Pineapples and anchovies.
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Even programming jobs are like excel sheets with extra steps.
KeepassXC, Syncthing, Orgmode ecosystem.
My first smartphone is HTC and it looked like yours, but with android.
This guy is the greatest hater baiter on youtube.
May be not the worst, but as I grew up I start to see my mother as a prima donna with anger issues. Though we have a good relationship now, my childhood had always been at the mercy of her anger and ego. All my failings were about humiliation for her as a mother and all my success (what little there was), was her doing. She showed very little affection. I remember one time being sick as a kid and hyperventilating on our way to a clinic. I was scared and try to cling to her as we wait for the doctor. She seemed more annoyed than worried at the time.
She's also a typical asian parent, driving academic success at all cost. I think her being a somewhat busy single mother is what kept me kind of sane throughout my life. If she's a typical middle-class asian housewife with all her time being dedicated to me, I think I'd be a lot more messed up. I know that single mothers tend to have to struggle a lot, we do have a lot of support from my aunt and we didn't have to worry about food and a place to stay. We lived comfortably.
Some of her physical disciplinimg includes typical cane lashes, face slaps, hair pulls, making me kneel on prune seeds, twist pulling my skin and ear, etc. But I think it's her verbal abuse that really gets to me to this day. It was always about how other mothers with high achieving kids have good karma (lucky) and she doesn't because of my mediocrity. I get compared to other kids a lot and sometimes she said I only deserve to eat other successful kids' shit so that their success might somewhat rub off on me.
As I grew older and became, well.. not rebellious, but indifferent to her outbursts, she started to play the victim. A mother at the mercy of her kids' "deliquency". The last time we fought was while naming my new-born son. In my country, it is somewhat of a tradition to approach fortune tellers to give names according to the weekday the child was born on. I didn't care for that and gave him the name my wife and I agreed upon before he was born. Us having a child, a wonderous occasion, became about her and she started playing the victim with all our relatives.
Well, she had mellowed out a lot since then. I think it's because she started reading a lot of educational posts from facebook and the country's general shift toward more progressive child nurturing attitudes. I had gotten over a lot of what happened, but sometimes I still struggle with showing affection towards her.
May be Apostle? It's one of the memorable ones among recent horror.
Hyperion series. That thing's gonna be hard to adapt though.
For me, inkscape is the easier PDF editor.
And silicons' nowhere near as energy efficient as biological neurons. There needs to be a massive energy breakthrough like fusion or actual biological processors becoming a thing to see any significant improvements.
You had me at typescript.
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Butterfly stroke. Technique's still terrible but I cam clear, may be, 30 meters in one go. Because if the nerve problems in my leg, I decided to drop jogging and start swimming again.