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❗️okayy i wanna yap abt this here, so if u dont like it better leave me alone 🙂‍↔️ #GeminiFourth first of all, he said “i wouldn’t buy flowers for someone i love for a special occasion because i feel like they can’t use it, so i would give them a present, that’s very practical and i’d rather they use it everyday” which means, in general, he sees practical gifts as being more meaningful than flowers but in reality, he keeps giving flowers to the same person on every important occasion (ofc it’s fourth nattawat) 🙂‍↕️ and that shows there are a possibility ❗️fourth is the exception he knows the flowers he gives are a symbol of the bond between them, he cares more abt the receiver’s happiness than his own preference gemini isn’t the type of person who gives flowers to someone. but in reality, he’s already given fourth flowers at every important event. that means those flowers were never just random gifts to gemini 🫣😳 imo, sometimes ppl have their own principles, but when it comes to someone who means a lot to them, they’re willing to put those principles aside bc they know it’ll make that person happy. in relationships, ppl often do things they once said they’d never do. and gemini did that for fourth. then… he also said that the most important thing to him is “time” bc he’s always busy working. and usually he doesn’t remember special occasions. but if he’s willing to spend his free time on someone, that’s the romantic thing he does. now try to remember… 🫨🤭 - going to his friend’s important event twice to bring flowers - making sure to send flowers for his friend even when he was busy - going to visit his friend early in the morning on his birthday (bc he missed him) - and now he even often goes to the gym together with his friend 🫣 and that friend… we all know who it is 🙂‍↔️ (that number boy) he spends his time on fourth. the thing that’s the most valuable and the most important to him, besides his family oh boy… he said he’s not romantic but everything he does for fourth is so romantic… 😮‍💨😮‍💨 what am i supposed to do with this conclusion… bc in the end, it means he’s doing all of those most romantic things for his friend, that number boy fourth nattawat 😭😭 i can’t… this is so sweet… gemini is so sweet… maybe this is just my delulu, but i really believe gemfot have something that’s more than just friends… 🤭🤭 #trustmeagain
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❗️okayy i wanna yap abt this here, so if u dont like it better leave me alone 🙂‍↔️ #GeminiFourth first of all, he said “i wouldn’t buy flowers for someone i love for a special occasion because i feel like they can’t use it, so i would give them a present, that’s very practical and i’d rather they use it everyday” which means, in general, he sees practical gifts as being more meaningful than flowers but in reality, he keeps giving flowers to the same person on every important occasion (ofc it’s fourth nattawat) 🙂‍↕️ and that shows there are a possibility ❗️fourth is the exception he knows the flowers he gives are a symbol of the bond between them, he cares more abt the receiver’s happiness than his own preference gemini isn’t the type of person who gives flowers to someone. but in reality, he’s already given fourth flowers at every important event. that means those flowers were never just random gifts to gemini 🫣😳 imo, sometimes ppl have their own principles, but when it comes to someone who means a lot to them, they’re willing to put those principles aside bc they know it’ll make that person happy. in relationships, ppl often do things they once said they’d never do. and gemini did that for fourth. then… he also said that the most important thing to him is “time” bc he’s always busy working. and usually he doesn’t remember special occasions. but if he’s willing to spend his free time on someone, that’s the romantic thing he does. now try to remember… 🫨🤭 - going to his friend’s important event twice to bring flowers - making sure to send flowers for his friend even when he was busy - going to visit his friend early in the morning on his birthday (bc he missed him) - and now he even often goes to the gym together with his friend 🫣 and that friend… we all know who it is 🙂‍↔️ (that number boy) he spends his time on fourth. the thing that’s the most valuable and the most important to him, besides his family oh boy… he said he’s not romantic but everything he does for fourth is so romantic… 😮‍💨😮‍💨 what am i supposed to do with this conclusion… bc in the end, it means he’s doing all of those most romantic things for his friend, that number boy fourth nattawat 😭😭 i can’t… this is so sweet… gemini is so sweet… maybe this is just my delulu, but i really believe gemfot have something that’s more than just friends… 🤭🤭 #trustmeagain

biw 🌸

44,556 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

This morning I drove into ABC place Waiyaki way as I needed to do some shopping, as I got out of the car I heard someone shout “Baba, Baba” I turned around and a young man straight away came and hugged me. He looked and me said Baba do you remember me, it took me at least two mins but I realised who he was. This goes back some 20 or more years ago when I was a frequent customer or should I say furniture at a place called Tropicana or Gypsy’s in Westlands this boy was a teenager and together with his very very young two siblings would be there selling njugu or asking for handouts. I recall asking him why would they be doing this late past midnight and he said so they could help their mother and also try get money for fees. I did not realise what I did then, but I began helping him with frees for many years and these boys would take care of my car and even of me when I would walk out very late in the night. They had became a part of that area and the security of Gypsy would even allow them to do this extra work as I would tell them these boys aren’t the usual chokoras who will steal. They would watch over customers cars and I would support them. As time passed I grew out of that life and moved on and we never met again, even the place closed down but my nickname as most of my closest childhood friends, the waiters and everyone who I associated with still remained BABA and to date they call me BABA, and why? because I “USED” to be a die hard Raila Odinga supporter 😂😂😂. The boy told me he looked for me for a long time as he always wanted to thank me and finally we met today as he was getting to work , he told me he sent his family back to Kisumu where he helped his little brothers to complete their education and believe it or not today he is a head chef at the Seven Grill & Lounge ABC place. Good people see how hard work, honesty and focus pays. This is my boy Victor and today I am an extremely proud man.
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This morning I drove into ABC place Waiyaki way as I needed to do some shopping, as I got out of the car I heard someone shout “Baba, Baba” I turned around and a young man straight away came and hugged me. He looked and me said Baba do you remember me, it took me at least two mins but I realised who he was. This goes back some 20 or more years ago when I was a frequent customer or should I say furniture at a place called Tropicana or Gypsy’s in Westlands this boy was a teenager and together with his very very young two siblings would be there selling njugu or asking for handouts. I recall asking him why would they be doing this late past midnight and he said so they could help their mother and also try get money for fees. I did not realise what I did then, but I began helping him with frees for many years and these boys would take care of my car and even of me when I would walk out very late in the night. They had became a part of that area and the security of Gypsy would even allow them to do this extra work as I would tell them these boys aren’t the usual chokoras who will steal. They would watch over customers cars and I would support them. As time passed I grew out of that life and moved on and we never met again, even the place closed down but my nickname as most of my closest childhood friends, the waiters and everyone who I associated with still remained BABA and to date they call me BABA, and why? because I “USED” to be a die hard Raila Odinga supporter 😂😂😂. The boy told me he looked for me for a long time as he always wanted to thank me and finally we met today as he was getting to work , he told me he sent his family back to Kisumu where he helped his little brothers to complete their education and believe it or not today he is a head chef at the Seven Grill & Lounge ABC place. Good people see how hard work, honesty and focus pays. This is my boy Victor and today I am an extremely proud man.

Alfayaz 11

214,256 görüntüleme • 1 yıl önce

This was recorded last Thursday morning at SPCA in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. The man is Gerald. He's 81 years old. He came in at 9:15 AM, right when the shelter opened. He had a tan Beagle on a worn leather leash. The dog's name is Otto. He's eight years old. Gerald and Otto have been together for seven years. Otto was a one-year-old shelter dog when Gerald's late wife Eleanor suggested they go for a drive one afternoon and ended up at the Lancaster County shelter. Eleanor picked Otto. Gerald said he was too energetic. Within three months, Gerald admitted he was wrong. Otto had been Gerald's constant companion since Eleanor passed away four years ago. Through the quiet mornings. Through the hard evenings. Through every slow walk around the neighborhood that gave Gerald's days a beginning and an end. Gerald's son Robert had been working for months on finding Gerald a place at Willow Valley Communities — a well-regarded facility twenty minutes from Robert's house. Gerald had resisted at first. Then a small health concern last fall made the conversation more urgent. Gerald agreed in December. Millstream was the right choice. Gerald knew it. Robert knew it Willow Valley didn't allow pets. Robert had searched for solutions. Family friends. Neighbors. His own home — but his wife had a serious allergy. He'd reached out to three different rescue organizations about finding Otto a good placement. Nothing had come together in time. Gerald had made the appointment at Pinewood himself. He didn't tell Robert until the morning of. Robert offered to come. Gerald said he needed to do it alone. He arrived at 9:15 with Otto on the worn leather leash and a paper bag with Otto's food, his two favorite toys, and a handwritten care sheet Gerald had spent two evenings writing - Otto's schedule, his preferences, the way he liked to sleep, the fact that he was nervous around loud trucks, the fact that he liked to sit on the left side of whoever he was with. The intake coordinator, a young man named Philip, took the paper bag carefully. The security footage shows Gerald standing at the intake desk. His shoulders are rounded forward. He's filling out the forms with his head down. Otto sits at his feet. Calm. Tail doing a slow, easy wag. Looking up at Gerald with the complete comfortable trust of a dog who has been on dozens of errands with this man and knows they always go back home together. Otto nudges Gerald's hand with his nose. Gerald doesn't look down. Otto nudges again, then rests his chin on Gerald's shoe. Gerald finishes the last form. Sets the pen down. Then he turns and crouches — slowly, with the careful movement of a man whose knees have earned the right to take their time — and takes Otto's face gently in both hands. He presses his forehead against Otto's. Stays there. Otto's tail wags. He doesn't pull away. He just sits there with his face in Gerald's hands, calm and trusting, tail going softly. Gerald stays for a long time. Then he stands. Hands the leash to Philip. Turns toward the door. He doesn't look back. Philip stood at the desk for a moment holding the leash. Otto was still looking toward the door. Philip told us later: "Otto had no idea. He was completely relaxed the whole time. I kept watching his face and he just looked like he was waiting for Gerald to finish up so they could leave together. He trusted Gerald completely. Completely." He paused. "That's the part that stays with me. Otto had no idea. And Gerald knew everything. And he still did it right. He did it gently and he did it because he loved Otto enough to make sure he was cared for." Robert called that afternoon. He's working with them on finding a permanent home for Otto. He said he told Gerald that evening how the drop-off had gone. Gerald didn't say anything for a moment. Then he asked if Otto had eaten his dinner. Philip had already left a note in the file. ( continued at first comment )
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This was recorded last Thursday morning at SPCA in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. The man is Gerald. He's 81 years old. He came in at 9:15 AM, right when the shelter opened. He had a tan Beagle on a worn leather leash. The dog's name is Otto. He's eight years old. Gerald and Otto have been together for seven years. Otto was a one-year-old shelter dog when Gerald's late wife Eleanor suggested they go for a drive one afternoon and ended up at the Lancaster County shelter. Eleanor picked Otto. Gerald said he was too energetic. Within three months, Gerald admitted he was wrong. Otto had been Gerald's constant companion since Eleanor passed away four years ago. Through the quiet mornings. Through the hard evenings. Through every slow walk around the neighborhood that gave Gerald's days a beginning and an end. Gerald's son Robert had been working for months on finding Gerald a place at Willow Valley Communities — a well-regarded facility twenty minutes from Robert's house. Gerald had resisted at first. Then a small health concern last fall made the conversation more urgent. Gerald agreed in December. Millstream was the right choice. Gerald knew it. Robert knew it Willow Valley didn't allow pets. Robert had searched for solutions. Family friends. Neighbors. His own home — but his wife had a serious allergy. He'd reached out to three different rescue organizations about finding Otto a good placement. Nothing had come together in time. Gerald had made the appointment at Pinewood himself. He didn't tell Robert until the morning of. Robert offered to come. Gerald said he needed to do it alone. He arrived at 9:15 with Otto on the worn leather leash and a paper bag with Otto's food, his two favorite toys, and a handwritten care sheet Gerald had spent two evenings writing - Otto's schedule, his preferences, the way he liked to sleep, the fact that he was nervous around loud trucks, the fact that he liked to sit on the left side of whoever he was with. The intake coordinator, a young man named Philip, took the paper bag carefully. The security footage shows Gerald standing at the intake desk. His shoulders are rounded forward. He's filling out the forms with his head down. Otto sits at his feet. Calm. Tail doing a slow, easy wag. Looking up at Gerald with the complete comfortable trust of a dog who has been on dozens of errands with this man and knows they always go back home together. Otto nudges Gerald's hand with his nose. Gerald doesn't look down. Otto nudges again, then rests his chin on Gerald's shoe. Gerald finishes the last form. Sets the pen down. Then he turns and crouches — slowly, with the careful movement of a man whose knees have earned the right to take their time — and takes Otto's face gently in both hands. He presses his forehead against Otto's. Stays there. Otto's tail wags. He doesn't pull away. He just sits there with his face in Gerald's hands, calm and trusting, tail going softly. Gerald stays for a long time. Then he stands. Hands the leash to Philip. Turns toward the door. He doesn't look back. Philip stood at the desk for a moment holding the leash. Otto was still looking toward the door. Philip told us later: "Otto had no idea. He was completely relaxed the whole time. I kept watching his face and he just looked like he was waiting for Gerald to finish up so they could leave together. He trusted Gerald completely. Completely." He paused. "That's the part that stays with me. Otto had no idea. And Gerald knew everything. And he still did it right. He did it gently and he did it because he loved Otto enough to make sure he was cared for." Robert called that afternoon. He's working with them on finding a permanent home for Otto. He said he told Gerald that evening how the drop-off had gone. Gerald didn't say anything for a moment. Then he asked if Otto had eaten his dinner. Philip had already left a note in the file. ( continued at first comment )

Gabriele Corno

3,305,292 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

She said it started like a normal date… until it didn’t. He was 19 years older, already opening up about “trust issues” because his ex-wife cheated; with her own cousin; and ended up marrying him. Red flag? Maybe. But the night was going fine… except for the nonstop drinking. Hours passed, drinks kept coming, and then he stepped away to the bathroom. During that time, the staff switched shifts, and a new waiter took over. When her date came back, he casually invited a couple of “friends” to join them. She said sure; why not? The vibe felt okay… at first. Then things got weird. The waiter approached carefully, trying not to interrupt, just asking if they needed anything. Out of nowhere, her date flipped. He wrapped his arm around his friend, ignored her completely, and snapped: “Look at this… I’m on a date and this whore is talking to a random man in front of me.” She froze. “What are you even talking about? That’s our waiter.” And then… plot twist: she realized the waiter was actually her cousin. She got up and left right there. Honestly… this isn’t just a bad date, it’s a warning. The drinking, the jealousy, the disrespect; it escalated fast. Sometimes people tell you exactly who they are, and it’s on us to listen early. What would you have done in that moment; walk out immediately, or confront him first?
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She said it started like a normal date… until it didn’t. He was 19 years older, already opening up about “trust issues” because his ex-wife cheated; with her own cousin; and ended up marrying him. Red flag? Maybe. But the night was going fine… except for the nonstop drinking. Hours passed, drinks kept coming, and then he stepped away to the bathroom. During that time, the staff switched shifts, and a new waiter took over. When her date came back, he casually invited a couple of “friends” to join them. She said sure; why not? The vibe felt okay… at first. Then things got weird. The waiter approached carefully, trying not to interrupt, just asking if they needed anything. Out of nowhere, her date flipped. He wrapped his arm around his friend, ignored her completely, and snapped: “Look at this… I’m on a date and this whore is talking to a random man in front of me.” She froze. “What are you even talking about? That’s our waiter.” And then… plot twist: she realized the waiter was actually her cousin. She got up and left right there. Honestly… this isn’t just a bad date, it’s a warning. The drinking, the jealousy, the disrespect; it escalated fast. Sometimes people tell you exactly who they are, and it’s on us to listen early. What would you have done in that moment; walk out immediately, or confront him first?

Dr.L

320,735 görüntüleme • 4 ay önce

Beethoven could not hear the music he wrote. At the age of 28, he realized he was no longer able to listen to a flute being played in the distance, and he spent the rest of his life composing the most enduring music in Western history in almost complete silence... He had been a working musician since childhood. His ears were everything. In 1798, in the middle of a heated argument with a singer, he noticed for the first time that something was wrong. The sound was thinning at the edges. He could hear voices, but high frequencies were beginning to disappear. He told no one for years. By 1802, the truth was no longer deniable. On his doctor's advice he moved to Heiligenstadt, a quiet village outside Vienna, hoping the country air would help. It did not. There, alone and surrounded by farmland, he wrote a letter to his two brothers that he never sent. It was found among his papers after his death. We now call it the Heiligenstadt Testament, and it is one of the most devastating documents ever written by an artist about himself: "You men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the cause of my seeming so... what a humiliation, when one stood beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone heard the shepherd singing, and again I heard nothing." He wrote, in the same letter, that he had thought of ending his life. And then he wrote the line that explains everything that followed: "Only my art held me back. It seemed impossible to me to leave the world before I had produced everything I felt called upon to produce." He went back to Vienna. He went on composing. Over the next two decades his hearing continued to fade. Friends began writing their words down in small notebooks instead of speaking them aloud, and waiting while he read. Modern scholars call these the conversation books. Around four hundred of them survive. To compose, he developed his own methods. He bit one end of a wooden rod and pressed the other against the soundboard of his piano, letting the vibrations travel through his jaw to his inner ear. He had stumbled, through trial and error, onto the principle that modern science calls bone conduction. The cause of his deafness has never been settled. What we do know is this: he realized he was losing his hearing at twenty-eight, and he could have stopped. He wrote the letter, he held the thought of dying in his hand, and then he put down the pen and went back to work. Most of what he is remembered for was composed after that moment: The Fifth Symphony. The Seventh. The Ninth. The Missa Solemnis. The late quartets. All of it was made by a man who could no longer hear most of what he was writing. There are people who give the world what they receive, and there are people who give the world what they were never able to receive. The most enduring beauty in human history has almost always come from the second kind... -- -- -- If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the beauty of the past. You can join us here: I write about beauty in all its forms. If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.
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Beethoven could not hear the music he wrote. At the age of 28, he realized he was no longer able to listen to a flute being played in the distance, and he spent the rest of his life composing the most enduring music in Western history in almost complete silence... He had been a working musician since childhood. His ears were everything. In 1798, in the middle of a heated argument with a singer, he noticed for the first time that something was wrong. The sound was thinning at the edges. He could hear voices, but high frequencies were beginning to disappear. He told no one for years. By 1802, the truth was no longer deniable. On his doctor's advice he moved to Heiligenstadt, a quiet village outside Vienna, hoping the country air would help. It did not. There, alone and surrounded by farmland, he wrote a letter to his two brothers that he never sent. It was found among his papers after his death. We now call it the Heiligenstadt Testament, and it is one of the most devastating documents ever written by an artist about himself: "You men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the cause of my seeming so... what a humiliation, when one stood beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone heard the shepherd singing, and again I heard nothing." He wrote, in the same letter, that he had thought of ending his life. And then he wrote the line that explains everything that followed: "Only my art held me back. It seemed impossible to me to leave the world before I had produced everything I felt called upon to produce." He went back to Vienna. He went on composing. Over the next two decades his hearing continued to fade. Friends began writing their words down in small notebooks instead of speaking them aloud, and waiting while he read. Modern scholars call these the conversation books. Around four hundred of them survive. To compose, he developed his own methods. He bit one end of a wooden rod and pressed the other against the soundboard of his piano, letting the vibrations travel through his jaw to his inner ear. He had stumbled, through trial and error, onto the principle that modern science calls bone conduction. The cause of his deafness has never been settled. What we do know is this: he realized he was losing his hearing at twenty-eight, and he could have stopped. He wrote the letter, he held the thought of dying in his hand, and then he put down the pen and went back to work. Most of what he is remembered for was composed after that moment: The Fifth Symphony. The Seventh. The Ninth. The Missa Solemnis. The late quartets. All of it was made by a man who could no longer hear most of what he was writing. There are people who give the world what they receive, and there are people who give the world what they were never able to receive. The most enduring beauty in human history has almost always come from the second kind... -- -- -- If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the beauty of the past. You can join us here: I write about beauty in all its forms. If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.

James Lucas

155,076 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

I did not know that it was my parrotlet Sokka’s last day today but it was at least a good one. He was on his playstand and playing in his paper bag fort while I was cooking. He doesn’t get fruit often because of the sugar content but I gave him some mango, to which he replied “om nom nom” in his tiny voice. which I taught him to say years ago when eating. I thought about what kind of fruit cake I could make him for his 10th birthday next month. But lucky for him I was also cooking peppers. Pepper seeds are his favorite thing on the planet and though I usually only give him one pepper’s worth today he got two. He was his normal peppy self most of the day. He had had two suspected seizure/stroke episodes starting exactly a year ago and this looked very much like this. They lasted half an hour and then he was back to being his spunky self again. I consulted the vet both times. I gave him a vitamin supplement the vet prescribed that I thought was working well. She did warn me that they could continue but he seemed to be doing well with the vitamins. I was just about to grab dinner down the street when I noticed he was quiet and standing at his food dish but not eating. Thank goodness I noticed so I could be there for him. I called up the emergency vet and let them know we were coming. Then Sokka got to have one last car ride. Sokka loved the car. He was always well behaved and we did many road trips together Including driving from Texas to Connecticut. On our way to the vet Sokka was very weak and fighting to stay conscious and was resting his head against the back of the carrier. But at one point he used all his strength to move to the front of the carrier so he could watch the sunset with me. I kept telling him “you’re a big bird!” and “he’s so cute!” because those are some of his favorite phrases to say, and during previous episodes he would say it back to me as he was recovering. I was half expecting him to fully recover before we got to the vet as he had done the other two times. But this time he wasn’t getting better and I could tell. We got to the vet and she said I did everything right but was not optimistic. Limiting stress is important with birds especially 1oz ones bc it can worsen their condition so she gave me my options for treatment and one of them was humane euthanasia. I held him in my hands and pet him knowing it could be the last time. I selected the option to see if the vet hospital could do anything for him. But shortly after I started driving he passed on the way to the vet hospital. At least he died doing what he loved, going for a ride in the car. I am relieved I did not have to make the most difficult choice to end his life for him, and that he went quickly and peacefully with a full belly of pepper seeds and mango and during one last sunset car ride. Some people will think “it’s just a bird” but those who know me understand how much he meant to me and how intelligent parrots are. Parrotlets are know for being a big personality in a tiny body. I got him a month after I graduated college and he’s been with me nearly 10 years since so basically my whole adult life. He was a big responsibility (that i don’t recommend to ppl without an exotic avian husbandry background) but I didn’t mind and now I feel a hole where those duties and companionship are no longer. If you actually read all or some of this, thank you, it means a lot to me, really. Going to be spending the next weeks just trying to ground myself and not fuck up my mental health again. I’ll share a separate more happy post about my favorite memories when I’m in the mood. For now here’s my favorite video of him even though he’s not speaking in it, and some baby pics from the first day I met him in 2014 in the comments.
0:45

I did not know that it was my parrotlet Sokka’s last day today but it was at least a good one. He was on his playstand and playing in his paper bag fort while I was cooking. He doesn’t get fruit often because of the sugar content but I gave him some mango, to which he replied “om nom nom” in his tiny voice. which I taught him to say years ago when eating. I thought about what kind of fruit cake I could make him for his 10th birthday next month. But lucky for him I was also cooking peppers. Pepper seeds are his favorite thing on the planet and though I usually only give him one pepper’s worth today he got two. He was his normal peppy self most of the day. He had had two suspected seizure/stroke episodes starting exactly a year ago and this looked very much like this. They lasted half an hour and then he was back to being his spunky self again. I consulted the vet both times. I gave him a vitamin supplement the vet prescribed that I thought was working well. She did warn me that they could continue but he seemed to be doing well with the vitamins. I was just about to grab dinner down the street when I noticed he was quiet and standing at his food dish but not eating. Thank goodness I noticed so I could be there for him. I called up the emergency vet and let them know we were coming. Then Sokka got to have one last car ride. Sokka loved the car. He was always well behaved and we did many road trips together Including driving from Texas to Connecticut. On our way to the vet Sokka was very weak and fighting to stay conscious and was resting his head against the back of the carrier. But at one point he used all his strength to move to the front of the carrier so he could watch the sunset with me. I kept telling him “you’re a big bird!” and “he’s so cute!” because those are some of his favorite phrases to say, and during previous episodes he would say it back to me as he was recovering. I was half expecting him to fully recover before we got to the vet as he had done the other two times. But this time he wasn’t getting better and I could tell. We got to the vet and she said I did everything right but was not optimistic. Limiting stress is important with birds especially 1oz ones bc it can worsen their condition so she gave me my options for treatment and one of them was humane euthanasia. I held him in my hands and pet him knowing it could be the last time. I selected the option to see if the vet hospital could do anything for him. But shortly after I started driving he passed on the way to the vet hospital. At least he died doing what he loved, going for a ride in the car. I am relieved I did not have to make the most difficult choice to end his life for him, and that he went quickly and peacefully with a full belly of pepper seeds and mango and during one last sunset car ride. Some people will think “it’s just a bird” but those who know me understand how much he meant to me and how intelligent parrots are. Parrotlets are know for being a big personality in a tiny body. I got him a month after I graduated college and he’s been with me nearly 10 years since so basically my whole adult life. He was a big responsibility (that i don’t recommend to ppl without an exotic avian husbandry background) but I didn’t mind and now I feel a hole where those duties and companionship are no longer. If you actually read all or some of this, thank you, it means a lot to me, really. Going to be spending the next weeks just trying to ground myself and not fuck up my mental health again. I’ll share a separate more happy post about my favorite memories when I’m in the mood. For now here’s my favorite video of him even though he’s not speaking in it, and some baby pics from the first day I met him in 2014 in the comments.

hawkward

65,695 görüntüleme • 2 yıl önce

Watch what Fauci does to his own wrist while Josh Hawley walks through the "$900,000 cash award" and "at least eight other federal cash prizes" he used federal employees to get. See the fingernails? Body language expert Dr. G says it's a way to distract, because Fauci "basically can't escape this situation," and with no way to fight and no way to flee, "it's going to cause a lot of distress." HAWLEY: "It was a $900,000 cash award. $900,000." [Fauci spins his pen, eyes down] DR. G: "We see that when it comes to losing confidence. And as he's talking about this, as Senator Hawley is going through all of this, he's not looking up much at Senator Hawley at all. This is once again different than the rest of the hearing." HAWLEY: "And he got it. Because he used federal employees to get it. And this wasn't the only award, was it, Dr. Fauci? In fact, you applied for and received at least eight other federal cash prizes." [Fauci keeps his eyes down] DR. G: "As he continues to look down, I think it accomplishes two things. One, I think that he's probably looking at the Fifth Amendment statement. He's just probably reading it over and over again in his head to sort of ignore this, but it also allows him to disengage, to not have to take in everything because it can be overstimulating to look at somebody when they are coming at you with information like this." HAWLEY: "Your staff and employees on federal time, using federal resources, being paid with federal dollars, are soliciting cash for you. And then they're turning around and saying to the agency, 'We don't want just an answer. We want to get to yes.' Because Fauci wants the money. He wants it. We want to get to yes. And yes takes time. This is your chief of staff again using federal email to pressure the agency's own ethics people so that you could get money, so that you could get rich." [Fauci slides his hand under his sleeve again] DR. G: "And there the hand is going underneath the sleeve again. We're seeing that over and over again during the more stressful periods of this." HAWLEY: "5 CFR section 2635.205(b). It says it right there in black and white. You cannot use…" [Fauci digs his fingernails into his wrist] DR. G: "You can see he's using his fingernails to put pressure on his wrist right now. That's a way to distract. That's a way to continue to try to get through something right now, because he basically can't escape this situation. "A situation like this is going to engage fight or flight. And since you can't fight, you can't argue about it because you can't say anything, and you certainly can't escape, it's going to cause a lot of distress."
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Watch what Fauci does to his own wrist while Josh Hawley walks through the "$900,000 cash award" and "at least eight other federal cash prizes" he used federal employees to get. See the fingernails? Body language expert Dr. G says it's a way to distract, because Fauci "basically can't escape this situation," and with no way to fight and no way to flee, "it's going to cause a lot of distress." HAWLEY: "It was a $900,000 cash award. $900,000." [Fauci spins his pen, eyes down] DR. G: "We see that when it comes to losing confidence. And as he's talking about this, as Senator Hawley is going through all of this, he's not looking up much at Senator Hawley at all. This is once again different than the rest of the hearing." HAWLEY: "And he got it. Because he used federal employees to get it. And this wasn't the only award, was it, Dr. Fauci? In fact, you applied for and received at least eight other federal cash prizes." [Fauci keeps his eyes down] DR. G: "As he continues to look down, I think it accomplishes two things. One, I think that he's probably looking at the Fifth Amendment statement. He's just probably reading it over and over again in his head to sort of ignore this, but it also allows him to disengage, to not have to take in everything because it can be overstimulating to look at somebody when they are coming at you with information like this." HAWLEY: "Your staff and employees on federal time, using federal resources, being paid with federal dollars, are soliciting cash for you. And then they're turning around and saying to the agency, 'We don't want just an answer. We want to get to yes.' Because Fauci wants the money. He wants it. We want to get to yes. And yes takes time. This is your chief of staff again using federal email to pressure the agency's own ethics people so that you could get money, so that you could get rich." [Fauci slides his hand under his sleeve again] DR. G: "And there the hand is going underneath the sleeve again. We're seeing that over and over again during the more stressful periods of this." HAWLEY: "5 CFR section 2635.205(b). It says it right there in black and white. You cannot use…" [Fauci digs his fingernails into his wrist] DR. G: "You can see he's using his fingernails to put pressure on his wrist right now. That's a way to distract. That's a way to continue to try to get through something right now, because he basically can't escape this situation. "A situation like this is going to engage fight or flight. And since you can't fight, you can't argue about it because you can't say anything, and you certainly can't escape, it's going to cause a lot of distress."

The Vigilant Fox 🦊

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Confidence Pro Max: Remembering a Brother, a Filmmaker, and a Warrior Nick’s untimely death is a devastating blow to his family, friends, and Kenya as a whole. We didn’t see it coming, even after he was diagnosed in October 2025 with hypocellular myelodysplastic syndrome (h-MDS), a rare bone marrow disorder. When we went to see him in the hospital, he possessed such positive energy, he was convinced that he would beat this. He was Rambo a "one-man army" and we all believed he could beat it, too. He never looked defeated, or depressed, even as he began to lose weight. When he shaved his head in November, he sent me a photo and asked me to call him "Michael Jordan," after the Chicago Bulls legend whose signature look was a bald head. Even in sickness, he found a reason to smile. I met Nick in 2015, before he became a filmmaker. I remember him sitting in my office wearing a suit, asking for my support to go study filmmaking in Italy. After completing his course in Italy, his first major project upon his return was the award-winning documentary Softie, directed by Sam Soko. The film followed my journey as I ran for political office during the 2017 elections, and Nick was the one behind the drone shots. We became friends, and I enjoyed a front-row seat watching as he went on to document important stories. One of my favourites was his powerful 2021 BBC Africa Eye documentary, "Street Dreams." He directed and filmed a group of seven homeless young men in Nairobi who formed the "Street Family Dance Crew." He embedded with them to capture their raw determination to escape poverty, police harassment, and family issues during the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a story that feels like a distant world today; those dancers used to perform outside nightclubs in the CBD, but the city has since become a ghost town. Many bars closed down and replaced by restaurants that shut their doors by 9:00 PM. It’s a story that captured a time in Nairobi that is long gone. In 2024, Nick and I united as he covered the protests. While I participated in the demonstrations, he worked on an unnamed film and we often discussed safety tips. I was a storyteller before I was an activist, so I knew a thing or two about staying safe in the streets while documenting potentially dangerous stories. When Nick was falsely arrested in May 2025, for allegedly producing the BBC documentary, Blood Parliament - two of the three people arrested with him were working with me. I received a call shortly after their arrest and faced the difficult task of calling my colleagues' parents to deliver the news. The arrest was hostile; they were forced to hand over their phones and passwords, and when their equipment was finally returned, it was infected with spyware. What remains hidden from the public eye after an arrest are the cold cells, the degrading police interrogations, the court arraignments, the stares, and the judgment from both friends and strangers. Sometimes even the loss of clients who don’t want to be associated with “enemies of the state.” On a personal level, the trauma of such an arrest can lead to depression, alcoholism, or insomnia. In Nick’s case, his body crumbled, a hidden disease manifested, and before we could truly understand what it was, it stole him from us. His passing is an indictment of our failed healthcare system. Good healthcare is not free. We do not have enough blood in our blood banks and patients must organize their own donors in both public and private hospitals. Furthermore, specialized medical care is so expensive and out of reach that his family and friends were in the middle of fundraising for a life-saving bone marrow transplant in India. I am glad that he was able to produce his latest work, The People Shall, last year. The documentary is a first-hand eyewitness account of the events of June 25th, 2024, when a new republic was born. In his honour, and in honour of the hundreds of thousands suffering due to poor healthcare in this country, may we take our power back. Nick was good people. He had a positive attitude toward life and brought love and laughter into every room he entered. He could lift heavier weights at the gym than people much older and bigger than him. I had the chance to lift weights with him and his co-accused friends; he was so confident that he was the only one lifting bare-chested. That was 'confidence pro-max,' and he beat us in lifting heavier weights and doing more sets. In September 2025, I woke up early to ensure my son was ready to go drone filming with Nick. My son had recently acquired his drone pilot license, and Nick had taken him under his wing as he worked on a new film - a project he was looking forward to finishing. He surprised us all with his early exit on January 7th, but we thank God we had the chance to spend time with him. As we grieve Nick’s death, may his story inspire you to leave that boring job, find your purpose, and live a life that leaves an impact. I am so grateful for Nick’s life. May God comfort his family and friends and give them strength. He will be dearly missed.
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Confidence Pro Max: Remembering a Brother, a Filmmaker, and a Warrior Nick’s untimely death is a devastating blow to his family, friends, and Kenya as a whole. We didn’t see it coming, even after he was diagnosed in October 2025 with hypocellular myelodysplastic syndrome (h-MDS), a rare bone marrow disorder. When we went to see him in the hospital, he possessed such positive energy, he was convinced that he would beat this. He was Rambo a "one-man army" and we all believed he could beat it, too. He never looked defeated, or depressed, even as he began to lose weight. When he shaved his head in November, he sent me a photo and asked me to call him "Michael Jordan," after the Chicago Bulls legend whose signature look was a bald head. Even in sickness, he found a reason to smile. I met Nick in 2015, before he became a filmmaker. I remember him sitting in my office wearing a suit, asking for my support to go study filmmaking in Italy. After completing his course in Italy, his first major project upon his return was the award-winning documentary Softie, directed by Sam Soko. The film followed my journey as I ran for political office during the 2017 elections, and Nick was the one behind the drone shots. We became friends, and I enjoyed a front-row seat watching as he went on to document important stories. One of my favourites was his powerful 2021 BBC Africa Eye documentary, "Street Dreams." He directed and filmed a group of seven homeless young men in Nairobi who formed the "Street Family Dance Crew." He embedded with them to capture their raw determination to escape poverty, police harassment, and family issues during the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a story that feels like a distant world today; those dancers used to perform outside nightclubs in the CBD, but the city has since become a ghost town. Many bars closed down and replaced by restaurants that shut their doors by 9:00 PM. It’s a story that captured a time in Nairobi that is long gone. In 2024, Nick and I united as he covered the protests. While I participated in the demonstrations, he worked on an unnamed film and we often discussed safety tips. I was a storyteller before I was an activist, so I knew a thing or two about staying safe in the streets while documenting potentially dangerous stories. When Nick was falsely arrested in May 2025, for allegedly producing the BBC documentary, Blood Parliament - two of the three people arrested with him were working with me. I received a call shortly after their arrest and faced the difficult task of calling my colleagues' parents to deliver the news. The arrest was hostile; they were forced to hand over their phones and passwords, and when their equipment was finally returned, it was infected with spyware. What remains hidden from the public eye after an arrest are the cold cells, the degrading police interrogations, the court arraignments, the stares, and the judgment from both friends and strangers. Sometimes even the loss of clients who don’t want to be associated with “enemies of the state.” On a personal level, the trauma of such an arrest can lead to depression, alcoholism, or insomnia. In Nick’s case, his body crumbled, a hidden disease manifested, and before we could truly understand what it was, it stole him from us. His passing is an indictment of our failed healthcare system. Good healthcare is not free. We do not have enough blood in our blood banks and patients must organize their own donors in both public and private hospitals. Furthermore, specialized medical care is so expensive and out of reach that his family and friends were in the middle of fundraising for a life-saving bone marrow transplant in India. I am glad that he was able to produce his latest work, The People Shall, last year. The documentary is a first-hand eyewitness account of the events of June 25th, 2024, when a new republic was born. In his honour, and in honour of the hundreds of thousands suffering due to poor healthcare in this country, may we take our power back. Nick was good people. He had a positive attitude toward life and brought love and laughter into every room he entered. He could lift heavier weights at the gym than people much older and bigger than him. I had the chance to lift weights with him and his co-accused friends; he was so confident that he was the only one lifting bare-chested. That was 'confidence pro-max,' and he beat us in lifting heavier weights and doing more sets. In September 2025, I woke up early to ensure my son was ready to go drone filming with Nick. My son had recently acquired his drone pilot license, and Nick had taken him under his wing as he worked on a new film - a project he was looking forward to finishing. He surprised us all with his early exit on January 7th, but we thank God we had the chance to spend time with him. As we grieve Nick’s death, may his story inspire you to leave that boring job, find your purpose, and live a life that leaves an impact. I am so grateful for Nick’s life. May God comfort his family and friends and give them strength. He will be dearly missed.

The People’s President

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🦌 &team, right. i met up with k hyung from &team. let me tell you the story. i just parted ways with him. so, i met up with k hyung. he had told me before, "if you come to japan, hit me up. let’s grab a meal." but honestly, everyone says things like that, and actually following through to the point where you sit down and eat together isn’t that easy. you get what i mean, right? it’s kind of like when someone asks, "hey, are you going through a tough time these days?" a lot of the time, they’re not genuinely offering to sit down and listen or comfort me. most of the time, it just means they’re curious about how i’ve been and want to catch up on my life. but when i actually reached out to k hyung, he immediately said he was free today, so we went out for a meal and then stopped by a café. and honestly, it was so much fun. even though it was our first time eating together, i felt more comfortable than i do with some of my hometown friends. since he speaks korean well, it made things even easier. and as for me, i’ve learned just enough japanese to at least try and make k hyung laugh. i tried being a little playful, and luckily, k hyung laughed at my jokes. that was a relief, i would’ve been embarrassed otherwise. i laughed a lot, and k hyung did too. we ate, and since k hyung likes walking, we walked around a bit too. he started this career way earlier than i did, so he gave me some advice. but honestly… i don’t even remember what we talked about. it’s like when you meet up with an old friend and later think, "wait, what did we even talk about?" and you can’t remember anything. i was so happy. when i go to apgujeong with hanbin hyung or gunwook, i tend to say, "since we’re in apgujeong, i’ll pay." but when we go often, we just take turns paying. so when i went to apgujeong with gunwook to eat kalguksu, i was like, "i’ll pay this time, but when we go to osan, you cover it." we joke around like that. but k hyung did the same thing. seriously… k hyung was really just like me… it felt like if we met a second time, one of us might disappear, like what happens to doppelgänger or something, just way too similar. we kept talking, then went to a café and talked some more. he said he had never seen someone eat two ice creams before their meal. i had ordered them 10 minutes before k hyung arrived. i saw that the barbecue place had ice cream, so i was like, "oh? they have ice cream? well, then i gotta try it!" and i ordered two. apparently, that was a first for him. i guess it’s not something people usually do. even after the meal, i had more, and then we went to a café. k hyung was once again like, "since we’re in japan, i’ll pay." he took a regular taxi for himself, but for me, he was like, "oh, gyuvin, you’re a superstar!" and called a van. i was like, "hyung, this isn’t right. you should take this one." but he kept insisting, "just get in, get in, get in!" so yeah, we had fun and then i came back. and as soon as i got back, i turned the live. that was my day. also, i have a lot of friends now. there's younghoon hyung, jungha hyung, and of course, k hyung, hanbin hyung… of course, my members are a given. i guess i’m kind of a “insider” now, huh?
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🦌 &team, right. i met up with k hyung from &team. let me tell you the story. i just parted ways with him. so, i met up with k hyung. he had told me before, "if you come to japan, hit me up. let’s grab a meal." but honestly, everyone says things like that, and actually following through to the point where you sit down and eat together isn’t that easy. you get what i mean, right? it’s kind of like when someone asks, "hey, are you going through a tough time these days?" a lot of the time, they’re not genuinely offering to sit down and listen or comfort me. most of the time, it just means they’re curious about how i’ve been and want to catch up on my life. but when i actually reached out to k hyung, he immediately said he was free today, so we went out for a meal and then stopped by a café. and honestly, it was so much fun. even though it was our first time eating together, i felt more comfortable than i do with some of my hometown friends. since he speaks korean well, it made things even easier. and as for me, i’ve learned just enough japanese to at least try and make k hyung laugh. i tried being a little playful, and luckily, k hyung laughed at my jokes. that was a relief, i would’ve been embarrassed otherwise. i laughed a lot, and k hyung did too. we ate, and since k hyung likes walking, we walked around a bit too. he started this career way earlier than i did, so he gave me some advice. but honestly… i don’t even remember what we talked about. it’s like when you meet up with an old friend and later think, "wait, what did we even talk about?" and you can’t remember anything. i was so happy. when i go to apgujeong with hanbin hyung or gunwook, i tend to say, "since we’re in apgujeong, i’ll pay." but when we go often, we just take turns paying. so when i went to apgujeong with gunwook to eat kalguksu, i was like, "i’ll pay this time, but when we go to osan, you cover it." we joke around like that. but k hyung did the same thing. seriously… k hyung was really just like me… it felt like if we met a second time, one of us might disappear, like what happens to doppelgänger or something, just way too similar. we kept talking, then went to a café and talked some more. he said he had never seen someone eat two ice creams before their meal. i had ordered them 10 minutes before k hyung arrived. i saw that the barbecue place had ice cream, so i was like, "oh? they have ice cream? well, then i gotta try it!" and i ordered two. apparently, that was a first for him. i guess it’s not something people usually do. even after the meal, i had more, and then we went to a café. k hyung was once again like, "since we’re in japan, i’ll pay." he took a regular taxi for himself, but for me, he was like, "oh, gyuvin, you’re a superstar!" and called a van. i was like, "hyung, this isn’t right. you should take this one." but he kept insisting, "just get in, get in, get in!" so yeah, we had fun and then i came back. and as soon as i got back, i turned the live. that was my day. also, i have a lot of friends now. there's younghoon hyung, jungha hyung, and of course, k hyung, hanbin hyung… of course, my members are a given. i guess i’m kind of a “insider” now, huh?

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"When I married, I was a virgin, I promise you, and sex has never interested me much. I don’t understand how people can waste so much time over sex: sex is for kids, for movies, a great bore." --- Alfred Hitchcock Full Excerpt: "Hitchcock: I’m sixty-four now, and I can swear that I’ve never known any woman other than my wife—neither before nor since our marriage. When I married, I was a virgin, I promise you, and sex has never interested me much. I don’t understand how people can waste so much time over sex: sex is for kids, for movies, a great bore. And since I’ve always avoided anything boring.. [remember the day I had to write the screenplay for the movie 'Woman to Woman' (1923): the story of a man who has a mistress in Paris who bangs his head, loses his memory, and starts going with another woman, who gives him a child. Well, I was twenty-three years old, I’d never been with a woman, and I didn’t have the slightest idea what a woman did to have a child. I had even less idea what a man did when he was with his mistress in Paris or when he was with another woman who was giving him a child. And so... Interviewer: Now you know, Mr. Hitchcock? Hitchcock: Now I know. I have a daughter of thirty-five and three little grandchildren. Between you and me, I’m a grandfather. Still, when I think that my daughter was born when I was nearly thirty, and it was only then that I realized that babies aren’t found under gooseberry bushes. You won’t believe it—no one ever believes it, they say it’s an act to make myself a character—but until I was twenty-four, I had never tasted a drop of alcohol; until I was twenty- five, I had never smoked a cigar. I was very shy, more shy than I am today. If people told dirty stories, I used to blush like a rose. So my friends would always tell them when I wasn’t there, and if I arrived, they’d say, “Silence, Hitchcock’s coming.” As for my wife, I married her because she asked me to. We’d been traveling around and working together for years, and I’d never so much as touched her little finger. Interviewer: But why on earth? Don’t you like women, Mr. Hitchcock? Hitchcock: Indeed I like them, more than men. In point of fact, I feel less shy with them than with men. For example, I could never talk like this to a man. But I like them to talk to, to dine with, not for sexual reasons. When people ask me, “Mr. Hitchcock, why are the stars in your movies always blondes? Is it because you have a weakness for blondes?” I tell them I don’t know, it must be coincidence or the fact that they are ladies; I’ve thought since I was a child that ladies are blonde, my wife is blonde. I don’t have a weakness for anyone, neither for blondes nor redheads nor brunettes nor sexy women... You know who are the sexiest women, I mean the most wrapped up in sex? Nordic women. Evidently the cold makes them hot. Consider Englishwomen: they all look like schoolmistresses, but heaven help the poor fellow who finds himself in a taxi with one. At best he’ll get out of it minus his clothes. Interviewer: Forgive my asking, but how do you know these things, Mr. Hitchcock? Hitchcock: What a question! I listen to what people say, I find out about things. Obviously the information is secondhand. Scientists know that if you mix one powder with another powder, you'll be blown up. But they don’t have to be blown up in order to know it." (Alfred Hitchcock's interview with Oriana Fallaci, 1963) Clip from: North by Northwest (1959) Director: Alfred Hitchcock
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"When I married, I was a virgin, I promise you, and sex has never interested me much. I don’t understand how people can waste so much time over sex: sex is for kids, for movies, a great bore." --- Alfred Hitchcock Full Excerpt: "Hitchcock: I’m sixty-four now, and I can swear that I’ve never known any woman other than my wife—neither before nor since our marriage. When I married, I was a virgin, I promise you, and sex has never interested me much. I don’t understand how people can waste so much time over sex: sex is for kids, for movies, a great bore. And since I’ve always avoided anything boring.. [remember the day I had to write the screenplay for the movie 'Woman to Woman' (1923): the story of a man who has a mistress in Paris who bangs his head, loses his memory, and starts going with another woman, who gives him a child. Well, I was twenty-three years old, I’d never been with a woman, and I didn’t have the slightest idea what a woman did to have a child. I had even less idea what a man did when he was with his mistress in Paris or when he was with another woman who was giving him a child. And so... Interviewer: Now you know, Mr. Hitchcock? Hitchcock: Now I know. I have a daughter of thirty-five and three little grandchildren. Between you and me, I’m a grandfather. Still, when I think that my daughter was born when I was nearly thirty, and it was only then that I realized that babies aren’t found under gooseberry bushes. You won’t believe it—no one ever believes it, they say it’s an act to make myself a character—but until I was twenty-four, I had never tasted a drop of alcohol; until I was twenty- five, I had never smoked a cigar. I was very shy, more shy than I am today. If people told dirty stories, I used to blush like a rose. So my friends would always tell them when I wasn’t there, and if I arrived, they’d say, “Silence, Hitchcock’s coming.” As for my wife, I married her because she asked me to. We’d been traveling around and working together for years, and I’d never so much as touched her little finger. Interviewer: But why on earth? Don’t you like women, Mr. Hitchcock? Hitchcock: Indeed I like them, more than men. In point of fact, I feel less shy with them than with men. For example, I could never talk like this to a man. But I like them to talk to, to dine with, not for sexual reasons. When people ask me, “Mr. Hitchcock, why are the stars in your movies always blondes? Is it because you have a weakness for blondes?” I tell them I don’t know, it must be coincidence or the fact that they are ladies; I’ve thought since I was a child that ladies are blonde, my wife is blonde. I don’t have a weakness for anyone, neither for blondes nor redheads nor brunettes nor sexy women... You know who are the sexiest women, I mean the most wrapped up in sex? Nordic women. Evidently the cold makes them hot. Consider Englishwomen: they all look like schoolmistresses, but heaven help the poor fellow who finds himself in a taxi with one. At best he’ll get out of it minus his clothes. Interviewer: Forgive my asking, but how do you know these things, Mr. Hitchcock? Hitchcock: What a question! I listen to what people say, I find out about things. Obviously the information is secondhand. Scientists know that if you mix one powder with another powder, you'll be blown up. But they don’t have to be blown up in order to know it." (Alfred Hitchcock's interview with Oriana Fallaci, 1963) Clip from: North by Northwest (1959) Director: Alfred Hitchcock

DepressedBergman

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Top stars in the entertainment industry change every year. So why has Xiao Zhan stayed firmly at the top for seven years? Today we won’t talk about data, and we won’t dig into gossip. Let’s just talk about those small things that people in the industry and audiences have repeatedly seen and confirmed. By the end, you’ll realize his long-lasting popularity is only natural. If his works and stage performances are Xiao Zhan’s public image, then how he conducts himself in private and his professional ethics are his deeply rooted inner foundation. Many people wonder where his huge popularity really comes from. The answer lies in the small details remembered by countless collaborators, people around him, and even even strangers. First, let’s look at how firm he can be. A magazine he shot before he became hugely popular was later sold at double the price after he became popular again. When Xiao Zhan found out, he pushed back directly and asked the magazine to refund fans. He even said he could pay for it himself. Last year, a blogger spread a rumor that he would attend a New Year’s gala. Some fans believed it and bought tickets and booked hotels. Even though he never officially announced it, he still quietly reimbursed those fans for their flights and hotels. He never takes advantage of other people’s sincerity, even when it isn’t his responsibility. Now let’s look at how much care he puts into his work. He’s about as hardworking as it gets. The album was prepared over three years. Between tight filming schedules, he squeezed in time to polish every song. The physical album was priced at 279 yuan. It weighed 3.5 kg and was clearly made with a lot of care. He didn’t use K-pop-style random photo card gimmicks. He said it was a gift for the fans. Before the physical release, the songs were free to listen to on all platforms, leaving the choice entirely to the audience. When it comes to collaborations, from directors and screenwriters to regular staff, almost everyone who has worked with him can recall a few small things about him. Huang Jue: Basically, I think every staff member and every actor who has worked with him ends up having a very genuine fondness for him. Angela Chang: I’ll just say you’re very accommodating toward me. You’re really a gentleman. This time working together, including a duet with Xiao Zhan, I just felt he’s a very polite kid. Tony Leung Ka-fai: Honestly, the more you interact with him, the more you like him. He’s just that kind of young man. This kind of respect, this kind of kindness, isn’t a public image, it’s a habit. Now let’s look at how clean his record is. In 2020, when that storm swept across the entire internet, people dug into his past, yet they still couldn’t find a single real stain on his record. None of his former schoolmates or friends spoke against him. Instead, they voluntarily protected his privacy from before he was famous. In the entertainment industry, this kind of silent, collective protection is more powerful than any statement. His self-discipline is on another level. During brand livestreams, as long as he’s on camera, he never allows product links to be posted. He openly refuses fan-funded voting campaigns, keeping control over his work firmly in his own hands, and not allowing love to become a burden. Looks can fade and popularity can scatter, but a person’s character, resilience, sincerity, and respect for their profession only become clearer with time. Xiao Zhan’s seven years at the top are like a long open beta test, testing the limits of an ordinary person’s character, and testing the ultimate worth of talent and character in the entertainment industry. He’s proven one thing: a real long-term approach isn’t a carefully planned path, but a road that forms naturally through every choice and every act of responsibility. In an era obsessed with quick success and quick forgetting, he offers a rare sense of certainty: hard work will be seen, and sincerity can overcome many difficulties. Youtube: #XiaoZhan #肖战
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Top stars in the entertainment industry change every year. So why has Xiao Zhan stayed firmly at the top for seven years? Today we won’t talk about data, and we won’t dig into gossip. Let’s just talk about those small things that people in the industry and audiences have repeatedly seen and confirmed. By the end, you’ll realize his long-lasting popularity is only natural. If his works and stage performances are Xiao Zhan’s public image, then how he conducts himself in private and his professional ethics are his deeply rooted inner foundation. Many people wonder where his huge popularity really comes from. The answer lies in the small details remembered by countless collaborators, people around him, and even even strangers. First, let’s look at how firm he can be. A magazine he shot before he became hugely popular was later sold at double the price after he became popular again. When Xiao Zhan found out, he pushed back directly and asked the magazine to refund fans. He even said he could pay for it himself. Last year, a blogger spread a rumor that he would attend a New Year’s gala. Some fans believed it and bought tickets and booked hotels. Even though he never officially announced it, he still quietly reimbursed those fans for their flights and hotels. He never takes advantage of other people’s sincerity, even when it isn’t his responsibility. Now let’s look at how much care he puts into his work. He’s about as hardworking as it gets. The album was prepared over three years. Between tight filming schedules, he squeezed in time to polish every song. The physical album was priced at 279 yuan. It weighed 3.5 kg and was clearly made with a lot of care. He didn’t use K-pop-style random photo card gimmicks. He said it was a gift for the fans. Before the physical release, the songs were free to listen to on all platforms, leaving the choice entirely to the audience. When it comes to collaborations, from directors and screenwriters to regular staff, almost everyone who has worked with him can recall a few small things about him. Huang Jue: Basically, I think every staff member and every actor who has worked with him ends up having a very genuine fondness for him. Angela Chang: I’ll just say you’re very accommodating toward me. You’re really a gentleman. This time working together, including a duet with Xiao Zhan, I just felt he’s a very polite kid. Tony Leung Ka-fai: Honestly, the more you interact with him, the more you like him. He’s just that kind of young man. This kind of respect, this kind of kindness, isn’t a public image, it’s a habit. Now let’s look at how clean his record is. In 2020, when that storm swept across the entire internet, people dug into his past, yet they still couldn’t find a single real stain on his record. None of his former schoolmates or friends spoke against him. Instead, they voluntarily protected his privacy from before he was famous. In the entertainment industry, this kind of silent, collective protection is more powerful than any statement. His self-discipline is on another level. During brand livestreams, as long as he’s on camera, he never allows product links to be posted. He openly refuses fan-funded voting campaigns, keeping control over his work firmly in his own hands, and not allowing love to become a burden. Looks can fade and popularity can scatter, but a person’s character, resilience, sincerity, and respect for their profession only become clearer with time. Xiao Zhan’s seven years at the top are like a long open beta test, testing the limits of an ordinary person’s character, and testing the ultimate worth of talent and character in the entertainment industry. He’s proven one thing: a real long-term approach isn’t a carefully planned path, but a road that forms naturally through every choice and every act of responsibility. In an era obsessed with quick success and quick forgetting, he offers a rare sense of certainty: hard work will be seen, and sincerity can overcome many difficulties. Youtube: #XiaoZhan #肖战

Xiao Zhan World ♥️ Adoki

20,110 görüntüleme • 6 ay önce

I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother *so* much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. My brother was really into editing and producing films, and so is Bam. When Ryan Dunn died, and Bam went off the deep end, I was watching my brother do the same thing every time a strong emotion hit him, and he simply didn't know what to do with it. My brother was so beautiful on the outside, yet unrecognizable at the end. I can not tell you how many times my brother would go missing. Hundreds of times. He would sometimes go missing for up to a week. Then we'd get a call from the police or a hospital. Usually, the hospital would be first because he'd be near death. Then they would keep him on a 5150 at a mental health facility. Then he would come home. One time, he chased me with a knife in his hand, screaming he was going to kill me as I was running out of my parents' home on a cordless phone dialing 911. I found a fifth of vodka in his room and poured it down the drain. He went looking for it 20 minutes later, and it was empty...and I told him I poured it out. When I was 24 years old, I landed my first job that came with an office. My name was outside of it. I was stoked. I worked my ass off to get there. But there was no happiness at that time in my life. I remember my father calling me at work, sitting in that office, to say he was coming to pick me up because he knew where my brother, who had been missing for 4 days, was. The credit card he stole from my mother showed he was at a little oceanfront motel 10 minutes away. And I remember thinking to myself on the way over there...I have to open the motel room door. I can't let my dad see him hanging. It will destroy his life. I told my dad to wait about 10 feet to my left, and I opened the door, and there was my brother fashioning a sheet into a noose. Another time he went missing, and they found him on the roof of a building with the inside of his arms slashed from elbow to wrist, just lying in a pool of blood. Dark shit. Both of the insides of his arms were mutilated from being sliced open so many times. At least 30, if not more. He stopped wearing short-sleeved shirts in public about 10 years before he died. He got to the point of seizures when he withdrew and had alcohol-related dementia for the last 3 years of his life, which would come and go. Then one day, after 2 decades, he called my parents and said something was wrong. My parents went over to his place, ended up calling 911, the ambulance got there, and he started walking outside with assistance from paramedics and collapsed. In front of my parents. He was rushed to the hospital. I had not seen my brother for the last 9 years of his life. He disowned me. Because he felt he had to. He killed my dog when he got drunk 9 years before he died. No one knows if he meant to or not, he was so wasted. He couldn't face me after that. So he disowned me. And a piece of my heart died the day he did it. I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would *never* do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.
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I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother *so* much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. My brother was really into editing and producing films, and so is Bam. When Ryan Dunn died, and Bam went off the deep end, I was watching my brother do the same thing every time a strong emotion hit him, and he simply didn't know what to do with it. My brother was so beautiful on the outside, yet unrecognizable at the end. I can not tell you how many times my brother would go missing. Hundreds of times. He would sometimes go missing for up to a week. Then we'd get a call from the police or a hospital. Usually, the hospital would be first because he'd be near death. Then they would keep him on a 5150 at a mental health facility. Then he would come home. One time, he chased me with a knife in his hand, screaming he was going to kill me as I was running out of my parents' home on a cordless phone dialing 911. I found a fifth of vodka in his room and poured it down the drain. He went looking for it 20 minutes later, and it was empty...and I told him I poured it out. When I was 24 years old, I landed my first job that came with an office. My name was outside of it. I was stoked. I worked my ass off to get there. But there was no happiness at that time in my life. I remember my father calling me at work, sitting in that office, to say he was coming to pick me up because he knew where my brother, who had been missing for 4 days, was. The credit card he stole from my mother showed he was at a little oceanfront motel 10 minutes away. And I remember thinking to myself on the way over there...I have to open the motel room door. I can't let my dad see him hanging. It will destroy his life. I told my dad to wait about 10 feet to my left, and I opened the door, and there was my brother fashioning a sheet into a noose. Another time he went missing, and they found him on the roof of a building with the inside of his arms slashed from elbow to wrist, just lying in a pool of blood. Dark shit. Both of the insides of his arms were mutilated from being sliced open so many times. At least 30, if not more. He stopped wearing short-sleeved shirts in public about 10 years before he died. He got to the point of seizures when he withdrew and had alcohol-related dementia for the last 3 years of his life, which would come and go. Then one day, after 2 decades, he called my parents and said something was wrong. My parents went over to his place, ended up calling 911, the ambulance got there, and he started walking outside with assistance from paramedics and collapsed. In front of my parents. He was rushed to the hospital. I had not seen my brother for the last 9 years of his life. He disowned me. Because he felt he had to. He killed my dog when he got drunk 9 years before he died. No one knows if he meant to or not, he was so wasted. He couldn't face me after that. So he disowned me. And a piece of my heart died the day he did it. I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would *never* do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.

Nicole Minét

408,300 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

Before the bell rings, have to share my weekend - everyone who has been part of Traders4ACause knows how special Honor Flight New England is. One of the MOST incredible Honor Flight NE's I have EVER been on yesterday. Pulled off something really INCREDIBLE and everyone kept their mouth shut, and all surprises unfolded flawlessly. My Dad has been a guardian TEN times, taking/supporting veterans to DC to help give them the thank you and honor they never received when they came home. Sadly, the cutoff is 70 years old so he was pretty bummed he wasn't able to do it anymore. But, once again Delta and Wyndham Hotels & Resorts came together for a third time and put a flight in the air. Given my involvement in making this happen I told him Joe (the one who runs HFNE) had to make a few exceptions for Delta and Wyndham employees and I told my Dad I was able to get approval for him to be a guardian again one more time. He was so pumped. Veterans get a grey shirt, guardians get a blue shirt. Upon check in, everyone was in the know, they checked him in as normal until he got around the corner for his t-shirt for the day. Joe was standing there with a grey shirt, and told him he was coming on the flight as a veteran today, and that I'd be wearing the blue shirt. On top of that, had my Uncle on the flight. He knew he was coming as a veteran. Once again, had Joe ready "Hey, have you met your guardian for the day yet? We picked someone extremely special who we think will be a perfect fit, are you ready to meet him?" His son then comes walking around the corner who we flew in from Texas, put him up at a different hotel so there was no chance of finding out until 6:15AM the morning of the flight. It didn't stop there though, once we arrived at the airport we all came around the last corner before and my whole family was there, and every one of my Dad's sisters made it. Absolutely unforgettable and special. Big thanks to Myra who we met through The Breast Cancer Research Foundation and taught me a lot of what I know on making things like this happen, Susan, Tracy from Delta, Geoff, CEO of Wyndham Hotels (who by the way had to be in London last night and STILL made the flight out of Boston only to bolt late day to make his next flight). Just the whole day, incredible. We need more of it. Favorite part = mail call. On the way to dinner veterans get mail call like when they were in the service. After they open they have a chance to speak/share their favorite part of the day, etc. Most of these veterans came home, were told not to wear uniform again, move on and back to day to day life. They never spoke about it, never honored etc. "I felt like I got the thank you we all deserved and never got" Another guy after mail call "I got a note form some of my family who I have been disconnected from and realize it's been me, I misread the situation and the note they wrote brought clarity and a new beginning" Joe always said during mail call, it's a chance for family and friends to write things they'd never actually say in person and tell them how they really feel - things they never really have a floor to talk about. Lastly, one guy received all the letters his wife saved that he wrote her from war. She saved EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. Can't wait to share the story/video and day at Traders4ACause in Miami late February. Have a good day 🙏
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Before the bell rings, have to share my weekend - everyone who has been part of Traders4ACause knows how special Honor Flight New England is. One of the MOST incredible Honor Flight NE's I have EVER been on yesterday. Pulled off something really INCREDIBLE and everyone kept their mouth shut, and all surprises unfolded flawlessly. My Dad has been a guardian TEN times, taking/supporting veterans to DC to help give them the thank you and honor they never received when they came home. Sadly, the cutoff is 70 years old so he was pretty bummed he wasn't able to do it anymore. But, once again Delta and Wyndham Hotels & Resorts came together for a third time and put a flight in the air. Given my involvement in making this happen I told him Joe (the one who runs HFNE) had to make a few exceptions for Delta and Wyndham employees and I told my Dad I was able to get approval for him to be a guardian again one more time. He was so pumped. Veterans get a grey shirt, guardians get a blue shirt. Upon check in, everyone was in the know, they checked him in as normal until he got around the corner for his t-shirt for the day. Joe was standing there with a grey shirt, and told him he was coming on the flight as a veteran today, and that I'd be wearing the blue shirt. On top of that, had my Uncle on the flight. He knew he was coming as a veteran. Once again, had Joe ready "Hey, have you met your guardian for the day yet? We picked someone extremely special who we think will be a perfect fit, are you ready to meet him?" His son then comes walking around the corner who we flew in from Texas, put him up at a different hotel so there was no chance of finding out until 6:15AM the morning of the flight. It didn't stop there though, once we arrived at the airport we all came around the last corner before and my whole family was there, and every one of my Dad's sisters made it. Absolutely unforgettable and special. Big thanks to Myra who we met through The Breast Cancer Research Foundation and taught me a lot of what I know on making things like this happen, Susan, Tracy from Delta, Geoff, CEO of Wyndham Hotels (who by the way had to be in London last night and STILL made the flight out of Boston only to bolt late day to make his next flight). Just the whole day, incredible. We need more of it. Favorite part = mail call. On the way to dinner veterans get mail call like when they were in the service. After they open they have a chance to speak/share their favorite part of the day, etc. Most of these veterans came home, were told not to wear uniform again, move on and back to day to day life. They never spoke about it, never honored etc. "I felt like I got the thank you we all deserved and never got" Another guy after mail call "I got a note form some of my family who I have been disconnected from and realize it's been me, I misread the situation and the note they wrote brought clarity and a new beginning" Joe always said during mail call, it's a chance for family and friends to write things they'd never actually say in person and tell them how they really feel - things they never really have a floor to talk about. Lastly, one guy received all the letters his wife saved that he wrote her from war. She saved EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. Can't wait to share the story/video and day at Traders4ACause in Miami late February. Have a good day 🙏

Nathan Michaud

20,765 görüntüleme • 11 ay önce

Blaqbonez finally opens up on his issue with Odumodu Blvck. A Summary of the 1hr18mins interview with Rufai Oseni. How OD tried blacklisting him from int’l gigs. How OD simped, demanded nudes from Blaq. - In 2023, both rappers met and liked a girl at an event. Eventually, she & Blaq had a FWB relationship for a year, almost throughout 2024. - Mid 2024 she asked for a break up, as their relationship had no direction. Blaq initially reluctant, but agreed. Yet she kept coming back, until she moved to UK. - Then she broke up again with Blaq, saying she is now seeing someone else. But this time her text seemed like a PR Press Release. Blaq suspected, asked to know the person, she refused to spill. He never thought it would be OD, cos she always said weird stuffs about him and how he always simped, took flowers to her work place. Blaq asked her friends too, they didn’t know whom, but confirmed it wasn’t OD. In August 2024, they finally ended the cycle of their FWB. Blaq blocked her as she won’t pick his calls or answer his questions. She hit him on iMessage, he blocked her again. Coincidentally they met 2 days later at a bar. Then was calm, and finally revealed she was with OD. There and then, Blaq again finally ended their relationship cordially. Both parties were good. 3 days later, Blaq’s Videographer tells him OD booked him to shoot his Diss to Blaq. Blaq was confused. After a while, Blaq texts OD to check up on him. OD blasts him, tells him to never call him again. Then the first wave of call harrasment started. First call OD asked if Blaq had anything he wanted to say. Blaq again confused. Asked what’s exactly our issue? “I heard you are disturbing my babe.” OD said, leaving Blaq more puzzled. Then he explained that he left the girl the moment he found out they were involved, out of respect. So Blaq thought they were cool. - Call ends. OD calls back, “when last una fvck”. Blaq refused to answer, cos it was a ridiculous question and he really wanted the matter to die. OD insisted, Blaq refused. Then OD said “Since you won’t tell me, from today we are enemies.” This was around August 2024. [A whileeee later - November, 2024] “So what were you guys doing” OD said in another call. Blaq finally picks, says, FWB. Then asks, when they started dating. OD refused to talk. OD asked “how many times una fvck” is it 10-15x, 15-30x or 40 upwards. A frustrated Blaq answered with “yh 40 upwards.” Blaq explained that, their relationship ended long ago, so if they started dating anytime around then and when she finally told him about OD, then there is really no reason for the drama. 5-mins after this call, the white elephant walked into the frey. — The girl kept spamming Blaq with short 3 seconds calls, in all, she’d yell “Liarrrrrrrrr” and drop. Blaq ignored cos, he really didn’t want to get involved in their drama. November 25-26, 2024. Now OD and the girl, start spamming Blaq calls. He ignored. Then the girls friend nudged him to get on the 3-way call and settle things once. On the call, “First what is the lie I lied?” Blaq threw to the girl. She said, they were never intimate, just friends. Blaq confused had to open a dictionary to double check the term “FWB” and “Intimacy”. Well, since she really insists they were never intimate. Blaq agreed. Just to let the matter end and regain his control of his phone. Then OD asked for proof of intimacy. End of PART1. PT 2 In Thread. Follow Trending Explained
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Blaqbonez finally opens up on his issue with Odumodu Blvck. A Summary of the 1hr18mins interview with Rufai Oseni. How OD tried blacklisting him from int’l gigs. How OD simped, demanded nudes from Blaq. - In 2023, both rappers met and liked a girl at an event. Eventually, she & Blaq had a FWB relationship for a year, almost throughout 2024. - Mid 2024 she asked for a break up, as their relationship had no direction. Blaq initially reluctant, but agreed. Yet she kept coming back, until she moved to UK. - Then she broke up again with Blaq, saying she is now seeing someone else. But this time her text seemed like a PR Press Release. Blaq suspected, asked to know the person, she refused to spill. He never thought it would be OD, cos she always said weird stuffs about him and how he always simped, took flowers to her work place. Blaq asked her friends too, they didn’t know whom, but confirmed it wasn’t OD. In August 2024, they finally ended the cycle of their FWB. Blaq blocked her as she won’t pick his calls or answer his questions. She hit him on iMessage, he blocked her again. Coincidentally they met 2 days later at a bar. Then was calm, and finally revealed she was with OD. There and then, Blaq again finally ended their relationship cordially. Both parties were good. 3 days later, Blaq’s Videographer tells him OD booked him to shoot his Diss to Blaq. Blaq was confused. After a while, Blaq texts OD to check up on him. OD blasts him, tells him to never call him again. Then the first wave of call harrasment started. First call OD asked if Blaq had anything he wanted to say. Blaq again confused. Asked what’s exactly our issue? “I heard you are disturbing my babe.” OD said, leaving Blaq more puzzled. Then he explained that he left the girl the moment he found out they were involved, out of respect. So Blaq thought they were cool. - Call ends. OD calls back, “when last una fvck”. Blaq refused to answer, cos it was a ridiculous question and he really wanted the matter to die. OD insisted, Blaq refused. Then OD said “Since you won’t tell me, from today we are enemies.” This was around August 2024. [A whileeee later - November, 2024] “So what were you guys doing” OD said in another call. Blaq finally picks, says, FWB. Then asks, when they started dating. OD refused to talk. OD asked “how many times una fvck” is it 10-15x, 15-30x or 40 upwards. A frustrated Blaq answered with “yh 40 upwards.” Blaq explained that, their relationship ended long ago, so if they started dating anytime around then and when she finally told him about OD, then there is really no reason for the drama. 5-mins after this call, the white elephant walked into the frey. — The girl kept spamming Blaq with short 3 seconds calls, in all, she’d yell “Liarrrrrrrrr” and drop. Blaq ignored cos, he really didn’t want to get involved in their drama. November 25-26, 2024. Now OD and the girl, start spamming Blaq calls. He ignored. Then the girls friend nudged him to get on the 3-way call and settle things once. On the call, “First what is the lie I lied?” Blaq threw to the girl. She said, they were never intimate, just friends. Blaq confused had to open a dictionary to double check the term “FWB” and “Intimacy”. Well, since she really insists they were never intimate. Blaq agreed. Just to let the matter end and regain his control of his phone. Then OD asked for proof of intimacy. End of PART1. PT 2 In Thread. Follow Trending Explained

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Bitch, I do not play about eighth grade star aka opinions based girl….. yeah everybody’s laughing now, but it literally does not take away the fact that you are so fucking ugly like I had his ass blocked on my old account before I even saw this because every time he pops up on my for you page I just have to scroll because he’s so fucking ugly that it pisses me off he looks like he could be casted on Netflix and not in a good way. He seriously needs to find a new haircut because what the fuck is that middle part? and of course he’s a Nepo baby, and the best part is I just found out that he used to be fat, I bet he’s an anorexic asf lowkey all shade and that’s the only way his pathetic ass could lose weight and I know he didn’t use laxatives cause he’s definitely a bottom, the type that one bitch from White Lotus would say as a fem and NOT a butch. You can tell he wants to be Matthew from big mouth but he’s more of a Charlie from heartstopper, you can also tell that he’s never got his ass beat, well maybe once in middle school and then his white ass republican parents freaked the fuck out and got the kid suspended or some shit. Of course he’s obsessed with Diet Coke, he’s so obviously wants to be a white woman that it is embarrassing. Middle schoolers definitely go up to him and be like “oh my God you’re famous on TikTok” and he thinks he’s the shit but the rest of the population don’t give a fuck and the way his mom is a teacher…… I know that she probably yells at the fucking class for everything but really she’s just taking it out on these kids because she knows deep down that she wishes her son was like them instead of a fucking loser who makes strawberry bagels on TikTok not to mention everybody praised him for doing angel tree, bitch that’s nothing he probably just used some of his allowance money to look like a good person so y’all bitches would suck his dick. Omg in all of his fucking videos he tries to sound cute with that feminine ass voice and it gives me a secondhand embarrassment down. he thinks he’s Troye Sivan, but he will never admit that he probably listens to fucking country music and Taylor Swift so he can fit in with all of his Christian girl friends and that’s it. You can tell he peaked in high school. He was definitely the “token gay” and the homophobic straight boys loved him because he was “funny“ but it was all surface level, TikTok humor that seems funny to them. of course he reposted something about drinking on antidepressants. Just because you had a white claw and some lexapro(which explains why he used to be fat as fuck) doesn’t make you whatever a fucking vibe you’re trying to go for. He looks like he jerks off to the Lululemon maternity catalog while pretending he’s Harry Styles. I saw on TikTok that he has a girlfriend and I can’t tell if it’s just for attention or if he’s actually still dl so that his parents don’t freak the fuck out on him and he has to get a real job. This one girl posted him on TikTok, shaking his hips and drinking wine…… like who do you think you fucking are bro? like genuinely who the fuck do you think you are?🔑 he also reposted a TikTok about Lorde “looking a mess” I really don’t give a fuck if it was a joke. You have no place to be talking about somebody’s looks when he looks like that……. and y’all know what I mean, the type of guy who fucks all the dl in the room because he has zero confidence. The type of guy who has all the latest Apple products for no reason. I mean seriously he looks like he eats fucking rocks. Apparently he caused a lot of drama on TikTok (of course) and blamed his OCD like what kind of dumb ass excuse is that but then again he probably asked his mom what to say and then she sent him a script and he went with it. Somebody keeps on copying his videos and it’s pissing him off. I think it’s so hilarious…… you realize you’re just another copy and paste of every other wanna be “ influencer”. Don’t ever try coming for eighth grade start again.🔑🔑
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Bitch, I do not play about eighth grade star aka opinions based girl….. yeah everybody’s laughing now, but it literally does not take away the fact that you are so fucking ugly like I had his ass blocked on my old account before I even saw this because every time he pops up on my for you page I just have to scroll because he’s so fucking ugly that it pisses me off he looks like he could be casted on Netflix and not in a good way. He seriously needs to find a new haircut because what the fuck is that middle part? and of course he’s a Nepo baby, and the best part is I just found out that he used to be fat, I bet he’s an anorexic asf lowkey all shade and that’s the only way his pathetic ass could lose weight and I know he didn’t use laxatives cause he’s definitely a bottom, the type that one bitch from White Lotus would say as a fem and NOT a butch. You can tell he wants to be Matthew from big mouth but he’s more of a Charlie from heartstopper, you can also tell that he’s never got his ass beat, well maybe once in middle school and then his white ass republican parents freaked the fuck out and got the kid suspended or some shit. Of course he’s obsessed with Diet Coke, he’s so obviously wants to be a white woman that it is embarrassing. Middle schoolers definitely go up to him and be like “oh my God you’re famous on TikTok” and he thinks he’s the shit but the rest of the population don’t give a fuck and the way his mom is a teacher…… I know that she probably yells at the fucking class for everything but really she’s just taking it out on these kids because she knows deep down that she wishes her son was like them instead of a fucking loser who makes strawberry bagels on TikTok not to mention everybody praised him for doing angel tree, bitch that’s nothing he probably just used some of his allowance money to look like a good person so y’all bitches would suck his dick. Omg in all of his fucking videos he tries to sound cute with that feminine ass voice and it gives me a secondhand embarrassment down. he thinks he’s Troye Sivan, but he will never admit that he probably listens to fucking country music and Taylor Swift so he can fit in with all of his Christian girl friends and that’s it. You can tell he peaked in high school. He was definitely the “token gay” and the homophobic straight boys loved him because he was “funny“ but it was all surface level, TikTok humor that seems funny to them. of course he reposted something about drinking on antidepressants. Just because you had a white claw and some lexapro(which explains why he used to be fat as fuck) doesn’t make you whatever a fucking vibe you’re trying to go for. He looks like he jerks off to the Lululemon maternity catalog while pretending he’s Harry Styles. I saw on TikTok that he has a girlfriend and I can’t tell if it’s just for attention or if he’s actually still dl so that his parents don’t freak the fuck out on him and he has to get a real job. This one girl posted him on TikTok, shaking his hips and drinking wine…… like who do you think you fucking are bro? like genuinely who the fuck do you think you are?🔑 he also reposted a TikTok about Lorde “looking a mess” I really don’t give a fuck if it was a joke. You have no place to be talking about somebody’s looks when he looks like that……. and y’all know what I mean, the type of guy who fucks all the dl in the room because he has zero confidence. The type of guy who has all the latest Apple products for no reason. I mean seriously he looks like he eats fucking rocks. Apparently he caused a lot of drama on TikTok (of course) and blamed his OCD like what kind of dumb ass excuse is that but then again he probably asked his mom what to say and then she sent him a script and he went with it. Somebody keeps on copying his videos and it’s pissing him off. I think it’s so hilarious…… you realize you’re just another copy and paste of every other wanna be “ influencer”. Don’t ever try coming for eighth grade start again.🔑🔑

Travis🦋

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It surprises me that BAP takes such a categorical position here, one based on the fallacy that a WOMAN could somehow also not be a CALCULATING WHORE. I thought he was Nietzschean. To me this looks like a Schopenhauerian error, the same one Michel Houellebecq often makes in his novels. It is the mistake of many incels and trads as well. It underlies the repulsive Christian TRAD discourse that BAP himself so often attacks. A WOMAN IS AT ALL TIMES A WHORE and at all times playing a role. She does not do this out of free will, but from archetypes that culture teaches her. It is the learned cultural role she performs that enables her to spread her legs, that makes her WANT and NEED to do so. And attached to those roles are different types of men, each neatly performing his own role as well. The Friends With Benefits man, or the man you marry and have children with. Some men are capable of playing several roles, either simultaneously or over time. This is the man's problem, not the woman's. The man in Jini's example feels insulted and castrated because he would rather be the conqueror than the man you marry, yet he never took responsibility for playing the male role that women want for a one night stand. He has it in his head that one role is more honorable than the other. The woman believed she was confiding something BEAUTIFUL to him. After all, it is her ACHIEVEMENT that she plays the role of married woman so well with her husband, fucking him, sucking him off, while occasionally still thinking back to experiences from earlier roles. Out of nostalgia, she shares those memories with her hubbie, her husband, her best friend, for whom she also spreads her legs. Does a man have any idea what psycho-biological-cultural gymnastics a libtard female brain has to perform to make that work in the free West, where rape is taboo and consent and desire occupy the highest place of honor? Jini-Jeanne Hamwi is right here. This woman does not know what she is talking about, and neither does the man. They should therefore not take each other too seriously. They are speaking to each other as symptoms. My own wife and whore explains all of this better than I do in this clip, in which she compares the Liberal Woman to the Victorian Woman and explains how we should TRAIN OUR WOMEN through Nietzschean Artist Metaphysics. I'm urging anyone who takes this fertility cult discourse seriously to study this clip, because it contains important clues about how such a fertility cult would actually have to be built. In the end, it has to be designed with the female mind in mind as well.
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It surprises me that BAP takes such a categorical position here, one based on the fallacy that a WOMAN could somehow also not be a CALCULATING WHORE. I thought he was Nietzschean. To me this looks like a Schopenhauerian error, the same one Michel Houellebecq often makes in his novels. It is the mistake of many incels and trads as well. It underlies the repulsive Christian TRAD discourse that BAP himself so often attacks. A WOMAN IS AT ALL TIMES A WHORE and at all times playing a role. She does not do this out of free will, but from archetypes that culture teaches her. It is the learned cultural role she performs that enables her to spread her legs, that makes her WANT and NEED to do so. And attached to those roles are different types of men, each neatly performing his own role as well. The Friends With Benefits man, or the man you marry and have children with. Some men are capable of playing several roles, either simultaneously or over time. This is the man's problem, not the woman's. The man in Jini's example feels insulted and castrated because he would rather be the conqueror than the man you marry, yet he never took responsibility for playing the male role that women want for a one night stand. He has it in his head that one role is more honorable than the other. The woman believed she was confiding something BEAUTIFUL to him. After all, it is her ACHIEVEMENT that she plays the role of married woman so well with her husband, fucking him, sucking him off, while occasionally still thinking back to experiences from earlier roles. Out of nostalgia, she shares those memories with her hubbie, her husband, her best friend, for whom she also spreads her legs. Does a man have any idea what psycho-biological-cultural gymnastics a libtard female brain has to perform to make that work in the free West, where rape is taboo and consent and desire occupy the highest place of honor? Jini-Jeanne Hamwi is right here. This woman does not know what she is talking about, and neither does the man. They should therefore not take each other too seriously. They are speaking to each other as symptoms. My own wife and whore explains all of this better than I do in this clip, in which she compares the Liberal Woman to the Victorian Woman and explains how we should TRAIN OUR WOMEN through Nietzschean Artist Metaphysics. I'm urging anyone who takes this fertility cult discourse seriously to study this clip, because it contains important clues about how such a fertility cult would actually have to be built. In the end, it has to be designed with the female mind in mind as well.

KIRAC

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