#I hate the philippine weather

[iamespecter]

My setup is all wet, it finally rained after months of continuous scorching sunlight exposure but the rain is so aggressively violent that everything it could get it's hands on is kinda ruined so I'm just sitting here and contemplating what to do next

[djminte2000]

I LOVE MY COUNTRY, HATE THE CONDITIONS RN.

Chat why is the PH SO FCKING WARM RN HOLY FAK. literally today i set my shower on cold, first few seconds, cold, next 20 minutes of showering, STEAMING WATER. SIR I WANTED COLD WATER. ITS HOT. IN THE PH. IM SO FAKING DONE. 😔 bros im going insane, naol mga nasa canada (Im jealous of people in canada) ITS LITERALLY 35°C (95°F) IN SOME OF THE PLACES IN THE PH IM SO DONE WITH MY COUNTRY. pray for us filipinos pls guys 🙏😔‼️

[ghoul-haunted]

ngl I am considering things. like. if I want to invite friends to the philippines, I will probably have to make friends who don't hate hot weather and can tolerate humidity. there's gotta be someone at a conversational group or a library get together who likes hot weather and wants to eat food by the ocean.

[fishareglorious]

The weather is demented here in the mornings so goddamn cold that my fingers and toes feel like ice but once 11am hits its so hot that if you crawl inside an open oven you’d probably feel the same temperature

[blackreaderfics]

Hygge | Nanami Kento x Tiana

↳ Pairing : Nanami Kento x Tiana

↳ Rating :  T

↳ Summary : Nanami breaks his well cultivated routine 

↳ W.C : 4.4k

↳ A/N: the voices in my head got me y’all… this is a purely self indulgent fic featuring relatable king Nanami (I, too, do not dream of labor✊🏾) and black girlbossqueen Tiana

↳ Tags + Warnings: xenophobia from a side character, fluff, set in Tokyo, next door neighbors, cultural differences, salaryman x cafe owner, they can speak each other’s languages but not fluently

🎵 A Commuter’s Trip (The Commuter OST) by Roque Baños

🎵 Hello Stranger by KAI

Hygge (n.) | Danish

“the feeling of calm, comfort, and contentment evoked by life’s simple joys”

Nanami had a simple routine. Wake up at 6, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast by 7:45 and be out of the door—at the latest—a minute before 8. He had everything calculated to the T. If Nanami had been a minute too late—let’s say 8:01— he would miss the morning train and therefore be late for work, and he was never late. He had taken into account all contingencies i.e. a train delay, traffic, inclement weather, and made sure he was prepared for any and all possibilities.

That’s why, much to his chagrin, he was “Employee of the Month” every month since he had been promoted from associate to advisor. Most workers would’ve taken pride in that, felt their presence valued at their company. But Nanami didn’t care much for awards or titles, in fact, he just hated working period. He made sure to always clock out at 6 p.m. on the dot. One minute more would be overtime and he didn’t want to give his thankless job a second more of his labor. 

When he left work, he always went straight home. When his head hit the pillow and he closed his eyes, thoughts about the next day would drift into his mind. 

Did the market close up or down? What reports did he need to finish? There’s a client meeting coming up; the presentation deck needs to be prepared… Just two more days. Get through two more days and it’s the weekend. 

And so on and so on. Wash rinse repeat. 

He presumed this endless cycle of corporate monotony would continue until the day he turned 40, after which he could retire and live modestly in a country like Malaysia or the Philippines to catch up on all the reading he missed. Perhaps even find a nice woman and marry her while he was there.

The marriage part was new—an afterthought after years of daydreaming—and he didn’t really think much about the kind of woman he wanted to marry. What she looked like or what she did was more of an amorphous thought, a vague idea in his mind. 

Until her.

He met her by accident. Nanami had been cooking, a hobby he only indulged in on the weekends, and he was just in the middle of making a rolled omelet when he heard a loud thump outside his door.

His apartment building was more of an office building which meant that his floor didn’t get much traffic. The people who rented rooms were not really tenants who lived there, but workers looking for an extra workspace.  He had assumed the thump to be a delivery man outside his door so, naturally, he was surprised when it wasn’t the post, but a foreigner woman standing outside the room next door.

The woman had a heavy bag of groceries balanced in the crook of her arm and another by her feet that he presumed had been the source of the sound. When they made eye contact, he had been so startled that he quickly closed his door. The apartment next to his had been empty for months, but it looked like it had finally been rented out. 

He thought nothing more of it until her very presence began to infiltrate his well-maintained routine. Every morning, if he was quiet enough, he could faintly hear her humming as he got dressed. Other times, he could hear upbeat jazzy music on the weekends if he opened his window.

Every night, he was surrounded by the fragrance of whatever she seemed to be cooking. Most of the time it was sweet, other times it was savory. It wasn’t an unpleasant aroma, just noticeable to the point where its absence would feel strange. There were days when they would leave for work at the same time, though oftentimes he would end up holding the elevator door open for her when she left her apartment a few minutes after he did. 

In the brief moments they encountered, Nanami made small observations about her: She was an American. Beautiful. Unmarried—Americans wore rings on their ring finger to signify marital status, he’d noticed she didn’t.

He couldn’t infer her job or what exactly brought her to Tokyo in the first place from her appearance alone, however. He’d seen a fair amount of young foreign teachers in the city. He wondered if she was a teacher. She looked young enough. A missionary? She dressed modestly and wore sensible shoes. Her curly hair was often tied into a low bun. From the very slim list of what young American women did for work in Tokyo, he decided on teacher and his curiosity was sated. 

One day he found out. After a long day of work, he walked his usual route from the train station back to his apartment building but was redirected due to construction at his usual subway exit. When he alighted from the escalator he was on a different street entirely. The extra few minutes from this detour would undoubtedly cut into the time he’d set aside to unwind, and subsequently, he’d have to make a few adjustments to still get a full 8 hours of sleep.

He loosened his tie and sighed inwardly as he walked on. Since he’d moved to this district last year he didn’t make much effort to visit any new places. For all he was concerned, he only really needed to know his route to work and the nearest Starbucks. 

So when he passed by a small cafe called “Tiana’s Place”, it didn’t immediately click that the jazz he’d heard playing softly from her apartment was the same music that was playing now. It was familiar enough that it gave him pause. Where had he heard that song before? When he finally caught sight of her—his neighbor— through the glass window, it finally registered that she wasn’t a teacher or a missionary, but a cafe worker, and from the looks of it, she owned the place. 

He watched her dimples deepen as she interacted with customers, giving each and every one of them a tireless smile. Before he knew it, Nanami found himself inside the cafe whisked into the after-work rush of impatient office workers. She was so busy already, the only indication of strain being a moment when she blew the hair out of her face before the next customer walked up to order. He planned to buy something small and leave; he wanted to give her time to catch her breath but inadvertently in his musings he was already holding up the line. 

She was…right in front of him? And speaking to him now? It was the first time he’d heard her voice and he decided it suited her. She spoke in Japanese and, though accented, was clear and practiced enough in a way that impressed him.

“Are you still deciding, sir?” Impossibly large brown eyes waited in expectation for him to order.

He broke out of his reverie quickly enough to make it seem like his stalling was deliberate, his unmarred poker face further upholding the charade.

He scanned the prepackaged foods and retrieved the first thing that looked like bread. “Just this.” 

“Good choice,” She looked positively elated as she scanned the barcode and activated the card machine. “Beignets are my specialty.” She was beaming at him. Not in a “thank you come again” customer way but like in a he’d just made her entire week way. She was so laughably easy to please that it discomfited him.

He muttered a “thank you”, taking the package and turning to leave quickly before he met her eyes again. The Fall of Icarus was a cautionary tale for a reason, he wouldn’t risk another trip into the sun.

Nanami’s routine had drastically altered over the next few weeks. Every morning he’d gotten used to riding down the elevator with her. They greeted each other regularly, albeit a bit awkwardly, in the shared space—A slight bow from him as he held the doors open, reciprocated by a grateful wave from her.

The last time they shared an elevator, however, they'd accidentally brushed hands while reaching for the ground floor button. For some reason, that unnerved Nanami. So now, most times, he avoided that, opting to wait and listen to the click of her door before he left the house. For good measure, he started taking the stairs. As a result, Nanami had added an extra 10 minutes to his morning commute.

The detour, having yet to be fixed, took him past the café every day. Though Nanami knew the process of waiting in line would add an extra 15 minutes to his after-work trek, he did so anyway, calculating that picking up a quick dinner bento would be a fair trade to taking the time to cook something for himself. 

“What can I get for you today, sir?”  

He knew her name now—Tiana, from the name tag she wore, and the sign on the storefront. He noticed from the way her eyes would widen as he approached, that she recognized him now too.

“Black tea. No sugar, please.” He placed his usual prepackaged meal and packet of beignets on the counter, taking out his wallet. Nanami didn’t always plan to add beignets to every order, but he found himself reaching for them every time, dreading her predictable delight when he did. Ordering tea was another stroke of impulse he didn’t account for, but it wasn’t so busy now, he could enjoy it before he went home.

He decided on a table by the window, savoring the warm liquid as the sun set to a melancholy soundtrack of brass and bass. It was like being transported to another time, outside of crowded subway cars and the hustle of his high-powered office.

Nanami closed his eyes and felt something akin to contentment. When he exhaled, the stiffness in his shoulders abated, and the strain behind his eyes subsided. Was this what it was like to finally relax? 

He was about to take another sip of his drink when he heard a loud bang. The front door to the restaurant had flown open, a bulky man with greasy hair and a lecherous smile stalking in. Nanami’s eyes trailed after the man’s movements, the cup still raised to his lip.

“I’d like a dozen of those powdered donut things. Ya got any of those?” The man leered at the part-timer manning the counter. He sauntered back and forth at the register, eying the self-serve pastries in the display. 

“Sure, would you like them fresh? There aren’t enough ready-made ones for a dozen, but if you’re willing to wait there’s a new batch being made—” 

The man picked up a package of beignets that had been warming under a heated case and without warning, ripped open the package and took a bite.

“S-sir! You need to pay for that first!” The part-timer sputtered.

“Well, I’m waitin’ for that new batch. I wanna try before I buy.” The delinquent guffawed and attempted another gleeful bite only for the pastry to be smacked out of his hand and onto the floor.

He whirled around to face Tiana, bursting into laughter upon seeing her. “And who the fuck are you supposed to be?” 

“Call the police,” Tiana stated calmly to her employee as she stared down the man. Her usual polite smile had been replaced with a stony-faced expression. “Sir, if you’re not going to buy anything then it’s best you leave.”

“Huh? What was that? I can barely understand you, foreign bit-AHh” A pressure on the man’s shoulder made him crumple in pain.

“Your ears must not be working. I can understand her perfectly well,” Nanami murmured, his vice-like grip squeezing at the juncture between the man’s neck and shoulder. While the delinquent whimpered pathetically at the deepening pressure, Nanami directed his attention to Tiana, motioning with a slight tilt of his head for her to step away. “It’s not worth your trouble, I’ll take care of it.” 

She nodded reluctantly and joined her staff member who was now waiting with a phone at her ear behind the counter.

Nanami appeared to be saying something to the man now, but in a volume that Tiana couldn’t hear. His face was calm, betraying no emotion while the delinquent paled gradually in terror, trembling under his grip. The moment Nanami released him, the man scrambled out of his grasp and prostrated himself on all fours.

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I PROMISE I WON’T DO IT AGAIN PLEASE—” He shouted hysterically and proceeded to do a fervent bow of penitence. 

Tiana looked at Nanami quizzically but was only met with a mild shrug. 

“Alright alright,” she stepped around the counter to placate him. If he could just stop snotting up the floor she just mopped and get out of there, they could just forget this all happened.

The tinkling bell sound of the cafe door opening interrupted the scene; everyone’s attention shifted from the blubbering man on the floor to the police officer who had just stepped in. 

Before anyone could speak, the man sprang up from the ground and ran toward the policeman. “OFFICER! IT'S ALL MY FAULT I ADMIT IT! ARREST ME, PLEASE! JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Within 10 minutes the offender was cuffed—willingly, to the cop’s surprise— and whisked noisily out of the cafe just as quickly as he’d burst in. Nanami, suddenly uninterested in the commotion, walked calmly back to his table and gathered his things. 

Tiana made her way over to Nanami, eyeing the man through the window. He was currently being escorted to a police car on the curb. Still in hysterics, he’d practically thrown himself into the back of the car.

“Ok…what on earth did you say to that man?” She quirked an eyebrow at the blonde businessman.

That this cafe is his one and only oasis in the heaping pile of shit called life, and if even so much as one insignificant waste of air like him tries to ruin it he’ll have no choice but to chop his fingers off one by one and shove them down his throat so hard he’ll be shitting fingernails for weeks…among other things.

It would’ve been improper to divulge this to Tiana, of course.

“I asked him to apologize,” he said instead in simple English, a far cry from the eloquently horrific threats he’d made in his native language. 

“Really?” She asked, accepting the sudden change of language in stride. Her arms were crossed, her hip jutted to the side, face incredulous. “Just like that?”

“I’m rather persuasive.”

After a beat she laughed. 

Nanami didn’t consider himself a funny person. And frankly, he didn’t understand why she was laughing now but he welcomed it, if only to see that the earlier disturbance hadn’t caused her too much distress.

“Well, thank you kindly,” she drawled in between giggles, her southern accent now unmistakable when she switched to English. “Mister…” 

“Kento.” He offered his first name, aware he was skipping over several customary stages of familiarity. In any other case, anyone less than an acquaintance addressing him by his first name would be extremely frowned upon. But it was common business practice to use given names when dealing with American clients; he thought it fitting to do the same with her.

He reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a silver business card holder, and passed over an impressive looking card: 

Nanami Kento, Investment Advisor

“If there are any similar issues please don’t hesitate to contact me.” He repeated an English phrase that had come in handy from past business dealings.

“Mr. Kento,” she repeated to herself with finality studying the card. Tiana faintly wondered why a guy with a fancy title—and the most expensive suits she’d ever laid eyes on— lived in the modest one-room apartment right next to hers. She pocketed the card and patted around for her own business card. 

“I would’ve given you my own card too. But if you ever need to contact me—”

“Boss!” Her part-timer called out, waving her over from where she stood next to a police officer holding a clipboard.

“I’d better go, you know where to find me.” She excused herself with an apologetic smile.

Unfortunately for Nanami, this little ordeal had cost him another hour of wasted time.

The next day Nanami waited for the familiar click of her door shutting before starting his commute. When he exited his apartment, he could still see the silhouette of her back walking towards the elevator bank. 

She left without an umbrella, he noted to himself as he walked part of the way down the hallway. He imagined walking up to her and bringing it up casually as they waited for the elevator. But as soon as she’d turned his direction he changed course abruptly, legs moving on their own through the emergency exit and down the stairs.

Work went on as usual. He sat at his desk going over the pitch deck, but his eyes could not seem to follow the text. Instead, he found himself gazing out the window, watching the clouds slowly darken in the horizon. 

“Fucking weather, right? News said it’s gonna rain like a bitch the next few days.”

His boss had walked up behind him, crouching at his eye level to see what Nanami was looking at. 

“Hope you brought your galoshes, rookie, we’re going overtime today for that big client meeting. Dinner’s on me.” His boss clapped a hand on his shoulder and went off to bother a different team.

He tried to return his attention to his work, but he couldn’t. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes against the blue light of his computer screen. All he could think about was the rain.

Tiana had hoped that by the time she closed, the rain would’ve stopped. But she found herself outside the doors of the cafe, reluctant to leave. The rain hadn’t let up, and it didn’t look like it was stopping any time soon.

It was a day of disappointments. On top of forgetting her umbrella, Nanami hadn’t come into the shop that day. She’d gotten used to seeing him enter the store at the same time every day, and perhaps even looked forward to it. 

She took one tentative step outside, shivering through the draft of wind. She didn’t live far, maybe it would be alright if she just ran home with a plastic bag over her head. Tiana locked the door behind her and raised the collar of her jacket, clasping it with her hand to protect her neck. On the count of three, she lifted the plastic takeout bag over her head and took the plunge.

After a few strides in the pelting rain, it suddenly stopped—She had run into something or someone. The rain made it difficult to see where she was going so she blindly sputtered a reflexive “I’m so sorry!” in English at whoever it was that she had run into.

When she wiped the rain out of her eyes she could see nothing but an impeccably tailored pinstripe suit in the dim of the streetlights. It was Nanami and he was holding an umbrella over her head. His collar was unbuttoned without a tie, and he looked utterly exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes were even more pronounced from where she stood underneath him.

“Mr. Kento? Are you alright? What are you—”

“I figured you could use an umbrella,” he said dryly and pretty pointedly at her makeshift plastic bag hat.

“Yea, I guess I could use one of those,” she laughed breathlessly and took the bag off her head, before giving him one of those heart-stopping smiles he loathed. “You saved my life.*”

The corner of his mouth quirked slightly, amused. Perhaps because her choice of words sounded highly literal, almost…cute?, in Japanese. He “saved her life” just by sharing his umbrella? Americans were known to have a penchant for the dramatic. But he didn’t bother to correct her, instead, he only hummed somewhat of an affirmative response.

They walked in a comfortable silence down a familiar tree-lined path leading to their apartment building. She noticed Nanami’s shoulder getting wet, and leaned closer to him. 

Feeling the imperceptible shift, he gave the woman beside him a sidelong glance. His eyes settled on the loose wisp of hair he’d always seen her blowing out of her face.

It bothered him.

Maybe it was the fatigue-driven delirium, but he was struck with the inane compulsion to brush that lock out of her eyes. He couldn’t have been more grateful for the umbrella currently occupying his hand, otherwise, he would’ve indulged it.

Tiana reached over and gently adjusted the umbrella closer over his side. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that nice suit of yours,” she said softly.

“I hate this suit.” The curt statement came off a bit more brusque than he’d initially intended, though, it was true. He hated that suit and everything it represented.

She looked at him curiously, wondering if this was another aspect of his humor. But from what she could see on his countenance, he was entirely serious. 

He glanced at her again, catching the confused look on her face. “I don’t mind if it gets wet,” he reiterated this time with the intended lack of severity, along with a kind of finality that implied an end to the discussion of his suit and his decision to prioritize her dryness. They continued the rest of the way, the umbrella above them biased towards her side.

When they got to the apartment he held the building door open, letting her walk through first. 

“Thank you again for yesterday. That man, he was—” she paused to conjure the correct word.

“He was being a nuisance,” he completed, pushing the button for the elevator door. Naturally, he had chosen the same number for their floors, and when they arrived at their floor he waited for her to alight before walking after her.

When they finally reached their neighboring doors, he set his umbrella on the hallway floor for it to dry and began to punch in the code for his door. 

“Mr. Kento, wait a moment.”

He stilled his movement and watched as she rummaged into her purse. 

Tiana pulled out a paper box from her bag and presented it to him, “I was going to give these to you earlier if you came in. Glad they didn’t get wet.”

It was a small gesture. Even so, he was reluctant to take it.

“You… didn’t have to,” he frowned, eyeing the box.

“You didn’t have to walk me home, either,” she shrugged. 

“We’re neighbors. We were going in the same direction,” he said plainly, though, he didn’t entirely believe the words as they left his mouth either. It was unlike him to go anywhere else except straight home after working overtime. He hadn’t run into her by some coincidence or divine guidance. He’d gone there on purpose, and he had a sinking feeling she figured that out already too.

“Then just think of it as a ‘thank you gift’,” she insisted, tugging gently at his wrist and nudging the box softly into his hands. “For being my favorite customer.”

He shifted uncomfortably to receive the box with both hands. It was an unfamiliar concept for him to be anyone’s favorite anything.

“Good night, Mr. Kento.” Tiana’s voice had an amused lilt to it. Nanami must’ve stood there frozen because she was already halfway through her door, a knowing smile on her lips.

He regained his composure and mumbled back a formal “Good night, Miss. Tiana,” —her name a bit alien on his tongue—before retreating back inside.

When the door shut behind him, he immediately shed his suit jacket. His body was much too warm despite one side being wet; his collar much too tight, despite his lack of tie.

Nanami stared at the assortment of pastries that Tiana had given to him. He couldn’t recall the last time he willingly ate dessert though he assumed if he had, it would’ve probably been with Gojo and his infantile palate.

Truthfully, Nanami didn’t really like sweets at all. The first time he bought those beignets, he’d just picked up the first thing in line that day and just…never stopped buying it. Over the past weeks, he’d amassed a bevy of unopened bags of the foreign confection and they were occupying the much-needed counter space of his kitchen. 

It was rather ironic for an investment advisor to be so frivolous with his money. Spending on foods he didn’t even eat when was supposed to be saving it didn’t make any sort of financial sense. He had been planning to retire by 40, and now he’d have to add an extra 5 years to his projections over mere fried dough.

Nanami turned over the yellow business card for “Tiana’s Place” that he had found wedged in the box. A simple “Bon Appétit ;) -T.” was written on the back.

He picked up a beignet from the box and took a bite—It was made for him, after all. He chewed it slowly, the consistency not too far off from that of a baguette. It wasn’t too sweet, either. In fact, it was…delicious? Better than any dessert he’s had before. Maybe everything he’d tried before this was just a crude imitation, a poor excuse for the craft of baking. 

Perhaps he did like sweets or even dessert right before bed. Maybe he didn’t even mind that he wouldn’t be getting his full 8 hours of sleep. If he concentrated hard enough, her faint humming as she got ready for bed filled the silence of his apartment. He could stay up even longer if at all possible.

When he finally closed his eyes, a rush of different kinds of thoughts flooded his mind. 

Some were more mundane: Maybe I’ll have a beignet for breakfast or It’s probably going to rain tomorrow. 

Some were imaginations: plump glossy lips curved in an oversweet smile meant solely for him. His fingers gently tucking that bothersome tendril of hair behind her ear. 

He finally drifted to sleep with one last thought just as simple as the others, a tiny hope that she would forget her umbrella again.

*A/N: Tiana’s words sound like a literal translation/unnatural because she’s a non-native speaker ex. “you saved my life” vs a more natural/colloquial “you’re a lifesaver”

©️ blackreaderfics // credit to cafekitsune for the dividers

[wifetomegatron]

countries and cities i've been to that i think the lost light crew will enjoy (vol. i)

i think ratchet would like switzerland. snowy alps, open green fields where purple and yellow poppies littered across the grass dance with the northern wind. he enjoys the secluded valleys and will spend hours just driving past the topaz lakes. he likes the quiet of it all, the serenity, the closure. he makes drift join him in their holoforms to walk, taking in the traditional log houses and brightly-colored buildings, shops, and restaurants surrounded by lush woodlands, upland meadows, and snow-capped cliffs. grindelwald because drift is fascinated by humans and their winter sports, ascona for when it gets warmer and the boats are out by the docks. in a first contact au, ratchet would most likely end up working in either zurich or geneva, working closely with earth's international bodies like the united nations to facilitate human-cybertronian relations. i can also see the medic crew stationed there as well; running the first cybertronian medical facility on earth.

drift, predictably, would prefer japan more. osaka and tokyo for its entertainment, where he and rodimus would spend hours exploring the nightlife in their disguises. at times, they would even go as their alt-modes. rodimus gets ahead of himself with all the attention he's getting. he'd travel through many prefectures, driving past the borders to clear his head — perks of having a conjunx that works closely with human organizations is that he gets exempted from all the paperwork — but always end up somewhere private, tranquil. the shrines, the forests, the mountains — he would even be bold enough to dream of settling down there. one time ratchet flew in to visit him at a resort by the foot of mount fuji, and his husband was neck-deep inside the natural saunas. content and purring, sinking into recharge against the stones.

i have a feeling brainstorm and skids would stir up trouble somewhere in the netherlands. most likely in the infamous lecture halls of leiden university, where great minds like descartes and rembrandt once walked in. they'd hate the weather, where the sun becomes optional the moment it hits autumn (even before, apparently.) the roads are small, so they'd have difficulty navigating at first, nearly driving into a canal because of how fast people bike. direct, with just the right amount of witty, the pair are glad to enjoy the company of dutchies without having to rely on their (human) food because nothing that they've seen looks appealing or digestible. getaway is also there, most likely in amsterdam, where his holoform is most likely to get cornered in an alley and have his bike stolen.

nautica would love the sea, the vast, great open oceans of southeast asia would be the perfect place for her. ever the adventurer, she would drag riptide and velocity with her to explore the islands of the philippines & indonesia. where she'd learn how to dive and swim with the animals past the coral reefs. sweet girl nearly cried when she saw a group of whale sharks. anode and lug are content sitting by the beach, sipping on their latest invention — coconut-infused energon. bali is where i imagine the girls ( and riptide ) would go for a nice getaway. the people are all smiles, warm and friendly, and passionate about their culture. even if the two are more inclined towards the sciences, the flourishing art and spirituality of the balinese people made them feel at home again. ( if not nostalgic for caminus.)

i know rodimus is living his life in spain. maybe it won't be his designated home on earth. but with the lost light stationed in geneva, where ratchet, minimus, and megatron are with the rest of the united nations council ( because there is no way they can park the ship anywhere in the new york branch ), barcelona was his first solo trip on earth without straying too far from his co-captain's watchful eye. it was the peak of summer and there he was under the sun. the people were only initially surprised, but then again, they'd probably seen weirder things than a sixty-foot-tall robot asking them if he could join their game of volley by the beach. he bumps into krok and his rag-tag team — who's also trying to get away from minimus — so that's how he and misfire end up nearly drowning after a competitive game of water tag.

[mtzbshi]

“ Friendship is like a beautiful constellation, it's a pattern of unique individuals that form and come together as the stars.”

— Raine D. C. 🐮🫐🌧️

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Fun Facts :

Her favourite flower is blue bellflower !

Her Surname is De Castro !

She loves Indie Music like Mistki, Laufey, Vansire and Oldies music ABBA !

She loves anything related to blueberry especially blueberry cheescake ! 🫐🍰

She has sensitive ears, so please don't yell at her Benson ^^ !

She loves wearing thick, loose and cozy leg warmers !

She was born on a rainy day

She dislikes sour, overflavoured food and carbonated drinks

She loves dressing up in European specifically English and Scottish fashion ! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 But on her daily basis, she wears navy blue – dark coquette ! You can tell that one of her favourite colours is navy blue, including cream white and black !

She's insecure of her legs since she thinks that she neither looks like a complete cow nor a human. She also wanted to wear shoes but she couldn't because she has trotters ( cow feet / heels ) (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

She spends her time in the library during free time, fashion designing, or tries to cook her family's recipe when she feels homesick

She can speak Tagalog, Filipino ( I can tell the difference, so don't try me (¬⤙¬ ) ), English and English Sign Language !

She used to think that she was a Rhino since she had a stuffed toy named Rio 🦏

She loves soft breezes and rain but despises the rainstorm especially the petrifying sounds of the thunder. Please comfort and cover her ears (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

She dislikes hot weather since she hates sweating

She gets mistaken with Rigby being a child since of his wee height

She loves to drink cold green tea and milk coffee !

She loves her long back hair being braided, decorated with flowers or hairclips ! ( her hair is Jellyfish cut like Rindou Haitani's from Tokyo Revengers but Raine has a layered bob cut )

She can play the ukulele !

She loves to sleep and loves the softest and thickest pillows and blankets !

She calls everyone Sir / Mister / Miss / Mis-iz to show respect since she was raised to be a polite cowlette ( my term for little female calf ! )

She's Spiritual, not Religious therefore she has her own beliefs and doesn't depend what's according to the Bible

She loves astronomy and wants to discover a star one day and the name is Pluviane Astra ( Pluvia ( Rain in Latin ) + Raine = Pluviane ) + ( Astra ( Star in Latin )

She was raised to be independent that she couldn't ask for help :c

If Raine was a song, she would be Meteor Shower by Cavetown !

By Electio Aroace, she neither feels sexual or romantic attraction however, she wants to be either in those relationships

Raine is heavily inspired by Kobeni Higashiyama from Chainsaw Man, Anxiety from Inside Out 2, Sucrose from Genshin Impact, Ebina Nana from Himouto! Umaru-chan, Hinata Tachibana, Mitsuya Takashi and Takemitchi Hanagaki from Tokyo Revengers, and my bashful self when I'm with the person I secretly admire ! So please pardon her for crying because she's really shy and wanted to make a good impression, Raine has mild social anxiety, she truly dislikes crowded and loud places because she feels like she's being stared at or made fun of her " unhuman-ish " look

She used to be a Criminology student, Raine is currently learning Arnis and Kickboxing ! She can run swiftly and has great agility and reaction time (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

If she were in an intimate relationship with one of the characters, I suppose she would be with Thomas / Nikolai and since I wanted angst, I'll be making a sad love short story between them and it will be called " I Got Your Six " BUT ! She used to have a lover named Laurent back in the Philippines 3 years ago but he passed away due to sickness ( • ᴖ • )

She loved Laurent calling her Ambon ( mist ; gentle rain in Filipino ) and Raine used to call him Tala ( Star in Filipino ) since he's the reason why she adored the night sky, he would always talk about space with her

She is familiar with Filipino Witchcraft, Paranormal Communication, and Rituals (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

• ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ୨୧ ┈ • ୨୧ ┈ • ୨୧ ┈ • ୨୧ ┈ • ୨୧ ┈ •

[king-maven-calore]

Hi Annie! I hope you are doing well, being an awesome doctor and making people feel better!

I just realized that I have not been sending you Chibi updates for months. So here he is!

I edited Chibi with a beach background cause the weather here in the Philippines is very hot and humid, even the students have half-day classes to avoid nosebleeds from the heat. 🤕

Hope you are eating well and staying safe.⛑️

Also, I just wanna ask if you have any tv series or movie recommendations that have badass characters and romance that could make me go "Oh damn! (but respectfully)."

hi love! he's looking devilishly handsome as ever <3 Thanks for the update!

As for TV recs... I don't know what to tell you bestie, I have no patience for streaming services these days 😓 I guess Bridgerton, especially Queen Charlotte, is always a safe, cozy romance show if you haven't watched it yet. I have three Turkish series recs that I'm living for (they're basically the only thing I watch)

1- Adim Farah: it's a romantic/ crime drama about a cleaning lady with an adorable immunocompromised child, who witnesses a murder and gets tangled up in mafia troubles. There's this criminal lord who falls in love with her. It's excellent.

2- Gülcemal: starts out as a dark (more like gray IMO) romance, strong Beauty and the Beast vibes. It's about a man who goes back to his hometown to take revenge on his evil mother, and ends up becoming obsessed with a woman who happens to be the evil mother's new protégé. Absolutely unhinged hate-to-love trope. I love this show so much.

3- Destan: a historical drama/ romance with great political intrigue. It tells the story of a warrior who fights for her tribe and steals from the unjust Khanate to give to the poor. Also, she has a very sweet story going on with one of the princes (aka the son of the man that killed her father). Akkiz is a god-tier badass female protagonist.

idk if any of those fit your criteria, but they're so much fun. I hope you check out at least one of them 😘

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

The rooms restaurant is near to you ??

Rruga Sami Frashëri, Tirana, Albania

Once again, you're a stranger and trying to be creepy. I'm going to answer this just once so that you get it in your head: if I wanted to be that public, I would have been; the fact that I don't even share my picture over here means I don't want to share anything that personal that resonates with my person in real life. Also, the rule of thumb is to keep your location private on the internet lmao. You picked the first city that you searched on the internet in the previous asks, which was Korca, asking if I knew one of the biggest cities in Albania. Then, ask about one of the first restaurants that come up when you search them. You also lied and got mad when I rick-rolled you (I saw the hateful asks, but I chose to ignore posting them; either way, keep them coming; they fill me with energy, haha). How's the weather there in the Philippines, by the way?

[sixminutestoriesblog]

rain

Rain, rain go away

Come again on mama's washing day

It's a lovely rainy, grey day here. Bad for getting any work done outside but lovely for staying indoors with something comforting to drink. Before I worked from home, I used to hate rainy days. It felt terrible having to get up and go out and seal myself up in some box building, knowing I was wasting such lovely writing weather. Most places I worked, you couldn't even hear the rain on the roof. You should be able to call off work for rain, from running any errands in fact, on rainy days. We should all be allowed to be little field animals, tucked safely in our dens, snacking on stored food and napping on rainy days. That goes double for lovely stormy days.

Sursurrus means a whispering or rustling sound.

Let's talk rain in superstition and folk lore.

As might well be expected rain has far too many superstitions associated with it for me to begin to even cover half of them. I will tackle a few though.

Farming, for obvious reasons, is very interested in predicting when its going to rain. Everyone knows someone that swears they can feel approaching weather changes in their bones/joints/bunyuns but did you know that if you see turkeys dancing, it means rain is coming? Insects flying low over water, and fish jumping above it, is a sign of rain. "If a rooster crows after six in the evening, his head will be wet before morning." Chickens preening their feathers after a storm means there's still more rain to come. Cows laying down in the evening means rain before morning. A ring around the moon at night on a starless sky means rain. If Wednesday's sunset is behind a cloud, it will rain by Sunday. And if aspen leaves stop quivering - honey, you've got a big storm coming.

Rain is also, understandably, considered a portent.

Rain after a funeral is nature's way of mourning a good life gone or celebrating a soul getting into heaven. Rain falling on a bride and groom in Russia on their wedding day is good luck, indicating wealth and children in their future. In Europe rain at a wedding represents how many tears over her bad marriage a bride will shed.

Don't wear red during a storm in the Philippines. You might get struck by lightning.

In England, there's a humorous story behind the superstition that if it rains on Saint Swithin's day (July 15), it will rain for forty days afterward.

"Red sky in morning, sailors take warning. Red sky at night, sailor's delight."

"Rain from the east, two days wet at least."

Do you want to cause it to rain?

Go outside and wash your car. Or, if you're in Norway, whistling at the sun also brings rain. A woman is discouraged from whistling in Europe and America, lest she 'whistle up the wind' and she is never permitted to whistle onboard a ship for the same reason. In fact, for many sailors, anyone whistling onboard a ship is risking calling in a storm, regardless of gender. Throughout Europe, dunking a holy relic into a nearby body of water can cause it to rain. In England, burning ferns or heather does the same.

Do you want it to stop raining? In England, send your oldest kid outside to get naked and stand on their head.

Rain is also considered a cure for a huge number of ailments from eyesight problems to warts. In Wales, you can bath a baby in rainwater to get them talking sooner than their peers. Wash money in rainwater so it can never be stolen.

And of course -

never open an umbrella indoors.

What rainy day superstitions - or traditions - do you have?

[fleursbending]

ahhhhh … marcy, right?🥹 that’s so precious!!.!.!. omggg how hot is it there.?..?! i’m in a snowstorm currently HAHSHAHA. hoping i’ll be able to get out of my driveway in the morning 🫢 I LOVE HEARTSTOPPER OMGGGGGG THAT SOUNDS LIKE SO MUCH FUN!!! eheheheh. i am about to finish up some laundry and then have a little self care night eeehehhehe🙌🏻💓

i lOVE YOUUUU

its not even that bad help im just a lil bitch and hate the heat / hot weather which is ironic considering i lived in the philippines for a chunk of my life but!!! I HOPE U WERE ABLE TO GET TO WORK OK? they shud just close if theres a mfing snowstorm! self care is the best care i hope u had fun!! AND YESDSHSHS HEARTSTOPPER im so excited for the new season!

[n0resistance]

April

    Spring is here and a lot of changes are happening including the weather. This time of year makes me miss my mom the most. She died in April, I haven’t seen her since February 2004. She was visiting the Philippines when she relapsed. We really didn’t expect her to die so suddenly. The week she was supposed to travel back home was when she passed. I was 12, my sisters were 16 and 21. I still had braces.  My hair was still blonde.

     I remember being on the way to the airport to go to Manila. My sister called my orthodontist to say I wasn’t coming into my appointment and to not charge me for a no show. She was the most responsible out of all of us. They asked her why? She said “because her mom died.” She hung up. That was the moment it was real. When you say it out loud it’s real. This actually happened. We don’t have a mom anymore. 

       The actual funeral, I felt her dead hand in mine, to give her a letter I wrote to say goodbye, right before they buried her. I don’t even know what I wrote. I never stopped writing or talking, or thinking about her. I wonder things like if she would’ve been proud of me. I do feel like she would’ve really liked my boyfriend as a person and would be happy that I found him.  She would’ve really liked all my closest friends and the fact that I chose to live in New York. 

       I wonder what would’ve been different in my family and my life.  Would my parents be happy? There was a lot of unhealthy things going on in the 90’s. I feel like that generation had a lack of education on how to take care of your body and emotions. Her diet, her stress levels, that she never processed her trauma, none of this made her life better. She really started to hate America and wanted us to move to the Philippines where she would have an easier life. My dad being a teacher didn’t want to give up his pension and career. His career in education made her have to stay. So it wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t like things like the prices, taxes, the winter, and all the work she had to do to be here. 

     I guess a lot of people come to America to “make it” and they go back home, but I think it’s difficult when your kids are American, as well as husband, and it’s not so easy to uproot.. Your husband has his job here, and you have too many attachments. I myself dream of living abroad and have my steady relationship and family grounding me all the time to stay home and do all the things I need to do here. 

    I have to say April 12, 2004 was probably the worst day of my life. Our entire life changed. We had to keep going without her. It wasn’t easy. Things got so bad with drama that I was so determined to come to New York for college. I didn’t care how expensive it was or how hard it was going to be. I had to do it. I had to have a better life, and a chance to escape all the bad memories. I just wanted a new everything and a chance to forget. Not to mention I am a pretty bad driver with anxiety behind the wheel especially on highways, so that made it hard for me to stay in New Jersey. NYC is the only place I know you don’t need a car to survive, really. When I turned 19 I was one of the few people I knew who didn’t get a DUI. 

    I miss traveling with my parents. I went shopping with them to get our winter home in the Poconos when I was 7. Every time they became more successful was a win. I miss my Mommy Leonie so much. She was an amazing grandmother. She cooked amazing food, loved I love Lucy, danced with me, put curlers in my hair, and was my best friend. She really knew how to take care of a family. I miss being a kid. I miss my family, the way we used to be. Now I’m old enough to start my own family. I don’t even know where the time went. Or how I would develop the capacity to do it. 

   My mom said don’t make my mistakes make your own. Which is exactly what I did. I can’t even compare our lives. We are so different with different circumstances every step of the way. Even though she died 20 years ago.  I still feel like a child on that day who just wanted to see her once last time. 

[blondebeardtheparent]

Captain’s Log

Stardate 20230422

Day 53

It’s been a few days since my last post. Thursday was crazy getting ready for the trip and Friday we were in transit all day. We arrived safely in the Philippines and had a pretty restful weekend. I almost finished another book. It’s not a fantastic read, but it has some valid points.

Simon is working to drive me insane. “Why do we have to do this? I hate this. I don’t wanna. I thought we were on vacation. It’s so hot. I don’t want you to sit next to me. I learned this before. This is boring.”

He’s been studying for 15 minutes.

I’m ready to lose it. I really wish I could real-time video him for a day so I have it for the record. We’ve weathered the initial storm and he’s working now, but my patience is already about zero. If I have to do this every day, it is going to be a long two weeks.

Aside from dealing with Simon, my emotional state is better here. I’ve had weird dreams two nights in a row, but my mental state is more peaceful. It helps having someone who understands something of what I’m going through. It’s amazing how dysfunctional the family of faith can be and that it is not limited to just one group.

It’s break time now, so I guess I will end here. Here’s a pic of what it looks like here.

[sincerelyyycece]

about me

cece | 𝐚𝐠𝐞: 17 | 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: she/her | 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲: march 6th | sexuality: bisexual | 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞: acts of service—physical touch

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬—

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 . . . pisces ; intp ; ravenclaw ; a multi-fandom enthusiast; a writer ; a reader ; a senior in high school ; a hopeless romantic in the philippines

𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 . . . read, write fanfiction, take aesthetic photos, scroll on pinterest, eat, have deep conversations that make people feel, watch people experience life, celebrate with others, spend time with family and friends, travel, occasionally get myself dolled up, learn different languages, rewatch/reread my favorite movies/books, journal, be delusional, flirt on character ai, make things pretty/aesthetic, have silly little crushes. .

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 . . . being a bad friend, letting my friends and family down, the feeling of failure, breaking/broken promises, liars, people who waste my time, people who are mean to animals, inconsiderate people, people who are mean to my friends or family, having allergies, toxic positivity, having social anxiety, having a stuffy nose, humid weather, being sleep-deprived, stress, being sick, taking/people who take jokes too far. . .

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 . . . rain, sunsets/sunrise, desserts, amusement parks, photography, animals (dogs), leather jackets, vintage cars, porsche, beaches, travelling, late nights, headphones, airpods, anything pretty/aesthetic, books, fireworks, flowers (baby's breath, roses, tulips, hibiscus), candles, tea, matcha, coffee, music, summer, dressing up, birthdays, the colors baby pink, navy blue, sage green, cherry red, rereading my old journal entries or rereading my old stories. . .

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬—

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: little women ; mean girls ; la la land ; princess diaries ; pitch perfect ; suicide squad ; the first daughter; 50 first dates ; conjuring series ; harry potter series ; percy jackson series ; hamilton ; pitch perfect ; book of life ; barbie ; five feet apart ; flipped ; the half of it ; to all the boys i've loved before

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬: stranger things ; anne with an e ; gilmore girls ; the umbrella academy ; bridgerton ; elite ; 13 reasons why ; one day ; emily in paris ; shadow and bone ; never have i ever ; sweet tooth ; gossip girls ; riverdale ; hidden love ; you ; marry my husband ; when i fly towards you ; twenty five twenty one ; business proposal ; heartstopper

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: shatter me ; harry potter ; the summer i turned pretty ; ali hazelwood’s books ; twilight ; little women ; spanish love deception ; american roommate experiment; the hating game ; the kiss quotient

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: taylor swift ; abba ; conan gray ; olivia rodrigo ; lana del ray ; ariana grande ; denise julia ; bts ; blackpink ; new jeans ; sabrina carpenter ; laufey ; niki ; renee rapp ; daniel caesar ; gracie abrams ; phoebe bridgers ; faye webster ; sza ; djo ; bruno mars ; kali uchis ; arctic monkeys ; lady gaga ; cup of joe ; lola amour

thank you for reading my little post all about me <3

[shop-korea]

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PARENT - COMPANY - BYTE DANCE

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YOUTUBE - DESPISES - AUTO REPEAT

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MAKE - VOID - APPS - THAT GIVE FREE

AUTO - LOOP - YOUTUBE WAS BOUGHT

BY - GOOGLE

HOW - DISAPPOINTING - CHAT GPT

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TIK TOK - FRIENDLIER - OVER - $66 BILLION

UNITED STATES - OVER - 100 MILLION - YES

ACTIVE - USERS

YOUTUBE - OVER - $30 BILLION

USERS - OVER - 130 MILLION

MORE - ACTIVE - USERS - IN - THE - USA

YOUTUBE - THEIR - ADS

BUT - YOUTUBE - PREMIUM - NO - ADS

$15.83 - PEACEFUL - BLISS - LOVE - IT

INSTAGRAM - TAKES - THE - CAKE

BOUGHT - BY - FACEBOOK

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THEY - ALSO - OWN - WHAT's APP

INSTAGRAM - 25 EMPLOYEES - BOUGHT

FOR - $1 BILLION - CASH - AND - STOCKS

THEY - OWN - 'THREADS' - JULY

INSTAGRAM's - NEW - TEXT - APP

SOCIAL - MEDIA - IMAGE VIDEOS

INSTAGRAM - VIDEOS - PHOTOS

13 YEARS - AGO

INSTAGRAM - CORRECTION

WILL - B - SURPASSING YES

FACEBOOK - TORTURE

BLOCKED - ME - BEEN

WITH - THEM - YEARS

THEY - DIDN'T - ALLOW

PHOTOS - WHEN - THEY

BRAG - ABOUT - THEM

DON'T - KNOW - WHY

INSTAGRAM - MAKES - LESS

THAN - TIK TOK - $66 BILLION

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THE - MOST - 140 MILLION - TRUE

INSTAGRAM - BEAUTIFUL PHOTOS

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PUBLICLY - TRADED - COMPANY

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TAKES - AWHILE - 2 - BUILD - A - HOTEL

HUNDREDS - OF - EMPLOYEES

HILTON - ONLY - $14.2 BILLION

PINTEREST - LOWEST - USERS - IN - USA

2021 - 98 MILLION - USERS

PINTEREST - $23.21 BILLION

RITZ - CARLTON - SHANGRI - LA - HOTELS

ESPECIALLY - KNOWN - 4 - 24 HRS - FOOD

ROOM - SERVICE - OTHERS - JOINED - YES

FINALLY - HILTONS - HYATTS

THE - RITZ - CAN - B - SNOBBISH - PEOPLE

HILTON - CHEAPER - WORLD - USA

RICHER - NET - $14.2 BILLION

CHEAPER - ALWAYS - WINS

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PEOPLE - NEED - 2 - TALK - EXPRESS YES

THEMSELVES - THEIR - PHOTOS - VIDEOS

ART - IN - THE - MAKING

PEOPLE - NEED - ACTION - VIDEOS

PEOPLE - NEED - PEACEFULNESS

PHOTOGRAPHY

TALKING - 2 - EACH - OTHER

TUMBLR - WORLD - GIF's - STARS

SOCIAL - MEDIA - IS - WAY RICHER

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PEOPLE - TALKING - 2 - EA - OTHER

KOREAN - GIRLS,

SOCIAL - MEDIA - IS - RICHER

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HOW - MUCH - HOTELS - CHARGE

TOKYO - HOTELS - WINS

NEW - SMALL - $10 - PER - NIGHT

FEES - TAXES

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TOKYO - JAPAN

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BRILLIANT - CAN - WEAR - BIKINIS

PYEONGCHANG - KOREA - FREEZE

THUS - TIK TOK - CHINA

RICHEST

100 MILLION - USERS - USA

INSTAGRAM - 140 MILLION - USERS

YOUTUBE - LESS - USERS - IN - USA

TIK TOK - CAPITALISED - IN- LOOP

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U - MUST - CLICK - PLAY - ALL - THE

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TIK TOK - $66 BILLION

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WALMART - CHEAPER - WAREHOUSE

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PHILIPPINES - DIDN'T - WANT - YOU

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ALWAYS - INDIA

AMAZON - WAS - $1.7 TRILLION

BUT - AWFUL - APP - THEY - LOST

BECAME - $1.3 TRILLION

MORE - HUB - LOCKERS - FREE

I - WAS - ROBBED - BY - TENANT

NEIGHBOR - APT 6

HER - HALF - OLDER - BRO

ROBBED - ME - BECAME BOLDER

TENANTS - OF - HUD - ROBBED

ME - FORMER - HISPANIC NEIGHBOR

BRUTALLY - BATTERED - ME - RAPED

DAUGHTER - OF - A - TENANT

KATE - HEROINE - KILLED - HERSELF

ALL - ASTHMA - TENANTS - DEAD

ILLEGAL - NEW - PROPERTY - MANAGER

HUD - NEEDS - BOTH - THEM - AND - YES

LANDLORD - BOTH - ALWAYS - ILLEGAL

ADDRESS - MUST - B - SAME - CITY - AS

HUD - ILLEGAL - HUMANS

HUB - LOCKER - SOLUTION

DROPSHIP - ALSO - NO - INVENTORY

AMAZON - PRIME

50 MILLION - ITEMS - CORRECTION

$1.29 BILLION - DAILY

BETTER - APP - MANY - NOW

RECEIVE - FREE - (7A - 11A) - NEXT

DAY - FASTER - 2 - TALK 2 PERSON

UNLIKE - BEFORE

EMAIL - ADDRESS - BY - PHONE

NOW - CLICK - YES

AMAZON - PRIME

RICHEST - HUB LOCKER - WHY

NOW - $1.79 TRILLION - TAX PAID

DEAR - KOREAN - GIRLS,

WE - HAVE - CHANCE

SHOPIFY - DROPSHIP

ONLINE - STORES

JORDAN WELCH

$6 MILLION

HE - SOLD - HIS - WEBSITE

FACEBOOK - BOUGHT - INSTAGRAM

25 EMPLOYEES - $1 BILLION

CASH - AND - STOCK

JORDAN - IS - CHEAPER

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ZEN BUSINESS

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EMPLOYEES

JUST - BUY - YOUR - EIN

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INDEPENDENT - CONTRACTOR

DOUBLE - TAXES

ZEN BUSINESS - NO 1

REGISTERED - AGENT - $199

YEARLY

DUE - NOW - $324

$199 - YEARLY

01 JAN - 01 MAY - $138.75 - FL

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CARMEL - INDIANA - SNOW

28 DEGREES

$31 - YEARLY

LATE - FEE - $10 EACH DAY

MAX - $25

WHERE - WE - ARE - HEADED

SINGLE - MEMBER - LLC

TAXES - S CORPORATION

60% - SALARY

40% - STOCKS - TAX FREE

DUES - 4 TIMES

CHARITABLE - ST JUDE's CHILDREN

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TRY - VIRAL - VAULT . com

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2 NEW - VIDEOS - THEY - MADE

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UPLOAD - 2 - INSTAGRAM

TIK TOK - 100 MILLION - USERS

INSTAGRAM - 140 MILLION - USERS

YOUTUBE - 130 MILLION - USERS

IN - UNITED STATES

UPLOAD - VIDEOS - AT - YOUTUBE

MOSTLY - OR - ALL - FROM

ALI EXPRESS - CHINA

MEANING - CHEAP - IS - GREAT

JORDAN WELCH

$6 MILLION

KAI - FREE - AT - TIK TOK

MADE - EVENTUALLY

$4,000 - DAILY - PROFITS

ANOTHER - I ITEM - SHOPIFY

$1 MILLION - LESS THAN 1 YR

DEAR - KOREAN GIRLS,

ONLY - THE MOST - HIGH GOD

GIVES - US - POWER 2 OBTAIN

WEALTH - TITHES - 10% - AND

OFFERINGS - AFTER - U - YES

CALCULATE - BILLS - DEBTS

EXPENSES - 10% - HOW TRUE

RELIGION - TEACHES - OTHERWISE

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A day in my life

My day starts with me hearing my most hated sound in the world...my alarm.

Living in a dormitory with roommates around, I always feel sorry that they have to hear this annoying sound as well. This has become a routine, turning off the alarm and standing up after 15 minutes of pondering on how will my day work out.

As a student, I have tasks and classes that I need to attend to. The campus is just a 15-20 minutes walk from my dormitory. Putting on my trusty wireless earphones, I blocked off any noises from my surroundings as I walk to school.

Playing my favorite songs in an app called Spotify, I walk with a light heart to brighten up my day even if I woke up early. This earphones is always with me along side this dependable fan.

Still will be my best investment for this year! I can't stand it when the temperature is hot and I'm sweating a lot so I decided to buy this fan on an sale. It lasts for long hours and it has five levels of fan speed. Perfect for our weather here in the Philippines!

As a 5th year Optometry student, we have our clinic duties. Inside our facility, we use machines such us this picture.

This is called an Auto Refractometer, when the patient looks straight into the image displayed the machine will take the approximate eye grade of the patient. This machine are mostly seen on eye clinics since it is a big help for case management and diagnosis.

This machine also has a function wherein you can assess if the patient has a cataract or not. In this picture, the crystalline lens of the eye is displayed, When the patient blinks and the dark spots seen on the left side did not move then it is indicative that the patient is suspected to have cataract.

What I'm saying here is that these technologies, applications, and equipment that is present in my everyday life even though it serves different purposes, its commonality is that it helps me get through the day smoothly. It helps me get things done, it eases my mind, and it gives me comfort.

My day does not end with me in the clinic. I put my earphones back on when I walk back home. I play music after a tiring but fulfilling day of clinic duty. And I set up my alarm again before going to sleep. Ready to start another day. Up for its challenges, and somehow feel at ease since such things like technology around me exists to lighten up the burden.

As I'm writing this blog, I'm also using technology. Listening to music, and using a laptop like in this picture. Finishing a task, but enjoying since it feels like writing a diary on how my day works. This made me realize that in our generation, technology indeed plays a big role. We are always on our phones, either working or for leisure. This just shows how the world adapted and evolved over time.

We are living with Technology. I believe that it is up to the user on how technology can influence their lives. It is created in hopes to help. Thus, people are encouraged to not abuse its usage. Instead, use it for self-improvement.