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Japanese Cheesecake

There is this new place that sells Japanese cheesecake in Burnaby and has super long lineups. For those of you that have tried it, is it worth waiting hours in line just to get one? Is there somewhere else to get it? I walked by there yesterday and it smelled soooo good but I don't want to stand in line for hours. They should open another location so the wait time isn't unreasonable.

Vancouver is super competitive, but it's going to lose its talent

Vancouver is very competitive. I moved to another city and I'm having no problem surviving. I'm now in the top pool of talent in this new city, which is sort of crazy to experience. It seems like Vancouver's affordability pushed me out, so I'm going to laugh when the "best place on earth" becomes a talent cesspool of excrement where pale bucket boy is king.

Good Guy

I have been single for about a year and its really hard to meet guys here. It might be because I don't drink or do drugs so I don't go to bars. Just a cute guy with a good head on his shoulders with a big hearts is all I want. It doesn't matter to me whether he's a CEO or a Engineer. I just turned 25 and I have intense pressure from my Italian parents to find a guy and get married and have kids. Its literally non-stop. I just hope I can meet a good guy in the next year.


I am frustrated with how hard it is to get together with any friend for weekends etc. I guess this is how it is in your 30s when most people are settled down as many seem to be too busy to hang out. Many have partners so I know it's not possible to hang out as often as they have partners, but I'm finding this to be the case with new single female friends I've met too. I'm honestly getting tired of asking...... When coworkers ask about my weekend, I sometimes feel embarrassed as I often stay home. I want to do things, I've joined meetup groups, but many are activities I'm not interested in. (clubbing, hiking etc.) I've still tried though, and despite meeting new single women like me, I still have difficulty. I'm not really sure what to do. Although I'm looking forward to being off in the summer, I also dread being stuck at home, and only going out once in awhile. It does get me down, but I can't be the only one. As for dating, kind of given up on that. Finding someone compatible that wants a ltr is a whole other issue. I really want to just enjoy the summer, meet and spend time with friends, but it's looking grim. Any suggestions or ideas?

Wow. The CBC is broken

It's more like an advertising marketing agency, or arm of the government, for identity politics. That's dangerous.

Elder orphans

I feel so sorry for them. They're so lonely that they call 911 to have some social interaction. I definitely want kids and a big family as I never want my family members to experience something like this. It just seems to tragic. Only during our current time would something like this happen. Yikes world :/

My Brain Back, Please

Not to be overly dramatic, but I'm tormented. Did I ever stand a chance? Was it ruined from the start because I stood you up (because I didn't think I was strong enough to turn you down), or was there nothing ever there anyway? Obviously it's too late if there was anything, and since I spiraled downward it's probably too late for anything career related too, but I'd like to think it's not too late for me to live some sort of life somewhere where I don't have to fight battles in my head. I don't need my heart back. It's broken beyond repair, but please, I don't know how, but please give me back my brain.


I’ve been fantasizing about an anonymous sexual encounter to experiment with another man. I’m happily married but I keep wondering how it is on the other side. I sometimes really wonder how I can experiment safely and anonymously in Vancouver?


My confession is that anytime someone wishes me a "Happy FriYAY", I want to slap them. It was cute the first time but 47 times later....

City of no soul

Money runs this place and if you aren't flush with cash you are only in the way to the policy makers who are cashing in left and right. We are being played for fools and no one can do anything about it because you're either profiting from this scheme or struggling too hard to do anything but live day by day. The working people of Vancouver being exploited is a mental health crisis waiting to explode. The government doesn't care about the people, the companies don't care about the people, the medical system doesn't care about the people and there is no more community to speak of. The opioid crisis and cannabis dependency are such obvious results of such a toxic environment. Vancouver's own Dr Gabor Mate wrote a book about drug abuse being a result of broken societies and UBC is where the rat park experiment proved that well cared for beings don't seek comfort through supplements. People of the generations before us mostly had oblivion to rely on. We have to seek our oblivion in craft beer, sparkling rosé and Instagram reality because knowing how badly we are being screwed over on every level is too much for our spirits to handle. Vancouver is a prime example of the "could not beat them so I joined them" mentality.

You outed yourself

Anyone who denies the experience of people discussing racially charged nuances in their life is fundamentally racist. If you say racism doesn't exist, I know you're one of them and I steer clear.


This confession was inspired by one I just read from yesterday called “poor travellers” First of all I would like anyone reading this to know that I spent my late teens and early adult life homeless and living on the street/outside in general in Vancouver. As such, I feel I have a pretty unique perspective on this issue. There are several reasons I ended up there, but briefly: drug addiction, family problems, falling through the cracks... blah, blah, blah the usual stuff. No one to blame but myself really. My life took a turn for the better just over a decade ago. But before that, I did my best not to be seen. Which of course is impossible, but never in my life did I sleep on the sidewalk of say, Granville street downtown. I did my best to sleep “comfortably” in alleys, stairwells, under bridges, and the occasional abandoned house. (It was never comfortable; one morning I was sleeping in an alley behind a business on Main st. somewhere south of Broadway. The weather was cold and wet. I was pregnant. Despite having fallen asleep somewhere outdoors and not in anyone’s way, that I thought would keep me dry, I woke up being drenched with icy cold water. It was coming out of a hose the business owner was deliberately spraying me with. I’d like to think I was able to have a hot shower somewhere after that, but I don’t recall. Another time, a group of young guys thought it would be fun to throw large rocks at my tent, not knowing at first if anyone was in it. There was someone in it, me, and it wasn’t fun. I tried yelling at them to stop. I tried yelling for help. They didn’t stop, and help never came. I was scared to come out so I just covered my head with a pillow, hoping they would leave soon without causing me any serious injuries) Despite never receiving welfare and never having had a job during that time of my life, I never once panhandled, scammed, stole from people’s homes or cars. (I also want to add that I didn’t sell my body. That was my personal choice. Some people don’t get to choose, as for those who do, it is a perfectly legitimate line of work in my opinion.) When I see people panhandling or scamming it makes me furious. I still struggle financially, nothing like before, but I still can’t afford to hand out my pocket change, nor would I for anyone who asked me for it. The panhandlers and scammers may have it a little rough. But I’ve known so many of them personally and I am telling you, firsthand, many of them are self serving, lazy, entitled a$$holes, and are undeserving of your money. Christmas time was always tempting for me to panhandle when I’d see the hundreds of dollars a day, the food, and the presents those leeches sucked up. But honestly, I’m glad I didn’t. The exceptions I give are to seniors who I can tell are not career panhandlers, and anyone who has something to offer that I want or I enjoy. For example, a guy selling his art outside a nightclub (still need to get my own K.Foster), or a busker playing the guitar and sharing her beautiful voice with the world. You wanna give money directly to someone who needs it? Give it to the guy in the dumpster. The kid sleeping in an alley. The lady who tries to conceal the tent she lives in in a wooded area you go to walk your dog. Wanna help someone directly without giving money? Offer a ride to the elderly person using a walker with a few bags of empty bottles you just drove by at a skytrain station or bus stop. Don’t have a car? Offer to help them on or off the bus. Most people are too proud to ask for or even sometimes accept help. Use your better judgment and just help when the situation calls for it. And by no means am I saying you have an obligation to be a good person. My message is for those want to be, but need a little guidance. Basically, open your eyes! Observe the humans around you. Be curious, use your imagination and get in touch with your empathy. Be kind! And thank you from the bottom of my heart to the few who were generous and kind to me when I had nothing to offer them in return!

My wallet is a plastic bag

I hate fiddling with traditional wallets: the pockets, zippers, snaps. I just throw everything into a ziplock bag. This way I can see my cards and cash right away. I just don’t have the time to sort coins, receipts, cards, bills everyday.


Nice chat at the hive

I met you when you came to check on your friend's super cute dog. We talked about your...


Savage Love: Men making mouth music mistakes

I was discussing my lack of oral sex with Sam and he said he’d be willing to “help me out”.