Snow falling on the cobble stone, I stand on the balcony looking out onto the city. Sipping on my morning coffee, I think of the future. Opening the Facebook app on my phone, I take a look at my 1,500 Facebook friends. Does this mean anything to me? are these people actually friends or are…
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The Good, The Bad, and The Slutty.
After a week of fashion shows and an underwhelming award show, I head back to my homeland of Narnia for an Easter weekend with the family. Spending the evening watching Project Runway with Americano, I sit back relax and enjoy the big dinner ahead of me. Flakes of snow fall to the ground on this…
Fashion Week for the Fashion Weak.
Fashion week, a time where Toronto’ best dressed struts down King West. Taking over the entertainment district of Toronto, World Mastercard Fashion Week brings the fashion elite to the city, and style from the runway to the streets. The chilly bite of the Canadian Climate brings a light snowfall onto the carpet. Besides the fact…
Slave to fashion & A Servant to The Ruined.
Are we ruined? Tarnished from the years of hatred, war and disgrace, we continue aging in a society where beauty is seen more powerful than brains. Are we ruined, or just plain narcissists? Sitting in my living room, I relay the events of last night in my mind. Staring out into the cobblestone filled Distillery,…
How to Succeed in Business Without Being Sleep Deprived: A Musical.
Would it be a sin if I never sleep again? Sitting in Toronto Based Rooster’s Coffee sipping on a drip black coffee with an espresso shot, I enjoy my red eye while operating my human mechanics on an utter lack of sleep. A local coffee shop is always the best place to organize the mind…
Sweet taste of inspiration.
The sweet taste of a former vice lighting through your soul. With the remnants of my past faded into the summer, there comes a time when certain flickers of life find there way back. The bitter taste of an americano, the sweet tang of a cosmopolitan. Spending my time in from of an outdated laptop,…
Check Mate.
The final drag, the last drink, the parting kiss and the final goodbye. These moments of closure can stay with you for years to come, yet you will never forget the adrenaline rush of what once brought you happiness. It is quite ironic how the human body is able to forget all memory of pain,…
Strategic Thinking & A Big Personality.
Sitting cross-legged on my couch, laptop on my lap and textbooks skewed around me,I begin to write my final essay for my Philosophy of Love and Sex class. Surrounded by nearly a dozen empty Starbucks cups, I attempt to sort through my views on the concept of Romantic Love. Irving Singer, a tiny, seemingly materialistic philosopher…
Love Insurance not included.
The swift glide of the pen over the lines as I begin to write. Today I put away the typewriter and picked up the pen; it is a real shame how dreadful my penmanship has become over the years of my sole reliance on technology. As another Valentine Day has come and gone, the search…
Club Rats in the African Savannah.
The lights of the dance cave shone brightly over me. Dancing in the middle: Hair dripping, hands up, oblivious to the world around me. It is these evenings of pure isolated musical escapism, that you can just feel so alone in a crowded place. The ease placed on your mind as you swerve towards the…
Riddance of the Walk-In.
Sunday afternoon. Waking up late, I sit down at the kitchen table and open my laptop. To the left of me are fresh cut daisies (My favourite flower) from the local farmers market, and to the right I have the stacks of books and plays that need to be read for class. With the scent…
An open forum and black yarn.
This is the last line I will do tonight, I say as I finish purling the last loop of the scarf I’m knitting. I feel as if I aged about 90 years old as I sit on my bed knitting by the light of 3 large candles. I live an exciting life. I lay in…
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