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perfecttimeseleven · 3 years ago

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PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN EP. 7 TRANSCRIPT

ACT TWO SCENE ONE Lights rise on a table and two chairs in an otherwise empty-seeming room. THIEF #1 and THIEF #2 are seated at the table, examining a laptop. They’re both young; even younger than REMINGTON, JAY, and DAISY (think 13 or 14.) They’re unassuming — cute little kids, even — dressed in all black. THIEF #2 (bored) When you said “surprise job for our two-month anniversary”, I thought we’d like, I don’t know, kiss with tongue. THIEF #1 Yeah, but this is just as good. THIEF #2 Do you care about kissing with tongue at all? THIEF #1 Babe, of course I do. I just think -- THIEF #2 It’s just heist after heist all the time. The only thing you don’t seem to care about stealing is my heart. THIEF #1 Babe, it’s what we do. THIEF #2 Besides, it’s a crap job. Robbing a supermarket? A supermarket? That’s the most boring junk I’ve ever heard. THIEF #1 Don’t you trust me? THIEF 2 You’re a bank robber. THIEF 1 You’re a bank robber. THIEF 2 Okay, that’s fair. I just…will this be worth it at all? I know you have trouble grasping the fact that we’re now fricking loaded. We’re not little please-sir orphans snatching heads of lettuce from farmer’s markets anymore. We’ve stepped up our game. What’s so special about this supermarket? THIEF #1 Trust me. This will be an easy, fun night out. What’s not special about it? THIEF #2 Why are we wasting our time? We could be preparing for the Minecraft job. Or kissing with tongue. And…and, and, and…you’re not even taking the proper precautions. I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to get caught robbing a stupid supermarket, of all things. Like imagine it! You get cornered in the...I don’t know, produce aisle or something stupid like that and the headlines are all “two kids got caught stealing from the Shoprite off the highway” — who wants that? (THIEF #1 stands up. 11. Super Supermarket Heist.) THIEF #1 (pointing at the laptop screen) LOOK. ALL RIGHT, WE’VE GOT OUR TARGET HERE. THIS LOCAL SUPERMARKET. YOU KNOW YOUR JOB, YOUR INSTRUCTION — THIEF #2 (standing up) I THINK WE NEED SOME MORE DISCUSSION. THIEF #1 IT’S A QUAINT UNPOPULATED SPOT WE KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT, AND THAT’S NOT A LOT! THIEF #2 WHERE’S THE FUN? WHY NOT GO BIGGER AND PULL OUT ALL THE STOPS THIEF #1 AND PULL THE TRIGGER? THIEF #2 Fine. I guess you have a point. I’ll do it. But you better watch a sweet, romantic movie with me later. THIEF #1 Is it — THIEF #2 Cats 2019. I know you hate it. THIEF #1 Fine. THIEF #1 YEAH, WE’RE GONNA MAKE YOU STOP AND SHOP NOW PUT YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD OR YOU’RE DEAD OH YEAH, THAT’S WHAT WE SAID GRAB THE CASH, THEN DASH OUT THE BACK AROUND THE TRASH THIEF #2 WILL THAT WORK? THIEF #1 (exasperated) JESUS CHRIST! THIEF #1/THIEF #2 A SUPER SUPERMARKET HEIST! WE’RE GONNA MAKE YOU STOP AND SHOP NOW PUT YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD OR YOU’RE DEAD OH YEAH, THAT’S WHAT WE SAID! SIT TIGHT OR WE’LL FIGHT OH, THIS AIN’T THE NIGHT TO BE STUCK UNSUPERVISED IN A SUPER SUPERMARKET HEIST! THIEF #2 YOU KEEP ON SAYING THIS’LL BE A CAKEWALK. ALL OF THIS “NOTHING MUCH AT STAKE” TALK! HOW CAN YOU KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT? WE NEED TO PREPARE FOR ANY THREAT THIEF #1 I’VE GOT INSIDER INFO FROM MY SOURCE. I TRUST HER. SECURITY TONIGHT WILL BE LACKLUSTER. RIGHT NOW, WE WILL JUST SIT TIGHT. AT EIGHT O’CLOCK, WE’LL SHOP RITE! THIEF #1/THIEF #2 WE’RE GONNA MAKE YOU STOP AND SHOP THIEF #1 AND NOT A SINGLE COP WILL SEE, TRUST ME, THIEF #1/THIEF #2 IT’LL BE EASY! GRAB THE CASH, THEN DASH IN AND OUT IN A FLASH! CATCH THEM BY SURPRISE! A SUPER SUPERMARKET HEIST. WE’RE GONNA MAKE YOU STOP AND SHOP NOW PUT YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD OR YOU’RE DEAD OH YEAH, THAT’S WHAT WE SAID! SIT TIGHT OR WE’LL FIGHT OH, THIS AIN’T THE NIGHT TO BE STUCK UNSUPERVISED IN A SUPER SUPERMARKET HEIST! THIEF #2 I just…this is so out of nowhere. We usually plan these together. THIEF #1 I wanted to surprise you. You’ve been so stressed. I didn’t want to add the stress of planning a fun anniversary outing on top of that. THIEF #1 I KNOW

THINGS HAVE BEEN ROUGH — THIEF #2 YOU’RE NOT AN OPEN BOOK. THIEF #1 BUT THAT’S EXACTLY WHY WE CAN’T GIVE UP HOPE AND — THIEF #2 LOOK. WE’VE GONE DOWNHILL. ADMIT IT. IT SURE SHOWS! BANKS WERE OUR TRADE, NOT TRADER JOE’S! THIEF #1 SURE, WE’VE DONE MUCH COOLER JOBS WITHOUT MUCH CONSEQUENCE BUT A SMALL VICTORY WILL BOOST OUR CONFIDENCE! THIEF #2 DOING IT TOGETHER IS WHAT MATTERS MOST TO ME ART MUSEUM OR BANK OR MALL OR…I GUESS GROCERY THIEF #1 Yeah? THIEF #2 Yeah! THIEF #1/THIEF #2 SUPER SUPERMARKET, SUPER SUPERMARKET, SUPER SUPERMARKET, SUPER SUPERMARKET, SUPER SUPERMARKET, SUPER SUPERMARKET, SUPERMARKET HEIST! YEAH, YOU’LL STOP AND SHOP NOW PUT YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD OR YOU’RE DEAD OH YEAH, THAT’S WHAT WE SAID! SIT TIGHT OR WE’LL FIGHT OH, THIS AIN’T THE NIGHT TO BE STUCK UNSUPERVISED IN A SUPER SUPERMARKET HEIST! WE’RE GONNA MAKE YOU STOP AND SHOP NOW PUT YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD OR YOU’RE DEAD OH YEAH, THAT’S WHAT WE SAID! SIT TIGHT OR WE’LL FIGHT OH, THIS AIN’T THE NIGHT TO BE STUCK UNSUPERVISED IN A SUPERMARKET WE’RE ARMED AND DISGUISED IT’S A SUPERMARKET GROSSLY OVERPRICED IT’S A SUPER SUPERMARKET HEIST! (THIEF #1 and THIEF #2 exit.)

ACT TWO

SCENE TWO

The lights rise on REMINGTON and HP. REMINGTON is sitting next to a Dumpster in the back alley behind a restaurant. HP is squatting beside her, picking at a piece of crumpled paper and tossing its remnants into a small trash can that he hugs with one arm. REMINGTON is wearing floral shorts and a tattered, half-tucked in Domino’s employee shirt. HP is still in his original outfit, although he’s ditched the rainbow scarf and his jacket. Those can be seen laying on the other side of the Dumpster, next to the wall in a pile of other fabrics that seem to comprise a makeshift bed. The two kids have a half-empty and surprisingly fresh-looking Domino’s pizza box in front of them. REMINGTON is snacking on one of the last pieces. REMINGTON Okay. I’ve been doin’ some big brain thinking. Superhero names. HP (turning his head sharply from the paper) Hm? REMINGTON Let’s do a little word association, okay? Test the power, the wow-factor that these names hold. Ready? HP Mmkay. I like to word associate. REMINGTON What comes to mind when you hear the word...Flambé? (HP pauses, looking up contemplatively, before turning his head back to REMINGTON.) HP Shrimp? REMINGTON Nooo, like…I don’t know. (takes a bite of the pizza) Doesn’t it sound fancy? Like ain’t it French or something? (receives no reaction from HP) Okay. Okay. How about...the Remedy? HP (squints a little in confusion) What? Like medicines? Medicines and pills and little maggots in bowls? REMINGTON Like, my name is Remington, but there’s not much you can do with Remy or Remington that isn’t Ratatouille — (sees HP’s blank face, gives up) I’ll think of more names. (takes another bite of her pizza) Mm. Domino’s could beat up Papa John in a fight. (HP finishes tearing up the piece of paper and jumps to his feet.) HP Your break is almost over. You need to get back to work. REMINGTON No. The voices hurt. I’m lazy! HP One fire by the end of the day. That is our rule. REMINGTON (reluctantly dropping his half-finished slice in the pizza box) One spark. HP No, one fire. You’ve passed the spark level. (HP offers REMINGTON his hands, which REMINGTON takes. HP effortlessly pulls REMINGTON to her feet.) HP C’mon! It’s easy! (REMINGTON reluctantly unclasps her bracelet and tosses it aside. 12. Perfect Times Eleven.) HP NOW DEEP DOWN, THERE’S A FIRE GROWING STRONG JUST LET THEM HELP YOU SET IT FREE, REMINGTON LONG! IMMERSE YOURSELF IN VOICES, AIM THEIR ENERGY AT ONE SPOT! CAN YOU FEEL YOUR INSIDES SORTA GETTING HOT? REMINGTON Yeah, but it doesn’t feel healthy... HP ONCE YOUR BRAIN WIDENS, GIVE IN TO PRIMAL DRIVES, YOU’LL GAIN ENERGY FROM ALL YOUR PAST LIVES NOT JUST THE ONES YOU HEAR SINGING! REMINGTON What do you mean? HP WHETHER ANIMAL OR HUMAN, THEY WILL BE BRINGING YOU ENERGY! AND THAT’S THE KEY! IT SWELLS UP IN YOUR BRAIN! LET IT PLUMMET DOWN LIKE RAIN ONTO YOUR GOAL HP/REMINGTON THIS ENERGY IN YOU AND ME, ALL OF IT COMES FROM THE MOMENT WE BECOME ONE WITH THE SOUL AND OUR SOULS HAVE BEEN PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN REMINGTON WHICH MAKES US NOW GODS AMONG MEN HP WE COULD BURN AWAY ALL LIFE AND CREATE THE WORLD AGAIN REMINGTON THAT’S A LITTLE EXTREME, BUT SURE, I SUPPOSE. AT LEAST ONCE I'M TRAINED, WE CAN LEAVE THIS TENT BEHIND A DOMINO’S! HP/REMINGTON PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN, A UNIVERSAL LOTTERY WIN! NATURALLY MORE DISPOSED TO FREE THE ENERGY WITHIN! TIME AND SPACE WILL JUMBLE AND CRUMBLE AT MY HAND I’M A GLITCH IN THE MATRIX WITH REALITY AT MY COMMAND! HP STARTING LITTLE FIRES IS THE EASIEST TO MASTER! AFTERWARDS, YOU’LL LEARN TELEKINESIS FASTER TO SET A FIRE, GIVE YOUR SOUL’S ENERGY A TOSS! SCOOP UP A BIT OF THAT TIME AND SPACEY SAUCE THROW IT OUT OF YOURSELF AND JUST LET IT ALL GO THE HUGE AMOUNT OF ENERGY WILL SET SHIT AGLOW AND AFTER YOU CAN GET FUN LITTLE FIRES TO START, MASTERING THE REST OF IT’S THE EASIER PART HP/REMINGTON ‘CAUSE ENERGY IS THE KEY! IT SWELLS UP IN YOUR BRAIN! LET IT PLUMMET DOWN LIKE RAIN ONTO YOUR GOAL THIS ENERGY IN YOU AND ME, ALL OF IT COMES FROM THE MOMENT WE

BECOME ONE WITH THE SOUL AND OUR SOULS HAVE BEEN PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN, THE LUCK OF THE DRAW REMINGTON IS BEING A REALLY GREAT TEACHER ONE OF YOUR POWERS? ‘CAUSE I AM IN AWE. HP WELL, TEACHING YOU’S AS FUN AS MAKING ANIMALS COMBUST! REMINGTON THANK YOU…THAT’S A COMPLIMENT, I TRUST? HP/REMINGTON PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN, A UNIVERSAL LOTTERY WIN! NATURALLY MORE DISPOSED TO FREE THE ENERGY WITHIN! TIME AND SPACE WILL JUMBLE AND CRUMBLE AT MY HAND I’M A GLITCH IN THE MATRIX WITH REALITY AT MY COMMAND! HP Now, concentrate! Feel it build up inside you until every cell of your body feels like it’s screaming! REMINGTON Ahhhh! This shit hurts! HP And let it go! (REMINGTON propels her hands forward in one strenuous motion. There’s a whooshing noise and the inside of the trash can is now impressively aflame.) HP That’s it! REMINGTON That was my best one so far! HP/REMINGTON WE’RE PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN! A ONCE-IN-A-BLUE-MOON CHANCE, WE'RE EXISTENT AND ALIVE AGAINST ALL CIRCUMSTANCE! HP IT’S GREAT TO BE BETTER THAN HUMAN! REMINGTON EH. IT’S OKAY. IT’S GREAT TO LIVE WITH YOU IN THIS ABANDONED ALLEYWAY! HP/REMINGTON PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN, A UNIVERSAL LOTTERY WIN! NATURALLY MORE DISPOSED TO FREE THE ENERGY WITHIN! TIME AND SPACE WILL JUMBLE AND CRUMBLE AT MY HAND I’M A GLITCH IN THE MATRIX WITH REALITY AT MY COMMAND! (REMINGTON, perhaps spurred by the vigor of the musical number, is ready to go apeshit with the fire. She concentrates on the pizza box.) REMINGTON’S VOICES AHH! (She manages to set the pizza box on fire.) HP Yes! Nice! REMINGTON’S VOICES AHH! (REMINGTON manages to start a fire from somewhere inside the Domino’s — we can see a faint flicker through the window.) HP You’re doing so good! REMINGTON’S VOICES AHH! (REMINGTON sets all of the nearby Dumpster’s contents on fire. Spectacular!) HP Fantastic! (REMINGTON victoriously embraces HP, who attempts to spin her around. REMINGTON then takes HP’s hand. They skip around a little/dance giddily amid the blaze.) HP/REMINGTON PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN, A UNIVERSAL LOTTERY WIN! NATURALLY MORE DISPOSED TO FREE THE ENERGY WITHIN! TIME AND SPACE WILL JUMBLE AND CRUMBLE AT MY HAND I’M A GLITCH IN THE MATRIX WITH THE WORLD AT MY COMMAND! (pausing in a triumphant pose center stage) PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN PERFECT TIMES ELEVEN! (REMINGTON and HP freeze in their triumphant pose. Somewhere behind them, a burning piece of cardboard unceremoniously falls out of the Dumpster. Blackout.)

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sayitaliano · 5 years ago

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RANCORE & DJ MYKE - S.U.N.S.H.I.N.E.

Bonus (Palmiro Togliatti’s speech at the beginning of the video): “...il ritmo del lavoro nelle officine è diventato così intenso che esaurisce un uomo nel corso di non molti anni. Ma è accaduto come per le api dell’amaro verso col quale Virgilio accusava i profittatori dell’opera sua: ‘Ricordate, voi fate il miele, o api, ma sono altri che lo colgono'”. “The rhythm of work in the workshops has become so intense that exhausts a man in a time span of not so many years. It has happened as for the bees of the painful (bitter) verse with which Virgil had accused the freeloaders of his work: ‘Remember, you make the honey, dear bees, but others are the ones who grab it’”.

Iniziare non vuol dire che dovrai finire To start (something) it doesn’t mean you’ll have to finish (it) Non mi dire che tu sai predire l'avvenire Don’t tell me you can tell the future L'universo è già nero non si può annerire The Universe is already black it can’t turn black Stupidi quando ci risiamo ad avvilire Stupids when we’re at it again to depress E pure quanta merda devi odorare, un mare And also how much shit you have to smell, a sea Quante piccole bugie devi aderire How many little lies you have to endorse Al fine di adorare nuovi soli To worship new suns Appassiti di luce Faded of light Manichini per chi cuce vestiti da ballerine Mannequins for those who sew dancers’ dresses Fate ridere, belle rime You make (me) laugh, nice rhymes Ma quand'è che inizi a scrivere But when are you going to start writing? Anche quando incidi è difficile decidere di uccidere Even when you’re recording it’s hard to decide to kill Con le parole anche se fai omicidi With words even if you make murders Difficile che un suono come questo possa vivere It’s difficult that a sound like this can live Se non lo vedi come una cosa sola e lo dividi If you don’t see it as a one thing and you split it Ridi, forza, ridi Laugh, come on, laugh Ma c'è chi quando guarda il cielo vede pioggia di meteoriti But there are those that, when they watch the sky, see a one hit wonders’ (meteors’) rain Cerca nella tua testa quella follia Search in your head for that insanity Senza ipocrisia nel richiamo della foresta Without hypocrisy in the call of the wild Densa questa tendenza questa mania Thick this trend this mania Di supremazia Of supremacy Qui nessuno ne vive senza Here nobody lives without it Morti, siamo rinati Dead, we’re born again Nel tempo di una sigaretta In a cigarette’s time (in the same amount of time you need to smoke a cigarette) Siamo tornati, c'era la messa We’re back, there was Mass Essere belli come il sole non serve To be as beautiful as the sun isn’t necessary Se non brilli più di luce riflessa, perché If you don’t ride someone’s coattails (lit.=to shine of reflected light), because

Dopo essere stati in luoghi ormai devastati After having been in now devastated places Dove non senti i piedi dove non batte neanche il sole Where you don’t feel your feet where not even the sun shines Dove devi generare un sole che sennò non vedi where you have to create a sun that you cannot see otherwise Essere nati, essere programmati, essere schiavi To be born, to be programmed, to be slaves Rasserenati dall'amare il sole, Cheered up by the love for the sun Tu non devi venerare il sole ma la luce che vedi You don’t have to idolize the sun but the light you see Luce tu curi i mali di chi lo vuole Light you cure the sufferings of those who want that Conduci nei tuoi viali finchè si muore You lead (us) in your boulevards until we die Ti arrampichi all'orizzonte fai scavalcare il sole, You climb up you let the horizon (future) climb over the sun Oltre questi pianeti Beyond these planets Tanto per quanta forza è nella tua voce Still for how much strenght it’s in your voice è lenta la luce ha fretta ed è più veloce it’s slow the light is in a hurry it is faster

Chiedi alla luce di spingere il sole oltre queste pareti Ask the light to push the sun beyond these planets

Basta un interruttore che vedi un sole You just need a switch to see a sun Ma chiuso dentro le stanze della città But closed inside the rooms of the city Tanto per quanta fretta hanno le persone qua Still for how much in a hurry are the people here Basterà pure un sole fatto a metà It will be enough also a sun half made Troppa la depressione Too much (is) the depression Attento prima che ti butti, meglio che smetti, per carità Careful before you throw yourself, it’s better if you stop, God forbid Forse ultimamente è drogato anche l'amore Maybe lately even love is drugged Davanti a tutti si fa It takes drugs in front of everybody (slang “farsi” = to take drugs) Case, chiusi in case eppure aumenta l'insicurezza Houses, closed inside homes yet insecurity grows E si ruba l'identità And it steals (your) identity Sai ogni frase gira seguento un onda You know each sentence runs following a wave Che tornerà perché il mondo è rotondità That will come back because the world is roundedness Dai come vivi senza colpevolezza Come on how do you live without awareness Se hai consapevolezza della realtà If you are aware of reality Mike dammi una base che io ci scrivo un’altezza, Mike give me a base so I will write a pitch on it Li colpiremo in profondità We’ll hit them in the deep (base/altezza/profondità as in geometry base/height/depth) Scappo nel bene, nuoto tra le balene I run away in the good, I swim among whales Tappo il naso, in verità che nota ha la libertà I plug my nose, in truth what is the note of freedom Tanto viene come viene questa vita si sa Still whatever happens (lit.=comes as it comes) in this life we know Poi con l'età supererà la superficialità Then by aging we’ll overcome superficiality Meglio non vivere una super felicità It’s better not to live a super happiness Se ti controllano come un computer con facilità If they control you as a computer with ease I nostri veri padri chi ce li ridà Who will give us back our real fathers Meglio nulla che ereditare aridità It’s better to inherit nothing than aridity Urla non è musica per questo volare Shout it’s not music for this fly Nella fase del problema cardiovascolare In the cardiovascular problem’s stage Questa musica ci fa sgolare This music makes us hoarse La metrica è la verità The metric is the truth E la tua numerica rapidità And your numerical speed Se le idee non necessitano avidità If ideas don’t need greed Ed un sole non è certo avido di luminosità And a sun is not hungry for brilliance for sure

Sembriamo frutto di attentati dall'aldilà We look like the outcome of aggressions from the afterworld Quasi tutti modificati nel DNA Almost everyone modified in the DNA

Tanto per quanta forza è nella tua voce Still for how much strenght it’s in your voice è lenta la luce ha fretta ed è più veloce it’s slow the light is in a hurry it is faster Chiedi alla luce di spingere il sole oltre queste pareti Ask the light to push the sun beyond these planets

Iniziare non vuol dire che dovrai finire To start (something) it doesn’t mean you’ll have to finish (it) Non mi dire che tu sai predire l'avvenire Don’t tell me you can tell the future Solo sangue, scende il cielo nero vinile mentre Only blood, the black vinyl sky descends while Una biro collegata sputa la bile A connected biro spits bile E sognare non vuol dire che stai li a dormire and dreaming doesn’t mean you’re (laying) there sleeping Essere per strada non è stare in un cortile To be on the road it’s not like staying in a courtyard In fondo noi siamo bravi a farci capire after all we’re good at letting others understand us Tu continua a guardare l'artista e non quanto è abile You keep watching the artist and not how much s/he’s good A usare puntine e pu-pu-puntare alle rime at using stylus and a-a-aiming for rhymes Che è come uccidere ma non essere mai condannabile that is like killing but never be condemnable Fino alla fine, per questo fino alla fine la musica sarà il gonfiabile Until the end, for this reason until the end music will be the inflatable Noi il gas infiammabile We (will be) the inflammable gas Fuoco oltre le linee cosa divide un confine cosa deprime le nostre vite Fire beyond the lines what does splits a border what does depresses our lives È un gioco con due dischi potrà sembrarti poco It’s a game with two disks it might not look like much to you Ma ti porterà in un altro luogo But it will take you somewhere else Dite quello che dite Say what you say Viviamo come in una giungla di deficienti sempre più folta We live like in a jungle of idiots everyday more dense Da quando la lista dei tuoi sogni è diventata più lunga Since when the list of your dreams has become longer Qui la lista della spesa è più corta Here the list of the grocery shop is shorter

Ride la gente ride, non ascolta Laugh people laugh, they don’t listen Cercano una penombra che nasconda They search for a dim light that hides (them) Si alzano i gradi, la testa è sgombra Levels grow, the head (mind) is clear Ma è pronta per una protesta per te But it is ready for a protest for you

Ghiaccio, sui tetti di questo villaggio Ice, on the roofs of this village Adagio si scioglie non ne resterà un stralcio Slowly it melts not even a shred will stay Squarcio tra nuvole e poi sbuca un raggio Laceration between the clouds and then a ray appears Assumo coraggio per stare qua giù I take on courage to stay down here Ghiaccio, sui tetti di questo villaggio Ice, on the roofs of this village Adagio si scioglie non ne resterà un stralcio Slowly it melts not even a shred will stay Squarcio tra nuvole e poi sbuca un raggio Laceration between the clouds and then a ray appears Assumo coraggio per stare qua giù I take on courage to stay down here Giù giù... per stare qua giù Down down... to stay down here Tanto per quanta forza è nella tua voce (per stare qua giù) Still for how much strenght it’s in your voice (to stay down here) Conta la luce ha fretta ed è più veloce (per stare qua giù) Consider the light is in a hurry and it’s faster (to stay down here) Luce che curi i mali di chi lo vuole (per stare qua giù) Light that cure the sufferings of those who want that (to stay down here) Porti nei tuoi viali finche si muore (per stare qua giù) You carry (us) in your boulevards until we die (to stay down here) Tanto per quanta forza è nella tua voce (per stare qua giù) Still for how much strenght it’s in your voice (to stay down here) Conta la luce ha fretta ed è più veloce (per stare qua giù) Consider the light is in a hurry and it’s faster (to stay down here) Giù giù... per stare qua giù Down down... to stay down here Per stare qua giù To stay down here

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cyclist-of-guilt · 4 years ago

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NoiShin for the latest ship ask me. Go all out, my friend.

Thanks friend you know what I need and want.

General:

How long will they last? - Till Hell freeze

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - fucking lightspeed but both are too dumb to realise

How was their first kiss? - I guess it was when she was healing him after he took the explosion on himself so dramatic as FUCK

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Noi as a joke about how they can’t form contracts since Chidurama is gone and maybe then should go human way. Shin panicked and has no idea how they ended up legally married (as opposed to their usual married couple without knowing they're married for years selfs).

Who is the best man/men? - Shin has no friends so he either asked Fujita (who would break down crying), Chota (he’s crying too but less than Fujita) or Shou-san (best idea only person with brain cells in the family). En insists it should be him.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - of course Ebisu who is dressed af, Turkey who is very supportive but still wears the ugglies shoes to wedding and Nikaido who has no fucking idea why she should go

Who did the most planning? - En (his plan involve an accident to happen to Shin) and Chota let’s be real

Who stressed the most? -Fujita Shin

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck (if only they are responsible for planning)| 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (If Chota and En gets their way)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - En obviously but he sneaked in as Kikurage or Chota’s companion,

Sex:

Who is on top? - Noi

Who is the one to instigate things? - Noi, Shin is shy boy

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - we know they can go killing for days so I guess LONG ASS TIME (pun intended)

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - YES (not only if Noi is in hard dom mode)

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory (but not in public)

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - oh god on one hand their biological kids would be beautiful cute little monsters but on the other we already have Ebisu as example why they shouldn’t be allowed to look after kids. So maybe 1 since they both are single kids

How many children will they adopt? - 1.I think this is way how they actually could have kids like they find some powerful half-magic user kid or kid that became orphan after the rain

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -Shin

Who is the stricter parent? - Shin

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - neither lmao they teach their kid what they know the best

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Shin

Who is the more loved parent? - idk

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Shin who made sure to wear shirt with more subtle blood splatters on to assert dominance

Who cried the most at graduation? -Shin but he denies it he has mask on you can’t prove shit

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - uncle En is the law so Noi would be so proud

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? -Shin he at least knows some cooking that his dad teached him, Noi is Ojou-sama she has chiefs to do it for her

Who is the most picky in their food choice? -neither they can eat trash if it's deep fried

Who does the grocery shopping? - neither they live in mansion after all

How often do they bake desserts? - maybe younger Shin tried to learn to bake to surprise Noi but it turned out horrible so he gave up

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - they need a lot of proteins

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Shin since he at least remembers anniversaries

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Noi

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? -Noi

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - both in turns

Who is really against chores? - neither they’are both pretty well functioning adults for adrenaline junkies

Who cleans up after the pets? - Shin. GuraGura is his dog

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Noi

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - neither

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Shin

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Noi

Who takes the dog out for a walk? -both but Shin more frequently

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays damneddays? - Neither they’re here to get free food and go home to chill

What are their goals for the relationship? - be together forever and fight strong enemies

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - they work at night so both

Who plays the most pranks? - Noi

#reply #gooberinomcgee

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reesewestonarchive · 6 years ago

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chapter seven / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

Twenty five cents seems so much heavier than it should. A weight in his pocket, in his palm, and Nakoa knows getting the heaviness from him will only make him feel better, but…

He still can’t pick up the receiver.

Rain pelts against the side of the phone booth, and Nakoa shivers. Across the street, Rem sits in the van, his feet kicked up on the dashboard, smoking. Nakoa can just barely make him out through the foggy window panes.

They haven’t talked all morning. Not even so much as a hello.

With shaking fingers, Nakoa drops the coins into the payphone and lifts the receiver. Dials home, and waits.

If his father picks up, Nakoa will hang up. He’ll return to the car, he’ll ride off into the sunset with Rem. If his father picks up, Nakoa won’t listen, won’t even speak. He’ll let the fucker wonder.

“Hello?”

It’s his mother. Nakoa’s heart clenches, nausea twists his stomach into knots. He voice cracks a, “Mom?” and he feels twelve years old again, the first time Michael hit him. Donna says nothing, though, so Nakoa says, “Did I lose you…?”

“No, one moment, let me get a pad…” Then, distantly, “Just someone from work, Michael, I’ll take this in the other room.”

Relief spreads through his veins, and his eyes burn with unshed tears. She’s keeping him from Michael, and—he chokes out a laugh. Thinks if she’s stood up for him years ago, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Nakoa,” she says, her voice watery and weak. “Are you okay? I won’t ask where you are, but are you okay? Do you need money? I can—” She pauses. “I don’t know how I would get it to you, but I /could/, sweetheart, I could.”

Nakoa grips the receiver, closes his eyes tight against the onslaught of tears. Fuck. “I didn’t—No, Mom, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

A sigh of relief. “Now I know you’re safe, yes.” Another pause. “Why did you leave?”

“Don’t—this isn’t. I’m not—” He leans his head against the phone box. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I miss you so much,” Donna says. It feels like Michael’s hands around his throat, hearing her words. “I wish you would come home.”

“I can’t. You know I can’t.” He swallows. “I just wanted to let you know I’m okay. Okay?”

“You’ll visit, though, won’t you?”

Fear grips him tight around the throat. “No—I can’t—” Once upon a time, Nakoa thought maybe he’d never get out of his father’s sight. Now that he has, the idea of ever seeing him again…

He looks back at the van, at Rem playing air guitar in the driver’s seat. “I’ll—I’ll call again, okay?”

“Nakoa, wait!” Donna hesitates, then says, “He has people looking for you. You know your father is an influential man, I just… please be careful.”

People—why the fuck would Michael care about it. Why would he waste resources on finding his own fuck up of a son?

Nakoa shakes, anxiety rocking him apart. “I gotta go. Love you, bye.”

He slams the phone down in its cradle harder than he needs to, steps out of the phone box, and stumbles to the van. The rain’s at a downpour now, and when Nakoa climbs in the passenger seat, next to Rem, he’s soaked.

“How’d it go?” Rem asks, turning down the music. Then, seeing Nakoa’s expression, asks, “Hey, what the fuck—what’s wrong?”

Nakoa’s throat feels tight, tears burning at the corner of his eyes again. He blinks, says, “Nothing,” but then Rem’s hand is on his shoulder and Nakoa breaks.

His sobs are silent, quiet things sung to the backdrop of The Cure, and Rem pulls Nakoa into a hug, awkward from the angle but no less appreciated. He speaks against Nakoa’s ears, but the blood roars too loudly in his ears to be heard.

Searching for him. Nakoa thinks about the stories Rem’s told him, about the guy with a bat, the windshield, and, when he can speak, Nakoa asks, “Did you know?”

“Know what?” But Rem sounds sufficiently confused, and Nakoa doesn’t want to believe he’d lie to him, so he decides he doesn’t believe it. “Hey.”

Nakoa doesn’t look at him. Thinks back to all the stupid shit he’s said and done, the mixtape, leaving in the first place without a plan. “Rem.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” His voice is soft, and in the storm, Nakoa thinks this is the safest he’s ever felt. Locked away from the world in Rem’s arms.

Maybe it’s how lost he feels, maybe it’s Rem’s breath warm against his neck, but Nakoa still feels safe enough to say, “I think I’m in love with you.”

It doesn’t hurt to say them. Nakoa’s not sure if it’s because he already hurts so much, another piece of it won’t make it worse, or if it’s…

Rem’a lips brush against his neck, soft, softer than Nakoa’s used to from him, but he says nothing. After their morning, Nakoa’s surprised by his closeness, surprised by how easily he came to Nakoa, but.

“I’m an idiot,” Rem says.

Nakoa blinks. “That’s not exactly the response a guy wants to hear.” Rem laughs. “Neither is that.”

“It’s not… badly received, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Rem clears his throat, pulls away. “…you’re…that’s…”

“I wasn’t going to say it,” Nakoa says. “That’s what the tape was for. Kind of let you figure it out on your own.” Without Rem’s body heat, the van’s cold. Nakoa reaches for the knob for the heater, fingers shaking again. “I didn’t wanna fuck this up.”

Rem’s voice is soft when he says, “You wouldn’t have fucked it up. Hell, if I haven’t fucked it up…”

But commitment’s a different storm than… whatever it is they’ve been doing. Intertwined, but Nakoa knows the feelings he gets from Rem, but he’s wanted to fuck plenty of people. Rem goes farther than that.

He always has.

“Hey,” Rem says, knocking his elbow against Nakoa’s. “We’ll figure this out. That’s what we do, right?”

Figure it out. A weight settles in Nakoa’s chest. “Right.” He turns away. The van no longer feels like home, but like a prison. Maybe he was better off at home, under Michael’s thumb, or…

With a frustrated sigh, Rem says, “I’m not. I don’t mean—”

“Can we just not talk about it? Forget I said anything.”

“I can’t say it back.” Rem gives a frustrated groan. “I’ll get there, okay, I will. Just, this is important. You’re important.”

Nakoa certainly doesn’t feel that way. He clears his throat, wipes a hand down his face, and says, “Can we just go?”

He splurges for a hotel on the coast. It takes half of what Nakoa has left, but it’s worth it for two nights of the view of the ocean, for two nights with the salty breeze.

For two nights of Rem getting decent rest in his own bed.

They arrive at 9am to the hotel. Nakoa’s kept his distance for a while, after his accidental confession, and he hasn’t touched Rem without being touched since. He’s passed out in the passenger seat, instead of sleeping with Rem on the mattress, because the closeness feels wrong in the aftermath of Nakoa’s words.

But he steps out of the van and closes his eyes at the wind coming off the ocean, and feels peace. Water droplets spray his face, and Nakoa imagines what it might be like to drift away on waves like these, away from Michael, from money and the concern of where they’re going to sleep next.

Rem takes two towels from their room for the beach, and Nakoa disappears with a fake ID to the nearest liquor st to surprise him with a bottle of whiskey.

“Aw,” Rem says, twisting the top off. Behind him a sign reads, NO ALCOHOL ON BEACH. Rem downs half the small bottle and hands the rest to Nakoa. “You spoil me.”

Nakoa shrugs, downs the rest of it.

With the people around, Nakoa keeps to himself a little more, thankful for the excuse. Still, Rem has other ideas. “No one knows us here,” Rem says, against Nakoa’s neck. “We could fuck on the beach if you wanted.”

“And get thrown into jail?” Nakoa snorts. “Actually, fucking you might be worth the public indecency charge.”

Rem’s mouth is warm at his neck, sends shivers down Nakoa’s spine. “You think you can take me?” His voice is low, rough against Nakoa’s ear.

“Bold words,” Nakoa says, but instead of turning around and pulling him into a kiss, Nakoa elbows him in the ribs and ducks away, laughing as he takes off down the beach.

They settle, finally, a good distance away from the others. Nakoa slathers sunscreen across Rem’s back after he writes ‘fuck me’ with the lotion, feels the reverberation of Rem’s voice against his own hands as Rem speaks.

“I thought we could head back through the mountains, right? Montana, then through North Dakota.”

Nakoa wants to tell him they should go back to Colorado, but the place still has Nakoa checking over his shoulder, so maybe not. Maybe this is best, this haphazard map searching.

“Maybe settle in for a week somewhere,” Rem says. “Get a job or something.”

“You mean I get a job. When was the last time you held down anything?”

Rem shoots him a look over his shoulder, reaching for the lotion. “Depends. When was the last time I fucked you?” He pushes Nakoa back against the towel, bites at his neck. “I miss handcuffs.”

Through the fog building in his head and the heat building in his stomach, Nakoa says, “You lost the keys last time!”

“They were plastic!”

“You had to cut me out of them with wire cutters,” Nakoa says, but he’s grinning. Rem’s pressing kisses along his torso as he goes down, his hands holding him up, sinking into the sand. Nakoa really doesn’t want sand in his business anymore than strictly necessary. “I’d rather not be locked up and at your mercy for the rest of my life.”

“No?”

“Gotta have my fun too, don’t I?” For a few seconds, he just stares into Rem’s eyes, hoping, searching… until Rem pulls back with a goofy grin, and the world rights itself.

“What?” Rem’s eyes are shining.

Nakoa shrugs. “Nothing, just…” His gaze drifts, over Rem’s eyes, his hair, his tattoos—down the horizon, down the beach, across the water. From their spot in the sand, it’s hard to see anyone at all. They’re almost completely hidden by a small spot on the beach which is hidden by rocks. Rem has a mischievous glint in his eye, and he unbuttons Nakoa’s jeans, fingers moving so slow Nakoa can barely handle it, before Nakoa shoves him away with a laugh.

“Come on!”

“I’m not fucking you here,” Nakoa says, grinning like a fucking fool at Rem. He thinks about the mixtape, about Rem’s response. He thinks about what Rem had said about not being able to say it back.

He thinks about Rem, about how much Nakoa does love him, in spite of his bullshit, in spite of the shitty things that he drags them through.

Nakoa’s hands ache for a joint, and all he wants to do is get high and fuck, slow and leisurely, until Nakoa’s not sure where he ends and Rem begins, but Rem, here, sober and smiling and pleased…

He’ll take it.

Rem covers him in sunscreen and presses open mouthed kisses along Nakoa’s shoulders, then pulls him up against a rock and leans against one of the shadowed sides. Sunglasses sit atop Rem’s nose, blocking out the sun. He’s already turning red, though, Rem.

With a longing glance towards the water, Nakoa crawls up to lie beside Rem. He sinks into the warm sand, like a backrub against his muscles, cramped from the van. If he lifts his head, just a little, he sees Rem.

The warmth, the breeze, the distant sound of kids playing. Rem sitting at his feet, his breathing quiet and steady.

It’s more like this than it isn’t, but it’s still not often enough that Nakoa won’t take the brief respite from the bullshit.

Nakoa dozes. Dreams of small ocean-side cottages and sex in motel rooms, in resorts. Working at a job he doesn’t hate, of Rem’s smile and his laugh and the cadence to his voice when he’s trying to turn Nakoa on (so, always).

When he wakes, Rem’s fucking with a Walkman, fumbling tapes between his fingers. “Hey,” he says, nudging Nakoa with his foot. “Come here.”

So Nakoa goes, because he always goes, settles in between Rem’s legs, his back to Rem’s chest, and waits for Rem to plop the Walkman in his lap. Rem shoves the headphones on over Nakoa’s ears and says, “Listen. Yeah?”

His hand brushes down along Nakoa’s arm, and, after hesitating for just a second, Rem presses play.

#road to nowhere au #my writing #I forgot about this oops #I mean I've been writing it #but I forgot about it

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kyosplosion · 6 years ago

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e y y y y it’s one of these

tagged by: @darkduelist25

Nickname: kyog, kyo, nikki, nik

Zodiac: a r i e s

Height: like 6 feet idk lol

Hogwarts House: SLYTHERIN 4 LYFE Y’ALL

The last thing you googled: “the nyancave”. i’ve started watching a lot of their content, since i love group let’s play channels

Favorite Musician: mili! i love mili. they’ve got such a variety of music and their lyrics are all over the place

Song Stuck in my Head: “nasty majesty” by off the hook

Following Now: 414

Followers: 897

Do I get asks: ...occasionally. sometimes they relate to the ask blog i have on indefinite hiatus, other times they’re more on-topic

Usual amount of sleep: 8-9 hours. any less and i fucking die

Lucky number: 3

What I’m wearing: a black-and-grey sweater. shorts. leggings with rose-gold appliqué at the bottom

Dream Trip: hm. i’ve already been to japan, which was my previous choice..... uhhhhhh maybe to some bigger conventions? something simple

Favorite Food: .......fresh-made taiyaki?????

Instruments: i know how to play the violin, but.... it’s been probably 9 years since i’ve played lmao

Languages: english, very rusty italian, slightly rusty japanese

Favorite Songs: well.....

songs with lyrics: “with a billion worldful of <3″ by mili, “mushrooms” by mili, “marigold” by m2u, “BOOMBAYAH” by BLΛƆKPIИK, “electric shock” by f(x), “electron” by yuk cheung chun, “the fallen bloom” by hoskey, “ECHO” by gumi

songs without lyrics: “lune” by m2u x NICODE, “anxiety” by lena raine, “mr. monokuma’s extracurricular lesson” by masafumi takada, “vim & vigor (bbs ver.)” by yoko shimomura, “noi! the clara dolls” by yuki kajiura, “memory of tragedy” by yasuharu takanashi, “the creator and the alchemist” by tomohito nishiura

etc etc etc........ there’s a lot of songs i love hahahaha

Random Fact: i bought a number of mangas while i was in japan..... and then set them on my bookshelf and still haven’t read all of them ;;;;;;

Aesthetics: space, magical girls, simplicity, cute things

i refuse to tag because i’m a lazy fuck lmao

#about kyo

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kevinscottgardens · 2 years ago

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3 au 9 octobre 2022

Monday morning all the gardeners at l’Orangerie sat down with M. for a little meeting to plan winter jobs. Disappointingly Couli decided not to join us. It was polite. It was the closest I’ve been to the two groundskeepers in a very long time. We all know the olive harvest is looming as well...

Monday afternoon I met up with Emma, from CPG, in Antibes for a few hours; it was so great to see her. While we were walking around, we found several streets that had put a lot of effort to green them up, including an Euphorbia milii, that was a surprise.

That evening I watched a KMIS presentation on bonsais; oh how I miss those Monday gatherings in the Jodrell. After that was my monthly Quinta meeting.

I took a day of TOIL to join Dedereck on a Mediterranean Gardens France excursion to two gardens. I took the train to meet him and he drove. We visited Le Jardin du Réal in Puget Ville and Le Jardin exotique du Château Noir, a private garden, in Giens. I was asked to write a blurb about the visit which can be found here : https://mediterraneangardening.fr/october-octobre-2022visits-to-gardens-in-puget-ville-and-giens-var/

Ann and friend arrived at mine while we were driving back. Conveniently André and Denis were returning my car so Ann drove them home and then had a house key. Ann was super kind and came to collect me and my trottinnette at Carrefour. There are just too many steep hills between there and home for it. We had a nice catch up and I heard all about their week in Italy. Then we headed up to Biot for dinner. The food was great, as expected; however, the service was appalling. Thankfully some of the kitchen staff realised this and tried to make things go a bit smoother.

Wednesday I finished cutting down all the Iris unguicularis. Then I dug up an electrical cable that was only in a shallow trench connecting my garage to the mains. I had a good chat with Alek and he is sending a friend of his to see the garden next week. I also planted a dozen more white Cyclamen hederifolium around the sanglier statue. Hopefully these will survive. There were four flowers from last year’s planting. I had a good catch up with Ginny in the evening.

Thursday and Friday I started planting bulbs, lots of bulbs. I’m planting Tulipa, Narcissus, Galanthus and Silla to put on a spring show. I’m planting : Tulipa saxatilis, Tulipa sylvestris, Tulipa turkestanica and Tulipa urumiensis as well as Narcissus ‘Angel’s Breath, Narcissus ‘Cheerfulness’, Narcissus bulbocodium ‘Mary Poppins’, Narcissus ‘Sinopel’, Narcissus ‘Tête-à-Tête’. I also found a few spots for Galanthus elwesii, Galanthus woronowii, and Scilla mischtschenkoana one of the first bulb names I had to learn at Kew.

I also played chauffeur to M. to the golf course and to the airport. I always enjoy doing something different, to keep my days interesting. He gave me a bottle of Puligny-Montrachet Les Meix from Burgundy; it was amazing.

Friday evening I went over to see Ilze and Daniela’s new place and trimmed their olive tree. It was a fun evening.

Saturday morning I couldn’t sleep, so at 05.30 I started roasting aubergines to make baba ghanoush, then roasted a chicken for a barbecue in the afternoon and baked a cake. It rained a bit while I was finally catching up on all my outstanding blog posts. Any rain is very welcome. Then, Mandy, Denis, Andre, Kim, Sophie and her mum all came over for what was supposed to be a barbecue on the beach. We had a great evening at mine instead.

Sunday I headed up to see Beth and David for a really nice afternoon, even with all the rain. They are still working to create a botanic garden of plants from Alpes-Maritimes.

Plant of the week

Euphorbiaceae Euphorbia milii Des Moul.

common name(s) - crown of thorns, Christ plant, Christ thorn synonym(s) - Homotypic : Euphorbia breonii Nois., nom. illeg.; Euphorbia milii var. breonii (Nois.) Ursch & Leandri; Heterotypic : Euphorbia bojeri Hook.; Euphorbia bojeri var. mucronulata Ram.Goyena; Euphorbia milii f. lutea Leandri; Euphorbia milii var. milii; Euphorbia splendens var. bojeri (Hook.) Costantin & Gallaud; Euphorbia splendens subsp. bojeri (Hook.) Denis; Sterigmanthe bojeri (Hook.) Klotzsch & Garcke; Tumalis bojeri (Hook.) Raf. conservation rating - Least Concern native to - Madagascar location - vieille ville Antibes leaves - straight, slender, densely spiny, up to 30mm long, help it scramble over other plants; fleshy, green leaves are found mainly on new growth, and are up to 35mm long and 15mm broad flowers - small, subtended by a pair of conspicuous petal-like bracts, variably red, pink or white, up to 12 mm broad; all year fruit - capsule 3-lobed-ovoid, ca. 3.5 × 4 mm, smooth and glabrous; seeds ovoid-terete, ca. 2.5 × 2 mm, grey-brown, reticulate; caruncle absent; all year habit - evergreen woody succulent subshrub or shrub, loose in form, growing to 1.8m tall habitat - grows on a variety of bush and forest habitats, but always on rocks (usually granite formations) from center, southern and western Madagascar at an elevation of between 20–1609 m pests - generally pest-free disease - generally disease-free hardiness - to 10ºC (H1b) soil - dry to medium moisture, well-drained soils sun - full sun; in hot summer climates, provide the plant with midday shade and moderate moisture for better flower bloom propagation - seed as soon as ripe, annually in spring gives a better flowering display that year; also keeps growth in check and improves overall plant health pruning - dead, damaged, shaping nomenclature - Euphorbiaceae - Euphorbia - for Euphorbus, physician to the King of Mauritania, who used the latex of a spurge for medicinal purposes; milii - commemorates Baron Milius, once Governor of Réunion, who introduced the species to France in 1821

References :

Gledhill, David, (2008) “The Names of Plants”, fourth edition; Cambridge University Press; ISBN: 978-0-52168-553-5

IUCN [online] https://www.iucnredlist.org/species/44389/153299391 [13 Nov 22]

North Carolina State Extension [online] https://plants.ces.ncsu.edu/plants/euphorbia-milii/ [13 Nov 22]

Plants of the World [online] https://powo.science.kew.org/taxon/urn:lsid:ipni.org:names:347359-1 [13 Nov 22]

Royal Horticultural Society [online] https://www.rhs.org.uk/plants/32739/euphorbia-milii/details [13 Nov 22]

Wikipedia [online] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euphorbia_milii [13 Nov 22]

World Flora Online [online] http://www.worldfloraonline.org/taxon/wfo-0000963364 [13 Nov 22]

#Euphorbia milii

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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Raya and the Last Dragon Ending Explained

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This Raya and the Last Dragon article contains spoilers. You can read our spoiler-free review here.

It almost didn’t end this way. For a brief moment during the climax of Raya and the Last Dragon, it felt like we were a million miles away from any kind of peace. And when Raya (Kelly Marie Tran) marched up the steps of Fang’s parameters in search of Namaari (Gemma Chan), I doubt there was a single viewer who didn’t share her anger—and maybe her thirst for revenge.

Minutes before this sequence, Raya had once again extended the olive branch to her rival and former friend, and once again been betrayed. In their childhood, Namaari had double-crossed Raya once, leading to the disaster that broke the Dragon Gem and unleashed the Druun. Even so, Raya was willing to let that pain (mostly) go. She listened to Sisu (Awkwafina), the lovable and kind-hearted dragon who convinced Raya to look past that memory and once more attempt to find peace with Namaari. For the good of Kumandra.

And, yet again, Namaari deceived Raya by acting conciliatory before pulling a crossbow on her rival and Sisu. Admittedly, neither Raya nor the dragon had any way to realize how conflicted Namaari was about this, or how Namaari’s mother put her up to this treachery, convincing the daughter that Fang only needed Sisu and the Dragon Gem to survive. Not unity. Not peace. Raya probably wasn’t even fully aware it was an accident when Namaari pulled the trigger, killing Sisu. But we did. And even then, it was still too easy to side with Raya’s rage as she approached Namaari in the climax with red in her eyes.

Narmaari is Not a Disney Villain

It would have been simple for the filmmakers to make Namaari the villain. A lesser version of this same story most certainly would have. A storyteller doesn’t have to empathize with Namaari’s itchy trigger finger, or sympathize with her motivations to act selfishly out of a sense of duty. And this is fiction. In our real world, it seems harder every day for people to see each other, flaws and all, for the shared humanity underneath. Why would a Disney movie need to appreciate such nuance?

Nevertheless, Raya and the Last Dragon takes Namaari and Fang to the precipice of being irredeemable, even as it refuses to cross the thin line into Disney Villain territory.

Namaari is an antagonist, to be certain, but there are no villains in Raya and the Last Dragon. The power of its ending comes from getting everyone—including the audience—to see that despite justifiable grievances, we’re not dealing with cartoon characters.

Hence how in a few minutes, we can go from Raya and Namaari having a climactic showdown worthy of a grand martial arts movie to Raya then essentially giving her life to a failed dream of reconciliation; reconciliation between herself and Namaari, and reconciliation between the five disparate communities of Kumandra who’ve long forgotten that the same river runs through each of their villages, and the same water races through all of their blood.

Sisu knew this though. Coming from a different era, one before polarization had turned so toxic in Kumandra, Sisu recalls the day that made her name legendary. When we first meet the adorkable dragon, she’s too modestly self-effacing about how she helped save the world.

“Have you ever done like a group project and there’s that one kid who didn’t pitch in as much but still ended up with the same grade?” Sisu confesses. And yet, as we later see in the movie, it was a group effort in which every dragon played their part that defeated the Druun 500 years ago, including Sisu.

In a flashback, we see Sisu’s older brother use the same river water that is the lifeblood of Kumandra to make the first portion of what became the Dragon Gem. “I don’t know why they chose me,” Sisu says, “it could have been any of us. All I know is they trusted me, and I trusted them. When they put their faith in me, it empowered me beyond anything I can imagine.” Their faith in Sisu, the presumably younger and less self-assured dragon, gave her the resolve to use their combined magic to banish the Druun from Kumandra.

The Dragons Return & Sisu is Reunited With Her Family

Learning from Sisu’s lesson, even after seeing her father’s good diplomacy lead to his seeming death, and then Sisu goes the same way, Raya ultimately makes the choice to again put her faith in unity while the Druun surrounds her and a motley crew of erstwhile representatives from each of Kumandra’s warring regions: Raya from Heart, Boun from Tail, Little Noi from Talon, Tong from Spine… and Namaari from Fang.

No one else can or has good reason to make peace with Namaari. Even in the face of armageddon, giving up their individual Dragon Gem shards would mean certain death, and Namaari’s crossbow put them in this situation. Yet Raya can perhaps see herself still in her rival, who just lost a parent to the Druun like Raya did five years earlier. Also like Raya, Namarri is scared to see beyond her personal grievances. It’s in that moment Raya realizes this isn’t about magic; it’s about trust.

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“Let me take the first step,” Raya says while handing off the Dragon Gem shard she’s been carrying around for half a decade. In this action, she sacrifices herself to the idea of a better, less polarized world. In many ways, it mirrors another iconic sacrifice in a Disney movie, with Anna seemingly giving her life to protect Elsa at the end of Frozen, turning to ice in an act of true sisterly love. However, what Raya does is even harder: She gives her life for an idea, and puts faith in someone who’s let her repeatedly down in the worst, most traumatizing ways.

It gives Namaari the impetus to reunite the pieces of the Dragon Gem and, this being a Disney movie, save her life and the lives of all others who’ve been turned to stone, including the dragons.

The Message of Raya and the Last Dragon

It’s perhaps a predictable ending. It’s also nonetheless poignant. Parents and children, adults and adolescents, all can relate to the feeling of alienation and justified distrust. It can be as big on the macro level as world leaders failing to pass a binding resolution that might save lives, and as micro as, well, the kid you can’t expect to do their share of a homework project.

Indeed, the message has an especially uncomfortable timeliness in 2021 after adults throughout Disney’s native country failed to come together during a moment of pandemic and pestilence, and again when many failed to accept the results of the most secure election in American history; and it rings true right now as folks increasingly fractionalize and insulate in their bubbles, be it local communities or social media echo chambers where anyone who disagrees is suspected of the worst, and should thus be immediately cast out.

Yes, there is a reason Raya and the Last Dragon’s ending parable about building bridges, even over scorched earth, strikes a nerve. And why its message of disparate and wary individuals coming together to make a stronger whole is worth hearing right now.

“Welcome to Kumandra,” Raya tells her father when he wakes from his stony slumber to see that, for the first time in ages, his people realize they share the same culture and values. The same humanity. The obvious epiphany feels good and as refreshing as the summer rain.

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stefaniamolnar · 5 years ago

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This journey we call life is a curious road

We travel alone in the midst of a crowd

No one can follow exactly in our way

And we never know where to go each day

We can be master of all walk tall and proud

Or be a slave to whims of others around

Neither is wrong, yet neither is right

Whatever helps get through the dark night

By far it is better to be one or the other

Than to be trapped between my brother

So choose a path that suits your call

And walk it true, let it be your all

John W. Miller ©

She never left my dreams when I slept, she never left my eyes she was yesterday, she is still today what is her name? Someone tell me she lives in flowers, she talks to the winds she does not speak but she smiles what color of butterfly this is, whose love this is someone tell me in every mirror is just her face in every tune is just her song eyelids don't close, breath is motionless in sunlight it is rain, at night it is rainbow what kind of spell this is, someone tell me she came as if from the sky don't know what was in her eyes my heart flowed into her feet who is this fairy? Of whom I am unaware just tell me someone.

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Women

Sometimes at night when I sit alone,

I think about the women I’ve known.

Some with me but a little while

Yet remembering makes me smile

Some stayed and helped me to grow

Taught me how true love to know

Then passed on when it was time

For they were never meant to be mine

Then there are those special few

From all the women I knew

Who touched my heart in a special way

And I still think about every day

You, my sweet, are one of the few

Who I am truly glad I knew

For you have touched my very soul

And knowing you has made me whole

John W. Miller ©

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Cele 4 legi ale spiritualitatii indiene

Prima lege : “Persoanele pe care le intalnesti sunt persoanele potrivite." Cu alte cuvinte, nimeni nu intra in viata noastra din intamplare; toate persoanele cu care interactionam se afla alaturi de noi cu un motiv, acela de a ne ajuta sa invatam lectiile de viata care apar si sa continuam drumul personal.

A doua lege : “Ceea ce ni se intampla este singurul lucru care ni se putea intampla." Nimic, absolut nimic din ceea ce se produce in viata noastra nu ar fi putut sa se intample in alt mod (nici detaliul cel mai nesemnificativ..)… Nu exista: “daca as fi facut cutare lucru….s-ar fi produs alt cutare lucru….” NU! Toate si fiecare in parte dintre situatiile care se produc sunt cele care ne sunt necesare... cu toate ca mintea si egoul nostru nu le accepta

A treia lege : “Orice moment in care se incepe este momentul corect”. Totul incepe in momentul potrivit, nici inainte, nici dupa; cand suntem pregatiti pentru ca ceva nou (bun sau rau...) sa apara in viata noastra, exact atunci apare (incepe);

A patra lege : “Cand ceva se termina, se termina." Daca ceva a luat sfarsit in viata noastra, este pentru propria noastra evolutie, deci cel mai bine este sa inchizi capitolul si sa mergi inainte imbogatit cu acea experienta. Nu este intamplator ca citesti aceste randuri .... acest text ajunge la tine azi pentru ca esti pregatit sa intelegi ca “nici un fulg de zapada nu cade niciodata ..in locul gresit

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laffayettereincarnated · 7 years ago

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tree bros short fic

uug this is short and crappy my first DEH fic yay

also on AO3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11120349

lemme know if you actually want more of my writing

Connor worked out pretty quickly that Evan said sorry a lot. And since after the computer room incident and they became friends -at least Connor hoped he could call Evan his friend- he’d noticed it more. And more. Evan apologised for everything; for Connor getting angry, and Connor being an ass; Evan apologised for every question and every text message he sent ended with a hastily typed apology. And it was grating on Connor’s nerves. They were just in Connor’s room, because it was pissing with rain and no way was Connor eating ice cream and hanging out in the orchard in this weather, despite Evan’s protests. So instead they were lying across Connor’s floor, arms spread out and listening to music. It wasn’t very exciting, he knew, but they did this when they at the orchard anyway. It was peaceful. Connor’s eyes were drifting closed, revelling in the silence; it wasn’t the same silence as usual, because he could hear Evan’s breathing along with his in the warm quiet of his room and he knew he could get used to this. Until Evan broke it with a “sorry.” dammit Connor sighed. “dude, what are you…” “s…sorry for um…this…I mean…you said no…you said… not…” Connor could hear the panic rising in his voice and sighed, “Dude, what…” “Sorry, I mean, you said no to going to the orchard and um...I under…appreciate... that um… “Dude”, Conner said, turning on his side to see Evan red in the face. Evan pulled himself upright, beginning to pull on his shirt “S…sorry I’m rambling, uh, I’m��” “Dude, stop apologising.” Connor groaned, trying to calm his growing heartrate. Evan gasped out another, “I’m sorry…” and Connor snapped. “dammit Evan stop apologising!” He regretted it instantly. Evan flinched way too hard for it to be healthy and quickly pulled himself in, his breaths becoming shorter and frantic. “I’m…I’m…” “shit dude.” Connor moved across the floor to Evan but Evan retreated instantly; Connor tried not to let it sting. Breath. Don’t flip out. That won’t help matters. “Evan…” Evan was shaking, avoiding eye contact with Connor, gripping his knees in a vice. “I’m sorry, for, I’m” “sssh Evan,” Connor had never heard himself speak so softly. “It’s fine, really.” He wanted to say stop apologising, but it seemed to be Evan’s default, and being blunt appeared to only make it worse. He edged closer to Evan, breathing out in relief when Evan stayed still. His eyes wouldn’t meet his, but he wasn’t trying to get away anymore. “Just l…let me, um... apologise….” “You did nothing wrong,” Connor snapped; Evan flinched and Connor cringed internally. Nice one, freak. “I mean,” Connor ran his hands desperately through his hair. “look you apologise all the time and…” “I know.” Evan mumbled. “It’s ann…noying and…” “Hey.” Connor gripped Evan’s arms and when Evan stiffened he kinda regretted it, but held on anyway. “It’s not annoying, it’s just…” Connor fumbled for something to say, like seriously, why wasn’t he any good at this? “You shouldn’t apologise for, um doing nothing wrong? Uh,” Connor looked around, like the words would magically appear in thin air. “like, my mum used to say, don’t apologise, uh, say thank you. Instead.” Shit Connor that’s dumb. But it’s not my idea, it’s my mums, her fault. Evan looked up that, eyebrows twisted slightly in confusion. “What...uh...d…does that….” Connor pulled himself straighter, thought process going into overload. “Um, like…okay what are you apologising for? Right now.” Evan seemed to debate answering, maybe testing if it was a trick question. “Just tell what you were trying to apologise for?” Evan stuttered out a hasty “for probably bother…um… getting in your space, f-for expecting, um that you wou-would…” Connor didn’t understand what the hell Evan meant so replied “okay what did I do to get an apology?” Evan looked up, confused. “I did something so you felt you had to apologise because it inconvenienced me or some bullshit,” Connor continued, “so think about what I did. And thank me for that. Instead of you know,” Connor loosened his grip on Evan’s arms, trying his hardest to look in Evan’s eyes without freaking out, “apologising. And stuff.” Something crossed Evan’s expression, and it seemed to click as he shakily muttered, “um…y-you invited me o-over to your um house? Even though you…uh…we didn’t g-go to the orchard?” Connor wanted to roll his eyes but managed to control the urge. “Dude, of course I fucking invited you. I still wanted to hang out, the weather was just fucking awful.” “oh,” Evan’s eyes darted to the floor. “s-sorr…” “Evan.” Evan jolted, and opened his mouth, possibly to apologise again because he snapped it shut instantaneously. Connor simply raised a questioning eyebrow and waited. Waited. “th-thank you. For um…in-inviting me to the…to your h-house even thou…” “Anytime dude,” Connor replied, punching Evan lightly on the shoulder. He shuffled back over to where the music was playing on his bashed-up speakers and went to scroll through his I-pod, bored of whatever the crap was playing. He tried to ignore the voice in the head telling him he’d punched Evan way too hard, or cut him off way too early, or messed whatever they had for good… “Than-thank you, Con-Connor. For, um…not, uh…” Connor decided to wait for Evan to finish, feeling guilt rise in him because you don’t deserve to be thanked for doing nothing. “For not, um… I mean…you’re like the f-first to n-not just, uh, just shut me down wh-when I apologise so uh…thank you.” Connor wanted to say something along the lines, don’t thank me, I’m a piece of shit, but decided that was too blunt and he didn’t want a nervous, apologetic Evan again so he just nodded in reply. Tried to ignore the buzz in his chest from Evan thanking him, from the idea that he might have helped Evan. “What music do you want?” “u-uh do y-you have cold-Coldplay?” Connor smiled, turning ‘viva la Vida’ on and letting the familiar opening fill the room. When he turned to see Evan he was smiling, and Connor felt his heart skip a beat. Dammit.

#dear Evan Hanson #tree bros #tree bros fic #this is kinda bad #go easy on me #I get very insecure bout my writing #oops

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#Dịch Organized Beggars: The Lucrative Exploitation

Having signs of organized criminal, operating in broad daylight, but the true faces of these begging rings remain a mystery.

It was 2 PM, the Social Protection Center No 1, Dong Anh, Ha Noi was still quite. Spotting visitors, a child with a handkerchief in hands ran toward guests, excitedly spoke.

“ Are you here to visit me? Who are you going with? What’s your name? Do you bring me any present? Do you have any new clothes for me?”

For a complete stranger, it will be difficult to tell whether this child is a boy or a girl. She wore a ragged faded short-sleeve shirt. Her hair was cut short, swinging in the air. She smiled, her eyelid barely opened and her cheeks were swollen, black and blue.

Kim Lien Ward police handed over her to the center when she was caught begging around Luong Dinh Cua street on April 2nd 2019. Her name is Trang, 6 years old.

The child is illiterate but she can tell the value of every banknote. “Two 50.000 notes plus one 100.000 note equals 200.000 dongs”. That was the amount she was snatched by “the junkie” while she was napping under a bridge. She calls whoever steals her money junkie.

“The junkie”, “mom” and “the other one” are 3 characters showing up mostly in Trang’s messy memories. “Whenever the junkie grabs my money, he won’t pay mom, and she’ll beat me”. That explains the bruises on her face.

Trang rarely talks to “the other one”, either does she know who this person is. She only knew that was a man carrying Trang and her mom to the begging site every morning, tells Trang to stay put and picks her up every night. After Trang was robbed, he did not leave but sat down and had some tea nearby.

Trang only remembers a few places: Nhu Quynh market, “108” hospital, are the places she used to beg; Bay bridge, Thach Ban are where Trang and her mom rest; Sui market is where Trang got bitten by dog; So crossroads is where Trang was burned by a motorbike exhaust pipe. The only information about her identity is that she comes from Quang Xuong, Thanh Hoa.

In 2018, social protection centers in Ha Noi received 646 people in total. Many of whom from Quang Xuong admitted being hired to beg. A six-year-old girl’s memory fragments of a “other one”, and the name “Quang Xuong” suggest a business model that has lasted for decades.

THE BUSINESS

In 2005, the European Commission provided Vietnam with nearly 7 million Euros to set up a project to bring street children home. The project then discovered hundreds of these children from the same area in Thanh Hoa.

The authority investigations revealed a large-scale business-model: “contractors” from big cities, go to small and poor villages, recruiting children to become beggars.

Numerous family signed handwritten contracts which permitted these children to “work” in cities. They then become professional beggars, having their own target, receiving well treatment if these targets are met, or else getting beaten up and starved.

A beggar carrying a child in Ha Noi. Photo taken by Reuters, 1994

After 15 years, in 2018, reports of Ha Noi Department of Labor, Invalids and Social Affairs still mentioned “the other one”: “Those who organise, run the business and oppose people on duty”.

There has been no large-scale investigation targeting this group. The Department of Labor, Invalids and Social Affairs, in general, possesses insufficient resources to conduct such investigations.

Portraits of these people only appear in reluctant words of those who were brought to the protection centers as shadows next to beggars on the street. Only one thing is certain: They have devised coordinated business models.

A typical workday of such “companies” can be found in ideal places like “So Crossroads”, where around one million traffics pass through day and night.

On the 31st of May, 2019, There were 5 beggars in this area. At the traffic light toward Tay Son and Lang street, two youngsters sat flat on nylon bags. They seemed intellectually and physically disabled, stiff arms on their thighs, goofy grin. One hardly even control his neck, kept nodding his head up and down, pleadingly looked at passengers. Many put money into their hats.

One of 5 beggars in So crossroads on May, 31 2019. Photo taken by Lam Trang.

On the other side, a senior woman slipped through streams of traffic waiting for the green light. Holding out her hat to the man on a motorbike, she immediately switched to others when he shook his head, no pleading. Each stop lasts for 76 seconds, on average, out of 20 people she begged, 3 to 4 of them gave her money.

While the green light was on, she counted cash in her hat then put all the bills into a nylon bag hung on a branch. That bag was confidently left there without any attention.

It was noon, two youngsters gathered under a bridge to have lunch. One stretched his shoulders, briskly walked, his arms were no longer stiff, he went to a small restaurant, ordered a beer, smoked two shots of rustic tobacco then returned to his place.

2 PM, Two elderly men showed up, one wore brown clothes, one in faded worker shirt, both donned broad-brimmed caps covering most of their face. They held out their hats, slipped through the flow of passengers.

3:30 PM, both five of them got off work. A Wave stopped by the crossroads. The woman held the money bag then mounted the motorbike, vanished into the stream of traffic on Tay Son street. The two youngsters on the sidewalk quickly disappeared.

The two elderly men languidly walked on the sidewalk of Nguyen Trai street toward Thuong Dinh street, furtively looking back. They got on a motorbike waiting for them in Valley 44 Thuong Dinh. A youth raced the vehicle into the dark alley.

The next day, all five of them arrived at So crossroads. They stood, they sat in their spots, wearing the same clothes they wore the previous day.

It was rain. They gathered under the crossing bridge, counting money, cracking jokes. The two youngsters shook off their defects, lighting cigarette, joking around.

6:30 PM, the 1st of June, the presence of reporters was spotted. All five beggars took out their phone, one after another. The four men picked up their phone then broke into different directions. The woman picked up her phone last then crossed the street.

She deliberately walked into dead-end alleys then walked out repeatedly. After a few steps, she stopped to answer the phone. Finally, she went to Nguyen Trai street where two motorbikes dashed forward. She hopped on. The youngster wearing black clothes and a mask ran toward Thuong Dinh street.

The other blocked the reporter’s path. “How dare you follow the old woman?” said the man in a mask. “Stop sticking your nose into other people's business. Don’t say we didn’t warn you”. The vehicle left. Both license plates were covered.

“There are no freelance beggars nowadays”, said Mr Nguyen Van Hai, captain of The Mobile Social Security Team No 1. Hai is in charge of collecting beggars and he has no doubt about the organization of these groups. Collected beggars all admit having made direct agreements or indirect contracts through family members with their employers, “there is no difference from hiring builders”

THE OPPOSITIONS

Xa Dan - Le Duan Crossroads, 6th of March, 2019, in the morning, The Social Protection No 1 of Ha Noi City received 2 beggars. A woman, holding a baby on her lap, answered the Social Security Team with a local accent.

- How did your employer hire you?

- 4.5 million a month, pay at the end of the month

- Does this child get paid the same amount of money?

- Yes, he does

- How much do you make every day?

- 1 million if I work early. I work 25 days a month.

Le Thi Phuong, born in 1986, work under an agreement with “Ms Nhung” whose detail she refused to disclose. This is the third time Phuong has been in the center.

According to Le Thi Phuong, The total monthly revenue of a “mom and child” unit of which she is in charge can reach several dozen million dongs. Apart from the wage for direct labourers, the rest of the revenue was used to maintain the whole ring.

“Once they saw organized begging as a means of livelihood, they will develop a highly sophisticated system”, said Mr To Duc, deputy head of the Department of Social Protection, Ministry of Labor, Invalids and Social Affairs.

In another area, Dong Anh district Ha Noi, in March 2019, Mai Lam police took testimony of Nguyen Van Tuan, 17, originally from Quang Xuong, Thanh Hoa.

- Why was you summoned by the police?

- The police summoned me when I was sneaking around National Road No 3, Mai Lam.

- What were you doing in that area?

- I was there to watch for the cars of the Social Protection Center.

- Why did you spy on them?

- Nguyen Mau Linh told me to sneak around National Road No 3 near the center, alert him when their cars go out.

- How much did he pay you?

- I was paid three to four million dongs at the end of the month.

“Mr Linh” turned off his phone as soon as Tuan was detained. Men like him who drive motorbikes with fake license plates have been around the center for a few years.

“Every time our cars leave the gate to enter the town center, those scouts alert their associates to carry the beggars away,'' said captain Nguyen Van Hai.

Mobile social security teams were founded to collect beggars in Ha Noi. On average, a member takes charge of one district. On the wall of the Team 1’s office, there was a white mica board full of names covering 3 shifts a day from 7:00 to 22:00 even on Saturday and Sunday.

These men have to face a well-organized system. That’s what they always envision though they have yet to know how this network operates and who is controlling it.

According to Mr To Duc, these groups constantly change locations which proves to be the most challenging obstacle for detection and investigation They infrequently appear in several places, usually bordering districts or provinces to avoid being noticed.

An elderly beggars. Photo taken by Reuters

Truong Tuan Anh, captain of Social Security Team No 4, first encountered protection mobsters in front of Nghe market’s entrance in Son Tay about a year ago. Tran Cong Khi, 82, originally from Quang Xuong, Thanh Hoa was recorded by Team 4 while he was begging for money. Khi entered the Social Protection Center 6 months ago.

Tuan Anh approached Khi then 2 motorbikes rushed toward him. Two youngsters holding wrenches and a middle-aged woman wearing heavy makeup got off the bikes. The woman aggressively pulled Khi’s hand out of Tuan Anh’s hand. One of the youngsters clenched his fist.

“How dare you capture my father? I dare you to take him away” said the woman. With arms akimbo, she screamed: “Everyone, look”. Khi just silently bowed his head. His money bag was in the hands of “his daughter”.

Center’s employees are not authorised to use force. They helplessly watched Khi’s “relatives” taking him away. Everything lasted for a few minutes. By the time people came out to see, the two bikes whose plates were covered had already vanished.

The first time the team faced those racketeers, everyone was scared. Now they get accustomed to these so called “relatives” slamming the car doors to claims their people or following the team to the Center. They climbed the fence, shouting, demanding to release their “parents”, their “siblings” or their “grandparents”.

These crooks usually say: “I have AIDS. I am tired of living. Release my men at once”. This is not a mere threat.

In summer 2012, while gathering 3 beggars near Linh Dam Lake, Nguyen Van Hai was bitten in his arm by a girl whose boyfriend was HIV-positive.

Waiting for the result was the most agonizing period of a 26-year-old man who has just got married. In September, the result arrived, two blood samples were HIV-negative. Hai’s team had 5 times experienced this.

MOM WOULD BRING ME BACK IN TOWN

“Even if there is an agreement between the two sides, in essence, this is still a social exploitation and a social deception” said Nguyen Minh Thuyet, former Deputy Chairman of the Congress’s Committee for Culture, Education, Youth and Children. freelance beggars who are under no form of control has no reason to share the profits with others.

These forms of coercion are not the only factors that constitute a crime. According to the Palermo Protocol of the United Nations, which was approved by Vietnam government in 2012, the recruitment, transportation, transfer, harbouring or receipt of a child for the purpose of exploitation shall be considered trafficking in children even if this does not involve any of the means of violence.

According to the research Trafficking in Boys in Viet Nam, which was conducted by the International Organization for Migration in 2012, even local authorities had fuzzy awareness of child trafficking for the purpose of forced labour. Most interviewees did not consider that “trading in human” since there is no monetary transaction involved. They only viewed it as “labour exploitation”, especially when labourers “willingly” participate in order to “support their families”.

“I think this is a case of exploitation because... there is a labour contract between the family and the employer, but the employer exploits the child exceeding the time allowed.” - the study quoted a Bac Giang communal official.

“It is time to criminalize such behaviors,'' said Nguyen Minh Thuyet. But the representative of the Department of Social Protection of the Ministry of Labor, War Invalids and Social Affairs worried that the process of criminalization could not be done immediately. “It shall take a very long time”

A child sleeping on the pavement in Ho Chi Minh City.

“I don’t see my mom. I haven’t seen her for days”. Trang mentioned her mom, gently wiping her swollen eyes. No one has come to the center to pick up this child for over a month. After officials here had some conversations with her and brought her some candies, the only information they got is that she is from Quang Xuong, Thanh Hoa.

Trang missed her grandmother’s rustic tobacco field at home. She wanted to live in a new house, snuggle under her mother’s armpit. But she also hesitated. She both wanted to stay in the city and go home. She likes to stay because she can drink milk and eat watermelon. “Even if I went home, mom would bring me back in town”.

Written by: Lam Trang

Photos taken by: Lam Trang,

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Flowers on my doorstep - Chapter 7

After a gruelling back and forth session with my new therapist, Demi, I headed to the auditorium to meet Camila. I was mostly looking forward to talking and joking around with her, as well as learning to play again, because today had been both mentally and physically exhausting and the younger girl always seemed so full of life and hope, despite everything she had to deal with.

I wondered if things were harder for here having to deal with her OCD, because this morning looked very tough. I noticed how sad and embarrassed she looked when she couldn’t control herself in performing her rituals in front of me, but I’ve been googling it and therefore already knew that it wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t stop. It made her feel better and sometimes people just needed to feel better.

I entered the auditorium from audience doors to see a pretty looking Camila sat on top of the shiny black grand piano, wearing a frilly floral patterned crop top with a shoulder cut off paired with light blue denim jeans that made her look, well…very nice. Camila was pretty.

“Hallo.” I called out, grabbing the girl’s attention.

“Hey Lauren!” Camila greeted cheerfully hoping of the piano and stumbling a bit before regaining her balance and giving me the jazz hands, making me laugh.

“Hi.” I greeted again coming to a stop in front of her with a friendly smile on my face. I didn’t want to look miserable. Lucy always said I looked miserable and that I should smile more, even when I wasn’t happy, which was a lot with her.

“You’re adorable.” Camila chuckled. I quickly looked down to the floor getting all flustered at Camila’s niceties. I wish everyone in the world was as nice as Camila. “How was physiotherapy?” Camila asked moving to the piano and spreading out our sheet music.

“Um- An-n-noying?” I second guessed, not sure how how to describe it or if that was the correct answer.

“Ahh, well that sucks.” Camila spoke empathetically. “Do you wanna come sit down and we’ll get started?” She said taking a seat on one half of the stool.

I nodded and made my way over and sat uncomfortably next to her. It was a bit too close for my liking, but I had to learn to play again. So I grin and bared it, ignoring the feeling of my heart pounding in my chest begging me to flee and the skin-crawling sensations running up my back.

“So, um, you can read notations okay, right?” Camila questioned, afraid of offending me.

“Mhmm.” I hummed, surprisingly that part of my brain stayed in tack. I just sometimes had trouble spelling words because I couldn’t remember them, but music was different there weren’t so many things like they’re were with words. Words had all these letters and rules, that I just couldn’t focus on and remember all at once. “M-Moving my f-fingers all at the s-same is the hard part.” I showed her, trying to wiggle all my fingers at the same time and failing. It just looked like I had the shakes.

“So, your coordination sucks?” Camila said, finding the word I was originally looking for.

“Pretty m-much. You say ‘sucks’ a lot.” I pointed out laughing, because it was a joke.

“That’s because everything fucking sucks.” Camila stated with a firm nod.

“Not eve-ry-thing.” I reminded her, breaking down the word as I said it. “Music is nice.” I told her, bravely lifting my fingers to the keys and playing a few notes of my favourite song to the best of my ability on the right hand.

“That’s really pretty.” Camila stated, even though I wasn’t playing at nearly the correct tempo, throwing the rhythm out of zinc because I couldn’t get my hands to move quick enough. “What’s it called?” She asked, making me happy, because no one ever asks they just complement it and move on with their lives not appreciating the fine art, that we call music, nearly enough.

“K-Kiss the rain by Yiruma.” I told her feeling completely endeared by the song and what it made me feel. It was so peaceful and made me feel alright, when things were definitely not alright. “I can’t p-play it that w-well though.” I shook my head.

“Practice makes perfect Lauren. How about we try a scale of C major first?”

“O-Okay.” I agreed, stuttering out of nerves more than anything this time, not that anyone would notice the difference.

“Alright, let’s see you play it first and then I’ll jump in..if need be.” Camila instructed. I lifted my right hand and attempted to scale a C major but it was difficult trying to tuck my fingers under each other and move swiftly up the keys.

“Sorry.” I apologised when I hit a bum note and removed my hand from the keys.

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay. Here, ” She lifted my hand but I flinched back when she did completely terrified, but my fear soon shifted into embarrassment at my own reaction, I went to apologise again, but Camila beat me to it. “I’m sorry, Lauren. It didn’t mean to-” Camila trailed off, not really sure what she had done. “Is it alright for me to touch you?” She asked. I wasn’t sure if she was clocking onto my reasoning behind my reaction. So I internally prayed that she wouldn’t ask or ever find out because I’d feel so ashamed having people know. Not many people knew. Just Normani, my immediate family, my therapist, Doctors and Ke. No-one else, not ever.

“Y-Yeah, sorry.” I apologised as she gently rested her hand above my and moved it towards the keys. Her hands were soft and warm against mine, which was a stark contrast against Lucy’s one, which would feel harsh and tight and cold. “Alright try and play it against, slowly.” She added and I began playing the scale as Camila watched and guided my hand helping me to hit the correct notes. “You’re doing good.” She praised with a reassuring smile, “maybe try and move your actual had rather than single fingers when moving up the keys?” She suggested as I was having trouble tucking my thumb under my fingers.

“Al-Alright.” I did as she said and moved my hand rather than tucking and moving along. It worked a bit better despite the delay between the scale.

“That was so great Lauren.” Camila praised clapping her hands excitedly, seeming genuinely happy for me. “Now let’s try and speed it up."

Camila and I went on like that for the next two hours and with Camila’s help I was able to scale most of the piano with ease. I even taught Camila how to play a song, which she was really happy and bragging to me about as she walked me to my next class. "You know, you should watch out Jauregui, or I’ll be taking your place.”

I shook my head laughing at the younger girl’s antics. “You w-wish, Cabe-yoy-o.” I stuttered out accidentally, trying to copy the other girl’s use of our last names, but failing and bursting into laughter at how funny it sounded. “I’m so sorry.” I laughed, holding my hands up to cover my mouth. “Cabello-yoyo.” I reiterated cracking up again and causing Camila to burst out into laughter too as we stopped outside my class.

One thing I had noticed about Camila was that she was extremely nice, even without me deserving it. She never lost her temper, shouted or tried to hurt me, which was really reassuring when I was trying to make friends, but as much as I knew these things and was feeling slightly more comfortable hanging around Camila I still felt paranoid that at any moment she could snap and hurt me or worse not want to be my friend.

“Lauren?” Camila spoke pulling me from my thoughts and I realised I was staring off into the empty courtyard opposite us through the glass windows.

“Um- y-yeah? I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. I was just saying that there’s a party tonight in the boys dorm and that guy Michael I told you about is going to be there. So would you, like, go with me?” Camila asked and I choked. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there. I wasn’t ever allowed to to parties, because Lucy didn’t let me and the last time I did I was hurt really badly and I just couldn’t get over it. No matter how hard I tried to move on.

“I-I- um c-c-can’t.” I stuttered out, but felt bad at the disheartened look on her face when I rejected her offer, so I decided to give her a reason so she wouldn’t blame herself or feel like she had done something wrong. It wasn’t her, it was me. “It’s my b-brain.” I gestured to the stupidest part of my body. “It h-hurts..when there’s…lots of p-people and l-l-loud noises.”

“Oh!” Camila said and an emotion flashed between her eyes, but I didn’t know what it was, because I hadn’t know her that long. “Well that’s okay then. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Camila shifted awkwardly on her feet.

“D-Does it affect you a lot?” Camila asked quietly, like she was scared to ask the question.

“Yes.” I signed, telling the truth. There was no point lying considering Camila already knew the truth of my brain injury and I really needed a friend who understood me, now that Normani wasn’t around.

“Well that sucks.” Camila joked using that word again.

“H-how is it a girl with a brain injury has a better vocabulary than you?” I laughed trying to diffuse the tension.

“You’re just smarter, I guess.” Camila shrugged, “Hey, would you wanna go for coffee again after class?”

“Sure!” I nodded, happy that Camila actually wanted to hang out with me.

“Okay.” She laughed. “I’ll see you later then? Say hi to Dinah as well.” She said walking backwards down the hall.

“D-Dinah?” I questioned worriedly, even though I shouldn’t be because she helped me earlier.

“Yeah! She takes this class as well!” Camila shouted, before stumbling backwards and falling onto the floor.

“S-shit. Are you okay?” I called as Camila pushed herself to her feet.

“Pfft…me? I’m good. I was just checking if the gravity still worked. It does. Kay, bye!” She waved before disappearing down the hall, this time walking forwards, leaving me with a probably dopey smile on my face, before I too disappeared from the hall and into my lecture room picking a seat at the back of the class where I had less chance of being picked to answer questions.

I carefully pulled out my notebook and placed it gently on the pullout desk attached to my chair as well as grabbing a blue pen from out of my bag. I took a deep breathe and admired the quietness of the room and savoured the feeling of not doing anything, but the more in tune I became with my body the more I noticed the dull pain and aches running through my muscles.

You’d think I’d be used to this feeling by now, but you never get used to the feeling of not being able to be yourself, because not only did I have to overcome the physical barriers built up from my life I also had to get over the mental ones that had been built.

“AYE!! FLOWER GIRL!” A loud voice that I had become accustomed to hearing shouted marching up the stairs and shimming down the row of seats to sink down next to me. “How’s things going? Did you see Camila? How did the practice go? I didn’t know you took this class.” Dinah said bombarding me with a bunch of words that got tangled up in my mind as I tried to keep track of the words and what they meant.

“I- um…what?” I questioned, causing Dinah to pause and stare at me for a beat in that weird scrutinising way she does like she’s trying to solve a crossword.

“How are you?” Dinah asked this time sticking to one question.

“I am good, thanks. How are you?” I responded politely.

“Ugh!!” Dinah groaned throwing her head back in annoyance.

“What’s the m-m-matter?!” I asked panicked, thinking I’d done something bad.

“No. No.” Dinah shook her head without enlightening me. “Do not be one of those people who like to speak in dead end sentences and formalities.”

“Oh. Sorry.” I apologised feeling slightly confused because that’s how my mom had told me to greet people.

“So, how was your day?” Dinah asked again and I was confused because I had just answered that question and she was starting to make my head hurt. “Minus the bullshit.” She added.

“Erm…it’s been t-tiring.” I replied in more of a question than an answer.

“Because of your physiotherapy?” Dinah questioned in a know-it-all tone of voice.

“Um- yeah.” I whispered an agreement feeling slightly embarrassed that she knew I had to go to those types of things, because a clear indication of something being wrong with me and Dinah seems loud so I didn’t want her to go telling people things. What if Camila has told her what’s wrong with me? The thought popped into my head and I quickly stood up to go and find Camila because she needed to know that she couldn’t tell her, but what if Dinah already knew?

“Whoa…where are you going? Class is literally about to start.” Dinah said gesturing to the man setting up his computer at the front of the class.

“To f-find Camila.” I explained p, because I really needed to tell her, because it was important.

“Now? Can’t you just text her or something?” Dinah offered slowly analysing me and I slowly began to realise how strange I was appearing at that moment, so, I sat back down in my seat, like a normal person, and nodded my head at Dinah’s suggestion.

“Okay y-yeah. I’ll do that.” I slid my phone out of my pocket and typed a text to Camila.

Lauren(2:03pm): Hii, its Lauren. Have u told Dinah abowt my 'thing’?

Camz(2:04pm): No, of course not. I didn’t think u wanted me too?

Lauren(2:06pm): Yor right. Don’t tell her, thanks. Bye.

I breathed a sigh of relief at Camila’s texted and slipped my phone away, only to notice Dinah staring at me…again. It was starting to worry me. What if she wanted to hurt me? I don’t like being hurt. So I shimmed as far away from her as I could in my seat as the professor started his presentation on social norms.

The college thought it would be good if I took sociology so I could learn more about people and society. I didn’t mind though because I found it fascinating and this professor didn’t talk to fast or use hard words so I was able to understand clearly what was going on.

Dinah didn’t say much else she just sat there writing loads and loads of information down and putting her hand in the air to ask the questions, whilst I wrote like a four year old and kept my notebook concealed from the girl. I think she likes this class and is very smart because no one else was saying or writing the things she was.

I wanted to write as much as her, because she seemed good at it and smart. I wanted to be good at things as well. I really wanted to be seen as smart again. I used to be very smart, I even graduated a year earlier than everyone else. Mostly so I could get out of school and move out form my parents house.

They wasn’t very accepting of me when I was younger because I liked girls and my mom said I shouldn’t and I was setting a bad influence for my siblings. She also said a bunch of nasty stuff, but we have made up now and she says she loves me, but I’m still not sure. Sometimes I think she only took me back because I almost died. That’s what Normani says. She doesn’t like my mother very much, because she kicked me out for being myself and loving who I loved- sometimes I wished I didn’t love who I loved, because if I didn’t I wouldn’t be where I am now.

After two brain scrambling, word following hours we began to pack up our stuff as people filtered out of the lecture hall chattering loudly. I stuffed my notebook into my backpack as Dinah arranged her piles and piles of notes.

“Well done today, Miss Hansen.” Our professor with a scrappy beard and brown hair turning grey said as he appeared at the end of our aisle. “You have done nothing but impress me so far.” The man applauded Dinah who slid her bag on her arm and beamed up at the professor happily.

“Really? Okay good. I wasn’t sure if I was barking up the wrong tree.” Dinah admitted with a nervous laugh.

“Y-you b-barked up all of the trees.” I mumbled out, feeling really jealous and angry.

“Sorry, what was that Mrs…?” He trailed off. “I’m sorry, I don’t appear to know your name. Have you always been in my class?”

“J-Jauregui. I- um just m-moved here.” I explained, dodging a bullet by distracting him with the new information.

“Oh yes! I remember now. How…Are…You…Doing?!” The man said shouting every word and talking slowly like you would to your hard of hearing grandmother.

“I’m okay, thanks.” I spoke monotonously, trying to resist giving him an eye roll.

“That…is…brilliant! I…look…forward…to…teaching…you.” He said breaking up his words, like I was an idiot who didn’t understand him. I understood most things! Just not the hard stuff. I didn’t suffer through two years of rehab nothing.

“Um- look Mr Jensen, we’d love to stay and chat, but we really have to get going.” Dinah said making up an excuse to leave, probably sensing the weirdness of the situation and my discomfort.

“Oh yes, yes. Go! By all means.” He said stepping back and giving us room to shimmy out of the space and down the stairs.

“Thanks professor, see you next lesson.” Dinah waved,

“Your welcome Dinah. I…will…see…you…later..Lauren.” The man shouted after me and I just put my head down and walked out the room trying to hide my embarrassment and shake Dinah as soon as I made my way into the open corridor. However my dumb legs had other ideas and refused to move fast enough. So the blonde haired girl quickly caught up with me as I marched across the courtyard.

“You okay? Ignore Mr Jensen, I think he’s on acid or something.” Dinah joked and I nodded my head avoiding eye contact. Did he really think I was that dumb? Could he tell I was deranged just from looking at me? I sure as hell could, I walked weirdly, I talked weirdly and I had a horrible looking scar along the top of my head.

“So…where are you going?” Dinah tried and I shrugged not really in the mood for talking as I made my way over to the cafe Camila had taken me too before, because I didn’t want to let brunette down.

“To meet C-Camila…if that’s okay?” I asked nervously in case she didn’t want me hanging out with her friend.

“Only if I can come.” Dinah said. I debated it, but agreed because I really wanted to see Camila.

“Okay.” I nodded.

“So, Your friend seemed…nice.” Dinah chuckled to herself.

“Yeah…that was Mani she can b-be a bit protective.” I tried excusing the Normani’s earlier behaviour and avalanche of slurs at Dinah.

“I noticed. You know she thought we did the dirty?” Dinah asked, biting back a laugh, but I didn’t get what she was saying.

“The dirty?” I echoed confusedly.

“You know Netflix and chill.” Dinah said, making no sense because we hadn’t watched Netflix. I didn’t even have a Netflix account. “OMG! You really have no idea what I’m talking about do you?!” Dinah exclaimed as I started at her blankly.

“Um- n-not really, n-no.” I shrugged.

“Jesus, where have you been the past two years?” Dinah shook her head as we walked for a few more moments in complete silence towards the café as I mustered up the courage to actually ask Dinah what it meant.

“W-What does Netflix and Chill actually m-mean?” I whispered quietly, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s a euphemism for sex, babe.” Dinah said ruffling my hair gently like I was a kid.

“Oh.” I nodded, turning red because she mentioned you-know-what, as we walked through the cafe door causing a ring to sound out upon our entrance. I scoured the room only to see Camila sitting at the same table we were at last time. “Ca-Ca-Camila is over there.” I pointed, before we headed over in that direction.

“What’s up, Walz? I crashed you’re date, I hope you don’t mind.” Dinah said pulling out the chair next to Camila and sitting in it.

“Shut the fuck up China.” Camila retorted as I sat down opposite her thankful for the rest, because my legs ere really starting to hurt. “It’s good to see you again Lauren.” Camila smiled that pretty smile she has showing her teeth.

“Hi.”'I mumbled out nervously.

“So i took the liberty of ordering you a hot chocolate.” Camila said sliding the mug over to me. “I would have got you one too Dinah, but I didn’t know you were coming.”

“That’s alright, The barista is cute so I don’t mind getting my own.” Dinah winked and got up to flirt with the guy behind the counter, leaving Camila and I alone at the table.

*Camila’s POV*

“I hope she didn’t drive you too mad.” I said taking a sip of the familiar smelling coffee.

“She didn’t.” Lauren spoke sweetly from the other side of the table looking up from the hot chocolate with her piercing green eyes peering over the top.

“Good, good.” I hummed, trying to think of something to say. I was never good at small talk.

“Where’s your other friend?” Lauren spoke up inquisitively, saving me from finding something to say.

“Ally? She would have just gotten out of class about now.” I said checking my watch for the time.

“You should invite her.” Lauren said, but their was an insistence to her voice so I didn’t argue and because I hadn’t seen my other best friend yet today.

“Yeah sure..okay.” I said pulling out my phone and sending a text to Ally.

Mily(4:12pm): Hey Alls! We’re in the cafe, come join us.

Allycat(4:12pm): Okay, I’ll see you there in a few 😘

“She’s coming.” I smiled warmly to Lauren and locked my phone. “So Dinah told me your friend threatened to kill her…more than once.” I bemused laughing at the idea of someone being crazy enough to take on Dinah.

“S-She wouldn’t, I promise. S-she was just joking…I think.” Lauren laughed, but made sure I was aware that no harm would come to Dinah. It’s was kind of cute how insistent Lauren was at times.

“Don’t worry about it. It would be interesting to watch.”

“I d-don’t think I would b-be.” Lauren shook her head scrunching up her eyes as she did so. “Normani is nice anyway. She would never hurt someone…only if they hurt me.”

“I don’t think anyone could hurt you.” I said looking over at the endearing green eyed girl with a pouty face.

“Yeah..no- never.” Lauren agreed with a weakness to her voice and it was then I remembered that Lauren had been hurt in one way or another. I didn’t know much about it though, but I doubted anyone actually injured the kind hearted girl sat before me. It was probably one of those freak car accidents or something, because weren’t they the leading cause of brain damage?

“Oh Lauren! I’m sorry..I didn’t mean-” I began to apologise profusely.

“Camila…it’s okay.” Lauren interrupted me with a small reassuring smile.

“Really?” I asked, I didn’t want to sound insensitive and I honestly had no idea how to approach these things or if I was even saying and doing the right things. I mean how was a person supposed to act around someone with a brain injury? “It’s just…I’m not sure if I’m doing this right…”

“Doing what right?!” Dinah spoke loudly appearing at my side with an espresso in hand.

“Oh you know….my New York accent! I was just showing Lauren.” I quickly made up a cover. “Watch. 'Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me?’” I joked in my most over the top accent.

“I can assure Lauren won’t be talking to you ever again if you do that accent one more time.” Dinah said shoving my shoulder and sitting back down.

“Rude.” I scoffed, “Lauren would talk to me, right Laur?” I said the accidental nickname slipping off the tongue.

“Um- no.” Lauren said shaking her head causing her dark locks to cascade down her face.

“I am offended!” I feigned insult, clutching my hand to my chest dramatically, causing Lauren to bust out into an adorable giggle.

“Ooh I like her Camila. Can we keep her?” Dinah cooed turning to me pleadingly.

“On one condition…Lauren gets to come to our Sunday morning brunch?” I fake debated with Dinah.

“Hmm…you drive a hard bargain, Cabello.” Dinah said pausing in thought as Lauren looked on at us with bright eyes. “Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal.” Dinah held out her hand and I took the gesture shaking it firmly.

“Welcome to the cool kids club, Lauren.” I said goofily, smiling at our new friend.

A/N: This section is a mess. And I’m more than aware of it, but sometimes you gotta know when to give up and move on…so here ya go lovelies and hopefully the next chapters better.

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Candy(Monsta X: Kihyun x Reader)

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NOTE: A cute fluffy oneshot for the little tofu of Monsta X. Kihyun. I do noy own the song drop pop candt nor it's english cover by Jubyphonic.

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Umbrella at your side, it's raining but you close it tight "And how are you?" purred a cat just passing through Those heels that you like are soaking, but is that alright?

Y/n walked through the rainy Seoul on her way to Starship Entertainment. She had brought an umbrella but with her luck of course, would not open. Bags of candy in her arms as she was getting soaked. She groaned,

"Why did I wear these stupid heels? Oh right I wanted to make a good impression! But look at me now completely soaked!" She frowned turning a with her destination now in sight. She sighed in relief as she popped a jolly rancher in her mouth going to open the door when it swung open hitting her in the face and into the puddle beneath her.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry are you okay?", said a sweet voice of a man.

Let out a sigh for another day the same as the last Come on let's try, dye it blue and change it up from the past Reflecting up from a puddle but then gone in a flash Is that the most that you can dream or wanted to see?

Y/n sighed at the fact this happened to her yesterday as well while going to a cafe. The receipt that was in the bag turned from white and black to a faded blue as the black ink spread everywhere. She looked up to see the face of a boy, or man I guess you could say. His face that was reflecting in the puddle did not compare to actually seeing him. She moved some of her h/c hair out of her face blushing lightly. Before she stuck out her bottom lip pouting slightly before replying,

"Yeah, Just a bit soaked... WAIT MY CANDY!" She turned around picking up the wrapped candies frantically. The boy laughed smiling helping her. He looked at her taking in her features blushing lightly. Cute... he thought smiling.

"Well can I have the name of who just smashed a door in my face?", asked Y/n smiling softly. The boy stood up scratching the back of his neck awkwardly before replying,

"It's Kihyun. I'm from Monsta X. What's your name..?". He blushed looking away puffing his cheeks out.

"I'm Y/n. And I am now working for you I guess. I'm the assistant manger.", she said smiling.

But look around – Dance up and down The world is now – Still going 'round Just feel it pound – We're skyward bound Move at the top – speed – of – sound

Running to another day, I wanna break away and take the leap

Kihyun paled apologizing more at having now embarrassed himself not only in front of a new worker, a girl, but their new assistant manager. But Y/n just smiled at him standing up with her bag of candy telling him it was ok.

As you're stuck on yesterday, no sun to rise would be okay with me

Every day, every day is okay

Kihyun breathed out sighing telling himself it was all gonna be okay.

Taking it step by step, we'll always move ahead

"Hey... So since you are now soaked do you want to go to the dorms with me? I-I could get you some more clothes...", said Kihyun diverting eye contact.

Our love is growing red, need me more, need you more

Both of their cheeks grew red as Y/n agreed and started to walk with Kihyun.

You fall down seven more times, I'll be there seven, eight, nine

Somehow they manged to both fall. Guess they were both clumsy. They laughed it off. Kihyun smiled under his mouth mask.

As we keep trying, we'll find – we're always singing the same tune

Little did they know... This meeting would turn into the beginning of their romance.

~1 month later~

Now falling to her side, the drops of rain that mix with light Stealing a glance, hid a cat who turns his back Their heads starting to sink, this boredom is too hard to fight

Kihyun looked at his girlfriend smiling. Her eyes closed in her slumber. He ran his fingers through her hair and planted a kiss upon her s/t cheek. His head started to sink down onto the mattress eyes growing heavy as he cuddled her close.

Just spinning lies with the only thread of kindness we saved

Moments like these they cherished. They could forget about the lies of netizens and paparazzi. Kihyun could just focus on his sweet girlfriend. Whom he hit in the face with the door again the other day.

Or if we're blind and the truth is just a painting in grey

Drowning us out, all the noisy drops the fall in the rain

He could faintly hear the pitter patter of rain as he woke an hour later. His pink fringe falling in his face.

But fingertips traced every line and opened my eyes

Kihyun started to rub his thumb lovingly on Y/n's cheekbone causing her eyes to flutter open making him blush due to being caught. She just giggled kissing him on the nose making him jump in surprise.

I'll paint it blue – I'll play a tune I'm wishing too – For something new It will come true – With me and you And then we'll finally break through

Swimming through the Milky Way, I wanna break away and take the leap Since we're falling anyway, no moon to rise would be okay with me

Every day they started to fall deeper for each other. Sometimes Kihyun would get smacked in the back of the head by one of the members to practice and they would tease him. When Y/n came in to check up on them he would immediately start working harder to show off.

Every night, every night is alright Taking it step by step, we'll always move ahead

Whatever happened to them, they worked through it.

Our love is growing red, need me more, need you more Cry to me, know that I care – lean on me and I'll be there

Whenever Kihyun was stressed Y/n would sing him to sleep and give him sweets and tell him cheesy, but sweet pickup lines making him smile. And when Y/n was harrassed by sasaengs... He would let her cry on his shoulder.

As we keep trying, we'll find – you're always gonna be there too

They were always there for each other

Shining down on me, you're my blue moon Dreaming forever to find to now I'm awake I need to find tomorrow, can you take me away And go the top speed of sound?

They took each other to great heights.

~ 3 years later~

Running to another day, I wanna break away and take the leap As you're stuck on yesterday, no sun to rise would be okay with me Every day, every day is okay Taking it step by step, we'll always move ahead Our love is growing red, need me more, need you more You fall down seven more times, I'll be there seven, eight, nine As we keep trying, we'll find – you're always gonna be there too

"We're always singing the same tune", said Y/n as she looked up at Kihyun many years later. Him in his suit and Wonho behind him on the altar. He nodded and kissed his bride to seal their vows. He pulled away and said,

"Every day from now on",

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Canada-Vietnam: Cultural differences through the eye of an international student

Hi everybody!

My name is Quyen. I’m a Vietnamese international student at Fraser International College in Vancouver, Canada. Since Vancouver will be the place that I build my future life in the next years, It’s quite interesting and significant for me to be comparing my current life in Vancouver and the life that i had in Vietnam.

I have been here since the fall of 2017. For me, Vancouver is an unique city that I have never experience before. By comparing Hanoi and Vinh- my favorite cities, it’s uniqueness become more enlightened.

Vancouver-considered one of the most desirable cities to be living, which is very true, in my opinion. It’s very beautiful, especially the natural setting here is incredible. We have the north shore mountains, English Bay that connects to Pacific Ocean where it sheltered form any extreme weather by Vancouver Island and temperate rain forests that scattered around the city.

Vancouver from an upper view:

(Source: https://www.tourismvancouver.com/ , retrieved on 7/31/2018)

Vancouver also has many worthy sites to explore to admire the nature and beauty that the city has to offer such as Stanley Park, Queen Elizabeth Park, Burnaby Mountain, Science World at Telus World of Science.... which are the best places for sigthseeing.

Here is some pictures of sceneries above:

Standley Park:

(Source: https://airwavesmusic.ca/airwaves-news/vancouver-the-stanley-park-wedding/ , retrieved on 7/31/2018 ).

Science World at night:

(Source: https://www.archiactvr.com/blog/archiact-celebrates-canadas-150th-birthday-with-science-world-partnership, retrieved on 7/31/2018).

Queen Elizabeth Park:

(Source: http://photography-olga.blogspot.com/2012/06/queen-elizabeth-park.html, retrieved on 7/31/2018).

One of the reasons that let me fall in love with Vancouver is the weather. The temperature is just around 7°- 3° in the winter and 20°- 12 in the summer which is much better than other places in Canada( Source:https://www.holiday-weather.com/vancouver/averages/, retrieved 7/31/2018). The only problem that I think every one who is living here has to suffer is the rain. It rains pretty frequently and you can only choose to put up with it because it is the weather itself.

There are also some interesting things about community in Vancouver. In general, the total population of Vancouver is 610,000 people divided into 5 main communities:

+European Canadian +Chinese

+Japanese + South Asian

+Southeast Asian

( Statistics based on http://worldpopulationreview.com/world-cities/vancouver-population/, retrieved on 7/31/2018)

As the huge impact of globalization and open policies for immigrants, It’s obvious that Vancouver’s population will changes significantly over the next decades.

You can see pretty much immediately when you come to Vancouver that there are so many types of people from everywhere, you turn 4 ways and there are different people from completely different parts of the world standing in front of you. And that’s an amazing thing to see, the diversity and home-like environment can really keep you up on your feet in difficult days as an international student.

As a result, the Vancouver’s food culture has been highly influenced by the cultures above. We can easily see a lot of Asian and Turkish restaurants stand side by side with fast food chain along the street.

And it is a perfect mix-up though. The globalization has bring to Vancouver an unprecedented gift that nowhere in the world has. Stepping along Downtown or Richmond wherever in Vancouver, I can find all the best dishes of different cuisines from all over the globe. I can taste Vietnamese Pho, Turkish Donair Kebab or Korean BBQ the whole day without confusing.

And another perspective about Vancouver that I think everyone should know is that the awareness about environment protection here. Citizens in Vancouver all aware the importance of environment to their daily lives and they put the environment above everything. Sorting-garbage cans can be found in every places from school to workplace, from tourist attractions to street. In addition, every family have to sort their garbage into the right cans which is supervised by the authority. Just by a small act as sorting garbage into right places, we are trying to preserve the natural beauty of this place for our next generation to live, enjoy and proud of. And I think as Vancouver can do that, then other places too.

. While Vancouver is the place that I will live and study for the next four year, Vinh is where I was born, grown up and lived for nearly 18 years.

Vinh (or Vinh City) is a small city lies along the coast of Vietnam’s Sea. It only has 104.96 km2 with over 49,000 residents( Information from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vinh, retrieved on 7/31/2018)

There are some images and maps of Vinh:

(Source: https://www.worldatlas.com/as/vn/22/where-is-vinh.html, retrieved on 7/31/2018)

Vinh from an upper view:

(Source:http://teachatapax.com/teaching-in-vinh/, retrieved from 7/31/2017)

Although Vinh is “the biggest city and economic and cultural center of central Vietnam”, I consider that it’s still a semi- peripheral region as the infrastructure here is still limited and the economy still relies heavily on manufacturing goods and fishing sectors. However, Vinh recently gains more and more attention and investment from the government and Trans-National Co operations such as Samsung..., I believe the vision that Vinh become the core region is reachable.

The tourism in Vinh is still developing and yet growing rapidly recently. We are proud to be home of various attractions such as Cua Lo Beach, Quang Trung King Temple and President Ho Chi Minh’s Hometown.

There are some pictures of sceneries above:

Ho Chi Minh hometown:

(Source:https://www.tripadvisor.com/LocationPhotoDirectLink-g2146235-i260686587-Nghe_An_Province.html, retireved on 7/31/2018)

Cua Lo Beach:

(Source:http://shinevent.vn/bai-lu-resort-.html, retrieved on 7/31/2018)

The daily life in Vinh is quite quiet which is the thing that i like the most about Vinh. As a semi-peripheral region, we dont suffer the amount of noise and air pollution that core regions experiences. And of course, we have never experience the long line of vehicle waiting in the street during the rush hour which often happens in Hanoi and sometimes in Vancouver as well.

As the world become closer, now many young people choose to leave their small hometown like Vinh to build a career in other big city. When i was in school, I saw a lot of my friends choose to study in universities in big cities rather than those in their hometown, which make me scared about Vinh’s future. Now Vinh are on the way to become a core region and young labour is an attractive factor that help Vinh searching for more investment from TNCs. As a son of Vinh, I hope that Vinh can develop much more than before.

The next place I want to tell you guys is Hanoi,the capital of Vietnam.

Hanoi is located in the center of the Northern side of Vietnam. With a population of 7.588 million people by 2015 in an area of 3.329 square kilometers, Hanoi is considered to be 1 of the most crowded cities in Vietnam. ( Statistics based on https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanoi , retrieved on 7/31//2018 ).

Some images and maps of Hanoi:

( http://www.worldatlas.com/as/vn/hn/where-is-hanoi.html , retrieved on 7/31/2018 ).

(http://www.vietnam-guide.com/hanoi/, retrieved 7/31/2018)

Hanoi has a hot climate I would say, as Vietnam is a tropical country. The temperature in the summer can get a little bit irritating or even seems harsh to some people since it can reach up to 42 degrees Celsius in the hottest period of time in the day. This is the reason why I prefer Vancouver to Hanoi. Not many people can suffer the hotness that Hanoi have.

Hanoi is the capital of Vietnam, therefore, it focuses more on technology development and it is the center for all big companies to establish their own stands, the same thing goes for Vancouver.

Hanoi has many sites that you just need to go to immediately after you get off the plane such as :

Hoan Kiem Lake - the scenery that I think that people will hear about the most as soon as they set foot on the Hanoi territory. Because it plays such an important part in Hanoi’s culture and history. The Lake is the center of the city, it is not just in the center of the city but it is THE center of the city. Đồng Xuân night market, Hoan Kiem walking street every weekend, Lý Thái Tổ Park,…

Hồ Hoàn Kiếm ( https://www.foody.vn/ha-noi/ho-guom , retrieved on 7/31/2018 ).

In my opinion, Hanoi has a very diverse food culture. The diversity in this case is quite similar to Vancouver as people from all around the country come to Hanoi, bring their culture and cuisine along with them to create an multi-cultural diversity that Hanoi have.

One of the best-known dishes that appear in every restaurant in Hanoi is Pho. My friend who is a son of Hanoi used to say that to me: “ If you come to Hanoi, and you do not try Phở, you’re considered never been to Hanoi and you just made pretty much 1 of the biggest mistakes of your life “. Although Pho is Vietnam traditional food, Pho Hanoi is a much special dish. The funny thing about Pho Hanoi lies in the way they are sold”in street, in the narrow alleys where they don’t get too much market or tours influences, that’s how they stay true to their roots and that’s how Hanoi food cuisine stayed put no matter how much time had passed. So basically you’re tasting recipes that came up at around 1930′s!

Thank you very much for taking your time to read this,

Regards,

Hoang Quyen Nguyen

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