Category: - Random Thoughts of a Quirky Blogger

Vancity Vibes | DAY 16: Cleaning, Leftovers + Yumi's Cells

6/14/2022

Extended periods of time off alleviates the pressures sustained from boundaries mandating the completion of certain tasks. For once, I need not plan so thoroughly. I need not allocate specific days for specific appointments. I need not concern myself over the consequences of schedule delays or underestimated time-to-complete.

Lunch comprised of a soft-boiled egg and kimchi fried rice from DooBoo, while cookies (with rugged knife depressions) served as a light mid-day snack.

For dinner came asparagus spears from T&T and Baked Fried Rice with Seafood and Pork Chop leftovers from Cattle Café.

Out & About #816 | GOT7 'HOMECOMING' FANCON + LUNA Bakery

5/22/2022

"A concert!!!...AT 3AM?!?!"
Following a brief moment of dismay towards the announcement of a domestic in-person concert came the realization of a livestream opportunity for global fans. Ahgases have waited patiently for the members to regroup again, and the comeback announcement had brought nothing short of delirious excitement.

The term "homecoming" was especially fitting, for it implied a grand return: GOT7's return to a scene where they rightfully belonged. Whether it be performing on stage in front of screaming ahgases or broadcast channels via YouTube content, they would, after this long, grueling period, be seen together - seven as one unit - once more.

For the boys, "HOMECOMING" meant a lot more. Their home was the warm embrace of ahgases, a place where their work was appreciated, efforts were supported, and love was given, unconditionally. Despite being renowned worldwide, they remain the humblest of artists: While BamBam worried over whether the fandom would remain after their group hiatus, Jinyoung claimed himself to be a "nobody" who could only shine as much as ahgases allowed him to. These comments summoned an aching heart - Do they not know how awesome they are?! Of course we'd stay!

True ahgases will remain for certain and, what's more, support the members' individual pursuits to foster a stronger sense of awareness in the global music market.

A self-proclaimed regular observer of Twitter happenings and collector of data, BamBam was quick to ask the crowd of their ahgase seniority status. Majority had participated in their last world tour of 2019 - myself included - with a handful seeing the group in person for the first time. Interestingly, he also noted the possibility of those joining the fandom after JYPE era. He noted that a number of articles had circulated upon news of GOT7 going separate ways from their parent company, and that he wouldn't eliminate the possibility of those articles stirring up interest in the group and their past endeavours.

I had purchased my ticket a few days after the release date, reassuring myself that my Saturday plans would not interfere with the decision. In reality, I was terrified.

Out & About #813 | Weekly Roundup: Dalgona Lattes, Naan & Chai + Lake Wabukayne

5/15/2022

Entry into the working world has solidified the importance of events that never truly garnered much interest in my teen and young adult years.
Politics matter, whether you believe true democracy will prevail or not. Familiarizing oneself with the various parties may be a hassle, but these respective platforms, supplemented by general public opinion, are deciding factors in the government's future investment(s) and job availability. Every instance of tax relinquishment reflects our investment back into the system, so thorough contemplation of these matters isn't entirely optional, as much as the act of voting is made out to seem.

Spendings have been striking this quarter, spanning utility bills, vehicle maintenance, small appliance replacement, and special occasion dining ventures. Adding to the financial burden is a pending vacation (at long last!!) and GOT7's comeback. VICTON and ASTRO are also releasing EPs within this month, though their impact is negligible in comparison to OT7.
It is with much dismay to note that my quarterly review is delayed. The corporate class is frustrating, with an insatiable appetite for prosperity and ascent on the social ladder; what is more: these circumstances are consistent across majority of companies, with the same woes being expressed by those simply looking to survive, and maybe strive towards their career goals.

The week commences with Dalgona Lattes, one with espresso and one with a concentrated dose of genmaicha. Sickeningly sweet are the shards when incorporated in generous handfuls. In small doses though, they are quite enjoyable, contributing a caramely robustness to the iced beverages. Granola with vanilla Greek yogurt subs in for blue sky bran muffins on a few breakfasts.

In the absence of a functioning microwave, creativity continues to be employed for the delivery of weekday meals in a timely manner. Sourced from the freezer are frozen vegetables and a mini pizza, which is elevated with additional cheese cubes and a few strips of Arirang takeout bossam.

Steamed Pork & Chive buns, chopped kale, and garlic short ribs were also obtained from the same source, then subject to heat via either steaming or baking in the toaster oven.

Creations of the week included:

1) Marbled Banana Bread Feat. Mini Marbled Loaves

With five browning bananas on hand, it was time for another batch of freezer-ready banana bread to be constructed. SK's marbled prescription used three bananas, masses unknown. To scale the recipe accordingly, each banana was weighed and approximated at 130 g. Removing brown patches would leave the standard banana at about 88 g.

Out & About #810 | Weekly Roundup Feat. Cycling to Port Credit + Coffee Castella

5/1/2022

As with the most stubborn of adrenaline junkies, I find myself constantly testing the physical limitations of time in order to achieve more. For workplace duties, I am often provided more tasks than physically capable (and reasonably reimbursed for), thus strive to automate processes in order to earn back some breathing space. The plan backfires again and again, for upper management cares not of the wellbeing of their junior employees, but the milestones attained at a corporate level. Greed and pride are the dark drivers of ambition, leading countless to exploit both living and inanimate resources to rise along the social and economic ladder.

There is little to be negotiated in the corporate environment, for endurance is a matter of survival of the fittest, supplemented by underhanded compliments to establish shallow working relationships. In what remains of my personal time, I make steadfast attempts to portion it out with the aim of achieving the most. The habit, while rational in its conception, is dangerous over extended periods of time. It involves pushing oneself to the brink of death, and quite possibly into a somber territory of lifelessness before retreating a few steps, then doing it all over again. Burnout lies at the end of this all-too-familiar path to exhaustion. Yet, despite knowing the consequences, I unconsciously default to it anyway. And now, my calendar is filled till mid-summer.

Having earned a throbbing headache and burning eyeballs at the end of each work day, I began to push away those seeking sympathy. It was never my strong suit to start, but a further reduction in sanity hours only worsened my reactions.
Schedule regulation was an act I had kept at the back of my mind, occasionally dabbling in it as needed. My routine had stayed relatively consistent over the past few years, especially given the dreadful, health-wrecking work-from-home situation, but the introduction of new priorities (needs?) demand a change. Frequently do I preach the importance of taking matters into one's own hands to yield the preferred result; I shall not be the hypocrite this time, nor any other time.

The week starts with unofficial meetings: Teams call after Teams call to address various issues. A mid-day boost is crafted from Paragon's Oolong tea powder and a few drops of ube extract mixed with sweetened condensed milk. The result was a two-toned Oolong Ube Latte with stronger notes of smokiness than sweet purple yam.

Meals of the week comprise of takeout from Magic BBQ, Pork with Onions in Tomato Sauce over Rice, Baked Salmon and Choy Sum, and mini frozen pizzas for convenience.

Constructed in the latter half of the week was a Coffee Castella with Chantilly Cream.

Desires for a fluffy cake matched with airy whipped cream sent me in the direction of Sunday Baking's Taiwanese Castella recipe. Its texture was advertised similar to sponge, though the procedure was more forgiving. The low-and-slow baking process entailed minimal effort from my part and, furthermore, enabled dashes to the computer and unexpected requests. Swapping oil for melted butter and incorporating several tablespoons of Nescafe Gold into the batter at the egg yolk stage, the cake resulted a little denser than I would have liked. Nonetheless, it was delicious. Although a bit firm at first touch, the texture had not been comprised: air pockets were largely uniform in size and the cake emitted a light bounce when subject to pressure.

Out & About #782 | Week #97 Quarantine Update Feat. Snowstorm + Oat Fudge Bar (Ver. 2)

1/23/2022

The entirety of the GTA was met with the first major snowstorm of the season (and the year, for that matter) upon confronting on Monday. Any residual weekday blues were replaced with anxiety and awe - for either you calmly observed as a work-from-home-er (myself) or were already knee-deep and digging yourself out of the house.

In the face of a rippling blizzard, there were still some that took to the 401 for work and non-essential travel. It was ill-advised, and many were left stranded on the highway or trapped within snow banks.

As the once grey skies began to dim, I could withstand a bread craving no more. Digging a path just wide enough for the wheels of my vehicle, I dashed out onto the partially ploughed streets, heart yearning for COBS.

The dangers had not been cleared away in their entirety, for while major streets had been mostly cleared, lanes were reduced tremendously and plaza parking lots remained inaccessible. Extra caution was exercised to navigate safely within the plaza and back onto arterials.

A Country Grain Loaf, two Hot Cross Buns, and six-pack of Butter Tarts accompanied me for the ride. Though, the latter will likely never enter the household again: excessively sugary with the unnecessary addition of raisins, we deemed the palm-sized pieces edible, but far from enjoyable.

Witnessed the next day were glorious blue skies, as if the previous day's mayhem hadn't occurred at all.
I remained within, observing all from my ever-consistent, second-floor window.

The sole creation of the week was a second attempt at the Oat Fudge Bar.

Out & About #779 | Celebration Square Skating + The Last Hurrah (Again)

1/3/2022

They say that time is but an illusion - an identity created for humans to measure their existence in space. It may arguably be so, yet persists as the most reputably quantifiable unit worldwide, on Earth that is.

There is a sense of pride in this declaration, for while I admit pressure in this constant battle of inevitable time flow, the perception also serves to stimulate and motivate. But in a "New Day" sense.
This underlying sarcasm is tied to balking at the talk of New Year's resolutions. Goals are as dynamic as those that create them: sturdy like 35 MPa concrete in their early conception and fickle like kite strings amidst 70 km/h gusts as the days of January drag on. It was always beyond me why such an extravagant portion of the population allowed themselves to be dictated by the calendar, rather than exercise discipline in monitoring progress and accomplishing tasks with the existing circumstances in mind.

Ultimately, time waits for no one.

The arrival of January 1st tends to hold less meaning with each passing year. We are older, our society is supposedly more advanced, and the planet continues to rotate. Truthfully though, my present situation differs not from one second, one minute, nor one hour ago.

I carried on with my regular roster of tasks, extending hope at a last hurrah before resuming the repulsive work ritual.

Skies were finally clear after over forty-eight hours of dull ashiness. Sunshine and a coat of cerulean awaited us as we pulled into the Celebration Square parking lot.

After roughly twenty minutes of hesitant laps about the rink, I somewhat regained composure on the ice. Whatever muscle memory that remained had been summoned, and in quite the enjoyable atmosphere. Popular pop tunes could be heard from all corners, its origins several standing speakers under which a series of lights could be seen. With the reduction of sunlight in the early evening hours, they would cast coloured beams on the blade-streaked grounds, making for a fun, winter disco.

Strides were executed more confidently than the teetering half-glides at Harbourfront Centre and forward-hinged treading at Waterloo Public Square. In addition to the critical warm-up period, the facility itself presented a welcoming, judgement-free atmosphere for refamiliarizing oneself with the nation's favourite seasonal pastime. The Celebration Square rink was spacious, enabling uninterrupted gliding and easy acceleration. Congestion was undeniable at the narrowest section of the rink, though fellow skaters either navigated swiftly between the crevices, or alongside the edge of the rink with maximum finesse. Skate-friendly pads lined the perimeter, permitting access and egress from all sides; seating and more padding could be found about the centrepiece, serving as an interim rest stop or emergency landing area.

Out & About #739 | Pacific Mall, Sum Pilates Session #7 Recap + LINE Friends Pop-Up

8/28/2021

For the past two weekends, I had filled my body with lessons from Studio Bon. Yet, a total of four classes remained at Sum Pilates. With an unavailability of instructors, continuation of my package was delayed. The seventh session resumed on August 28th, preceded by a highly anticipated massage and realized with a new instructor.

I awoke to the familiar chime of my work alarm around 8:15 AM. The first five minutes had gone by unnoticed, but steadily, my senses began to depart from deep slumber. The weekend would start earlier than most, marking my foray onto the 401 before the 9:30 AM mark. Impressively enough, traffic levels had already begun to pick up for the day.

The early appointment led me to Scarborough, just a few blocks from the neighbourhood traversed for the sake of jokbal and juice. It proceeded as planned, with the exception of makeup application taking place in my driver's seat of the vehicle (behold the glitter dust!) rather than within the air-conditioned establishment. Despite full comprehension of the masking rule for indoor spaces, it hadn't occurred to me that makeup application would not be permitted within.

In the immediate vicinity were as many Chinese eateries and bubble tea outposts as one could possibly fathom. I yearned for none. Recalling an unredeemed Dak Lak stamp card, I opted to head northbound to Pacific Mall.
Once inside the parking garage, I quickly learned the status of the shopping centre's repairs. Both escalators and elevators had been reinstated, nixing the need for freight elevator rides and dust bunny-loaded alternate routes.

Out & About #732 | Kyoto Gyukatsu + Downtown Shenanigans

7/25/2021

It is not uncustomary of me to establish relationships (or acquaintance-ships) in atypical places of gathering. Frequent are friendships formed in GA crowds, less often while awaiting the arrival of K-Pop idols, and rarest of all on the morning commute by GO Train.

One of this space's untold stories, an unexpected bond was formed under the alignment of fated conditions. I like to say that it was BamBam who brought us together, for the conversation would have never commenced without his existence.

"My friends can't believe we've only met once!" But we were about to change that.

Scheduled approximately two weeks in advance, I made the drive downtown, pulling up at the rear of HOEM on Jarvis, where we would be stationed for the day. A tour was provided of the lobby and general use areas. Leaving the greatest impression were the security gates, which required no more than the swipe of a hand for access, and communal laundry room, which seemed to materialize straight from a university webdrama.
Which was not far from the truth, as the complex offered accommodations for students on Ryerson grounds and beyond.

After settling in, we strode over to Kyoto Gyukatsu for a late lunch. The remainder of the afternoon was to comprise of crepe-making and choreography-learning, so there was contemplation over securing ingredients first, then picking up takeout along the way, or dining first to curb hunger levels. We agreed on the latter, and began perusal of the menu around 2 PM. Distinctly fragrant barley tea was served in plastic disposable cups; utensils were individually packaged and also of disposable nature.

The restaurant's assortment of offerings could be accessed via their website, with options for placing takeout or dine-in orders on a "Mrs. Digi" platform. Behind each table was a QR code, and underneath the table number. Complimentary Wi-Fi was provided to access these services, making for a functional, menu-less experience.

Entrées were divided into two main categories: Katsugyu Original Zen ("Zen") and Katsugyu Umami Juu ("Juu"). When inquiring about the primary differences, we learned that Juu enabled selection of portion size - either 3 oz. or 6 oz. - with one choice of sauce, while Zen offered the entire trio of condiments for dipping with a fixed portion size. To share, we took to the New York Gyukatsu Zen (6 oz.) and AAA Sirloin Gyukatsu Juu (3 oz.) w/ Deep Aromatic Sansho), both cooked to medium rare with onsen eggs and red miso soup on the side.

The sets arrived swiftly, adopting near identical formats. I paid little attention to the cabbage slaw and dove straight for the rice of the AAA Sirloin Gyukatsu Juu. Pearl barley contributed to a coarse, chewier bite, while the savoury drizzle an instant boost of umami. Less fond were we of the capers (?) decorating the top. Their profile was slightly sour with an odd, bitter aftertaste.

Eggs, I soon learned, were an ingredient capable of instilling grief in my ahga-partner-in-crime, depending on their method of preparation. Soft scramble was an abomination, fully hard-boiled was gag-worthy (though I cannot deny their repulsive chalkiness), and poached à la Eggs Benedict were acceptable. Thankfully, the barely-set Onsen eggs before us were also granted a passing grade.

The strips of meat themselves were quite interesting: The AAA Sirloin had been cooked to perfection, boasting tenderness lined with impeccably thin breading. On the other hand was the larger portion of New York Zen, which bore red on the edges, ultimately seeping through the breading to reveal splatters of saturated red. While the Sirloin was sufficiently flavourful on its own, the New York was on the milder side of the spectrum. The strips readily accepted additional seasoning through soy sauce (one dark, one light), coarse salt, and a grated onion pulp with pungent mustard-like properties. We were also recommended to try dipping into the Onsen egg as well - my personal preference, really.

Out & About #721 | Week #66 Quarantine Update Feat. ribbon + Pecan Pie Revisited

6/20/2021

I'm so proud of being an Ahgase.

But maybe "pride" doesn't even begin to summarize the emotions associated with being a member of the fandom. To be a supporter of GOT7 extends past being one of the millions that stand by the edge of the stage, cheering them on solely on the basis of enjoyment; we are best friends.

The kind of friend that joins in on your wildness when it's time to celebrate, but also the friend that provides you with adequate space and cheers you on silently in their own way. I've declared my affection for the group on countless occasions prior, but it remains a fact that "ahgase" is tied closely with a sense of identity and home.

Regardless of the style, sound, or medium, I have confidence that each member has chosen the appropriate path to suit their objectives. BamBam is the first member to engage in proper promotions in Korea, and the days leading up to the release of riBBon were filled with as much excitement and anticipation as full group comebacks - for me, anyway.

This drought has been a dreadful one, but the amount of content surfacing online has succeeded in bringing about unfathomable joy, illuminating even the most taxing of work days. With the riBBon EP, showcase, and radio/variety segments, BamBam has proven to exceed all expectations with stable vocals, impeccable stage presence, and a diverse assortment of concepts unique to him. Whether upbeat or mid-tempo, his fluency in Korean is undeniable; the incredible clarity in his songs and swift synthesization of vocabulary in his interviews is truly remarkable. Making recurring appearances in all his activities is heartwarming humbleness, unwavering team loyalty, and genuineness - a selfless sheer desire to do well while instilling strength in those that chance across his artistry.

To establish a sense of hope via a tangible form is no easy feat. His actions speak for themselves, but his words further solidify his benevolent intentions.

"I'm nobody. I'm nothing."
"No! What do you mean you're nobody? You're ahgase. You're something.

The seemingly straightforward response brought tears to my eyes, further leading to rolling bawl. He understands that hardships do not discriminate between time, space, and people. When difficulties emerge, I shall hold this sentence near and dear, for being an ahgase is indicative of potential, power, and competence.

The showcase started strong, with the eerie, earattack-composed Pandora. It became my instant favourite of the album upon first listen, imprinting a memorable impression assisted by impactful lighting.

riBBon was a light-hearted track intended for livening up the atmosphere. And, quite frankly, it did just that. Throughout my ten-hour work days - five hours of which were strictly meetings - I played the song and felt immediate uplift in spirits. Tastefully vivid in its execution, BamBam's quirky smile and airy movements further contributed to a sense of liberation.

Look so fine exuded "Open the Door" vibes, but executed in a comparatively cheery manner.

I learned to appreciate Air after the showcase performance. The tune commences with the rather rough-sounding Murda Beatz opening, progressing into BamBam's gentle, fluid vocals. Despite minimal stage props, the performance was nonetheless spectacular, edged with confidence and effortless expression.

Out & About #689 | Week #45 Quarantine Update Feat. Lap Cheong Rolls + Hodo Kwaja

1/24/2021

Within the first few months of the pandemic's arrival last year, it was brought to my attention that distancing restrictions imposed actually brought about a great deal of relief. Those that thrived on moments of self-reflection were exempt from their dreaded gatherings, while those that thrived on social interactions were exempt from FOMO repercussions. For better or for worse, there arose the freedom for selective communication. And while one could reap its benefits by escaping unfavourable situations and potentially eliminating toxic relationships, the theory cannot be applied so simply in the virtual workplace.

It is through gritted teeth and a hanging head that the existing situation remains relatively unchanged as far as Ontarians are aware. Yet, it is my personal hope that those who hadn't been particularly skillful in the department of communication have adapted accordingly in the past eight months, and that those who haven't shall summon an effort from this point on. Technology exists to ease our day-to-day activities, rather than preclude opportunities for efficiency.

Creations of the week included:

1) Steamed Tofu w/ Scallion Garlic Soy Sauce

2) Steamed Salmon Steak

3) Steamed Lap Cheong Buns / 臘腸卷

The incarnation of this classic dim sum plate stemmed from the unexpected acquisition of lap cheong (臘腸), otherwise known as preserved Chinese sausage. The description read fiery, thus the vacuum-sealed package had originally been reserved for chorizo-like usages, likely to be consumed alongside tortillas from St. Jacobs.

However, the household supply of groceries was gradually being depleted. An absence of yogurt was witnessed, followed closely by milk, bread, whipping cream (yes, this is essential), and eggs. Ingredients were minimal for the construction of the suitable breakfast item, yet flour was aplenty.
I set out to craft the buns one chilly morning, combining the yeasty foundation of one source with the method of another. The dough was, surprisingly, easy to work with, requiring little to no dusting of flour and elongating in the desired worm-like shape.

Given the fears of the supposedly spicy five-pack, I separately prepared an equal count of Honey Garlic Smokies. These were admittedly less delicious in their tough, sinewy casing and better suited for buttery milk buns bearing a glorious egg wash sheen.
I'll also admit to the exaggerated - and glaringly obvious - meat-to-bun ratio. Though, with both sausages being of relatively mild nature (it wasn't spicy after all!), this mattered less on an overall tasting note.

Particularly worthy of mention are the layers boasted by the dough itself - the sole element wholly indicative of my efforts.

WHAT DOES "QUIRKY AESTHETICS" MEAN?

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Together, Quirky Aesthetics refers to the things, events, and happenings seen and perceived by this blog's creator - quirky perspectives in a visual form.

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