Well if you’re saving up for a holiday you could get a more sentimental gift. Something handmade maybe. Something from the beginning of the relationship. A scrapbook or a recreation of your first date or smth. A different version of the first gift you got her.

If you go down that route you can bulk it up by adding a few other little gifts like her favourite snacks plus flowers etc.

I knew it would be the first platform to go. The same goes for substack, thats next.

Well I hope you get a better smoothie than i do.

We were eight years old, my cousins and I were back at my grandparents’ house—its sprawling, shadowed rooms and thick air somehow even older than I remembered. The house creaked as though it was breathing with us, a hushed whisper at every step, and it felt like the walls held secrets of their own, watching and waiting.

We’d been sent upstairs to bring down the old mattresses, dusty and abandoned like the rooms around them. This part of the house had been empty for years, left behind after my uncle moved overseas. We always joked about how “someone else” must be living up there now, but tonight, in the silent dark, it didn’t seem funny.

With no power and no light but the thin, eerie beams that crawled through the grimy windows, we fumbled our way up the staircase, barely able to see each other. The air grew colder, thicker, the smell of dust and something sour filling our noses. Each step made a hollow sound beneath us, muffled as if the house were swallowing our every move.

As we reached the landing, a faint light beckoned from behind a tall, faded curtain in the corner. We had no other source of light, so I stepped forward, curiosity pulling me closer despite a growing feeling of dread. The curtain felt cold and brittle under my fingers as I slowly drew it aside, letting the pale, sickly light bleed into the room.

And there she was—a hunched figure, almost blending into the shadows at first, but her eyes glinted sharp and bright, fixed right on me. The woman’s face twisted into a smile so wide it almost tore her skin, a chilling smile that seemed to curve too high, too deep. Her hands hovered over an ancient blender in front of her, its glass jar fogged, the base coated in grime. She held something alive in her hand—a lizard, its tiny claws scraping desperately as she held it above the blender.

Without breaking her gaze, she dropped it in, a sickening thud echoing as it hit the bottom. She didn’t stop there. Slowly, with an unnatural ease, she raised her other hand to her mouth, her crooked fingers disappearing into her lips. When they emerged, they held a slimy, wriggling frog that she yanked out of her mouth as if pulling something rooted deep within her. Her fingers slick and glistening, she shoved the struggling creature into the blender, forcing it down as it squirmed. Her eyes never left mine, that smile still stretching, her mouth a dark, hungry pit.

I froze. Every muscle locked in place, my breath lodged in my throat, while she reached for the blender switch. And as her finger hovered over it, the smile widened further, stretching and tearing into my mind, imprinting itself there.

And then I woke up.

I’m just copy pasting this here. It was a real dream but I wrote this a long time ago and its quite… heightened as I was trying to get the emotions through. Its also terribly cliche writing, I promise I’m a better writer this was just a quick write up long ago. (I read a lot of RL Stine as a kid can ya tell?)

Yeah Lemmy is a smaller more intimate community. In fact I’m sure we’ve interacted before. Thats just the nature of the platform (and a positive).

Also why I don’t really agree with people who think the number 1 goal of Lemmy is to grow.

We all feel a responsibility to be active here ngl. So many of us have made new communities we wanted and just keep posting there to grow communities.

My total activity on only this one Lemmy account is more than all my social media ever combined. And thats just one of my 7 Lemmy accounts.

There’s also that marathon in Jamaica which might be in December (not sure).

Also Sabina park is in Kingston. Forgot to mention that previously.

I’m sure you’ll find some cool Christmas related fairs too. And new years too obviously.

Well you could catch the West Indies vs Bangladesh Test match at Sabina park! Thats the first week of December.

Domino’s is literally the only fast food place I eat from. So I say domino’s. Although even that means 2-3 times a year at most

Weekly, both. Mostly

Strawberry works, but you’ve said that already. I believe banana is used in some Nordic country too (not 100% about this)

Well I’m Asian so maybe it’s a cultural thing. But I’m my parents retirement plan. I’m guessing the same goes for you. Its the same sending money back home for all Asians.

Divorce him

The point regarding seeing the world from anothers view reminds me of ‘Story of your life’ by Ted Chiang, a brilliant short story that also has a movie based on it (Arrival) which is also my favourite movie despite the, imo, botched ending.

Spoiler alert:

As the lead character learns the aliens language and can now interpret time and generally the world they do, you get to a different kind of consciousness.

As I type this out I relaize its actually kind of off topic after all lol.

!aneurysmposting@sopuli.xyz ??

I’m guessing the same goes for bees. Those stings are bad.

I wanna know Gators and or crocodiles vs lions.

Well if they’re taking it off, they’d best take it all off! I’m not coming in for a second session.

Social beings like approval of peers.

Like another commenter said, survival instinct.

Also its a nod to our identity, we derive a sense of self worth from those around us. Approval from people who believe what you do makes you feel like youre a part of smth bigger than yourself (look at religion, nationalism etc).

Well first of all wear comfy clothes and footwear. If you gotta go sandals, no socks, do it.

Your favourite form of passive entertainment. Smth you can put on in the background to ignore the world.

I’m not getting a circumcision for a flight!