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The ultimate test of a compatible relationship is whether you can stand to travel together.
How to enjoy your romantic visit to Maldives
Travelling to the Maldives and enjoying a romantic holiday is certainly something everybody has envisioned to do as a couple at least once in their lives. If you want to know how to enjoy your romantic holiday to the Maldives, read on.
By Aurora Gianna6 years ago in Humans
Welcome back to the Universe
Monique Prince Welcome back to the Universe I was introduced to the ocean as a young child by my mom and we would spend many summer days there. Early in the morning of beach day, my mom would announce "today's the day!", and my sisters and I would bound out of bed willingly to pack our beach bags and make sandwiches. I would go to our garden and pick fresh cucumbers and tomatoes to bring for our picnic at the edge of our seaside paradise. The ride to Hampton was much longer than it is now because the highway had not been built yet and the anticipation was grueling on the long ride through all the little towns.
By Monique M. C. Prince6 years ago in Humans
What Do You Call Her?
Ante-penultimate April 2, 2020, I arrived at Taoyuan Taipei International Airport since I will head out back to the Philippines the next day. When I enter the airport, I immediately ask the security in charge where I can find a place to stay and eat. They recommended me to visit the 5th floor where there is a Family Mart.
By Domingo Añasco-Gaces Samontina, Jr.6 years ago in Humans
Forever home
I glance up from my ever studious concentration on the small tv. placed at the front of the train. I have to scrunch my eyes and crain my neck to see around the lanky body of the person in front of me. He’s got to be at least six feet tall. Of course I’m stuck behind him, just my luck. I’ve been willing my body to grow for years now to no avail. I remain the same stubby klutz I always have been. I’m about 5’3 and have discovered that I’m about the same size as a grade 5 despite my being in grade 11. With a sigh I give up on my attempt to watch the movie twighlight, rubbing my aching neck where a cramp had begun to grow. I rest my forehead on the velvety soft seat and try my best to ignore the snores of the women beside me, her body creeping closer and closer to me the more sleep drags her into its depths. Looking out the window I am delighted by the view, ancient forests of trees whip by, their branches reaching out towards the sky, touching the puffs of clouds drifting through the air. The sun beats down on my face through the window and I can see a soft wind blowing the delicate stems of pink and red tinged flowers. It’s almost as if they’re waving hello I think to myself. We pass a crystal clear lake with water so still it reflects the view of the ice capped mountains towering behind. Monstrous and brutal, but a stunning view none the less. They jab high into the sky, disappearing through the layers of clouds, half way up they appear frosty with snow. In the distance I can see the outskirts of a small town. The train is approaching rapidly and I just manage to read the sign, “Welcome to Valiant Village”, a cheery sign covered in designs of mountains, even by a quick glance I can tell it must have been created by someone extremely talented. I close my eyes and listen to the soft hum of the train's engine. The foster care association has been dutifully tossing me from one home to the next over the course of 5 years. After the accident, my parents bodies lying in the wreckage…. Stop it I tell myself, shaking my head to clear the image. There’s no point in thinking about that, my past that’s left me damaged inside. My parents are gone and no amount of wishing or anger would bring them back. I’ve learned that from experience, my unannounced tantrums or bursts of grief were always capable of scaring off parents looking to adopt. Claiming I had “too much baggage” to enter their perfect lives. Still no forever home. I guess that’s what happens when you’re no longer an adorable child. I rub my temples and allow the rumble of the train to lull me into sleep. My last thoughts being of the new foster home I'm going to. Hanging onto a thread of hope I wonder if maybe this will be it, maybe I’ll find my home at last.
By Sarah Gaffney6 years ago in Humans
Reflections: Leaving Little Rock [Part Two]
My fondest memories of Little Rock are The Historic Sites and The Blues Festivals that Lee and I attended. The Pine Bluff Blues Fest was originated by Soul Singer Sam Cooke’s Family, although I didn’t know it at the time. It was held in an open meadow; you'd bring your own lawn chairs, food & drinks, and it started at dusk. The stage was huge and on a raised platform. I loved the down home atmosphere.
By PAT CHANEY7 years ago in Humans
Reflections: Leaving Little Rock [Part One]
In the Fall of ’98 I did a Consulting Project in Little Rock Arkansas home of the Famous ‘Little Rock Nine’ who Integrated Central High School in 1957. These Nine Human Beings have always been heroes of mine, I have often wondered if I myself would have been as Brave in their shoes.
By PAT CHANEY7 years ago in Humans
