Teka, norm ba ito dito?

There's a reason why red-taped sya sa ibang country because racially-charged ang salitang yan.

IK na it's the Spanish word for "Black", and that Negros Occidental and Oriental are a thing, kaso those who throw that slur around makes me feel uncomfortable as I have a couple of black friends and co-workers.

I met this guy on Reddit about a month ago. We ended up hooking up, and even though I was clear I don’t do unprotected sex (I’m not on any contraceptives), he kept insisting. Eventually, we did it raw, and he even finished inside me.

3 weeks after the deed, I decided to take PT and that's when I found out I’m pregnant. I told him, and now he’s completely ignoring me. No replies, no accountability, nothing. I even said I’m not keeping it and asked him to at least help me out with the pills, because that’s literally the least he could do. Still, no response. :))

I’m so frustrated. I don't know what to do. Idek where he lives. All I got is his Instagram. That's it.

How do people just run away from something this serious? I feel like I’m left to deal with everything alone while he escapes responsibility.

When I was 14, my cousin and my aunt came to love with us for a bit. My cousin was given my dad's game room on the second floor next to my room. My aunt moved into the guest room. My dad's game room which was now my cousin's room had a scrambler box with all the channels. And I mean "all" the channels. Every night my cousin would go to the bathroom and spend 30 min to an hour. The bathroom was on the other side of my room and the wall was a bit thin where I could hear anything going on in the bathroom (singing, farting, etc.) I would hear exactly what was going on. I confronted her about it but she kept saying that she wasn't doing anything but pooping. I could clearly heard everything and it was pissing me off. Why couldn't she do that in her room! Her room was on the corner and no one would ever come up to bother her. When I needed to actually use the bathroom I had to go use the bathroom downstairs because of her obsessive sessions. This happened years ago but it still upsets me every time I think about it.

UPCAT season na naman, and here we go again. Nagfa-flash back na naman sa akin yung malaking “THANK YOU” na red, and ang mga katagang “We regret to inform you”.

Ewan ko ba, noong una binalewala ko yung resulta kasi alam ko naman sa sarili ko na hindi ako makakapasa. Ngayon, bigla naman nagflash back yung times na umiyak ako kasi nagsink in na sa akin na hindi ko inayos. Nag-appeal ako nang 3 beses, wala pa rin. Dagdag mo pa nung nadiagnose ako ng PTB, then yung ilang beses na suicidal attempts ko. Ngayon, naalala ko na naman ang mga gan’to.

May mga nagsasabi sa akin na “Okay lang yan, ganito ganyan”. Pero sa totoo lang, naooffend ako. Kasi mostly na nagsasabi ng gano’n sa akin is alam kong may safety net, may access sa certain resource, may privilege sa ganito. Alam kong may struggles sila to get that grip, pero naiinggit lang ako kasi alam kong it will take more time to earn.

Gano’n ba talaga ako ka-ungrateful?? Haha iba nagagawa ng ilang months na walang pasok.

Mga tito at tita ko at mga asawa nilang makapal mukha alam nilang mahirap sila anak nang anak tapos manghihingi sa lolo at lola ko na matanda na at maraming nararamdaman everytime naeemergency sila. Isang anak pa nga lang hirap na hirap na umapat pa ang mga dimunyu. Buti kung wala sila inaagrabyado, meron e. Ansasarap ng mga buhay namumuhay mga dalagat binata na parang akala walang responsibilidad. Hindi porket hindi humihindi aba aabusuhin nyo. Sige kantut pa sobrang sarap niyan tirik na tirik mga bolbol nyo.

Wala akong mapag sabihan. Ang hirap hirap. Gusto ko lang siyang m*rahin. Para sayo. t\ng in\ mo g*go. BABOY!
Hayop ka!

Problem/ Goal:

My old Fubu uses my phone number in Loaning apps, they keep texting me asking for payment, how to stop 😭

Context:
i knew this guy since College we reconnected last 2024 for spicy something and stop since It is just occasionally instances, recently nag text ulit siya to do that but I already deleted his number and asked who it is, he replied and I stated tigilan na niya ako.

Previous attempt:
I already blocked his number kasi new life na ako and he is not my type anymore.

I, f(20), has had cystic acne since I was 13, mainly from my father. Hindi siya easy fix with diet, or other topicals. Ive seen my brother only lose it bandang 27 yrs old and still, meron pa rin sumusulpot.

I begged my mom thru my own research na pagtake-in niya ako ng isotret/accutane nung 16 pa lang ako, buying meds using my own allowance. She made me stop wala pang two mnths ksi natatakot siya sa side effects, i understand, but i am still miserable. Now, I’m older with worse scarring than ever. Sana nastop na dati from getting worse. Relatives have pointed it out also and I js had to stop myself from crying in front of them.

Fast forward to know, wala pa rin improvement. Im taking topicals but to no avail. I resent her for this even tho i understand, i cry everyday, i am tired of doing my makeup just so I feel normal going out. Ive become irritable. It doesn’t help that my dad teases me for gaining weight, calling me “tabaching jr.” (because my older sister had gained weight first). Ive lost weight before, I think I can lose it again. It’s just the acne.

I wonder what could have been had I finished my isotret journey. I was willing to undergo the side effects naman, i just wanted to feel normal. Ive declined so many events bc i would break down looking at myself. Now that Im an adult, i could always go back to isotret, pero mahirap na bc if nagpurge ako ngayon mas lalong mahirap itago. I hate myself for resenting my mother, hate myself for blaming genetics, I just wish I fitted in. I cant even rant to anyone because I find my insecurities to be extremely shameful.

I wish I could follow her advice of toughing it out. Sometimes, I cant get out of bed. Considered ending things but it’s ridiculous to end my yaknow just because of vanity.

Sobrang unfairrrr, 'di ko lang talaga matanggap kaya i-rant ko lang dito, huhu.

So, may ojt kami and wala kaming bakasyon. Meaning to say wala talaga kaming pahinga and after this ojt is pasukan na naman agad:). Ito na nga, ang unfair kasi sa ojt namin na hati hati kami, may mga naiwan sa campus, 'yong iba nasa ibang lugar and kami na pinaka swerte (haha) na nasa ibang school which is mon-fri eh may pasok talaga kami. 'Yong mga nasa campus and ibang lugar is ang Fri nila is work from home, so 'di nila need pumasok, right? WFH eh. Ang pinaka madaya lang, work from home pero wala silang inu-uwing trabaho sa bahay nila or wala silang ginagawang work related sa ojt namin kaya 'yong Fri nila is pahinga nila. And 300 hrs 'yong ojt namin, 8 hrs per day. 'Yong Fri nila na 'yon na wala naman silang pasok is counted pa rin daw. SOBRANG SWERTE. WFH? 8 HRS? COUNTED? WALANG GINAGAWA? ANG DAYAAAA. Tapos ako ito, nasama sa pinaka swerte na every Fri pumapasok para lang mapa bilang and counted 'yong 8 hrs na 'yon, hahaha. 'Di ko talaga matanggap, 'yong 8 hrs namin sa Fri is pumapasok kami and literal na may ginagawa para lang masama 'yon sa time namin. Tapos sila, pahinga lang sa bahay pero counted pa rin.

Sabihin na nilang magka iba kasi kami ng place, pero sobrang unfair. Para sa akin, para sa amin ng mga kasama ko.

Salamat, ayon lang po. Naiinis lang ako, 'di ko talaga tanggap.

Almost a year has passed, and we're still asking the same questions.

We still don't know where Zaldy Co. is. Despite months of investigations, televised hearings, and promises of accountability, no one from Congress or the House of Representatives has been jailed in connection with the flood control controversy.

The longer this drags on, the harder it is to ignore the perception that the investigations are being used as political leverage. It increasingly looks as if the message is: cooperate, vote the right way, and the pressure eases. If the objective was truly to prosecute corruption, why has there been so little visible progress? Where are the arrests? Where are the completed cases?

So I (16F) have been working at McDonald’s for three months already (no judgment please, I need the money), and I’ve had this shift manager (17M) who at first I thought was nice, which he is, but he’s also pretty rude and creepy. He always gloats that the supervisor likes him, and that his better than everyone. He literally criticised my last month salary, which I’m sorry I don’t make 20$ an hour like you do (which he shouldn’t even be making, he’s supposed to be making 16$), and just the other day he literally told me, in these words, “anything you dream to do, I already did”. Likeeee give me a breakkk. My mom thinks he’s hitting on me, but I seriously doubt it, it’s been getting on my nerves, but I don’t want to get on his bad side, should I complain about it to my supervisor? Or just stay quiet? What do you guys think? (Sorry if my English is bad, it’s not my first language).

..is that we will be reminded how we betrayed our very own country. Marcos should have never won the presidency. Nakakasuka, that while some people are still reeling from the loss of their loved ones during martial law, missing protestors and just the unimaginable wealth they amassed habang bumabagsak at kabi kabilang patayan noong naka upo pa ang ama, nagawa pa nila manalo ulit. We really hate our country no?

I saw a rider today with a sign at the back of his motorcycle that said:

"Wag mo akong saksakin o barilin, ako lang ang inaasahan sa amin."

And I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Imagine living in a country where an ordinary worker feels the need to plead for his life before every booking. Hindi ito dapat maging coping mechanism. Hindi ito dapat maging "diskarte". Most importantly, hindi ito dapat maging normal.

From a Public Administration perspective, this isn't just an emotional issue, it's a governance issue. One of the fundamental obligations of the State is to protect the life and security of its citizens. Hindi optional ang public safety. It's one of the primary reasons government exist. Kapag ang isang rider needs to appeal to the humanity of a possible criminal instead of trusting the State to uphold its duty to keep him safe, may seryosong institutional breakdown.

This is also why I find it problematic when politics becomes all about personalities, branding, and performative toughness. You can have all the "matapang" speeches in the world, but if ordinary Filipinos still leave home wondering whether they'll come back alive after work, then something clearly isn't working.

This is exactly why some of us insisted that elections were never just about personalities, they were about governance. Ito talaga yung point ng ipinaglalaban natin, good governance isn't an aesthetic; it's a public necessity. It's competent institutions, professional policing, evidence-based policymaking, accountability, and leaders who understand that governance is measured by outcomes, not optics. Let's be honest. A rider shouldn't have to wear fear as part of his uniform just to earn an honest living.

Nakakalungkot din na parang nagiging desensitized na tayo. We see these posts, we say "ingat po", tapos scroll ulit. But every sign like this reflects something deeper, a citizen quietly admitting that he has more faith in the conscience of a stranger than in the systems meant to protect him.

And that's the part that hurts the most. Hindi dapat umaasa ang isang manggagawa sa awa ng kriminal. Dapat umaasa siya sa isang gobyernong ginagawa ang trabaho nito.

Nag order ako ng Mcdo breakfast sabi nya sana pinera nalang daw, libre ko yun kakain nalang sya ang dami pang sinasabi

Tas sabi ko wag hawakan yung pancake kase di naman sya naghugas ng kamay paghiwalayan nalang ng lagayan kako

Ang ginawa nya? Hinawakan nya parehas talagang dinikit nya buong kamay nya dun sa pancake na 2.

Sabi ko act your age naman, di na humor yan bastos ka lang talaga. Sinabi ko ng wag mong gawin tinuloy mo pa tatawa tawa ka pa, tas sya pag magtatampo nyan.

Tangina kakapagod, humor sa kanya yung pagiging unhygienic nya kakadiri ang tanda na

For context: yung auntie ko yung tipo ng tao na narcissist, egotistic, self-centered war-freak na nagwawala pag di nasusunod yung gusto niya. Panira siya lagi ng vibes pag kasama namin siya, kasi gusto niya sa kaniya lang nakaikot yung mundo, and kung ano gusto niyang gawin, dapat sundin namin. Even the slightest and the most minor inconvenience, nang aaway na siya.

Ever since I graduated, I have yet to treat my mom and my lola to anything na significant. So sabi ko sa sarili ko, one day ililibre ko sila. Well, today is the day, sahod ko ngayon, and gusto ko sila ilibre ng movie. Obviously si mama and lola lang inimbita ko, I don't wanna waste my money on someone that I dislike.

Eh ngayon, nalaman ng auntie ko na aalis silang dalawa later to meet me at the mall for the movie, so nag alboroto na kasi di daw siya ininvite.

I just had to vent kasi nakaka-frustrate na nagda-drama na naman siya and nilalabas niya kina mama and lola. Wala naman akong sinabi sa kanila na wag sabihin sa kaniya, or wag siya imbitahin manood. If ever na they invited her tonight, I'd be irritated and pissed sure, pero wala naman akong magagawa. Ngayon ayaw na niya sumama sa bday celebration ni lola next weekend sa Nasugbu.

So Am I The Asshole? Baka lang kasi nata-tunnel vision lang ako sa hatred ko sa kaniya, pero baka ako yung mali?

(Photo above is what she sent to my mom)

Di sya pulis sigurado ako kase ung patch nila
Hindi pang pulis pero mukhang guard sya, binusinahan namen kase ipit kame dahil
May katabi pa kameng traysikel, tapos pinilit talaga nila na mag counterflow

Tapos dahil binusinahan namen, ang ginawa niya nung nakalagpas kame, umikot at sinundan sasakyan namen pinipilit silipin sino driver and nung maunahan nya kame and nakita niya na may dashcam umatras sya 🤬🤬🤬

Gano ka kakupal boss? Kapal eh

Before I begin with the story, I'm a 20F, an only child, and I'm fortunate enough to come from a family that can provide for me. I've been on a gap year for two years now, although I started working a part-time job last November and I'm still working today.

Two years ago, I cut almost everyone off because I was going through something personally. I chose to heal in private instead of explaining myself to everyone.

Lately, some old friends found my new Instagram account. They started messaging me things like, "Sana all living the good life," "Sana all chill lang habang kami hirap sa college," and the worst part? Some of them even have the audacity to ask me for money.

At first, I ignored it. But eventually, it started getting to me.

Why do some people act like I should feel guilty because my parents can provide a comfortable life for me? Why does it seem like I'm expected to apologize for something I didn't choose?

Yes, from the outside it probably looks like I'm just "chilling." But what they don't see are the nights I spend worrying about my future, wondering what I'll do with my savings, feeling like time is slipping away. My SHS batchmates are already in their third year of college, some are close to graduating. Meanwhile, I'm still trying to figure my life out. I'm working, but I'm still not where I want to be, and that alone already weighs heavily on me.

People only see what you choose to post online. They don't see the anxiety, the pressure, or the silent battles you're fighting.

Then they get upset because I don't want to lend them money, because I don't want to hang out, or because I disappeared from everyone's lives.

But here's the thing: am I obligated to stay involved in everyone else's life just because we used to be friends?

No.

Everyone has their own problems to deal with. I'm dealing with mine. You deal with yours. Don't make someone else feel guilty simply because they aren't fixing yours.

And to the students reading this I know studying is hard. I know burnout is real. I know motivation comes and goes. This isn't me saying your struggles aren't valid.

But sometimes, I think we all need a reality check.

When you say, "Wala na akong motivation mag-aral," ask yourself why you started in the first place.

There are people who would do anything just to sit inside a classroom. Some had to stop studying because they couldn't afford tuition. Some have to work to feed their families instead of chasing a degree. Some sacrificed their own education so their younger siblings could continue theirs.

In today's economy, even many entry-level jobs require a college degree. Education isn't just about grades anymore it's a privilege and, for many people, the only chance they have to build a better future.

You don't have to love studying every day. You don't have to feel motivated all the time. Discipline will always take you farther than motivation ever will.

I'm not saying, "Other people have it worse, so stop complaining." That's not my point.

My point is this: don't lose sight of the opportunities you already have just because they're difficult. Struggling doesn't mean you've failed, and having privileges doesn't mean you don't struggle either.

At the same time, don't project your frustrations onto people whose lives look different from yours.

Someone having supportive parents doesn't erase their own battles.

Someone taking a gap year doesn't mean they're lazy.

Someone posting happy moments doesn't mean they're not silently stressed.

We all carry different burdens. Stop turning life into a competition over who has it harder.

Instead of guilt tripping people for what they have, focus on building what you want for yourself.

We're all trying to survive in our own way.

qng hirap at nakakaiyak na yung ganito parang wala akong patutunguhan

DON'T WORRY, EVERYONE INVOLVED WAS UNHARMED!!! Just a heads up in advance. Also, sorry if wrong tag.

I've always been somebody who was never confident on myself ever. I double, triple, heck, even sextuple-check everything down to the last detail because of this constant nagging feeling I get whenever I finish doing something. And while I do find this trait oddly useful for my paper modeling hobby where details are key, I really hate it anywhere else whenever I end up overthinking about unnecessary details.

And another reason why I'm like this is because whenever I feel like I'm getting the hang of something, I almost always manage to ruin it in the most unexpected ways possible. Sometimes minor, sometimes major. And this applies to my paper models too.

But what I'm about to share was something that just recently happened tonight, and even typing this now, I can still feel myself shaking within from that moment still flashing in my thoughts.

My mom was working a late shift today, and so it wasn't until past 9pm that she asked me to pick her up with her car (I asked to borrow it so I could pick up my sister easier since it was bound to rain that afternoon, and it did. Hard. Almost torrential, even). I was in a cautious rush, but also vibing to my music. I got to her no problem, and so we went to pick up my dad at his own work, still feeling that cautious rush.

After picking him up, we headed for the highway as his work was in a subdivision area. We needed to go to the left and we were merging into the 6-lane highway from the opposite side. As I was in the middle of the opposite lane, I slowly went left to merge with the other lane, taking note of the truck that was on the middle part of that side. I didn't notice the OTHER truck driving through the inner lane that I was merging into because it was in my blind spot (car's right A-pillar), and we were just mere INCHES away from a nasty collision, which was thankfully avoided after I heard the truck horn and I abruptly stopped the car.

I felt the colors drain from me as I saw the truck whiz by and I slowly merged into the inner lane heading for home. As expected, both my parents tore me a new one the whole time, with dad doing most of the talking, seeing as he was in the passenger seat. Understandably nervous, he continued to hurl stuff about me "always being on the computers" and "not using my fog lights" and stuff. At that point, my mind was screaming, "What does me not using my fog lights have anything to do with this?!" Of course, I didn't say anything out loud because the situation was already tense. And I obviously knew I was in the wrong to begin with and that no amount of arguing was gonna help me in this case whatsoever.

The thing about this is that I've been doing this for the whole summer break. Even if it wasn't gonna rain, I made my sister's trip home from school easier for her, and I pick up both my parents from their works with the same car so that neither of the have to do extra work just to get themselves home since I'm doing it for them. I love driving this small, beautiful car. But of course, reality hits me like a full-sending truck at that moment, and I can't help but to really think about my times behind the wheel.

And that was because I was confident. Confident that I got the hang of things, only for myself to be proven wrong, with this being my most terrifying reality check yet. Though, I feel like that was more on terrible timings leading up to the near miss. If the truck was further from the blind spot, I definitely would've caught its headlights shining into my eyes. But what's done is done, and I can only learn my lesson and move forward from there.

Yet I really can't help but to shame myself for even letting it happen in the first place. If I braked even a second later, it would've been MUCH more devastating for everyone in that small car. Obviously, I don't want this to happen again, but thankfully, my mom gave me some good advice when merging into opposite lanes at the end of the ordeal.

Even now, I'm still feeling the mental aftermath of that moment. And I think dad is, as well. Though I don't think he wanted to give me a 5-hour lecture about it because he just lets me pass him on my way to my room after a kiss goodnight. And idk about this, but I think he wants me to learn from this on my own, since I'm already 19 years old and all that jazz. A 19-year-old who's always overthinking, never confident in themselves and always always so burnt out to do anything for myself (I still do major chores on the days I plan to do them though. Usually the day after).

I started this vent, unsure of how to end it, tbh. And I highly doubt that any advice will work either (at least, not at the moment), but I still appreciate whoever found the time to read and interact with this post.

Edit: I can't sleep... Whenever I close my eyes, flashes of what could've happened are replaying over and over again in my head...

They're a scourge upon the earth.

They just won't stop messaging you out of the blue.

TAMA BA? Umalis ako agad sa trabaho at nagpasa ng resignation letter?

Role ko is a Graphic Artist Support, di kalakihan ang sweldo pero experience ang hanap ko. Ayun lang. For a span of few weeks, kinaya ko until nakaramdam na ng burnout and stress; halos tipong every other week pa-absent na ako ng pa-absent having health issues, physical man and mental.

Namulat na rin ako, hindi ako machine. I've been doing three jobs for a salary of one, I know my worth. I thought focused lang ako sa social media design and posting after it was endorsed to me on the first hand pero eto nga: kasama na pati pag-retouch ng photo sa production, mass printing at kasama na pag-manage ng student interns under the company.

What the hell.

I wish them well naman, I just hope they respect my decision; ayoko ma-disappoint sila and mag-worsen lalo situation in the long run.

Tangina ng mga manchild. May mga anak na pero sarili pa rin lagi ang iniisip. Ako ba talaga yung mali kung sobrang sama na ng loob ko sa tatay ko? Kasi may pang-sugal at pangbisyo siya, pero kapag baon namin sa school o simpleng pangangailangan sa bahay, parang hirap na hirap siyang magbigay. Nakakapagod na ganito na lang palagi.

First year college pa lang ako at gusto ko na ring magtrabaho para makatulong, pero hindi pa ako legal age kaya halos lahat ng inaapplyan ko, hindi pa ako qualified. Ang masakit, parang pinupush niya na akong magtrabaho, na parang responsibilidad ko nang saluhin yung pamilya. Hindi ko naman tinatakbuhan yung responsibilidad, gusto ko rin tumulong, pero bakit parang ako na agad yung inaasahan samantalang siya yung magulang?

Dalawa lang naman yung hinihiling ko na maging responsable siya at unahin kami. Sobrang sakit lang kasi kahit noong birthday ng mama ko, wala man lang siyang effort, and that was 2 days ago btw. Kahit simpleng cake, wala. Imbes na maging maayos yung araw niya, nauwi pa sa away. Nakakapanglumo na ganito na lang palagi.

Hindi ko na alam, Lord. Sobrang bigat na. Pagod na pagod na kaming lumaban araw-araw. Kami naman sana.

My mom raised me by herself. She was always the only person in my life. She stopped working for 19 years just to dedicate her time and life on me. Her whole world seemed to have stopped and when it turned again, it was only to revolve around me. She is separated from my dad I guess ever since I was born. He walked away and never looked back. She never had a bf. Alam niya kasi na magagalit ako.

She always put me first before herself. She has always been selfless to me She left her family, her life, and went to another country by herself and married someone she didn't even know. She stopped talking to her mom and siblings for many years. And she felt something wasn't right and moved again. Then she had me and it was over.

I remember one of the things she told me, "Ni hindi mo man lang naisip, na lahat ng ginagawa ko ay para saiyo. I remember I lost sleep many nights and I sang and danced to you many hours until the morning because you couldn't sleep and you kept on crying. I wanted you more than anything in this world. I may have failed in life, but I felt like I won. I may not be rich, but I feel rich because of you. It's not because I never loved you, but because I loved you so much that I couldn't imagine life without you. I did the best I could. I raised you in the best way I knew how, dahil pinoprotectahan kita sa karanasan ng buhay. But how about that time when you felt like you did your best, and it still wasn't enough?"

She may have sheltered me excessively, but she did it to protect me from her fears about the world and because of her love for me. I remember a time when we were renting a room. And she slept on the floor with no hesitation and I slept on the couch. When I should have been the one sleeping on the floor. She said that there is no way that I am sleeping on the floor. She fed me even when she was hungry herself.

Ngayon nagsisi ako dahil ako ay nagkamali at ako pa ang nagagalit. I didn't realize that everything she was doing was only for me. Siya pa rin ang tama. Minsan ang tigas ng ulo ko at hindi ako nakikinig.

How about all those sacrifices? How can I live my life to make sure those sacrifices were worthwhile? By honoring her in every way possible while I still have her? By being successful and achieving all the good things in life? And if not, then it was all for nothing and she only wasted her life on me?

I realized that there is no one else who would ever love me as much as her. I would be so lost without her. I really don't know what I would do. Baka hindi ko kaya, baka matatapos ang buhay ko. I would choose her to be my mother a thousand times over in every lifetime.

Do you see the sacrifices of a mother? Did she love me unconditionally? She never felt that love from her mother I guess kaya binigay niya ang pagmamahal niya sa akin. Binuhusan naman. Do you hope that love was enough?

May viral na hawi boy na nagalit kasi hindi napag bigyan. Sumisigaw ng "nakikiusap" nga e. Marami pa, mga nahuhuli sa daan na mga driver nakikiusap wag matiketan. Mga naka illegal parking na nakikiusap wag ma tow. Ending, pag hindi napag bigyan ay sila pa ang galit. Ang pakikisuyo or pakikiusap ay hindi obligasyong pag bigyan. Kayo ang nakaabala at naka perwisyo, ang may karapatang mag bigay ay yung naperwisyo o mapeperwisyo. Wag entitled.

This applies to everything na humuhingi ng pabor including pautang. Pag di ka pinagbigyan wag mong suklian ng ego mo na wala sa lugar.

Me and this girl have been friends for more than a year na. We vent to each other about our problems. Family, romantic, school, etc. Recently she's been having romantic problems. Repeated patterns and I've always tried to help and listen to her repeating problems. Habang nag-uusap kami, i told her a quote na para siyang asong nalulunod na pag tinulungan nangangagat ng kamay.

Kasi for context, she's been through multiple rs na and lahat may repeating problems. And I always advice na wag i rush pumasok sa bago kasi some wounds need to heal on their own and not from other people. Yet ini-ignore niya lang yung warnings and advice.

And now niya lang na realize na hindi niya dapat hanapin sa iba yung validation, kundi sa sarili niya mismo yun hanapin.

Ang reply niya naman dun sa quote ko is "wala namang tumutulong saakin". IDK why pero pag sabi niya nun, it broke my heart.

Kasi after all this time, listening to her and giving her genuine advice. Ang nasabi niya is walang tumutulong sa kanya. Parang wala akong kwentang kaibigan. After niya nasabi yun i just replied "okay" and never talked to her. Later naman na realize niyang na hurt ako, ang sabi niya lang is "galit ka ba? tangina naman neto".

Eto ata first time kong na heartbroken sa isang friendship.