I can’t picture myself having a child because I don’t think I can afford them, or provide a viable future for them. How can I, when I can barely help myself?
Naturally, I have a few friends who are feminists as well. But just like some vegans, they take feminism to the extreme. Everything that goes wrong in their life is because of sexism and gender inequality. It’s never their own fault.
I was informed that my client was flagged as a scammer, and thus his credit card verifications, supposedly unremovable, were removed.
Instead of helping me get my payment, the customer service closed down my client’s account. It was immediate. I had no time to even contact them myself to ask for my pay.
If the lecturer tells you, “I’ll see you in the next semester”, then you won’t need to waste your time with classes anymore. Score 100% for your assignments and revise all you want – your finals are going to be graded as a big, fat ‘F’.
There’s going to be the honeymoon phase where it’s all like, “Oh my gosh, it’s so true that opposites attract!” and then, right afterwards, you’re going to find so many behaviours and trains of thought that you disagree with and simply don’t understand. But if nothing is toxic, you can create a stronger bond together through other means.
Friendship with girls may have been fun. However, being among girls for most of my studies made me realise that friendships with girls is about as fragile as a wet piece of single-ply toilet paper.
Initially, I worked low-rate jobs, desperate to get clients who would pay the bare minimum. I faced my share of scammers and was scammed several times too. Now, whenever I see these four signs, I tell them I’m not interested in their offer.
I checked up on his past partners and almost-relationships wherever I can find them – Facebook, Instagram, Carousell, blogs from years ago.
I didn’t even know why I was searching up his exes or looking at their profiles, yet I couldn’t stop doing it. I was like a stalker.
When a contract is signed, it’s black and white. It’s official. It’s not a date, not a fling, not a let’s-just-try-and-see-where-this-goes. So, I suggested for us to write our own relationship contract, and he agreed.