The World Motivation
When my mother first passed away some time ago, I didn't enjoy food anymore. I just ate to live. My mother had always cooked so well that I didn't think I could follow her.
“When my mother first passed away some time ago, I didn't enjoy food anymore. I just ate to live. My mother had always cooked so well that I didn't think I could follow her.”
When my mother first passed away some time ago, I didn't enjoy food anymore. I just ate to live. My mother had always cooked so well that I didn't think I could follow her.
People treat me nice 'cos I treat them nice.
I'm actually a little bit more tolerant than I thought I was. I've got kids, so I do have a lot of faces.
'Gangsta rap' is a derogatory label.
I know I'm just one man trying to do one thing, and the next day is not promised to any man. I'm very humble.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.
I remember Googling operations to make my calves slimmer, and I ate only ham for a week to try and become skinny.
I ate Bengali food after my parents married and Dad started living with us, in both Willesden and in Delhi for three years, and then we all moved to California. Dad said he could make a really good dal, but I never saw him cook during the whole time we lived together.
I redefined how I ate and exercised and have continued to keep that up because it feels great.
In the seventies when I was struggling, I ate the same thing every day at Big Nick's Burger Joint on Broadway and 77th Street. A cottage-cheese omelette with tomatoes, French fries, rye toast, orange juice, and coffee. It was consistently the most satisfying meal I could possibly imagine.