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ANAK ang aking nag iisang anak ay lalaki mag 3years old na sya this june at super sensitive niya , ang dali nya maka ramdam kong ano nagyayari sa paligid nya alam nya meron malongkot , yung masama pakiramdam ko sabi nya mama yayay kuha daw thermometer tas ice daw ilagay sa forehead kasi ganun din ginagawa namin sa kanya na aadapt talaga nya proud mama here napaka bless ko kasi meron akong anak na gnito ka ma alaga at napaka sweet nito lage nag bibigay ng random kisses at nag sasabi i love you so much mama kahit di pa straight yung pag ka sabi nya . before ma tulog nag kikiss talaga to gabi gabi , napaka lambing , taa pag nag luluto ako tas meron tatalsik na mantika kasi nag piprito sabi talaga nya (nay mama sik yayay) means dahandahan daw kasi baka ma talsikan ako ma sasaktan daw ako, dba sarap sa feeling na ang bata pa ng anak ko tas maalaga na sa mama . kaya tayo mga magulang dapat ipapakita natin sa mga anak natin na maging mabuti tayong magulang at mapagmahal , maalaga ,kasi nakikita nila yun at e aadapt nila
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isang araw may narining akong boses sa labas ,sabi i love you cham, tas meron nag reply na i love you too , tas yung nag reply yung bf ko ,sabi ko tang ina ano yun tas ayon nag away kami sino yun gf mo? dba sabi ko sayo pag my gusto kana iba sabihin mo, kasi lalayo nman kami ng anak mo wag yung ganto pinag sasabay mo kami , ano to ako round 1 sya 2 tang.ina nman pag may sakit syan damay ako? meron pa nman tayong anak. pag gusto mo yan sabihin mo sakin , sabihin mo ng maayos na ayaw muna sakin , ang saklap ka katabing kwarto lng natin (nagugupahan lng kami ng apartment) sa sobrang galit ko kinatok ko yung pinto at sinabunotan ko pa labas pinahiya ko sya kapal ng mukha mo , alam mo may partner na yan may anak na , pumatol ka parin sa kanya , hinila ko ang buhok nya binohos ko lahat ng lakas ko sa pag sabonot sa kanya , (dami tao naka tingin wala akong pakialam )kong my sakit kang babae ka damay ako, may anak ako , sinabay sabay pa nman tayong dalawa, alam mong my jowa na pumatol kapa , . tangina mo babae ka , tas sabi ko sa kanilang dalawa buntis ako dko pa na sabi sa partner ko na buntis na nman ako ibang timing pa yung pag ka alam nya , natahimik sila at yun pumasok ako sa cr merong dumadaloy na dugo , na kunan na pala ako , dahil sa stress at panloloko na ginawa nila sakin , at yun na tulala ang lalaki at iyak ng iyak , at yun na gising na ako tang.ina salamat at panaginip lang. ano kaya ibig sabihin ng panaginip nato
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Beauty is so captivating, Charming can entice your senses, Caring can make you feel you've got it all, oh when he's famous you feel on top of the world, Wealthy then you feel you can bear any excesses moreover he gives you anything you want, he apologizes so you are mandated to forgive every single time. There are many things I've heard ladies say as an excuse to remain in an abusive relationship. They no longer value their self with same velocity as while they we been chased after, now they can take any degrading occurrence and blame it on love. Its crazy guys.
While you're still single you care for nothing more than you cared for yourself, looking beautiful, going to spa, getting your dream job, seeing out with friends all jesting and laughing, you had an undeniable glow, just when you thought someone has come around to add current to your glow, so you can shine brighter, it ends up becoming the opposite, unveiling his true nature, you have experienced anger, hate, deep jealously, which has now graduated to being dictated to, which has now grown to being slapped and abused. Now all your smiles are hidden far from sight, a young girl now appearing older from continuous frowns and anger. My dear, my question is what are you still enduring for?
Take this simple fact, you are yet living if your everyday life is now void of joy. Oh are you shocked, allow me explain to you that death isn't the greatest loss of life, when life dies inside of you while yet living is a great loss also. You should have heard that life is too short maybe yet you aren't aware of how true that statement is,sometimes not too far from memory you were way younger than your current, similar sometimes not going to be too far to remember you'll be aged, each passing day is too precious to waste dwelling in unhappiness. My ladies run, my men run away also from unhealthy relationship.
Men also experiences an abusive relationship, abusive doesn't only come via fist, it can very much be the frustrating attitude of your spouse, as much as possible we should love with our heart and simultaneously guard the love with the realities through our senses. Think with your head, see the signs, study the signals, if its not looking green please cut it off, before you get arrested without bail. You could have been lucky for a long time but how long would you keep depending on luck, why not just have rest of mind.
The married people are not exempted, they would likely say I'm enduring because of my kids, this is good no doubt but only on the case that because of that same kids the abuses doesn't continue. Believe me if the abuses continues between the couples you might end up staining the future of those kids rather than help build them well. A child constantly seeing his mother get beaten would either grow to hate the act or more probably grow to have little regard for the opposite sex, its as simple as that, every kid deserves to grow in love and care, even if its better given from just one parent rather than being together and the child perspective to how family should run is jeopardized.
Life doesn't go less by being single, there's no book that says single people are miserable, if the relationship so desired is turning out to be a doom, its best you find solace in yourself, moreover you were you before becoming we and you were doing just fine. You are more important to take any degrading stuff. Live life happily, love with your heart and think with your head. Just know that over 30,000 of the worlds death are caused by partners who kill their spouses. You can still make a decision now. Flee unhealthy relationship.
Normal” fears vs. phobias or “irrational” fears
Experiencing fear in risky circumstances is common and even beneficial. Fear serves a defensive function, triggering the "fight-or-flight" automatic response. We are able to respond rapidly and defend ourselves, with our bodies and minds alert and ready for action. But with phobias, the risk is either non-existent or strongly exaggerated. It's only normal to be afraid of a snarling Doberman, for instance, but being afraid of a friendly poodle on a leash is unreasonable, as you may be if you had a dog phobia.
The balance between mind and emotion is the basis of personality balance, maturity and moderation, the growth and distribution of these two aspects are different: in childhood, the greater control and control over a person’s personality are emotions, instincts and emotions, which makes the child quick to anger, for example, and quick to be satisfied, because he lacks balance due to the lack of complete mental capabilities that enable him From controlling his emotions and stopping them to an acceptable extent.
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It was just after dawn, and the sky was still mostly dark. The local coffee shop had already been open for over an hour, the soft yellow lights of the shop piercing through the remnants of the nighttime fog.
The shop was a tiny building, squeezed between the two larger office buildings on either side of it. But that only served to give a certain playfulness to the store front, as if it was sneaking about among the much more serious businesses.
This wasn’t just any coffee shop, the kind of place that served black swill to keep the factory workers awake during the long winter nights that lasted weeks at a time, made from beans grown under artificial heat and light in so-called “steam gardens”, no. This shop served coffee, to those with tastes sensitive enough to tell the difference. Rumor was that the inventor Aleksandr Gerardi was drinking coffee from this very shop on the day he invented the aether generator. There was no way to confirm if that story was true or not, but nonetheless, it was good marketing.
The office buildings wouldn’t be open for another hour. Nonetheless, there was already a line in front of the shop, of people bundled up in thick fur coats and fur hats, scarves wrapped around their necks and covering their faces so that only their eyes were visible. They rubbed their hands together and grumbled about the cold the way they always did, and a few of them huddled close to the warm steam vents spaced evenly along the sidewalk.
Near the front of the line was a most unusual customer: a sphinx. Her body and limbs were those of a lioness, with dark chestnut brown fur. Her head, chest and shoulders would not have looked out of place on any young human woman in her early twenties, though her proportions were much greater: standing on all fours, the top of her shoulders were almost as high as an average man’s chest. Her hair was the same shade of brown as her fur, dyed with stripes of blue, and had been tied into a loose ponytail. From her shoulders sprouted a pair of long, strong, black-feathered wings, which she kept pinned closely to her sides.
She was dressed appropriately for the weather. She wore a fur-lined blanket over her body to keep out the wind. She wore wool stockings on each of her legs, though her paws were uncovered. She kept one paw off the cold street to give it time to warm and get the feeling back, switching paws every ten seconds or so.
Normally, a sphinx wouldn’t be walking the streets unattended. Most monsters weren’t allowed such freedom. Samandra was one of the few exceptions, though her time was running out. She glanced down at her left paw, where a few of the hairs had begun to turn from brown to a stony grey. Samandra did some quick math in her head, and figured she still had enough time to make it back to the library, as long as she didn’t get too distracted.
The locals had gotten used to seeing Samandra wandering about the district from time to time. Samandra didn’t talk to them much. She had a tendency to prattle on about the last book she’d read, or some scientific or arcane fact she’d recently picked up. And she saw the way the humans looked nervous whenever she’d forget herself and open her big mouth too wide, flashing her fangs and putting a stop to most conversations.
So silence served her best. It was just as well; most humans, if you got them past the normal topics like the unpleasantness of the weather, or how Samandra was more articulate than they expected her to be, had nothing of importance to talk about. A few might mention their careers, and how much they hated them. That was something Samandra could never understand: if humans hated their jobs so much, why not find a new one. Sam had made peace with her own job—she didn’t have any choice in the matter—and she couldn’t imagine how humans, with all the freedoms they possessed, were so blind to the potential right there in front of them. Maybe they just liked to complain, and feared that if they found a job they enjoyed, they’d have nothing to complain about, and then who would they be?
Looking at her paw again, Samandra could tell the grey coloration had moved up farther than it was the last time she checked. And worse yet, the line wasn’t moving forward as fast as it was before. She leaned over to get a glimpse ahead. There was a man at the counter inside, going through his pockets, probably for change.
“Oh, come on!” Samandra muttered, though it came out almost like a growl, and the humans next to her shifted away slightly. “Oh no, I wasn’t angry,” she said to the woman behind her. Samandra smiled with her mouth closed tight to keep her fangs out of sight. “Okay, I’m kind of angry, but not like really angry, you know what I mean? Like, have you ever been just so frustrated that you want to scream but like if you scream for real everyone will freak out and call the city guard and you get arrested? It’s kind of like that.”
The explanation didn’t go over so well, so Samandra just smiled again and turned away from her. Smooth, she thought. She glanced at her paw. Even more grey. The line finally started moving again. Apparently the crisis up ahead had been resolved. She was going to make it in time. Barely. Probably.
One person after another bought their coffee and left, until at last it was Samandra’s turn.
The barista was a human who looked to be in her early twenties. Or maybe early thirties. Samandra was not very good at guessing human ages, especially without her glasses, which she’d forgotten back at the library. The barista was wearing a maroon apron, and a green cloth hat.
“So what’ll it be?” asked the barista casually. This wasn’t he first time she’d served Samandra, and had adapted quickly to what she’d sometimes referred to as her “alternately-bodied” customer.
Samandra started to answer, and then realized that she hadn’t made up her mind what she wanted. She’d passed the banner with the day’s specials while in line, and hadn’t looked at it once. Or maybe she had looked at it, and just forgotten what it had said, and then forgotten if she had looked at it or not. She needed to make up her mind fast. By now, she could see her foreleg had gone grey up to the elbow.
Fortune favors the quick and decisive. She’d read that in a book somewhere. She remembered the words, though not the author or book she’d read them in. A part of Samandra thought she should cut her losses now and head back to the library now, to make sure her time didn’t run out. Samandra decided to risk it instead, and gambled everything on fate.
“What the last import you received?”
“You mean from the islands?” said the barista.
“Doesn’t matter where it’s from. Whichever one is newest. Local stuff is flat. I need some flavor. Come on.”
The barista cocked her head. “Flavor, eh? I think I have just the thing.” She pointed to a steel pot with a label that said ‘Cytherean Violet’.
Samandra didn’t know what it was yet, but she liked the name. Her tail wagged with excitement (an undignified habit she had tried numerous times to break without success). “What is it?! I must know!” she said in a voice that sounded both like an excitable young woman and a lion’s roar.
“You know about Cytherea, right?” the barista asked.
“Puh-shaw!” said Samandra. “Who doesn’t?”
To be fair, most people on the continent had never heard of Cytherea. It was an island five days’ sail from the Empire’s western coast, past sharp reefs that had destroyed more sailing ships than all the naval battles in the empire’s history combined. The seas around the island were rarely still except for two months or so in the middle of the year, which is when most ships made their voyages to and from the island. Cytherea’s real claim to fame among both geologists and biologists, however, was that it was well known as the most poisonous place known to scholars. The volcanic activity of the island constantly spewed clouds of toxic gas that turned the ocean mists purple. There were insects on Cytherea that possessed venom so strong that it could kill an adult sphinx in less than half an hour after being stung. Green and purple snakes lived in the trees and fell down to bite anyone who happened to walk by. Most plants couldn’t be eaten without what was described in one textbook Samandra had read as “lethally violent intestinal dispersion”. Even the lean herd animals that lived on Cytherea’s few open fields secreted toxic oils onto their antlers, and mere contact with unprotected skin would cause grotesque disfigurement. Cytherea was often referred to as the “Toxic Island”. It was a place where the concept of venom had gone wild, and where every problem in natural selection had been solved with one loud, enthusiastic answer: more venom.
And the craziest part of all of it was that there are people who actually live on Cytherea. Everyone and everything on the island had developed at least a mild tolerance to the poisons secreted by every other thing. To the natives of Cytherea, the native fruits were “tangy”. To anyone not native to Cytherea, the native fruits were “tangy death”.
Okay, so maybe Samandra knew a bit more about Cytherea than the average citizen. It wasn’t like she had a good excuse not to. Her job left her plenty of time to read, and like any proper sphinx, she didn’t limit her education to only a handful of subjects. She was the guardian sphinx of the Fafenheir library, and it was her job not only to protect the priceless collection of literature under her charge, but also to direct guests accurately to whatever books or scrolls they required. And on Thursday nights, she hosted trivia.
“At last!” said the barista. “Someone who’s read a book or two. Okay, so you know how Cytherea has those purple sea breezes, right?”
“Right.”
“It’s from all the poison. Yeah, I know, right? Like, what else would it be from? Anyway, if you grown coffee beans on the island, and brew the beans, the coffee comes out purple too. But get this: it’s completely safe. It’s like something in the coffee bean filters out the bad stuff and leaves only the good. So you get to experience an authentic Cytherean flavor wthout dying!”
“Get. Out. Have you tried it yet?”
“Well…” the barista’s voice trailed off. “Not… yet… We just got it this morning, and I thought it might be a good idea to let a customer be the first one to try it.”
“In case it’s still poisonous?” Samandra said flatly.
“Yeah…” The barista leaned across the table to whisper. “Does that make me a bad person?”
“No. But it does make you a coward.”
“Yeah, I’ll accept that. So will you be the first to try it?”
Samandra was going to take a moment to consider it, but then she noticed something that made her heart skip a beat: the grey coloring had moved much farther than she had expected. It was above her elbows now, and almost to her shoulders.
Dammit. You idiot, running your stupid mouth again and running out of time.
“Yes I will take some!” she said in a sudden rush so that it all came out as one word. She began fumbling around in the purse she wore on her hip. Samandra liked the style of purse: black cloth with red trim around the edges, but the opening at the top was too small for her lion paws to fit in without a little squeezing. She felt around inside for the money, but now her paws were shaking from nerves. The faster she tried to go, the more she messed up, and the more time she cost herself. “Dammit. I can’t get it. Can you get it for me?”
“Sure.” The barista leaned over the counter and reached into Samandra’s purse for her. Samandra watched, envious as the human’s small hands and awesome opposable thumb easily retrieved the exact change for the coffee. “You look nervous all of a sudden. If you’re scared of the coffee, you don’t have to drink it or anything.”
“It’s not that,” said Samandra. “I’m running out of time. I have to get back to the library right now or I’m gonna get stoned.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“As in: I will turn to stone.”
“Oh, shit,” said the barista.
“Yes, shit,” Samandra confirmed. She gave the barista a metal thermos to fill. “So hurry up, please!”
“Okay, okay.”
The barista suddenly began moving at a much faster pace. She opened the tap on the steel pot as she grabbed the thermos, and met the liquid stream already in motion before it splashed on the counter. She set it in front of Samandra.
Samandra took the thermos and made sure it was sealed tight, and attached it to a slot on her belt. “Thank you so much. You should come see me at the library some time. Thursday is trivia.”
“I’ll have to do that,” the barista said, but the sphinx was already out of earshot before she finished speaking.
Samandra didn’t need to look to know how far along her transformation had come. She could feel the effect of the enchantment as it rose above her shoulders and spread into her torso. She felt her limbs becoming stiff and slow to respond. She had wasted entirely too much time. She ran as fast as she could. Luckily there wasn’t much foot traffic to get in her . A few taxis were starting to come out, being pulled by centaurs that didn’t pay Samandra any attention. Samandra didn’t give them any attention either, dashing around their taxi carts. And then a thought came to her: flying? Of course, why hadn’t she thought of it? Samandra often forgot that she could fly at all. She spent most of her time indoors, and walking was easier most of the time anyway.
Samandra unfurled her wings and gave a few practice beats. Her paws began to lift off from the ground, when a sudden pain in her left shoulder blade, where the wing connected to her back, forced her to stop.
A cramp? Really? I guess that’s what I get for not stretching enough.
She came to an intersection at full running speed, skidding to a stop just in time to keep from running face-first into a carriage that seemed to appear from nowhere, being pulled by one of the largest centaurs Samandra had ever seen.His lower half was that of a horse, with a thick brown pelt that faded to long white fur near the hooves. From where a horse’s neck would be was the upper body of a human man, connected by thick abdominal muscle. His hair and beard were cut short. He was wearing only a simple grey and yellow shirt on his human torso, which seemed insane to Samandra given the cold. But centaurs were well known for their tolerance for cold, so perhaps he didn’t even mind. On the side door of the taxi cart was printed ‘Niklaus Taxi Service’ in fading letters.
And like all centaurs in this city, both of his arms were missing, removed completely leaving nothing behind but a bulb of muscle at the shoulder and a faint trace of a scar from the alchemical healing process.
Centaurs were one of the lower castes of monsters. Unlike the sphinxes, their place involved basic labor. Centaurs were stronger than horses, and hardier as well. And they were clever enough to follow instructions on their own without being constantly supervised like a dumb animal. The removal of their arms prevented independence and any possibility of an uprising. Samandra sometimes wondered how that was done. She’d not found any description of the process in any of the library’s books, and she’d never dared to ask any centaur about it. Samandra was inquisitive, but she knew better than to ask a question that had a good chance of being answered with a swift stomping.
The centaur stopped at the crossroad, blocking Samandra from crossing the street. He looked down on her with a dismissive glance before looking ahead to check for oncoming traffic in the fog.
Something about the way he looked at Samandra really pissed her off. Who is he to be so haughty? Can’t even wipe his own nose. Probably can’t even read, either. Actually, no. He has to read. Otherwise how could he read street signs to know where to go? Ugh! I’m ranting in my head again.
Samandra huffed and began to go around by walking behind the centaur’s taxi cart. Suddenly for seemingly no reason at all, the centaur backed up to block Samandra’s path, almost running over her toes before she staggered back.
The centaur cocked his head and smirked, and that was the thing that did it. Samandra was going to let it slide, but something about that look really set her off and made her blood simmer. Who did this guy think he was? Nobody, that’s who. Just low-caste trash carting humans around for some master; he was property, just like she was.
Samandra opened her mouth with the intention of giving him a piece of her mind. Besides, the centaur was attached to that cart, and had no remove of detaching himself from it. Samandra could probably run away from him afterward, if it really came to that.
But when Samandra opened her mouth, she heard no words coming out. Her throat felt stuck, and dry. And she became aware of a familiar, horrible sensation creeping up her shoulders and into her spine. She looked down to see what she already knew she would, the grey coloration had gone entirely up to her torso. She’d run out of time.
She considered where she had gone wrong. Maybe she waited too long in line. Maybe she took too long to order. Maybe if she hadn’t run her stupid mouth at the counter with the barista, a human who probably didn’t really want to talk to Samandra anyway.
No, it was too late to change anything now. The process had begun. Samandra felt the always uncomfortable sensation of her body moving without her consent. That was the worst part, and fighting it would only cause pain. The spell forced Samandra to take a specific pose, lying down on her belly, her front paws crossed on the ground in front of her.
Lying down on the cold ground should have made her shiver, but Samandra wasn’t capable of even that small movement anymore. Her entire body felt like a dead limb just after waking up to find you’d slept on it. A sensation of numbness and weight.
The only thing Samandra could still move was her eyes. As she felt her body harden, Samandra looked up at the centaur. His expression started at surprise, then to confusion, and then to amusement as it dawned on him what was happening.
“Stayed out past your curfew, did you?” he said. He pawed at the ground with a hoof. The smirk on his face told Samandra that he was clearly enjoying this, and she hated him so much for that. At that moment she would have given anything to be able to jump up and slap that arrogant look right off his face and replace it with a fresh set of claw marks.
Samandra felt her body fully harden, then she saw a flash of light, and darkness after that.
Many of us share with our animal friends an intense affection and connection. A pet is not, for us, "just a dog" or "just a cat," but rather a cherished member of our family, adding to our lives companionship, fun, and joy. A pet will bring structure to your day, keep you busy and social, help you resolve life's setbacks and difficulties, and even provide a sense of intent or significance. So, it's natural to feel racked with sorrow and loss when a loved pet dies.
The discomfort of loss may also feel unbearable and trigger all kinds of unpleasant and challenging feelings. While certain individuals do not understand the extent of feeling you have for your pet, you should never feel guilty or ashamed of an animal friend's grief.
Although we all react to loss differently, variables such as your age and personality, the age of your pet, and the circumstances of their death will also depend on the level of grief you feel. Generally speaking, the more important your dog was to you, the more intense you would feel the emotional pain.
It may also have an effect on the role that animals play in your life. If your pet was a working dog, service animal, or therapy animal, for example, you would not only grieve the loss of a friend, but also the loss of a coworker, the loss of your freedom, or the loss of emotional support. If you were living alone and the pet was your only friend, it would be much harder to come to terms with their absence. And if you were unable to afford costly medical care to extend your pet's life, you could also feel a deep sense of remorse.
While death is an inevitable part of owning a pet, there are healthy ways to deal with the pain, come to terms with your grief, and maybe even open your heart to another animal companion when the time is right.
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cryptocurrency that I did not know, bitcoin cash.
Bitcoin Cash (BCH)
Not that I was or am a great connoisseur of the crypto-universe, but I had not heard of BCH. Or maybe I had seen it on a crypto lists or heard it mentioned, but since there are so many cryptocurrencies, the truth is that I had not paid attention to it. Even already earning a few cents on Read.Cash, I didn't pay much attention to it.
My attention was completely focused on Bitcoin (BTC), it is the most valuable cryptocurrency, the first and most famous and the one used in the Trust Investing investment system, by which my entire adventure in this world began.
However, as time passes and I begin to read a little more about BCH and gain more of it here, I am realizing that I really like it a lot. I am not a great connoisseur on the subject, so I am not going to re-expose all the advantages that we all know it has and which are talked about in so many articles.
I'll just say that my opinion right now is that I really like it. All the BCH that I have I have earned in Read.Cash and recently Noise.Cash (by the way, great, hopefully it grows in functionalities) and also it is not enough to store it, however, I love to use it as what it is in my opinion, a coin. It has a considerable value and it is improving and, in addition, its transfers are very fast and very cheap.
Bitcoin (BTC)
I'm not going to deny that I would like to have some Bitcoin (BTC) parked somewhere of course, but something that always bothers me about Bitcoin is when it comes to moving it from one place to another. The fees are very high at times and transfers take time. When I do business, I like to do it head-on and quickly. When it comes to money, no one has to trust anyone, which is why the dynamics of transfers are important. I cannot buy a product or service from you and pay you with a transfer that will arrive at some unknown moment in the next few days. That is not how things are done. And to top it all I have to pay 5 or 10% in fees, which is not feasible for many things
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Earlier this day I was left alone in the house. My father’s at work, my brother went out for a while, and my mother went to the groceries. So being left in the house I was told to do the chores. Cleaning, washing the dishes, watering the plant, everything.
For some reason, I liked it the most when I was left in the house. I don’t really mind doing all of the household chores as long as I am alone. And whenever that happens I would connect my phone to the speaker and turn the volumes up. Being at home alone and with a loud of music is a kind of relaxation to me. It’s like my happiness is at peak level and no one can really ruin my mood for the whole day. I think most teenagers can relate to this. The feeling was just really something.
I don’t know but I feel more comfortable being alone at home with loud music and I can do the chores properly too. So I let my playlist decide whatever it wanted to play until it plays a song that I’m not familiar with. I was already in the front yard that time while watering the plants since I’m done with my indoors chores. I’m not familiar with the music but I did really enjoy it and I love its lyrics.
In a crowded city, where the number of vehicles is greater than the number of people, there lived a lone man who was busy cleaning his guitar. The guitar is a silent witness to his life, his very valuable treasure, which he loves more than anything in this cruel world. He continued to rub the guitar where he had rubbed so many times. As if the guitar will issue a genie who will grant all his wishes.
Here are a few quick ideas that might get real tips on read.cash (which are quite similar to what you did, actually) for your friends and people you tell about read.cash:
Go to a local store, tell them about Bitcoin Cash, show them how to use it, write a story about how it went (even if it wasn't really successful), attach photos, submit your read.cash affiliate link to reddit.com/r/btc.
People of r/btc (including us) love it when people spread the word about Bitcoin Cash, so this might get some nice tips.
Look for big online shops/providers/services that don't yet accept Bitcoin Cash, ask them to accept it, provide proof of you asking and their reply, submit your read.cash affiliate link to reddit.com/r/btc
Try to use Bitcoin Cash yourself - go to a store accepting Bitcoin Cash or install Bitcoin Cash wallet on your friend's phone and record a video of their reaction when you send them some amount of Bitcoin Cash. Again, a submission to r/btc would help.
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None of these is a guaranteed way to get paid by Bitcoin Cash community, but it surely has a good chance.
Motivation is the process that initiates, guides, and maintains goal-oriented behaviors. It is what causes you to act, whether it is getting a glass of water to reduce thirst or reading a book to gain knowledge. Motivation involves the biological, emotional, social, and cognitive forces that activate behavior.
I am poor and I am not sorry for that. I was glad that I was born poor for I have learned how to value even the smallest things. Here in the Philippines, poverty is one of the most biggest problem that our government is facing.
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The Social Science Research Network (SSRN) is a collection of papers from the social sciences community. The site offers more than 700,000 abstracts and more than 600,000 full-text papers.
There is not yet a specific option to search for only full-text articles, but because most of the papers on the site are free access, it is not often that you encounter a paywall. You must become a member to use the services, but registration is free and enables you to interact with other scholars around the world.
Directory of Open Access Journals
A multidisciplinary, community-curated directory, the Directory of Open Access Journals (DOAJ) gives researchers access to high-quality, peer-reviewed journals. It has archived more than two million articles from 9,519 journals, allowing you to either browse by subject or search by keyword. https://doaj.org/
The site was launched in 2003 with the aim of increasing the visibility of open access scholarly journals. Content on the site covers subjects from science to law to fine arts and everything in between.
CORE
CORE is a multidisciplinary aggregator of open access research. It allows users to search more than 66 million open access articles. While most of these link to the full-text article on the original publisher's site, five million records are hosted directly on CORE. https://core.ac.uk/
In addition to a straightforward keyword search, CORE offers advanced search options to filter results by publication type, year, language, journal, repository, and author.
ChainLink is a decentralized Oracle network that delivers real-world data to smart contracts on blockchain. Smart contracts are the specified accordance on the blockchain that evaluate information and are automatically executed when certain conditions are met.
Chainlink (LINK) = $ 11.47 US dollars
Chainlink is the 5th highest market capitalization in the cryptocurrency market. The entire crypto community agrees that this is a deserved place and chainLink is a legitimate project with a strong and dedicated community. So, chainling can be a great long term investment.
According to forecasts, the price of LINK will continue to rise in the upcoming years, reach $ 40 by 2023. If LINK can maintain its relevance in the industry and advance beyond their competition, it will be worth 10-100x more than all time hikes.
What is chainlink?
walked into the bar to find her sitting
The seat beside her was totally empty
Surprisingly, there were many guys in the bar
They dare not move close so as not to start a war?
How could a lady so gorgeous sit by herself?
With a glass of vodka sitting pretty in front of her
My mind told me to go and say hello
But I didn't know the misfortune that befell other guys
We only live once, I said, I dare to give my try
As I walked closer, I bet I heard her silent cry
Broken, hurt, alone and distant she must feel
How could I make her smile, I thought to myself
I didn't want to walk off with my tail in between my legs
"I bet you have shown other guys hell tonight
Which explains why the seat beside you is empty
Before you chase me away, let me sit and hear your silence" I said
She smiled and the heaviness of my heart melted
She needed that smile
Not some cocky guys walking up to her
Offering to buy her drink to impress her, she said
We spoke and she opened up about her hurt
She felt a burden off her chest as she recants
I listened in silence and nodded in sympathy
I acted the role of a therapist on the night
While walking her to the car with a hug as a goodbye
No name, no number exchanged and that was the deal
Told her I wouldn't ask so she can bare it all
It's easier to talk knowing it's to a stranger you might never see again
Some people don't need money at all
They just need a shoulder to cry on
A listening ear to listen to the sensible and insensible
That was what I did and she remains my mystery girl
thank you for this opportunity
i can start writing my ideas
to enhance my writing ability ❤️
Revelation 21:4
“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
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