Happy Canada Day!
Yes, Friday July 1st was the Canada Day, so we saw a lot of people out in the city when Ilya and I went out to a Japanese grocery store and other shops on Queen street, China Town and Kensington Market in the morning. We bought a lot of stuff, starting from basic Japanese cooking condiments to fresh vegetables, fruits and kitchen tools.
I also got my BIKE !! so now I can travel to places riding it! (yes, Tatsu, I am expanding my gang crew here in the North America as well). It has been super great having my bike here! Being able to ride my bike provides such freedom and is indeed a beautiful thing to ride my bike into the fresh summerly breeze, if you know what I mean :)
We had so much stuff with us, but thanks to Ilya's friends, who offered to give us a car ride, we managed to bring all the bought stuff back into our place by car. I on the other hand enjoyed my first bike ride from the bike shop to my new home. :) hehehe We chilled with friends for a bit, and then I unpacked the shopping bags to organize things a little in the kitchen. Then his other friends arrived, and later fixed my bike into such a great condition that my bike is now worth double the cost that I paid to own it. LOL
Ilya and his friends are great. They generously help others without feeling any obligation or sneaky motives, but simply based on a pure desire to help another. I guess this is something to do with the fact that they are originally from outside of Canada and living here without the families and all, but it is very comforting to have people around me who have had the simlar experience of leaving home at such younge age and finding ways to become independent and responsible for our lives. I feel they understand where I come from, and feel very comfortable sharing my perspectives that I have on cultural differences with them, because I know that they are wise, experienced and open enough to hear how I perceive things in life (I love sharing perspectives/debating on a human behavioural/cultural topic).
Anyway, later on, I prepared a Japanese dinner, and enjoyed the meal with Ilya.
He took a photo of our dinner, so here it is. Take a look at how excellently he arranges dishes and chopsticks to create a balanced composition in space. He indeed is great at arranging things to create such harmony in space so naturally, and I really enjoy the created environment in my new place here in Toronto :)
Later on, Ilya and I headed to the Jay Jay Johanson concert at the Opera House which is located east on the Queen Street. I met a LOT of Ilya's friends there, and it was cool talking to them while waiting for Jay Jay to come to the stage. What I noticed is that all of Ilya's friends give off such positive energy and they indeed are open to meeting new people (myself). I felt really comfortable talking to his friends and I can not explain how much I felt happy about this,
because I am not always good with meeting new people...
Anyhow, the concert itself was AMAZING. Jay Jay's beautiful and soothing voice travels into your body and its love just spreads out into your soul. That is the feeling I gaiend while listening to his live show. It is indeed amazing how a human being can spiritually touches others by manifesting themselves. I truly enjoyed indulging in such comfort of human voice and love.
Later on, Ilya's friends suggested that we go and check out a live Funk band at Little Italy, so we went to check the band out.
My thought? I freaking LOVE dancing to music that makes me move so naturally. It was a three piece band that reminded me of one of my favorite house band, Tortured Soul from NYC. So although it was about 1 hr or so, I really enjoyed dancing to such great music. The vocalist spared his moment showing off his house moves with me on the dance floor, and I really enjoyed dancing with him.
Let the House-Lovers Unite in the CITY :) hehe I am excited to check out some deep house music events here in the city and just indulge myself in the love and peace of deep house music and dance with my soul manifestingly.
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