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I have a story to tell which I think you guys would like .
In 2018(i think) my family and relatives decided to a make a joint trip to another state. We were in total 16 people out 5 families. But my maternal aunt was only one from hers. She has two kids m(21) and f(14) .
A little background, my cousins are what you called rowdy they can't sit still and were proned to run around the house and cause mischief. Of course now my brother has matured but my sister is still a havoc.
During this trip I saw a big contrast between her(aunt) and my other family. She was chill and happy and was enjoying the trip not with other parents but with us her nieces . She even told my elder sister how it freeing to not get up on a trip early so she could get her family ready and out .she said she enjoys just looking after herself and honestly good for her.
On the other hand my other cousin whose kid was 5 was full on duty during whole trip though we stepped in time to time . Honestly in this patriarchal society women already have less independence and its stolen when they become mom
I didn’t know how to tag this but anyway back to my question. I lost my insurance when I moved out of my moms house and I have an infection that’s just not going away, by using the recommended at home remedies. However I am extremely low income and applying for new insurance has been a difficult process. Question 1:If I have a medical bill shortly before acquiring new insurance, can I submit a request to have the bill paid? If so here’s question two: is the there a time limit and is it up to whichever company it is? I am just very lost and any help and advice would be very much appreciated.
Hey everyone! I have a trip to Vegas coming up in early May and I will have a couple of free days and looking for some recommendations on day hikes in the area. I was thinking of renting a car and driving out to do something in Red Rock Canyon but open to other suggestions as well.
I’m a fit and experienced hiker (from Australia) with solid navigation skills, I generally plan out my hikes with gpx trails and load them into my Garmin GPS, I’ll have that with me.
I’ve never hiked in desert conditions, but I’m used to heat (but with humidity 🥵) and I’m looking for some recommendations on the local highlights within about an hour’s drive of the city.
About a year ago I decided to add a coworker on socials, we said hello and spoke at work sometimes. we’ve been snap chatting with a ‘streak’ ever since. At the start of the year, he started to come to my house to smoke weed and so I could roll for him, we were sending x’s casually as well but nothing flirtatious at all. After the first time he came over, I said to him “you’re a great friend❤️”, and he replied “thanks!!!”. I always got the vibe we kinda liked each other whenever we hung out, but we never flirted or anything. He started coming over less and less I guess and now he like hardly replies to me on Snapchat, when he does it’s just pictures and the rare times we do actually talk I send the friendly x’s but he doesn’t send them back. I’m really awful at gauging crushes and things because most of my past relationships have been a result of serious love bombing, so I just don’t understand. Either he, A) liked me then decided to back off cause I pretty much friend zoned him, B) decided it wasn’t a good idea cause we work together or C) never liked me at all. I can’t ask him because I really don’t want to make things weird and give myself something to be anxious about, but it’s playing on my mind a lot and I literally can not stop thinking about it. It’s actually doing my head in. I don’t even know what I’m expecting people to say here, just anything please 😭
Does anyone else remember the other house lauren and tanner bought? With the obscurely long hallway in the basement that I swear they were saying they wanted to rent to students?
Did I miss what happened?
So my mother helps me out a lot. I have bad depression and anxiety and recently accidentally broke a plastic leg that holds my fancy electric stove. (My mother gave it to me)
She came home from work (she lives next door to me and I invited her inside. She immediately started doing my chores)
I told her that my chores were my responsibility and that when she comes over that I want her to relax but she hates my clutter so she does it herself even when I tell her no.
I got angry and told her to get out when she told me she was going to throw away the electric stove she got me.
I found it disrespectful that she came into MY house and tried to throw away MY stove that clearly still worked but tge only problem was that it was imbalanced.
She called me a huge AH and said that she wants to do more hours at work because she "can't handle the shit she comes home to"
Even though it's my place. She will be 62 this year and I'll be 26.
I think she is the asshole for trying to throw away my stuff that still works (I'm poor af) but feel like I am the AH for telling her to get out.
Memory transcription subject: Larzo, Yotul doctor and geneticist at the Venlil Rehabilitation and Reintegration Facility.
Date [standardized human time]: December 1, 2136
My father died of despair when I was ten years old, and my mother could tell by the time I was twelve that I would follow in his footsteps.
I too was a thinker. I loved to take machines apart and put them together again. My most beloved area of knowledge was that of living things, and I read book after book on the vast beautiful worlds beyond ours, and the creatures they held. None could compare to my home in their scope and their variety. Not until I learned of Earth. Our land was special, even as the cruel Federation sought to ravage it. Life was the greatest mystery to me, the most fascinating of puzzles.
I had his joy for the world. The joy that led him to the stars.
My mother saw this, and made me swear that I would not let the Federation take me away. That I would not go to an alien university, and learn alien science, only to be drugged and sent to a re-education camp like my father. That I would not allow despair to take me.
"Swear to me you will not lose yourself, my child. Swear to me that you will not listen to their lies," she demanded, gripping me by the shoulders.
"I swear, mama."
When I was older, I picked one of the more rural universities, with less Federation influence. I became a naturalist and a physician, with an interest in genetics research.
My small-town university did not have the tools for genetic sequencing, but we did have the information on how genes worked. So a lot of my work was theoretical. My professor and I both knew that my thesis (about the potential for viruses to be used as vectors for medicine) was probably old news in the Federation. She didn't care. I had arrived at it largely independently, and produced a comprehensive model of how such a system might work, without a single alien instructor.
My mother was proud. My supervisor was proud. I, however, felt hollow. Was that all I could achieve? All I could dream of? To replicate from first principles the ancient knowledge of the Federation?
Still, I kept my oath, and began working at a laboratory when the news came. New
aliens! Ones that wouldn't think we were primitive! Ones everyone else found frightful for some reason!
Aliens that were not part of the Federation.
My mother's hensa had kits the same week. She gave me one of them, as a reminder I think. I could not possibly keep a hensa in a Federation laboratory or space station. And I could never abandon a little hensa. She loved me from the moment her eyes laid upon mine.
But the humans were another matter. A hensa would be no trouble for a human space station, would it?
I watched the proceedings obsessively, viewed and reviewed Ambassador Noah's address to the Federation. He had no idea of what cruelty they were capable of, even as he faced it head-on. "Friendship". Laughable. I wanted to shout at him, "run! Run and block all contact from those cruel beasts! Lying, prejudiced monsters will do nothing for you!"
I was proud that my people were among the few who would seek relations with the humans. It was the perfect option. I could keep my oath to my mother and find a true
frontier. I sent a digital letter to one of their coordinators asking if I could engage in training directly on Earth.
Esteemed Dr. Larzo,
We have contacted a few universities, and received unequivocal acceptance of your proposal from multiple professors. You are welcome to board a transport to Earth at your earliest convenience. Attached are the projects you could participate in, along with descriptions of your potential supervisors. For the purposes of Earth credentials, what you seek would be considered a post-doctoral fellowship, the details of which are also attached.
Please respond with your earliest availability for live communication in between the following dates so that we may discuss this at greater length.
It was an ordeal to arrange for the trips (let alone with a "dangerous predator" amidst my luggage!). I made my limited access to communications clear, and we settled on meeting in Venlil Prime for speed, as it was closer than Earth and had a UN embassy.
I eventually called in enough favours to get an uncle's friend's brother's wife's father's private space pilot to take me and my hensa so long as I covered the air tanks and the food. I spent three weeks in space with nothing but research. Antoinette Tremblay was my chosen supervisor, a brilliant researcher at McGill University in a nation state called Canada on Earth. She was beautifully interdisciplinary, and researched the human brain and "gene therapy". Therapy that used viruses as vectors!
I arrived on Venlil Prime to refuel, and only then did I get the news. I learned after landing that the Krakotl had already amassed their fleet. They had already beaten me to Earth. The Arxur had even rushed in, to triumph over them!
McGill University no longer existed.
I immediately contacted the UN. My case was bounced from department to department like they were playing hoopball with my information.
"I'm so sorry, Larzo," said a human who introduced herself as Petra Andropova. She was eventually the sole authority in charge of my case. "Antoinette Tremblay has not been answering any calls. She is probably alive, but may be injured or otherwise indisposed. NYU and the University of Sydney were also bombed."
I could not respond. I merely fell back against my seat and stared into the new abyss that had become my life. All my efforts gone to waste. My sorrow seemed to physically wound the UN representative.
"...There is, however, an opportunity," she said. I could tell by her face that she had not planned to say that.
"Yes. We have been planning a cultural exchange between humans and the Yotul people. Perhaps you could be involved in that?"
I frowned. "But–I do not mean to offend, Petra Andropova. It is only that what I sought was research. I appreciate friendship, but is there no researcher I could work with?"
She frowned and shifted through some files in her computer.
"If you'll stay for a few days–um. Well. A few paws
I think it is? I can think of something."
I nodded. "Yes. Yes, of course. Could I have access to more of your human research?"
She moved her head up and down. "I'll get you access to a few genetics textbooks."
I did my best to keep my hensa indoors. She was crafty, and I had to make toys for her myself, as the Venlil did not have pets, but I managed. I stayed in a motel for a few days, and as promised, Petra Andropova made herself known to me through a datapad moving picture meeting.
"Well, I have good news and bad news," she said, "the good news is that we will be contacting a researcher who worked directly under Antoinette Tremblay to work at a new facility that has just begun construction."
"And the bad?"
"Whether you do any cutting-edge research will depend entirely on them."
"I'll send you more human research on genetics," she added, "and if you're interested in working with this researcher, we will pay for upskilling in the form of using Venlil genetic sequencing technology over the next couple of weeks."
I accepted the offer, and used the advance to secure an apartment. The Venlil were not Federation anymore. But with their disdain, they might as well be. The two weeks were exhausting, not because of the programs and machines with a hundred different settings and docks and menus, but because they were driving me mad.
"Even the uplift knows how to do this, Kenla!"
"Leave it to the uplift to ask the stupid questions."
"If the computer is too hard, we could probably make you an abacus!"
In the second week of training, I found myself at a pro-human bar, surrounded by bizarre and entertaining death-worshipping humans dressed in all manner of ghastly clothes, when the news broke. Governor Tarva appeared on every television screen at once.
“--I am about to share with you an interview from Aafa, revealing a centuries-long conspiracy against Federation member races–”
An elderly gojid off in the back shouted “I knew it!!” before anyone had any idea what the news actually was.
“--The humans are not the only meat-and-plant eating race to have existed.”
What followed was a horrifying video in which Nikonus declared that not only were other species omnivorous like the humans, but that the Federation had been the ones to instigate
the conflict with the Arxur!
“I told you all!” the Gojid continued, waving a half-empty bottle in the air. “You didn’t believe me! These claws exist for a reason!”
The Kolshians had destroyed the Gojid, the Krakotl, and so many others, just as they were destroying my home! Governor Tarva had some further comments, but I mostly observed the bar with care. Many of the venlil were crying. I wondered if they would weep for Yotul losses as much as they did for the humans’ suffering.
I finished the weeks of training with a perfectly respectable grade and a rage I did not know how to quell. Thankfully, I was soon introduced to the human scientist in a visit to the UN embassy.
“Larzo, this is Director Andes Savulescu-Ruiz,” said Petra, gesturing to a human, probably 30 to 35 years old, who’d been reading through some papers. She lightly tapped the papers, nearly causing the other human to fall to the ground.
“Oh! Oh, shit–Hi! Nice to meet you, Larzo,” he said, jutting out a hand for me to shake. I presumed he was male, for he lacked the glans I so often saw among human females. I was never corrected.
“Nice to meet you as well, Andes Savulescu-Ruiz” I said, moving his hand up and down as I had been instructed.
"Just Andes is fine."
“Andes will be the director of the Human division at the new facility, so you’ll be working directly under them,” said Petra. “I’m sure you’ll make wonderful colleagues.”
“May I engage in research?” I asked immediately. Andes tilted his head to one side, like a curious hensa.
“I mean, if you find something worth researching, go for it,” he said with a little shrug.
I nearly leapt with joy. I could decide the very direction of my research! He let out a strange noise and brought a hand to his lips as he smiled.
“Let’s go check out the site,” Andes said, and stood. He was not tall for a human, marginally shorter than Petra Andropova, but he had a large presence, and a thickness to his muscles that did not make him look as gangly and stretched out as so many humans do.
Over the last few days we set up my office and the lab I would share with some Venlil and Zurulian doctors. Andes would come from his own additional education every few shifts to help with construction. It was astonishing, how much an untrained human could lift, how responsive their muscles were to the demands of labour. I would catch myself on occasion staring as he helped with the construction efforts of the southern housing units.
Art has meant less since the arrival of the photograph, but I found within me a desire to sketch him regardless. Human muscles moved with a dexterity unbecoming of their size. Their legs looked bizarre, with tiny feet and five toes on each. I did not exactly voice my desire to cut him open and look at his tendons. Still, I would not have refused an offer to dissect a similar human specimen.
We were not close at first. My greatest companion remained my hensa, but I found I was right about humans. They were cordial, curious, comfortable seeing me as an equal. The experience was emboldening. One time, after a particularly arduous shift, Andes decided to show me a human game called “connect four”, and we commiserated about our loathing of the federation.
“Ugh, when Cilany’s news broke last month, it was the worst!
,” they said, placing a piece off to the side. I placed my own token between two of his, only to be thwarted by a third piece atop mine. He now had an incomplete diagonal, and had removed an entire row from my strategizing. “There was this Krakotl prisoner freaking out. Lady had never even eaten cheese and she was going on about monstrous she was.”
“Ah, so it was the meat-eating ancestors that were the problem, not the attempted genocide against innocent primates new to the stars?” I commented.
"Right?! I swear, you guys are the only sane people in the galaxy."
He had placed another red piece next to one of mine. If I moved to block it, his original diagonal could be completed. If I did not, he would have a second row under his power. I moved to threaten my own diagonal set of three. He blocked, and so I won another turn to decide what to do about that treacherous spot.
"Really?” I asked, glancing back and forth between his face, now visible with the visor on the table, and the game. “You would not place humans as our equals?"
Andes laughed. I blocked his second diagonal, and in the process destroyed any prospects at halting his first.
"Buddy, we are a lot of things. But would you characterize a species that launches into two massive concurrent wars within six months of first contact as sane
He placed his piece directly atop mine and won. I laughed.
"You make a compelling argument."
Over the next few sleep/wake cycles, which I tried to align with Andes’, we became well-acquainted with the other’s games of intellect. He showed me checkers, and then “Chinese” checkers, which I was assured were “actually German” but had never had their name corrected after an advertising campaign. I showed him River-Crossing Bridges and Hop-Stones.
I was delighted when he showed me "Chess".
"Ha! Finally!" I shouted when I won. He’d been scurrying away from my forces for much of the eating period, and I eventually captured his queen with a pawn, after corralling her with my bishop and knight.
"Yeah, yeah, you got me," he said with a roll of his eyes, and a smile. "Little [evil spirit] [joyous marsupial]."
At another time, with another human, I may have taken offence to such a remark. Andes did not cause it, however. No matter what I asked or said, whether I won or lost, he would never call me a primitive. There was something fundamentally reassuring about that, and no number of comments about how “cute” he found me would move me to suspicion. The relief was an order of magnitude grander than if he “wouldn’t dare”. He would dare, but it did not occur to him. His comical hostility simply fed my joy.
"I have conquered the great predator! Perhaps you need more muscles here
," I said, tapping my head. He laughed.
"Perhaps indeed. How's the gene sequencing going?"
Andes had a way of blurring the lines between leisure and labour. He did not seem to notice when he switched topics so starkly. I steadied myself into a more businesslike posture.
"We've identified several clusters. We're trying to figure out what to do about them. Whether they have an instinct against incest and should be kept together, or whether to segregate them by gamete, or..."
"I'd assume put them all in reproductively incompatible groups with their closest kin, and then put those groups close enough they can talk to their brothers and sisters, but separate enough you can keep an eye on something like that."
"That's the current plan. How are the implants?"
"They're honestly the easiest part. The problem is developmental. They're... Well, they're fucked up. No kid should have to go through that. Their brain scans remind me of warzones. I have hope for the younger ones, but... Well, I guess the long and short of it is that I'm pretty sure a lot of them are not leaving this place anytime soon. "
"Does it give you pause? About the Arxur?" I asked. It was no secret that Andes had continued to contact the Arxur, even as they seemed to grow more hostile to his own species.
"I mean, I think I know a [genocidal, oppressive, prejudiced] croc when I see one, pal," Andes said, leaning back. "And maybe it makes me want to puke a little more now, to see the consequences. But I kinda knew what they were going in."
I looked at him with a careful gaze. It was as though he could wall off different aspects of himself, depending on who he talked to in the moment.
"I don't understand how you can stand them," I said eventually.
"At this point, Larzo, neither do I," he had the decency to admit.
The small device pinned to my coat made it known that I had a new emergency patient to tend to. All of us with medical training were required to use it should the need arise. "I should go. Talk to you later, Andes. We'll play Upper Salwick next time. You can't possibly lose."
"I'll hold you to that!" he shouted as I hurried off back to my office. Since my arrival in my earlier shift, children had been coming into the facility in waves. Though most had been set up with temporary lodgings while we decided on permanent ones, a handful wandered about this way and that.
My patient was a prepubertal venlil girl with black wool and large white spots around the top of her head, down her neck, about her [clavicle-equivalent] and down her [sternum-equivalent]. Her tail was also white, in contrast to the rest of her. She had a scratch on her temple. I knew immediately that I had not been called because I was necessary, a nurse could easily handle a scratch. I had been called because she’d caused trouble.
“How did you get that scratch?” I asked, pulling out the healing tape and a numbing agent.
She looked at me with suspicion and said nothing. Was she one of the mute children in the files? The ones Andes was so concerned about, as the implants might do nothing for them?
“Were you in a fight?”
“What were you doing? Did you fall by yourself?”
I know not what the nurses expected of me, but I considered that a stellar interrogation that yielded no fruit regardless. Once I had placed the numbing gel on her scratch and the healing tape on top, she seemed to understand that my work was done, hopped off her seat and ran back out the door.
It was interesting to witness. A large majority of the children were skittish and very fond of the herd. They liked to stick together as tightly as they could, to the point of us ordering weighted blankets that would arrive in a couple of days, in order to test if that could be used to interact with them individually.
Perhaps a fifth of them, though, seemed to be quite wild and individualistic. They would roam the building, hide behind shelves or under tables. Most of them were prepubertal girls. Almost every injury we had seen in the past six hours could be traced back to disobeying a nurse, hiding somewhere dangerous, fighting, or some other escapade one would not expect of the Venlil. Not that they would provide this information willingly. Only the nurses would discuss the events, and they were always so distraught about them.
Perhaps they did not wish for me to interrogate the wilder injured children. Perhaps they simply thought me more expendable, should they turn violent.
I apologize for the absolute newbie post, but I've come to the point in my research where I need some experienced opinions over the auto-generated comparison pages google likes to shove in your face. As the title states I am a beginner looking to get their first DSLR and am looking to buy an older model used as I can't justify anything more expensive at this point.
Why DSLRs? I like taking the occasional photo with my phone (Galaxy S21 for reference) but I feel the features are very limiting and would like to experiment more with settings etc.
Why Canon? They seem to have a much wider range of products to choose from (especially on the used market) and the lenses seem to be reasonably priced. I also looked at Sony and Nikon.
What am I shooting? I mainly take pictures of food and landscapes with the occasional car shoot if I see something particularly interesting around town. I'm also curious about macro photography. I have very little interest in video recording. My job doesn't currently involve any photography but there may be an option for it in the future (in-house stuff, static subjects).
Budget? Difficult to say in cash because my local market values are probably different from US/EU but I'd looking at something like the 60D or the 650D/700D (Rebel/Kiss series). I'm not looking to go too much older just because I'd like to stay in the SD card capable range. Either way I'm also looking at a used pack-in zoom lens and a prime lens like the EF-S 24mm to start.
My main concern is I'm wondering if I might find something like the Rebel series too limiting eventually. While I currently have little to no experience with 'proper' cameras I am willing to learn and I am interested in taking it on a technical tangent and being experimental. I'd much rather buy once cry once than deal with reselling to upgrade at a later date. Of course the counter point is am I going to be hitting a brick wall of a learning curve if I go for something higher?
I understand the lower digit D models (60D, 70D) have more technical functions etc. but it's really difficult to get an idea what the differences would be from the specs alone. For example, would it be better to get a newer Rebel model with better numbers on paper (i.e. newer processors, AF points etc.) than an older higher level model?
I posted this in the CPTSD sub and wanted to share here too.
Two years ago, I was sent to a trauma focused treatment program for 4 months. I always knew I had a shitty childhood, but this place really rammed it into my head that I was ✨traumatized✨ and that I was a victim of repeated abuse since infancy. They broke down all of my walls and told me that I act the way I do because of my trauma.
I read all the books like you’re supposed to do and did nothing but focus on my “recovery.” I started having violent nightmares almost daily. This persists to this day and nothing seems to help.
Three separate treatment programs later, I still felt miserable. I did DBT, CPT, and still go to therapy twice a week. Medication does nothing for me - I’ve tried everything.
I cannot work. I can’t even clean my house. I get anxious and often dissociate when I simply run errands. I lay in bed all day just waiting for my partner to come home from work. I feel like a shell of a person.
Prior to treatment, I was a functioning adult. I had a career and regularly went to the gym and had hobbies I loved. Now, I have no desire to even try. Any happiness I felt in the past feels fake. I feel like I can never be happy again bc I have the knowledge now that I wasn’t really okay. Nothing brings me joy. All I can do is rot.
I genuinely feel like I’d be better off had I not opened up all my wounds. It’s like I can’t escape it now. I am too self aware and I’m just tired.
My life is so much worse now that I know what I know.
When we exercised our buyout clause (about $5000 in total), we made two payments of about $5000. Only one payment went through because one bank account had insufficient funds - I checked the bank statements.
About $5000 (the exact amount I paid when exercising the buyout clause) for "overpaid" rent + our security deposit was returned to us today.
I think the leasing company messed up and thought we paid twice.
Anyway, if they did make a mistake. Now what? If the check clears, what recourse do they have? Can they come back to me months later and demand i repay the $5000?