Humanity
Slowly but surely doing my smoking hot bod make-over
I need a flat wash-board muscular abdomen and perfect bubble jungle booty and breasts and legs and arms and everything sculpted exactly because of diet and exercise. I plan to slowly lose this two hundred and something pounds in obese diseased weight and get down to a healthy buck sixty therefore I can crave exercise non-stop and do my exercises and squats and whatnot and make my body work like it's my weight machines, do regular pushups and get to the point where I can use a chair and lift my self up and down with my arms like push-ups going up and down on a chair making my arms buff as shit. A crazy hitman movie had shown a man doing those push-ups I just mentioned in the last sentence before this sentence. I am going to be super geeked when I slowly get to 160 pounds therefore I will not be obese any longer at a buck sixty.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Confessions
The closest thing to love in life
In the summer, MU and I chatted at a barbecue restaurant on Nanjing Road. She insisted on mango and plum chicken. She said Wang jun likes mangoes and chicken best. This dish just strings her love together. Two of us were the first to arrive that day, but the other two were not there yet. I asked Mu Xi, are you King Wang Like? She said, how can that be? If you did, you'd have been together five years ago.
By quoc tu phan4 years ago in Confessions
Gold flowers, incense floating
Lush June, the beginning of summer in the North, a scene of life outside my window, green grass, green shiny; The trees are shady, and the shade is cool. The golden tree, a tall tree with broad leaves in the shape of egg hearts, is especially gorgeous. It is the season when its clusters of white flowers are in full bloom.
By hoang thanh ly4 years ago in Confessions
A Unique Letter To All The Mothers Of This World
A mother is the first teacher and first friend of her children. She carries her child in her womb for nine months and nurtures him with all her heart and soul. She can understand every gesture of her children from the time they are born. She loves her children unconditionally and guides them on the right path in life. She takes care of her children and ensures their safety in every way possible. We celebrate Mother's Day to thank our mothers, to express our love and gratitude towards them.
By pardeep 4 years ago in Confessions
Waking up in the Train Station. Top Story - May 2022.
I don’t make a habit of sleeping on tables in train station waiting rooms. Sometimes there isn’t a choice but on the bright side, it was certainly better than the out-of-service escalator I tried to bed down on earlier; but more on that later.
By Jim Adams4 years ago in Confessions
The Best Things in Life Are Free -Marketing Tells You Otherwise
This article was previously published on Mickey Markoff's Hubpages in 2021. The best things in life are free Many say the best things in life are free, and this old adage is one which rings true throughout the ages. Ask your average person about the most memorable moments in their lives, and chances are good that you will hear several stories that recount things like a child being born, falling in love, and other similarly beautiful beats in time. The likelihood of one of those moments being a time they once stood in line for the latest mobile phone or watched their favorite movie? Slim to none. As enjoyable as entertainment and technology can be - and the potential it has to enrich our lives - there is simply no replacement for the real-life interactions with those we hold dearest in our lives.
By Mickey Markoff4 years ago in Confessions
The landslide of emotions when you can't say sorry...
Dear Mother, I wish I told you how much I love you just once. I’m not shy yet I remain mute. I wait for you to be lying on your death bed taking your final ragged breaths. You wheeze and splutter. Still the words stay buried deep within me.
By SJ Covey4 years ago in Confessions
Trust me
Eve I put my dancing shoes in my bag, pull the zipper and get out of the building. The sound of honking cars and the smells of various dishes in the restaurants I pass make me feel at home. I have to take the subway home, but that doesn't bother me. I like to walk, I like to sit in the subway station and analyze people and then imagine stories about them. Like today, I saw a man who was about 40 years old, dressed in a suit but not in shape. He was always looking at his watch. I thought he was probably pressed for time. He probably has a wife and maybe a baby or two waiting for him at home. The kind of ignorant and spoiled children who perceive their parents' love as a new video game.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Confessions
