The creation of tea dates back thousands of years ago in the Yunnan China during the Shang Dynasty. Tea was consumed during meditations with the purpose of relaxation, and connecting to ones soul. I am not sure what it is about drinking a cup of tea late at night that puts me deep into a…
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Live like a Cockroach.
The cockroach is one of the oldest living species on the planet. With it’s hard shell and rather disgusting outward appearance, the bug is dated back to the prehistoric ages. One may wonder how these bottom dweller creatures have lasted all these years, but the answer is rather simple…change and adaptation. Within our lives, change is something…
Fantasy trumps reality.
Within our lives we can decide to live in two worlds: Fantasy or Reality. I cannot count the amount of times in which I have fallen deeply in love with a fictional character or dreamt of transporting to magical worlds. It may seem crazy, but we all have these dreams and fantasies in which we…
I wrote this while I was drunk.
11:48 at night, and I am 100% drunk. The creativity flows through my brain as I attempt to sit down and gather my thoughts. Striking up enough courage to attend his housewarming party, I walked in and ended up having a good time. With over 10 shots of Jager in my body, I board the…
Borken/cinnamon hearts and red onesies.
With a bag of cinnamon hearts by my side and my new onesie being worn, I sit down at my kitchen table and begin to write. I have been wracking my brain for inspiration within the last few days, but I feel as if I have lost my muse. Shoving a pound of cinnamon hearts…
Perils of the iPhone: Part II
When I last explained my blacked out drunken night of bad decisions, I also explained the unlikely situation in which I underwent with my iPhone. After losing the beloved device, and being forced to shell out $675 to not only purchase a new phone, but to also get an early start to bankruptcy. I must…
Turning pain into words.
Dressed in sweatpants and an oversized University sweater, I lay upon my couch and watch the Grammys with my mother. It has been a very difficult 24 hours for me and I did not know if I could have survived it. As I left his apartment, I was left speechless by not only what was…
Formal invite to my coffin.
A Sanctuary. Sanctuaries are place in which you feel perfectly at ease and you can find your centre. I no longer have a sanctuary for all that I was hiding from has finally caught up with me. I ran away to Toronto to escape my past, and now I ran back to Mississauga to escape…
A smoothie and a bullet.
There is nothing I love more in this world than food. I put on my warmest parka and made the trek from my condo to this mysterious Loblaws on Queen Street West. Walking into the building I immediately was blown away by just how large it is! not only is it a grocery store but…
Amelioration & the rise from The Cave.
As I sit at my kitchen table and watch the snow flurries glide past my balcony, I am left speechless over the events of the morning. As it so happens, once you begin to publish your feeling onto the internet they are easily accessible by everyone… everyone including “Him”. He has now read my blog,…
Insanity and a drunken stupor.
Drunk and light headed, I sit down at Witt’s desk and begin to write. The demons in which I have been desperately trying to hide have quickly unearthed and have risen to the surface. Within life, we can only try to contain our own minds for so long…but there comes a time when we must…
One scent for a story.
Do you know the feeling where you you breathe in, and recognize a certain scent that is in the air? I do not know what this is or how it is done, but your brain recalls this scent and takes you back to a moment within your life where you first came in contact with…
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