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I got a friend. He would come over...ahhh...about once every week or two and we would sit down bs and drink coffee.

Now, I am a bit old fashion. I bought all my coffee mugs from Good Will. To me, a coffee mug, is a coffee mug, is a coffee mug.....as long as it holds coffee and I can drink from it, it is fine and dandy.
Well, I had this one particular mug that was off-white in color on the inside but it had a factory glaze defect on the bottom inside. There was like a dark spot and when I first noticed it, I thought there was something stuck to the bottom of it. I scrubbed that sucker silly and it would not come out. So I took my finger down there and scraped across it and that is when I discovered it was a glaze defect. Well, it still held coffee and I could drink from it, so I kept it.

So anyway, I found it strange that when my friend comes over now and I offer him coffee, he refuses. After refusing about 3 times he says that I make my coffee too strong. It was fine for him the previous times he drank it. In fact I would refill his cup about 3 or 4 times. I am suspecting he got my famous glaze defect special and I think he thought he was drinking from a dirty cup.

Well, about a week back or so....I heard a crashing sound on the kitchen floor. There it laid in pieces, my special dirty mug.

I think there might have been some sort of force unknown to man telling me something.

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It seems like every time I either am taking a leak, taking (or leaving) a crap, or in the shower or tub....the phone rings. Otherwise, the phone never rings.

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I know this guy, he is a good friend. He recently told me about 100's of women who started to send him friend requests on FB. He told me, I don't know what is going on. So he decided to start chatting with some of them.

He showed me their pictures. They are gorgeous women in their 30's.

So, he figured some, if not all, these women are most likely scammers. So he told the ones he was interested in talking with, to take a picture of themselves holding up three fingers. He said some never responded back.....some took offense...and some actually did take selfies with three fingers being held up. He even showed me. Beautiful ladies, holding three fingers up.

He was even more baffled as to what was going on. Because he figured he would not get any of these women to actually do that because he figured they were just scammers. So, he could not really figure out what was going on.

Finally, a possible explanation. After talking with these women for days, they started to come clean with him. These women had some stuff in common. They had children and they were about to become evicted. One woman even told my friend that she could learn to love him.

So...take that for whatever it is.

My friend figures that people were set up. They were given all this unemployment money. They were told that they did not have to pay rent. With the additional unemployment money they were given, my friend figured that they no longer qualified for welfare programs due to their income now being too high. ...and on top of it, these people will need to pay income tax on that income....and they are without a job in many cases.

To me...the easy answer to these women's problems is to go out and get a job. But, is it really that easy for them to do? What happens to the children when they start working? Maybe they don't have parents that will watch the kids for them. What happens if employers are hesitant on hiring them? As far as I know, a person's credit rating is assessed by potential employers...and if they have not been paying their rent, then what?

Anyway...food for thought. I am still wondering how hundreds of women decided to send him friends requests....but, I have seen it with my own eyes and the problems that some of these single mothers are facing seem to be the real deal.






The only thing I can think is...no matter what, it is difficult to escape the consequence of our decisions...even more so today with privacy eroding.

As many here know, my home is in the Philippines, sadly, due to the pandemic, and being British, I was forced to return to the UK when flying back to The Philippines from Sri Lanka, where I was working.
I arrived in the UK at the end of March 2020 and had assumed (stupidly) that I would be flying home in maybe a month or two.
So I asked one of my sons if I could stay in his granny flat, he agreed thankfully. I have remained in said granny flat for 10 months now, self-isolating for the first month was not so hard, I had time to catch up on paperwork, refine some of my lecture materials and create/modify PPT’s used in my lectures.

Then around May it slowly dawned on me that this pandemic was not going to disappear as fast as I had initially thought, I considered buying a car to gain some independence as until that time was using my son's car when available.
So I searched around and decided a hybrid was the way to go and would give me an idea of what owning a duel fuel car would be like.
As is my usual wont, I spent hours researching and comparing vehicles, eventually ending up with a choice of two, after test driving them both for a couple of days, bought the one with a buyback scheme attached.
The freedom and independence this car gives is indescribable, I could go out into the countryside, other towns and visit family and friends, even going to a pub or restaurant when they reopened was an adventure. It was truly heartwarming to visit my children who are all over the country, and meeting up with old friends was a delight.

But, as much as I enjoyed this new found freedom, there was always this constant nagging in my head, that I missed my true home, missed my Pinoy friends and the ex-pats who descended on my home most weekends with their families to make use of the swimming pool.
As the weather started to get colder things rapidly changed my outlook on life, I found myself missing things that had not appeared important previously. I missed the warmth of sitting on the porch in the evenings with an icy beer chatting to my neighbour and as always, putting the world to rights. I missed my early morning swim and my walks along the beach, idly looking at the flotsam washed up the previous night, I often took a large bag and collected plastic that I found there, not for any environmental reason but because I just hated to see the beach looking so dirty. I miss so much regarding my home and way of life in the Philippines, it is a truly glorious country with wonderful and amazing people, I have definitely found my paradise here in The Philippines.

Now some may question why I chose the Philippines and not somewhere closer to the UK like Spain or Greece. The answer is simple, I love Asia, love Asian people, and the Philippines is an ideal location to use as a stepping stone to visit all over Asia and Oceania, it has always been my desire to spend time in Australia and New Zealand exploring these outstanding countries, There are (were) regular flights to these countries from my local airport.

Now, we are under a stronger lockdown, I rarely go anywhere other than one large supermarket to buy food. My days are spent giving online lectures to groups of students in universities all over the world, usually in anti-social hours due to time differences, but at my age sleep is not a problem and I don’t require much more than 4-5 hours a day.

I smoke so have limited myself to just 6 a day at this time, it gives me a chance to get some fresh air and have a short walk on a regular basis. I am also slowly trying to reduce that 6, as my intention is to have stopped by the time I book a flight home
All in all, I suppose I’m lucky, as I’m healthy and I am alive, as and when this lockdown decreases in its strictness, I can hopefully, reclaim my independence again. But returning to my paradise will always be first in my mind. I can't wait, the first thing I will do is have a swim, I miss that more than pretty much anything else

I was a musician in my teenage years and often deprived myself of sleep rehearsing and playing gigs. After the music career subsided, my obsession became model helicopters and weekends were late night marathons of building, catching 2 or 3 hours sleep and heading to the field for a few hours flying, lunch then a nap and Sunday night getting back to a normal sleep cycle that I maintained during the week.
After a divorce, I cared for my father until his death. To do this, I took on several part-time jobs so I could check on him, cook a meal, administer medicine, cat nap and head to another job.
30 years later, I find myself doing the same broken sleep cycle syndrome. I'll work on a design project, catch a few 'winks' shower, go to work, come home have dinner, take a nap and start all over again.
I read somewhere that Thomas Edison possessed a similar ability to work to exhaustion, take a nap (on a cot in his workshop) get up and continue with his projects.

Retirement wasn't something I considered and I was with my daughter this evening (setting up a wireless printer) and she's going out for a week on job training. Her comment was 6 more years until she can retire. I know if I retire it will be a never ending series of projects, be it home renovations or hobbies. Collectively, I'd be getting 6 hours sleep every 24 hours, but it (most likely) won't be in one session.

So after discovering that the septum embellishment that I have been wanting for years, cannot be done with a 14 gauge tunnel - I'm going to be 100% real with you all, I was heated.

I tried various ways to thread that 14 g tunnel, and even used a sewing needle threader, to no avail.


Whatever! Ugh!

I thought maybe I should stretch it up to a 12 gauge instead. That's plenty of room for a string of thread to slide through; however, it's not advised to stretch up more than one side at a time. See, me knowing how that could end with Saturn retrograde in my chart. I know better than to test the fates on that. It's not worth it.

What I wound up doing, is instead of going to a piercer, I used a pincher that I have in 14 gauge after watching a few YouTube video's of people doing theirs at home. It stung for about 20 minutes, but wasn't that bad. Today, it doesn't feel like I did anything to it at all. I'm wriggling my nose and it's not sore or bothered or anything.

That excites me, so I plan to give it a 30 days resting period before doing that 12 gauge stretch, which I most likely will get done at the piercing studio.

How do u stop bad luck from your life?What do you do whn nothing is good in your life no job no love really nothing?

Why so many fake people here on the site is full bu scammers who ask money after half an hour by conversation and majority are undercover by american profile ,they say are americans and they ask money ,I reported one and the site didn t make nothing