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2008.07.19 20:02 Tijuana

Welcome to Tijuana! Sister city to San Diego and over all borderland. This city is not as scary as the media might have you believe. Our community is small but the city is gigantic. There is much more to Tijuana than you can imagine.

2009.07.15 22:42 tanglisha Restaurant

A subreddit to discuss restaurants, the restaurant business, and your favorite places to eat.

2008.12.23 08:18 Viva San Antonio!

For everything you want to see, do, eat, and buy in the Alamo City, and places you can drive to within an hour of SA! Visit us for The Alamo, The Missions world heritage site, Six Flags and Sea World. Interesting posts about nearby places like Boerne, Poteet and New Braunfels are welcome, too. Stay for the tacos, the friendly locals, and Fiesta!

2023.06.08 10:21 quentheo Iskurs guide to electronic music

This guide is a piece of art and makes the internet a better place to be. Therefore it deserves its yearly repost in this sub. It is so entertaining to read, and I didn’t even like electronic music before.
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2023.06.08 10:21 Suspicious-Fuel-4307 Has anyone experienced gastritis/ulcers from a certain type of tap water?

I moved from Belgium to the Netherlands (Rotterdam area) about a month ago. About 1-2 weeks after the move, I developed symptoms of gastritis and maybe a gastric ulcer: nausea and pain in the center of my abdomen that's worst about an hour after eating/drinking. I'll be completely fine in the morning before I eat or drink anything, but then an hour or so after breakfast, the nausea and stomach pain kick in, and I feel pretty awful. I went to the doctor and got tested for H. pylori, but the test was negative. He also gave me a prescription for omeprazole, and that helps a lot, as does esomeprazole (Nexium). Over-the-counter antacid tablets also help a lot, which also leads me to think it might be an ulcer.
Then I started thinking that the problem might have something to do with the tap water in our new apartment, since it seems too coincidental for the problem to have started so soon after moving here. I'm trying an experiment where I only drink bottled water for a couple of days, and that seems to improve the symptoms. I have much less nausea or pain, even after not taking the omeprazole.
Has anyone else experienced something like this? The tap water here in the Netherlands is supposed to be among the best in Europe, so this doesn't make much sense to me. Any idea how the problem can be fixed? Would a standard Brita filter on the tap do the job?
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2023.06.08 10:21 Unbounded-Albus Finding It Really Hard To Fit In With My Local Community.

I figured this would be the one place to understand it.
I keep going to local activist events and I just feel wrong among them. Outcast of the Outcasts. I don't like partying, I refuse to drink for... reasons, I hate Tickgram or whatever it's called, I think vaping in public is a selfish thing to do and there's always a sense of immaturity I guess. It also feels like I keep getting indirectly insulted especially about being AroAce with the way they talk about virgins and loneliness ("Just use Grinedr LOL", "If you didn't have a boy/girlfriend in highschool it's obviously because you deserved it", "Love is the best thing ever, Everyone should do it", "S3xual repulsion is homophobic"). I remember being called "Incel Adjacent" because I find romance confusing. A lot of them dismiss me and my friends gender identity, I'm not a "real" nb because I'm not feminine, They're not really trans because their personality is "wrong".
The worst thing is this handful of really toxic yet respected figures. One keeps accusing people they don't like of being TERFs and SWERFs including multiple Trans SWs. Said person has some credible rumors about... stuff. Another is a massive misandrist who keeps publicly abusing cis men for not being "really queer" and being bigoted towards various religions. There's a bunch of other nasty people but they're all popular and keep ending up as speakers and figure heads for events. It hurts knowing they'll accept a *##### but not anyone who isn't stereotypically queer.
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2023.06.08 10:21 HEAT91 [FOR TRADE] billy woods / Armand Hammer vinyl for sale or trade for CDs

I've got the following albums on vinyl for sale. Everything is open but still in the shrink-wrap and in NM condition.
Prices include tracked UK postage.
Tracked EU shipping is an extra £14. Tracked USA shipping is an extra £19.
I'm looking for the following CDs that I'd accept as part-payment/trade:
billy woods:
Armand Hammer:
I'm also happy to consider offers to buy any of the above outright.
Send me a PM and let's work something out!
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2023.06.08 10:20 SaviorX Seeking previous post: Case build, small tall portrait screen on angled edge of case (displaying real-time weather), white & glass enclosure (I think)

Hi, nerds. I am seeking a case build that truly inspired me. One of you posted it 6 months to a year ago. I've been fantasizing ever since.
Unimportant context: I am a professional and enthusiast since the 386 days. I build a new PC every 6 to (in this case) 11 years. I tend to go all out because "I need it for gaming work". I sink a dime, but I get many (MaNyyY!!!) hours of entertainment and productivity out of it. I last built in 2012 or so, my longest-lived build yet! I have been trying to rebuild for a couple of years now, but... GPU shortage, innit? That seems to be over, and I find that I have relocated to a new coast and new apartment with some amazing light. I am trying to keep the space bright and airy, and since I work from home in a prominent place in the apartment, I want to have a setup worthy of display. Your case build was exactly what the space calls for.
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2023.06.08 10:20 Great_human Another case of live-in murder?? Wtf is happening?

Another case of live-in murder?? Wtf is happening?
Hey fellow liberndus, my genuine question is: will the victims get justice without making these case communal? It is clear that there will be little or no mainstream media coverage, as the perpetrator is of the majority community. When the perpetrator was Muslim, such as in the Sharaddha Aftab case, there was a lot of attention and outrage. But the main focus was on the conspiracy of “love jihad” and not on bringing justice to the victim. There was also a lot of victim blaming too from right wing handles on why she had a relationship with the Muslim guy in the first place. I mean, seriously, can’t you put your ideology aside to bring justice to the victim?
The same in case of the "Bilkis Bano case", where right wing handles were silent. Some of them even celebrated these atrocities against Bilkis Bano.
I refuse to believe that "chaddis" are even human. They are modern age asur or devils.
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2023.06.08 10:20 miles2go50 Is it detrimental to take Zofran if you’re actually s*

Hi all! Sorry for posing a question here as I haven’t been active on this sub for months - it’s triggering for me so I’ve been avoiding lol!
Began to feel s* this afternoon: bloated, no appetite, then sudden n. I should add, I’ve got two toddlers and one of them had bad d earlier this morning, the other has been battling some mean GI demons (belly aches and d*) for a few weeks.
Anyway, took a zofran at 6 pm. I just woke up at 1 am to help my son get back to sleep. My stomach feels a bit sore, and some of that n* is creeping back. If I didn’t have zofran earlier, I’d probably have d* for sure and my n* probably wouldn’t be creeping in as slowly as it is.
Was considering taking another zofran but paused bc I’m like - ok what if it is a bug from the kids - is it ok that I’m forcing it to stay in my body? (Zofran makes me constipated so I really try to use it only if I think it’s truly going to happen, not from anxiety)
Is it bad if I’m not letting my body do what it needs to do? Any insight is appreciated. I can Google this too, but I just am not in a place to see search results for sb* right now!
Thanks all
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2023.06.08 10:20 RTV_SLO Največja stranka v Evropskem parlamentu obsoja rehabilitacijo prejšnjega režima v Sloveniji

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2023.06.08 10:20 Ok-Crab-4932 Ideas to survive since i am running out of food this month

Hello everybody. Life can come to you hard sometimes when you dont know it. I have a job but in a low salary. long story short. i am struggling to meet my needs of getting food until the end of month. any ideas, suggestions on how to get cheap food, or some churches or places to get free food? this is a lesson for me to get a second job. thanks.
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2023.06.08 10:19 youarethejourney Is there a non-gruesome, non-agonizing way to do this? / Can assisted death be accessed if you are chronically depressed?

I'm going through a difficult breakup.
But not just a difficult breakup, I am going through a difficult life. Even my birth was wrong. My family dynamic was completely dysfunctional, and to this day, it still is. I couldn't connect well with anyone in my community growing up. I moved countries and have spent a lot of my time in this relationship, which has now sadly come to an end. It was the first time I was truly able to appreciate myself and have a vision for my life. He supported me and stood by it. But then everything started to fall apart again. He has an avoidant attachment style and I have an anxious attachment style. At one point, the relationship was very secure for both of us.
I thought I had cured my depression through healthy lifestyle choices, yoga, and spirituality, but I was wrong. He's leaving me and I have no one in my life I can share these thoughts with. Not a single person other than him. In 2 weeks, I'll be homeless. I have no money. I have no purpose. I can't see the future. I am fucked. He is going far away for an undetermined amount of time, yet wants to keep "in touch" with me periodically. The whole thing is gut-wrenching, and I'm becoming more bold with my actions.
Part of me never wants to be un-fucked. I think I'm really tired. Last night, I drove around in my car and contemplated driving off a cliff. I drove erratically and lost control of my vehicle once. It made me realize that I'm actually afraid of a painful death. So, in the end I resorted to screaming at my ex over the phone, blaming him for my lack of faith in people, and threatening to do it. Then later, I spent a lot of time screaming at the moon, asking the universe to show me a fucking sign. Just one fucking, clear-as-day sign for why I am here, would suffice to end my pain and confusion. But the moon is a coward. And the universe, no matter how magical it is, is also a fucking coward. If god exists, he too is a coward for creating this experiment and leaving us here without any real answers as to what our purpose is, where we came from, or why we should live.
After I screamed at the moon, I came home and my ex-partner spooned me, which made life feel okay for a minute. But then today, I told him crazily, that I'm going to kill myself as soon as the lease ends 2 weeks from now. I did this while screaming like a terrible person. It seems that there's a lot of hurt and anger built up inside of me, and I'm angry at him for giving up on me and leaving me to die.
I don't know how to describe how I feel, other than, I am sad that I didn't do more while I was here on Earth. But at the same time, I'm content with the experiences that I did have. I experienced a great love. I experienced the thrill of new places.
So please tell me, what are the most painless ways to die? Dehydration has been suggested a few times online as being relatively painless for hospice patients due to going unconscious and having pain meds on hand, but I am not a hospice patient. So far, dehydration seems like the least gruesome option and one that I would have the most control over.
Firearms are the most fatal option, but I find it to be extremely gruesome and disturbing. Drowning is disturbing because you are aware that it's happening and will struggle and fight it. Hanging usually doesn't break the neck, therefore you could suffocate for minutes or hours in a gruesome struggle to breath. Helium and plastic bag seem to be painless, but the health consequences of inhaling noxious gas, should it be unsuccessful, freaks me out. Jumping off a cliff would be excruciating as all my bones break, and I may be alive at the very bottom of the fall... Driving my car off the side of the rail also freaks me out, because of the chance that I would survive.
In countries where euthanasia is permitted, can the euthanasia be granted cases of chronic depression or chronic suicidal thought? In my case, I've struggled with feeling this way since I was 6, and it has done nothing but cause my social relationships and self to suffer. If euthanasia can be granted for this reason, then do I have to be a permanent resident or citizen of that country to receive it, or can I pay for the procedure as a traveler? Are there any countries where I can do this? Any information appreciated.
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2023.06.08 10:19 Alaskapapertown Needing help for my mother birthday present

Hi everyone ! For my mother birthday i wanted to make her a spécial gift and i need your help !❤️
I need you to take a picture of a paper with this text on : "Happy Birthday Alexandra from [your country ]". The picture has to be Taken in a beautiful background or in a spécial place in your city !❤️
This way my mom Can travel far away because she IS scared of long plane Travel.
Thank you all for your help❤️🙏
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2023.06.08 10:19 radio_allah What are we doing when we datamine?

So datamining is something that we all do in Cyberpunk, but sometimes when I get the option to datamine a friendly area, I'm a bit confused if I should really do it RP-wise. So it brings the question: What exactly are we doing when we mine data?
I get that it gives you resources and quickhack components, but why? I have a few questions:
(1) How it earns money: Are we intercepting packets of electronic money transfers? Are we selling sensitive info? Are we actually datamining in the 21st century sense of the word - analysing patterns and data to find out useful information, which we then sell?
(2) What are access points: Access points come in several major categories, but why those places?
(a) Wall panels - seems like control consoles for building maintenance. Looks the most legit. But what are we pulling from it?
(b) Computers - Holds info. Makes sense. Might mean we're selling info?
(c) Antennae - The rooftop ones. Are we intercepting wireless transfers and packets of data?
(d) Vending machines - Why? Are we pulling revenue from the vending machines? Do we just use it as a port to access the building's network? Why only certain vending machines are hackable?
(e) Random blocks in warehouses or docks - Maybe shipping manifests? Info on cargo?
(3) How does it grant components? Ok this might be more nitpicky than the rest, but just wondering how it grants physical components out of thin air. Probably just a game thing.
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2023.06.08 10:19 Vexxed_Scholar Signing players from lower division

We all love the board, right? Anyway, club culture. I've noticed that some lower league clubs have a culture of signing domestic rivals and/or players from lower divisions. This isn't such a problem in the English tier.
However, after looking for a new save, I've seen this in the 2nd Division of Austria among other places. There's no financial muscle to sign domestic rivals. This is likely remedied by EoC signings while they are still at their club. But what about lower divisions? Is it a case of making sure all players based in the country are loaded or is their something else I'm missing? There simply doesn't seem to be any such players available so I thought I'd ask before embarking on a journey with a team with this kind of culture.
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2023.06.08 10:19 Spectral42 There is something wrong with the newspaper in my town. I think I’m going crazy.

Before I dive into everything that has happened over the last couple of weeks I want to get a couple of things out of the way. I moved to this town four months ago because of a job offer: I was supposed to start working with a construction company. Second, I am not going to give you my last name. But I will tell you my first name, it's Tom. I am telling you all this, just in case. Ya know?
Anyway, I moved here four months ago. At first, the job offer seemed too good to be true. I was promised an apartment, full benefits, and grocery delivery twice a month. I was told the town was small, and honestly, it is! I am not used to living in a place like this. I mean, I saw the stars for the first time in my life the day I got to my new apartment.
The apartment itself is nice, I have two bedrooms and a good-sized bathroom. I have no complaints about any of the accommodations. Two weeks into moving here I was told that I would be starting at the end of the month. My boss told me that rent would be covered and gave me a list of things I needed for my first day.
As the end of the month came around I decided to go out and buy a new pair of work boots. I figured this would give me a good chance to get a look around town and maybe meet some people. I was mostly right.
The store was only a couple of blocks from my apartment building so instead of taking my truck I decided to walk. The town is cozy, ya know? Like everyone seems normal. Everything felt like it came out of a classic American novel though. So anyway, I went and got my boots and on the way home I decided to stop at a store and pick up the local newspaper.
When I got home and sat on my couch to crack open the newspaper, I could tell something was off right away. The story on the front page read “New Mayor Elected” and right below that, “Strange Lights in the Sky.” By itself, those two things would not raise red flags, but the pictures looked off. It’s hard for me to put into words but the photo of the new mayor looked both old and new. I scanned the page for a date and couldn’t find one. I figured that maybe something went wrong with the printing or something. After I gave the front page a good read I put the paper down and went to bed.
For two days I stayed home to make sure I was well rested. At this point, I had not purchased a tv yet and decided to jump on the opportunity and read more. On my way to pick up new boots, I noticed the town library and thought why not? I could get a couple of books and a new paper. The library itself is beautiful. The wood looks well maintained and the giant stone lions on either side of the staircase were extremely cool to look at the first time I saw them.
Heading into this library was just like walking into any other library. I don’t know what I was expecting. The outside was cool so I thought the inside would be more done up. As I walked through the aisle and scanned the books I could feel the hairs on my arms stand up. It was a weird feeling, something I had not experienced before this: It was almost like I was scared for no reason. As I pulled a book off of the shelf and read the cover I was extremely puzzled, for reference I was standing in the history section. The book read, “To Mars and Back. How America pioneered space travel.” It sounded more like a science fiction book to me, and there were a lot of other books like this. “They live among us, humanity's first contact with God.” or “The secret history of the Roman empire.” As I went through and examined more books I started to notice little scratches on the bookcase. They looked like tally marks. I followed them down the shelf until I found some writing. “Turn back” and “Go home” were scribbled on the shelf. I quickly stood up and clenched the book I was holding.
As I turned around I took one last look at the book in my hands before heading off to speak with a librarian. As I approached the counter I swear to god the woman behind the counter took my breath away. She was so beautiful, but it didn’t seem natural. I could feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up as I got closer to the desk. I decided to put the book down and leave. There was something inside of me, screaming at me to not speak to the woman. As I headed out of the building and walked down the staircase I noticed my hands were shaking. I was confused because technically, nothing happened.
I never bought a paper that day. Instead, I went home and went to sleep. Technically it was midafternoon, I had no idea why I was tired in the first place.
When I woke up the next day and went to check the mail, I found a rolled-up newspaper at my front door. I shit you not I have been getting a newspaper every day since that day. At first, I was interested in reading them, but the more I read the more I didn’t want to read. At the end of the month, I was waiting for a call from my boss, but the call never came. I tried to call him but his phone was disconnected.
As the next month rolled around I kept getting the newspapers. I stopped receiving normal mail, and I stopped wanting to live in this damn apartment. Two weeks into the new month I decided to call it quits and move back. I was not getting this job and my time here had been nothing but uncomfortable. So I packed my bags and stormed outside to climb into my truck. I was planning on leaving that day however, my tiers had been slashed.
I did what anyone would do, right? I called the damn police. They came promptly and once again I was met with the same feelings as when I saw the librarian. These men did not look real. Every inch of their faces looked…fake. I mean yes they were people but there was not a hair out of place. They were perfectly symmetrical in every way. The whole time I was filling out the police report my hands were shaking. My body was so tense I thought I was going to fall over on the spot. Once the situation was handled I ran back to my apartment. I was skipping steps as I went back upstairs. I felt like I could not get upstairs fast enough.
A couple of hours later I heard pounding at my door. I can’t stress this enough, the pounding scared the shit out of me. “WHO IS IT?!” I screamed. “Please! I need help!” A woman called back to me. I went to my front door, I wish I could tell you I did not hesitate but I did. I eventually opened the door for the women. She was an absolute mess, her makeup was running down her face and she was wearing pajamas. It will sound fucked up but I was so happy to see this woman, her crying gave me comfort. She did not look like the others, she looked real and natural. I asked her what happened and she told me her daughter had gone missing. I asked her if she called the police and she told me no. She said she wouldn’t, she told me her daughter wouldn't go to them either. I asked her what her daughter's name is, she told me her name is Zoey. We talked for what felt like hours before I told her I would keep my eyes open. She thanked me and went back to her apartment in tears. As I closed and locked my door I went to the pile of newspapers and opened the most recent one. I wanted to see if there was any mention of Zoey in the paper. The front page read, “Local man found dead outside of his home. No suspects.” below that there was another heading, “Local girl missing.” I checked for a name but it wasn’t Zoey. They are the same age though. As I scanned the paper I heard a scream come from down the hallway. I stood up quickly and rushed to my door, this time without hesitation I ripped it open and looked down the hallway. And that’s where I saw…it. One of the cops except it wasn’t a man. He had tight skin, he almost looked like a walking skeleton. His eyes were bulging out of his head, and his arms were larger. “Sir…” The thing said to me. I quickly turned and slammed the door shut. I locked all four locks and put the kitchen table up against the door. I haven’t left this apartment since. I did call my ex, she said she would come and get me but I don’t know how long I will be waiting. If this is fear, I have had enough. I can’t sleep and I am too scared to eat. It feels like my heart might explode like my whole perception of reality has changed.
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2023.06.08 10:19 dillisehoonb14 From F1 to Green Card Approval: My 10 year Journey, Challenges, and the Joy of Stability

Hey USCIS community,
I am beyond joyed to share with you all the incredible news that I have finally received my Green Card after arriving in the US back in Fall of 2013 as an international student to get a Bachelors degree in Mechanical Engineering.
Now after the toil of 10 years, 2 degrees, and a hard fought career later, finally this milestone has brought a deep sense of emotional joy and security to my life. I wanted to take a moment to reflect on my journey, the challenges I faced as an international student, and the incredible benefits that a green card offers.
First and foremost, I would like to express my deepest gratitude to this wonderful community for the wealth of information, support, and encouragement provided throughout this process. Your insights and shared experiences have been invaluable in navigating the complexities of the immigration system, and I am forever grateful for your kindness and willingness to help.
My journey as an international student in the US has been filled with both triumphs and tribulations. When I first arrived, I was filled with hope, dreams, and aspirations of pursuing a higher education and building a better future. However, I soon realized that being an international student comes with its own set of unique challenges.
One of the biggest hurdles I faced was the constant pressure of maintaining my legal status. The intricacies of immigration laws and the ever-changing regulations made it a daunting task. From paperwork to visa renewals, there were numerous times when I found myself overwhelmed and uncertain about my future. The fear of being unable to continue my education or pursue my career goals was always at the back of my mind.
Furthermore, being away from family and friends in a foreign land can be emotionally taxing. International students often experience a profound sense of homesickness and the longing for familiar faces. In fact, my parents were rejected for a visitors visa twice during these 10 years and they still haven’t been able to see what life I’ve put together without them. It’s sad to think about on some days more than others.
The cultural differences and adapting to a new environment can sometimes feel isolating as well. However, it is during these moments that the support of communities like USCIS becomes a lifeline, providing solace and a sense of belonging.
Now, as I hold my green card in my hands, I am overcome with a power I have not felt before. The green card brings stability and opens up a world of opportunities. It signifies not only legal permanence but also the ability to work in any field without restrictions. It grants me the freedom to pursue my dreams without the constant worry of visa limitations. The emotional weight that was once tied to the uncertainty of my status has been lifted, and I can now plan for a future with confidence.
To those still on their immigration journey, I want to assure you that it is possible to overcome the obstacles that lie ahead. Though the process may be arduous and at times disheartening, never lose hope. Surround yourself with supportive communities, seek guidance, and stay informed. Remember that you are not alone in this journey, and together we can navigate the complexities and overcome the challenges.
Thank you, USCIS, for being a beacon of hope and a place of camaraderie for all those who embark on this challenging path. Let us continue to support one another, share our experiences, and celebrate the victories along the way.
Wishing you all the best in your own immigration endeavors! (Timeline in comments)
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2023.06.08 10:18 TetchilySalvage Crow of Judgement

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2023.06.08 10:18 birbbirbbirbbirbbirb Am I (26F) overreacting over something my boyfriend 27M) did? How can I overcome this?

For starters, I am fully aware that I’m insecure. I’m starting therapy in a few weeks. My bf and I had our first date in April of last year. It was great- we spent hours just talking and getting to know each other and both agreed to see each other again. I had been casually texting a few other guys I met on Tinder, two of whom I had gone on dates with. I stopped speaking to them after my date with my now bf because I felt they didn’t compare to him and I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. That was on a Friday and I didn’t hear from him all weekend so I texted him Monday. We made plans for a second date on the next coming Friday. The second date came and it went great. I ended up staying over at his place.
We grew closer over the course of about a month before we became official. It had been my assumption that he had not seen anyone else since our first date since he spoke about how much he instantly liked me and the connection he felt. I found out around the two month mark that he had been texting a girl I used to be very close friends with (they met on tinder as well and had gone on a date before our first date), and the Tuesday after our first date, she came over and they slept together. And then 3 days later, he slept with me.
I only found out about this because I posted a story with him on my Snapchat and she told me and we laughed it off. When I ask him about it, he tried to lie his way out of it and then felt guilty and ashamed. I know he didn’t “cheat”, but I felt cheated out of the idea I had that we were mutually attracted to each other and I was special to him. He had made me feel really special in the beginning, and that event sort of spiraled into other little lies I have caught him in and overall affecting my self esteem. I also have it in my head that he’s with me because I’m the second best option since she stopped texting him after they slept together but I was still there.
I recognize that I am an adult and my mental health/self confidence is my problem, so I try not to bring any of this up to him or ask for reassurance, but something about it just does not sit right with me. He has withheld the truth about other things involving his past and even directly lied. I know the past is the past, but I think I deserve a direct answer when it pertains to our relationship and my physical health since he didn’t get tested after he slept with her and before he slept with me. We’ve been together for over a year now and I love him a lot, but I keep comparing myself to the other girls he has been with and especially the ones he lied about. I don’t want to break up but I don’t want to feel like this. How would you deal with this? TL;DR - my boyfriend slept with someone I know after our first date, didn’t get tested before sleeping with me, lied, and now I’m overthinking everything
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2023.06.08 10:18 Ari1121 DACA work visa sponsorship question

I am currently waiting for my turn to get a visa sponsorship from my work place and I am curious about the whole process.
Some information about myself: I flew to America with my family at a young age and got my DACA before 18 (always renewed my DACA) and I never left the U.S ever since. I also graduated with bachelor of fine arts and currently working in a web team.
I heard there’s different methods to getting the visa and I’m not sure which one is better for my situation or which one I am eligible for.
Also do I have to go back to my home country (South Korea) and stay there for three years? I read somewhere that I had to do that. Is there a way to stay and process it in the U.S or reduce the time of stay?
Also is there anything that I should do ahead of time before I start my visa process to save more time? I appreciate any advice and information ! Thank you~
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2023.06.08 10:17 PocketFMofficial Cathy betrayed Alex, but will she come back after knowing the truth that Alex is Millionaire? How will Alex heal his heart?

Cathy betrayed Alex, but will she come back after knowing the truth that Alex is Millionaire? How will Alex heal his heart?
Chapter 1
"Hello. Heavenly Lion Convenience," Alex Ambrose answered the store phone.
"I need a box of condoms and two packs of tissues delivered to room 1302 of the Sheraton South River Hotel. Hurry!" The caller hung up.
Alex shook his head. People never seemed to be prepared.
He packed the required items, put on a raincoat, and rode his electric bike toward the Sheraton Hotel on the southern side of the river.
It was nine o’clock in the evening and raining heavily, and his pants and shoes were soon wet and filthy. Luckily, the merchandise was still dry, but he didn't dare delay any longer, so he hurried toward the hotel.
When he arrived at room 1302, he knocked on the door, and it was opened quickly.
"Hello, here’s your—" Alex was stunned into silence.
The woman in front of him was none other than his girlfriend, Cathy!
She was dressed in a white robe, with her long, dark, wet hair draped over her shoulders. The scents of shower gel and shampoo assaulted his nose.
"Cathy? What are you doing here?" He stared at her in disbelief, still feeling dazed.
"What are you doing here?" Cathy asked. Her heart skipped a beat, and she took a small step back into the room. Her mind went blank and then started to spin.
"What's wrong?" Another guy walked up to the door, wearing a robe and slippers, and Alex immediately recognized him.
"You! You dare to touch my girl?" Alex couldn't suppress the anger welling up inside him, and he started moving toward Billy, determined to teach him a lesson.
"Stop!" Cathy stepped in front of Alex. After a brief burst of panic, she had managed to get back a bit of control. Since her boyfriend had already discovered her betrayal, there was no point in trying to hide it now.
She looked directly at him. "Alex, we need to break up."
"Break up?" Alex was stunned. He stared at Cathy with wide eyes. "Cathy, we've been together for more than a year. Are you going to break up with me now?"
"Yes. We need to go our separate ways." She kept steady eye contact with him and spoke with a strong sense of resentment. "Are you surprised? You have no money, Alex. You can only barely afford the cheapest essentials. We never have anything nice. As long as I’m with you, people will always be laughing at me, and that just isn't the life I want. I’m too good to be living in poverty like this. I was too naive when I was in my freshman year, and I let myself get tricked into being with a loser like you!"
She hugged Billy's arm and said to Alex, "Billy is my boyfriend now. From now on, I want nothing to do with you. Don't bother me again!"
"Well, seems like you’re just her good-for-nothing ex now!" Billy looked at Alex with a provocative smirk.
Alex, standing there in a raincoat and with mud stains on his pants and shoes, felt like Cathy was right. He was a complete loser. Billy took the plastic bag from his hand and took out the box of condoms. He waved it at Alex and laughed as he said, "I’m staying in a nice hotel, having my girlfriend’s ex bring me condoms. And you’re single. Sure was good of you to help me out."
"Why are you still here?" Cathy scolded Alex.
"Nah, it's good that he didn't piss off. Maybe you want to see me beat him down, huh, Cathy? Gotta give a lady what she wants," Billy sneered.
Alex felt utterly defeated. He slowly turned around and walked out of the room.
"Bro, you're not even taking the money? Heh, nice. I get a girlfriend and a gift." Billy felt great watching Alex's slumped, dejected posture as he closed the door behind him.
When Alex left the hotel, it was raining even harder than before. He took off his raincoat, allowing the cold rain to drench his entire body and help clear his head.
Cathy had discarded him because she believed he had no money. Losing such a materialistic woman should be something to rejoice over, so why should he be sad?
[Buzz buzz!]
His phone vibrated in his pocket. Alex took it out and glanced at it, but when he saw the number, he stopped walking. His entire body was shaking as he read the text.
[After a review, the Ambrose family has decided that their son, Alexander, has met the conditions required for entitlement to his inheritance. From today onward, control of his property will be returned to him.]
The bean-sized raindrops plopped onto the screen, causing the text message to gradually become blurry.
Alex's mind began to spin. If not for this message, Alex would have almost forgotten his identity as a super-rich kid. Over the last seven years, his family had been assessing him, withholding his fortune until they were satisfied he met their draconian conditions. And now, finally, it was over.
Everything that rightfully belonged to him was finally his to claim.
Alex woke up early the next morning and drove to the city. In a great mood, he got out of his car and went straight to Metro Sky Bank, right in the heart of the wealthiest part of the central business district of New York.
Various luxury cars were parked around the bank. The people walking in and out of the surrounding plaza were all rich; it was obvious from their clothing and demeanour.
Alex strode to the door of the bank and pushed it open.
The main door could be opened both inward and outward, and Alex had been a bit careless when he pushed it open from outside. As a result, the door had bumped into a long-haired young woman who had been heading out of the building.
He quickly apologized, "Sorry. I didn't see you."
"What do you mean, you didn’t see me? What am I, invisible?" She held a hand to her forehead and glared at him.
The bank’s assistant manager, Karen Young, had noticed the incident and hurried over. She checked on the woman first, and then looked at Alex in disapproval. When her gaze swept over him, a trace of suspicion appeared on her face.
Metro Sky Bank was different from most banks, as the clientele were almost exclusively high-end businesspeople. Karen knew the young woman was there with her father, but she didn't know why Alex was there. Judging from his appearance and age, he wasn't their usual type of customer.
"Sir, can I be of assistance?" she asked with a polite but forced smile.
Alex simply said, "I’m here to withdraw money."
"Withdraw money?" the sullen woman asked, sneering at him.
"Do you have a card?" Karen asked, continuing to smile politely.
Getting a Metro Sky Bankcard was not easy. A million dollars of savings was the minimum requirement to qualify. Karen felt certain that the man in front of her couldn't have much experience with the bank and wouldn't know their rules. Perhaps he had thought that other banks' cards could also be used here.
"No," Alex replied, shaking his head.
The woman he had accidentally hit with the door couldn't help but giggle when she heard his honest reply. He wasn't worth any more of her attention.
"Let’s go." Her father had walked up, still arranging the documents he was carrying.
"My dad and I are leaving." The woman shook Karen's hand, and then looked over at Alex. "Ms Young, having someone like this around could damage your bank's image and upset your customers. I hope this will not happen again."
With that, she took her father’s arm and opened the door.
"Take care, Mr Scott." Karen followed them out a few steps, watching as they got into a car and left. Turning around, she headed back inside, having made up her mind to encourage Alex to leave as soon as possible.
There was no one standing where Alex had been. Oh! Where’s he gone? she wondered.
Was it possible that the kid had been embarrassed and had quietly slipped away?
She felt relieved at the thought. Then, just as she was about to go back to work, she caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of her eye.
There’s the brat! No wonder I didn’t see him at first, she thought. He had already reached the entrance to the VIP lounge, and a pillar had blocked her view of him.
The VIP room was only for high-status customers who were worth at least thirty million dollars, and this young man had admitted that he didn’t even have a card. If she let him get through, she would be in trouble with her boss.
"Stop! Don't move!" Karen yelled, feeling desperate. The other customers all looked around at her, obviously annoyed by her shouting. She could only smile apologetically as she walked quickly toward Alex.
But he had already walked through the lounge, opened the door to the VIP room, and stepped inside.
Chapter 2
Does he have no shame? Karen hurried after Alex with a look of chagrin on her face. She tried to open the door to the VIP room, but it had been locked from the inside.
"Hello?" Inside the VIP room, Robert Miller, the bank manager, was leaning against the sofa, looking at his phone. When the door suddenly opened, he quickly sat down and hid his phone away. Normally, when a VIP was coming in, Karen would notify him in advance.
As the customer manager, he was responsible for thirty-one VIPs, and he knew them like the back of his hand. He immediately began to launch into his normal professional greeting, hoping to undo the poor impression he’d made by slouching against the sofa, but when he saw Alex, his expression froze.
He was certain that Alex was not one of his VIPs, nor was he a relative of one.
"May I ask who you are?" Robert asked, looking at the young man, who appeared to be around twenty years old. Robert had no idea who he was.
Alex got straight to the point. "I'm here to get my money."
"You have one of our cards?" Robert asked, suspicious of Alex's calm expression.
"No," Alex admitted frankly.
Robert was relieved to seemingly be proven right, but even more confused. Access to the VIP room required a minimum worth of three million dollars, but this man didn't have any money. Why was he so composed?
"I'm sorry, sir. We can't give out money without a card. Do you require anything else?"
He's crazy, Robert thought. Why on earth did Karen let him in? I’ll have to speak to her about this at Monday’s meeting.
"You have fingerprint recognition here, right?" Alex suddenly asked.
The fingerprint ID system at the bank was for the wealthiest families and businesses to use. Only a few people had their fingerprints recorded in the system, at least in the New York branch, and no one had used it to access their holdings yet.
"You want to use it?" Robert could no longer bring himself to call Alex "sir."
"Yes." Alex nodded.
Robert was feeling more confused by the second. Why would someone who wasn't even a customer request to use a fingerprint ID?
To be honest, even though he was curious, Robert felt that it was barely worth humouring the request. But after considering for a few seconds, he finally decided to let Alex make the attempt rather than risk making him angry.
He opened the safe and brought out the fingerprint identification device, which he had never used before.
"Place your thumb here." Robert indicated the verification area to Alex, who placed his thumb on the sensor.
The device lit up with a glaring red light, and the LCD screen displayed the words [Fingerprint not recorded].
Immediately, Robert’s expression turned hostile, and he glared at Alex. He picked up his phone, ready to call the police.
"Wait, wait!" Alex said quickly. "Maybe that was the wrong print. I'll try using my index finger this time."
Robert smiled coldly. "What’s your plan here? Your thumb doesn’t work, so you’ll try your index finger. Then, if your index finger doesn’t work, you’ll try your middle finger. When you run out of fingers, will you try using your toes?"
But Alex had already pressed his index finger on the verification area.
Robert resolved that if the man’s fingerprints weren’t accepted this time, he would immediately call the police and have him arrested.
[Beep!] A green light appeared on the device and new details flashed up on the LCD screen: [Verification successful. Family account: 01. Verifier: Alexander Ambrose. Account: 01104.]
Robert gaped at Alex in disbelief for a moment, and then hurriedly squeezed out a smile. "Mr Ambrose, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I'm Robert Miller, the customer manager for the New York branch. Please allow me to assist you."
"It's fine," Alex said lightly and stood up. "Can I see how much money I have left in my account?"
"Please wait a moment." Robert sat in front of the computer and typed away for a while. On his instructions, Alex provided a few more fingerprint scans as authorization.
"It's done, Mr Ambrose." Robert clicked the "OK" button on the screen, and Alex's account appeared.
Robert pointed to the computer screen and said, "Mr Ambrose, the balance of your account is currently eighty-six million dollars."
Robert couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
This young man had an enormous fortune. It placed him in the topflight of the one per cent. Most people would never be able to even dream of that much money.
Alex felt strange as he stared at the numbers on the screen. He reminded himself that he needed to get used to his status as a rich kid as soon as possible.
"Oh, and you have other assets as well. Let me show you now." Robert clicked through to check several pages in a row. Finally, he clicked the "OK" button again.
The computer brought up a 4 x 4 grid of display screens.
"This surveillance screen displays all the physical assets that you hold elsewhere," Robert explained. He clicked on the upper left corner of the screen and brought up the feed from the bank's branch at The Hague, which revealed a sports car. In the lower right corner, it said, [Ferrari Pagani Huayra].
Robert opened up other screens for Alex, one after another.
The Hawaii branch displayed a Dominica blue pearl bracelet and four stacks of gold bars.
The feed from the French branch in Nice revealed three original Picasso paintings and two Rodin statues.
And the Cape Town branch had fifteen 10-carat diamonds, ten pieces of ivory, and another couple of stacks of gold bars. Robert's eyes almost popped out as he looked at Alex's assets. He had never seen anyone so rich. Maybe not even one-tenth as rich.
"All right, I’d like a card," Alex said before Robert could collect his thoughts.
"Yes, I will see to it right away. Please wait a moment." Robert immediately started to make the necessary arrangements. Within ten minutes, a Supreme Card was produced.
Robert looked at the Supreme Card and thought about Alex's assets. This card wasn’t good enough for Alex’s status, but it was the highest grade of card they were authorized to issue at the New York branch.
Robert presented handed the card over. "Mr Ambrose, your card."
"Thank you." Alex took the card, stood up, and went to walk out of the room.
"Mr Ambrose, please wait." Robert didn't dare to appear to be neglecting such an important customer. He should see him out personally, but the asset checking system on his computer had not been turned off yet, and the fingerprint verification machine, iris recognition apparatus, and other sensitive equipment had not been returned to the safe. The monitoring system in the VIP room was connected to the district manager’s office.
Karen was anxiously waiting in the hall. What's been going on in there for so long? she wondered. Could that brat have murdered Mr Miller in the VIP room?
The more she considered it, the more scared she became. She was on the verge of banging on the door and demanding a response when Alex walked confidently out of the room.
"Stop!" Karen shouted. She walked quickly over toward him and grabbed at his coat. "You can't leave. You broke into the VIP room. Once we confirm that nothing is missing, I will call the police and have them hold you for questioning."
"What are you talking about?" Alex asked. "Let go!"
Karen grappled with him for a while, but she couldn't manage to search his pockets.
What’s wrong with this woman? Alex thought. He wasn’t even arguing with her, but she was manhandling him.
"What is this?" Karen spotted the Supreme Card that was peeking out of Alex's pocket. She quickly pulled it out and looked at him triumphantly, as if she had found evidence of his guilt. "Oh, you stole a card. This is a crime, and I have to call the police."
It didn't even cross her mind that the card could belong to Alex. She imagined he had entered the VIP room, pretending to be there by mistake, and had then distracted Mr Miller with questions and stolen the card when the manager wasn't paying attention.
"Let go!" Alex was sick of this woman.
"Don’t you feel guilty about being a thief?" She was even more determined.
With the two of them creating such a scene, other customers started to walk over toward them, intending to help Karen keep Alex from getting away.
Just then, Robert, who had finished tidying up, strode out of the VIP room.
Having seen Alex's assets, Robert now knew he was the most important customer the New York branch of the bank had ever had. He had also noticed that the system listed Alex's was listed as just one of multiple accounts attached to a family group, labelled 01. If that single account was so lucrative, then what about the rest of the family?
It was rare to meet such important people, so Robert knew he had to be careful to curry favour with Alex. If they got along well, it would be a tremendous success for Robert, and the potential benefits were huge.
So, when saw Karen struggling with Alex, he was enraged. Karen's expression was hostile, and Alex was becoming very angry. Karen was an idiot who was playing with fire, and she might drag Robert himself down with her.
Of all the bank’s many, many customers, why did she need to pick this one to try and remove? A simple flick of Alex’s finger could be enough to end both their careers.
Chapter 3
"Stop!" Robert dashed between Alex and Karen.
Before Alex could speak, Karen waved the Supreme Card in the air. Her eyes flashed with triumph as she said to Robert, "Mr Miller, look! He stole a card from the VIP room!" She smiled at him, her expression a little smug.
Surely, Mr Miller would be happy with her for preventing theft. He had a lot of authority in the eastern district of Metro Sky Bank, and when he had arrived at headquarters, he had seemed impressed with her, so she was hoping for a promotion. Her imagination began to run away with her as she dreamed about her possible future.
Mr Miller's face had always been a little glum, but as she watched, his expression grew darker and darker. Before she could figure out why, she was startled by his explosive roar, leaving her entire body trembling.
"Let go of Mr Ambrose!" As he yelled, Mr Miller knocked the Supreme Card out of her hand, and she was so scared that she let go of Alex. Mr Miller pushed her aside and bent down to pick up the card. "Mr Ambrose, your card. I'm very sorry. I haven't trained Ms Young properly. I do apologize."
Mr Miller's expression showed a mixture of respect, embarrassment, and unease, as the bank's customers looked on in amazement. Karen was stunned.
Could the Supreme Card be his? she wondered.
Her eyes widened. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make sense of it.
If this man had a Supreme Card, then he had at least three million dollars, yet he appeared to only be around twenty years old. A poor, lower-class loser with that much money? No, it was just too unlikely.
"It's not your fault, Mr Miller," Alex assured him, slipping the card back into his pocket.
"Thank you, Mr Ambrose." Robert dipped his head and paused briefly before straightening up and shouting at Karen, "Why are you just standing there? Apologize to Mr Ambrose immediately!"
How could Karen still not understand? Robert thought. The young man standing in front of them was seriously rich and needed to be treated with respect.
Karen immediately bowed her head at Alex. "Mr Ambrose, I'm very sorry for my rude behaviour. I made a mistake, created a fuss over nothing, and put my hands on you. It was my fault, and I will reflect on my behaviour—"
Alex ignored her and walked away.
"Mr Ambrose," Robert called after him. "If you ever need anything, just give me a call, and I'll do my best to help."
Robert was excited by this opportunity. It was rare to meet someone as important as Alex, so he shamelessly tried to charm him.
"Okay, Robert." Alex smiled faintly. Robert had come to his defence, after all.
The use of his first name made Robert feel quite emotional. The wealthiest customers called him by his first name, and now so did this poorly dressed young man, who displayed not even a hint of arrogance.
Alex strode out of the bank and hailed a taxi to take him back to Preston University.
As Alex entered the university building, he accidentally stepped into a puddle, splashing a lot of mud on his legs.
He checked his watch then rushed toward the classroom, where Mr Morgan was already standing at the podium, lecturing. He spotted Alex out of the corner of his eye and a hint of disappointment flashed across his face.
Feeling guilty, Alex lowered his head.
Of all his teachers, Mr Morgan was his favourite. The other teachers tended to ignore Alex because he had no money, and some even openly mocked him. Only Mr Morgan treated him like any other student.
Alex slipped quietly into the classroom, aware that all the students were staring at him, and he could hear them whispering.
"He isn't usually late. Hell must have frozen over."
"Look at his pants! They’re filthy. Doesn’t he have any clean clothes?"
"Are you joking? It’s not like he’d have the money for new ones. It looks like he's just thrown on whatever he could find."
Some of the boys continued to talk, and the girls in the front row covered their mouths with their hands as they joined in. Their eyes flashed with contempt when they looked at Alex.
"Stop talking!" Mr Morgan said loudly. "And pay attention."
Throughout the lecture, Alex noticed that Mr Morgan kept glancing at him, his eyes full of disapproval, as if Alex had failed to live up to his expectations.
Eventually, the lecture was over.
"Class dismissed."
Mr Morgan packed up his textbooks and left.
"Cathy." The voice came from the doorway.
Everyone turned in the direction of the voice and saw Billy walking through the door and going straight to Cathy, who was sitting by the window. She stood and hugged him, both of them were in love
Many of the students turned to stare at Alex. Everyone thought that he was Cathy's boyfriend, and they weren’t aware that she had broken up with him.
Alex watched in disgust. He’d heard that Billy had taken at least five different girls to stay at that hotel. Cathy was just the latest in a long line, and Alex had no intention of fighting for her.
Billy strutted past Alex with his arm around Cathy's shoulder.
"Darling, wait a minute," Cathy said to Billy as she stopped in front of Alex and held out her phone. "Since we've broken up, I don’t want to owe you anything. Here's the phone you bought for me a few weeks ago. You can have it back."
Alex glanced at the Samsung Galaxy phone and then took it.
"Hah, you would have to work part-time for six months to afford one of these!" Cathy took a brand-new phone out of her pocket and showed it to Alex. "This is the latest iPhone, and it’s much better than your phone."
"Of course, it's far too expensive for a loser like him." Billy raised his chin and looked at Alex. "Cathy told me that she kept asking for that phone for six months before you finally bought it for her. Do you think you can pick up a girl so far out of your league? You're just embarrassing yourself, so give up. And I'm warning you now: don't even think about her. If I find out you’ve gone anywhere near her, you'll regret it!"
"Don't waste your breath talking to a loser like him. Can we go to De Luca’s for lunch?" Cathy had already dismissed Alex.
"Call me baby," Billy said, smiling at her.
"Baby, let's go." She flirted with him right in front of Alex.
"Cathy!" A petite girl stood up, glaring at her. "You're taking it all too far. I never thought you'd break up with Alex, and I'm ashamed of you."
"Emma, why do you care?" She scowled. When things had been going well with Alex, she’d been on good terms with Emma, who was a decent person. Sometimes, when Cathy had been fighting with Alex, she had asked Emma’s opinion about who was in the right.
"You gave up Alex for someone like Billy?" Emma asked. "How could you treat Alex like this? When you were sick and couldn't even get out of bed, Alex sent you lunch and dinner every day for a month. And when you were walking in the mountains and twisted your ankle, he carried you on his back for miles down the mountain. Don’t you remember that? You know he doesn't make much money from his part-time jobs, but when you wanted a phone, he worked hard for months to save enough money to buy it for you. And this is how you repay him? By breaking up with him and ridiculing him?"
Cathy scowled. "I never forced him to do anything. If he was stupid enough to go along with it, that's his problem! And so what if he bought me a cell phone? It was only a Samsung. And why would I want a Samsung when I can have an iPhone?"
Emma shook her head. "Cathy, I don’t understand you. Do you only care about money? Will money get you everything you want?"
"Yes!" Cathy barked out a laugh. She stared at Emma and said, "I admit that I like money. Is that so wrong?" She took Billy's arm and said, "Come on, baby, let's go. These two poor people disgust me."
She glared at Alex and Emma and then swept out of the classroom with her head held high.
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2023.06.08 10:17 puddinandpi How to make small claim against lodger owing money after leaving

Lodger seemed to always have money/cash flow problems….. claimed bank account got hacked so couldn’t pay deposit when moving in. Red flag number one and I’m an idiot for ignoring . Was constantly late with rent so I had to message her every month to remind. She missed a whole months payment and we had a back and forth she insisted it was paid until she suddenly said I was right and her bank had been hacked (again) asks could she pay in instalments over three months. I agreed. The next month she left midway through the month.
I’ve messaged more than once to ask and either got ignored or brushed off.
I don’t have a follow up address but might be able to find place of work. How do I send letter before claim? Or can I email it to her?
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2023.06.08 10:17 SpeakIndya96 Narendra Modi Visit America

Narendra Modi Visit America
US: Will India-America come together to compete with China in space? White House said – cannot give much information

Narendra Modi And Joe Biden
Prime Minister Narendra Modi will be on a US tour from June 21. This tour is being given a lot of importance in terms of relations between the two countries. Now the White House has told which issues will be discussed during the upcoming visit of PM Modi and on which issue will be the maximum focus. According to the statement of the White House, there can be important talks between the heads of the two countries on the issue of prosperity and security of the Indo-Pacific Ocean region. Explain that because of the threat of China, India, and America are focusing a lot on the Indo-Pacific region.
Preparing to Deal with China's growing challenge
White House Press Secretary Karin Jean Pierre said that Prime Minister Modi and President Joe Biden will discuss strengthening the relationship between the two countries. It will also talk about strengthening the strategic partnership in the free, prosperous, and secure Indian Pacific Ocean region. There will also be talk about the defense sector. Pierre told that soon other information regarding PM Modi's visit will also be shared.
Cooperation will increase in the field of space and renewable energy
The press secretary of the White House told that talks will also take place in the field of renewable energy and space. However, he refused to give more details about it and said that we will have more information about it as PM Modi's visit gets closer. It is believed that along with the defense sector, America is now paying special attention to China's challenges in space as well. Due to this, he is trying to coordinate between his space agency NASA and India's ISRO.
Significantly, there was a bilateral conversation between PM Modi and Joe Biden in Indonesia. In that meeting, an agreement was reached between the two countries to cooperate in the field of important and emerging technology and artificial technology for the future. It is believed that some important agreements are expected to be signed in this field during PM Modi's upcoming US visit.
Let us inform you that PM Modi will be visiting America from June 21 to June 24 at the invitation of US President Joe Biden and First Lady Jill Biden. During this, he will also address the joint session of the US Parliament on 22 June. PM Modi will be the first leader of the country to address the joint session of the US Parliament twice. Let us inform you that earlier in the year 2016 also, on his US tour, PM Modi addressed the joint session of the Parliament there.
Also Read: US: India is playing an 'important role' globally, officials gave statement before PM Modi's US visit
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2023.06.08 10:17 jesuisnick Places that don't take AMEX - could they in an emergency? Would they be likely to be flexible?

Hi all. I hope this is an appropriate question for this sub.
I'm thinking of changing my credit card to an AMEX - for various reasons it's a good choice for me. I'm aware that there are still some places that do not accept them, however, due to the high costs for retailers. Normally this wouldn't be a problem because debit card is always a backup. But there are some cases (like renting a car) where you need a credit card, and I wonder if this could ever leave me in a tricky situation if they do not take AMEX. So I wondered if anyone knows from experience or inside knowledge whether:
a) these places choose not to take AMEX but technically could in an emergency, or whether their systems actually prevent it; and
b) if they technically could, has anyone experienced companies being flexible and agreeing to take AMEX if there is no alternative?
Worst case scenario, I'd get a second CC (Visa or Mastercard) for these rare situatons, but I'd prefer not to unless absolutely necessary.
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