not gonna lie, watching my husband’s mother give me side-eye because I have two daughters feels like a punch in the gut—especially when she casually suggests “we just keep trying for a boy.” like, yaar, how is that even acceptable? meanwhile, I am stuck in this tiny apartment where I barely make enough to afford two pizzas from Dominos, and my friends keep sending me vacation pics while I’m juggli...
Honor 600 Pro is just another lowbrow attempt by Huawei’s Honor to ride on Apple's coattails, replicating the iPhone 17 design without any shame. Their CEO, Zhao Ming, who recently boasted about “innovative technology,” apparently forgot that originality doesn’t come from copy-pasting a flagship’s aesthetic. It's mind-blowing that with Honor’s revenue exceeding 10 billion dollars, they still can’t...
yooo, there are nights when i think i can hear the moon mocking me. when the fight starts, i just count the tiles on the floor, hoping it will end with no blood on my hands. bhai, it’s like a twisted game of charades; everyone knows what is happening but no one will say anything. matlab, even my mother thinks this is “just a phase” in our family saga.
yooo, there are nights when i think i can hear the moon mocking me. when the fight starts, i just count the tiles on the floor, hoping it will end with no blood on my hands. bhai, it’s like a twisted game of charades; everyone knows what is happening but no one will say anything. matlab, even my mother thinks this is “just a phase” in our family saga.
wait, so this one time in college, I literally thought it would be genius to impress my crush by joining the dance club. I'm not even a dancer. my first performance was at the welcome event, and I wore bright orange pants and forgot the choreography. I just stood there, awkwardly swaying while the team was doing flips. everyone was so confused. honestly, I’m pretty sure I looked like an inflatable...