Same Old Bath Bomb

When giving becomes the same old bath bomb


Ever since last year, my close friend and I have been giving each other gifts in the same category: scented bath items. Last year’s Christmas, I got a bath bomb. Zoom forward a year, I got another bath bomb, just a different one.

Now, I didn’t get some drugstore bath bomb, I got a Lush Handmade Cosmetics bath bomb. Lush’s are the bomb. Their bath bombs are filled with colour, scents and biodegradable glitter, but above all, they do good. The bombs contain skin-loving ingredients with a few that are organic or fair-trade, and they are handmade in a Lush Kitchen close to the shop. Yes, handmade by humans.

Enough about my gift, let’s talk about her’s. I got her a bath bomb, and of course a limited edition Christmas one. That’s not too bad, is it? Well, I did give her one for her birthday back in September… Talk about lack of intuition.

I decided, rashly, to follow her hint after last year’s Christmas, and get her a “Christmas one.” Due to the fact that I was cheap and was running out of time, I made a decision to follow my terrible instincts.

Since Lush is so conveniently located, I took a spin online for many times before making a decision. Then I scoured the shops, and realized the sizes were horribly depicted in the images. Thus, I chose based on last year’s regrets and got her Shoot for the Stars. It was that or Luxury Lush Pud, which was too colourful in my opinion.

I believe if I tried harder, I could have given her a nice surprise. Though, her thankful text says otherwise.

Next year, with some thought and some time, hopefully she will not get another bath bomb, but something she actually looks forward to. Perhaps a gift that will not be gone after a bath and will last for years.

Gifts should come from understanding of the person’s personality and character, not from one sentence of regret.

For Lush’s website, click here for Canada.

Instrumental Problem

It’s there

ideas flowing from gray matter

I can feel it, pulsing-wanting to be let out

How can I? When I can barely write what I think onto paper

from mind to pen  pen to paper connections lost

I wish it otherwise, let it fly

Change pens, I have tried

Change books I have tried

Type on slow keyboards, watch as my fingers fumble

what instrument conducts the mind

better than a pen?


Being Bitten

Bug bites are never fun

With the terrors of West Nile Virus,

Malaria, Tick fuelled terror,

I think a mosquito bite is fairly deadly,

Little red bumps that don’t itch,

But I scratch at them,

Then they swell into horrors,

The size of  toes,

Horribly red, and so annoying,

Yet I scratch and make them worse,

Four on my leg, one in the crook of my elbow,

Come on, I only wore dark pants!

Being bitten by a bug,

How could I go like this?



-For those who live in cruel cycles,  step upon step-

There are traces of feet,

Ditches made in the golden sand,

Curves from the sides,

Flattened sand, these feet have walked upon,

And we follow them,


Through history, through eras,

We have followed those before us,

Relinquishing the strongholds,

Of the wars past,


We have stepped, left steps, gave steps and took steps,

But, we never dream of those who walk the same burdened path,

Day after day after day,

Stuck in the same cycle,

Walking the same steps,

Through the steps of their ancestors,

Their pain is lost,

To the  cycle,

Until renewed by the footsteps of their children.

Try Harder

Everyone says try your best,

But really what is your best?

Is it slaving under low-light all night for a week,

Trying to finish whatever work/school/fun/other assignment?

I highly doubt so,

There are no standards for “best”,

All we do is try,

Does that mean it’s our best?

What if trying hard his considered too hard?

What is the standard for the best anyways?

Because I believe “the best” is simply a phrase that means: Try harder.

No matter how hard you try,

The best is only a phrase,

So, just try that should be enough.