In Quebec You is I. So, you know what is the perfect society. Sometimes, you are taken by time and you do not know when to start to learn a language especially the colloquial language.

The fine line between a blessing and a curse.

There are places, you know can be dark at times. Then you know how the world is dangerous. You cannot tame everybody, not even the wild animal, when they are really furious.

Sometimes it is difficult to find resolution in the heat of a fight.

Wrote this poem when I thought of putting my resolutions in order.

A breakdown of how we deal with problems.

This year I decided to go one month without some sort of commodity, item, food, convenience, etc, for the entire month. This is installment one of 13 (or more) of this project. This is raw and unedited for its final, publisized form. But it gives you a good taste of where this adventure is going.

This month, the first month, was a month without sweets.

Forget her.

A poem of goodbyes to past, and expecting great things from the new year.

Someone will offer help.