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Like everyone, I use filters. Oh how we adore them. We filter our lives through Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. It's fantastic - it's like Sephora, except not just for the female visage - it's for everyone's cyber avatar (which could arguably be a disturbingly independent, distinct identity from its owner). But filtering is more than selectively publishing life… Continue reading Caught
As a child, I did not enjoy apples. Not even honey-sweet fuji's, so don't even let me see that malicious green of granny smiths. Nor did I, as a child, see the light and succumb to the revelation of coconut. And "give me wheat", I said "give me white flour" I said. What are oats?… Continue reading Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One
For a girl like me, it's the little things that make me smile. It's the things that you probably don't even realize you're doing that make me feel like my day suddenly got a little bit brighter. It's the things that come almost as if purely granted that make me feel like the happiest person… Continue reading Peasantly Rich
Being should not require an explanation. I am who I am. You are who you are. He is who he is. It's very straight-forward, like conjugating verbs. In fact, there are more verbes (oops, excuse the french spelling...I tend to automatically go into french mode when I start thinking about grammaire and conjugasons) in this… Continue reading A Girl and Agar
Have you ever felt like that poor goldfish featured in that horrible children's asthma ad - out of the water? I'm not about to go about some crazy rampage to tear to the ground whoever thought that it was fair to torture that goldfish. I assume that simple-minded thing didn't even get paid for his… Continue reading Paradis
Two weeks into university and the new people I'm meeting have already thrown at me a stupefying sum of questions. What's your name? Jen, but you can call me Ann, whichever works. Why did you choose this program? Well, for the longest time I wanted to be a plastic surgeon, but then one day Jesus… Continue reading why am I always in a curry..
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