ReNe: 'private patio'

The current temperatures in Toronto are still nice, as cool as Singapore during the monsoon months at the end of the year, but without the cloying humidity. But that's outside; it gets pretty warm and stifling in our apartment. An advantage, I'm sure, during winter, but right now in summer, it's irritating. So when the weather outside is nice (it tends to rain these days), we'd dine al fresco.


Look -- our private patio. Well, actually, it's the fire escape. And that's chicken rice.

ReNe: it's summertime

Been really busy lately; there's always something to look forward to every weekend.

As the weather got warmer, people started to clear their houses and hold yard sales. I'm not a good bargain hunter and Mike wouldn't wait for me to really dig through the boxes, but I still managed to find a nice terra cotta plant pot for a loony (that's $1). That's me, in the floppy hat. I've gotten some strange looks when I wear that hat. I've noticed that many locals ang-mohs don't wear hats or sun-protection devices; many of them look like lobsters after a while. The guy I'm paying; he was pretty burnt.

This was taken quite a few weekends ago, when a section of Bloor street (near our place) was closed off for a street fair. Mostly it's people selling stuff, like a pasar malam, but there are also informational booths (new age-y stuff, etc.) and street performances, as shown in the photo above. I didn't get the performance, which consisted of two women miming on an empty stage, but I thought the retro pram was fun.






Two weeks ago, we went down to this food fest during Luminato, held at many places including the Distillery district. Despite the cheap outdoor seating, the food sold were classy restaurants samples. Everything cost $5 per serving... to be frank, most weren't worth $5, such as the tiny taco with lobster, and the pork cutlet bun with fancy salad filling. They barely lasted three chomps. But the pistachio ice-cream sandwich (below) was worth the $5.

After eating, we walked around the Distillery district, which was a former whiskey distillery. We haven't been there before, but I found it very nice. With old stone architecture and wide pavements, the district was full of character.


My new haircut. Looks a bit like a helmet... I'm not too pleased. Am still trying to decide if it's the hairdresser's fault (because it didn't look like the style I pointed to in the magazine) or if my hair's simply too dry or something.

ReNe: long weekend!

I'm pretty excited -- this weekend promises to be fun. Firstly, it's a long weekend because Tuesday is Canada Day (and many people in the office do not plan to be around on Monday). Also, it's the culmination of the Jazz Festival and Pride Week.

Since last Friday, we've been going down to Nathan Phillips Square after work for the free jazz concerts (apparently the only free concerts are held at NP Sq), and it was pretty nice. We'd buy some buns from a Chinatown bakery and listen to the jazz and talk. The music's very decent and the entire atmosphere is very relaxed and festive, and the fact that it's all free is a huge plus.



We haven't gone to any of the Pride Week events yet but we do plan to go watch the Pride Parade this Sunday. If we have time, maybe the Dkye March as well on Saturday. Me, I'm hugely, hugely impressed with the support such an event has, including official support from the city. I can't see such a parade happening in Singapore, much less ten days of activities -- just look at the ban on the 'non-pink picnic' at the Singapore Botanical Gardens last year. It was apparently an official ban by the park and all I can say is, WTF?! It's just a picnic, not an orgy. But people turned up anyway (for the non-pink picnic) and I say good for them.

When I asked during lunch at work, tongue-in-cheek, if there would be an military parade or fly-past on Canada Day, my colleagues were incredulous. Eyeballs rolled, as if it was such an archaic and militant notion. "Oh, pul-leaze." I find their reaction very interesting.

ReNe: checking the weather outside

Today, my colleague sitting beside me today suddenly said, "My (weather) pop-up just told me it's a thunderstorm outside now."

We're sitting in the middle of the office so we're not beside any windows. Thus, instead of being able to look out and know the weather, we have to get that knowledge through the internet. Or we could walk into one of the offices that do have windows (but that's rude), or we could take the elevator down to the first floor (but that's slow). In other words, the most polite and fastest way to know what the weather outside our building is via the internet.

I snickered. "This is like those sad office jokes about people who sit in the same office sending instant messages to each other."

Mike and I do that sometimes. We could be in the same room, both on different computers, and sending IMs. Why? At first, when IMs first became popular years ago, it was because we could. IMs were extraordinary. Nowadays, it's because sometimes when we get so engrossed in whatever we're doing on the laptop, the only way to catch the other's attention is through an IM. IMs are now ordinary.

ReNe: raccoon problems

I'm not sure if it's because of the change from a large apartment complex to a house, or because it's summer, but lately, we've been having a fair number of visitors that are not of the homo sapien persuasion. I'm talking about bugs, flies and raccoons. (All very common in Toronto, I've heard.) Mike is currently highly irritated at the first, luckily the second problem was solved by the recent cool weather, and I'm just discovering how destructive the third can be.

We're new to the raccoon problem. I've never even seen one until I heard a couple fighting outside on the fire escape a few nights back. I was washing dishes and wondering what the hell was that awful screeching noise -- I thought Mike was doing something involving tools and rubber outside. Then I popped my head out of the fire escape door to yell at him and saw a pair of furry creatures tussling on the metal stairs.

Well, the raccoons quickly ran away before I could get the camera, but it was interesting. Curious -- why would they come all the way up the fire escape to fight?

And... that could possibly explain the pee stench in the corridor carpet, which mysteriously appeared last Sunday afternoon. At first I thought our neighbor sneaked a pet in, but now I think it could be a raccoon. We've been leaving the outer doors open when we're at home because our apartment gets really warm in summer, so a raccoon could have sneaked into the corridor.

And this morning, I noticed that a couple of my potted plants, which I leave out on the fire escape to sun, were disturbed. Initially, I thought maybe someone was trying to steal a cutting, but only the soil was disturbed, as if someone was rooting around, but the plants were not pulled out. Probably an animal then.

ReNe: summer solstice

Today is the longest day of the year -- the summer solstice. In Toronto, today, the sun rose at 5:36am and will set tonight at 9:03 am, resulting in 15 hours and 26 mins (and 46seconds) of daylight.

(I'm not sure what counts exactly as 'sunset' because I've noticed that even as late as 9:30pm, there's still quite a fair bit of light in the sky. This far up north, as compared to the tropics, it takes the sun a long time to set.)

Toronto is very lively in the summer. Last week we went to the Luminato festival, and upcoming festivals we hope to catch include Pride Week and a Toronto Jazz Festival.

The nice thing with the long hours is that we get plenty of time to do stuff and enjoy all these festivals. Last Saturday, we lazed around until we finally hauled our ass out of the door at 2pm. We cycled down to Mill Street to catch a food fair, one of the many events held as part of the Luminato festival. The food was a bit pricey and disappointing, but the Distillery district had gorgeous architecture and some funky shops. We then cycled down to St Lawrence Market to pick up a sandwich before catching the ferry to the Toronto Islands, where the Cycle Messenger World Championships (CMWC) was taking place. It was fun to gawk at the cyclists zooming past with odd-sized FedEx boxes stuffed in their messenger bags, and the race-hub/meeting point felt more like a rock concert than a race administration area. Cyclists and friends lounged on the grass, lean and tanned, often tattooed and pierced, as a live band played on. The atmosphere was competitive but in a rough and fun way -- we cycled past a checkpoint for the racers, where a big sign hung, "Park here, stupid!" By then, it was past five and the sun and our mood was still high, so we hopped over to the Waterfront, where many of the Luminato events were held as well (the events were spread out over the Waterfront and Distillery districts). We caught a free film (Whale Rider) and it was great. When we emerged from the theater at 8:10pm, the sky was still bright. We wandered around, listened to yet more live music (everywhere we went, it seems there was a stage set up and some band playing) and though about hanging around to catch some fire performance, but we were rather tired by then so we headed back. Later that night, I found out that the World Naked Bike Ride also took place that day; we were quite disappointed to have missed it.

Rene: summer fools you into doing more

In winter, people moan about the 'winter blahs' that result from short daylight hours.

I'd like to add the concept of 'summer fatigue', due to the long daylight hours.

It's very deceiving, the longer daylight hours that is. For over 3 decades, we've been used to the sun setting at 7:20pm, give or take a few minutes, and we've structured our day to the level of light outside and not the clock. Now, we look out and think, it's about five-ish, plenty of time to run errands and plus, it's not yet time for dinner. In reality, it's already seven.

So we'd end up doing too much during the daytime, having a late dinner, and then because we're used to lounging around for a few hours before bed, we'd go to bed late. I think people here in Canada tend to do more during the day because daylight (and warmth) is a precious commodity, but we're used to taking it easy during the day in Singapore (because it's effing hot) and doing most things at night. Those hours between dinner and bed are quite important and necessary to us.

No wonder we're tired. Summer fools you into doing more.

ReNe: our place is a greenhouse

One of the things that we're astounded and confounded by is the weather (as compared to what we were used to in Singapore). More precisely, the temperatures and the rate at which it changes, as well as the delta's. A week ago, temperatures were in the low twenties, then a heat wave spike temperatures over the weekend to over 30C. As average winter tempeartures can drop to -20C and summers 25C, that's a annual delta of 45 degrees; if we consider the record low of -30C last Feb and 31C last weekend, that makes it a delta of 61C!

30C? That's standard fare in Singapore. When people tell us summers here in Toronto will be "unbearably hot and humid", we scoffed. It surely can't beat the weather in the tropics, we thought.

But we forgot a couple of important points. One, after many months, we've been too well-acclimatized to the cold that Canada is famous for. Two, the houses here are designed to maximize warmth -- they are well-insulated and have large windows with tiny openings. Our current place, for example, has a fairly big window and skylight, but the actual area that can be opened to ventilate constitutes about 30% of the large window, which is about 1m by 40cm or so.

In short, it's a effing greenhouse.

We ended up taking cold showers about three times a day. There's no air-conditioning here; poor rentals are too cheap-skate to include air-conditioning as part of the rent. I'm actually fine with that, as the outside temperature isn't too unbearable and it saves on electricity, but why don't they build in better windows and ventilation then?! Will it kill the building's insulation capacity to have windows that actually open wider?

Happily, it stormed last night, cooling the air significantly. But, like I said, ventilation in this place is poor and sleeping in the bed-loft in warm weather is murder, as warm air rises. We brought the fan up but all it does is blow hot air at us. After tossing for an hour last night, a headache and stuffy feeling steadily building, I gave up and insisted we sleep on the futon 'downstairs', which is beside the only opened window.

The new laminate floor is nice and cool... if summer continues like this, we would probably end up sleeping on the floor instead.

ReNe: making yogurt

Ahahaha!! I just tried my first batch of homemade yogurt and I haven't poisoned myself (yet). In fact, it tastes really nice and creamy. And it's really very easy and much cheaper so no more store-bought yogurt for me!

The How-To
First, inoculate the milk: bring 4 cups of milk to a boil, and then cool till about 35-40C.
Meanwhile, prepare the starter: leave about 2 tablespoons of yogurt (plain) to warm to room temperature.
Next, combine: add the milk to the yogurt and stir well.
Finally, incubate: this step is highly variable. I left mine to incubate for about 5 hours. The online recipe I got it from says at least 4 hours, more if you want a sharper taste. Since Toronto is undergoing a heat wave right now (temperatures > 30C), I just lidded the bowl with a saucepan lid and left it in the corner of the kitchen. Otherwise, other ideas include the oven or a vacuum flask.

Funnily enough, I only thought about making my own yogurt because food prices have been going up lately, especially dairy. So by making my own, very approximately, the savings is 200%. Meaning, the cost of home-made yogurt is a quarter of store-bought yogurt. I hope I got that right...

ReNe: pet pee is forever

Interestingly, it has only been 2 weeks since our last post. It felt much longer because we were so busy/tired. The last post was on 24th May, and that was when we started to move into our new place. Actually, by that weekend, we were already tired because we were painting the previous weekend -- recall the previous post where we showed the 'before' shots of the cave-like apartment. After a fresh lick of paint, it looks much better now.

We shampooed the carpet on 24th May; our initial plan was to clean the place up over the weekend, give the carpet a couple of days to dry completely and then move ourselves in on Tuesday (because that's when the internet connection would be up). Easy right?

Well, there's a reason why we've been 'net incognito' for the past 2 weeks, and it can be summed as as: dog pee + carpet. In other words, one of the previous tenants had a pet (the building maintenance guy told us it was a dog) and it peed everywhere. On the stairs and all over the stairs, corner of stairs and closet, by the window, under the ladder, middle of the room, by the loft post... what the fark?!

We started to suspect something was wrong when the carpet started to stink after getting shamopooed. At first we thought maybe it was because of the wet carpet or that because we didn't get the carpet completely clean (the water coming up was still brownish) but since the shampooer (Rug-Doctor) was rented by the day, we had to return it. However, even after the carpet dried, the sharp smell of animal pee still lingered, and having owned pets before, we know what animal pee smells like.

Later, while researching online, we realized that this is a common situation -- new tenant moves in, shampoos the carpet and in doing so, removes the dust and febreeze and what-not that had been sitting on top of the stain(s) and suppressing the odors, re-wets the stains and brings the stains back up from the carpet padding back up to the carpet fibers. No wonder we did not smell it when we first took a look at this place. And no wonder there was a bottle of pet febreeze and a huge bottle of clorox under the sink.


We tried baking soda (it turned yellow; see above!) and zeolite powder -- did not work. But then, these are simply odor-lifters. We also tried hydrogen peroxide. We also sprayed on an enzyme-based solution meant especially for pet urine, which is supposed to work as a pre-treatment before shampooing again. Then last weekend, we rented the Rug-Doctor and spent the entire day shampooing the carpet, again. This time we also rented the wand (upholstery attachment) and we could see through the clear plastic that the water coming up was yellow (see the photo below)!


By the time we returned the Rug-Doctor, we were still not convinced that the carpet was fully clean but we were hopeful that the smell would improve. We were fully prepared to walk around the carpet in slippers if it meant that the smell is gone, because the carpet is so old that even the parts that do not stink of pee don't feel nice; the fibers feel matted and worn.

The smell was worse after that.

We were pretty pissed by then. Waking up everyday to a noxious smell and basically living in a litter box does amazing things to your mood. I've always thought that carpeting is a hugely bad idea in a house because it's effing difficult to keep clean. Yeah, warm and all but I'd rather wear slippers in winter. But maybe I was biased because I grew up in a tropical climate where a carpet = mold trap, and a cool (temperature-wise) floor is desirable. I remember lying on a cold marble floor as a kid during hot days. Still, there must be a good reason why carpets are so popular here, right? I just haven't found it yet.

Now I'm utterly convinced that carpets, especially wall-to-wall carpeting, is a terrible idea, even if you do not own pets. More so if you do have pets or children.

We did yet more research online, and came to the conclusion that many others did -- dog/cat pee is forever. Sure, some say you can remove it if it's a small spot and if you get to it fast enough (before it has soaked through the carpet fibers down to the padding, or even the floorboards). But with old stains like these, there's no other solution that to rip out the carpet, sand down the floorboards and seal the floorboards with polyurethane varnish.

And that's what we did.

It was surprisingly easy.

Underneath the carpet, it was truly disgusting. Yellow, brown and even black spots everywhere. The smells released were just nauseating -- flies were actually coming in through the window and buzzing around the stained areas.

The parts near the steps (both left and right) stank very badly, and here's why. Notice the yellow stains on the carpet padding.

This is one of the worse spots. A different kind of smell, not as pungent, but it attracted more flies than the yellow spots.

We showed the landlord some of the above photos and we called him over to smell it for himself. He agreed that the carpet should be changed and agreed to pay for a new floor. However, since it would take weeks for any contractor to be able to come down and install a new floor, Mike's gonna do it himself, tomorrow. The new laminate planks have already been delivered and are now sitting beside me, acclimatizing to the room's temperature and humidity. The landlord should be happy -- the labor costs saved constitutes more than half of the costs of ripping out the old and installing a new floor.

So, I was joking that Mike has leveled up his DIY skills. In our first apartment, we painted the walls ourselves and he installed all furniture and shelves. In our second apartment, Mike further learnt how to drill into reinforced concrete. He also installed all the kitchen cabinets and hob and hood by himself. Now he has learnt how to rip out carpeting, and tomorrow he will learn how to install laminate flooring. Next, he should learn how to install a toilet flush system because our current one is held together with dental floss (and that's another story).

The take-home lessons? Carpeting is a bad idea. Pet pee is forever.

This is what the place looks like right now; somewhat warehouse-shabby-chic. The shiny parts are where he painted the polyurethane varnish in an attempt to entomb the stench. Disgustingly enough, if you lean in close, you can still make out the smell despite 3 coats of varnish.

ReNe: accidental social microcosm

There was an interesting article in NYTimes today about blogs and the over-exposure of one's personal life [1]. Well, interesting in a few ways. The article itself, while rather self-absorbed, was also well-written and pulls you along for all ten pages. Then, there are the hundreds of comments, the majority scathing. That's pretty amazing and kinda sad.

However, the article and comments raises an interesting point -- that of over-exposure and over-sharing. How much (personal) information is too much? I've thought about this too, when we started this blog. In fact, I was highly wary putting up personal photos for a while at first.

Years back, there would be loads of horror stories over some abuse of personal information and especially personal photos posted on the web. I wouldn't have dared blog. Surf as an anonymous user, yes; identify myself, no. Now, there are still horror stories, but our attitudes seem to have evolved, and we now see it as an acceptable risk. It's like many new technologies -- when the car or airplane was first introduced, I'm sure people must have clucked their tongues over the accidents and declared that the best thing to do was not to ride the car or airplane. Avoid all new things like the plague!

But like it or not, these technologies, whether cars or the internet, are here to stay. These days, there are a lot more car accidents (because there are a lot more cars) but I can't imagine people saying that we should all avoid cars (and roads); instead, we see cars accidents as acceptable and unavoidable risks, and instead focus on how to mitigate those risks. Likewise, I think the internet has reached a stage where it's here to stay and it's definitely going to change our lives. So rather than hiding our heads in the sand and thinking that the internet is a scary place (I wonder if people would rush to take down their blogs, facebook accounts, etc. after such an article?), we should focus on how we can sensibly utilize the internet.

Interestingly, many of the negative comments on that article seem to come from the older folks, sneering at the young ones for wasting, nay ruining, their lives in front of the computer screen; basically, they told the writer to "get a life". Some of the younger readers say, "This IS our life; this is our generation." Speaking as someone who spends more time online than asleep, I am of the opinion that an online life these days can be as rich as so-called 'real life', or RL.

Blogs are controversial, because they are highly personal and because they are used for a wide variety of purposes, from writing about serious to the terribly inane. Blogs started small but somehow along the way, they've exceeded people's initial expectations. Unexpected connections and trends emerge. The blogosphere is an accidental social microcosm. People might argue that while blogs represent a new means of transmitting information, social etiquette still applies. I generally agree with that; however, where this boundary between interesting and 'TMI' occurs is highly debatable -- I wouldn't write about most of what the writer of the article blogged about, such as her urinary tract infections, but I'm not saying that she shouldn't because that's her prerogative. But this boundary between what's acceptable and what's not is vague and controversial, and continues to be redefined.

My own experience and opinion of blogging has changed over the past few months; I started tentative and bland, almost like a generic form letter or holiday card sent out to friends saying, "All is well", but lately I am thinking that our blog has more potential than that. Why do people blog; what do they hope to achieve? And do they get it? Do their blogs change; do they change? Blogging is a fascinating social phenomenon, and rather than staying at the sidelines and shaking one's head like the commentors in the NYT article, maybe one should just jump right into this virtual world.

And my main point to all this rambling? The article raises again the oft-discussed issue of over-sharing on blogs, but I ask, is it possible to delineate a threshold beyond which it would considered TMI? Given that these boundaries keep shifting with time (what would not have been acceptable ten years ago would be more acceptable now), virtual location (a candid discussion on urinary tract infections might be considered distasteful for a personal blog but it would have been fine for a medical forum) and cultures (some cultures are more liberal, others highly conservative), defining such boundaries is not easy or trivial at all.

[1] Gould E, Exposed, NY Times, 25 May 2008.

ReNe: stud-finder

We went to a house-warming today. At some point in the evening, Mike found a small instruction booklet for a stud-finder, and asked, "What's this?"

The Canadians were amazed. "You mean you've never seen one of these before?"

And so, the host dug out his stud-finder for Mike to play with.

For the Singaporeans, a stud finder is a handheld device used to determine the location of framing studs used in light-frame (wood) construction after the walls have been installed. The houses in Canada tend to be made of wood, and so, if you want to hang something heavy, you would need to drill right into those studs for adequate support. Most of the interior walls are gypsum boards and a hole drilled into those boards can't hold too much weight.

I found it particularly funny because at that point, everyone was standing around in the basement, talking about their own stud-finder and differences in house architecture between various countries.

In Singapore, most people stay in flats (apartments) and those are made from concrete. Even houses are built with concrete. Mostly. Adequate support for hanging up stuff is not the problem -- an adequate drill is, especially with the newer, taller flats that have many reinforced concrete pillars. Mike knows from personal experience that most consumer-level drills are not enough for reinforced concrete; you'd need a professional grade pneumatic hammer drill for that. However, concrete is too cold for Canada's weather, and wood is a better choice for building material. The host, who was from Australia, commented that most houses there are made from bricks and a wooden house is generally considered of poorer quality.

Googling online, wood is five times more insulating than brick, and 12.5 times more than concrete. R-value is a measure of heat conductivity, and wood has an R value of 1. Brick has an R-value of 0.2, and concrete 0.08.

Thus, we learned something new tonight.

ReNe: rented or owned, it's still your home

Adding to Mike's comments about doing up our new place...

As rentals go, this is quite different from the rentals we've stayed in so far. Usually, tenants are discouraged from doing any sort of permanent work to the room, but looking at this place, it's obvious that more than one tenant had felt free to make changes. In addition to the previous colored walls and artwork painted directly onto the walls, there are a couple of CD holders drilled into the wall under the bed loft, and a folding table by the main door, which incidentally was installed badly. Right now, we're scratching our heads over what to do with it -- re-install or not? If not, what do we do about the holes? Patch up and paint over, or find some wall scroll to cover, and then shove a table or bookshelf against it?

I'm amazed at the artwork on the walls. I think the tall 'painting' on the stairs was done by a fairly recent tenant (I found leftover skirting board in the closet, which was obviously used to create the frame), and looking around the apartment, it just seems to exudes bohemian vibes. I don't think the last tenant was the one who painted the wall artworks because he's apparently in the computer industry, but the reason he left was to go on a long, long tour around the world. A good omen, I'd say.

And, there are the hooks. There are hooks everywhere, of all sorts. There are three generously sized hooks over the main door (we've no idea what for), singular little screws here and there (I suspect for hanging artwork, because they're at eye-level), and at least five hooks in the ceiling, and a couple more under the loft.

On one hand, we're really glad to be able to customize our living space. Having owned apartments in Singapore, we've gotten used to the luxury of being able to do anything we want without having to 'seek permission'. The past two rentals I've stayed in the past year felt extremely temporary, like hostel rooms and not like a home, so I'm really looking forward to moving to this new place.

On the other hand, we're also wary of spending too much, as this is just a rental after all. There are still many things we wish to change (leaky faucets, a fridge so old it's not frost-free), but these fall under the responsibility of the building owner.

However, there are renters who would spend a lot of their own money on permanent improvements to the rental -- I'm talking hundreds, even thousands, spent on built-in cabinetry, appliances, landscaping in the garden, and so on. Their reasoning is that if they're planning to spend years in that apartment, they wouldn't mind paying to improve their living space. Also, for some, whether it's a restriction due to limited finances or a conscious choice, they would be living in rentals all their lives. Does this mean they will never live in a beautiful home? Somebody said it aptly: rented or owned, it's still your home.

That's a really interesting way of looking at it. At the other end of the spectrum, there are renters who have literally spent years living out of suitcases and boxes, always moving, never settling.

Personally, I think that if the rent is cheap enough, you could justify channeling the 'savings' towards doing up your pad. I would spend a bit, but certainly not thousands. Plus, there are ways to make-do or decorate without spending a lot of money.

More later. We've been remiss in updating because we're fricking tired. And I still had to go to work after spending the weekend painting...

MiKE: new apartment.

So, as rene mentioned, we just signed the lease on our new apartment. It's actually an attic apartment, with probably 1.5 floor height ceiling, and 2 built in loft units, one for the bed, and on for storage. The kitchen and the bathroom is on a separate, raised level. The following pictures are the 'before' shots, before we did our painting and other minor works, like changing the orientation of the bathroom door knob so that it is not possible to lock oneself in (the previous setup had the locking button on the outside(!!)), re-installing a fold-away dining table-let, and generally tightening up loose screws and cleaning up the mess left behind by the previous tenant, who seemed to have been in a hurry, leaving for a long drawn out tour around the world of sorts. So, some of the arrangements will change after we've done our work; we'll post another one then.

Here is the view from the kitchen, which is what you encounter when you enter the apartment; looking to your left, the bed:

And to the right, the storage unit:The ladder you see is very heavy, and curiously misaligned, so that leaning the upper portion on the loft, the feet would not be the same distance away from the loft edge. And yeah. We are keeping that futon, which also doubles as a mattress, so up to 2 people can sleep in relative discomfort (heh heh). Well, don't take this as an invitation, unless you're willing to pay for the privilege.

Perhaps the most impressive part of the apartment is the skylight. We've never had one of these before, always having lived in some apartment with a concrete ceiling, and in tropical singapore, one would hardly want to have the sun come in to the building, unless one had a dichroic material, which would make it prohibitively expensive, but I digress...:

Here is a shot of the kitchen area from the middle of the living area. Isn't the skylight absolutely gorgeous? Right now, at the beginning of summer, the sun is already very bright; I went there this morning to experience a virtual greenhouse (not to mention that the thermostat had been left at 30C accidentally). I think the skylight would be very welcome in winter, letting in precious sun and heat, although I wonder what is going to happen if there is going to be severe snowfall. The skylight is actually somewhat dome shaped, but still I wonder how much snow will collect. One possible downside of this is the likely increased energy loss from the skylight, and we are paying for heat. I hope it is not too bad.

The room has been through several coats of paint. It was almost like doing an archaeological examination, seeing in some corners the older paint layers. We have seen at least white, covered by maroon, covered by blue, covered by the white wash we applied, and then the final colour we chose (which we'll reveal in a later post). On this wall you see a painting framed by skirting panels, a replica of something by Gustav Klimt according to the signature at the bottom of the frame. Near the bottom of the picture you'd see the white that we are applying over the blue:

And in the kitchen, the previous occupant, or the one previous to him, painted a mural which I suppose echoes some famous artwork, and included a checkerboard pattern in black, which took us sooo many layers to completely cover. A few significant things about this new kitchen include the mercifully white worktop; compared to the fugly speckled pattern on our current place, in which anything smaller than 5mm diameter would immediately get lost, this worktop is elegant and easy to keep clean. The counter space is also that much bigger than our current one. Certainly not as big as the kitchens that we have owned, but given how we have learnt to manage with a 1m expanse, this felt good. The counter height is also significantly reduced, so serene now should have less difficulty preparing the odd meal or snack or batch of cookies.

Another shot of the kitchen area, this time to show how dark the previous colour scheme was. It was almost as if the previous users wanted to feel like they were living in a cave; you can see how overexposed the skylight is, and yet I still remain in the shadows:

Overall, after spending about 3-4 days there (painting and cleaning up, not sleeping there yet as the mattress has been ordered, let alone arrived), we noticed a few things - being on Harbord street, and not Spadina Avenue, means that we do not hear much traffic. To top it off, we were on the north facing side of the house, which overlooks the inside, quieter part, so we do not hear traffic at all, besides the odd siren of emergency response vehicles, which one must be in a really desolate place not to hear at all. We are located atop a medical (psychiatric?) practice, and they turn on their heat during office hours. Their hot air heats our floor, made of rather thin (compared to concrete) wood, which heats our apartment; so, the apartment is rather warm even without needing to turn on our heat. That's good. At this point, I suppose many things have yet to be settled, there is some leaky plumbing, and we have not even begun to move; so the best thing to say is, stay tuned...

ReNe: the body bakery

At his 'Body Bakery', Thai artist and baker Kittiwat Unarrom sells unbelievably realistic looking sculptures made from bread. Yes, they're edible. Go read this article.

I think the movie industry should hire this guy -- bread is probably cheaper, and definitely more environmentally friendly, than using latex to made corpses and dismembered parts.

ReNe: apartment found

We're very excited -- we're moving to a new apartment soon, within a couple of weeks.

Last I mentioned in a previous post, we had been eyeing a 14th floor unit in the apartment beside our current room, but we thought to look at one last place the next day before deciding. Well, we were utterly sold on that rental the following day. It was listed as a one-bedroom but priced as a bachelor, for its location, so we were expecting something really run-down.

We were pleasantly surprised and decided on the spot to take it.

Unlike the apartments we've been staying in, which were rooms in a big building, with shared laundry facilities and garages, this rental apartment is part of a three-storey house. There is a cafe on the ground floor, and the second floor is given over to a couple of doctors' offices, while two residential units split the third floor cum attic. Mike jokes that we got the penthouse unit. So while the actual floor space is slightly larger than a usual bachelor, perhaps closer to a junior one-bedroom, there's actually a lot more space because two lofts are built into the one and half storey height. One of the lofts is meant for sleeping, the other for storage. The other thing that we loved was the skylight in the kitchen. Plus, its location. It's just down the street from our current room, which makes moving easy (we hope), and yet although the house faces a relatively busy street, our room is very quiet and private because it faces the rear.

Overall, while the facilities (closets, sinks and such) were ordinary and old, the apartment is beautiful. Lots of character. Hope that makes up for some utility inconvenience -- as there are only two residential units in that house, that means going to the laundromat and leaving our garbage out on the street ourselves.

We signed the lease today and are looking eagerly to moving in. Pictures to follow when we do.

ReNe: on bottled water

"Last year 16 million gallons of oil were consumed to make plastic water bottles."

Source of advertisement: DDB

(The figure of 16 million gallons was just for plastic water bottles produced in the US, and the above advertisement was produced for Brita, a water filtration company.)

“Imagine a water bottle filled a quarter of the way up with oil. That’s about how much oil was needed to produce the bottle.”

National Geographic

ReNe: free stuff is seductive

On my way to work today, as I was waiting at the junction of St George and College streets, a guy from Starbucks offered me a free sandwich sample from a tray.

Now, companies do, from time to time, offer freebies. However, I highly suspect that this morning's freebie was in some way connected to the Tim Horton's incident last week, where an employee in a London, Ontario branch was fired for giving away a timbit (a small piece of doughnut, from the hole in a regular doughnut, costing 16 cents). She was quickly rehired within hours, but not before the incident had erupted into a PR nightmare for TH. Yesterday, the Globe and Mail did an article on the case for free, or why giving out free stuff is good for PR and customer loyalty. Many companies, including Starbucks, were quick to comment that they do allow their employees to give out the occasional freebie. Of course, coffee and snacks at Starbucks are significantly more expensive than at Tim Hortons, so the 'free sample' costs has already been worked in...

Still, though the small bit of sandwich was just so-so, it made my morning. Free stuff does that to people, even when people do know that the price of the freebie is next to nothing. It's a curious phenomenon, isn't it?

I think people have this quick internal calculator that dynamically rates the quality of the food (or drink) to the price paid for it, or at least I do. If I paid a dollar for a muffin, say, I'm expecting a certain quality of muffin. If I had paid three dollars for it, it had better be a damn fantastic muffin and very often I would be disappointed. But if I paid 50 cents for it, I would probably be satisfied with even a mediocre muffin, and if it's free...

It's not just free food giveaways. People love free stuff. Buy X and get Y free. Never mind if you actually don't need Y, it's free, isn't it? Free stuff is seductive.

When Japanese department stores first set up shop in Singapore a couple of decades back (I think Isetan was the first? Or was it Yaohan?), just like the parent stores back in Japan, these department stores started giving out free food samples in the basement supermarket. I was so impressed as a kid, but then, over the years, they stopped giving out free samples, or reduced it to a really tiny piece, barely enough for you to get a taste of the product. I thought either operating costs went up or the management has gotten more penny-pinching. Or maybe, free samples just seem much more significant and bigger when you're a kid. Most likely, I concluded later, Singaporeans must have abused this free food sampling system, something I'm not surprised by. Why do I say this?

When I visited Japan as an adult, the department stores there were giving out free food samples. And it wasn't just a tiny, barely there sample; it was a generous portion, one that I felt almost embarrassed to accept because I then felt obliged to buy their product. And it wasn't only one or two little tables in the supermarket that were giving out free stuff; there were rows of tables in the supermarket handing out free samples. Outside the supermarket area, there would be other little outlets selling everything from cooked food to packaged snacks to specialty foods, and samples galore. All over, from glitzy Tokyo mega-malls to old-fashioned stores in Tohoku to quiet departmental stores in Hokkaido to tourist souvenir shops, they were giving out free stuff.

And I stood there, stuffing my face and planning my second trip round the supermarket, thinking, "This was what I remembered as a kid. No, this is even better! Much better! Bloody Singaporeans, why couldn't they have been more gracious and not abused the freebie system such that now we hardly get free samples anymore?"

Now, I know that the cost of the free stuff has already been 'worked in', and stuff in Japan is very pricey, and I did get some odd stuff that I never used, but still, I went around Japan with a huge smile and happy feeling.

Free stuff is seductive.

ReNe: a new pan

A mundane post today because I'm quite tired at the moment. We bought a new saucepan today.

As always, easier said than done. We've been toying with the idea of getting a new one for a while as the current pan is slightly too shallow, but recently, the number of scratches has increased almost exponentially and the base is permanently stained now. Suddenly, there was a sense of urgency. And since we're buying a new pan, we don't want another teflon-coated pan, so probably a stainless steel pan. Mike wanted a cast-iron pan but I flatly refused because those things weigh a ton.

We had a look at some of the pans at Sears but while there were a couple of nice pans on offer, they were still really expensive, around $75-80. In the end, we went down to Ikea today after work, where we got a reasonable stainless steel pan for $30.

We both commented on something odd while waiting for the shuttle bus at Ikea, something we noticed the last times we were at Ikea as well -- it really feels like we're in a different country. Of course we are in a place foreign to us, but why should the strangeness strike us so starkly at that point in time, at Ikea? We were hard-pressed to explain. Perhaps it's Ikea itself -- the layout is almost the same as that of the Ikea store in Singapore, down to the location of the restaurant and kids area, but unlike the one in Singapore, this is more spacious and much, much less crowded. Even the food, and cutlery and tray and all, served at the restaurant are mostly the same, and yet there is no fighting for tables, no maître d' with a headset directing customers; in fact, the restaurant was less than a third full and it was around dinner time. Perhaps this strange juxtaposition of the familiar and strange created a sense that something was 'off', and that something is that we're in a foreign land.

So we eventually got ourselves a nifty new saucepan, and we're pretty pleased. This means no more unintended consumption of plastic (teflon).

ReNe: waterfront trail

On the weekends, when the weather permits, we go cycling. Last Saturday, we went down south to Ontario Place, and then along the waterfront trail to the Humber Bay Bridge before turning back, a round-trip of about 22km.

Compared to Singapore, Toronto has more bike-friendly policies. There are bicycle lanes drawn on some roads, and motorists here are generally much more tolerant of cyclists; there are even explicit signs at junctions telling motorists to give way to cyclists. For many people here, the bicycle isn't just a leisure sports equipment but a commute vehicle, and there are many posts and bicycle racks along the sidewalks for cyclists to chain their bikes to. Plus, winter aside, the weather here is also cooler and more conducive to cycling than the soup that is Singapore's weather.

Despite good intentions and bike-friendly policies, the roads here suck. After a long winter, the roads are uneven, cracked and full of potholes. Moreover, cars are often parallel-parked at the curb-sides, thus reducing the number of lanes by one, and one constantly has to keep an eye out on the right for cars moving out, and on the left for cars aiming for a parking spot. At some major junctions, where TTC streetcar tracks cross, it can be especially jarring.

From the western entrance to Ontario Place. From here, we continued along the waterfront, towards the windmill.

A windmill. As there is only one, I think this is more for demonstration purposes, and does not really contribute power to the grid.

Humber Bay Bridge, which was a distance beyond the windmill.

For more pix, go here.