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OMG THIS IS SOOO GOOD !
No, it isn’t.

ps. This food was alright not amazzzzzing as referred by.

Here’s the whole story -

You know that craving you get for some delicious junior chicken goodness?

Well.

Then you eat it and go “oh wow, that was kinda gross”

Or when it’s toonie Tuesday! And you think to yourself - hey, it’s been a longtime since I’ve had a southern biscuit ! - then you eat it and it just never tastes as good as you remember it!

What’s worst is, when you recommend a dish to a friend because the last time you went that bento box was to live for! And then you get there have it with them and realise its not that great.

The reason I bring this up is because i went to a local Toronto burger joint that my friends have raved on about - and thought - meh.

Why is that?

Why is it that food we crave, and decide to indulge on, just never is as good as you remember? Is it because it was the first time eating it that we have nothing else to compare it to?

Or is it something more?

Something psychological with remembering a taste, so well that your mouth waters; that our minds over stimulate our palette, that no food will be able to live up to it?

Why the disillusion? If we can’t trust our memory of taste then what else should we question in a memory?

Mmm, food for thought ! haha

I’m a bad influence! First day in and I’ve got people running to food network :p

Vinyl Emotion (Taken with instagram)

Oxygen masks drop.
If you’re on a plane that’s about crash, I would help you put on your mask.

But then I’d be dead.

Words of advice taken from a friend and mentor. It’s really nice to have someone look out for you, when you forget yourself, but we must all be self stuffier too, and I need to remember myself.

So here’s me wandering downtown by myself to my favourite café, ordering my order of steamed milk with vanilla and a slightly warmed up slice of red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting- all just for me time.

Sips to taking care of yourself.

To grow, to learn, to develop.
You, I, and the world.

Matte Black.
Smooth softness at a touch, engulfed in a fog of mystery in the darkness.

Tilt-shift & soft focus.

I mark the hours every one. My life & value unto you are gauged by what you have to do.

Beautiful words of purpose and devotion from J.K. Rowling

Time reseting isn’t always a good thing, it can make you remember things you had once forgot.

Time it’s a funny thing, we want to have more of it, yet sometimes we wish to go back before time moved forward, or to move time forward to move past the past quickly or to stop time altogether.

Unfortunately there is no real time turner, all there is, is your will and determination, to stand by yourself, darling, pour diesel in the fire.

Non-stop.
It’s always go time. I’ve been known to have this endless amount of energy and this free flow of ideas and possibilities for anything and everything at anytime.
Why stop the flow of thought in your brain? Ideas constantly bubbling.
While everyone is sleeping there are still a few of us that keep pushing, thinking, imagining of all the possibilities that are possible within our lifetimes.
As my avatar reads, add oil.
Add oil to the fire, to keep the fire burning. To keep the light on.
Tick tick tick time passes and ideas develop into plans. The magic of an idea, watch it grow, add in some more oil!

Back at my own. It’s empty here, the hum of the ventilation. Staring at the lamp glow onto the ceiling and wall. Good morning or good night, I think my mind will get the better of me.