an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
I open my Facebook and its full of babies. When did I accept a friend request from a baby? Ah, yes, my friend reproduced. Cool. We're all more or less in our 30s...this shit is National Geographically-David Suzuki normal. So why am I weirded out? Its a little bit crazy that you grow a human... Continue Reading →
Is the world worse than it was or are we just more aware? An inner debate I often consider when discussing childhood amongst my friends. Once upon a time, there were no cell phones, just landlines and kids were free to go off into the unknown. Eventually we came home when the lights came on... Continue Reading →
I was born here, in Canada. And I strongly identify as Canadian first, all else second. But I was raised in the most ethnic of ways. No really, I did not grow up white. For example, I was in ESL until Grade 4. Did I mention I was born here?
If you're reading this, you're lucky. Not because my writing is any good, but because you're here. Here on Earth. And there is nothing more precious. Earlier this week, something tragic happened to a distant friend of mine. Distant enough that we haven't kept in touch. Close enough that the news hurt when I learned... Continue Reading →
I like being a potty mouth. An indulgent tendency that increases exponentially in relation to my boozing. Nevertheless, even in my most ladylike state (a laughable attempt at best), I still love dropping a few F bombs to spice up the words coming out of my mouth. When precisely did my passion for dirty words... Continue Reading →
Straight from the airport, Nearly two breathes of London air, You were the first person I spoke to. And my first words, “Hello, I stink. Can I use your shower?” Best pick-up line ever.
And am I one? The other night, over a few jolly pints and less than witty banter, I stumbled upon a cold hard fact. For the longest time, I've been living in sweet oblivion. I've allowed myself to believe that I am from a generation beyond my uncomfortably close peers; the one before the infamous... Continue Reading →
Not to be unduly morbid, but with each passing day we are inching closer to our last. Inarguable, yet unsavoury to the mind. Humans avoid fixation. Perhaps its for the best, to carry on living without much awareness of one's mortality. I mean, what can you really do about it? Plastic surgery and all that... Continue Reading →
My immigrant parents never failed to remind me of the sacrifices they made when they made the move to Canada. Making sure to tell me all the gory details, and how their unwavering conviction saw them through the hardest of times. They lived a life not for pleasure's sake but for righteousness itself. Always noble... Continue Reading →
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