#Lhen

[henk-heijmans]

Geoff Lace with gorse sticks, the Lhen, Isle of Man, 1970 - by Chris Killip (1946 - 2020), English

[lhenn]

Karina

This is Karina’s story, a story of how she grew up in the cellars of a theatre, surrounded by music and dreaming of sharing it with the world, of how she made two friends (a sad ballerina and a rat), of how she has learnt from her teacher everything she’s ever known, asking half the questions she yearns to learn and receiving half the answers she expects, suspecting this mysterious and distant man, yet so familiar to her, keeps a lot of secrets within. But he’s always been honest with her, always taken care of her, given her everything she’s ever wished for, has he not? There were only a few rules she had to adhere to, so as to keep everything the way it had always been: she should take care of herself and not get hurt, never leave their place, never talk with people and never mention their names nor where they live. But the days are long and lonely for her, especially as she grows up, head full of dreams and nothing new left to try: little adventures to the theatre should be fine as long as no one finds out… right? Or so she thought during the eight years she spent sneaking into the theatre when Erik wasn’t watching her (or was he?). Until one day, Karina’s reality is shattered after her professor suddenly disappeared, forcing her to leave the lair and venture into the outside world, and it won’t take her long to discover that half the things Erik had taught her were a lie…

A bit of context

I’ll be posting bits of Karina’s backstory (my OC). She’s the D&D character I’m currently playing; developing her backstory and finding a fitting campaign has taken me almost two years! Sometimes it feels like an awful lot, thinking my first D&D OC Kaze’s backstory took me around 7 months to complete, but then I think about Lhena, my first ever OC, whose story is still under development after 8 years, and it feels so short (I like writing, so I craft PDFs -like, kinda long PDFs? More than 100 pages- to practice).

I’ve had three main inspirations (although they have kinda turned out to be 4 in the end, I won’t name the last one until it’s shown in the story): Phantom of the opera (mainly musical, both 2004 film and stage versions, there might be some nods to Leroux’s original novel though), Disney’s Tangled and the 1986 film Labyrinth.

The main reference is poto, it’s present everywhere, and yet it isn’t. I didn’t want to know what was going to happen next following Karina’s backstory, I never intended to do a retelling, so even though there are many similarities this is not Phantom of the opera, it will not be canon compliant nor follow the story.

Having said that, Karina is 18 yo as of now. She’s a genius when it comes to arts, her abilities will be shown along the story, I don't wish to spoil anything, although you can deduce that she, at least, possesses an unearthly, angelic voice. Almost all her knowledge she owes to her mysterious teacher… You might have already guessed, or maybe not, but Karina is the result of mixing Christine and Erik’s characters. In my opinion, this adds a fantastic turn of events and a very interesting divergence from poto (Erik’s character is still present -kind of).

Speaking about the campaign, we’re playing in a post-apocalyptic setting! A world where people live either behind walls or in small communities -tribes- fighting machines… (you can picture Horizon and The 100 to get an idea). But that’s a tale ought to tell in a different moment, taking place far away from where we are, a tale little Karina does not even dream about, shielded by music in the deep underground.

Most of my drawings are sketches, and I'm not fooling myself, I'm a disorganized student and I don't know when or if I'll finish them (although I want to and I plan to). The one above is Karina during last session. Her hair's a bit messed up because there was a combat (Such a thrilling third day outside!) and, as the party has claimed: «she technically is still alive» (and I don't know how to draw hair). I also don't know how to draw consistent faces, I'm trying :')

[crystalmarred]

It must've come as a shock, the way Aven had been avoiding him. Even if there had been times when Aven had gone a few hours without being around D'lhen, half a week was surely very concerning.

Possibly even frightening. They hadn't gotten into a fight. They didn't argue, they had quite literally kissed each other just a few days ago. It wasn't a public display of avoidance, just. . . Not around. So when Aven had said: "I've been meaning to ask you something. . . Can you come to the Last Stand?"

. . . Did it leave a red flag?

He was pacing back and forth, a hand shoved close to his waist and quite nearly a finger in his mouth to chew. Relief spread across his face when the scholarly Miqo'te made his way over. Possibly at a speed Aven hadn't expected.

The Bard stood there looking out of his mind in worry, shuffling from foot to foot until he had the courage to look Lhen in the eyes. "Birdie. . . You have made me the most happiest I've ever been, since we met. I couldn't ask for anyone better. . ."

His hand reached up to thumb the other's face, a movement in a way he knew was a gesture Lhen found the most appealing.

"I — gosh. . . I don't want to mess this up. . ." Aven chuckled, eyes softening when he grew the courage to return the gaze, this time cupping the other at the cheek. "I want to take the next step. . . And walk with you to eternity. Will you bond with me?"

With a softened motion, Aven drew out a nice velvet case, a ring glimmering within, bright and illuminating. Aven couldn't craft, so entrusting D'tykha was the saddest excuse, but the engraving — one of Lhen's favorite quotes — pressed to the band.

— BASED ON CONVERSATION ;; ( @diademreigned )

The quiet had begun to get to D'lhen. Had this concerned anyone else, he would have been able to ignore it with ease, but the very real realization that it was his boyfriend of nearly a year.

It wasn't like A'aven had avoided him, exactly, but the quiet had left him with an impossible to ignore sense of dread that surely spelled doom for their relationship. It was certainly not the first time that he'd watched someone's interest in him dwindle.

So of course, it only came naturally that when Haven approached him and asked him to the Last Stand, D'lhen's thoughts moved to the absolute worst possibility.

"I... suppose," D'lhen had answered, the few words spoken slow and uncertain as he made his way to the appointed place. Part of him wished to move quickly, where the other wanted to drag his feet and find no answer to the question that had been burned into the edges of his lips for the past week with no way to force it from himself in the scarce few moments they shared.

What was it that had changed his mind? Had he been too technical, too smart about the wrong things and too dim about the right ones? His nature drove him to analyze and his contradictory condition bid him to agonize.

It resulted in an overthought, an inability to pursue of body the answer he wanted while his mind was consumed by precious little else. D'lhen had plucked a graying hair from his tail this morning and could not bring himself to care.

The way that Haven paced as D'lhen approached only provided more fuel for his anxious mind. Whatever had him so anxious? Surely a breakup wouldn't have had Aven so nervous?

And then came the words. They started off well enough, but blue eyes struggled to meet the familiar lavender ones when he made mention of how he could ask for no one one better.

But despite all the anxiety, despite the worry in his heart, it melts all the same when Aven reaches out to thumb at his cheek. Funny, how it always had that effect on him, even in moments of uncertainty like these...

"I don't want to mess this up..."

Mess it up...?

Now, D'lhen was confused. The sweet way he spoke, the way he worried about messing things up. No longer did this sound like an attempt to break up with him and now he was... a bit befuddled, truthfully.

"I want to take the next step. . . And walk with you to eternity. Will you bond with me?"

Wait... Hold a moment... Wait...

The velvet case came out, opened to a handcrafted ring of impressive quality. Words wrapped around the band, a familiar philosophical quote that D'lhen had pointed out to A'aven several times in the past, in relation to Sharlayan's status as an unbiased and unaffiliated keeper of knowledge.

But afore D'lhen could properly answered, a sigh of relief slipped from his lips as he crossed his arms.

"I thought you were breaking up with me, you..."

D'lhen tried his utmost to find words for A'aven, but little came to mind that fit the want for exasperation when the warmth that swelled in his chest replaced his mild irritation. He had had been so thoroughly convinced he had found then end with A'aven, that he had at last grown tired of D'lhen Tia as he knew most reasonably would.

But his Haven was far and away from a reasonable man, blessedly so.

Tears blossomed in that relief, crested the edges of his eyes as they spilled over, mixed with the glee, the happiness he found in that moment that he had never even put thought into, never considered beyond the rare moments old classmates would tell him they had recently been bonded themselves.

"Do you even need to ask? Truly?"

[stridersbignaturals]

This is still very early development, but I wanted to share what my new conlang looks/sounds like so far. This is a translation of a story from Aesop's Fables. This language doesn't have a name yet, but it's most striking feature that differentiates it from English (and all of the other European languages I am familiar with) is that it is a head-final language. For example, it uses postpositions rather than prepositions.

A few romanization notes:

A macron over a vowel denotes a long vowel (held roughly 2x longer than an unmarked vowel)

ch represents the voiceless velar fricative

lh represents the voiceless alveolar lateral fricative

f represents the voiceless bilabial fricative

Vowels next to each other represent a hiatus, not a diphthong

All other letters correspond to the letters used in IPA

I have not totally decided on stressed syllables yet (partially because phonemic vowel length is still somewhat unfamiliar to me)

This is a proto-language, and I intend to simulate both phonological and grammatical evolution to result in a naturalistic 'modern' version. Anyways, here's The Bear and The Two Travellers translated into my conlang!

Na Ongalē ōka na Wi Kochachnolhōmu Wi korūlsi utara chachnolō, sūla ach Ongalē kunga kungaura jēhūmfa lhen kalna chastalō. Achura kungaāle ach tywētū namla pītu wēlhīlō ōka chija na kotywētūpīra namla sīrikalō. Na omē, se chat wīkturōkema karā nak melō, na romōto lhen lhūnā pewelō, ōka sūla na Ongalē wēlhīlō ōka chatcha chatura uja lhēk nīntēlō, ōka chatcha tanlā elhelō, se chatura lhichpacha rūpōlō, ōka na susēwāmeura tomnun nōm chat pīlālō tāpnalō. Na Ongalē chatāle mēte rōkelō, rynāta chat ach susēnu kitam nīntē ȳkū. Sūla chat pepnet rōkenulō, na omē kochachnolhōmu na tywētū ura ngūmēlō, okā chat seura amilnūp na ongalē chatura hynewāme namla tīmwitanulō somo fachpitu lhohālō. "Chat siāle na sunpatōr ālelō," chatura amilnūp ētāpse lō. "Ach amiltūpāle lhēk se fecha na tīlhanura etamakanaāle lhen lhūpnanu menaȳkū chachnoani."

[federer7]

Geoff Lace. The Lhen , Andreas, Isle of Man, 1970

Photo: Chris Killip

[lhenjuega]

Lhen's Shield Nuzlocke

Episode 22

We didn't have time. People were hurting and needed a path to leave the mines. The ones that were still unharmed were digging, even with their bare hands, while others tried to put everyone else in a safer place.

A little fella saw our struggle and decided to help, and in just seconds managed not only to clear the exit but to make sure that we were free from any other danger. We were saved because of him.

His name was Diego, and after some curry he decided to join in.

[abm1g-5]

Chick lit may be considered as one of the controversy emerging during late 1990's up to 2000's. It may seem odd at first knowing that chick lit encourages women empowerment whereas it targeted readers specifically young women. It introduces and encourages feminism during these times, an advocacy empowering women to be treated equally. Evidently even up to this day, gender equality is still an on going advocacy as a result of emerging chick lit to let the women voice out, let them have a freedom to choose, and undeniably to empower them to become equally treated.

"The Kiss Quotient" by Helen Hoang was a heartwarming contemporary romance novel. It combines the elements of romance, humor and diversity. Stella Lane is a successful econometrician who is on the autism spectrum. She is brilliant at her job but struggles in socializing, especially in romantic relationships. Since she felt the pressure of settling down from her parents, she decides to hire an escort to teach her about intimacy and relationships, who is Michael Phan. He agreed about this because of his financial struggles. As they start the lessons, they both realize that there is more to their arrangements than physical intimacy. Stella was drawn to Michael, and he, in turn is captivated by her unique personality and honesty. As the progress of their lessons, undoubtedly both Stella and Michael fell for each other. Despite of their growing feelings, both of them are not ready to commit. Since Stella is afraid of being hurt while Michael is worried in letting go of his job, because he sees it as a way to provide their finances. However they still continue to support and understand each other, especially in breaking down their emotional hindrances along the way. Until, Stella and Michael faced their fears and insecurities. They learned to trust and love each other unconditionally. Stella's unique perspective on love helps Michael to see his worth beyond his job, while Michael's support gives Stella a confidence to embrace her true self. This book has a huge impact in terms of self-discovery and acceptance. It also sheds light on the experiences and struggles of individuals with autism spectrum disorder. Since, some of us are not good in commitment because of the trust issues or traumas we had in the past, we can't deny that each of us experienced or experiencing this kind of issue. However it's not impossible to be healed from the wounds we have. Additionally, it emphasizes the importance of embracing one's uniqueness and being honest to oneself. Furthermore it shows that love triumphs or conquer overall, however it is crucial to have respect, love and understanding nor broader mind for everyone. Moreover, it also highlights the power of love in bringing healing and growth to individuals. Overall "The Kiss Quotient" empowers women to embrace or accept their uniqueness, authenticity, pursue their passions and seek fulfillment, upon making it as an inspiration in the 21st century.

Written by: Princess Lhen Gorospe

[astarionancuninslittlelove]

My take on the “BG3 Tav Backstory Bash” by @kelandrin

Please find their original post here.

Elowyn is my first Tav and the inspiration behind the stories in my master list here aka my “Indomitable” series on AO3.

Read on below! 💖

(Introduction/Baby)

My name is Elowyn Prescott. My friends, when I’ve had them, call me Lo. I worked with a group of strangers to help save Baldur’s Gate from something called the Netherbrain, but long before that I was born to two Elven people, a woman named Trystia and a man named Lhen. I like to think that they were in love once, but I am not sure. My mother met my father when his ship crew docked in Baldur’s Gate. She was a barmaid at the Blushing Mermaid, and he stumbled in from a long voyage at sea looking to quench his bottomless thirst, for he was a sailor. She thought that he was funny and goofy when he was drunk. That was before she knew of his gambling addiction and tendency to get mean when he was wasted, but let us not get ahead of ourselves.

His crew was to stay in Baldur’s Gate for two months before their next voyage, so during this time, he got to know my mother. He would find her at work and drink, and when she got off her shift, they would drink together. Under the haze of bubbles, he thought she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen with her pale blonde hair and her warm brown eyes. She thought he was charming and hilarious. They would stumble home together to my mother’s one bedroom, one bathroom flat in the Heapside Strand. It was the rougher part of town, but it was home. During one of these hazy nights, I was conceived. My mother found out two weeks before he was due to leave. He wasn’t disappointed by the news nor thrilled. 

He did what he thought he ought to do. He gave up the high seas, took up as a butcher’s apprentice, and asked her to marry him. She said yes and months later, there I was. Truthfully not much is known about my infant life. My parents were either too drunk, too tired, or too busy fighting or making a living to really remember. All of this could be a tall tale, but this is what my mother recalls: My first steps were when I was 1 year and 1 month old on the upper deck of the Blushing Mermaid as I accompanied my mother during a shift. My mother would often take me to work with her as my father could not as easily do so at the butcher shop. She, in her own words, was my entire world. Whenever she left my side, I would lose my mind either by crying or throwing a tantrum…sometimes both. The first time I got sick, my mother couldn’t go to work for a whole week because I would wail every time she left the room. All I wanted was to be around her. I would often sleep in her bed with her. My father would sleep on the couch. My mother told me something else she thought to be funny too: I would sleep my very best when a huge thunderstorm was rolling through. She found it odd how it would not wake or startle me…instead it lulled me peacefully to sleep. 

My mother’s alleged “watchful eye” for me surely ended as soon as I could speak for myself. I cannot attest to how watchful it was in the earlier years, but after I could “communicate” all bets surely were off. I soon began to notice how my father wasn’t getting up to go to work anymore around age 5. He was due up for work at first light, but he often wouldn’t be up by the time I left to go to school, and with my mother going to work around 10AM. As soon as I was old enough for public school at the age of 5, my mother put me in there. Come to find out it was like free childcare for her. She didn’t have to take me to the bar, and maybe I could learn something.

My father did not take much interest in me. He kept his distance. I remember overhearing him telling my mother how, “Something is off about her. I can just tell by her eyes.” I never found out what he meant by that. I always just assumed that it was due to one of my eyes being red. Maybe he thought that made me evil or something. I have heterochromia. One of my eyes is red and the other is dark brown. But who knows. 

Mother was always working, and father quit working and convinced himself he could make us rich by him being a full time gambler. Cards, dice, bets–he loved it all. He would take most of the money my mom made with promises of tripling it. She fell for it every time. Maybe she was just tired of fighting with him. The more he was out of the house, the less they were arguing. He began to come home less and less. When he did manage to stumble in, he would try to woo my mother for more money. When that didn’t work, they’d argue. She would grow tired and give it to him. Then he would be out the door again. So it goes. 

(Childhood)

At first my childhood was very lonely. Mother was working, trying to keep us in the same one bedroom, one bathroom house in the Strand, and father was gambling, drinking, or both. I later learned that his newest haunt was the Guildhall, where the underworld criminals would gladly take my drunken, idiot father’s money in these gambling “games”. Really, they would rig the game, and he would be too drunk to notice. “Again!” He’d yell to them when he inevitably lost every time. 

School was difficult. I hated it. I would get picked on for my ill-fitting clothes, my unbrushed hair, and the fact that I would come to school barefoot. My mother would tell me she wasn’t going to buy me shoes in the spring and summer because I would “just grow out of them anyway”. I think it was really because she just did not have the money to put towards them. 

One day at recess, I got so fed up with being bullied for being poor. I was going to beat them all up, I thought. And then a girl, who was far taller and bigger than every boy in my grade, stuck up for me. She took two boy’s heads and clanged them together. She knocked them both unconscious. The other kids looked on horrified. 

“Does anyone else have something funny to say about Elowyn?” She screamed. They were all silent.

“I didn’t think so,” She yelled again.

Her name was Zeva, and she was my first and only childhood friend. She took one look at my unshoed feet, took me by the hand, and marched me out of school. I didn’t return to school ever again. Zeva was also a poor, Strand kid. She had a dead dad and a grieving, widow mother. She taught me how to lie and steal–anything for some money. 

At first we were able to use the ruse of being a poor child with nothing to eat. We used this in places closer to the Upper City where people had enough money to pity people. As I got older and bigger, that ruse stopped working. Zeva and I had graduated to petty theft and more elaborate schemes. By the age of 13, I had learned to pickpocket and pick locks to homes with ease.

Zeva and I ran about town having the time of our lives being little outlaws. Sometimes when the fighting at home got really bad, Zeva would sleep under the stars with me at the Grey Harbor Docks. The worst day of my life up to that point would be when Zeva’s mom sent her away to live with her aunt in Amn. I never saw her again. Suddenly, I was alone again. With no siblings, an alcoholic father, and an emotionally unavailable mother, I was truly alone. 

(Teenager)

After Zeva left, I felt very lost. I had managed to gather around $1800 in gold with her throughout our 7 years together. Some of it I spent along the way trying to keep up with life’s essentials like food and clothes, but I always made sure to put some away for the future. Things also turned strange after Zeva left because one day I got so mad at my father for asking me, his 14 year old daughter, for money. In my anger, acid shot from my fingers and hit him. We both looked at each other confusedly, not knowing how to explain what happened. He told me to leave and never come back. I was home the next day. He was too drunk to remember.

I wondered about the acid coming from my fingers. I went to seek answers. I wandered into places like Sorcerous Sundries and Stormshore Tabernacle. At Stormshore, I walked over to Mystra to learn that she was the goddess of magic. The priest there saw how interested in her that I was and came over and talked to me. I asked about my incident, and he told me that it sounded like I was a sorceress, and that I had natural magical abilities that could often be unpredictable to my emotions. He recommended talking to a man named Judd who worked the counters at Sorcerous Sundries. He was apparently very learned in the magical arts.

I met Judd and asked for his help. He talked a mile a minute that I needed him to slow down. He said that it sounded like I was a sorceress like the priest had said. He figured perhaps I was one with a Black Draconic bloodline. He needed to work with me more before knowing for sure. 

My first love became magic. My first official spell I could cast was Firebolt. Judd helped me learn about intuition, intention, and inner power. I was so excited about what I was learning that I went to show my mother at the Blushing Mermaid. Her boss told me that she only worked there sometimes now. I asked him what he meant. He told me that if I wanted to find her that she would be at Sharess’ Caress. I told him that he was lying, and he told me to go see for myself. So I did. Sure enough, my mother had become a woman of the night. She did what she had to do for survival, I guess. 

The only constant in my life was my lessons with Judd. He taught me about different spells, Faerunian history, Gods and Goddesses in the pantheon, and their Chosen. I never went back to school after that day with Zeva, so I learned all I could through reading. I mostly just read about what interested me which was namely the above mentioned. Also in my 14th year, mother told father to never come back, and she changed the locks. At 15, mother met another man in a ‘whirlwind romance’. She moved away to be with him. She left me with a goodbye note stating she was in love with no return address and a one bedroom, one bathroom flat’s rent. 

I was almost alone again. But I had Judd. I managed to use what I had saved to pay for things. Then I tired of my father knocking on the door thinking my mother was still around. He must have convinced himself that he still lived here, and they were still together in his semi permanent drunken state. I left the Strand at 16. I was tired of its smells, its rowdy crowd, and its incessant memories.

Judd let me stay with him in the Lower City. He quickly became the closest thing that I had to a father figure or family. It was then that I realized that sometimes people’s true families are the ones that they choose, not ones of blood that are thrust upon them. My adolescence was different from most. I did not have the luxury of being reckless; my parents didn’t care enough and since I was taking care of myself so early, being reckless would have only hurt me. I had too much responsibility–responsibility to myself–to be reckless. I had to look out for myself. I wasn’t given a choice.

(Adulthood)

Being of elven descent, an adult elf is not considered an adult until 100 years old. We reach maturity physically early on in our lives at the same rate as humans, and then we do not age physically from there for a few hundred years. Judd was 103 years old when I met him; he was a half-elf. He died when he was 192 years old. He held on longer than half-elves normally live. At the time of his death, I was 106 years old. We got to spend 89 years together.

During that time, all he asked of me was that I was to make an honest living. I was to give up the lying, stealing, and scheming I did for survival. I did eventually, but that way of thinking never quite did leave my head. Judd was able to get me a job at Sorcerers Sundries as an apprentice at the book counter. Judd and I would voraciously read to make the days go by when business was slow. 

I took various lovers throughout these years. I found none of them to be very notable. They were people that I met at work or around the city. Most of them were met at bars–just not the Blushing Mermaid, I made sure to steer clear of that foul place. My first time was especially not notable. It was with a man whose name is lost to me as I am sure mine is lost to him. We were both roaring drunk. I would go to the bars when I felt blasé about life and go home with someone. I was beginning to think that I didn’t have the capacity for love. Maybe I was just meant to either be celibate or take random lovers, I thought. Maybe I just couldn’t rationalize the concept of someone loving me, so I never gave them the chance.

Over time, Judd had helped me get in control over my unpredictable emotions, namely my unbridled rage, which was essential to being a sorceress. He encouraged me to trust in myself and in my intuition, and that as long as I was grounded, I would have control. And not before long, I was getting control of it. We read about Draconic bloodlines and concluded that it is how I was able to do what I do. I still don’t know the specifics of it all. All I know is that my parents did not have my gifts. I am not sure of my other kin as they are estranged to me. Maybe one day I will know. Judd instilled an inner peace in me. He was like my guiding light. Those years spent with him will always be special to me.

When he died, I was mortified. I stopped showing up to work. I began secluding myself at home. The whole place just reminded me of him…work and home. I only spent 2 months mourning because around that time was when I got abducted onto the nautiloid. And then the quest to save Baldur’s Gate began.

[dhivehi]

Have any from Esa ge baavanna lhen fothun?

you mean the musician easabe has a poetry book call baavanna? let me check if i can get a copy for you

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

11.12.23 Sunday

3:38 am

Happy Blessed Sunday!!!

I still have windblow... I feel hurt... I feel bitter... I don't understand... It seems there is a windblow cry, literally cry not a sex moan.

I wanna leave the hometown... I'm hurting in this hometown...I never grow since 2007... Someone planned everything from the start... A playful mind took something from here from the start...

Still, thinking of money and job...

I wanna leave the hometown... I wanna leave this hometown... I never see myself growing old here happy....

Those people in the rituals time will come a fire as in a literally will be there with them and they will burn until they become ashes.

People in that rituals are not pure and not joining their fake hearts... They don't take it seriously but harm people... Time will come there will be a powerful one to burn them there to turn into ashes...

I really wanna leave the hometown... I wanna get and see and talk to Borgy but I don't know how...

Still, I'm jealous of some things that I don't know...

I still feel fat,ugly and wrinkled....I wanna travel and leave this hometown...I'm just hurting for 16 years.

They planned everything without my knowledge... They planned everything without me asking if I'm ohkay.

Strange, I FEEL JEALOUS ON THINGS THAT I DON'T KNOW...

I wanna travel and leave this hometown... They just damage my entire future....

5:06 am

I still have windblow... I feel bitter... I feel so ugly and old without a future...

I hate this trap here in Cavite, they kidnapped me since 2007!

I feel bitter and I'm worrying so much... I feel jealous which I don't know why...

10:28 am

I still feel jealous which I don't know why... I feeel so jealous...

1:14 pm

Done,eating lunchie and if I'm here in the house I take care of them and even if I'm working, I'm taking care of them most specially my nana... We can't hire an assistant that I used to have... I had my own yaya before... So,I'm having a hard time these days and I feel so ugly!

We have financial tight budgeting now and I badly need a money and job... Hate being trapped by someone I don't know or not even on my mind...

16 years too long for me being kidnapped by them and I can't grow...

I still wanna see Borgy for something,I wanna have him and talk to him... This is something a reality thing.

I feel bad around 3 am I accidentally scratched my left arm and I have long nails then some skin peeled of then I trimmed my nails. I put an ointment on that peeled skin.

Hmm... So, it is a chill time but not my ideal LIFE. Still, wanna see, talk and see Borgy. I have to work and do something for myself...

I have personal plans... For now will walk in call center and I have so many personal plans. Still, I wanna perfect my nose and work and buy Starbucks everyday.

So, probably will try to sing later again on wesing it is just a hobby now and my voice lowered coz of the latest songs that I'm trying to learn. Raps songs are usually lowered tone so when I tried singing my original piece I had have a hard time. Plus, I got sick it was somehow a heavy bacteria that Streptococcus that I got in Iqor plus from the mouth of Miles... Plus, I'm awake at night... So, singing just to chill but I love stretching my voice and mastering a song. It is my art within me...

But I don't have an expensive high quality headset now, so that is the sad part of my life these days... I need a new mobile...

Hmm....These days in reality people need 2 to 3 phones if you are so into app addiction or having a hobby of making friends virtually.

1:51 pm

I went out to buy coffee and a black nail polish... It is the start of my punk persona, even in a lil while...

Then, I saw Lhen or Ate Lhen the woman who helped us here to cut a grass but I figured out she is just 30 years old, so I'm a decade older and 2 years... I asked her again if she is really decided to gain weight and she said yes! I asked her if she's ohkay? She looks sad but answering me that she is ohkay but her facial expression is somehow a scary blank question mark???

I saw her legs were skinny and beautiful before but these days she got some small scars and her legs became plump and she gained a belly fat... I asked her where is your bf? Does your bf want you to be fat? She said yeah! I said you look good before then I stopped asking, I just smiled. She said that her husband is the one selling the food meal at the FOREMOST STORE. Her story became a confusion to me...

From last week she told me that her new bf told her that he will only love her if she will become a fat woman... Weird! I'm curious on that kind of bf...

2:07 pm

I need to get my Philhealth by tomorrow in Savemore. Hmm..

But I already gave my previous ID in Iqor but the address was on the house of my biological father in Taytay, Rizal... I will just update them coz I was with my biological father few years back and I worked in the hospital as admitting clerk.My permanent address is really here in my fucking hometown in Dasma. CAVITE.

Still, I wanted to leave and transfer in ilocos... For real!!!

2:51 pm

It is just sad if Lalah ( our aspin) will die in a lil while but hope and pray not... I observed her ways that she sleeps on parts of the garden that looks like she is preparing to sleep forever.

She always look straight into my eyes and a very faithful dog to me... But I don't have money to give her meds or treat her... It is just sad... It will be sad for me... It is really sad for me that I don't have extra money to save her...

The last time I thought my son-dog will die at his early age, I prayed and cried but I planned to bring him on the private pet hospital here... How will I pay for it? Call me crazy, I don't know... But will surely bring him there if ever but I'm praying to the God's of good and evil to save my son-dog always.

9:48 pm

I have windblow and I feel bitter... Thinking of money and job... I need to buy my ferrous sulfate and some stuff that are still considered basics needs...

Not my ideal LIFE with Uncle Jun and most specially with Uncle DD couldn't give enough assistance..

It is so sad... It is so sad... It is so sad...

11:20 pm

Another sad thing...

[444namesplus]

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[bettinagurl]

At Mt. 387’s Peak. 1/7/23

Co-hikers: Lhen & TakeFive Group

[lhenjuega]

Lhen’s Shield Nuzlocke

Episode 17

For years the closest I’ve been to them was through live broadcasts of the Gym Challenge, now I have them right in front of me. I’m shaking.

I'll have to defeat all of them in battle, yet I'm not really sure what to expect because in each edition of the Gym Challenge they tend to change their teams. I guess I'll figure it out one by one.

The journey continues...

[stridersbignaturals]

Finally, here's a gloss of the version in my conlang. I am not really familiar with the formatting of glosses yet, so please bear with me!

Na Ongalē ōka na Wi Kochachnolhōmu The Bear and the Two PL-Travellers Wi korūlsi utara chachnolō, sūla ach Ongalē kunga kungaura jēhūmfa lhen kalna chastalō. Two PL-man together travel-PST, when(CONJ) a Bear they they-GEN path on suddenly meet-PST. Achura kungaāle ach tywētū namla pītu wēlhīlō ōka chija na kotywētūpīra namla sīrikalō. One-GEN they-DAT a tree into quickly climb-PST and he-REFL the PL-branch in conceal-PST. Na omē, se chat wīkturōkema karā nak melō, na romōto lhen lhūnā pewelō, The other, who he attack-FUTPASS must COMP see-PST, the ground on flat fall-PST, ōka sūla na Ongalē wēlhīlō ōka chatcha chatura uja lhēk nīntēlō, ōka chatcha tanlā elhelō, and when the Bear climb-PST and he-ACC he-GEN snout with feel-PST, and he-ACC all over smell-PST, se chatura lhichpacha rūpōlō, ōka na susēwāmeura tomnun nōm chat pīlālō tāpnalō. he he-GEN breath-ACC hold-PST, and the death-GEN appearance as much as he could-PST feign-PST. Na Ongalē chatāle mēte rōkelō, rynāta chat ach susēnu kitam nīntē ȳkū. The Bear he-DAT soon leave-PST, because he a dead body touch not. Sūla chat pepnet rōkenulō, na omē kochachnolhōmu na tywētū ura ngūmēlō, When(CONJ) he quite go-PSTPRF, the other Traveler the tree from descend-PST, okā chat seura amilnūp na ongalē chatura hynewāme namla tīmwitanulō somo fachpitu lhohālō. and he he-GEN friend the Bear he-GEN ear in whisper-PSTPRF what(COMP) playfully ask-PST. "Chat siāle na sunpatōr ālelō," chatura amilnūp ētāpse lō. "He I-DAT this advice give-PST," he-GEN friend reply-PST. "Ach amiltūpāle lhēk se fecha na tīlhanura etamakanaāle lhen lhūpnanu menaȳkū chachnoani." "A friend-DAT with who you-ACC the danger-GEN approach-DAT at deserts never travel-IMP."

This is still very early development, but I wanted to share what my new conlang looks/sounds like so far. This is a translation of a story from Aesop's Fables. This language doesn't have a name yet, but it's most striking feature that differentiates it from English (and all of the other European languages I am familiar with) is that it is a head-final language. For example, it uses postpositions rather than prepositions.

A few romanization notes:

A macron over a vowel denotes a long vowel (held roughly 2x longer than an unmarked vowel)

ch represents the voiceless velar fricative

lh represents the voiceless alveolar lateral fricative

f represents the voiceless bilabial fricative

Vowels next to each other represent a hiatus, not a diphthong

All other letters correspond to the letters used in IPA

I have not totally decided on stressed syllables yet (partially because phonemic vowel length is still somewhat unfamiliar to me)

This is a proto-language, and I intend to simulate both phonological and grammatical evolution to result in a naturalistic 'modern' version. Anyways, here's The Bear and The Two Travellers translated into my conlang!

Na Ongalē ōka na Wi Kochachnolhōmu Wi korūlsi utara chachnolō, sūla ach Ongalē kunga kungaura jēhūmfa lhen kalna chastalō. Achura kungaāle ach tywētū namla pītu wēlhīlō ōka chija na kotywētūpīra namla sīrikalō. Na omē, se chat wīkturōkema karā nak melō, na romōto lhen lhūnā pewelō, ōka sūla na Ongalē wēlhīlō ōka chatcha chatura uja lhēk nīntēlō, ōka chatcha tanlā elhelō, se chatura lhichpacha rūpōlō, ōka na susēwāmeura tomnun nōm chat pīlālō tāpnalō. Na Ongalē chatāle mēte rōkelō, rynāta chat ach susēnu kitam nīntē ȳkū. Sūla chat pepnet rōkenulō, na omē kochachnolhōmu na tywētū ura ngūmēlō, okā chat seura amilnūp na ongalē chatura hynewāme namla tīmwitanulō somo fachpitu lhohālō. "Chat siāle na sunpatōr ālelō," chatura amilnūp ētāpse lō. "Ach amiltūpāle lhēk se fecha na tīlhanura etamakanaāle lhen lhūpnanu menaȳkū chachnoani."

[beth-louella-art]

👑🇮🇲 King Orry ❤ Link in bio for original art & prints (Traditionary Ballad Art). 🇮🇲👑 Reposted from @culturevannin King Orry, king of the Island. The most beautiful image we know of the great legendary figure of #manx #norse history, #KingOrry, newly created by @beth_louella_art. A 500-year-old song, the oldest piece of writing in #manx tells us that he arrived at the #Lhen & replied to the question of where he came from by pointing to the Milk Way. It has been know as the Raad Mooar Ree #Gorree in #ManxGaelic ever since. This is one of 5 illustrations of the #TraditionaryBallad created by #BethLouella for her #treisht2020 project. They are being released daily this week in the run-in to #TynwaldDay. #KingOrry #GodredCrovan #NorseKing #Viking #VikingKing #vikings #manxhistory #manxviking #isleofmanhistory - #regrann (at Isle of Man) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCGQlVYp364/?igshid=1oeb1amgn6fuv

[yourssunshineanddaisies]

me: hindi pala matangkad yung asawa ni lhen no? akala ko matangkad yun

sister-in-law: oo. johnmark na jhonmark pero bato-bato version

🤣 natawa ko sa bato-bato version 🤣 laki kasi ng katawan tas basta hindi siya matangkad (tulad din nung ex) 😅