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Essay1: Why we buy things we do not need?

Have you ever have experience that you buy more than you were planning when you find the dual pricing at the stores or the online stores? According to the Nikkei newspaper (日本経済新聞), Japanese customer financial protection agency has been pointed out the Japanese amazon’s dishonest action, which was the trap of a dual pricing last year. (日本経済新聞, 2017)

As you can see the picture, this product was about $360 before discount, and it became about $100 after 72% off discount(about $260 discount), which made me feel suspicious. So I researched this product’s details, and I found out that this product’s label was made similar to another products that is actually sold by $360.

Amazon lost a lot of  trust from customers after this issue found out because this news was published on TV, newspaper, and magazine. They tried to sell fake products with wrong price and they also displayed the illegal dual pricing such as they displayed sale the price and the reference price on the same page to make the products completely look like cheaper than the reference price even though the products have never been sold by the reference price.

Even there is the law that clearly explains this is illegal to do at the stores or the online stores, a lot of the stores or online stores still do this illegal action right now in our daily life. On the Japanese consumer agency website provides five different cases to explain the rule of the dual pricing because every stores have different situations and sell different products. First, the stores or the online stores cannot compare the price between two products that are completely different products(real product and fake product). Second, the stores or the online stores cannot display the sale price and the special price that offered for limited time of the day.  Third, the stores or the online stores cannot display the sale price and the future price on same page or board. Forth, the stores or the online stores cannot display the sale price and the desirable retail price. Fifth, the stores or the online stores cannot display the sale price and the price that is from other competitors.(消費者庁, n.d.) These rules warn to the stores or the online stores not to make customers misunderstand to buy their products with the wrong price.

However, I think there is also the issue for people who buy the discount products even though they do not need them. Those people does not have the right judgement to decide whether they need the products or not. According to news.com.au, “The problem is our shopping bias to pay less for a given item can blind us to the fact we actually don’t need the item at all or it doesn’t suit us or might be the wrong size,” Dr Jenny Brockis said.(Killalea, 2017) She pretty much explained that most human brains feel happy when buying the discount products so human brain falls out of sensory paralysis.

To avoid having this issue for customers, I think it is the best solution for us to understand how the stores or the online stores buy the products with the cheap price from the producers, and sell the products with more expensive price to customers. Because there are still so many stores and online stores that secretly use the illegal dual pricing system to get benefit with the reason the government cannot check each items of reference prices for every stores or online stores exist in this world to compare with the sale price to the reference price.

This graph is showing that how the stores or the online stores obtain their products with half price or less of the nominal cost. All stores usually charge the nominal price when they are not on sale, which is already included discount price, benefit price and buying price. All customers have to understand this system before they are going to be involved in this trap. (ソフトバンククリエイティブ, 2009)

We feel lucky when we see “SALE” or “- % off” when we go to shopping. We often meet with these situation in our daily life. However, customers should know that the stores or the online stores use a lot of different strategies to sell their product without having the deficit as possible as they can otherwise the stores or the online stores cannot survive in the marketing world.  So all customers should doubt first, why they are selling with this discount price. Because I am pretty sure that they do not give customers the discount with no reason. Also the stores and the online stores are always trying to make the products look cheaper than as usual with using the dual pricing strategy. So all customers should stay back a little bit and think before they put the discount products in their shopping cart.



日本経済新聞(2017, Dec 27). アマゾンに二重価格表示で再発防止命令 消費者庁. 日本経済新聞 Retrieved from https://www.nikkei.com/article/DGXMZO25168730X21C17A2CR8000/
金児昭,ソフトバンククリエイティブ(2009, Apr 10). 在庫一掃半額セール。なぜ半額にしてまで 売るの?. ITmedia ビジネスオンライン Retrieved from http://bizmakoto.jp/makoto/articles/0904/10/news091.html
消費者庁 (n.d.). 二重価格表示 . 消費者庁 . Retrieved from http://www.caa.go.jp/representation/keihyo/nijukikaku.html
Killalea,D (2017, Apr 10). Why we buy things we don’t need. news.com.au. Retrieved from http://www.news.com.au/finance/business/retail/why-we-really-buy-things-we-dont-ne ed/news-story/6613e61c266284123a37cdcccb85df84

a blue heartbreak

Was it possible to break your own heart?

Did heartbreak only occur when a second party was involved? Did it have to be inflicted by a lover? A family member?

Or, could your own thoughts and made-up fantasies cause the same terrible damage?

It was these questions that had puzzled her for days. She laid in bed and felt them float above her head. She could almost see the curve of each individual letter pertaining to the dreadful problems.

They demanded answers. Yet, she was unable to grasp an intellectual answer.

She could only answer with emotion.

But, how could she find the words to explain that she felt her heart drop to her stomach so often, that she wasn’t even sure if her heart was in its proper place anymore? Her chest was left hollow. A deep blue substance of melancholy and dissatisfaction had filled the empty cavity.

She walked through the day in a daze, with the constant feeling of blue.

She wanted to bury herself in it and hideaway.

She wanted to force her heart back together and return it to its rightful home.

But, the blue was always stronger than her pathetic thoughts. She couldn’t conquer the blue. Instead, she remained in bed, staring at the letters belonging to her emotional questions.

The blue nestled deeper into her chest.

the damned – on wattpad

Music pounded throughout the streets, coming from the nightclub. Four teens rushed through these same streets, giggling.

“Guys!” One shrieked, laughing. She pointed towards a dark building covered in graffiti, every window boarded up. “Let’s go exploring.”

The boys whopped in agreement, but one teen disagreed, falling behind. “I don’t know guys, it’s creepy in there. I don’t want to get caught.”

“Come on Jenny,” one boy nudged her shoulder with a bottle. “Have another drink, it’ll give you courage.”

She took the bottle, taking a long swig, squinting her eyes from the burn of the alcohol. “No seriously, Haley that’s dangerous if we get caught in there…”

“We won’t!” Haley laughed, drinking a darker liquid. “Derek, give her some more, she needs to start having fun!”

Jenny rolled her eyes, gazing at the other boy. He had his arms draped around Haley. “Kyle, do you want to go in there?”

Kyle shrugged, his eyes were glossy. “I don’t see why not.”

Derek pulled Jenny towards him, “come on, don’t be a wimp.” Leaning down he began to kiss her neck.

Jenny closed her eyes, sighing. “Okay, fine.”

“Yes!” Haley shouted.

“Let’s hope they have a bed in there, huh?” Derek whispered in Jenny’s ear. Goosebumps rose on her skin, she took another swig from the bottle, it burned less this time.

The group ran to the side of the building, the boys ripped at the thin wood that laid in front of a window, while the girls searched for a rock heavy enough to break the glass. The sound of the glass shattering could hardly be heard over the loud music coming from a few buildings over. One by one they climbed inside.

Hello everyone! Sorry I’ve been so MIA… school really kicked my butt this semester. Lately, I’ve been feeling really unmotivated and frankly, unhappy. I’m just incredibly tired and burnt out. However, I could feel myself growing frustrated with the lack of writing projects collecting virtual dust on my computer. As much as I love the mini pieces I’ve written for this blog, I want to start beginning attention back to the larger pieces I started years ago.

I’ve decided to breathe some life back into my old ‘Wattpad’ account, and I will be posting this old/new project ‘The Damned’ on it. Hopefully, I can discipline myself to update frequently.

The piece you’ve read above is a little preview of the story, and I’d love if you checked out the full version on my Wattpad account linked below! Thanks ?

– Maddi Wilson

Maddi Wilson’s Wattpad accountThe Damned

My Tools of the Trade — Modern Calligraphy

If you’re like me, I’ve always found videos of calligraphy that show up on my Facebook newsfeed really therapeutic and mesmerizing to watch. And so, two years ago, I began to rummage through the internet for online tutorials and printed out masses of practice sheets to begin my newfound hobby.

I started from my local craft store, Michaels, and bought several nibs, nib holders, black india ink and a pad of smooth marker paper. From there it was practice, practice, practice until I started developing a preferred style of writing that seemed most natural to me.  Below, you can see a layout of the nibs I have collected over the past two years, along with a few of the pen holders that accompany it.

Nibs + Holders

The Speedball/Hunt nibs were the first few I bought from DeSerre’s: they come in a pack with two holders. The great thing about nibs (or calligraphy in general) is that they are really affordable…but keep in mind that they are also fragile if you don’t store them well. The ones I buy typically range ~$1-2 CAD each. My absolute favourite nibs are the Leonardt 40 (I use this one the most) and the Hunt 99. I find that I tend to steer towards nibs that are more flexible (less stiff) because it helps me write more naturally.

Nikko G and Zebra G are the couple I read lots of blog posts on. I was able to track down a couple of small art stores that carry these nibs in Hong Kong, and being super inexpensive they also came in packs of three in the case that one may accidentally be broken or misplaced. Here’s a quick comparison between the raved on Nikko G and my favourite Leonardt 40.

I don’t believe there’s anything special to talk about about my holders. The one you see on the top with a part that sticks out is the oblique holder. It basically helps you write on an angle that some people may find difficult when writing with a regular holder, but I don’t tend to steer towards it. I find that I grab my Tachikama wooden holder the most as most of my nibs fit in it. For my smaller nibs I use the brown Hunt holder that I purchased with the nibs — again, really affordable.


Ever since I laid hands on my Finetec Pearl Metallic Inks palette I have never let it go. I absolutely LOVE the iridescent glow that it produces when activated with water. Used typically for watercolour brushes, I use a few drops of water and mix it with a small brush for several seconds, then paint it onto the nib. It’s not the cheapest out there, and I purposely purchased it on my last trip to Hong Kong because it was difficult to find in Vancouver. Nevertheless…absolutely stunning.

I did start off with using black india ink but it’s been getting old and I haven’t thought of replacing it since I always just use the Finetec palette. With the help of Photoshop, I digitize my writing and invert the metallic ink on black paper which gives the look of black ink written on white paper (#lifehacks).


I started off using your standard white paper, but found that the sharp (fragile) tip of the nibs would repeatedly catch onto the paper and gave a rigid feel to my writing. I purchased a marker pad from Michael’s that really helps with that problem. The paper is really soft and light, which helps with write smooth, continuous lines so I definitely recommend it for practicing. Typically, I like to use just any card stock I can get my hands on. My mom really enjoys making cards and she has collected a TON of coloured card stock paper, so I usually just take some to use and it’s great for calligraphy too.


…And voilà!

Calligraphy really does take time and practice. At one point when I started, there were times when I did feel discouraged because I wasn’t satisfied with it! In the beginning, I had really wonky, awkward strokes and it really didn’t feel right to me. Those are also the times you need to push through and give yourself even more reason to keep working on it because it takes time so remember to be patient with yourself. Once you start to feel progressively more comfortable, you’ll start to develop your own writing style. I still do feel incompetent sometimes and I really do like keeping calligraphy as a hobby because I know I definitely still have room for improvement! Hope this helps.



She stared at her phone, eyes tracing over the letters that spelt out his name.

There was a war going on inside her head – should she call him? Should she even bother anymore?

The fight between the couple had taken place a few days prior, and now she laid in her bed, her heart heavy.

They had barely communicated since the argument, and it was beginning to take a toll on the girl.

She hated the entire situation.

More so, she hated how the situation made her feel.

Since when had she become so dependent on another individual?

She had always forced herself to see the downfall of every relationship – that way when they ultimately ended, her heart wouldn’t hurt so much. Yet, here she was, completely infatuated with a boy who refused to open up to anyone.

The most recent text messages between the couple glared at the girl. She couldn’t bring herself to contact him in any sort of way. She didn’t want to bother him.

So instead, she tortured herself by rereading the same stupid argument, in hopes that he would contact her first.

Her chest swelled from anxiety, she couldn’t stand conflicts.

The girl’s over controlling nature was fighting its way out – telling her to text him, to pour her heart out and cause a scene. But her rational side was telling her otherwise. She had already said what she needed too, it was up to him now.

She tossed her phone onto the empty side of her bed. She couldn’t look at that stupid conversation anymore, nor could she bring herself to delete the messages.

Her emotions were a complete mess. Caught between being angry, upset, and disappointed, she couldn’t focus on anything other than the lump in her throat, and the pain in her head from lack of sleep.

She sighed.

Was he as bothered as her about the situation? Could he sleep, or was he tossing and turning as she had been every night since the argument?

The questions burned into her brain, repeating over and over. But, she wouldn’t dare ask him.

Perhaps she should just let the situation be, and allow the relationship to fizzle out. After all, what was the point in blowing on an already dying fire?

Her thoughts were then interrupted by the obnoxious ding of her phone. She rolled over in bed, towards where the discarded technology was.

The screen lit up a second time, signifying there was, in fact, a message waiting for her.

Yet, the contact name was not from the individual she was hoping. Instead, it was her mom, telling her to come down for dinner.

The girl sighed for the second time. Maybe she really should let it go…

deadly mistake

He stared at the woman with wide eyes.

Her words repeated like a broken record:

“That door you just kicked down was for your protection, not mine.’

He looked back at the door – it reminded him of a wide monstrous mouth.

The woman laughed softly, rocking back and forth in her cross-legged position. She had a gleam in her eyes he found unsettling.

The man took a step away from the door, only to be knocked on to his back.

A decaying hand wrapped around his ankle.

He screamed.

The woman laughed.

His finger nails ripped and cracked as he tried to claw his way out of the room. Yet, there was no use. The hand dragged him into the awaiting door, a trail of blood following behind.

The door slammed closed, drowning out his screams.

The woman was quick to rise from her spot on the floor.

She picked up a cloth and bucket of water and began to clean the blood from the hardwood.

the door

Bright sunlight streamed through the crack of the open door.

Tentatively, I took a step forward, pushing the door to open wider. A long white hallway stretched forward, it seemed to stretch on forever.

I walked down, my bare feet slapped the cold floor.

The door slammed behind me – hinges screeching.

I walked for what felt like hours, passing by the same white walls, until finally, I came to another door.

It resembled the same one I entered through – blue wood, gold accents, and a decorative knob.

Slowly, I knocked.



Three times.

And just as expected, the door swung open.

Immediately I bolted up right, gasping for air.

The familiar beeping of the monitor welcoming me home.

“Well done Kate.”

I looked up, meeting eyes with the professor. His green eyes sparkled, his blond hair standing up wildly.

He was impressed. I sighed, thank god.

“Take her back to her room please.” The professor muttered to his assistant. “She’s done well today.”


I bit my lip, my eyes frantically gazing over the equation.

What if I couldn’t figure it out? What if I wasn’t ‘gifted’ like They said I was?

They would be disappointed if I couldn’t do it. No one ever wanted to disappoint them.

Would I get punished?

Would I get put back into the white room?

A chill shook my body. I hated the white room.

Sighed, I ran my hands through my hair, tugging on my scalp. “Just focus. It’s simple, you’re over thinking it.”

I took another look at the equation:

H+2W = L

Was it a code? What was I solving for?

Perhaps if they have given me more information I wouldn’t fail so miserably every time!

I stood up, my frustration getting the better of me. Hot anger pulsed through my body, my hands shook. I saw red, the blood roared in my ears. I was sick of this, of not knowing what was going on.

I was tired of staring at stupid, meaningless numbers and letters.

I swiped the papers and pencils off of the desk, they clattered to the ground, sounding like gun shots in the dead quiet room.

Suddenly, a group of people rushed in.

Men grabbed on to my arms, their grip tight enough to leave bruises as I struggled to break away.

the key

They found the key at the bottom of the well, just like the treasure map showed.

Although, it was not the key they had been envisioning; when first coming across the map, Hunter and his friend’s pictured something old and rustic. They had always imagined a delicate key, with an intricate design – just like in the movies.

This key… was plain.

It had some curves to it, but the design was simple.

“What do we do now?” Holland asked. Her brows were pulled together, her nose scrunched up; it was a typical look she gave when she was confused.

“Does the map say anything else, Hunter?” Jack held the key in his hand, gazing at it intently as if the key would shout out answers to him if he stared hard enough.

“Um,” Hunter pulled the map out of his back pocket, unfolding it and looking carefully. “No, nothing else.”

“Maybe we’re missing a piece of the map?” Holland began to pace.

Jack shook his head, his lips pressed into a flat line. “This is useless, we travelled all this way, left our homes, for a plain key? Where’s all the treasure you promised us, Hunter?”

“Jack calm down,” Holland hissed.

“No!” Jack waved her off. “I was promised treasure that would allow me to help my aunt. A key,” he held it in the air, “is not going to help me pay for her medication. This key is useless! This whole trip is useless!”

In his anger, Jack threw the key. It flew across the yard of the abandoned farmhouse, landing with a clatter on the gravel driveway.

“Jack!” Holland shouted. “We get it, we’re disappointed too, but you don’t have to throw a fit. I mean… Hunter? What are you doing?”

While Holland had been trying to reason with Jack, Hunter had made his way to the discarded key.

He couldn’t believe this was the end of the search.

He wouldn’t believe it.

Hunter crouched down, a grin plastered on his face as he gazed at the now-broken key.

The two rushed over, taking in what was before them.

“Oh my god,” Holland whispered.

They key laid in a small pile of metal.

However, sticking out of the top of the key was a small slip of paper.

Another map.

The search was back on.

buckets and robots

“Beep-de-bop!” A boy shouted, giggling.

“Commander! The robots are taking over! Code red, I repeat, code red!” The second boy yelled, his bucket turning into a special helmet.

The two boys had been playing ‘robot’ for hours. Beginning right after breakfast, past lunch, until now.

The sun was starting to set.

The streetlights beginning to come to life.

The ‘robot’ jumped on the commander’s back, beeping and bopping.

“Ah! There’s too many of them commander, I can’t fight any longer!” the soldier yelled dramatically, falling to the ground.

“Taylor! Henry! It’s time for dinner!” A voice called from a nearby house.

The boys perked up, gazing at their mother who stood on the front porch.

“Coming!” They called in unison.

They darted into the house, tossing their buckets into the front yard.

‘Robots’ would have to wait for another day.


orbs and tattoos

It was the middle of the night when I awoke, gasping.

A burning sensation rose along my stomach, stretching from my rib cage down towards my navel.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt.

Lifting my oversized shirt, I noticed a faint outline that hadn’t been on my body before.

The outline was darkening by the second, taking on colour.

A brilliant silver.

A deep teal.

Rich red.


The design that took form was intricate, full of swirls and overlapping lines.

Although seemingly random, it made perfect sense.

Excitement vibrated through my body, as I pulled off the covers with my tattooed hands.

A hum of a breath escaped my lips.

I had to wake the others, we were close to the orb.

We could finally bring it home.


“I’m sorry.”

With that, she walked into the rain.

She didn’t look back.

That was the last time anyone saw her.

The town was full of rumours after her disappearance – as if they could make sense of what had happened that horrid night.

Some believed she was abducted by aliens.

Other’s thought she ran away to join the circus.

Yet, they weren’t even close to the truth.

The truth was much darker than any of the simple-minded townsfolk could ever come up with.

To this day, her scarred face was imprinted in my brain, as she looked at me with pity and despair.

I only wished the spirits were taking care of her, of the girl I loved.

Archetypes: Ruler

Power is not everything, it is the only thing. Taking responsibility not only for his own life, but the lives of others, the Ruler is one of the most recognizable and easily corruptible Jungian archetypes. This is the archetype of power, plain and simple, but what comes with power is a dangerous tightrope walk between order and … Continue reading Archetypes: Ruler