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When I first started looking into UGC, I thought the hardest part would be creating the content.

Turns out, filming was the easy part.

The real challenge was figuring out things like:

how to build a portfolio that actually shows what I can do,

how to reach out to brands without sounding too salesy,

and how to price my work without feeling like I'm overcharging.

One thing that helped me was treating every practice video like it was for a real client. Even if no one was paying me, I started focusing on clean editing, good lighting, and clear storytelling. It made me feel more confident when I eventually had something to show.

I'm still learning, but I've realized that consistency matters more than waiting until everything feels "perfect."

For those who are already doing UGC:

What was the biggest hurdle when you were starting out, and what advice would you give to beginners?

I've been experimenting with combining AI models and APIs for small personal projects, and one thing I've noticed is that AI becomes much more useful when it has access to structured, real-time data.

Instead of relying only on what a model already knows, an API can provide fresh information like search results, product data, weather, documentation, or other external sources. AI then helps organize, summarize, or explain that information in a way that's easier to work with.

For me, the biggest benefit isn't replacing traditional programming—it's reducing repetitive work. I spend less time manually searching through documentation or formatting data, and more time focusing on the actual problem I'm trying to solve.

Of course, AI isn't perfect. APIs can fail, search results can be noisy, and models can still misunderstand context. That's why I think the best approach is treating AI as an assistant rather than an authority.

I'm curious how others are using AI together with search APIs or retrieval systems. Have you found workflows that actually save time, or do you still prefer the traditional approach?

Hi everyone. I don’t really know why I’m writing this, maybe because I honestly don’t know where else to put all these feelings.

I’ve been carrying so much anger, sadness, confusion, and disappointment that I feel like I’m about to explode. I don’t even know if I’m looking for advice, validation, or maybe I just need a place where I can finally say everything I’ve been keeping inside.

I’m a daughter who still loves her dad, but at the same time, I’m also a daughter who got deeply hurt by him.

And that’s such a painful thing to admit.

I’m currently living under the same roof with my dad and his mistress. I know that alone will already make some people judge the situation, but please understand that this isn’t something that just happened overnight. This has been our reality for a long time. My siblings and I have been trying to adjust, trying to understand, and trying to survive a situation that we never asked for.

We didn’t wake up one day and decided that we wanted to make things difficult.

We were just children trying to understand where we belonged in our own family.

Last week was probably one of the most painful weeks I have ever experienced.

My dad came to us and told us that his mistress stole money from him — around a 6-digit amount. He was furious. He was hurt. He felt betrayed by someone he trusted and loved.

For the first time, I saw him break down.

I saw my father, the person I always thought was strong, cried because he felt like someone he cared about had taken advantage of him.

And as his daughter, seeing him like that hurt me too.

Despite everything that happened between us, despite all the complicated feelings, he was still my dad. I still cared about him. I still didn’t want to see him suffering.

He decided to kick her out and end their relationship. She told us she was leaving. She said she wouldn’t come back because she already made her decision.

For a moment, I thought maybe this was finally the end of a painful chapter.

I thought maybe my dad would finally have time to heal.

The next morning, my lola and lolo came to our house to comfort him. I honestly thought they were there because they wanted to support him, listen to him, and help him process what happened.

But then something happened that I never expected.

Instead of focusing on what happened, instead of talking about the betrayal and the pain my dad was feeling…

The blame suddenly shifted to me and my siblings.

My own father looked at me and made me feel like we were the reason everything happened.

He told us:

“Kasalanan niyong magkakapatid kung bakit nagkaganyan si ______, dahil gusto niya gumanti.”

I don’t think he will ever understand how much that sentence hurt me.

Because imagine hearing that from the person who raised you.

Imagine already dealing with a complicated family situation, already trying your best to accept things, already trying to be understanding…

Then suddenly, the person you love tells you that you are the reason everything went wrong.

I kept asking myself, “Paano naging kasalanan namin?”

How can we be responsible for another adult’s decisions?

How can our boundaries become the reason someone chose to do something wrong?

My siblings and I never tried to destroy their relationship. We never tried to make her life miserable. We never wanted my dad to suffer.

We were just trying to protect ourselves.

We told her before that she doesn’t have the same authority over us because we are his children. We wanted to understand our place. We wanted to feel respected inside our own home.

Because sometimes, people forget that children are also affected by these situations.

We also have feelings.

We also get hurt.

We also need time to accept things.

But somehow, our pain was treated like it was the problem.

My dad kept asking why we couldn’t just accept her. Why we couldn’t treat her like family.

But the thing is…

We tried.

We really tried.

We adjusted ourselves. We stayed quiet about things that hurt us. We accepted situations that were difficult because we knew she mattered to him.

We did things that were uncomfortable because we loved our dad.

But I guess no matter how much we tried, it was never enough.

And what hurt even more was when my lola also sided with him.

That day, I felt so alone.

I cried so much because I felt like nobody was seeing our side. Nobody was asking how we were doing. Nobody was thinking about how painful it was for us too.

Everyone was focused on protecting the adults, but who was protecting us?

The most painful part wasn’t even the money.

It wasn’t even the fact that she came back.

The most painful part was watching my own father defend her after everything.

The same person who hurt him.

The same person who betrayed his trust.

The same person who caused him pain.

He still chose to protect her.

And in the process, he hurt his own children.

He said things to me that I never thought I would hear from him.

Things that a child never forgets.

One of the things that broke me the most was when he said:

“Anak lang kita.”

I don’t think people understand how painful it is to hear that from your own parent.

Because your parents are supposed to be the people who make you feel like you belong.

They are supposed to be your safe place.

But hearing those words from him made me feel so small. It made me question my place in his life. It made me wonder if all the years of loving him, supporting him, and trying to understand him meant anything.

And after everything…

After all the crying.

After all the anger.

After all the pain.

My dad begged her to come back.

And she did.

Now I’m here, sitting with all these feelings that I don’t even know what to do with.

Because I love my dad.

That’s the hardest part.

If I didn’t love him, maybe this wouldn’t hurt this much.

I’m hurt because he is my father. I’m hurt because his words mattered. I’m hurt because a part of me still wishes he would realize how much damage those words caused.

He also said:

“Dahil gusto niyang gumanti kaya kinuha yung pera at walang natira sa akin, kasalanan niyo, lalo na ikaw (binanggit niya name ko) ”

And hearing that made me feel like I was carrying a punishment for something I didn’t even do.

Like I was being blamed for someone else’s choices.

Like I had to apologize for a pain that wasn’t mine to cause.

I don’t hate my dad.

I don’t even hate her.

I’m just tired.

Tired of always being the one expected to understand.

Tired of always being the one expected to adjust.

Tired of feeling like my emotions are less important because I’m “just the child.”

I’m still his daughter.

I still need my dad.

And I don’t know how to heal from being hurt by the same person I wanted comfort from.

Has anyone ever experienced something like this? How do you move forward when your own parent becomes the person who hurt you the most?

I don’t know what I need right now.

Maybe advice.

Maybe someone who understands.

Maybe just a reminder that my feelings are valid too.

Because honestly…

I’m just tired.

Hello. I'm a pharmacy student, and I honestly don't know where else to let this out.

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On Independence Day, June 12, I received the results of my battery exam. I failed.

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It still hurts to type those words.

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I've always been the student who passed. The one people expected to do well. My grandmother always believed in me because I never gave her a reason not to. My parents have always been proud of my academic achievements, and I think that's why this hurts so much. I feel like I let everyone down.

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We were given two weeks to prepare for the exam, and I spent those weeks reviewing every module I could. I sacrificed sleep, pushed myself to study, and genuinely thought I had done enough. But when the results came out, it wasn't enough.

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Since then, I've been crying on and off. I keep staring at the result, hoping it somehow changes. I keep replaying everything in my head, wondering where I went wrong.

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The truth is, a lot has happened over the past year. I lost friends I thought would stay. I lost my motivation and the passion I once had for school. My family has been dealing with problems that have weighed heavily on me. There were days when I was physically present but mentally exhausted. I kept telling myself to stay strong and keep going, but maybe I was carrying more than I realized.

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What hurts the most is that people only see the result. They don't see the sleepless nights, the breakdowns, the pressure, the loneliness, or the battles you fight quietly while trying to survive.

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For the first time in my life, I feel like I failed not just an exam, but the version of myself everyone expected me to be.

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I know failing one exam doesn't define me. At least, that's what everyone says. But right now, it's hard to believe that. Right now, all I feel is disappointment, sadness, and exhaustion.

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I don't know what comes next. I don't know how long it'll take me to recover from this. But I just wanted to tell someone, because keeping it all inside is becoming too heavy.

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If you've ever failed something important, how did you move forward? Because right now, I'm trying my best, but my heart feels completely shattered.

Nagchat po sa'kin yung brother ko. At ito siya.

Hello, sino naglalaro here ng mga steam games (phasmaphobia, pacify, repo, devour, the forest) ? Add meee guys, I want to play na may kasama!! Pls pls pls

Hi, is this their new tactic po? Bukas pa naman due ko. HAHAHAHAH.

Nadadamay na relatives ko, and also nagtataka me natrack niya yung ate ko (kahit naka lock ang profile then nakahide ang number) even though sa additional details ko dun sa OLA hindi ko nilagay contact no. niya, puro backup numbers ko lang. How yun?

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Grabe na, huhu lalo me nagkakanxiety. Mamaya pa naman ako magbabayad dahil due ko is this May 9. Di sila makapagintay.

Hello, how to delete account/history po with supreme money ola po? Like idedelete ko na number ko dun sa app na yun. NEVER AGAIN SA KANILA. Huhu.

Nag gmail sa'kin yung ola na' to (Supreme Money Cash Loan App) even though yung dl pa is tomorrow, help me op'sss 😭 inaanxiety ako

Hello, I'm looking for work po, start agad asap. Pass po sa may fees and invites. Legit po sana. Thank you!