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2023.06.07 14:08 MisterGallows Brand New ONE PIECE Fanfiction Series!
Hello, my friends! This is my very first post on this page, and honestly i can't believe it's taken me so long. Thank you for letting me join up and be a part of this awesome community!:)
My name is Danny Gallows, and i am a writer and musician. I was a late bloomer to OP, having only started watching the show in the summer of 2020, but since then it has become a massive part of my life and is currently, by far, my new favorite anime. I just started watching the Zou arc last week, and my OP energy has never been higher! I originally began watching OP at a time in my life when i really need happiness and inspiration, and being able to continuously join the Straw Hat's on their adventures has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
And that brings me to my post today! As i mentioned, i am an proud independent author, focusing on mostly fantasy/fanfiction. I usually create books for shows/movies/games that inspire me, and have since released two Star Wars books, as well as a Dark Crystal novel. But for the past year or so I've also had many ideas for a OP arc floating around in my head, so i began to fill up some notebooks. And after the "Raizo is safe" moment, i was so inspired that i finally decided to sit down and start it.
I figured because this community page allows some self promotion, this would be the best place to share it:) So i wanted to let you all know! Here is the book's description:
"The Lighthouse Empire Arc takes place immediately after the Fishman Island Arc, as the crew sails North to their next destination. After seeing a mysterious light on the horizon, the crew soon finds themselves on the doorstep of a massive floating city the size of a real island. In the shape of a star, with colorful lighthouses at each point, the made-made city is 80K strong, with 5 ships and their captains, as well as a commodore named Dani Sky, a man who ate the sky-sky fruit, leading his humble civilization with pride and power. Yet soon after the crew arrives, they find themselves adrift in a sea of darkness, as Naval forces descend like a ferocious storm upon the empire. As the crew will soon discover, the humble family that cares for this place harbors evil histories they have been trying to escape. Now that Luffy has befriended them, their situation becomes his responsibly."
So far i already have one episode completed, and i release them one half at a time. I have writing fever right now, so the plan is to release something new every week. Oda has always been a huge inspiration for me, and i believe that both cosplay and fanfiction are the most sincere forms of respect and gratitude us fans can show. And sense i can't cosplay--except for maybe Fat Luffy--writing is definitely my forte!
Unlike my normal books, which obviously read like books, this series is set up to read as if you were watching the show itself. So the descriptions are short and literal, everything is in present tense, and it's formatted more like a screenplay, which makes it easier for those who are familiar with watching the show. Needless to say, this is a massive undertaking and it will most likely take me another year or so to complete, as it's a full arc. Something i always want to make clear is that i do not write traditional fanfiction, which is often just short, poorly writen ideas. I create actual, well thought out books which could be canon. I like to think that if i have passion for what i'm writing about, i understand the characters and world well enough to make something realistic, and i'm definietly very confident in this new series!
Thank you so much for reading my long post. Sorry, but i'm writer--i write!:) And if you'd like to start a new OP adventure, i publish all of my work on Wattpad, so it's available to all and completely free to read. And please remember that much more is on the way soon, you're only at the very tip of the iceberg! I have tons of notes planned out for an extremely detailed arc, which will play out just like any other arc you may enjoy.
Here is the link to my page! : https://www.wattpad.com/useDCLGalloway
Enjoy, my friends! More updates to come soon as i release new material! MUCH LOVE.
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My name is Danny Gallows, and i am a writer and musician. I was a late bloomer to OP, having only started watching the show in the summer of 2020, but since then it has become a massive part of my life and is currently, by far, my new favorite anime. I just started watching the Zou arc last week, and my OP energy has never been higher! I originally began watching OP at a time in my life when i really need happiness and inspiration, and being able to continuously join the Straw Hat's on their adventures has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
And that brings me to my post today! As i mentioned, i am an proud independent author, focusing on mostly fantasy/fanfiction. I usually create books for shows/movies/games that inspire me, and have since released two Star Wars books, as well as a Dark Crystal novel. But for the past year or so I've also had many ideas for a OP arc floating around in my head, so i began to fill up some notebooks. And after the "Raizo is safe" moment, i was so inspired that i finally decided to sit down and start it.
I figured because this community page allows some self promotion, this would be the best place to share it:) So i wanted to let you all know! Here is the book's description:
"The Lighthouse Empire Arc takes place immediately after the Fishman Island Arc, as the crew sails North to their next destination. After seeing a mysterious light on the horizon, the crew soon finds themselves on the doorstep of a massive floating city the size of a real island. In the shape of a star, with colorful lighthouses at each point, the made-made city is 80K strong, with 5 ships and their captains, as well as a commodore named Dani Sky, a man who ate the sky-sky fruit, leading his humble civilization with pride and power. Yet soon after the crew arrives, they find themselves adrift in a sea of darkness, as Naval forces descend like a ferocious storm upon the empire. As the crew will soon discover, the humble family that cares for this place harbors evil histories they have been trying to escape. Now that Luffy has befriended them, their situation becomes his responsibly."
So far i already have one episode completed, and i release them one half at a time. I have writing fever right now, so the plan is to release something new every week. Oda has always been a huge inspiration for me, and i believe that both cosplay and fanfiction are the most sincere forms of respect and gratitude us fans can show. And sense i can't cosplay--except for maybe Fat Luffy--writing is definitely my forte!
Unlike my normal books, which obviously read like books, this series is set up to read as if you were watching the show itself. So the descriptions are short and literal, everything is in present tense, and it's formatted more like a screenplay, which makes it easier for those who are familiar with watching the show. Needless to say, this is a massive undertaking and it will most likely take me another year or so to complete, as it's a full arc. Something i always want to make clear is that i do not write traditional fanfiction, which is often just short, poorly writen ideas. I create actual, well thought out books which could be canon. I like to think that if i have passion for what i'm writing about, i understand the characters and world well enough to make something realistic, and i'm definietly very confident in this new series!
Thank you so much for reading my long post. Sorry, but i'm writer--i write!:) And if you'd like to start a new OP adventure, i publish all of my work on Wattpad, so it's available to all and completely free to read. And please remember that much more is on the way soon, you're only at the very tip of the iceberg! I have tons of notes planned out for an extremely detailed arc, which will play out just like any other arc you may enjoy.
Here is the link to my page! : https://www.wattpad.com/useDCLGalloway
Enjoy, my friends! More updates to come soon as i release new material! MUCH LOVE.
2023.06.07 14:03 douroumou Will Zaheer appear in the next Avatar Series?
 | As we know from Lok, Iroh at some point of his life decided to leave his body behind and "move" to the Spirit World, possibly forever. Is someone like this possible to happen with Zaheer in the next Avatar Series? submitted by douroumou to legendofkorra [link] [comments] The last we heard from him, he was imprisoned in some underground mountain prison outside of Republic City. Despite being in prison, he said himself that he spends most of his time in the Spirit World. In my mind, there's a huge chance that Zaheer decides to permanently move there. Just like Iroh did. To either live peacefully and be with the spirits or to continue his previous plans but leading from the Spirit World. I might be biased cause I love Zaheer as a character, but seeing him interact with the new Avatar, after he tried so hard for him/her not to be born, it would make for a very interesting conversation. Would you like to see that happen? If that happens, how would a convo between them go? Will Korra's fear of Zaheer be passed on to the next Avatar? Are some enemies stong enough to transcend lifetimes? |
2023.06.07 14:03 QuiscoverFontaine Two Strangers Far From Home
Merv’s dull clamour reaches always her first when she arrives, followed closely by the smell; the air dark with the press of tired bodies and smoke and camels. Nisa is grateful that money has no smell else the town would be unbearable.
As always the central market is a deafening forum of voices, every trader trying to argue their way to prosperity. A heaving throng of faces and languages and manner of dress, but all still people just like her. Citizens of nowhere but the roads, of only the spaces between cities.
Among them all, a man catches her eye. The red dust of the road is still caught in his dark hair, his manners conscious and practised, his clothing incongruous even here.
He and Nisa make their trades in fractured sentences with words borrowed from a language neither of them speaks with any fluency. Two strangers both so far from home. Purple dye and red lacquer, gold cloth and bronze mirrors, statues of gods she recognises exchanged for gods she doesn’t. Goods that have been already passed along a relay of dozens of hands passed on once more.
Nisa cannot quite say what it is about him. Perhaps it’s his patience, or that he doesn’t try to cheat her out of a fair deal like so many others. Perhaps it’s the way his expression lifts when his eyes meet hers. Or the way he returns her smile. Or that she allows his hands to linger too long on hers.
They linger after their business is complete, both lacking the words to articulate what lay between them. There is colour in his cheeks. Nisa’s heart is galloping in her chest.
***
It is months before she returns to Merv, arriving heavy with a cargo of gold, wine, raw glass and tempered expectations.
Nisa had thought of him often during her journey there and back again when she had nothing but time as her companion. What might be. The small, warm spark of possibility climbing up into a blaze then settling into low, glowing embers and then down to smouldering ashes.
It had been nothing, she convinces herself. Only a passing politeness and no more. He will have forgotten her in an instant, and she will never see him again. Small mercies.
And yet he is there once more. His face calls out to her from the shifting masses like a beacon, his eyes alight with his recognition of her.
And the sight of him again reminds her that dying embers can still light a fire.
Had he waited for her? Or is this fate?
‘Come with’ he whispers to her that evening, wrapping his warm hands around hers. And in that moment, she is tempted. This is the furthest east she has ever travelled, has never dared leave the familiar safety of Parthia. There is still much further to go.
But would be madness. She hardly knows this man, can barely speak to him. Besides, she has already sold on her Western goods; there will be no market for the heavy silks she just bought back where they came from.
‘Next time. Perhaps,’ she tells him, unsure whether she has missed an opportunity or avoided a mistake. He nods and presses her fingertips to his lips, and her doubts disappear once more.
***
There is no sign of him the next time Nisa returns. She searches through the markets while refusing to trade on her wares, fearful of stumbling into the same mistake as before. New caravans of traders arrive from the east every day, but his face is not among them.
Fate indeed.
What a fool she was to think that he alone might be something solid in a world where nothing is fixed in place. The cities forever full of unfamiliar faces, a different camel at every trading post, always carrying things she cannot keep with only a bag of mismatched coins from places she’s never seen to show for it.
She could give up, go back to Ctesiphon and its comfortable memories. But how long would that last, with the Romans eyeing its walls like hungry wolves, seeking to swallow it whole as they do everywhere else within their reach?
All she has now with any certainty is the same stretch of road back and forth and back again, and the point outside Nishapur where she buried her husband too many years ago.
And certainty in herself.
When the new day begins, cold and clear, Nisa packs her new camel with her unsold goods—the same eastern silk unpicked and rewoven to a fine sheer veil as if it were something new—and joins the next caravan heading east to Bukhara.
There are half a hundred reasons why she’ll likely never see her stranger again. No matter. There’s no use waiting.
---
Original here.
submitted by QuiscoverFontaine to Quiscovery [link] [comments]
As always the central market is a deafening forum of voices, every trader trying to argue their way to prosperity. A heaving throng of faces and languages and manner of dress, but all still people just like her. Citizens of nowhere but the roads, of only the spaces between cities.
Among them all, a man catches her eye. The red dust of the road is still caught in his dark hair, his manners conscious and practised, his clothing incongruous even here.
He and Nisa make their trades in fractured sentences with words borrowed from a language neither of them speaks with any fluency. Two strangers both so far from home. Purple dye and red lacquer, gold cloth and bronze mirrors, statues of gods she recognises exchanged for gods she doesn’t. Goods that have been already passed along a relay of dozens of hands passed on once more.
Nisa cannot quite say what it is about him. Perhaps it’s his patience, or that he doesn’t try to cheat her out of a fair deal like so many others. Perhaps it’s the way his expression lifts when his eyes meet hers. Or the way he returns her smile. Or that she allows his hands to linger too long on hers.
They linger after their business is complete, both lacking the words to articulate what lay between them. There is colour in his cheeks. Nisa’s heart is galloping in her chest.
***
It is months before she returns to Merv, arriving heavy with a cargo of gold, wine, raw glass and tempered expectations.
Nisa had thought of him often during her journey there and back again when she had nothing but time as her companion. What might be. The small, warm spark of possibility climbing up into a blaze then settling into low, glowing embers and then down to smouldering ashes.
It had been nothing, she convinces herself. Only a passing politeness and no more. He will have forgotten her in an instant, and she will never see him again. Small mercies.
And yet he is there once more. His face calls out to her from the shifting masses like a beacon, his eyes alight with his recognition of her.
And the sight of him again reminds her that dying embers can still light a fire.
Had he waited for her? Or is this fate?
‘Come with’ he whispers to her that evening, wrapping his warm hands around hers. And in that moment, she is tempted. This is the furthest east she has ever travelled, has never dared leave the familiar safety of Parthia. There is still much further to go.
But would be madness. She hardly knows this man, can barely speak to him. Besides, she has already sold on her Western goods; there will be no market for the heavy silks she just bought back where they came from.
‘Next time. Perhaps,’ she tells him, unsure whether she has missed an opportunity or avoided a mistake. He nods and presses her fingertips to his lips, and her doubts disappear once more.
***
There is no sign of him the next time Nisa returns. She searches through the markets while refusing to trade on her wares, fearful of stumbling into the same mistake as before. New caravans of traders arrive from the east every day, but his face is not among them.
Fate indeed.
What a fool she was to think that he alone might be something solid in a world where nothing is fixed in place. The cities forever full of unfamiliar faces, a different camel at every trading post, always carrying things she cannot keep with only a bag of mismatched coins from places she’s never seen to show for it.
She could give up, go back to Ctesiphon and its comfortable memories. But how long would that last, with the Romans eyeing its walls like hungry wolves, seeking to swallow it whole as they do everywhere else within their reach?
All she has now with any certainty is the same stretch of road back and forth and back again, and the point outside Nishapur where she buried her husband too many years ago.
And certainty in herself.
When the new day begins, cold and clear, Nisa packs her new camel with her unsold goods—the same eastern silk unpicked and rewoven to a fine sheer veil as if it were something new—and joins the next caravan heading east to Bukhara.
There are half a hundred reasons why she’ll likely never see her stranger again. No matter. There’s no use waiting.
---
Original here.
2023.06.07 14:02 PersonalDocument6339 First time traveling as a family and to Turkey !
So me and my family of 8 (3 children 13 and u see included) are going on our first vacay together to Turkey !! The trip is 8 days so I would say we have ab 6 or 7 full days. I am feeling overwhelmed in planning the cities we are going to. I honestly don’t want to stay in Istanbul the full week bc I know how beautiful the other cities are. I personally want to go to Antalya and my friend recommended this city kalkan near Antalya. After researching I saw the only way to get from Istanbul to Antalya seems to be by plane which is fine bc the tickets aren’t crazy expensive. Am I crazy for wanting to see Antalya more than cappadocia ? What would you recommend in my fine frame and try to consider the fact that we have young kids and wouod like to incorporate stuff thst would like in the trip too. Also!! Would you recommend staying in a villa or hotel !
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2023.06.07 13:58 DianaJ0406 Is LA dangerous nowadays for 4 females to travel?
We're both college students from the east coast, decided to spend our summer break in LA because my friends' cousins used to live near Downtown LA and Beverly Hills, and she said she wanted to retrace the steps of her childhood. Both of our moms plans to visit us and maybe hang out together for a month, so the trip's highly likely to be foursome.
But me being an Asian-American my friend mentioned, being worried, that she heard LA had quite some troubles & hate crimes involving Asians after COVID. Not particularly hate crimes, but the overall safety has gone.. well, bye-bye.
People say that carjacking and all these 'petite-crime' rates have gone up nationwide, not just west coast, after many lost their jobs due to COVID but we didn't really notice any increased threats whilst running around in NY.
We're not so little, both over 5'6 but quite ..thin? And we plan to stay at only 5 star hotels, using public transportation mainly and maybe 2 weeks of rental-car road trip. I'm not worried about parking in big shopping malls or any building with CCTVs but our road trip to Vegas sounds a bit.. dangerous after hearing concerns about walking around late at night in beach areas.
Our concern is if the east coast or midwest is a better fit for 4 women with umm... how should I put this nicely... huge interest in fashion (?). My friend's mom already gave us some money for our trip because she didn't want to drive around in a honda. *cough*
Yeah so... you get the idea. Is it less dangerous to walk around in silk dresses or just shorts..? It'd be the best if we just walk around rodeo drive for a week straight but we kinda want to explore around a bit.
Can you recommend some areas that we need to avoid? And is it indeed not so safe for two young girls and two moms to navigate through?
submitted by DianaJ0406 to AskLosAngeles [link] [comments]
But me being an Asian-American my friend mentioned, being worried, that she heard LA had quite some troubles & hate crimes involving Asians after COVID. Not particularly hate crimes, but the overall safety has gone.. well, bye-bye.
People say that carjacking and all these 'petite-crime' rates have gone up nationwide, not just west coast, after many lost their jobs due to COVID but we didn't really notice any increased threats whilst running around in NY.
We're not so little, both over 5'6 but quite ..thin? And we plan to stay at only 5 star hotels, using public transportation mainly and maybe 2 weeks of rental-car road trip. I'm not worried about parking in big shopping malls or any building with CCTVs but our road trip to Vegas sounds a bit.. dangerous after hearing concerns about walking around late at night in beach areas.
Our concern is if the east coast or midwest is a better fit for 4 women with umm... how should I put this nicely... huge interest in fashion (?). My friend's mom already gave us some money for our trip because she didn't want to drive around in a honda. *cough*
Yeah so... you get the idea. Is it less dangerous to walk around in silk dresses or just shorts..? It'd be the best if we just walk around rodeo drive for a week straight but we kinda want to explore around a bit.
Can you recommend some areas that we need to avoid? And is it indeed not so safe for two young girls and two moms to navigate through?
2023.06.07 13:57 baltimore-aureole NYC flunks economics 101 - is this why our taxes and deficits are out of control?
 | submitted by baltimore-aureole to economy [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/uymnepia4l4b1.jpg?width=310&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f96c49fe068b68d96d11271bb645291791a495ec Photo above - discarded crack pipes made from ordinary household trash. Can't we do better? Not shown - NYC's free vending machines, with made-in-America corporate crack pipes. NYC unveils vending machine for drug users, with free crack pipes and Narcan for ODs Fox News Being a politician is a job with no credentials required. No college education. Knowledge of history not needed. Never had any economics training? - Okay! Not even basic math. All you need to do is convince enough people to vote for you. As exhibit A, I submit New York City's latest brainstorm – free vending machines for crack pipes and Narcan. See link above. There's so much wrong here, I don't know where to begin. First off – common sense. If you had just $1 left in your bank account (NY is, in fact, having a budget crisis), would you blow it on crack pipes? Or possibly something more relevant . . . like fire inspections, subway repairs, or public school infrastructure? Obviously, the guys who dreamed up the crack pipe machines have never seen an apartment fire, ridden on the subway, or have any kids in public schools. Is the concept behind free crack pipes something like this: addicts wouldn't be unable to afford to purchase a pipe after making a drug buy? A subsidy to help dealers keep crack prices high? In any case, the last time anyone checked, you could get all the discarded crack pipes you wanted in Central Park, or in the subway. Maybe even school playgrounds . . . Perhaps elected officials are trying to get out in front of a future problem. With all the drug cartel members crossing the border, at least SOME of them are going to find their way to NYC. This means more crack and fentanyl on the streets. Shouldn't we make sure there are enough pipes, to surf the wave of drug buys? The last thing New Yorkers want to see is some alarming TV report on the shortage of crack pipes. They would certainly hold city hall responsible for that, right? Free Narcan in these very same crack-a-cola vending machines? In case you're not familiar, Narcan is a miracle drug that brings overdosed people back from a near-death experience. And it really works too. But like most pharmaceuticals in America, it can get pricey. A police department near me (Florida) reported recently that they had a Narcan SHORTAGE, because it costs hundreds per dose. And if you don't store NARCAN properly, or administer it correctly, it's worthless. So yes, but all means, let's put Narcan in free vending machines. Where someone can steal it – and sell it to police departments and concerned parents in other states. How does someone even COME UP with the idea of crack pipe vending machines, free or otherwise? Does a city official tell his minions to draft an RFP – request for proposal – and start mailing it out to soda and chip machine vendors? “Gentlemen! Could you build these, and if so how much would each cost? We anticipate buying hundreds.” Or did a politician with ties to a vending machine racket – er I mean entrepreneur – get approached by the machine guys? Is this a scheme by politicians to steer money to their vending pals? If so, politicians should expect contributions from vending guys during the next election. Insist on it, even. Giving away Narcan alongside crack pipes is like bundling free Band-Aids and switchblade knives together. It might seem even handed to someone unfamiliar with knives, but in the end you'll need an endless supply of Band-Aids. My dad only got as far as a high school diploma, but he was a smart guy. He told me “if you subsidize something, you get more of it. If you tax it, you get less of it." In a nutshell that's economics 101. NYC has decided to subsidize crack pipes and raise taxes on legitimate citizens. Can you guess how this turns out . . .? |
2023.06.07 13:57 Top_RAHmen Getting worse
 | Here’s the updated AQI map for the local area as of 7:45. I’m 5 miles outside of downtown Philly… this is awful. submitted by Top_RAHmen to philadelphia [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 13:53 Ixeuu Réduire les dépenses en nourriture ?
Hey tout le monde, je vais aller droit au but du coup mais actuellement je dépense peut être 500 euros en nourriture par mois SEUL
J'arrive même pas à savoir comment c'est possible mais c'est le cas
Je vis dans une grande ville mais en bordure et il n'y a que des city, des markets, des spars, et tout est HORS de prix, 7 euros les 2 steaks, ce genre de trucs
Du coup je suis obligé de commander, je paye pas les frais de livraisons en payant 7 euros par mois mais ça reste extrêmement cher aussi
Pour de vrai j'ai aussi une vraie phobie de sortir et j'ai pas de voiture donc je peux pas aller loin pour aller dans de grandes enseignes
J'avoue que du coup mes repas c'est souvent une boite de merguez de 300 gr + du pain ou ce genre de trucs, je dois payer 5 euros les 300 gr de merguez à peu près
Techniquement je pourrais me mettre à manger des pâtes et ça reviendrait clairement moins cher mais j'aimerais quand même garder une alimentation équilibrée et j'avoue que je suis nul en gestion d'argent niveau alimentaire
Je commande aussi resto 1 fois par semaine mais j'aimerais garder ça histoire de me faire un peu plaisir et c'est pas là que le gros du budget part
En soit je pourrais aller à une grande enseigne en marchant beaucoup + métro mais ça prendrait beaucouppp de temps en trajet, peut être 2h juste pour le trajet et surtout je sais pas quoi acheter ! Parce que si je fais ça évidemment je peux pas y aller tout les jours
Bon voilà du coup j'suis un peu perdu dans ma vie d'adulte actuellement à ce niveau et pourtant j'ai 24 ans (oui oui ...) mais là j'aimerais vraiment changer et commencer à économiser parce que j'imagine même pas si j'arrivais à mettre 300 euros de côté par mois (je gagne 1200 au total APL comprise, j'ai un loyer de 460 donc je suis un peu "serré" et j'aimerais mettre de côté au cas où j'ai une galère un jour)
Voilà désolé, je sais que c'est risible que j'ai pas fait ça avant mais j'ai eu pas mal de problèmes et là j'essaie de me bouger !
Voilà merci par avance pour vos réponses, je prends tout les conseils ou critiques constructives !
Merci encore d'avance et passez une bonne journée/soirée/nuit ;)
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J'arrive même pas à savoir comment c'est possible mais c'est le cas
Je vis dans une grande ville mais en bordure et il n'y a que des city, des markets, des spars, et tout est HORS de prix, 7 euros les 2 steaks, ce genre de trucs
Du coup je suis obligé de commander, je paye pas les frais de livraisons en payant 7 euros par mois mais ça reste extrêmement cher aussi
Pour de vrai j'ai aussi une vraie phobie de sortir et j'ai pas de voiture donc je peux pas aller loin pour aller dans de grandes enseignes
J'avoue que du coup mes repas c'est souvent une boite de merguez de 300 gr + du pain ou ce genre de trucs, je dois payer 5 euros les 300 gr de merguez à peu près
Techniquement je pourrais me mettre à manger des pâtes et ça reviendrait clairement moins cher mais j'aimerais quand même garder une alimentation équilibrée et j'avoue que je suis nul en gestion d'argent niveau alimentaire
Je commande aussi resto 1 fois par semaine mais j'aimerais garder ça histoire de me faire un peu plaisir et c'est pas là que le gros du budget part
En soit je pourrais aller à une grande enseigne en marchant beaucoup + métro mais ça prendrait beaucouppp de temps en trajet, peut être 2h juste pour le trajet et surtout je sais pas quoi acheter ! Parce que si je fais ça évidemment je peux pas y aller tout les jours
Bon voilà du coup j'suis un peu perdu dans ma vie d'adulte actuellement à ce niveau et pourtant j'ai 24 ans (oui oui ...) mais là j'aimerais vraiment changer et commencer à économiser parce que j'imagine même pas si j'arrivais à mettre 300 euros de côté par mois (je gagne 1200 au total APL comprise, j'ai un loyer de 460 donc je suis un peu "serré" et j'aimerais mettre de côté au cas où j'ai une galère un jour)
Voilà désolé, je sais que c'est risible que j'ai pas fait ça avant mais j'ai eu pas mal de problèmes et là j'essaie de me bouger !
Voilà merci par avance pour vos réponses, je prends tout les conseils ou critiques constructives !
Merci encore d'avance et passez une bonne journée/soirée/nuit ;)
2023.06.07 13:53 tripmazaindia Discover the Uniqueness of Dubai: Extraordinary Travel Experiences Await
Top 10 things must do in Dubai!
- Burj Khalifa: Start your Dubai adventure by visiting the iconic Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world. Take in breathtaking views of the city from the observation deck on the 148th floor.
- Desert Safari: Experience the thrill of a desert safari, where you can go dune bashing in a 4x4 vehicle, try sandboarding, and even enjoy a camel ride. End the day with a traditional Bedouin-style dinner and entertainment under the stars.
- Dubai Mall: Explore the vast Dubai Mall, which offers a world-class shopping experience along with various entertainment options. Don't miss the mesmerizing Dubai Aquarium & Underwater Zoo, located inside the mall.
- Palm Jumeirah: Visit the Palm Jumeirah, an artificial island shaped like a palm tree. Take a monorail ride along the trunk and enjoy the luxurious resorts, beach clubs, and restaurants that line the crescent.
- Dubai Creek: Take a traditional abra (water taxi) ride along Dubai Creek, the historic heart of the city. Admire the blend of old and new architecture, visit the Dubai Museum, and explore the vibrant souks (markets) selling gold, spices, and textiles.
- Miracle Garden: Wander through the Dubai Miracle Garden, a stunning floral paradise featuring intricate designs and structures made entirely of flowers. It's a visual spectacle that is sure to leave you in awe.
- Atlantis, The Palm: Indulge in a day of luxury at Atlantis, The Palm. Enjoy the thrilling Aquaventure Waterpark, interact with marine life at The Lost Chambers Aquarium, and relax on the pristine beaches.
- Dubai Marina: Stroll along the Dubai Marina promenade and enjoy the vibrant atmosphere of this waterfront district. Admire the impressive skyline, dine at exquisite restaurants, and take a sunset cruise to fully appreciate the beauty of the area.
- Ski Dubai: Experience the ultimate contrast by visiting Ski Dubai, an indoor ski resort located in the Mall of the Emirates. Enjoy skiing, snowboarding, or simply play in the snow in this unexpected winter wonderland.
- Al Fahidi Historic District: Step back in time at the Al Fahidi Historic District, also known as Bastakiya. Explore the narrow alleyways, visit art galleries and museums, and learn about Dubai's rich cultural heritage. Don't forget to enjoy a traditional Arabian meal at one of the charming courtyard cafes.
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2023.06.07 13:50 g3vie Where can I get some very spicy food? (Old Swan Based)
I moved to Liverpool in 2017, before coming here my previous town had a great restaurant that had super spicy food I would treat myself too from time to time, I can't seem to find anything like that here in Liverpool which is weird since it's a city known for its food. The spiciest dishes are just not spicy enough for me.
Before the pandemic I used to get reaper wings from Patterson's from time to time but post pandemic the 3 times I tried to order from them it was not good quality.
Do any of you know of some very spicy dishes I can order in Liverpool?
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Before the pandemic I used to get reaper wings from Patterson's from time to time but post pandemic the 3 times I tried to order from them it was not good quality.
Do any of you know of some very spicy dishes I can order in Liverpool?
2023.06.07 13:50 CanidPsychopomp The Sopranos and my fucking life story
So anyway if you don't wanna listen, fuck you. I gotta coupla tree tings to say.
First of all I wanna make clear to alla youse that I bin in this thing FROM THE BEGINNING. First fucking episode, first fucking day alright? I recognised the potential from the start. So don't be giving me no attitude.
What it is, is that this fucking show, this fuck tv progrum has reflected and predicted some bits of my life, and maybe not just by chance but because of a couple dumb choices I made. Or maybe I'm the one who needs to get my head examined, I don't know. Paging Dr Melfi! Fuck that, I couldn't afford her pass me another Zoloft wouldya?
So anyway back where I'm from I got involved in a coupla things, nothing heavy, took a few risks. Never faced no consequences. Then I met this girl. Madone! From the first I was smitten. Thick curly black hair, dark eyes and an ass to die for. My thing was kinda windin down and I was ready for pastures new so we upped and moved back where she's from. Now this is Spain. These muthafuckas don't got things organised the way they do in Italy, but believe you me behind the scenes there's a lot going on. None of that interested me however, I was going straight and that was that. For the most part.
But the fucking family. Now my own family are a shitshow in their own right, but I walked right into a whole thing here.
Let me start with my jagoff brother-in-law. This stoogatz was a lazy fucking chifosa gavone, and a complete bullshit artist to boot. When I met him he seemed to make a living by doing some shit in nightclubs, who knows. He was always with the stories, how he was with a crew of mulignans in London, how he was tight with the Bulgarians that ran all the doors in the city, how he'd been a bodyguard when he was in the army. I didn't give a fuck. All bullshit as far as anyone could tell. So anyway, this is maybe 2002, 2002 and I start buying up the DVD boxsets when they come out. You remember them? You kids these days got know idea how it was back then. I was sick of listening to this motherfucker so I lend the cunt the season 1 box set. Mistake.
Thing is the stoonad really, and I mean really started to identify with it. First of all it was Livia. I mean the asshole was not wrong- his own mother, my mother-in-law, yeah, she was a Livia. God rest her soul she's gone now and there isn't a day I'm not thankful.
Then he watched the episode where Chris and Brendan jack the truck, and fuck me if he doesn't start telling me the very next week how him and his crew jacked a truckload of watches or some shit over the weekend. I just looked at him straight-faced while he tells me THE FUCKING EPISODE but with him as main character. He doesn't bat a fucking eylid, I think, this cunt is deranged, he's fucking loonytunes. I get the impression that while he's telling it, he's really believing it.
Anyway he goes from bad to worse but I'll get onto that.
But now my fucking fawtha-in-law. I mean this guy is a piece of work too. At times he's not around much in those days, as he can't spend all that much time around Livia before he fucks off to Florida, I mean Malaga, or the islands where he's got like two whole other families. This guy made a fuckton of money in the 80s and 90s somehow- I mean, he had legitimate businesses but there was some connected stuff going on too. They ran clubs and parties, and had close friends who did too, and there was even a couple of things about helping out some pretty high up people with looking after associates and stuff at critical moments. Colombians and Gallicians (they are up on the far north west coast and in those days they were bringing it all in that way). But by this time 2000 and whatever, he's past that for the most part, though he still was doing a bit of beach lookout stuff down south and hanging out with some questionable characters for a while. He's the type you know, he can be funny and charming and entertaining, but by and large he's just a fucking toxic narcissist. Used to be a tough guy, but to be honest in Spain they are more about talking about violence than actually doing it. Anyway, muthafucka pointed a gun at me twice, threatened to kill me one time. By this time my wife and I had built a house on the family compound, so after that he had to go away as far as I was concerned. Where I come from you make a threat you gotta be prepared to go through with or face the consequences as if you were gonna. Spanish people talk to much but I'm form where I'm from. So he was gone again, for a few years, till his goomars or whatever the fuck you wanna call them got sick of him and he put the feelers out to be able to come back. I gotta say, the family worked on me and I gave him a pass. We got drunk and high together a coupla tree times and worked it out, for a few years anyways.
So to the fucking brother-in-law. He gives me a ride one time in this car. Cracks open a hiddenc compartment he's got under the glove box, pulls out a pistol. Now this isn't the USA, where that shit is normal. Who knows, maybe it was fake. He's still living in some shithole apartment and from what I can tell conning women into paying for his lifestyle. Who the fuck knows it's all bullshit anyway, but things are obviously moving along for him. One time some friends visit for the weekend and he's around. They need to go to the airport in the morning and he says he going that way and can take them. I warn them they'll be better off taking the train but they go with him anyway. He shows up in full military uniform. Now this asshole did legitmiamtely spend a coulple of years in the military, but he shows up dressed as a major or a general or some shit. In the car on the way my friends are terrified as he drives at about 120mph all the way, weaving in and out of traffic, and all the time he never shuts up. Guy speaks ok English. He tells them how he's in the special forces, and he's getting a helicopter to Afghanistan to do some top secret shit, then coming back the same day. Some fucking helicopter. Turns out he's actually running some con on some poor woman in airport security. Another my brother comes over, he's only like 18 or something. Felipe (my b-i-l) invites him out clubbing. He's clearly at least a little connected as they waltz into every club straight past the line and sit in the VIP area drinking rum and cokes and doing lines. Another time another brother of mine is over (there's a few of us, my dad was Irish and he put it about). Felipe shows up ready for a night out, dressed in black suit, black shirt and some fucking blood red shiny tie, shiny shoes and all. Now me and my brother have had a drink or two, smoked a couple joints already (we went out a nearly got in a fight with some lesbians later that night) and anyway he's a bit of a roughneck fucker. Spent a couple years in the can too, later on. My brother-in-law is trying to be funny, I'm ignoring him, he makes some racist joke which my brother isn't into so he looks him in the eye and asks 'why the fuck you dressed like an extra from a gangster movie?' Fucking stoonad soon leaves. Another time he's like come up to my apartment, and he pulls out a big bag of coke and offers it to me. We do a couple lines, it's junk, no good shit like it always is here and I'm about over that stuff by now anyway, but I spent a while in Colombia and I can hold my own. He tells me he has it because someone owed him money and they gave him it in lieu after having to threaten the guy, so I think huh ok you talk a good game motherfucker let's see what you do. I think my wife is away with the baby at her sister's at this point maybe, at least that's how I wanna remember it. Anyway this shit is cut to fuck and not that strong so I think I'm gonna make the biggest fucking lines and see if we can do all of it and see if he makes a fuss. He makes a noise a couple times but doesn't try and stop me.
At this point I pretty much think it's all just basically cosplay. But then shit gets real. We get a call that he's arrested, locked up. And it's not just some bullshit either. The guy played the lead role in a stick up, dressed as police. The story goes the person they were sticking up was also connected, but I don't know. Anyway he gets caught and the rest of the crew don't, and he spends like three years in jail. His girlfriend comes over night of, telling me all kinds of tall tales, asking me to go with her to his apartment to pick up some shit the next day cos she's afraid to go on her own. My wife's away at this point down at the house by the shore with the kids, and I think about trying something but think nah fuck it, it'll be more hassle than it's worth.
When he comes out, I think he knows he aint got the stones for the carcelary experience really. The one time I go visit him he's got a black eye. Slipped in the shower, he says. I give him Goodfellas, Scarface and The French Connection to watch in there. When he comes out he sets up in the building trade, which is a pretty good way to rip people off if you know how. This goes on for years, he even manages to rip me off at one point but I stiff him on some of what he wants from me so I guess it works out even.
So it's years later. I'm just a working joe basically. We are still on the family compound. The father-in-law is there too, but in another building a little ways away, and my sister in law is also there. We've built a granny flat for Livia, but she doesn't get much time to enjoy it. We're away at the beach and we get the call that my other brother in law has found her floating in the pool. A stroke. Unsurprising really with the way she enjoyed a daily mix of uppers and downers.
Motherfucking Felipe tries to shake us down straightaway. The property was in Livia's sole name, for various legal reasons and her dying really made the shit hit the fan. We tell him fuck you. This is like 4 years ago now, maybe 5.
Since then motherfucker has snitched on the property for whatever the fuck- nothing here was ever exactly legit and up to code, but there's usually ways around stuff unless some motherfucker meddles. Has tried to, pretended to be going to run us down with his car. Has made sundry threats and calumnies to anyone willing to listen. So one night he shows up when we are celebrating something or other round a fire out by the woods. He gets into an argument with my wife and says some things he shouldn't, so I get up in his face and tell him to watch his mouth. He pushes me, like a fucking playground fight, and bad luck I fall back over the picnic table we got set up there. I get up an my wife and fucking daughter, who's like 18 by now are up in his face and he starts pushing them so I punch him in the face. Not a good shot, I'd been drinking 18 year old scotch all night. Mayhem, other guys there separate all of us but he keeps on screaming and raging. One point I pick up an empty vodka bottle but I don't do nothing with it. People manage to push him away, get him to his car but he keep screaming how he's gonna kill me, one time he'll find me on my own down the track (we've got more than a mile of rough country road to get to the compound). The highlight is I'm gonna get put in the trunk, he's had people in the trunk of his car for less. Oh and various slurs, anti-Northern European discrimination I call it.
This is all a couple years ago. Like I said I've got a few brothers. A couple of them we've always said anything heavy needs doing we'll be there for one another. Like I said, one of them did a couple years in the can, another was in the forces for a while, been under fire, shot a couple or tree bad guys in his time.
But I aint done shit, and he aint done shit neither. I sometimes think if I'd a realised the true point of the show that I'd'a run a mile way back when. Or if at least I hadn't lent the motherfucker my box set, things might coulda gone another way.
Fuck it, it's all a big nothing anyways.
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First of all I wanna make clear to alla youse that I bin in this thing FROM THE BEGINNING. First fucking episode, first fucking day alright? I recognised the potential from the start. So don't be giving me no attitude.
What it is, is that this fucking show, this fuck tv progrum has reflected and predicted some bits of my life, and maybe not just by chance but because of a couple dumb choices I made. Or maybe I'm the one who needs to get my head examined, I don't know. Paging Dr Melfi! Fuck that, I couldn't afford her pass me another Zoloft wouldya?
So anyway back where I'm from I got involved in a coupla things, nothing heavy, took a few risks. Never faced no consequences. Then I met this girl. Madone! From the first I was smitten. Thick curly black hair, dark eyes and an ass to die for. My thing was kinda windin down and I was ready for pastures new so we upped and moved back where she's from. Now this is Spain. These muthafuckas don't got things organised the way they do in Italy, but believe you me behind the scenes there's a lot going on. None of that interested me however, I was going straight and that was that. For the most part.
But the fucking family. Now my own family are a shitshow in their own right, but I walked right into a whole thing here.
Let me start with my jagoff brother-in-law. This stoogatz was a lazy fucking chifosa gavone, and a complete bullshit artist to boot. When I met him he seemed to make a living by doing some shit in nightclubs, who knows. He was always with the stories, how he was with a crew of mulignans in London, how he was tight with the Bulgarians that ran all the doors in the city, how he'd been a bodyguard when he was in the army. I didn't give a fuck. All bullshit as far as anyone could tell. So anyway, this is maybe 2002, 2002 and I start buying up the DVD boxsets when they come out. You remember them? You kids these days got know idea how it was back then. I was sick of listening to this motherfucker so I lend the cunt the season 1 box set. Mistake.
Thing is the stoonad really, and I mean really started to identify with it. First of all it was Livia. I mean the asshole was not wrong- his own mother, my mother-in-law, yeah, she was a Livia. God rest her soul she's gone now and there isn't a day I'm not thankful.
Then he watched the episode where Chris and Brendan jack the truck, and fuck me if he doesn't start telling me the very next week how him and his crew jacked a truckload of watches or some shit over the weekend. I just looked at him straight-faced while he tells me THE FUCKING EPISODE but with him as main character. He doesn't bat a fucking eylid, I think, this cunt is deranged, he's fucking loonytunes. I get the impression that while he's telling it, he's really believing it.
Anyway he goes from bad to worse but I'll get onto that.
But now my fucking fawtha-in-law. I mean this guy is a piece of work too. At times he's not around much in those days, as he can't spend all that much time around Livia before he fucks off to Florida, I mean Malaga, or the islands where he's got like two whole other families. This guy made a fuckton of money in the 80s and 90s somehow- I mean, he had legitimate businesses but there was some connected stuff going on too. They ran clubs and parties, and had close friends who did too, and there was even a couple of things about helping out some pretty high up people with looking after associates and stuff at critical moments. Colombians and Gallicians (they are up on the far north west coast and in those days they were bringing it all in that way). But by this time 2000 and whatever, he's past that for the most part, though he still was doing a bit of beach lookout stuff down south and hanging out with some questionable characters for a while. He's the type you know, he can be funny and charming and entertaining, but by and large he's just a fucking toxic narcissist. Used to be a tough guy, but to be honest in Spain they are more about talking about violence than actually doing it. Anyway, muthafucka pointed a gun at me twice, threatened to kill me one time. By this time my wife and I had built a house on the family compound, so after that he had to go away as far as I was concerned. Where I come from you make a threat you gotta be prepared to go through with or face the consequences as if you were gonna. Spanish people talk to much but I'm form where I'm from. So he was gone again, for a few years, till his goomars or whatever the fuck you wanna call them got sick of him and he put the feelers out to be able to come back. I gotta say, the family worked on me and I gave him a pass. We got drunk and high together a coupla tree times and worked it out, for a few years anyways.
So to the fucking brother-in-law. He gives me a ride one time in this car. Cracks open a hiddenc compartment he's got under the glove box, pulls out a pistol. Now this isn't the USA, where that shit is normal. Who knows, maybe it was fake. He's still living in some shithole apartment and from what I can tell conning women into paying for his lifestyle. Who the fuck knows it's all bullshit anyway, but things are obviously moving along for him. One time some friends visit for the weekend and he's around. They need to go to the airport in the morning and he says he going that way and can take them. I warn them they'll be better off taking the train but they go with him anyway. He shows up in full military uniform. Now this asshole did legitmiamtely spend a coulple of years in the military, but he shows up dressed as a major or a general or some shit. In the car on the way my friends are terrified as he drives at about 120mph all the way, weaving in and out of traffic, and all the time he never shuts up. Guy speaks ok English. He tells them how he's in the special forces, and he's getting a helicopter to Afghanistan to do some top secret shit, then coming back the same day. Some fucking helicopter. Turns out he's actually running some con on some poor woman in airport security. Another my brother comes over, he's only like 18 or something. Felipe (my b-i-l) invites him out clubbing. He's clearly at least a little connected as they waltz into every club straight past the line and sit in the VIP area drinking rum and cokes and doing lines. Another time another brother of mine is over (there's a few of us, my dad was Irish and he put it about). Felipe shows up ready for a night out, dressed in black suit, black shirt and some fucking blood red shiny tie, shiny shoes and all. Now me and my brother have had a drink or two, smoked a couple joints already (we went out a nearly got in a fight with some lesbians later that night) and anyway he's a bit of a roughneck fucker. Spent a couple years in the can too, later on. My brother-in-law is trying to be funny, I'm ignoring him, he makes some racist joke which my brother isn't into so he looks him in the eye and asks 'why the fuck you dressed like an extra from a gangster movie?' Fucking stoonad soon leaves. Another time he's like come up to my apartment, and he pulls out a big bag of coke and offers it to me. We do a couple lines, it's junk, no good shit like it always is here and I'm about over that stuff by now anyway, but I spent a while in Colombia and I can hold my own. He tells me he has it because someone owed him money and they gave him it in lieu after having to threaten the guy, so I think huh ok you talk a good game motherfucker let's see what you do. I think my wife is away with the baby at her sister's at this point maybe, at least that's how I wanna remember it. Anyway this shit is cut to fuck and not that strong so I think I'm gonna make the biggest fucking lines and see if we can do all of it and see if he makes a fuss. He makes a noise a couple times but doesn't try and stop me.
At this point I pretty much think it's all just basically cosplay. But then shit gets real. We get a call that he's arrested, locked up. And it's not just some bullshit either. The guy played the lead role in a stick up, dressed as police. The story goes the person they were sticking up was also connected, but I don't know. Anyway he gets caught and the rest of the crew don't, and he spends like three years in jail. His girlfriend comes over night of, telling me all kinds of tall tales, asking me to go with her to his apartment to pick up some shit the next day cos she's afraid to go on her own. My wife's away at this point down at the house by the shore with the kids, and I think about trying something but think nah fuck it, it'll be more hassle than it's worth.
When he comes out, I think he knows he aint got the stones for the carcelary experience really. The one time I go visit him he's got a black eye. Slipped in the shower, he says. I give him Goodfellas, Scarface and The French Connection to watch in there. When he comes out he sets up in the building trade, which is a pretty good way to rip people off if you know how. This goes on for years, he even manages to rip me off at one point but I stiff him on some of what he wants from me so I guess it works out even.
So it's years later. I'm just a working joe basically. We are still on the family compound. The father-in-law is there too, but in another building a little ways away, and my sister in law is also there. We've built a granny flat for Livia, but she doesn't get much time to enjoy it. We're away at the beach and we get the call that my other brother in law has found her floating in the pool. A stroke. Unsurprising really with the way she enjoyed a daily mix of uppers and downers.
Motherfucking Felipe tries to shake us down straightaway. The property was in Livia's sole name, for various legal reasons and her dying really made the shit hit the fan. We tell him fuck you. This is like 4 years ago now, maybe 5.
Since then motherfucker has snitched on the property for whatever the fuck- nothing here was ever exactly legit and up to code, but there's usually ways around stuff unless some motherfucker meddles. Has tried to, pretended to be going to run us down with his car. Has made sundry threats and calumnies to anyone willing to listen. So one night he shows up when we are celebrating something or other round a fire out by the woods. He gets into an argument with my wife and says some things he shouldn't, so I get up in his face and tell him to watch his mouth. He pushes me, like a fucking playground fight, and bad luck I fall back over the picnic table we got set up there. I get up an my wife and fucking daughter, who's like 18 by now are up in his face and he starts pushing them so I punch him in the face. Not a good shot, I'd been drinking 18 year old scotch all night. Mayhem, other guys there separate all of us but he keeps on screaming and raging. One point I pick up an empty vodka bottle but I don't do nothing with it. People manage to push him away, get him to his car but he keep screaming how he's gonna kill me, one time he'll find me on my own down the track (we've got more than a mile of rough country road to get to the compound). The highlight is I'm gonna get put in the trunk, he's had people in the trunk of his car for less. Oh and various slurs, anti-Northern European discrimination I call it.
This is all a couple years ago. Like I said I've got a few brothers. A couple of them we've always said anything heavy needs doing we'll be there for one another. Like I said, one of them did a couple years in the can, another was in the forces for a while, been under fire, shot a couple or tree bad guys in his time.
But I aint done shit, and he aint done shit neither. I sometimes think if I'd a realised the true point of the show that I'd'a run a mile way back when. Or if at least I hadn't lent the motherfucker my box set, things might coulda gone another way.
Fuck it, it's all a big nothing anyways.
2023.06.07 13:50 jemethai I can't find motivation, I am giving up
Good morning,
I can't manage to give direction and meaning to my life.
I left my country in 2018 to live in Thailand. I worked as a bar and guesthouse manager, DJ and event planner for my ex-girlfriend for three and a half years.
I left Thailand in June 2022 due to domestic abuse and visa issues. I now live in Cambodia. I work as a freelance in the field of writing, web marketing and community management.
I worked for 2 and a half years for a friend who owns a web marketing agency but he replaced me with an apprentice who is cheaper and who lives in the same city as him. My friend did not have the frankness to tell me if he was going without my services.
I am now looking for freelance contracts. I have just concluded a mission but it is difficult to find contracts, so I find myself in a period of professional inactivity.
I have been working for 2 years with my friend on a video game blog that I am trying to monetize but I am losing confidence and hope in the project.
I feel tired, demoralized and unmotivated. I no longer want to invest my time and energy in projects that do not bring me money. My girlfriend supports me and I feel ashamed and helpless.
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I can't manage to give direction and meaning to my life.
I left my country in 2018 to live in Thailand. I worked as a bar and guesthouse manager, DJ and event planner for my ex-girlfriend for three and a half years.
I left Thailand in June 2022 due to domestic abuse and visa issues. I now live in Cambodia. I work as a freelance in the field of writing, web marketing and community management.
I worked for 2 and a half years for a friend who owns a web marketing agency but he replaced me with an apprentice who is cheaper and who lives in the same city as him. My friend did not have the frankness to tell me if he was going without my services.
I am now looking for freelance contracts. I have just concluded a mission but it is difficult to find contracts, so I find myself in a period of professional inactivity.
I have been working for 2 years with my friend on a video game blog that I am trying to monetize but I am losing confidence and hope in the project.
I feel tired, demoralized and unmotivated. I no longer want to invest my time and energy in projects that do not bring me money. My girlfriend supports me and I feel ashamed and helpless.
2023.06.07 13:48 ThatGuyWhoLaughs Homeless shelters?
With this drop in air quality, are homeless shelters/soup kitchens/churches hosting the homeless of rochester? Is there a place I can go to help out with that or anything? I’ve been wondering about the city’s response for people without a job or home.
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2023.06.07 13:47 HortonBoone New detective Gannon interview with some interesting comments on SFKs.
https://www.youtube.com/live/w6Rc8JqNA5A?feature=share&t=1214
Cliff notes,
SFK content starts around 20 min in.
-10-20 individuals per city/cell/gang. His gang he’s been following works along I94 corridor from NY to Midwest. It’s not based on robberies, his cells are a killing machine. Killings are based on 3 things. Gang initiation, ritualistic aspect, pure hate (Killers hate all, male, female, white, black, hispanic, Christian, Jewish, Protestant etc).
-GHB is found in 100% of the cases he tested (22 cases). He shoots down idea of medical examiner being a killer. Host asks if cops are doing it (35:15 mark). Gannon doesn’t know, but didn’t deny this theory. Gannon says could law enforcement be involved if there was a satanic group? I'm not sure if this means Gannon thinks it's a satanic group.
-Victims are stalked. Certain criteria are targeted (engineering, STEM, criminal justice majors especially, military also).
-Says he knows exactly who the group is, how they’re communicating and will eventually put it out there. The 13 distinct symbols identify who they are. Smiley face is the most generic symbol of the 13.
-Drowning is one of the most difficult crimes to prove. Even medical examiners don’t know much about drownings. They go by what police say & police want to close cases as soon as possible (47 mark explains more). Cops would need more info to label case differently. Last thing law enforcement wants to do is admit there’s a serial killer. It scares people & is bad for local businesses, & colleges. Police may be investigating cases, have leads, & looking at this undercover, but don’t want to alert or alarm the public.
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Cliff notes,
SFK content starts around 20 min in.
-10-20 individuals per city/cell/gang. His gang he’s been following works along I94 corridor from NY to Midwest. It’s not based on robberies, his cells are a killing machine. Killings are based on 3 things. Gang initiation, ritualistic aspect, pure hate (Killers hate all, male, female, white, black, hispanic, Christian, Jewish, Protestant etc).
-GHB is found in 100% of the cases he tested (22 cases). He shoots down idea of medical examiner being a killer. Host asks if cops are doing it (35:15 mark). Gannon doesn’t know, but didn’t deny this theory. Gannon says could law enforcement be involved if there was a satanic group? I'm not sure if this means Gannon thinks it's a satanic group.
-Victims are stalked. Certain criteria are targeted (engineering, STEM, criminal justice majors especially, military also).
-Says he knows exactly who the group is, how they’re communicating and will eventually put it out there. The 13 distinct symbols identify who they are. Smiley face is the most generic symbol of the 13.
-Drowning is one of the most difficult crimes to prove. Even medical examiners don’t know much about drownings. They go by what police say & police want to close cases as soon as possible (47 mark explains more). Cops would need more info to label case differently. Last thing law enforcement wants to do is admit there’s a serial killer. It scares people & is bad for local businesses, & colleges. Police may be investigating cases, have leads, & looking at this undercover, but don’t want to alert or alarm the public.
2023.06.07 13:46 BryanKerr7 Edinburgh Marathon first marathon
Race Information
- Name: Edinburgh Marathon
- Date: 28/05/2023
- Distance: 26.2 miles
- Location: Edinburgh, Scotland
- Website: https://www.edinburghmarathon.com
- Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/9156321200
- Time: 2:54:41
Goals
| Goal | Description | Completed? |
|---|---|---|
| A | Sub 3:10 | Yes |
| B | Sub 3 | Yes |
| B | London qualification 2024 | hopefully |
Splits
| Kilometer | Time |
|---|---|
| 1 | 4:11 |
| 2 | 4:07 |
| 3 | 3:56 |
| 4 | 4:10 |
| 5 | 3:54 |
| 6 | 4:00 |
| 7 | 4:01 |
| 8 | 4:03 |
| 9 | 4:11 |
| 10 | 4:06 |
| 11 | 4:08 |
| 12 | 4:05 |
| 13 | 4:03 |
| 14 | 4:09 |
| 15 | 4:04 |
| 16 | 4:07 |
| 17 | 4:08 |
| 18 | 4:06 |
| 19 | 4:09 |
| 20 | 4:02 |
| 21 | 4:04 |
| 22 | 4:03 |
| 23 | 4:07 |
| 24 | 4:13 |
| 25 | 4:04 |
| 26 | 4:07 |
| 27 | 4:07 |
| 28 | 4:02 |
| 29 | 4:07 |
| 30 | 4:08 |
| 31 | 4:08 |
| 32 | 4:07 |
| 33 | 4:05 |
| 34 | 4:07 |
| 35 | 4:10 |
| 36 | 4:13 |
| 37 | 4:13 |
| 38 | 4:13 |
| 39 | 4:16 |
| 40 | 4:17 |
| 41 | 4:21 |
| 42 | 4:18 |
| 43 | 3.45 |
Training
First marathon. Began running in lockdown, seen vast improvements in all my distances, managing to get 5k under 19 mins, 10k under 40 mins, and half marathon under 1:40. I joined a running club in Oct 2022 and seen further improvements in all distances, so I set myself a target of completing a half marathon in under 1:30 and a marathon in under 3.30.My training consisted on speed work on a Monday (track) and Wednesday (usually in a park or quiet area with no traffic).These sessions are provided by the coaches at my running club. Some examples of the sessions are;
Monday: 5k paced session - 20 x 200m at 5Km Pace/100m Same Time Recovery e.g if 5Km pace is 40s for 200m then 100m recovery is covered in 40s
Wednesday: 10k paced session - 6 x 5 Mins @ 10Km Pace with 2.5 Mins Jog Recovery
Monday: 7 x 800m @ 5Km Pace with 100m in 90s Jog Recovery
Wednesday: 5min, 4min, 3min, 2min, 2min, 3min, 4min, 5min @ 10k pace with half jog rec.
Monday: 10 x 3 Mins/90s Jog Recovery (10k pace)
Wednesday: 8 x 4 Mins @ Half Marathon Pace with 3 Mins Reovery at Easy Run Pace (Not a jog)
Outwith these sessions, I tried to do at least 40km over another 4 runs at an easy pace, keeping heart late below 150bpm. Total monthly kilometres always over 200km. Since the new year I have been trying to hit at least 60km per week.
I booked this marathon last summer and had no idea of a plan or targets. I completed a half marathon in 1.19.59 the end of April this year, and this gave me belief that I would be able to post a good time in this race. I would have been disappointed if I did not manage to complete it in 3.10.
The longest run I completed during my training was an easy run of 33km, about 4 weeks before the race. I was confident I would be able to finish but had no idea how my body would do after that distance at a quicker pace.
Pre-race
I done my last long run (~22km) exactly one week before the race. Easy 10km runs Monday & Tuesday, Wednesday I done 3 x 10km at target marathon pace (4.14/km) with 2 mins rest in between. Another easy run on Thursday and then complete rest Friday & Saturday. On the Wednesday I started upping my carb intake significantly, eating a lot more bread, rice, pancakes, crumpets, scones, tortilla wraps, potatoes and chips. I was feeling rather bloated for these few days so cut back a bit on the Saturday in order to be good for Sunday.Race day: Got up at 5.30am - big bowl of porridge with a scoop of protein powder, 2 slice of toast & strong coffee. Had a cereal bar and a banana at 8am (2 hours before start). Sipped water through the morning - not too much as was wary of toilet breaks during the race.
Race
Weather on the morning was ideal - good temperature, no wind or rain. Had the potential to heat up later on in the afternoon but overall great running conditions.Race began at 10am. This was an extremely busy race and had some very narrow points over the first 10km where it was impossible to get by anyone.
The first quarter of the race through the city is all downhill. Great scenery all along closed roads, very enjoyable and a good way to start the race and get warmed up. The streets were packed with spectators and an overall good atmosphere.
KMs 10-30 are where you really need to focus on hitting target pace. The crowds thinned out a bit although there was still locals outside their houses cheering, handing out sweets, playing music, and even a though bands/ dance groups along the way. I always race without earphones in order to take all of this in and it is truly a worthwhile experience. Plenty of water stations along this stretch and the weather was still good. Ran with a few groups during this stretch and chatted away, was lucky enough to move in front of most of them onto the next group.
There is a short gravel section around 28kms around Gosford House. Afterwards I heard a lot of people moaning about this - it certainly is a bit different from running on the road. I suppose it depends on what you are used to, I do a fair bit of trail running as well so felt comfortable. Only thing I would say is the terrain is not suited for the Nike Alphafly.
The last section of the race was by far the most difficult. Temperature had heated up to around ~14 degrees (not roasting, but for us Scots who train all through winter it is on the warmer side). Along with a few gradual inclines on the way back made for some tough kilometres. The number of people I passed on the last stretch who were cramping, being sick or simply walking grew the further I got to the finish line. There also seemed to be less water stations on this section, which is not ideal when you are in the final stages of a marathon.
The final couple of hundred metres was a flat, straight run along mats to the finish line. By far the best part - all the hard work is complete, thousands of spectators and knowing your family and friends are at the finish line waiting to congratulate you. Even better knowing when you know you have smashed every target set!
Nutrition & Strategy
When I signed up for the race I put in a target time of 3.45 - meaning I started in a pen with runners a lot slower than me. This was not ideal as it was very busy and I was stuck behind big groups of runners a lot for the first 20-30mins. I definitely could have went quicker at the beginning, maybe a blessing in disguise as I was still under target pace and perhaps allowed me to not come out the traps too quickly. I took 2 salt tablets every water station, which was every 30 mins or so. Took 1 gel at 10km, 20km then 32km. Fortunately was able to get through the whole race without stopping for the toilet. I was really comfortable up until the last 10km, I had never ran more than this so had no idea how my body would react. I had plenty of time in the bank so I dialled it back a bit to make sure I could finish without cramping or pulling a muscle. My plan before the race was to keep every kilometre below 4.15 and hold on for as long as possible.Post-race
I am going to take a few days off to let my body recover. I have a few 10k runs booked throughout the summer and hope to achieve some PBs. The time I posted should also qualify me for London next year.Made with a new race report generator created by herumph.
2023.06.07 13:46 cyxnein EZ DEBUG LED BOOT AND VGA
Need help! yung EZ debug light laging umiilaw sa VGA then BOOT lagi. Tri-ny ko na ire-seat yung ram stick pati yung cmos di parin gumagana.
Monitor: ACER Nitro VG240Y
CPU: Ryzen 5 5600
Motherboard: MSI MAG B550 PRO VDH WIFI
Ram: PNY XLR8 8GB X 2 DDR4
GPU: GIGABYTE RX 6600 EAGLE 8GB
Case: NZXT H510 Flow
PSU: CoolerMaster 750w
SSD NvME: Samsung 970 EVO plus 500gb SSD SATA: PNY CS900
CPU Cooler: Deepcool AG400
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Monitor: ACER Nitro VG240Y
CPU: Ryzen 5 5600
Motherboard: MSI MAG B550 PRO VDH WIFI
Ram: PNY XLR8 8GB X 2 DDR4
GPU: GIGABYTE RX 6600 EAGLE 8GB
Case: NZXT H510 Flow
PSU: CoolerMaster 750w
SSD NvME: Samsung 970 EVO plus 500gb SSD SATA: PNY CS900
CPU Cooler: Deepcool AG400
2023.06.07 13:45 afrsxvuukbcre Warning for Potential Renters
 | As lots of leases are up in August and people are looking for places close to RIT, wanted to warn you guys of a rental property close to RIT that I suffered living in has a lot of issues so hopefully you can avoid. The house is by the Tap It Bar and Grill, 12 Harold Ave. submitted by afrsxvuukbcre to rit [link] [comments] Issues include:
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2023.06.07 13:39 jemethai 3.5 years of domestic violence in Thailand
Hello,
I will confess one of the most difficult moments of my life.
I moved to Thailand in December 2018 after experiencing emotional disappointment and my parents' divorce.
I fell in love with a woman much older than me and worked in her bars and guest house. I learned a lot and I flourished in the work. I have ceased to be a naive young man and I am in front of a confident and mature man.
I encountered several difficulties that transformed me forever. I will be brief to avoid the message being too long.
First of all, I had a lot of trouble renewing my visa because of Thailand's very strict immigration policy. The visa renewal was a source of intense stress, I had to leave the country several times to renew my visa and I underwent long interrogations at the immigration station at Bangkok airport. I was also scammed by an unscrupulous visa agency.
Then I encountered many money problems during the pandemic. I got into debt and got stuck in Thailand with the borders closed. I adapted by working as an IT freelancer and we managed to save his two bars from bankruptcy.
The worst I experienced was my ex-girlfriend's domestic violence. This Thai woman was 23 years older than me and was very narcissistic. She wanted to shine in society by all possible ways.
I don't have a very clear memory of the events that happened, but I was subjected to wanton violence and acts of wickedness on a regular basis.
She insulted me, humiliated me and belittled me in public. She hit me in my sleep. She deprived me of food. She locked me out. She stopped me from talking to my friends or family. She forced me to abandon my cat in a temple. She called the police to expel me from the city. She repeatedly attacked me with butcher knives, glass bottles, rolling pins, choppers and billiard balls. She also introduced me to cannabis use and I suffered from this addiction for 3 years. I quit smoking cannabis 3 months ago.
One day she attacked with a 20 cm knife to try to kill me. I locked myself in the toilet to escape him. She slashed and stabbed the plastic bathroom door in an attempt to get at me, then calmed down.
I can't get this traumatic event out of my memory. I remember the sound of the blade penetrating the plastic of the door, I remember the sweltering heat and the angry screams of the Thai woman. I remember feeling like I couldn't run away from that tiny toilet. I have never been so helpless in my entire life. This memory haunts me regularly.
I was a naive and immature person but I was not endowed with bad intentions. I did everything possible to help her on a daily basis, sometimes working 14 hours a day. I got nothing back.
I never initiated the conflict and I first tried to resolve the conflicts by talking and imposing limits to make me respect which only made things worse.
After a while I broke down and became violent hitting walls, breaking windows and objects and then taunting my ex girlfriend. When I feel in danger, I'm the kind of man to face up and fight back. I don't run away. I admit to having been physically violent with her when I had to defend myself. I slapped her, tackled her, shoved her, pulled her hair and twisted a finger. I know it's wrong but she was doing everything to make me lose control. She constantly harassed me even when I tried to run away from the argument.
I got tired of being violent so I decided to break up and move to Cambodia a year ago. I'm rebuilding my life, I don't have a lot of money but I have an amazing girlfriend who takes care of me and is very nice.
Before living in Thailand, I was a more carefree and spontaneous albeit naive and inexperienced man. Now I'm a strong and confident man, but I feel like something has broken inside me. I became very serious, grave and concerned. Not much brings me joy and I feel jaded by everything. I feel like I've lost a part of myself, I feel like I've lost my innocence. I feel empty and disillusioned. I no longer have that spark and energy that drove me to travel, experiment and meet people. I no longer want anything and I sit passively.
I don't know if I'm fine. I'm happy to have control over myself and my life, but I have no hope and very little joy. I am very tired
submitted by jemethai to domesticviolence [link] [comments]
I will confess one of the most difficult moments of my life.
I moved to Thailand in December 2018 after experiencing emotional disappointment and my parents' divorce.
I fell in love with a woman much older than me and worked in her bars and guest house. I learned a lot and I flourished in the work. I have ceased to be a naive young man and I am in front of a confident and mature man.
I encountered several difficulties that transformed me forever. I will be brief to avoid the message being too long.
First of all, I had a lot of trouble renewing my visa because of Thailand's very strict immigration policy. The visa renewal was a source of intense stress, I had to leave the country several times to renew my visa and I underwent long interrogations at the immigration station at Bangkok airport. I was also scammed by an unscrupulous visa agency.
Then I encountered many money problems during the pandemic. I got into debt and got stuck in Thailand with the borders closed. I adapted by working as an IT freelancer and we managed to save his two bars from bankruptcy.
The worst I experienced was my ex-girlfriend's domestic violence. This Thai woman was 23 years older than me and was very narcissistic. She wanted to shine in society by all possible ways.
I don't have a very clear memory of the events that happened, but I was subjected to wanton violence and acts of wickedness on a regular basis.
She insulted me, humiliated me and belittled me in public. She hit me in my sleep. She deprived me of food. She locked me out. She stopped me from talking to my friends or family. She forced me to abandon my cat in a temple. She called the police to expel me from the city. She repeatedly attacked me with butcher knives, glass bottles, rolling pins, choppers and billiard balls. She also introduced me to cannabis use and I suffered from this addiction for 3 years. I quit smoking cannabis 3 months ago.
One day she attacked with a 20 cm knife to try to kill me. I locked myself in the toilet to escape him. She slashed and stabbed the plastic bathroom door in an attempt to get at me, then calmed down.
I can't get this traumatic event out of my memory. I remember the sound of the blade penetrating the plastic of the door, I remember the sweltering heat and the angry screams of the Thai woman. I remember feeling like I couldn't run away from that tiny toilet. I have never been so helpless in my entire life. This memory haunts me regularly.
I was a naive and immature person but I was not endowed with bad intentions. I did everything possible to help her on a daily basis, sometimes working 14 hours a day. I got nothing back.
I never initiated the conflict and I first tried to resolve the conflicts by talking and imposing limits to make me respect which only made things worse.
After a while I broke down and became violent hitting walls, breaking windows and objects and then taunting my ex girlfriend. When I feel in danger, I'm the kind of man to face up and fight back. I don't run away. I admit to having been physically violent with her when I had to defend myself. I slapped her, tackled her, shoved her, pulled her hair and twisted a finger. I know it's wrong but she was doing everything to make me lose control. She constantly harassed me even when I tried to run away from the argument.
I got tired of being violent so I decided to break up and move to Cambodia a year ago. I'm rebuilding my life, I don't have a lot of money but I have an amazing girlfriend who takes care of me and is very nice.
Before living in Thailand, I was a more carefree and spontaneous albeit naive and inexperienced man. Now I'm a strong and confident man, but I feel like something has broken inside me. I became very serious, grave and concerned. Not much brings me joy and I feel jaded by everything. I feel like I've lost a part of myself, I feel like I've lost my innocence. I feel empty and disillusioned. I no longer have that spark and energy that drove me to travel, experiment and meet people. I no longer want anything and I sit passively.
I don't know if I'm fine. I'm happy to have control over myself and my life, but I have no hope and very little joy. I am very tired
2023.06.07 13:36 falcon_from_bombay Getting too tired of being in second place. Any tips to level up to get to winning are greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance!
1) I got my placements right where I try to diversify in numbers and resources. 2) I try to follow the PREP -OC Matata strategy for placements. 3) I try not to piss anyone off by rotating robber locations and targets. 4) I try to prioritize cities over settle. 5) delay taking road/army.
Either I come out strong if my production is strong (and get attacked by everyone) OR I’m too slow to get to 8-10.
I get stuck most of the times at 7-8. Any tips for improving my game would be really appreciated!
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Either I come out strong if my production is strong (and get attacked by everyone) OR I’m too slow to get to 8-10.
I get stuck most of the times at 7-8. Any tips for improving my game would be really appreciated!
2023.06.07 13:35 awasteproject If you happen to be free this Sunday, do tag along for a cleanup drive to let Hyderabad brethren know it is not okay to trash our city.
 | We’re trying to be as diverse as possible with the locations and would love to cover all of Hyderabad, with volunteers from across the city. Hope to see some of you around. submitted by awasteproject to hyderabad [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 13:34 greeceno1lylia "42" coding schools for someone who just got out of high school?
I know this post is at risk of getting downvoted to oblivion but please help a clueless 18 year old figure out what to do with their life.
For context, I just finished high school. I am at a point where I am not quite sure what path I want to follow; I graduated from the "technological orientation" of my high school which includes a programming course (though no "formal" programming languages were used, rather than one called "Pseudoglossa" (pseudolanguage), specifically designed to help students grasp the basic logic behind programming.)
Naturally, I recognize that this alone cannot be considered a determining factor when it comes to deciding whether I want to follow this path or not, but it was my favorite course through high school, and it was also one of my best ones (my teacher has been trying to convince me to pursue IT at university).
Nevertheless, I never really thought about actually going for IT/CS at university, as all programmes I looked into included heavy advanced mathematics and physics, which are courses I have not paid attention to during my education to put it lightly.
However, recently I have been considering looking for alternative ways of entering the industry. Some suggest I should start by learning on my own, however, I don't think I have the necessary concentration to do everything completely on my own (my house is VERY loud for that matter as well which doesn't help).
On the other hand, I believe I would function very well and be very productive and motivated in a more structured learning environment that suits me.
I started getting plenty of ads regarding the "42" coding schools, and after looking for more information, I was fascinated by what they offer and their approach, and believe they would be a good starting point for me. However, part of me feels this could be "too good to be true".
I do recognize that they do not replace the value of getting a university degree from an accredited institution, but considering that I am looking for an alternative; is it a viable way of launching myself into the industry?
There is no school in my country (Greece), so I would need to move to a different one (I am an EU citizen, so visa is not an issue, and there is some money set aside for me to support myself financially for the first couple of months at least, perhaps even more if I choose a more affordable city). I am considering Málaga in Spain, because I have a very high level of Spanish and rent is generally cheaper compared to other European cities where the school has campuses, but I'm also looking into other cities in Spain/France (I also speak French, but not as well as I speak Spanish; Quebec could also be an option as I am eligible for Canadian citizenship by descent).
(For that matter though, is it better to pick a school in a location I would like to work at afterwards, or can I always start it somewhere and work elsewhere later on?)
So what I am thinking about at the moment is applying, see if they select me for the "piscine", if that's the case go there for the duration of it this summer, and after if I like the environment and they accept me, stay there.
Maybe someone who went through, is attending or is considering going to one of the schools can share their thoughts?
If you would recommend against me doing it, do you have any other alternative to suggest or should I just follow a different path?
Thank you!
submitted by greeceno1lylia to learnprogramming [link] [comments]
For context, I just finished high school. I am at a point where I am not quite sure what path I want to follow; I graduated from the "technological orientation" of my high school which includes a programming course (though no "formal" programming languages were used, rather than one called "Pseudoglossa" (pseudolanguage), specifically designed to help students grasp the basic logic behind programming.)
Naturally, I recognize that this alone cannot be considered a determining factor when it comes to deciding whether I want to follow this path or not, but it was my favorite course through high school, and it was also one of my best ones (my teacher has been trying to convince me to pursue IT at university).
Nevertheless, I never really thought about actually going for IT/CS at university, as all programmes I looked into included heavy advanced mathematics and physics, which are courses I have not paid attention to during my education to put it lightly.
However, recently I have been considering looking for alternative ways of entering the industry. Some suggest I should start by learning on my own, however, I don't think I have the necessary concentration to do everything completely on my own (my house is VERY loud for that matter as well which doesn't help).
On the other hand, I believe I would function very well and be very productive and motivated in a more structured learning environment that suits me.
I started getting plenty of ads regarding the "42" coding schools, and after looking for more information, I was fascinated by what they offer and their approach, and believe they would be a good starting point for me. However, part of me feels this could be "too good to be true".
I do recognize that they do not replace the value of getting a university degree from an accredited institution, but considering that I am looking for an alternative; is it a viable way of launching myself into the industry?
There is no school in my country (Greece), so I would need to move to a different one (I am an EU citizen, so visa is not an issue, and there is some money set aside for me to support myself financially for the first couple of months at least, perhaps even more if I choose a more affordable city). I am considering Málaga in Spain, because I have a very high level of Spanish and rent is generally cheaper compared to other European cities where the school has campuses, but I'm also looking into other cities in Spain/France (I also speak French, but not as well as I speak Spanish; Quebec could also be an option as I am eligible for Canadian citizenship by descent).
(For that matter though, is it better to pick a school in a location I would like to work at afterwards, or can I always start it somewhere and work elsewhere later on?)
So what I am thinking about at the moment is applying, see if they select me for the "piscine", if that's the case go there for the duration of it this summer, and after if I like the environment and they accept me, stay there.
Maybe someone who went through, is attending or is considering going to one of the schools can share their thoughts?
If you would recommend against me doing it, do you have any other alternative to suggest or should I just follow a different path?
Thank you!
2023.06.07 13:34 greeceno1lylia "42" coding schools for someone who just got out of high school?
I know this post is at risk of getting downvoted to oblivion but please help a clueless 18 year old figure out what to do with their life.
For context, I just finished high school. I am at a point where I am not quite sure what path I want to follow; I graduated from the "technological orientation" of my high school which includes a programming course (though no "formal" programming languages were used, rather than one called "Pseudoglossa" (pseudolanguage), specifically designed to help students grasp the basic logic behind programming.)
Naturally, I recognize that this alone cannot be considered a determining factor when it comes to deciding whether I want to follow this path or not, but it was my favorite course through high school, and it was also one of my best ones (my teacher has been trying to convince me to pursue IT at university).
Nevertheless, I never really thought about actually going for IT/CS at university, as all programmes I looked into included heavy advanced mathematics and physics, which are courses I have not paid attention to during my education to put it lightly.
However, recently I have been considering looking for alternative ways of entering the industry. Some suggest I should start by learning on my own, however, I don't think I have the necessary concentration to do everything completely on my own (my house is VERY loud for that matter as well which doesn't help).
On the other hand, I believe I would function very well and be very productive and motivated in a more structured learning environment that suits me.
I started getting plenty of ads regarding the "42" coding schools, and after looking for more information, I was fascinated by what they offer and their approach, and believe they would be a good starting point for me. However, part of me feels this could be "too good to be true".
I do recognize that they do not replace the value of getting a university degree from an accredited institution, but considering that I am looking for an alternative; is it a viable way of launching myself into the industry?
There is no school in my country (Greece), so I would need to move to a different one (I am an EU citizen, so visa is not an issue, and there is some money set aside for me to support myself financially for the first couple of months at least, perhaps even more if I choose a more affordable city). I am considering Málaga in Spain, because I have a very high level of Spanish and rent is generally cheaper compared to other European cities where the school has campuses, but I'm also looking into other cities in Spain/France (I also speak French, but not as well as I speak Spanish; Quebec could also be an option as I am eligible for Canadian citizenship by descent).
(For that matter though, is it better to pick a school in a location I would like to work at afterwards, or can I always start it somewhere and work elsewhere later on?)
So what I am thinking about at the moment is: apply, see if they select me for the "piscine", if that's the case go there for the duration of it this summer, and after if I like the environment and they accept me, stay there.
Maybe someone who went through, is attending or is considering going to one of the schools can share their thoughts?
If you would recommend against me doing it, do you have any other alternative to suggest or should I just follow a different path?
Thank you!
submitted by greeceno1lylia to cscareerquestionsEU [link] [comments]
For context, I just finished high school. I am at a point where I am not quite sure what path I want to follow; I graduated from the "technological orientation" of my high school which includes a programming course (though no "formal" programming languages were used, rather than one called "Pseudoglossa" (pseudolanguage), specifically designed to help students grasp the basic logic behind programming.)
Naturally, I recognize that this alone cannot be considered a determining factor when it comes to deciding whether I want to follow this path or not, but it was my favorite course through high school, and it was also one of my best ones (my teacher has been trying to convince me to pursue IT at university).
Nevertheless, I never really thought about actually going for IT/CS at university, as all programmes I looked into included heavy advanced mathematics and physics, which are courses I have not paid attention to during my education to put it lightly.
However, recently I have been considering looking for alternative ways of entering the industry. Some suggest I should start by learning on my own, however, I don't think I have the necessary concentration to do everything completely on my own (my house is VERY loud for that matter as well which doesn't help).
On the other hand, I believe I would function very well and be very productive and motivated in a more structured learning environment that suits me.
I started getting plenty of ads regarding the "42" coding schools, and after looking for more information, I was fascinated by what they offer and their approach, and believe they would be a good starting point for me. However, part of me feels this could be "too good to be true".
I do recognize that they do not replace the value of getting a university degree from an accredited institution, but considering that I am looking for an alternative; is it a viable way of launching myself into the industry?
There is no school in my country (Greece), so I would need to move to a different one (I am an EU citizen, so visa is not an issue, and there is some money set aside for me to support myself financially for the first couple of months at least, perhaps even more if I choose a more affordable city). I am considering Málaga in Spain, because I have a very high level of Spanish and rent is generally cheaper compared to other European cities where the school has campuses, but I'm also looking into other cities in Spain/France (I also speak French, but not as well as I speak Spanish; Quebec could also be an option as I am eligible for Canadian citizenship by descent).
(For that matter though, is it better to pick a school in a location I would like to work at afterwards, or can I always start it somewhere and work elsewhere later on?)
So what I am thinking about at the moment is: apply, see if they select me for the "piscine", if that's the case go there for the duration of it this summer, and after if I like the environment and they accept me, stay there.
Maybe someone who went through, is attending or is considering going to one of the schools can share their thoughts?
If you would recommend against me doing it, do you have any other alternative to suggest or should I just follow a different path?
Thank you!