Anyway I (17f) and him (17m) have made great progress. To sum it up he asked for my number a few months ago and I had to further ask him if he liked me and he said yes. We’ve known each other since 6th grade and we are now seniors. I would say we were more of acquaintances. He said he developed a crush on me last year and so far we’ve been to the movies together (still not sure if that was a date or not because originally his friends were supposed to be there but they never showed up), he’s been over my house twice, and we went to prom together. Now, that prom is over there isn’t anything to plan or text about anymore. I don’t see him in school because we don’t have the same classes. I’m very introverted and quiet, I haven’t had friends since middle school and the people who have tried to befriend me either find me boring or awkward. I went from sitting at a lunch table alone in the beginning of the year to sitting at a lunch table with a couple of his friends that share the same lunch. We both said we enjoyed prom and we spent senior skip day together watching anime he’s recommended me. (He’s really into anime and trying to get me to watch it).
Anyway I did something bold when he asked me how my day was and I said “it’s good and better now that you’re texting”. I guess it sounds like I flirting with him and I guess guys are clueless because why would I have invited him over if I didn’t like him😅? Anyway he asked some funny random questions today and I didn’t ask any back so any funny conversation starters? Maybe even a would you rather or something…

the title sounds terrible, so let me explain. me and this guy, lets call him beck, dated for over a year, and we eventually broke up due to infidelity on his part. then, 4 months after we had broken up, he started talking to a girl, ill call her ashley. ashley and i didn’t know eachother, but she hated my guts. beck and i remained friends, and we’d text about ashley and my boyfriend at the time. just for advice, sometimes i’d sell to him, but we weren’t too close in a way that would upset ashley any more. one night at a party, i had let it slip that beck texted me he had missed me (before they got together) and she heard and confronted me. i told her everything, and we became somewhat friends. she soon after broke up with beck, and we just hit it off. same sense of humour, everything. we didn’t bond over beck really, just over our own personalities. after my boyfriend and i at the time broke up, beck and i became closer as we had the same class. ashley saw this, and said i was betraying her, as if beck and i weren’t friends the entirety of the time ever since our breakup. i tried to explain that it felt unfair that i was being labelled as betraying her when beck and i had been friends before her and i ever were, and she didn’t seem to understand. i told her i acknowledged and cared for her hurt, that i adored her and didn’t mean to look as if i were intentionally hurting her, but she told me i needed to just cut him off. beck and i were friends before lovers, we met in middle school and had been friends all throughout highschool. it seemed unfair. now, beck and i have recently started talking again, and she sees it as betrayal. i love ashley. shes a great friend. but i feel as though it’s something between beck and i, not her and beck, if that makes sense. i understand it is hurtful, and i feel terrible, but she seems to push aside that beck and i have our own history. i’m trying to be there for her as much as i can and tell her i understand its hurtful, but there’s nothing i can do. advice or opinions?

I hope I'm not in the wrong place here, because the story itself has a religious connotation, so I mean that in two ways I suppose, possibly blasphemous to question God, or just breaking subreddit rules because it doesn't fit. Anyway, here goes.
When I was roughly 16, I got into a bad car accident. I was in the back seat, in the middle, no seatbelt on. We were in a head on collision with a local power company truck, 40mph. I woke up in an ambulance, and my mouth was... I have no way to describe it really in any non gruesome fashion. Let's just say that when I woke up in the ambulance, 90% of my teeth had broken, and the ones that didn't were outright ejected from my gums. The best explanation I was given was that I went face first into the shifter knob, or possibly the parking break but I dunno why that would've been raised. The reason we crashed was because my friend, the driver, was looking for something we could use to break up weed on, and was trying to reach for a paper plate on the floor of the passenger side (even though my girlfriend at the time was in the passenger seat). In so doing, he completely ducked his head underneath the glove box. I remember frames of him leaning down, and then smack and I'm in the ambulance. Both of them were fine, the car was totaled but they had airbags. I was the only passenger unprotected by either seatbelt or airbag, and that was due to my own choice of where I was sitting, and not electing to wear a seatbelt (I never forget to put one on anymore, let me tell ya, I don't care if I'm in the trunk, I'll figure something out). I was referred to an oral surgeon shortly after, who, for reasons that to this day are still completely unknown to me, prescribed me with a ludicrous painkiller prescription for a 16-17 year old still in HS. At first he was giving me 90 30mg oxycodone a month, 3 a day. Near the end I was getting those 90, and a supplementary 30 vicodin 10mg for as needed pain. Me being a dumb stoner at the time, and having little to no experience with opiates or anything like that, I took the medication as prescribed, didn't think anything of it really. I noticed how it made me feel, definitely, but for the most part I never really strayed from the prescription directions, 3 a day, with the occasional vicodin to either help me sleep, or for an extra painful day with my teeth. This went on for almost a year. One month, I went in and found not my doctor, but a nurse practicioner I had never seen before. Long story short, the doctor I was seeing lost his license for sexually assaulting two female patients, one underage. The NP hands me a prescription for 30 5mg oxycodone, and tells me this will be my last prescription as the practice was closing for good. At the time, it didn't really register with me what this meant, as I had never experienced withdrawal before, and because of the lack of communication from my doctor (he didn't speak english in a very discernable way.. he spoke english, but figuring out what he was actually saying was the tricky part). Suffice it to say, I went through those 30 pills in a matter of three or four days, and even that was a big step down from my daily intake prior. Soon after, I experienced withdrawal for the first time. I actually thought I was going to die, I was a stupid kid though, and looking back I should've just toughed it out but that's life. I started to buy pills from people at school, turns out there's no shortage of suburban teenagers who have parents with, or had easily accessible painkillers, but this was also during the "oxycontin epidemic" caused by purdue pharma, not sure if correlation is causation here but it's worth noting. Anyway, since most of this was just a preamble to the event itself, I will summarize the rest as concisely as I can. I went down the opiate addiction rabbit hole, and let me tell you, I wouldn't wish that fate on my worst enemy. It's really hard to describe, but you really become a different person. It really doesn't matter what you have to do, you'll do it to make sure you get your fix and don't have to go through the sickness/WD's, whether thats ripping people off, stealing/boosting, burning every family/friend bridge you ever had, intentionally injuring yourself in the hope that the hospital will prescribe you pain meds, I could go on. Eventually I got to a point where I was in the-darkest frame of mind in my entire life. This is where the event itself comes into play. One morning I woke up and just layed there in bed, I knew once I got up, I would have to begin the daily journey of making sure I could get my hands on some pain pills, and at that point, heroin if pills were unavailable. I could not think of a valid reason to get out of my bed and subject myself to that again, and was on the verge of a mental breakdown I'm sure, but, for some reason, I decided to pray. When I was a kid, I attended a youth group of sorts called 'Stockade' at a local church, which was a lot of my introduction to religion/christianity. It was an awesome youth group and I look back on those memories and cherish some of those times I had. At the point where I decided to pray, in my bed that morning, God had not been in my life for a decade, I was something like 21 or 22 at the time (so this was YEARS into my addiction). I prayed, I have no idea what compelled me to that moment, but I prayed to God and asked for a sign.. a reason, anything at all to show me that it was worth living. A reason to get out of my bed, and not just give up. At the time, I was sleeping on a bunk bed, top bunk, and at the feet of my bunk was my closet. Door was open, light was on, and it was early enough in the morning that it was still dark. I prayed for a sign, begged for forgiveness for all I had done and what my life had come to, and the MOMENT I said amen, my closet light burned out. When I say the moment, I couldn't be more literal. From amen to lights out, not even half a second had passed, but long enough of a delay that it didn't seem coincidental, like something was answering back. It audibly made a BZZZT noise and burned out, my room went almost completely dark, save for a few dim blue rays of light sneaking through gaps in my blinds. It scared the shit out of me, I'm not gonna lie. I immediately was like shaken to my very core, trembling, I didn't know how to react, it was almost as if I was in shock. I will remember this moment until the day I die, and I still think about it often. I'll be ten years clean from opiates or any other hard drugs next year, I went to rehab in 2015 and never looked back. This wasn't directly after the event, but I can say that the event led me to change things in my life that ultimately led to it. I'm not going to pretend I instantly became a church going christian, not even close. I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was in stockade, but at the time it was just words I was saying because everyone else was doing it, I didn't feel it in my soul or truly believe it. After the event, I didn't become religious but I definitely became much more spiritual, started looking at life in a more glass half full kind of way at least. Anyway, I guess I just wanted to get someone elses take on the story, I know it's a lot to read but I feel like the parts of my life that lead to it are connected. From addiction beginning to saying the prayer in my bed I mean. Was this truly God answering my individual prayer? Something inside me doubts that, why me? I was just some shithead junkie at the time, there are kids with cancer in St. Jude, I felt so undeserving if it was indeed God. Was it the universe answering back? Was it the simulation trying to tell me it wasn't my time yet? Some other force entirely? Coincidence? I will live the rest of my life debating these things. Thanks for reading.

Gladion:emo kid Ash:the happy nonchalant kid Lillie:shy kid Sophocles:smart science kid Lana:animal lover (The one with the green hair I forgot her name):plant lover and school lunch lady Kiawe:sports lover

Making posts crying , been together only 2 months talking about you can’t do this and you breakup and fight like you’re in middle school. Then this thread gets filled with negative reinforcements on LDR while you all whine. Idk what y’all are doing wrong but I’m going to marry my girl friend and it’s been 4+ years. A lot of people are just playing with peoples lives like it’s a joke and it shows

Congrats on choosing and making it into NUS Business School! I previously wrote here: https://www.reddit.com/SGExams/comments/118r7cg/all_about_studying_business_in_nussmuntu/ on what are some factors when considering between NUS, SMU and NTU business school. For better or worse, you'll be stuck here for the next 4 years so here's some broad advice on making the best out of it.
1. Put in effort to draft out your own Study Plan; Future you will thank you
What is a study plan? Essentially, it's an outline on what modules you'll be taking throughout your 4 years in University. Especially for a business student, a study plan should go beyond "what majospecialization/double majominor". Yes, figuring what major (or majors) that you want to eventually take is the first step. The next step is also considering whether you intend to take a gap semester (i.e. leave-of-absence) to do internships (which is becoming increasingly more common place; maybe not 1 gap sem but possibly even 2!). The unfortunate truth is that many biz student realize late in Year 2/3 that they might not be as competitive as their peers and usually then seek out LOA internships and end up delaying their graduation (whether its a good or bad thing is debatable). Besides gap semesters for internships, there are student who do credit bearing internships (which counts for some credits/MCs) or even do a part-time internship during the semester while studying (Do modules on Mon and Tues, FT work of Wed, Thurs, Fri). Not every student get's their desired summer internships, and often student have to compensate by applying for Off-Cycle LOA internships.
In your study plan, you would also have to take into consideration possibly going on overseas semester exchange or even the 6M to 1 Year long NOC program if you're interested! Overloading more modules earlier in your Uni (Y1 and Y2) gives you more flexibility to adapt to changes in the future. Of course, you need to gauge yourself whether you're able to cope with the workload. (Overloading in earlier sems, mean being more free in later sems to do internships/explore other modules or minors).
Additionally, most higher-level modules have pre-requisites (mostly ACC1701). If you delay taking these pre-requisite modules, your whole study plan can be delayed by a semester. My advice is to take ACC1701 (and consequently FIN2704) earlier rather than later, because these two mods open up the other majors/specializations available to you. You'll also figure out whether you'll want to to take the finance major after taking these two modules.

1. CCAs

There's a ton of CCAs available NUS-wide or Business School related. I strongly encourage you to take multiple CCAs (importantly taking into consideration what you can manage and your workload) so that you're able to meet new people and learn new skillsets. NUSC/RCs/Hall activities also count here. The unfortunately truth is that portfolio does matter in business school, and simply being good in academics (which can be competitive in itself) isn't enough. You GPA/CAP allows you to have your foot in the door; your portfolio and experience allows you to enter it. Consulting CCAs in general are great an improving your eye of aesthetic and detail which I recommend. You'll be surprised that many biz kids are outright bad and atrocious at making PowerPoint slides even at Year 4... I would say that the CCAs you join do shape your uni experience in a large way.

1. Group Mates

Find good friends and group mates! Those in NUSC/RCs/Halls have an easier time for this. For most of your basic core 1k modules, you group is usually randomized and you have no say on who you're working with. It is during these randomized group that you'll figure out the pain of having poor group mates, and things get worse if you're taking higher level and tougher modules alone. On this note, try to find friends that will do various modules together with you! Having friends doing the module together with you is a huge advantage, from extra resources, dead line reminders, doing quizzes/tests together etc. 5 brains working on a problem set is always better than 1 brain by itself, these 5 ppl will often get a better grade than the one hardworking individual working alone. Implicitly, those who stay on campus have a huge edge over those who don't.

1. Business is ultimately not a technical degree

Controversial to some, but business school at the end of the day doesn't really teach you much, we cant code, cant stats and no domain knowledge outside of finance). The only thing that it does teach is showmanship (and even then sometimes not taught well enough). Business School arguably teaches you how to carry yourself well, make fancy PowerPoints, use some excel, working with people (?) etc. Many of the more relevant things you learn, you learn them in your internship and your own experiences outside of the classroom e.g. CCAs. To me, doing well in Biz School is focusing on everything outside of academics (ensuring that you have some baseline CAP/GPA).
5. Figure out early whether you prefer Excel or Power Point.
The corporate world only runs on two applications, Excel and Power Point. Dabble in both, figure out early which application you prefer more and find a relevant internship/role/job that you enjoy decently that uses one over the other. Truly, Excel and PPT are the only takeaways when you leave the university. Great consultants are adept at handling PPT, navigating through them quickly with many templates in their desktops. Finance peeps do a little more excel work and have to do them well, fast and creatively. Even at the end of uni, there are still many students who can't use excel proficiently at a high level.
6. Internship Hell is real for those who care
Internship application period in itself can be a full-time commitment (for those that care). When internship applications open, you can will going through your own interview prep, doing several recorded interviews, applying to new internships etc. Many moving parts to juggle and a lot of ground work to be done. From preparing for interview questions, writing cover letters, tailoring your CV etc alot of the hell you experience in Biz school actually comes outside of academics contrary to popular belief (as Jean-Paul puts it, "hell is other people", bad group mates im looking at you). For those applying to more technical roles, you might also need to prep extra for technical questions e.g. IB 400 questions, consulting cases, market sizing brain teasers etc.
7. Not so much of an advice, but rather a plea from me to you
I really hope business students can be more code literate and savvy i.e. being able to read (and to a lesser extent implement) coding e.g. python or SQL. ~90% of the biz population are code illiterate (having only taken just 1 "coding module"). In a normal corporate workplace, you'll never have to code. But being able to think computationally, knowing the steps you can take to automate your task, time and workflow brings you more benefits than you can imagine when most corporate work that people do and typically repetitive and administrative.
In conclusion, do your best in biz school. I think effort correlates strongly to how well you do here. You don't need to be smart (it makes life easier) but with enough forward thinking and future planning, you'll be able to grow through the next 4 years (and hopefully be worth it).
Feel free to ask any question in the comments, or for any seniors to elaborate and share their own experience! Left out a lot of controversial views not wanting to trigger anyone or NUS. Edit: I'm a graduating student from Biz, later they dont let me grad
Some extra links:

1. An event calendar regularly updated by NUS Careers, usually has lots of interesting and relevant events, competitions, webinars (if that's your thing): https://nus.edu.sg/cfg/events
2. Grading rubrics to apply for SEP, there is an actual rubrics to secure an SEP, please refer for those wanting to go: https://bba.nus.edu.sg/wp-content/uploads/sites/37/2019/07/SEP-Place-Allocation-Grading-System-2018-10.pdf

We are two daughters of our parents. My father is a business man. He has always been dominating and had the audacity to raise hand on my mother. He had that arrogance of providing us with food and stuff. Though he gave us good education, he was very restrictive and strict. There was no TV, we were not allowed to go out with our friends, we were not allowed to invite our friends at home too and much more. I am a younger one. I use to be good in studies. I use to be an obedient child and always made sure to make my parents proud. On the contrary, my elder sister was average in studies. Even there were 1000 restrictions on us, my sister did some blunders in past like bunk school or having male friends (which obviously we were not allowed to at all). She once was caught with a phone (it was her friend's phone) when she was in 10th class and my mother beat her so bad. She promised that she needs to mend her ways otherwise she will tell our dad. But my sister got so scared that she attempted suicide. But by god's grace, she was saved. I just can't forget that day. This way you might get a glimpse at what level we were afraid of him. My mother never raised voice against my father even after physical abuse. I remember the days when i use to sit outside their room for hours and hours during night with a pillow as they use to fight. I use to be scared what if something happens wrong, though i never has the courage to stop them. I thought that this might be disrespectful. Many nights i just use to sit outside their room with a pillow and when they get to sleep, i use to go back to my room and sleep. When I was 17-18 years old, my father made a plan to thailand with this friends. We were not so happy as we also wanted to go for a trip. Anyhow, not seeing our reaction, he planned. Our mother never had an issue with this as our father use to bribe her with some gold or something (she was fond of jewelry). Also, he never treated our mother right (especially during trips-physical abuse or marital rape we can say) so she use to avoid going out. I myself sensed this thing many times. I use to share bed with them when any relatives use to come to our place. I use to sense him asking for sex and then my mother denying. He use to hold her from neck and that use to rip me apart but i never had the courage to stop him. So yeah, he travelled to thailand and cam back home. One fine day, he asked me and my sister to delete our the unnecessary photos and videos from him phone. I took the phone and started deleting. The next thing i saw was a video and i trembled. We saw a video of my father dancing with a girl in a hotel room. I WAS JUST SO SCARED. Phone fell from my hand. It was a long video, but i only saw 5-6 secs of it. Me and my sister deleted the video and never told anyone about it. We ourselves also never discussed it with anyone. My father use to click pictures with air hostesses and some random girls that he met in thailand. He use to post those pictures as no one had the courage to say him anything on this face. Punjabi people, especially men find it very normal but not normal if any women does it. Years passed, my sister turned 23. One day my sister got caught with a boy in a hotel room. She told that she had a bf who was 5-6 elder from him and was involved in a travel agency job. He belonged to a service class family, average looking and middle class background. My father refused. He met the guy and was not happy. Proper blackmailing like you broke my trust, how can you find a bf, it is our responsibility to find one for you etc started. She was tortured. She was made sit at home for one year. All household work was done by her and she was always taunted. They turned everything hell for her. I also was not able to do anything as I had no idea how could i help. Even i didn't had that mind to understand if she was right or no. When she turned 24-25, marriage talks popped up. My father found a rich business class guy for her. We all were happy and she got married in two months. Thankfully it turned out good for her that she got to get out from this home. I started having problem with my father here. He use to pretend such a nice guy infront of everyone. He use to portray that he is the nicest man and can do anything for her family. Though deep inside we were aware he is the worst person who beats up his wife, makes every little thing work as per his own choice, does not give a fuck about his daughters and does not respect. Every other person started thinking that he is such a gentleman and my mother is arrogant which was not true. My father is a business man and knows how to talk in a group of people and how to pretend. My mother on other hand, is introvert, so some might think of her as an arrogant person. He started gifting expensive stuff to my sister's in laws place to make himself look good. And when we use to ask for money and stuff, he never gave us enough to meet our needs. We always use to compromise. Never wore brand or never went to good place for dinners etc but they were gifted brands, thousand and lakhs of money were given to them, though they never demanded and always use to say no to those gifts. At this stage, my age came of getting married. And my perspective for my father changed. Whenever my marriage talk popped up, it use to scare the shit out of me. I started thinking what if my partner turned out to be just like my father. What i will do where will i go and how will i manage everything. Because i was aware once i get married, there is no turning back. I have to make that marriage work no matter what happens. My parents will never support me or take me back if my partner turns out to be bad. They will ask me to accept it saying it is your destiny. When it comes to marriage, every girl try to sees her father's characteristics in her to be husband. And when i use to imagine, i started running away from the word of marriage. I just got scared that every other men is like him who is dominating, disrespectful and raise his hands on his wives. I tried to escape from it saying i want to pursue my studies. On the other hand, I met a wonderful guy. I never thought i would fall for a guy like him. He is a goofy guy with a good heart. He is a senior manager in a government bank. The man of my dreams, i never ever met guy in my life who was so nice and kind to talk. Though i had few male friends, i never felt like that for them. I opened my heart and my mind infront of him. I shared everything with him, even those things which i never use to think of alone or which use to scare the shit out of me. Now the problems comes. He is basically from Himachal Pradesh, further from a small town, a very simple family. Our teva also doesn't matches. We belong to a upper business class family. I talked about this with my father and mother and my god, it turned out so bad. He threatened me saying he will boycott me and ask my sister and other relatives too to cut me off. I don't want to lose touch with my sister as she is the only one who i have. She also cannot do anything for me. I love him alot and we cannot live without each other. My sister's husband is nice but he will also not approve of him because he also has that richie rich mentality. I don't have anyone's support and now i feel suicidal. I don't know what to do and where to go #pleasehelp

This collaboration project between CommonPresent Games, Five Frights, 3D FredWare Studios, and an anonymous music producer have all collaborated to make the ultimate conclusion to the Five Nights at Bingo's games.
Explore the abandoned Bar & Grill that was said to be nothing but an urban legend... 55 years after it's closing.
Your name is Cory. You go to explore the ruins, inviting your friends Clyde and Jack to come along with you.
A large sinkhole has formed underneath the building in the show stage, leaving the place in ruins and mostly caving in, especially in the middle of it.
INTRODUCTION CINEMATIC
You arrive there at 11:30 PM, and you text Clyde and Jack to come. They say that they will be there by 12:00 AM. You then walk in, and you explore the place, and then you enter the security office at 11:59 AM. You then get a text from Clyde saying that he is almost there, and that he gave Jack a ride, as well.
NIGHT 1 - It is now officially 12:00 AM. The building has entered it's lockdown state, not letting anyone or anything get in.. or out. You run to look at your phone, and then you very quickly connect it to the barely functioning security cameras in the building, and once you go onto the Show Stage camera, you will see Moltenstein emerge from the old sinkhole, who is a melted together fusion of the extremely rotted Bingo and Blossom animatronics.
DIALOGUE: What even was that thing?! I have to get out of here! This bulletin board right here says that lockdowns can take 14-21 days to end?! 14-21 DAYS?! It's okay.. I can do this. I brought my portable wireless charger for my phone. I just need to get that.. thing... away from me.
Moltenstein will sometimes appear at one of your doorways. You have a left doorway, a right doorway, and an opened ceiling vent. Turn off your phone's flashlight if you see it, in order to get it not to kill you, and activate a nearby camera's flashlight in order to attract it towards that camera's location.
There are only 6 functioning cameras. They are all the Show Stage, New Lobby, Left Hall Entrance, Right Hall Corner, and the Dining Area.
The Show Stage is where Moltenstein will emerge from. It will then make it's way towards the New Lobby, Left Hall Entrance, or the Dining Area.
The Dining Area's camera is broken, forcing it to face the right side hallway, where there is a vent entrance nearby.
All of the cameras have an internal flashlight that was applied during the investigation of the premises right before it's closing. These internal flashlights all work surprisingly well on the still functional cameras, and they are good for attracting light sensitive animatronics nearby. Moltenstein is very, very sensitive to bright lights.
Your phone's flashlight will always be on by default. Hold down CTRL in order to shut off your phone's flashlight, making it incredibly hard to see, but stopling Moltenstein from killing you, and sometimes even making it leave.
Your phone will lose 1% battery power every 2 seconds (you instead will lose 1% of your phone's battery power every 5 seconds whenever your flashlight is turned off..). Using a camera's internal flashlight will make it lose an extra 3% of it's battery power.. immediately. You can recharge it to get an extra 35% but this takes roughly 5 seconds to do......
NIGHT 2 - Ugh.. I need to get out of here! I am starting to see things. I can't do this anymore, come on!! Why me??? It's whatever.. Clyde and Jack called me this morning, and they said that they were worried. I told them about my situation, and they said that they have notified the authorities, but they didn't believe them. Those people really think that this place is fake. How funny of them...
Memory Citrus and Memory Lizzy can now be seen. These are just hallucinations, however. If you ever see the original Citrus flying through the Dining Area, put down your phone quickly, or Memory Citrus will jumpscare you, causing for you to throw your phone onto the ground in panic, attracting Moltenstein towards the light, giving him a 20% chance to kill you after somewhere in betweenn 7.26310-8.54790 secondssss.
If you ever see the original Lizzy standing in the middle of the lobby, put your phone down quickly, otherwise Memory Lizzy will appear floating in front of both of your doorways, and all of your cameras, making you unable to see them, all while you lose 1% of your power every 0.552 seconds. This effects lasts.. just about..... 10 seconds. And yes, this does cause your phone's flashlight to glitch out as well, luring Moltenstein to your location.
NIGHT 3 - This has to be the last night.. Surely the police have realized that I have very suddenly gone missing... Right? Please, just let this end. No more!
Memory Buttercup can now sometimes appear in one of your doorways. Shine your phone's flashlight at her in order to make her go away, or else, she will jumpscare you very suddenly, causing for you to have a heart attack.. and... well, die.
Memory Caesar and Memory Chuck seek to both be always found together now, and they can now sometimes appear in one of your doorways. Pull out your phone and look at it in order to deter them away from the security office that you are hiding inside of.
NIGHT 4 - Hey, hey! It's me, Jack! I just wanted to tell you that Clyde called the police... yet again.. and now they are starting to take us WAY more seriously! They said that they are attempting to locate your phone.. But it needs to stay charged up to at least 50% from now (12 AM) up until 6 AM, or we will not able to locate you, AND YOU WILL DIE. You gave us the wrong directions for what reason, anyway, you idiot?!
If your phone's battery drops down below 50%, you will be immediately just.. killed by Moltenstein.
NIGHT 5 - Hey, hey! It's me, Jack! We got your location! The police are headed there, now... Let's go, man! You're gonna make it home, by tonight!!! But.. You need to stop yourself from using the camera's built-in internal flashlights. Apparently, the cameras share a union power generator system, hence why they still work, and they only have about.. 8 charges left. It is pretty crazy, actually, right??? So just.. be careful, dude. Bye, now!!!,,,
If you use the camera flashlights 8 times, they will be disabled, and Moltenstein will be immediately teleported to your door, and he will kill you after approximately 2.5-3.5 seconds.
NIGHT 6 - Listen, man. I'm sorry, okay? But you entering that establishment has awakened and set free the mess in there, and I cannot afford to be chased down by that thing... You see, my grandpa was at that place for a re-evaluation of it's safety.. for... an incident. And that was not even his first time there! I'm sorry.. But you will not be making it out of there alive. I have released an overwhelming amount of a special secret gas recipe into the building, causing your hallucations to feel the most real possible, meaning that they have a 50-50 chance of giving you a heart attack and.. well, kill you. I also adjusted the union power usage to only allow for 6 camera flashes, and.. now, you must also always keep your phone charged. You can NOT recharge it. Have fun, Cory.
(This night ends at 4 AM, as the police and Clyde will break into the building and save you at that time.. exactly.)
ALL ENDINGS
Good Ending - During Nights 1-5, keep your phone's battery above 30%, and do not ever use any more then 6 camera flashes in each night. This will give you access to the Old Lobby, where you will find Buttercup, Citrus, Lizzy, Caesar, Chuck, and an unused Endoskeleton during the Night 6 Escape Scene. You will then get the option to scrap or take with you each and every single one of them as you walk up to them, letting them rest now as nothing but legends if you scrap them all. You will then see a scene of Jack getting trapped inside of the building, right as you guys escape...
Bad Ending - Follow Jack's instructions, and leave with Clyde and the police on Night 6 without making any discoveries. You will then see a scene of Jack escaping the building, right as you guys escape...
Happy Ending (Canon) - During Nights 1-5, keep your phone's battery above 30%, and do not ever use any more then 6 camera flashes in each night. This will give you access to the Old Lobby, where you will find Buttercup, Citrus, Lizzy, Caesar, Chuck, and an unused Endoskeleton during the Night 6 Escape Scene. You will then get the option to scrap or take with you each and every single one of them as you walk up to them, but if you take them all with you, you will then see the location rebuilt with the recovered and repaired Bingo, Blossom, Citrus, Buttercup, Lizzy, Caesar, Chuck, and the brand new Tropico The Toucan animatronics. Tropico The Toucan is an amazing newly built counterpart friend for the now happy Citrus The Toucan animatronic character.
We will be collaborating on FNaB 6, just as we did with this game, to introduce the continuation to the game series, and it's amazing and wonderfully unique storyline. We have amazing plans for this next entry of the series, and they will all be shared on here.. very, very soon.

The PERMA model structures the five essential elements of sustainable wellbeing. These are: Positive Emotions, Engagement, Relationships, Meaning, and Accomplishment. And, of course, we need a positive approach to our physical health. Let’s look at positive affectivity within the context of the PERMA model.
Sustainable wellbeing is an on-going issue. And there is a wealth of evidence-based insight to support us. This page considers positive affectivity. Explore what this means for you and pick up some useful tips for a happier life. For practical purposes, positive affectivity sits within the positive emotions pillar of the PERMA model. Working on this area can improve our general happiness. In turn, this makes it easier to work on the rest. Additionally, intentional actions can be implemented quickly – getting a personal development program off to a great start.
Understanding positive affectivity involves understanding the interplay of genetic factors, environmental circumstances, and intentional activities. Research led by Sonja Lyubomirsky has identified the relative influence of these factors: valuable insight for sustainable wellbeing.
Genetic Factors
Genetic factors are responsible for 30-40% of our overall positive affectivity. This acts as a stabilising influence – often referred to as ‘the happiness setpoint.’ Our genes also shape our personality traits, notably the ‘Big Five Personality Traits’. These are extraversion, neuroticism, conscientiousness, agreeableness, and openness. Each of the ‘Big Five Personality Traits’ is its own spectrum. We all have our own preferred spot on each. Extraversion is a key player as it impacts on happiness levels. The other traits contribute to satisfaction in relationships, work, and coping with stress. This doesn’t mean, however that only extraverts can be happy. Next, we’ll consider the our environmental circumstances.
Environmental Circumstances
Environmental circumstances are also a significant influence. This group of factors encompasses supportive relationships, financial stability, education, employment, religious engagement, leisure activities, health, freedom, and a pleasant living environment. For those making their way in the world, balancing financial security with meaningful leisure activities becomes crucial. The Easterlin Paradox suggests that increased wealth – beyond our normal quality of life – doesn’t always translate to increased happiness or sustainable wellbeing.
Religious practice, often overlooked, offers a structured belief system, social support, healthier lifestyles, and positive emotions through practices like prayer and meditation. This can be particularly relevant for individuals seeking a sense of purpose and community. For us agnostics, we can easily translate this in to developing our own spirituality without alignment to any organised belief system.
Leisure activities, including sports, arts, and volunteering, play a vital role in fulfilling needs for autonomy, mastery, meaning, affiliation, and detachment. For those navigating demanding careers, finding joy in leisure can act as a valuable counterbalance to work pressures. This takes on an new dimension when we consider applying our signature strengths to our every-day lives.
Adaptability and happiness become essential, particularly for individuals managing the demands of work and family life. Freedom and a pleasant living environment contribute significantly to subjective well-being. Societies supporting economic, political, and personal freedom, along with access to green spaces and panoramic views, tend to foster more cohesive societies: within which, individuals have better chances of flourishing.
Gender and age nuances show a U-shaped trajectory of well-being across the life cycle. Understanding these trends can help individuals in their 30s and 40s to navigate the challenges of middle age. This influence is at its most negative through our 30’s and then turns increasingly positive from our 40’s onwards. NB this elements’ influence is low, and there are so many other factors that can counterbalance any negative influences from this one.
Our environmental circumstances – combined – contribute to only around 10% to our long-lasting happiness. We can’t do anything about our genetic legacy: accounting for 40-50% of our positive affectivity. We can influence the circumstances of our life which account for a further approximately 10%. This brings us to the key take-away from this article.
Intentional Activities
Our intentional activities – which we can control or, at the very least, have a degree of influence over – account for 40-50 % of our positive affectivity. Pause for a moment. Reflect on this conclusion. Notice your reactions.
This leads us naturally to ask – so how can I use this insight to help develop my sustainable wellbeing?
The answers will vary between us – we’re all walking our own paths. We can find them by systematically working our way through the PERMA model and the wealth of insight Wellbeing Psychology has to offer. In no particular order, these general approaches will deliver the most returns:
· Embrace mindfulness practices
· Allocate time for meaningful connections with loved ones
· Consciously engage in activities that align with your personal values
· Create a well-defined balance between work and leisure
· Foster intentional moments of deep relaxation
· Periodically reassess and adapt your goals
· Acknowledge your accomplishments

By weaving intentional activities into our everyday routines, we can intrinsically strengthen our wellbeing while juggling life’s on-going demands.
So now, equipped with this insight, ask yourself: what will I do, today, to apply this insight to develop my sustainable wellbeing?

I try not to post in forums without a strong understanding of the lay of the land and how the community likes to run things. From what I can tell this subreddit is mostly dedicated to news articles and a thread about the current week’s show. I’m going to take a dare and start this broader thread in hopes that it won’t be too far out of character.
It seems like the show’s audience is expanding a lot recently and perhaps there are people who, like me, would like to express the how and why they are so attracted to this show.
I’m not much of a podcast listener, and though I listened to a few episodes of TWiR v1.0, it wasn’t until the middle of last year that I became a regular listener. For this kind of program format, I’m inclined to listen, not watch on YouTube.
My love for TWiR surrounds an important weekly event. My son has a job out in the country every Sunday. We’re up at 5:30 am to make the 40 minute commute to his workplace (that’s frigid zero dark thirty five or six months of the year). This sounds like a real hassle, right? It could be - but I prefer not to frame things that way, and as such this has become what might be my favorite part of the week.
I live in New Jersey - and if you are only familiar with the state from TV and film, you are only aware of a tiny (and mostly negative) aspect of the state and the people who live here. In southern New Jersey where we live (think Philadelphia not New York), picture beautiful rolling farmland, not the highways, industrial stations, big box stores, and mini-mansions you see on The Sopranos. New Jersey is not known as the “Garden State” for nothing. Long county routes that link a few small tows with farms in-between. It’s a beautiful drive, and if you are someone who likes to drive like I do, a very fun one if you avoid the wildlife. For parts of the year, I even get to witness the sunrise on my way to or from his workplace in the morning.
There's one catch... the little jerk sleeps on the ride in! I was 17 once, I get it.
This is where TWiR comes in. Before I pull out of the driveway, I press play and my early Sunday mornings are filled the intellectual stimulation of hearing Neil, Dave, and sometimes Chris go on about all things retro. The show makes me think, it makes me laugh, and it sparks my interest in heading home and researching or looking something up that they discuss.
When I retrieve my son in the afternoon, I have him trapped - we know that we’ll have 40 solid minutes a week where we can talk about life, school, work, and more frequently than you’d expect, vintage and modern video games and computer systems.
I will forever have these memories, and This Week in Retro will forever be a part of it. Until the sad day my son gets his own drivers license and I'm released from this task, I won't even listen to TWiR outside of this ritual... I don't want to spoil the feelings and association. Just hearing the intro of the show fills me with warm and fuzzies - nostalgia in the present. I wouldn’t have stuck with the show if it weren’t so damned good, and for me, it’s all about the presenters. I could listen to Neil and Dave (and Chris) talk about anything, to be honest. I think you’ll find when it comes to any podcast or radio show, it’s that chemistry that builds affection with the audience far more than the content, and these gentlemen have that charisma in spades. I’ll confess, I even get a little excited when there is no guest. Though none have ever detracted from the show, I like the pure experience the best.
I’m done carrying on - do any of you have a similar relationship to the show?

Good afternoon all,
I am eyeing up the Nest protect because we need a new smoke alarm with Carbon Monoxide detection too.
But - we also really like the idea of a motion activated light on it.
I do shift work, so I often get home in the middle of the night (or leave in the middle of the night). I can't put the main lights on or I will wake up the kids. Walking around with the light on my phone is just a complete faff.
My question is - will the motion light on this actually light up the hallway enough to be able to see where I'm going? Is it bright enough to see when doing your shoe laces up? I don't expect it to be the same as a normal light... but I'm just wanting enough light to walk along the hallway and see my shoe laces!
(I know it's easy to do shoe laces up in the dark, but it's boots and I miss the hooks when lacing up in the dark. Forst world problems, I know!)
Any videos much appreciated as I can't really find any.
Cheers!

Old throwaway account I still have access to... She uses Reddit, so I don't know if she'll find this or not, but anyway, I am honestly confounded by this situation and don't know what to do.
Backstory: I got into this relationship about a month ago. The girl is crazy over me and asked me to be her boyfriend after the first date. We had sex, drove, and showered together that night. She's nice but a red flag TBH. I didn't want a relationship due to various reasons, in all honesty, but she insisted, and I didn't want to hurt her. She graduated from school one year ago and so did I, and we are taking a break to figure things out. She's going to uni pretty soon, and I'm off to the military.
Not only that, but she told me she worked in a bar as a pianist. She also gives extra lessons to kids about math and other stuff. Then she started telling me more and more about her bar work (main income), and basically it comes down to this. She's an escort. It's a private establishment with a monthly subscription, and she accompanies old men (drinking, smoking, laughing...). I asked her: "Do you sleep with them?" to which she responded no. I'm okay with her work since we are both teens basically, and it's really hard to make money. The only thing I care about a relationship is honesty and not cheating.
Additionally, I myself have a very sexually active past, so I can't really judge her for that. We talked 2 weeks back about it, and she told me that she doesn't want to do that work anymore, and I told her: "great, I'm happy that you select a job that doesn't rely on you solely being a pretty young woman." She told me a couple of days after that she found a gig as a pianist, playing as a freelance artist. She also said her first day at work was coming up soon (now last Sunday). Furthermore, she told me it was a private concert at a house.
She came clean on Thursday and broke down crying that she went back to the bar and worked there again (Sunday). I asked her why she lied to me, and she said: "I never had such a good relationship, it's like I am trying to self sabotage it or smth, and I am really sorry I wanted you to find out."
What do I do in this situation? She lied, she broke my trust. It's not like I wasn't okay with her working there.

I had a strange relationship with deconstruction as my dad was trained at a university level to do apologetics. He was an LDS chaplain in the Army, and every night for scripture study, we got discourses on the nuances of our faith and justifications for every question we ever had. I didn’t swear until I was 18 years old, or drink caffinated anything until about that time as well, because it was never a matter of justification. It was what my family, my tribe, my people did, to go to church on Sunday, and to be worthy. I was senior patrol leader and assistant to the bishop if that clarifies who I was. I didn’t have “God will reveal it in due time” parents. I had “Here’s the answer, here’s contemporary discussion about it. Here’s some reading material if you want to learn more” parents, except for they were wicked smart, and had biased conclusions.
I was called to serve in the Mexico City East mission. Shortly before opening my mission call, I broke up with my girlfriend at the time. i left BYU-I and went home to prepare. I received my endowments after lying to my stake president about my worthiness to enter the house of the lord. I came clean, and he threatened to not let me go out for a year because I was unclean. The prick made me talk to a therapist to be cleared for the mission field. The therapist had a brain and let me go out. When I was giving my mission farewell speech, I wrote it to include the teachings of many religions in it. I had drawn inspiration from the 13th article of faith “We believe all things, hope all things-“ and wrote a poem about how Adam and Eve related to the Resurection and Atonement of christ. My dad tells me the stake president was shifting in his seat like he wanted to pull me down from the pulpit. Prick.
The CCM was a pleasure to attend because of my district. The guys in my district there held a secret thanksgiving feast after hours when we were supposed to be in bed with food we had smuggled out of the cafeteria. We had look outs so we wouldn’t be caught by the patrolling teachers. My district was placed under surveillance because of politics against our spanish teacher who we could tell actually cared about us, and we were transferred into a classroom with one sided mirrors, and microphones hanging from the ceiling. An apostle came to speak to the entire CCM, and I thought we would get a chance to meet with him directly, or that he would be even remotely accessible in some way. He was kept away from us, separate and removed even though we had the same mission. I played a lot of volley ball, and got into shape enough that I touched the rim of a basketball hoop for the first time while I was there.
My first companion was a native speaker, and liked to spend the mornings in the cyber (Internet Cafe). He would make sure I was on LDS.org while he looked at softcore porn on instagram. We would spend hours there, and I was disappointed that this was the mission.
We went to a previous investigators house, and while there, we saw preparations for an animal sacrifice. These guys were putting alcohol, cocaine, and blowing smoke onto a white chicken, and placed in into a cardboard box with a bunch of black chickens. They showed us a room full of weapons, with blood and feathers strewn all over the floor. We noped the fuck out, and went home.
I requested an emergency transfer after spending most days in the cyber, watching my companion deface JW’s property, and being an all around dick to me by telling me how to shower and how to sleep.
For his replacement, the person that would help me with his bastion of knowledge, they gave me a white guy who spoke as much Spanish as I did because he was only a transfer further into his mission than me. They made this poor kid senior companion to me before his first transfer was over. Why? Because the kid was a workaholic.
The first thing this elder and I did when we got to our apartment was to pick up and leave to go to the house of a member who had just died. We sang at the wake. I sang in a language I didn’t know, for people I didn’t know, with a companion I didn’t know. We sounded pretty damn good. The elder began setting appointments with the non-believing family members during the service. I just sat and watched the mindless kids chase the family dog.
This elder skipped lunch every day, and made me do the same. We knocked every door in our area twice that transfer. One time, he got very sick, and was delirious out in the sun with me while we were walking. I made us go home for lunch that day, and he made me promise to wake him up after thirty minutes so we could get back to the Lord’s work. Three hours later he woke up, chewed me out for letting him sleep that long, and then begrudgingly thanked me for making him rest.
One time, while walking, this Elder expressed to me that he also had some questions, but he was afraid to share the details because he knew my own testimony was fragile. I pressed him for details of his plight, and he revealed to me the darkest part of church history that he had learned while we were in the CCM, that Joseph Smith had drank alcohol while in Carthage Jail before he died. Thoughts of Fanny Alger, of Mountain Meadows Massacre, and of my own mother’s rather recently implemented looser interpretation of the word of wisdom all flashed through my head. This guy was supposed to be my teacher? All I could do was express how sorry I was for his confusion, and told him to have faith. Heaven knew I couldn’t help him.
One night with this companion, it was storming hard, and the streets were flooded. This guy refused to let us go home. We climbed along fences to avoid getting our already wet shoes soaked, and waded through a foot of water to get to the doors that were slammed in our faces. There was a loose wire on a door bell, and when I rang it, I was shocked by the completed circuit the water made. Rejection after rejection piled up. Finally, my “senior” companion said that this was the last row of houses. On the last house of the last row, there was a family that was all deaf. The father opened the door, and was suprised to see us and didn’t know who we were. I remembered the sign for Jesus from my grandparents who started and ran the ASL endowment ceremony in the Saint George temple. The family was thrilled we knew the sign. When I asked if we could come in, the family politely waved goodbye and closed the door on our faces.
Another time when it rained, something fell into my eye. It was one of those freak nature accidents, and small enough that I couldn’t figure out how to get it out without a mirror. The thing stayed wedged in the corner of my eye for hours before we got home and I could finally get the foreign object out. Looking at it on my finger, I could see it was a small green spider. Days later, still in pain, I pulled what I can only assume was accumulated webbing from the spider that I’d crushed against my eyeball off of my lower eye lid. The pain stopped after that.
I bought a $500 camera. It was stolen within a month.
This Elder and I had the good luck before transfers to baptize two children. They would have been baptized anyways, so I didn’t do any actual converting, but I taught a few lessons, got in the water and did the dunk. Bucket list item, check.
I didn’t have enough time for laundry on P-Day, so I’d wash my outfit and dry in on the radiator through the night. Transfers happen, and my new companion lied to our land lords about the electricity bill, paying it in full but not giving a reason as to why it was so high. I didn’t care anymore, I just needed something clean to wear, but these land lord had treated me and my previous companion well, better than the previous landlord who had stolen our cleaning supplies. I felt these people deserved honesty. My senior companion capitulated eventually, and he and I butted heads regularly after that on the morality of things. I think in hindsight he was a smarter and better man than I was.
The new land lords, the “Lagunez Family”, were wonderful. They included us in their activities, and I felt like I had some people in my corner. When I eventually came home from my mission, a daughter of the family had written me a goodbye letter. She is currently serving a mission. They made some great music, and I have “Infiltradors” on CD, the official name of the band the father of the family was a part of (he was the drummer).
I knew the whole area by heart by that point, so I navigated us to our appointments. Half of the landmarks I watched for to know our location were interesting buildings with unique colors. The other half of my landmarks were dead dogs whose decaying corpses had become second nature to see. I began marking how much time had passed by how deeply a certain dog on a certain dirt path’s chest was caved in.
There was an apartment complex in my area that I had been told not to proselytize in because “It’s dangerous.” Turns out, those people didn’t have any money, so the church didn’t want them. That complex was past the dog and to the east about ten blocks.
My companion and I knocked on a door, and visited a man who was missing his legs. His daughter was there, putting dirty water on the aching wounds. He had a single room for a house, and wheezed when he spoke. He couldn’t afford medication. He still went out and worked all day for his daughter, and gave her whatever money he made, trusting her to keep him alive somehow. The church expected this man to pay tithing. The church expected me to tell this man to pay tithing.
I got the chance to hike up a mountain. At the top, I played chess with a chess set I’d procured from one of the best rapid chess players I’ve ever met. He had been the ward mission leader. He was a good man, a good father, and I wish him the best.
I found another man who was deaf and spoke sign language. I sat with him, and convinced him to come to church all by myself while my companion talked with some tienda tender. I was so excited because this was my own personal project and it was going well. The man came to church, and I sat with him through sacrament meeting. In Sunday school (I can’t believe I did this), I accidentally drooled on the guy. I was just talking so he could read my lips, and I guess I forgot to swallow at some point because a dolup of spit landed on his arm. I apologized profusely, and he played it off, but I never saw that investigator again.
My companion and I knocked a door one day, and a man answered. He wore tattered clothes, and maggots were burrowing into and out of his feet. He muttered something about the stars, missing his wife, and he began to tear up. My eyes stung from the stench. The door closed. Somehow, I knew the man would be dead in a matter of weeks.
I had lost hope that I was doing anything worth while. I looked down on the Doc Martins that had stayed with me five months at this point. I was angry with myself for being so useless in the field, angry with the church for giving me leaders that didn’t listen to my needs or perspective, angry with my mom for drinking while I had to teach people that it was a sin, angry with my dad for giving me the skills and knowledge to justify anything, even pedophilia in the early days of the church, to the point where I could look someone in the eye, and knowing the kind of man Smith was, tell them he was a good man and a true prophet of God. Suddenly a man approached us. He said he recognized us as missionaries, and asked about our message. This never happened. People didn’t just come up to us unless they were crazy or dangerous. But this was a public place, and this guy was genuine. My companion talked to him, and gathered his story, but I was plotting something else. I was done with not caring about these people in a way that mattered. I was tired of walking in another man’s shoes, a man who wasn’t me, who believed different things than me. The chopped leg, the rotting dogs, the infested feet, it all swirled into a single thought in that moment.
What would Jesus do?
I walked over to the man, and in broken Spanish asked him to stand next to me. He did so, and I compared my shoe size to his foot. It was a perfect match. He protested, but I didn’t let him get a word in edge wise. I took off my shoes, put them on his dirty feet, and laced them up nice and tight. Those shoes had cost a ton, and had been meant to last the whole mission. All I had left at this point were my fancy dress shoes that gave my blisters back at the apartment. I didn’t care. I walked home in my socks that day, happy as a lark.
Covid-19 hit a month later. I was one of the few they brought home instead of quarantining. After having served only 6 months. I told God if he wanted me to stay home, he’d have to make them release me.
They released me. I think I was one of maybe a hundred missionaries that were released due to Covid. The church realized their mistake pretty soon after I was released. Once Covid infrastructure began to develop, they didn’t release any more. I guess I didn’t serve a full two years, but I did serve a full mission.
My brother served, and he nearly killed himself due to intense depression brought on by Covid quarantine and poor leadership (I’ve got a few mission president stories, but those are for another time).
I learned lying to someone’s face from my mission, and spent the rest of my time at BYU-I as “nuanced” until the last two years, over which the most epic hoe phase imaginable became my new mission. I spent those years terrified of getting a call from the honor code office.
I’m married now, with my degree irrevocably in my possession. I have friends and loved ones that are in the church and are working on their mission papers. I’m beginning to feel powerless again. I’m seeing the decay again, not on legs, feet, or dogs anymore, but in the souls of the people who the church raises to do their dirty volunteer work. I see them like the animal sacrifices I saw being prepared. I’m not sure what shoes I have left to give to those people that I know are going to be in pain.
My parents are out completely now. It was a long time coming, but they are out and so much happier. I’m working on building a new relationship with my family, one based off of the fact that we won’t be together forever, so we have to make the most of our time together now.
Happy Sunday guys, best of luck to you all. And most importantly, chupa la piña.

I (a 14 y/o girl) doesn’t know how to feel. ive been going to my middle school since 6th grade, ive seen it grow, seen students come and go, seen bullying, and seen tons and lots of drama. i always complained about it and i “couldn’t wait until the school year was over!” well now my time there will be up in less than a week. i don’t know how to feel. i want to enjoy my childhood but sometimes i feel like an adult trapped in a child’s body. i feel so silly. leaving middle school and going into high school is a bittersweet feeling but it’s more bitter than sweet.

Basically, my parents want to move to Singapore for my education. I have read that Singapore's dress code is SUUUPER strict. I'm a boy, but my hair is the length of a girl's. Could I keep it? My hair feels very necessary to me; I feel bare and exposed without it. Short hair makes me feel EXTREMELY uncomfortable. If I tie my hair, could I keep it? If I can't do anything, what are the consequences? I'd rather be caned than lose my hair.

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It's my first time in Reddit, so if I make some mistakes I apologize. Now let me give some context.
When I was a kid, I already had a problem with failing. I don't remember why or when it started, but I remember that I used to hide my school work from my teacher, because I was scared of being wrong. I remember being very aware of my surroundings.
After 3th grade, one of my friends started to make me show my work to my teacher, so she could help me see if I was right or wrong and I started doing so. Since then, people started to call me smart, a genius, a hardworking student and I believed them. I didn't have to study get an A+, all I had to do is listen to my teacher speak. I thought I was blessed. My mom was proud of me. She always said "I'm so proud of you, you never gave me something to worry about". I felt happy, I felt like I was helping mom by being a genius and always getting straight A's.
In middle school, I started to notice the effects of being called "smart", it grew with me. I hated it, they used to compared me with everything, such as: "I got a higher grade than HIM", "I can't believe HE lost", "if HE can't do it, imagine me haha!". The title of being "smart" was heavy, so I stopped playing against others, because I was scared of losing and seeing their reaction; I stopped doing math in front of my friends, because I was scared of being wrong; I stopped competing against people, to hold my title "I'm perfect"/"I'm smart". I avoided lots of things, to continue to be the "smart kid". I avoided failure.
In my years of highschool, I noticed that I have no value, I lost the sense of being, I'm not smart and I regret not working for it. In 11th grade, a math olympiad came, I decide that I'd do my hardest to get at least a bronze or silver medal, I thought I could if I studied a lot for it. I studied for 4 months. The day came, I went and I did the test. After a month, the results came, and I got a "Honorable Mention" (it's less than a bronze medal). My world broke down: "Where did all my effort go?", "Am I doing something wrong?", "Am I really that smart?". I started to doubt myself, doubt my love for math and my love for trying.
In 12th grade, currently, I decided I wanted a gold medal in the "Brazilian Astronomy and Astronautics Olympiad". I studied for 4 months again, I used YouTube, I solved a lot of problems, I studied college astronomy. The day of the test came up, May 17th 2024. I did my hardest, I spent the max time you could (3 hours) there. I thought I did great. May 18th, the results came out, I got 5/10. My friend who only studied for one day, got 8/10. I feel shame, disappointment, angry, sadness, everything all at once. I failed again in something I actually love.
I tried to use the famous phrase "If you don't fail, you're not even trying" but it's not helping, I still feel like a failure. I feel embarrassed of myself, "The straight A's student can't get a single medal". I hate being called smart, I hate not having noticed it before, I regret myself for that. Failing in something you love, something you devoted your being, something you tried over and over again, it hurts so bad. It hurts like hell, like something is eating your insides. I'm doubting myself, I don't want to go to school tomorrow, I don't want to look at people's faces and their confused look: "Oh my god, I thought (my name) would get something!" Or "Damn, is (my name) really that smart?". I want to avoid it, my body is telling to run away but my mind is telling me to fight it, fight my worse enemy "the smart kid inside of myself"
The effect of being "smart" is not knowing how to deal with failure, I was good without trying, my ego started to speak louder than me. I never actually said I was better than anyone, but my mind believed such a thing. My mom keep saying she's proud of me, my girlfriend, my little brother, my older brother, but I don't feel proud of myself. I don't feel any worth, I feel like I lost my life holding onto a stupid title. I wish I could go back in time to taught my younger self that it's okay to lose and it's okay to not be perfect.
My feelings are all around, I wish I could cry but nothing comes out my eyes. I'm sorry for sounding so dramatic during the context. I want help, I want to stop thinking that way. Maybe it's already too deep inside my mind, and it'll take a long time for me to stop being like that. But I wanna do it. I would appreciate if someone out there could lend some warm words, give some advice or just sharing their own thoughts about it. ("How to stop being 'smart'?", "How do to deal with failure?", "Am I enough?", "How can I stop comparing myself to others?", "Can I be saved?", "How to deal with regret?" -> these are some of the questions I keep asking myself) My dream is to go study abroad in the USA, and I want to major in engineering. So, everything that's happening it hurts me so much, because I know honors speak louder than some things in your application.
Thanks for reading all this, I appreciate your time and effort. Have a nice day!

Hi. Both me and my gf are 18 she's just slightly older than I am. I still haven't graduated high school yet, and I'm on a terrible path. Anyway my girlfriend hasn't taken her birth control in months because we haven't been sexually active. Today me and her had sex and she told me she trusted my pull out. It got to the point where she started begging me to bust. Not even kidding she was actually begging me to and I did. After that she was talking about having my kids. She kept saying she wanted to have my babies and I don't think she's kidding... I asked her if she was going to take her birth control and she said no. Deep down I'm scared to death and have no idea why I made such a terrible decision, but on the surface I told her it was ok and was fine with it. What should I do... she's not joking she said she wanted me in her life forever and I am terrified of what the future can hold since were so young. The sentence "make me a part of my your life forever, let me have your kids" is the most soul crushingly scary thing anyone has ever told me. This can and most likely will end up a disaster... I need people's opinions and advice on this. Ya'll have no idea.

(Father is 42, mother is 47.)
I don't know if this is the right subreddit, but anyhow, I believe that she's right in feeling the way she feels about everything. Not only about what he did, but the fact that his horrible genes passed on down to me as well. I'm the offspring of a deadbeat, so that makes me a piece of shit as well.
My mother says that whenever she looks at me, she sees him, so she can't fully resent him since I remind her of him every day. Which, it's probably safe to say that she does subtly resent me as well.
She couldn't wait until I turned 18, just so she wouldn't have to deal with the stresses of being a single mother. Which does hurt a lot to say the least, but hey, there's nothing I can do about that.
My father has his own trauma from his father being abusive to his mother, and leaving the family when he was 8. He said that he was scared to be a father, and he left me and my mother when I was a toddler.
Anyways, here's the full list of why I believe my mother is right in what she says about me:
1. My father currently owes anywhere between $25k - $30k in back child support, and it accumulated after him and my mother separated when I was a toddler.
2. He was not active at all in my upbringing, and he is selfish. In August of last year, he whined to me about being depressed too much, and that he was seeing a therapist to better himself. Then the next month, he tried to pressure my mother to take him off of paying child support, even after he still owes money.
3. My mother holds resentment towards him, and also me for the whole situation. In October 2022, she got drunk at my uncle's birthday dinner, and told him and his fiancé, whom she just met at that dinner, about an argument me and her had four months prior that involved me not liking her manipulative, and a liar of a best friend who was staying with us at the time. Right in front of me! I had to get up from the table, and go down to the basement to basically cry and let out my emotions.
4. The last five years has really shown me a lot about myself, and my situation. When I was a teenager, I had really horrible attitudes towards my mother (which she says I got from my "father", and she had to bring in her best friend who I mentioned earlier to straighten me out, and make me tougher. They called it "boot camp". It was a rough process, and I could see a bit of a difference, mainly with the attitudes stopping. But overall, I still feel like a weak coward lol. And I am a coward, since I had attitudes towards my mother, who worked her ass off homeschooling me throughout the entirety of elementary school, and worked night-shift jobs. I'm a piece of shit.
5. My mother only married my father because she was pregnant with me. After what will be 21 years later in December this year, him and her are still married. She's sent him divorce papers to sign before, but he wouldn't sign them. I don't know what the process is to get a divorce, but I always that both parties had to consent to get it.
With all of that being said, I believe it's important to disclose that I am currently planning on dying this year. I don't believe that I deserve to live at all. I messed up two people's lives. Plus, I'm the product of a no-good person. I'm taking out the trash (myself), so to speak.