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Grabeeeee. Not sure kung saan ko pede i share pero i was so horrified, disgusted and frightened after I watch this Documentary. Tbh i am not a K pop fan so hindi ko kilala actually ung mga suspects pero grabe talaga ung Group Chat nila sa Kakao Talk. They film girls and Drug r*pe them 🥺 i feel so sad sa mga victims lalo na ung reporter who had 2 miscarriages cause the Kpop fans keep on harrasing her when she exposed the secret. And Apparently pla in South Korea ganyan lahat ng clubs and no woman is safe there, tapos ung mga suspects who are Kpop Idols got minimum sentences all of them are out in jail tapos they wanted to start a singing career ulit. Grabeeee. The documentary talaga is an eye opener of our idols, they pose something they are not pag kaharap ang fans at iba din sila pag hindi kaharap ang fans. I hope fans will not forget what happened at hindi na nila bigyan ng chance sila mag penetrate sa music industry ulit.

Pansin ko lang dito sa Pinas, NAPAKA HIRAP NG TINGIN NATIN SA MAGSASAKA!
Oi Mayor FARMER KA LANG! NAG-AALAGA KA LANG NG BABOY! BAKIT MAYAMAN KA!?
sa ibang bansa, Santo ang tingin nila sa mga magsasaka kasi sila ang nagpapakain sa tao. Dito sa Pinas tangina yung magsasaka linalapastangan!
Tapos mag rereklamo ang mga hayop na Pinoy kung bakit mababa ang ekonomiya!
Ang mga hugis-putragis na mga magulang ang sabi ba naman sa mga anak "anak mag-aral ka, para pag laki mo makapag trabaho ka sa isang kumpanya, yung maayos na trabaho".
Hindi ba maayos na trabaho yung pagsasaka?
Tsk! Kahit si Noah hindi kayang sagipin ang mga hayop na to!
P.S. at first and until now ayuko sa mga Chinese spy. Pero napapaisip ako minsan, parang kailangan na nga ng Pinas ng total reset!

Help me decide-City or Province life
Hi everyone! I am having this dilemma on where we should stay.
Currently living sa province ni hubby (12 years na rin ako dito tumira) since dito rin siya nagwowork and dito nag-aaral anak namin. Our daughter is turning highschool this coming school year and she expressed that she wants to transfer sa city. May HS rin naman dito pero ayaw ng anak ko.
On the other hand, I am getting stressed dito sa province since may BIL and yung wife niya eh laging may sinasabi, laging may pinapansin and kung anu ano nakikita nila pinapansin nila. They have been like this ever since I came to live here. Hindi ko pinapansin nung una pero nung may narinig akong chismis about me dun na talaga ako sobrang nainis sa kanilang mag asawa kaya they irritate me now.
I had voiced this out to my husband and he told me na hayaan ko na lng daw kasi ganun talaga ugali nilang mag-asawa. He also said na gusto niya na dito kami sa province para daw magkakasama kami.
Now, if ever sa city naman kami titira ng anak ko I have to look for a place for us to live (I WFH so no problem kung saan ako magstay for work). The cost of living sa city is quite high and madalas ang pag gastos. Gusto ko sana sa place ng parents ko kaso nakakastress din kasi makitira sa kanila na. Pag andun ako siguradong ako lahat gagastos for food and bills nila plus may kapatid ako na 31 years old na na hindi alam kung anong plano sa buhay! Hindi marunong mag share sa gastusin.
I think the best way is for me to look for a place kaso magastos talaga sa city and my budget won't sustain us if ever.
So better po ba na sa province na lang kami at least magkakasama kami na pamilya and hayaan ko na lang ang BIL namin na stressor or maghanap ako sa city ng malilipatan kahit na alam kung mapapagastos ako. I have been weighing the pros and cons on both sides pero ang hirap mag decide🥹
Thank you po sa makakapagshare ng advice.

Currently on a Rakk Pluma na 1.5 years old na. Ok naman sya, wanna go for keyboard na medyo lighter typing. Don't have a specific preference sa layout/size, paiba iba depende sa nakikita ko lol, but I lean towards hindi sobrang compressed spacing ng keys.
BF is looking to get an Anne Pro 2, considering that for myself too but wanna check out others. Not entirely knowledgeable yet sa color switches, will do my due research pag medyo mas free. I only really know about blue from use and brown gateron from minimal research on Anne Pro 2 (do all of the units come with brown keys? I was told so pero parang may nakita ako na red).
I've already looked up recs, but wanted to ask for other people's thoughts and experiences.
Medyo nag aalangan ako sa newer Rakk models and Royal Kludge cause I've seen some bad reviews after less than a year of use, and like i mentioned for my Rakk Pluma medyo tiring na magtype sa kanya pag working or playing Tekken.
LED doesnt matter too much to me, I would be happy with the option of changing it around but wouldn't mind white only for a good deal keyboard.
Also very basic side question pero does it matter where I buy keycaps from?

Hi, me (19F) and my boyfriend (20M) are been together for a year na, hindi kami ldr, and legal kami both sides. Nakapag overnight naman bf ko sa bahay namin ng 2 times na but that was Christmas and New Year. He stayed overnight kasi wala nang masasakyan pauwi. So my parents let him sa bahay muna sya matulog but hindi hindi magkatabi pero gusto namin magtabi nung mga time na yan pero umayaw ako kasi baka kung ano isipin ng parents ko, kaya sa sala siya natulog and ako sa kwarto. And then, one night nasa bahay ako ng bf ko dahil ininvite ako for their family dinner at mukhang gagabihin ako that time kasi mga maghahating gabi na, so tried na magpaalam sa mom ko if pwede doon muna ako matulog sa kanila kasi sabi rin ng mga ate niya na kung pwede don muna ako mag stay sa kanila but my mom didn't allow me, kaya nag book nalang ako ng angkas pauwi. Tapos, one time rin nag try akong mag paalam sa parents ko kung pwedeng mag bakasyon sa province ng bf ko kasi fiesta sakanila that time at parents niya nag invite sakin don so malayo kaya hindi ako pinayagan, saka kaya rin di ako pinayagan kasi sabi ng mom ko baka kung anong mangyari samin like mag sex ganon.
Disclaimer: wala parents niya here sa metro manila sa province sila nakatira, mga ate niya lang kasama nya sa bahay nila, and alam ng parents ko yon kasi kinwento ko.
Bago ko kasi maging bf yung jowa ko now (first bf ko siya), dati naman pinapayagan naman ako ng mga parents ko mag overnight with my friends sa mga bahay nila but one time kasi may ginawa akong makakasira ng trust nila. I think 16 years old ata ako that time, yung ka m.u ko kasi noon may convo kami about sexual fantasies and nabasa ng parents ko yung convo namin kasi inopen nila facebook account ko. Pinagalitan ako and parang mas medyo naging strict na sila mula non. Kaya ngayon hanggang sa mag adult na ako parang nahihirapan na rin ako mag paalam sa parents ko kasi iniisip ko na agad na hindi nila ako papayagan.
Now, gusto kong mag overnight sa bf ko since bakasyon naman na at wala na akong pasok kasi we've been busy sa studies namin, like I just want to spend time with him nang matagal kasi laging tulog bf ko sa hapon pero I have this feeling na hindi pa rin talaga ako papayagan ng magulang ko. Like how can I convince my parents? How do I talk to them about this situation? Wala na siguro silang tiwala sakin?
I would love to hear your opinion :))

For context, I opened up to the guy I'm dating about my past (I was groomed at 17 and the guy was 25. 7-8 years na rin since it happened). I'm very honest when it comes to dating especially if serious sa taong dini-date ko. It's not the first time din na i-kwento ko to. For me kasi, mas mabuti nang masabi na hangga't maaga pa kaysa sa kung kailan fully committed na, doon palang malalaman. After ko i-kwento, he was disappointed. It's not the first time I received that kind of reaction, so I was okay at first. But medyo nasaktan ako when he started saying na na-disappoint siya sa akin because I should've known better and that I am not girlfriend-material according to his standards. He is not a perfect guy din, mabisyo, mahilig mag bar and may history of cheating din. As someone who was cheated on before sa past relationship ko, it was hard for me rin to accept his past. So I told him na I understand and lahat naman tayo may sari-sariling standard. Gets ko rin if he'a disappointed kasi kahit ako rin at some point, I blamed myself for what happened to me before. It took me YEARS before ko mapatawad sarili ko. He told me na he needs some time to think if kaya niyang tanggapin yung past ko na yun. So I did. I didn't ask him kung okay na or what. Hinayaan ko lang siya. Hindi ko na rin muna siya sinagot but I was already planning to.
Fast forward, I noticed na he started being distant na. Nag-iba rin ang treatment sa akin. Nagiging cold siya minsan sa chat. These led me to be insecure na tipong maliliit na bagay kinakatampo or pinagseselosan ko. Madalas din ako mag overthink. I feel disappointed sa sarili ko kasi feel ko nag back to square one ako. Since nag-iba nga treatment niya, minsan nagiging insensitive na siya kapag inaatake ako ng anxiety ko. One argument led to another. Hanggang sa dumating kami sa point na he asked for some space. He apologized for the way he treated me and sa cold chats then he confessed na nawawalan na raw siya ng gana. I gave what he wanted naman because I am struggling na rin kasi like wala akong peace of mind. I told him it's for the better and habang mas maaga pa kaysa sa hintayin na lumala pa.
This is my first time experiencing this so I don't know how to handle this kind of situation.

Sinu gumagamit ng gcash for CC Payment? Sabi po sa Gcash App may 3 days posting pag nagbayad sa Credit card using Gcash, magtatanung po sana ako kung halimbawa Due date ng CC is May 9 taz nagbayad po ako on May 9 din hindi po ba malalate ung payment ko dahil sa 3 days posting?

So out of boredom and curiosity, out of pagtatampo rin, I had to be a detective lol. I have someone na nakakausap ko pero bago pa lang, nagkakamabutihan kami and so on. Pero I have no plans pa naman or something because he is faraway from me. He messaged me here in Reddit. But we are talking on instagram using our dummy accounts. I don’t even know his name but whatever. He’s good and a little better sa mga nakakausap ko, tho I don’t trust him that much and I don’t fall for his words. I know what to do naman so I’m just being myself nalang and be wholesome. Because we’re wholesome naman sa pinag uusapan, even talked about our lives, family, school, exes, etc. So ayun, nagka-misunderstood kami yesterday and I don’t want to tell it here. So ang dami niyang messages before he went offline, hindi ko sineen kase nagtatampo ako. Kakain lang daw siya pero until late night wala pa ring update, until now actually. So I wanna search him on the internet without even knowing his name, where he studies, and etc. All I know is where he lives right now and some pics of him. Me being a detective, I found his name on the internet. Looked for it on facebook, and guess what? He’s in relationship with someone! Again, HE’S IN RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE!!! naka-lock pa profile niya pero it shows kung sino karelasyon niya, so I looked for that person and guess what again, a person like me, a trans too. I stalked her facebook, instagram, and twitter I saw her tweets, looks like they’re not okay? Or I’m not sure pero puro sad girl tweets kase. And it looks like that HE’S cheating on HER. Ay tama ba grammar? HAHAHAHA Basta ganun. But I don’t care kung ano man meron sakanila ngayon. I looked to her media on twitter, and it looks like sobrang tagal na nila like 2 years? I don’t know, kase all I know is may 1 year daw siyang ex na trans, he told me. So ano tong nakita ko? Parang hindi lang 1 year, atsaka IN RELATIONSHIP pa!!! I also found his instagram as well. Grabe! I hate it when someone’s lying. I already told him na ayokong nagsisinungaling kahit ano pa yan, just be honest. Wala lang naman sakin pero I hate liars talaga. Ang masakit lang dito is in relationship siya pero the way he flirts at me, palong palo! Pero not always coz he’s gentlemen (parang) the way he types lol. Sakit talaga kapag nagsisinungaling sayo yung tao, tapos ikaw pa makakaalam?! Fuck!!!

First time ko magka-direct client. 5 hours per week lang sya. I have already passed her paid trial task, hired me and will start next week (flexi time). Tasks are various but more on SMM, EA and email marketing. And I am about to send an email replying from her's saying that I passed. Nagcheck ako YT at threads dito but seems nothing answers my concerns directly.
Questions:

1. Is it recommended that I ask 100% upfront payment + payment on the paid trial first before starting next week?
2. Wise pa din ba ang wiser gamitin as a payment method nowadays?
3. She said to ensure tracking of my worked hours, I can send screenshots of my start time/out. On this, to be honest, newbie palang ako sa tasks so nangangapa pa (aware naman sya na basic lang alam ko). Tapos yung paid trial inabot ako almost 8 hours yata. Eh based sa napagkasunduan namin 5 hours lang per week ang work ko. Paano ko kaya sya sisingilin dun, invoice ko nalang din ba ng 5 hours?
4. Paano kapag actual tasks na tapos hindi talaga kaya matapos agad at lumagpas ako sa 5 hours, do you think maging honest nalang ako and ask na pwede ba namin mastretch yung time as needed? or dapat ako mag adjust at maging strict sa 5 hours lang?
5. How to be successful on this? i-allot ko ba yung "5 hours" once a week, isang bagsakan?

Can’t help but to share this, please help me!!! Halos buong pamilya ko na-iiscam ng hindi nila alam, or baka half of their minds alam nila at ayaw lang nilang gumising sa katotohanan. We are not talking about small amout of money but MILLIONS!! At napaniwala nila buong church including half of my family, mom,titas,cousins tito na may ganong bagay. They need to provide money every end of the month for the monthly expenses of the people behind it. Napaka daming sinasabe sa kanilang proseso kesyo nasa America,Japan,funds ng ganito, funds na galing america ang pera na ipapamahagi, last time sabi nandito na daw sa pinas ang pera.. tagal na nilang nag hihintay at nag poprovide. Mind you guys these people don’t have anything.. barely making money including my fam, halos ipangutang na nila makapag bigay lang. Meron ding nag sasabi sa kanila na wag ng mag hanap buhay, o trabaho kase dadating na daw yung pera. To the point na iniisip nadin nila mga sasakyan at properties na bibilhin nila, mga ipapagawang bahay at itatayong negosyo. Paano sila magigising? At pag hindi ka naniniwala sa perang yon, kulang daw ang paniniwala mo sa Panginoon, nagagalit sila sakin dahil pinapamuka ko sa kanila na walang ganong bagay at ilusyon lang ang lahat in short scam ayoko i feed ang fantasy na meron sila. Sinong may same case.

Tapos na yung school year 23-24 and napaisip ako na pano kung na trauma yung anak ko because of his teacher? For context grade 1 pa lang yung anak ko and this year pa full face to face class na sila. Also different school din sya from pre-school nya. I know na tahimik lang sya sa school and don't want to mingle so much. I know din na matagal ang adjustment period nya sa mga bagay bagay so when the school started last Aug sinabihan ko na yung teacher nya na ganun ang ugali ng anak ko (she told me kasi yung mga observations nya). Nung nag 2nd and 3rd grading period I heard less na sa mga complaints ni teacher about my kid and she said na lazy lang sa writing but he participates naman daw sa discussion. Pero nitong nag 4th grading period na, almost everyday na may chat si teacher na kesyo di daw gumagawa ng seatwork yung anak ko and nagtutulog na sa klase madalas which is di naman nya ginagawa before. This week final exam na nila. I decided na mag stay sa school para in case bigla na naman ayaw sumagot ng anak ko I can talk to him to cheer him up (teacher allows it naman). So since nasa school ako, I met some parents ng classmate ng anak ko, and to my surprise they yung anak din pala nila may issue with the teacher. Si student 1 ayaw pumasok kasi pinapahiya daw ng teacher na kesyo late na naman daw sa class etc. so yung bata ayaw pumasok unless magstay yung parent nya sa school. True enough panay labas nung bata sa room to check on her mom. Tapos si student 2 same din, natatakot daw kay teacher kasi lagi naka sigaw daw and pinapahiya. Sabi ko sa kanila, akala ko anak ko lang yung may issue na ganun. Well, yung anak ko naman kasi doesn't talk about it. Pag tinatanong ko sya he really doesn't want to share, kahit na i assure ko sya na I won't be mad ayaw nya talaga mag kwento pero may mga times na nasasabi nya na teacher is always mad daw, teacher is loud daw. So syempre di naman para sugurin ko si teacher or kwestyunin ko. I explained lang sa anak ko na malakas lang boses ni teacher para marinig sya ng lahat pero she is not mad. It saddens me lang nung narealize ko na baka natrauma nga yung anak ko sa teacher nya kasi sabi nya sakin he just wants to study at home (I am thinking tuloy na i home school na lang sya next SY). Sabi pa nya kahapon, I'm glad school is over coz I don't want to see the ugly teacher. Lol. Natawa na lang ako pero hindi nya personality yung mag sabi ng ugly, now ko lang narinig sa knya yun. Private school nga pala sya.

Naiiyak ako. Dinatnan ako ng regla this week, heavy flow pa nga. Third day ko na ngayon tas ang sakit ng katawan ko pati heart ko parang nagpapalpitate. May striktong bilin sina mama saamin, umalis sya mga five days ago tas ang sabi samin nina papa at kuya na maglinis kami ng bahay kasi uuwi si mama kasama na sila auntie na clean freak talaga.
Pero deputa yan, kanina ako na naglinis ng kwarto mag-isa, nagligpit ng mga gamit, nagkuskos ng sahig. Si kuya may review daw pero ngayon lang natapat coincidentally 🙂
Bilin sakin ni mama linisan yung ref, Yung kwarto tapos magpalit ng kurtina pakatapos plantsahin. Natapos ko na chores ko kanina pang 5PM tas di na ako nakakatulog kasi sa sakit ng puson ko.
Tapos pakalabas ko ng kwarto, tiningnan ko kwarto ng Lola(deceased) ko na kung saan tutuloy sina auntie, di pa pala nila nalilinisan? Tangina, ang daming alikabok sa baba ng kama, pinatong patong lang naman nila yung unan tas "okay na👍" hayop yan
Andito tuloy ako ngayon, naglilinis ng kwarto mag-isa, nilinisan ko na rin yung banyo tapos tinapon ko na yung mga nakakalat basura sa kusina
Hayop to, naiiyak na ako, ang laki laki ng kwarto tas naglilinis ako ng mag-isa ng walang tulog kasi darating na sila auntie maya maya
Sila kuya tas papa, ayun, nakakaputangina, sarap ng tulog. Si mama lang naman mahihirapan at mapapagalitan pag dumating ng wala sa ayos dito sa bahay
ang daming basura, daming nakakalat, ayoko na po, feel ko cocollapse na ako mayamaya kung hindi lang ako naupo ngayon
Tangina, ang hirap naman mabuhay kasama ang dalawang to sa bahay. Ako yung bunso tas ako nahihirapan.

My husband and I we're going like 3 years and more. The slight problem is that may mga pictures pa siya ng mga ka talking stage/exes nya sa phone. He be like "hindi ko na kasi nililinisan yung gallery ko lagi" and he did mentioned na nagdelete na sya before. pero when I checked, meron pa.... Although no chats or connections na sya sa kanila (as I know lang ah).. nag ooverthink ako minsan. I risked a lot for this relationship. HELP i need insights. Ayaw ko din po mag decide ng biglaan. Is it considered microcheating pa rin ba?

Anyone na may ideas kung ano need kong legal documents or iprepare dahil ivovoluntary surrender ko na ang car ko? Tama ba na isusurrender ko sya sa collecting agency at hindi sa mismong financing company? Andami kasi nilang natawag naloka na ko kahit sa work stress na ko.
Just in case may babayaran pa ba ako or what? Wala namang damage ang car. Please give me your experience naman para ready ako.
I just really need peace of mind and move on sa life. Tuloy lang talaga ang buhay.

Hello po, I’m an incoming college student and I’m currently torn between Bulacan State University and NU Baliwag. Hindi ko alam kung saan ako mag-aaral. Sa Bulsu po kasi is nakapasa ako sa course na BSA, iniisip ko na sayang naman yung opportunity kung hindi ko iga grab kasi ang dami kong kakilala na nag-apply sa same course pero di pinalad and also, mababawasan ng kahit konti yung expenses ng nagpapaaral sakin, ang kaso e ang layo ng bulsu mula sa amin. Kung sa NUB naman, di hamak na mas malapit sya sa amin and nandoon yung mga cousins ko and malaki din chance na doon mag-aral yung friends ko. May nakapagsabi rin naman sakin na maganda din naman turo sa NUB. Gusto ko lang pong nalaman yung opinion ng ibang tao kung anong school ang mas ok sa kukunin kong course (BSA).

Just saying… dami ako friends, pero unti-unti nawawala sila. Magugulat na lang ako sila-sila nagkwe-kwentuhan sa chat. Nagbabalitaan sa buhay nla pero ako hnd maka-musta? Yung mga nagta-tag pa sila sa FB. Feeling ko tuloy second option lang ako. Pero ngayon na-realize ko mas okay na pala yung ganun. Kung hnd cla mgchat hnd ko nadin china-chat.

I remember nung bata pa ako, may time na nakitira temporarily sa bahay namin ang pamilya ng auntie ko (kapatid ng papa ko). Nakatira sila sa malaking kwarto (studio type) sa labas ng kusina namin.
Pinapagalitan ako ng mama sa tuwing binibigyan ko sila ng tirang ulam or kanin. May mga oras kasi na tinatanong ako ni auntie kung may tirang ulam/kanin pa ba. Naalala ko pa nga nung nagluto ako ng hotdog tapos tinanong ako ng auntie ko kung ano yung niluluto ko. Nag request siya kung pwede rin ba daw siyang humingi para sa apo niya at babayaran niya nalang daw. Pumayag naman ako pero nung pagkatapos ko na magluto at pumasok ako sa kusina pinagalitan ako ng mama ko.
Pinagbabawalan rin ako ng mama ko kumain ng binibigay nilang ulam dahil according sa kanya hindi nalilinisan ng maayos. Naalala ko pa shrimp yun eh.
Naalala ko rin na pinagalitan rin ako dahil pinahiram ko ang remote ng tv sa pamangkin ko.
Suplada pa makipag usap yung mama ko sa auntie ko.
Naiinis at nagtataka ako noon bakit ganun ang mama ko at naaawa ako dahil ganun ang trato ng mama ko sa kanila.
Ngayong nasa college na ako, naiintindihan ko ang mama.
Habang nag didinner kasi kami ng mga kapatid ko, napakwento ang ate ko. According sa kanya is nag share daw si mama sa kanya. Nung mga araw kasi na dalawang ate ko pa ang anak ng parents ko ay nagsusustento parin ang papa sa mga kapatid niya kahit may sarisarili na silang pamilya. Nagalit ang mama kasi dapat huminto na sa pag susustento si papa dahil may asawa at anak na siya. Lumayas ang mama ko dala ang mga ate ko dahil hindi siya pinapakinggan ng papa. Sinundo ni papa sina mama at mga ate at simula nun huminto na sa pag susustento ang papa ko sa side niya at nag focus na sa pamilya namin.
Nagalit ang side ni papa at inaway nila ang mama ko. Pinagsalitaan nila ng masasama at tuwing bumibisita ang mama ko noon sa lugar ng side ni papa ay hindi siya pinapansin at tintignan siya ng masama. Hindi naging maganda ang trato nila sa kanya at minsan ay inaaway nila.
So far, ngayong college na ako, hindi ko rin naman napansin na may issue pala ang mama ko at side ng papa ko kasi parang close naman sila ngayon. Hindi naman talaga ganun kadamot ang mama ko at baka may galit lang siya non kaya niya nagawa yun. Nag aabot naman siya ng tulong at minsan ay binibigyan rin sila ng pera pag nangangailangan sila (my mom handles our finances kasi, while si papa ay binibigyan lang ng allowance ng mama ko hahaha)

nag pakabit kami ng wifi nitong feb 2024 sa name ng mama ko. nag rent ako ng bahay just one street away and hindi na nagagamit yung wifi kasi laging walang tao sa bahay na yun. nag ask ako sa agent mag kano mag palipat, sabi 2.5k raw. kung ipapa putol naman, need bayaran yung remaining month sa lock in period. sabi sakin gumawa raw ng new account under my name.
my question is ano mangyayari sa wifi na nakapangalan sa mama ko kapag hindi sya binayaran? hindi ba lolobo bill nya?

Today hindi ko napigilan na i-check kayo ng bagong girlfriend mo. I can see that you're really happy now. Your eyes are glowing. You're always smiling. Lahat ng love languages mo namemeet niya. She flexes you on social media all the time. She gives you her full attention and loves the idea of 24/7 videocall because you're LDR. You no longer have to constantly beg to meet your needs, she already did it before you even have to think about asking it. She showers you with kindness and affirmation. You're getting the validation you're looking for. And everybody around you loves her, too. I can see that you're in love, really in love. She looks like she's in love with you too. She craves you just as much as you crave her. Your presence is enough. She's a keeper just like you. Finally, you found your match.
Your relationship now is different from what we had. It's light and easy. It's calming and nurturing. It's full of hope and positivity. Ours was completely different. Our relationship was full of struggles, arguments, anger, and pain. It was filled with resentment and disappointment. Even the last time we talked was full of fights.
Nanghihinayang ba ako sa atin? For what it's worth, hindi. Kasi we were never a perfect fit. Simula pa lang, nagclaclash na tayo. Simula pa lang, nag-aaway na tayo. Looking back, your relationship now feels easier than how we started. Siguro kung maling tao talaga ang kasama mo, irerepel ng katawan at isip mo ang presence niya kahit pa anong pilit mo.
I can see why it didn't work out with us. I can see why you're not coming back. I can see why this is the final goodbye.

My bf has anger issues, medyo matagal ko na din tong alam and ilang beses ko na din sinabi sa kaniya na he should really REALLY consider therapy for his sake na din. Easy going at palabiro siya sa iba pero grabe pagdating sa’kin napaka-mainitin ng ulo niya. Biruin ko lang siya ng konti, and yung biro pa na hindi naman offensive ha, galit na galit na agad siya. When he’s mad, he’s mad. Kahit may ibang tao or nasa public place kami, pag nainis siya sa’kin sisigawan niya ko. Sometimes when we’re being playful and nagbibiruan kami, mangungurot siya or susuntukin niya ko ng “mahina” kapag medyo napipikon na siya pero for me masakit talaga and nagpapasa siya. I told him to stop doing that (namimisikal) kasi nasasaktan talaga ako and pinapakita ko din sakaniya yung pasa but according to him mahina lang daw yun at nagiinarte lang ako. May time din na sinakal niya ko for about 3 seconds at sinipa sa ulo habang nagaaway kami. I know may mga nasasabi din ako na di maganda pag nagaaway kami, and I was sorry, I truly regret it. Kanina, I don’t remember what we were talking about pero bigla niyang sinabi sa’kin na “pasalamat ka ako bf mo, mabait pa ko sa’yo, kung iba baka binugbog ka pa.” This isn’t the first time that he said something along those lines. I called him out kanina and he said na “nagbibiro” lang siya. Nakakaloka kung ako yung nagbiro sakaniya ng ganyan for sure galit na galit na siya! Grabe ang bwisit ko sakanya. I’m breaking up with him for real this time. Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit ko siya natagalan ng ganito. Sobrang tanga ko. I should have followed my instincts and left a long time ago. Ang shameless, after everything that I did for him. Akala ko macconvince ko siya to go to therapy and magbabago pa siya pero ayoko na talaga, suko na ko. I’m leaving bago pa umabot sa mabugbog niya na talaga ako. Ang kapal ng mukha, parang convinced talaga siya na ang bait bait niyang jowa. Dapat hindi ka na ulit magkaron ng jowa kahit kailan ang d*monyo mo!!! Bwisit ka pati pamilya mo, parang ikaw pa kawawa sa’ting dalawa, hindi alam ng pamilya mo napaka-bwisit mo! Hindi ako magiging masaya sa buhay ko kung ikaw makakasama ko bwisit!!!
Sorry for the long rant. Good night.

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I was born in Duluth, Minnesota in 1919; my family was musical. My grandfather is still the only black man to have conducted his own compositions with the Duluth Symphony Orchestra. But I didn’t get serious about playing until I went to Los Angeles, after my high school graduation (1937) to visit my father. There I met Dexter Gordon, Illinois Jacquet and other fine young players. When I went back to the Mid-West to go to the University of Minnesota (only one year), I also played with Oscar Pettiford’s family band. The whole family, his father, even his sisters, played on several instruments.
In 1938 I went to Peoria to play with Fats Dudley, a 300-pound trumpet player and singer who played and sang like Louis Armstrong. Morris Lane the noted tenor player was also there at that time. He had to leave town not long after I came because of his involvement with a white girl. In 1940 I myself was run out of Kankakee, Illinois, for the same reason—the daughter of the President of Kresge’s Department Store. These were very prejudiced times and places.
Fortunately Chicago was only 50 miles away. I remember playing with many great musicians there, including the young Wilbur Ware and a tenor player named Buster Brown who accompanied himself on sock cymbal with his foot. I went to work with Jesse Miller, a trumpeter who had been with Earl Hines. A. K. Atkinson the arranger who later became A. K. Salim and who introduced me to Islam, was on alto; Goon Gardner was the other alto. The drummer was Ike Day, a kid, only 15. Ike Day was playing two bass drums then; out of sight; a big influence on Max Roach and others. (He died of an O.D. in New York a few years later).
This group was playing at a club on 63rd and Cottage Grove called Joe Hughes’s Deluxe. The featured acts were female impersonators backed by (real) chorus girls. One night we were playing Stompin’ At The Savoy for the chorus girls when, out of the blue we heard this horn from the front of the club playing over the top of the band. I looked up and saw Charlie Parker. He never stopped playing, just walked right through the chorus girls and came and stood over by the piano. Jesse Miller, who had played with Bird when Bird played second tenor for Earl Hines, had told me that Bird’s ability drove Hines’ first tenor (Bob Crump) to quit playing. A. K. and Goon had also been telling me about Charlie Parker. At that time, of course, Benny Carter and Johnny Hodges were my main men on alto. After hearing Bird that night I forgot about all other alto players.
I started hanging out with Bird in Chicago. (This was years before I recorded with him in New York.) Bird got a gig at the Rum-Boogie, a club on 55th Street and Central Parkway (now Martin Luther King Drive). As my gig with Jesse Miller started later than Bird’s, I would go with him to hear his first set. The band, about ten pieces, was led by an old man who played violin. Marl Young, the pianist, wrote the music for this band—very, very hard but good music. (Marl Young lives in L.A. now and writes for the movies.) Eddie Johnson, a great tenor player, was in the band; Gale Brockman and Billy Orr were on trumpets.
Anyway, Bird was never there for rehearsals. The band would rehearse all afternoon, Bird was never there, and the other members of the band were mad and didn’t like Bird. But the leader, the old man, did like Bird, which is why he never got fired. I remember this incident like it was yesterday. I went by with Bird to hear his first set. He always came about two or three minutes before the show hit. He’d look at the third alto part, glance at his part (he was playing lead); when the curtain came up, Bird was playing that music like he owned it plus adding things to the part. Well this night, Jimmy Dorsey was playing at the Sherman Hotel in the Loop, and he came down to hear Bird. The old man, Bird’s bandleader, knew what was happening. He called Cherokee, which featured Bird. Bird, of course, played like a man possessed. Jimmy Dorsey came back to the dressing room, introduced himself, and said to Bird, “Here man, you need this much more than I do,” and gave Bird his brand-new padless Selmer. I was with Bird the next day when he put it in pawn. I begged him not to. His own horn was a wreck, held together with tape, gummed paper, etc. This didn’t matter to him.
At that time there was a great club on the South Side, the Club De Lisa. The leader of their 12-piece band was a great show drummer, Red Saunders. Chicago was wide open then. You could buy liquor in drug-stores, and clubs were open 24 hours. On Saturday night and Sunday morning, every-one would go to the De Lisa—all the biggest sportsmen (pimps), the top whores, top Mafia hoods who would make the all-time Mafia list, if I could remember names. (I guess it’s better that I can’t). Well, I’d get off my gig at around 4:30 and, with Bird and other cats, go to the De Lisa. Bird would sit in with Red Saunders’ band, which included altoist Nat Jones, a great player in the tradition of Johnny Hodges. Also playing was a great tenor player from Texas, Tom Archia. Billy Eckstine was on the show; this was before he formed his first band. Also the tap dancer Baby Lawrence, who I heard trade fours with Bird on a Limehouse Blues, way up-tempo. This was taken down on a wire recorder, a classic. I don’t know who has this wire recording, which must be worth many thousands of dollars by now. Incidentally, the greatest comedian George Kirby was a bus boy in the De Lisa and got his start there by filling in with comedy.
I remember hearing Art Tatum with Bird in Chicago. After his gig in the Loop, Tatum would come down to a club on the South Side, drinking beer after beer and playing for five or six hours. All piano players in the city would be there. I remember Bird telling me then, “I wish I could play like Tatum’s right hand.”
I did work a gig with Bird in Chicago. For a while we played at the Sherman Hotel with Hot Lips Page opposite Boyd Raeburn’s Big Band. The second day of the gig, we couldn’t find Bird at all for the second set. We went up to our suite in the hotel, where we found Bird out cold in the bathtub. We got him together, he came down, and his playing just scared everyone to death. Charlie Ventura was with Raeburn’s band. The more Bird played, the paler he got.
When Bird left Chicago I rejoined Jesse Miller at the Downbeat Club. Red Allen was also playing there, with J. C. Higgenbotham on trombone. Ben Webster came in from New York to play as a guest artist with Red Allen. But he liked our rhythm section better. We’d play on the one the radio one hour, six nights a week. (It was so very hip then). Well, when Ben left to go back to New York, he told our rhythm section (Rail Wilson, bass; Hillard Brown, drums) he would send for us to come and play with him on the Onyx Club on 52nd Street. We thought he was kidding, but in about a month he sent us first-class sleeping train tickets.
This was in 1944. I was with Ben for 15 months on 52nd Street. Brown and Wilson went back to Chicago when the brownouts came in 1945. New York was it for me. The rhythm section at the Onyx Club became Eddie Nicholson (drums), Gene Ramey (bass) and myself. Many times Roy Eldridge would play with us, or Stuff Smith, or Bob Dorsey, a great tenor player. Then it was Bird—always late. Mike Weston, the Onyx Club owner, would be frowning as Bird came in late, but after a couple of Bird’s choruses, he’d be smiling. One night Bird was very, very late. Bird came in while Ben Webster was drinking at the bar; the rest of us were trioing. Bird picked up Ben’s tenor and said I Cherokee. He played that tenor like he owned it, and Ben was shook. He just kept saying “Give me another double.” The thing about this was that nobody could get a sound out of Ben’s tenor but Ben himself, due to the thickness of the reed, etc. I saw many great tenor players try-Prez, Buddy Tate, Ike Quebec, no good!
During this time I played the Ko-Ko date with Bird as I was living with him at 117th Street and Man-hattan Avenue, in Harlem. I was sent to the land-lady, Doris Schneider, because we were both from Chicago. I introduced Bird to Doris, and a week later he was living there. Later, for a while, they were married. Billie Holiday and her man, trumpeter Joe Guy, also lived in this eight room pad. Bird drew people like Thelonious Monk, Miles, and Dexter Gordon to the scene. Why this place didn’t get busted, I’ll never know. Everything was happening there.
About the record date; Bud Powell was supposed to be the pianist, but he was hung up in Pennsylvania and didn’t get back. Incidentally, the first pianist I heard playing like Bird was not Bud, but Elmo Hope. But Bud played so strong, he just took that style over. Bud was not easy to get along with, kind of a ferocious guy. He’d throw shoes at his little brother, Richie, when Richie tried to listen to us playing. He’d say things like, “Get up off that piano stool, you blind mother----!” to people like [Art] Tatum and [George] Shearing. He and Bird, despite their mutual love and respect, did not get along; their personalities clashed. But I hung out a lot with Bud. I think he liked me because I didn’t try to copy him. Naturally, I learned his tunes, but I didn’t slavishly imitate his solos.
With Bud, as I said, in Pennsylvania, Bird brought me to the record date, and I played on all the tunes except Now’s The Time and Billie’s Bounce. That was Dizzy (who happened to be recording with another group in the same building). For many years I didn’t get credit for this date on the liner notes, which have now been straightened out. Nor did I ever get paid for it. This is because I was still on transfer from the union in Chicago. The union delegate at the studio said that I couldn’t play, but as soon as he left, Bird told me to come out and play. My first paying record date was with Dexter Gordon. At this time (1945) I also recorded with Ben Webster, Big Sid Catlett, Eddie Lockjaw Davis and Bill DeArango.
My association with Bird and Bud helped to bring the new music on to 52nd Street. Bud would sit in at the Onyx Club while I worked there. Most of the musicians there didn’t understand Bud or Bird. Roy Eldridge would take me outside to smoke (everyone smoked then, we called it “gage”) and ask me about what Bird and Bud Powell were doing. I couldn’t tell him, all I knew was that it sounded great, made musical sense, and swung like no other music I’d heard. It made all the other music sound stiff and unswinging. This is what I’d tell Roy. The one exception was Prez, Lester Young.
I had always dug Prez. He used to come to Minneapolis with Count Basie before I left that area. I first heard Prez with his own group at the Spotlite Club on 52nd Street. He had just come from L.A. after his stint in D.B. (the army’s disciplinary barracks, thus the tune D.B. Blues). He had Kenny Kersey on piano. When Prez decided to revamp, I got the gig. Shadow Wilson was on drums (Lyndell Marshall on the road), Prez’s friend Rodney Richardson on bass, Bennie Harris on trumpet. Bernie brought Bud Powell to Prez as we were boarding the plane for our first road gig, but Prez said, “I’ve already got Lady Dense.”
That was me. My name at the time was Argonne Dense Thornton, and Prez called everybody “Lady” (most famously, Lady Day [Billie Holiday]). He had, incidentally, his own lingo for everything, and it took me several months to understand him. But it was all appropriate. The police he called “Bob Crosbys.” If something was a real drag, he called it a “von Hangman.” His most famous expression, “I feel a draft,” could mean that he detected racial discrimi-nation or that he felt bad since you wouldn’t drink and smoke with him. Reefer he called “Ettuce.” Whites he called “grey boys.” (I don’t know if he originated that term.) Blacks were “Oxford greys.” The bridge of a tune he’d call a “George Washington.” When we hit a new town and Prez would go looking for an old girlfriend, he’d say he was going to see “a Wayback.”
This gives me a chance to correct two en-tirely false rumors about Prez. One, he was not a faggot, not at all. Two, he was not into heroin or cocaine: he just smoked and drank. He was a great human being as well as one of the greatest jazz soloists of all time: responsible about money, generous with his possessions, natural, friendly, gentle, as well as creative.
With Prez I recorded the famous hit Jumpin’ With Symphony Sid, which in fact is my composition. The studio man came in and asked us, as we were warming up, to do something with Symphony Sid’s name in it, as we were going back to the Three Deuces on 52nd Street and the disc jockey had his radio show from there. Meanwhile, I was playing this blues melody off the top of my head. Prez said, “We’ll play that,” and we did it in one take. The A&R man just assumed that the tune was Prez’s.
While I was with Prez, the drummer, Lyndell Mar-shall, had a nervous breakdown. At my suggestion, the great Roy Haynes came into the band.
I remember a couple of things about Bird that happened while I was with Prez. Prez and I were in [Washington] D.C. at a club called Caverns, and Bird was also in town with Duke Jordan on piano. Bird asked me to join the band (not, I’m sure, because he didn’t like Duke’s playing, but for personal reasons, which my reply explains). I told Bird, “I love you, but I can’t put up with your not paying people and leaving them stranded in different places. If you did that to me I’d have to hurt you or try to, and I’d hate to have that happen because I love you. I’d rather be your friend and listen.”
Another time when I was with Prez, we had a week off before a gig in Chicago, so I went to Chicago ahead of time to hear Bird and Miles. The saxophonist who had the house band at the club where Bird played was named Eddie Wiggins. Wiggins had a long line of reed instruments up on his bandstand—clarinet, flute, bassoon, alto, tenor, English horn. Bird came in, early for once—no one else in his band was there. He had left his horn at the club. Now Bird had very good connections in Chicago, but this time he had apparently forgot to pay them. He opened his horn case to find all the keys torn off or broken. Without blink-ing an eye, Bird asked Wiggins if he could play the first set with Wiggins’ group. Then he proceeded to play all those instruments, a few choruses on each one, even the bas-soon. Of course, I was dumbfounded; Bird never ceased to amaze me. I remember him astounding some Afrikaaner mathematicians by suddenly solving a problem they were discussing; they couldn’t believe that Bird didn’t have an advanced degree in math. Same thing with chess. Tadd Dameron and Max Roach would be playing up at Dizzy’s, Bird and I would come in, Bird would walk over to the board, make a move and say “Checkmate.” And Bird is the only person who knew me before I became a Muslim and changed my name who never, after I told him my new name, called me anything but Sadik Hakim.
One thing Bird and Prez had in common; I remember both of them cutting Benny Goodman and embarrassing him. When I was with Ben Webster at the Onyx Club and Bird was across the street at the Spotlite Club, I’d go over to hear Bird as soon as our set ended. One night Benny sat at a front table as Bird began his set with Dizzy Atmosphere—way up-tempo. When he looked over and saw Benny, he changed to Dizzy Fingers (a feature of Benny’s). In the first eight bars, Benny turned red, green and all kinds of colors.
Later, with Prez on tour in L.A., we played opposite Benny at the L.A. Auditorium. (Frankie Laine was the between-sets act). Funny thing, Prez played his silver metal clarinet all night, never touching the tenor. He blew Benny away. All of us broke up as Benny turned red and a few more colors once again.
(The story is that Benny gave Prez this old metal clarinet, so maybe there was another reason for Prez to play it that night-Ed.)
I used to play Sunday afternoon gigs with Bird in Philly. The house band at this club had John Coltrane playing alto. At that time the very young Trane was probably the second best altoist in the world. I also played with Sonny Rollins back in the 40s. We both worked in a group led by trumpeter Louis Metcalfe, an older man who had played with Ellington. I used to marvel at how Rollins could get such great solos out of the corny tunes we had to play. He was playing tenor then, but I had known him even earlier, when he was playing alto. (In 1961, I closed Birdland with Sonny) [Birdland closed in 1964.—T.F.]. I also remember some great, unknown saxophonists whose careers were tragically cut short. Like Henry Pryor, an alto player in the style of Bird, who got killed by police in Chicago while breaking into a church to get money for dope. A great waste. Or Lank Keyes a tenor player influenced by Prez, also very great, who O.D.’d in Chicago.
There have been and still are, many great saxo-phonists—Coleman Hawkins, Benny Carter, Johnny Hodges, Sonny Stitt, and today, George Coleman, Junior Cook, Clifford Jordan, Johnny Griffin. Still, no one has had a story to say like Bird and Prez. When I was working at the Onyx with Ben Webster, and Prez was across the street at the Spotlite Club, Dexter Gordon would march up and down in front of the Spotlite with a huge sign saying, GO IN AND HEAR THE TRUTH. Maybe THE TRUTH is what we should have called it. (Bird hated the name Be-Bop, which was Dizzy’s concoction.)
I will take this opportunity to get one other thing straightened out. The tune Eronel, attributed to Monk, is another composition for which I should have gotten credit. When I was at the Onyx Club with Webster, I met a beautiful 17-old lady from Kansas City named Lenore. We were together about a year. The tune I wrote for her was her name spelled backwards. Monk came over to my house one day, saw the music on the piano, played it and liked it, even suggested a chord change (which I rejected). I went to Montreal for a year in 1949, and when I returned, I heard the same exact tune, credited to Monk, on a record he made with Milt Jackson. Monk told me that he just forgot to tell the record company the tune was mine. Incidentally, anyone should be able to tell that Eronel does not sound like a Monk composition.
Monk is, of course, a great genius, and continued on he showed me many of his tunes. Earl Hines and Nat Cole were among the first pianists I really dug. Then Elmo Hope and Bud Powell. My favorites in the last two decades: Hank Jones and Tommy Flanagan—they’re even in my book. In the new breed I like Cedar Walton, Mickey Tucker, John Hicks, for sure Kenny Barron, and Herbie Hancock—when he was playing piano. Electronic music is garbage to me. Everything is too loud to swing and, as Duke said 50 years ago, It Don’t Mean A Thing If It Ain’t Got That Swing. Among women pianist, I like Boo Pleasant, Shirley Scott, Terry Pollard. Among the less well-known, Willie Anderson, from Detroit, without peer, and Charles Fox from St. Louis (whatever happened to him?). But don’t let me forget Barry Harris, Walter Davis, Walter Bishop, Bill Evans, Horace Silver, Oscar Denard, McCoy Tyner, Chick Corea, Oscar Peter-son—so many great players, I can’t name them all.
Although I once watched Prez and Coleman Hawkins drink next to each other at a bar (the Spotlite Club, owned by the late Clarke Monroe) for two weeks without speaking, it seems like the musicians were closer in those days. Playing with Prez for those two or three years was one of the best times in my career. And I’ve had many good ones.

nag start lahat ng pag ka ka inis ko sa friend nya tawagin na lang natin "demon" nung nag start kami mag live in ng partner ko dun ko napansin na every night inaaya ni demon uminom sa labas partner ko so syempre bago pa lang kami live in nag insist na lang partner ko na sa bahay na lang sila uminom so as a observer na tao pinapanood ko lang sila or minsan hindi sinasadya na madinig kwentuhan nila na may girl daw si demon nakilala sa streaming app nag send sya ng money via *-cash kasi reason nya natuwa lang sya sexy daw mag luto while on live meron pa na nag kwento sya sa partner ko nung nag inom daw sya sa labas sayang hindi sumama yung partner ko sayang daw kasi madaming chix hindi nakita ng partner ko ito yung start ng pag kainis ko sa kanya kasi 1. pamilyado sya na tao may isang anak na BABABE 2. Buntis asawa nya sa 2nd baby nila ni demon 3.nasa kwarto lang ako at dinig na dinig ko lahat ng kwento nya nadagdagan pa pikon ko sa kanya when i got pregnant that time nag ka labuan sila ng asawa nya for some reason (i think dahil sa babae" everynight nya na inaaya yung partner ko after work to the point na nawawala na sa isip ng partner ko mga binilin ko sa kanya like vitamins for pregnancy etc. i mean naiintindihan ko kailangan ni demon ng kausap kasi problemado sya pero mag isa ako non naiiwan sa bahay nag aantay umuwi nag start na kami mag away ng partner ko at napadalas because of him pero dedma si demon kahit alam nya sya yung reason lagi ng away namin insensitive in short dumating sa point na nag ka problema sa pregnancy ko due to stress and lack of vitamins ending my baby died after an hour of giving birth duon na ko na triggered na everytime na makikita ko sya naiisip ko na sana okay yung baby namin kung hindi dahil sa pagiging makasarili nila ng partner ko ilang beses kami umabot sa point na nakikipag hiwalay na ko dahil mas pinag tatanggol ng partner ko si demon lagi ko sinasabi na lumayo na sya kay demon kasi walang maganda na idudulot sa relasyon namin si demon pero ang dahilan nya si demon daw yung nandon para sa kanya nung wala sya matakbuhan nung down na down sya ABYG kasi ayoko na sya makitang kasama yung kaibigan nya na bad influence???
bad influence because 1.Nag spakol 2.flirting with random girl(s) 3.Smoker iyknwim 4.in and out sa rehab because of addiction 5.irresponsible partner 6.Booking a prosti everytime na hindi sila okay ng partner nya