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Word of the Day:疲労困憊
I am letting chatgpt pick these words but they are all really depressing. I am more pissed off so I don't feel like it is accurate. I was actually making progress editing the subtitles, but the Vocal server isn't showing me whether or not they were edited so, I think I have to wait a day or so to see what ones I have done so I am not just doing the same one repeatedly.
By Kayla McIntosh5 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:クルーズ
Kenta was only 23 when he decided to join Princess cruise lines. He had been working at a local physical therapist clinic in Saitama for a while and decided it was time to change locale. He did a bit of everything: physical therapy, moxibustion, acupuncture. He studied all the nerves and acupressure points on the body; what allowed for the chi to flow and what was good for the muscles.
By Kayla McIntosh5 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:評価
The DMV probably isn't going to be the thing to do here, Uber is the only thing that is going to be getting me around. I need to find somewhere to put my stuff while I am wandering around, but I feel like I am not dressed for Planet Fitness.
By Kayla McIntosh6 days ago in Confessions
Echo Your Thoughts
In a world overflowing with information, the ability to communicate clearly and effectively has become one of the most valuable skills a person can possess. Ideas, no matter how brilliant, only gain power when they are expressed in a way that resonates with others. “Echo Your Thoughts” is more than just a concept—it is a philosophy centered on turning internal ideas into meaningful, influential communication that leaves a lasting impact.
By Aiman Shahid6 days ago in Confessions
I Read My Dead Mother's Diary 📖
THE BOX IN THE ATTIC 📦 Six months after my mother's death from pancreatic cancer I finally gathered the courage to sort through her belongings, a task I had been avoiding because touching her things made her absence concrete in ways that simply knowing she was gone did not, and in a box in the attic labeled "personal" in her careful handwriting I found seven leather-bound journals spanning from 1987 to 2019, thirty-two years of daily entries that documented her inner life with a honesty and depth that she never displayed in conversation with me or anyone else in the family, and I sat on the attic floor surrounded by dust and old furniture and read my mother's secret thoughts and discovered that the woman who raised me was not the person I believed her to be 😢
By The Curious Writer6 days ago in Confessions
