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[floofeh-purpi]

Getting Isekai'd?! (Part 4)

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare @mc-cos-charm

YEY NEW FLUFFBALL, HIII!!!

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Sidenote: CUS ITS BEEN RAINING IN MAINLA HINDI KABA NILALAMIG?! (Song reference lol) 😫

Warnings: Cursing, grammatical/spelling errors, my delulu-ahh brain forgot to write english isnt my first language and im too lazy to edit the other warnings again, me probably switching the povs alot because... yeah, filipino reader maybe speaking tagalog and bisaya, mentions of you having a wound on one of your feet, blood, author's shitty attempts at making you laugh.

【Part 3】

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You eventually woke up from your nap coma with a sore ass throat and a somehow still fully batteried phone. "Ok, how the fuck is my phone still 100%?! 😰 But atleast I dont have to wait 2 hours to charge my phone lmao." You mused out inside your head cus you'd say it out loud ur throat would even more sore than it already fucking is.

"I should've bought a water bottle with me earlier... ☹" You thought as you putted your phone inside one of the pockets of your pajamas and slowly went downstairs and went to the kitchen.

You sneaked into the kitchen undetected by guests. Because all you wanted to do right now was sleep again rest. Anygays, you gobbled the entire glass of water within one go and putted the glass into the sink. "Nah, y/b/f/n's gonna wash them dishes today lmao." You thought before you plugged your earphones into your phone and listened to your playlist while humming softly to the song before going upstairs.

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The harbingers heard someone humming in where they assumed is the kitchen before someone passed by the living room still humming and with a tiny-ahh smile going upstairs. "Oh my~ Who was that beautiful person~?" Asked the Damselette. Its true though, you were the prettiest person y/b/f/n met. "That was Y/n. :)" The harbingers and the Tsaritsa's eyes widened at that name. But are still in denial because they need to confirm just one more thing. Denial, denial, denial IS a river in Eygpt 💀🙌

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You eeked mentally when your playlist started playing 'Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse' (Recommend listening to it 10000/10) since you dont have spotify premium and you ran out of skips. 😔

You sat down on the chair infront of your desk, which was messier than dogshit. "Omfg im too lazy to clean it up rn 😭🙌" you thought before you grabbed some paper that you totally didnt rip out from y/b/f/n's notebook like 2 days ago before yall were isekai'd and started drawing basically a city. Aka the city you lived in before this fiasco happened.

*Insert your drawing here cus I cant find anything that was close to my imagination 🥲*

After you finished drawing, you gave your arms a very well needed stretch you desperately needed that shit after sitting down with a posture looking like a fucking shrimp if you looked at what you looked like in the side for 3 fucking hours while your earphones were still playing music, "Finally done, im tired again lmao" you thought before you slept on your chair like when its math class 💔 because you were too fucking sleepy to even get out of your chair its comfier that those damned armchairs you'd sleep on during math class. 💀

But then, your foot accidentally hitted the leg of the table so fucking hard, that it caused the sleepiness in you to go *poof* "PUTANG INA NING LAMESA 👹" (Fuck this table) you yelled loud enough for only yourself to hear you held back your tendency to scream out filipino curses loud enough for the entire damn universe to hear you because... well, the people downstairs... Are downstairs...—

You felt your atoms and dna coursing inside you still shaking at the collision of your foot and the table, whats even worse is that the foot was the one that was wounded, which made the pain all the fucking worse.

"Bandages be damned. I need to fucking change these little shits. Bweshet nih. 😔" You cursed out loud as your throat wasnt as sore as earlier we call it mineral water for a reason /jk, you made your way into your bathroom while not walking normally.

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You were just drinking some water in kitchen peacefully, and of course your clumsy ass hand somewhat slipped and you accidentally dropped it onto the floor... and your foot. You winced at shards of bloodied glass digging into the flesh of your foot as sat on the nearest chair while y/b/f/n tended to your wound/s OHMIGASH KILIG NAKO AYIEEEEEEE!!!!!

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You got some bandages which were fortunately on the sink from the last time you changed your bandages and forgetting to put it back to its original place AGAIN, but you didnt give a shit rn. But as soon as you unwrapped your bandages, instead of the crimson blood you were expecting to see on your wound, the blood was... golden.

"...What the fuck?"

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YEY FINISHED PART 4!!! My hands are tired from holding the phone but its ok ❤

Filipino readers where u at? 😭

【Part 5】

Published: June 30 2024. 10:38pm.

[melhindips]

Day 362

🟡 Hezbollah forces repel 2 IOF ground incursion attempts. Hezbollah says it killed & injured 80 IOF soldiers; Israel says only 8 killed, 30 injured. ~5 IOF tanks reportedly destroyed

🇵🇸 90 Palestinians killed in Gaza in 24 hrs

‼️ IOF massacres 53+ people incl. 19 from 1 family, in hours-long ground incursion backed by artillery fire in Khan Younis (south)

‼️ IOF bombs orphanage in Rimal neighborhood + school in Tuffah district + residential buildings in Gaza City (north), massacring 25+

‼️ Gaza Civil Defense: Gaza Genocide has erased 902 families from registry. 1,374 families have only 1 survivor

🇯🇴 Jordan officials to CNN: Jordan intercepted Iran missiles. Israeli official says “other Middle Eastern countries” also helped

🇺🇳 Israel bans UN Secretary-General from entry for “insufficient condemnation” of Iran

🇱🇧 46 killed, 85 injured in Lebanon in 24 hrs

🚀 Hezbollah fires 240+ rockets, sparking fires in Israeli colonies

🇱🇧 IOF attack kills 5, injures 8 in west Beirut. 3 other airstrikes on Beirut leveled buildings

🇱🇧 Israel threatens 19 new towns in south Lebanon to fully evacuate

🇵🇸 Central Gaza: IOF attacked tents & evacuation centers, killing 23 people

🇸🇾 3 people killed, 3 injured in IOF attack on Damascus, Syria

🇬🇧 UK says its fighter jets played role in “wider deterrence” of Iran attack

🇺🇸 Biden discusses Israeli attack on Iran w/ Canada, Germany, France, Italy, Japan & UK

❌ Israel imposes new curfew on Hebron (West Bank), abducting & abusing several men

[eretzyisrael]

by Bassam Tawil

According to the textbooks used in UNRWA schools, Jews have no rights whatsoever or any legitimate status in Israel. A Jewish presence in the country is denied historically, geographically and religiously. No reference is made in the books to the history of the Jews throughout the region, either in Biblical or Roman times. Any connection is also denied of the Jews to their ancient capital, Jerusalem, which is presented as an Arab city since its establishment thousands of years ago. The Jews' presence in Jerusalem today is bewilderingly presented in the books as an aggression against the city's Arab character.

Beyond the textbooks, both UNRWA administrators and teachers have proudly displayed their approval of terrorism and hatred on countless occasions, including Hamas's recent October 7 massacre, according to a report published by UN Watch, an independent non-governmental human rights organization, as well as IMPACT-se.

UNRWA math teacher Adnan Shteiwi, for instance, glorified Diaa Hamarsheh, the perpetrator of the March 2022 Bnei Brak shooting attack -- in which he murdered four Israeli civilians and one policeman -- as a "martyr" whose name should "forever remain in letters of fire, might, and magnificence."

UNRWA's Asma Middle School for Girls B encouraged schoolgirls to " liberate the homeland by sacrificing 'their Blood' and pursuing jihad."

Roni Krivoi, one of the Israeli hostages recently freed from Hamas captivity, reported that he had been kept prisoner in an attic for more than a month and a half, mostly starved and medically untreated. His jailer was an UNRWA teacher.

In Gaza -- as with Ahmad Kahalot, Director of the Kamal Adwan Hospital, who admitted that he was the equivalent of a brigadier general for Hamas and that 16 of the hospital's staff were also "terror operatives for Hamas" -- the mesh of Hamas and UNRWA is also illustrated in the high-profile case of Dr. Suhail al-Hindi.

Al-Hindi served as both the principal of an UNRWA elementary school and as the chairman of the UNRWA employee's union in Gaza. In 2017, UNRWA suspended al-Hindi after it received information that he had just been elected to the Hamas political bureau. UNRWA announced that al-Hindi no longer worked for the agency, but did not say whether he had resigned or been fired. Al-Hindi first said he "resigned" from UNRWA, but later clarified that he was taking early retirement.

The case of al-Hindi and other UNRWA employees suspected of supporting terrorism makes the point that UNRWA is "the money," while thug terror-groups such as Hamas are "the muscle."

UNRWA tries to keep up public pretense that its hands are clean, and has taken a belligerently defensive stance against these and other accusations, as it publicly claims that it has a "zero-tolerance policy for hatred."

The Israeli news site Ynet , however, wrote recently about a UN Watch report:

"In it, some 47 documented cases of school staff promoting antisemitic material are recorded, as school staff openly violates the official UNRWA policy... "It was only two years ago that UNRWA apologized for similar instances, claiming they were done erroneously and will not occur in the future, but with this latest report, that promise rings hollow."

One UNRWA employee portrayed Adolf Hitler in a favorable light: "Wake up Hitler, there are people left to burn."

[octuscle]

What's up bro? After that lunar landing, India seems like the place to be! Problem is, I don't think the suitcase I brought will be enough for me to last seeing everything from the Taj Mahal to the golden temple. Can I borrow one of the DEL suitcases?

There is actually another suitcase. A fairly new aluminum suitcase from RIMOWA. Looks very expensive. And doesn't necessarily match your dusty and sweaty tourist outfit…. But since no one else has contacted me: Have fun with it!

Delhi… A really huge city. But also really challenging for a tourist who doesn't speak Hindi. But slowly you get used to the strange English they speak here. And somehow you finally find the Airbnb in the old city, a stone's throw from the Red Fort. It smells of sweat, urine and exotic spices in the stairwell. The stairs are steep and you are pretty tired. Heaving your suitcases up is really exhausting. But you have made it. You'll see what's in the big new suitcase tomorrow. You just want to sleep. It looks like the bed in the room hasn't even been made yet. You don't care about that now. Just sleep…

When you wake up the next morning, your old suitcase is gone. But also your old pajamas are gone. You lie naked in bed. And something is different… Your morning wood is hard as steel. Hehehehe, that's not bad… But it's also darker somehow. A shade like a coffee with a shot of milk. Coffee! Yes, you need it now. You get out of the silk-sheeted bed and your boner leads you like a divining rod to the coffee maker in the alcove between your dressing room and the master bath. After the first coffee, quickly take a shower and then get dressed.

And then a second coffee. Your driver will be here soon. Good thing your suitcase is already packed next to you.

You don't like Noida. But many of your friends live there because they have located their startup companies there and it is easier to find capable software developers. But that's not your world either. Your family made their money generations ago in real estate and in the textile industry. And you now head the banking and finance division in your family holding company. After all, you have financed some of your friends' startups. And today one of your friends is getting married. In Noida. You'll survive that, too.

The journey was long, as usual. Getting out of Delhi takes time. But at least you were able to make a number of phone calls while your driver navigated the car safely through the traffic chaos. Now you have moved into your suite. In the corridor hectic movements between the rooms. Bridesmaids and other guests scurry from room to room. You hate this hassle. In life, you would never think of getting married. But the bellboy who carried your suitcase upstairs was hot. You call the front desk and ask for someone to help you unpack your luggage and get dressed. The hotel is one of the most preferred locations for weddings in Noida. You are a regular guest here. They know your preferences. And the bellboys love your cock. You can already imagine that now there will be a fight again, who is allowed to blow you and gets the tip for it.

Yes, that was good… Your cock dangles relaxed between your legs. Your clothes fit perfectly. So on to the ballroom. And let's see who is your boring dinner companion this time.

[ineffable-opinions]

Do you still read BL novels? What languages do you read/understand? :0 what do you think of ‘queer’ literature in the west versus other places? Do you ever read such work?

I read translations of Chinese, Korean, Japanese and Thai BL novels. While I understand a bunch of languages (Malayalam, Tamil, Kannada, Hindi, Urdu, English), I am dyslexic. So reading is anyway difficult.

Since I have been reading for a while now, I can understand Chinese, Korean and Japanese works even when they are not translated well. Over the years, I have learnt enough BL vocabulary and separately learned some of the most common words, popular slang, etc. in those languages. I am still new to Thai novels, so they are a bit difficult to machine translate but I am getting the hang of it now.

I sometimes listen to danmei audio drama adaptations on MaoerFM. And in case of BL manga, if their drama CDs are available, I usually read while listening to them.

As for distinction between what's considered 'queer' literature in the west and elsewhere, honestly I don't care since I read everything. And I am always quick to notice the similarities. Here are some 'queer' works that might give you an idea of what I mean:

Bei Cheng Tian Street (北城天街) by FeiTian YeXiang - for the fans of Love in the Big City

Less by Andrew Sean Greer - PSA for Malayalis, Less machan visits Thiruvananthapuram at one point and it goes as you would expect it to 😑

Faggots by Larry Kramer

This Arab Is Queer

The Ministry of Utmost Happiness by Arundhati Roy

Hot Head by Damon Suede

Pride by Gengoroh Tagame

Confessions of a Mask by Yukio Mishima

Ang Ang: Hard-boiled Love by Gwendolyn

BLT by Konohara Narise

I have delved into some interesting differences in my pervious posts 😅

I also read a bit of academic output, especially (auto-)ethnography, to get an idea of the ground realities of queer people in BL producing countries.

[stephensmithuk]

The Sign of Four: The Story of the Bald-Headed Man

The Victorians were rather into what is known as chinoiserie, the European imitation of Chinese and other East Asian artistic traditions, although the popularity had somewhat peaked by this point.

The stethoscope had been invented in France in 1816 by René Laennec and the two-ear version was commercially available from 1852. The practice before and without one - see A Study in Scarlet - was to listen to the chest by applying your ear directly too. This was a bit awkward when dealing with a woman, the reason Laennec invented it in the first place.

We've seen Tokay before, in "The Last Bow".

Since tobacco came to Europe, there have been people who couldn't stand the smell. James I of England/James VI of Scotland wrote A Counterblaste to Tobacco in 1604, one of the earliest anti-smoking works. He would impose an import tax on tobacco, then later made it a royal monopoly.

It was also considered taboo to spoke in front of women for much of this period; hence the use of smoking rooms. It was also seen as unladylike for a woman to smoke at all; if she did, it evoked an image of prostitution. Unless you were working class, in which case women widely smoked.

Hookah comes from the Hindustani word "huqqa". Hindustani is also known as Hindi-Urdu; Hindi being the Devanagari-written version used in India and Urdu the Pakistani version written in the Persian alphabet. Both countries have tried to make their two versions somewhat distinct; Hindustani is not used in official terminilogy in either. In speech, the two are pretty much mutually intelligible, if you keep things simple.

The hookah remains popular in South Asia and the Middle East; smoking is not specifically prohibited in the Quran, but in recent decades, a number of very prominent clerics have declared it haram (forbidden). In much of Europe and North America, indoor smoking bans cover hookahs, places that offer them have had to switch to tobacco-free version.

In any event, hookah smoking is really bad for your health - you're basically inhaling the equivalent of 100-200 cigarettes in a single session.

Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot was a French realist painter. Works of his can be found in the Louvre and New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art, among various other galleries.

Pondicherry, which we've seen mentioned before, is a city on the south-east coast of what is now India; it was a French territory at the time - the British had taken it more than once, but returned to them each time, the last time in 1814.

The lightweight division of boxing today covers weights of 130 to 135 pounds. The current British lightweight champion is James Tennyson, but he has not fought a professional bout since a technical knockout to Jovanni Straffon in 2021.

Agra, located in Uttar Pradesh, is best known as the location of the Taj Mahal, built on the orders of Mughal emperor Shah Jahan between 1631 and 1653 as a mausoleum for his wife Mumtaz Mahal after her death in childbirth in 1631. He is also buried there himself.

£500,000 in 1888 would be the equivalent of over £54m at 2024 values. Not a bad chunk of change.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Characters I headcanon as Pakistani because I am Pakistani.

Jason and Thalia Grace.

Beryl was on popular Pakistani Dramas in her hay day and made sure both her kids were fluent in Urdu.

Jason ended up forgetting it when he was taken by Lupa who spoke to him in Latin. And then Camp Jupiter demanded he speak English.

But then he lost his memories and could only speak his mother tongue. And only Thalia, Annabeth and Grover could understand him. Urdu was Thalia’s first language too. She knows enough English to get by and can’t be arsed learning any more.

Annabeth because she demanded Thalia teach her and began doing her own learning. And Grover because he’s Indian in the to series and I head canon speaks Hindi, which is very similar to Urdu.

Steve Harrington.

Parents tried to assimilate and outside the home just try and hide their heritage. His grandparents spoke to him in Urdu as a child but he didn’t retain much of it. Definitely had a “wish I was white” phase (and probably had fair and lovely pushed on him as child.)

As he began to grow and accept himself, he desperately tried to reach his roots. Got in touch with his grandparents again and began to heal.

Ain’t no Farah Fawcett here we be oiling that hair. Cooks recipes his grandmother used to make him (which the kids demand more of once they get a taste.) Re-learning Urdu with his grandparents and Robin.

He’s done the kurta over jeans look.

(Probably very much watched over by Lucas’s parents after they find out because he’s one of the only other people of colour in this white ass town.)

2012 Casey Jones.

Grew up in New York with an American father and Pakistani mother. Even after her mysterious death he’s still beloved by his family and goes to all the events.

He’s the cool cousin.

He’s always had a deep love for his culture and his city. And always been unapologetically himself no matter what. He has won over Splinter with karak (desi) tea. Has also definitely worn a kurta over jeans and trainers.

Bought mithai as an apology gift after bringing a footbot to the turtles lair and became Mikey’s best friend.

Blake Belladonna

Loved her culture, her home still ran off with a white man Blake tried to leave it all behind and assimilate to life in Vale. But she never felt like she belonged, but also believed she’d changed too much to belong back home.

But as she grew to accept herself and all that made her Blake Belladonna, that feeling begin to lessen. It’s still there, but maybe she can exist in two worlds instead of one. She shares stories with her friends, practices and teaches them (particularly Weiss) her mother tongue and traditions.

And they embrace her just like they always will.

Ozma

He assimilates to each new life but he’s still him under it all. It’s under lock and key, who he was but in the quiet moments he shares those little things. He’s not a fan off tea, he drinks only coffee and yet there’s a certain pink tea that he will always accept.

He and Salem smh ran off with a white woman had a grand wedding, there were no attendants but they more than made up for it. His girls all had bangles around their wrists and there was a once a time where wrapping them in his mother’s dupatta was the most magical thing of them all.

He’d leave a plate off apple slices in their rooms and smile as they happily ate them. The old men at the market would gently pat him on the head when they meet. Some of them still do, as if they know and maybe they do.

Things from the past hurt so much now, and yet he loves them.

[jopetkasi]

Of weekends and things in betweeen...

The thing with having your own place is that when it's hot and humid, you simply run the airconditioner and walk around your unit, naked. of course, I had the drapes spread across less a snooty neighbor from the other building report me for exposing myself.

Saturday came and like any struggling adult out there, it meant errands. But first, lunch. Again, we should normalize and respect people who eat their meals alone. Period.

I went to Watami to satisfy my sashimi cravings and boy, it was a bit expensive. although hindi naman sya Wolfgangs or Antonios young pricing, still it was mahal (sorry na) I ordered a plate of their salmon which was really good mind you (because of the taba) and paired it with ebi tempura which failed my expectations given the price lol.

After lunch, i went to my favorite barber shop for a haircut and had a pedicure. the barber did wonders and the post-cut massage was a welcome relief. manang rose who does my toenails knows I hate the feeling of nail files swiping and applying gamot na pula to make one's feet look rosy red. they know my peculiarities well and i both gave them hefty tips after. done with pampering i did groceries to replenish my pantry. as you can see, if you reach my age, CheezWhiz is essential and so are sulfur soaps to thoroughly wash off bacteria, and yes, a little bit of alcohol wont hurt. the rest of my cart are the usual staples.

the rest of the afternoon was spent solitary with me playing some video games only to realize that my Switch controller is probably busted as the left trigger does not seem to function as it should.

by 5pm i decided to leave the city and be at my parent's house for the weekend. i missed them especially my adopted siblings who now call me "ahiya" which is "elder" brother in Chinese.

early dinner, done. the rest of the family decided to watch The House of Dragons and Piolo Pascual's Mallari since my kuya lent us his projector to give that cinema effect (since we are still scared shit to go to the movies lol) I sat down for a couple of minutes but left since I was already sleepy.

by 10pm, i was roused from sleep thanks to the incessant calls made by Carla. She is asking demanding that I be her plus one (+1) at Francos and I was like "gaga ka ba, galing na ako ng Makati kanina tapos babalik ulet ako?" Too late, she was already parked at our gate and gave me ten minutes to change into a fresh shirt.

of course, being the supportive friend i obliged with the condition that I would sleep during the drive. Thankfully, JanJan was in the passenger seat to keep Carla company because I was way too tired to talk.

Yun pala, the plus 1 was made up for me to meet the guy they introduced me the other night. Carla's real plus one was JanJan pala.

guy: oh you're here!

me: yeah, small world no?

guy: Carla invited me. she said you wanted to see me...

me: uh yeah (liar) i wanted you to join us (liar)

we joined the rest and listened to the ongoing conversation which was mostly payabangan stuff between balding guys in their thirties with the belief that their new vehicles are extensions of their dicks to entice girls.

i am not having that shit down on my throat that night so I excused myself to smoke outside. and surprise, the new guy followed...

guy: bored ka no?

me: sorry I am really sleepy....and the convo

guy. i know. full of shit lol. do you want to go somewhere else?

me: are we having sex? sorry di ko kaya pagod ako sobra.

guy: you are really weird in funny way, jopet.

and so that was how my Saturday night came to an end. Me having a nice chat with this new friend over balut, chicharon, and coke zero at the parking lot.

hours passed and with Carla not showing any signs of wanting to go home, I decided to go ahead and book a grab car (deadma na sa 1 thousand pesos na rate) but the new guy was kind enough to offer me a ride tutal we live in the same village din.

so that was my Saturday...that crossed over to Sunday.

[arzuispolitical]

so I've been having a little bit of a linguistics hyperfixation lately, and I decided to educate myself a little on the several languages of India - more particularly, their history and how they came to be the languages we recognise today, because I'm a bit of a history nerd. there was also this one insta reel living rent-free in my brain about how both the languages urdu and hindi came from meerut apparently and wasn't endemic to pakistan or something??? which is obviously a bunch of hogwash how can a language just be born in a city but whatever it bothered me enough to learn about it.

now i'm not a linguist so take this with a grain of salt but it turns out. hindi and urdu used to be the exact same language.

"but what about the script? the two languages look completely different - hindi is written in devanagari, and urdu in modified persian!"

there are many languages in the world that do not have their own script - this is especially true historically. that's why virtually all of the western european languages share a script - roman - because when the empire collapsed and new kingdoms began to take its place, they found that they didn't have to invent an entirely new script for administration - they could just take rome's. this is a vast oversimplification, but you get my meaning.

our language did not have this problem. if you were a person living in early 18th century india, you could write the vernacular used in the north of the country (it's collected a lot of names - hindu, urdu, hindustani, rekhta, hindavi, khariboli, etc.) in Kaithi, Devanagari OR Persian; granted you knew how to write, of course. this is what kaithi looks like:

if you're at all familiar with hindi/urdu, then you must also know what devanagari and nastaʿlīq looks like, so i'm not including them here.

all of these scripts would have been used at different times by different people in order to do different things - hindustani written in nastaʿlīq (which would later become urdu) would have been used for admin work by local lords and the like; kaithi was used by the kayasthas, a caste of scribes and accountants, and devanagari was popularly used by brahmins to write down religious scriptures.

over time, however, as colonial influence expanded and the british began to teach themselves the language, communal sentiments - mostly hindu brahmins that despised the influence of the 'urdu' elite - began to spread. they made literature and taught the english a version of "hindi" that had many sanskrit words and had removed all arabo-persian ones. on the other hand, poets and writers that had once been formerly empowered by the patronage of the mughals began to feel disillusioned with how much power had been stolen from them - so, they began to make their "urdu" much more arabicised and persianised.

the british also began to allow the use of the devanagari script in courts. and then then later - through malicious ignorance - recognised hindi and urdu as separate languages in some acts relating to official employment and education. this, combined with cultural factors and the aforementioned communal sentiments, led to hindi and urdu becoming different languages in the popular imagination.

so yeah. the only reason they're two different languages now is because of divide-and-rule. thanks, britain!

[sanguisxferox]

{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Henry Cohen Age: 130 Species: Blood Witch / alchemist Familiar: Eric Draven (Crow) Powers: Other than typical blood witch powers, Henry and his family are able to create 2-way fixed portals anywhere in the world that can be activated with a specific powder and their blood. The doors are noncorporeal and invisible. They are located all around New Orleans (and the world), giving Henry access to any places he wishes to go or take others with him without being seen. His homemade powders are mixed with his blood for quick use and to skip usually long rituals, different colors for different things, hence why his fingers often look stained when he uses them a lot. Deity: Primarily, the God of Travelling (deceased), but highly regards similar ones that guide souls; like Anubis, Fengdu Ghosts, Charon, Shinigami, Xolotl, Veles, etc. Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-male. He/him. Homosexual. Homoromantic Residence / Years: Lakeview / 50 years Affiliation / Years:  N/A Job / Workplace: Portal Maker/Guide & Owner of Wyrmwood Apothecary (French Quarter) Relationship status: Single Positive traits: Loyal, reliable, resourceful, witty, honest, loving Negative traits: Sassy, inconsiderate, short-tempered, self-serving, obsessive

{ FAMILY TREE }

They are, for the most part, alive, but none of them currently lives in New Orleans other than Henry. They can be found all around the world.

{ HEADCANONS }

Henry was born in England and of Jewish descent. His birthday is on October 23rd, making him a Scorpio.

He can switch back and forth between a Londoner accent and a New Orleans one.

It was while visiting his uncle in New Orleans that he fell in love with the city and decided to settle down there. His uncle left a few years later, leaving Henry to be the last of his family in town.

He speaks English, French, Spanish, and Louisiana French. He can understand Hindi well enough, but isn’t very good at speaking it.

One of his most common nickname (like the rest of his family) is The Traveller(s)

The Cohen are rumoured to be descendants of the God of Travelling; hence why they can make portals and guide people through them the way they do.

Henry owns and run an Apothecary in the French Quarter called Wyrmwood Apothecary.

He can get dangerously obsessive when he wants something/someone and he’ll go to great length to get what he desires.

The Cohen's divinely blessed bloodline is something the Higher Ups of the Deathrunners found out; resulting in them making a deal with the family a long time ago. The purpose was to get some of their blood for the corruption of Mathias Attano, which was a good deal until the Higher Ups became too greedy.

Recently, their greediness led them to almost draining Henry out of his blood, but he managed to escape. The direct attack has put the Deathrunners at odds with the Cohen Family all across the world.

Unbeknownst to Henry, the attack on him wasn’t as random as he thought, nor only out of greed and no one other than the Higher Ups know what provoked the attack.

As a consequences, any know members of the Deathrunners are turned around by the Cohen family (or killed on the spot) who now refuses to make portals for them and in Henry’s case to let them enter his Apothecary shop.

Standing at 1.80m (5'11"), Henry has a charming presence to him. He has wavy, slightly curly hair that falls just below the nape of his neck, accentuating his striking turquoise-like eyes and a full, short beard. As a blood witch alchemist, his fingers are often stained from creating vibrant powders for quick use, hinting at his craft. He prefers a casual style, typically wearing dark denim jeans, a plain white t-shirt and an assortment of leather jackets he loves to flaunt. With an attractive, mischievous aura, he effortlessly draws attention while exuding an intriguing blend of danger and allure.

{ CONNECTIONS }

Ricardo Jimenez / Best friend: He’s also his closest one. Henry would kill just about anyone to protect him. They have known each other for 15 years. But the incident with the Deathrunners has caused a crack in the foundation of their friendship as Henry is now cautious and distrusting of all Deathrunners. He knows his best friend had nothing to do with it, but knows that the Higher Ups could do something to control him.

The Deathrunners / Enemy: Although, his hatred for them is mostly targeted at the Higher Ups of the faction, he still stays away from them as much as possible.

Rus Saint-Cyr / Physical therapist: He's Henry’s obsession. Someone that Henry wants and someone he wants to want him. Henry met him after the incident with the Deathrunners. He was extremely helpful in Henry’s recovering.

Mathias Attano / Cautious acquaintance: Henry knows about Mathias more than Mathias knows about what has been done to him. It's because he too is a victim that Henry talks to him. He's also aware of Mathias' real position amongst the Deathrunners.

Suresh Lal / Business partner: For as long as there was a Cohen in New Orleans, they had the Lotus Eaters’ leader as business partner. Exclusive potion ingredients in exchange of fast travelling through the Cohen’s portals.

Versipellis Singh / Business partner / Close friend: They met a few years ago, when Versi was starting his business and become friends and part-time business partners when Henry’s portals came in handy for fast travelling. Unknown to Versi, Henry has quite often used his blood powers to control human customers and made people (including Versi) that the customers were possessed by a ghost.

{ WANTED CONNECTIONS }

Friends, Employees at the Apothecary Store, Frenemies

[melhindips]

American activist shot dead in occupied West Bank

A 26-year-old American woman has been shot dead in the occupied West Bank during a protest.

Aysenur Ezgi Eygi, who is of Turkish descent, is reported to have been taking part in a protest against Jewish settlement expansion in the town of Beita near Nablus.

Ms Ezgi Eygi was allegedly shot by Israeli troops, according to local media reports. The Israel Defense Forces (IDF) say they are aware of the incident and looking into it.

The American activist was rushed to a hospital in Nablus with a gunshot to the head and was later pronounced dead, AFP news agency reported.

According to reports by Palestinian media, the 26-year-old had been involved in a campaign to protect farmers from Israeli settler violence.

It comes after Israeli forces withdrew from Jenin city and its refugee camp in the occupied West Bank, following a major nine-day operation there.

During the operation, at least 36 Palestinians were killed - 21 from Jenin governorate - the Palestinian health ministry says. Most of the dead have been claimed by armed groups as members, but the ministry says children are also among those killed.

In the past 50 years, Israel has built settlements in the West Bank and East Jerusalem, where more than 700,000 Jews now live.

Settlements are held to be illegal under international law - that is the position of the UN Security Council and the UK government, among others - although Israel rejects this.

[chevvy-yates]

"New in town? Me? Nah — been living here since I can think!"

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So here's a lil info on him:

As you may have noticed through tags, Jaysen is the twin brother of Vijay. V didn't know about him until in 2078 — Jaysen found out about his brother earlier but was never able to find him until 2078 as well bc V is hard to find.

Jaysen was given away because his and Vijay's parents weren't able to handle two children (you may already know they weren't good parents for V either since they only had work in mind devoting their lives to Corpos, so Vijay grew up with a nanny looking after him instead).

Jay was adopted by a caring pair living in Night City. His foster dad worked as an officer at the NCPD. Jay thought to be their blood until he got to a certain teenage age starting to ask questions where they couldn't hide the truth from him anymore, telling him he was adopted and he was born with the last name 'Steyr' in Monterey and not 'Grayford'. His foster parents knew that he has a twin brother but not his name. So it was all they were able to tell him. After that Jaysen got obsessed with wanting to find him and his real parents.

So, like Vijay, he got himself into exploring the net more and more, collecting data, trying to find out more about his family tree. Over the years he managed digging out data of his parents and finds out his brother's name is Vijay but V seems to have vanished (because V went to live with that gang and deleted his data during that time, giving himself an alias also when moving to Night City because he still did netrunning service for people wanting their data removed (like Ryder)). This is just first thoughts on all this. Details might change a bit and ofc there is more about his backtory, but it's just bits and nothing final so this info should do for now.

On the other side i can add that Vijay already gets foretold by Arki (and Misty), that he's not one only but one of two through tarot cards.

"Wait — why does it say it's two of you. You're an only child, right?" "Yeah, I am." "Like I'm doing this for the fifth time now and it says two. Two of you." "Must've read wrong then. Or those cards are cursed." "Oh, they are never wrong. I'll go to Misty. Can't shake that there is something to it."

Misty confirms that as well but the cards won't say more so it will be the usual investigation to look into but the team has other important stuff and problems right now to do and it happens that Jaysen is the one finding his brother before Vijay can even start to look. How this is going to be, I'll keep for another time. :D

But:

If you ask yourself now where the idea of a sudden brother for Vijay came? Simple: I looked up 'Vijay' again; it derives from 'Vijaya' (Hindi for victory). Vijaya, alongside Jaya, is a gatekeeper of the abode of Vishnu. Due to a curse both (demonic) brothers were forced to reincarnate three times on earth.

A long while ago I defined for Vijay that he believes in soulmates and other more spiritual stuff. E.g. when you die and get born again, that you will find your soulmate, even if it takes centuries. I don't want to say that V's soulmate is Jay here, no, because his soulmate is Arki (hence they fall for each other so rapidly). Arki, too can't shake the feeling that Vijay must have been some ancient divine centuries ago (I did not start this, haha), they both do not just get to know each together, it's more they discover each other again.

Maybe it is similar with Vijay and Jaysen but I see them more like they are one mind in some cases. They have different likes, tastes and character bc they didn't grew up together but also are very much alike.

And what can I say other than this Vijaya and Jaya stuff was not too far away and I thought why not?

This is basically the idea behind giving Vijay a twin brother now just because of looking up name origins, tarot and ancient (soul) stuff, yo. That is how my inspiration works, yeah. And @nervouswizardcycle is always super inspiring and helping if I have doubts.

[avatarvyakara]

So let’s just say I have some catching up to do…

What happens when the cast of Strands of Webbing meets the cast of Across the Spider-Verse? Take a sneak-peek:

409. Reflect

“So, let me go through this one last time. Your name is Pavitr Prabhakar.”

Spider-Man beams through the mask.

“Right on, new guy!”

“And you were, what, bitten by a radioactive spider? Made the avatar of the spider who protected the Linga of Lord Shiva? Woke up one day to find yourself an enormous bug?”

“I prefer to keep my backstory mysterious, because, you know, it’s cooler that way.”

“And your girlfriend is Gayatri Singh, not Meera Jain?”

“Well, I can’t blame you for being interested, but I don’t think she’d be very interested in you. She’s a wonderful person and very faithful.”

“And you live in Mumbattan?”

“What, like it’s a bad name? Where are you from, anyway?”

“Kolkata,” says Pavitr, in a deadpan that he must have picked up from Other Peni.

“Oh, that explains your old-fashioned accent and antiquated fashion sense!”

“I—” Pavitr looks down at his shirt and pants, and then up at this new fellow. “Dude, you’re glittering like a Bollywood star, I don’t think you’re one to talk!”

“I’ll have you know that Bollywood copied me.”

“What’s Bollywood?” asks Mayday, who’s been tagging along.

“Wasn’t this my universe?” Roshni says out loud. The Web-Weaver looks around the enormous city in bewilderment. “But this isn’t Navayurka, it’s Mumbattan. It’s not Amrika, it’s Bharata. Somehow the events in our histories coincided enough that we managed to create almost identical buildings, but the names are completely different—”

“How long have you even been at this job?”

“Oh, uh, I think maaaaaybe a few months? Not much over a year. It’s been so easy the time kind of rushes by without you really thinking about it, doesn’t it.”

“Easy, what—fighting rakshasas all the time is easy?”

Spider-Man, who as they speak has been gallivanting over the rooftops, settles on a spire with a quick somersault. “What do you mean, rakshasas? No wonder you don’t like my costume, you’ve actually been sold on that whole gimmick? Hah! What, are we going to get a naga invasion too?”

“That happened,” says Pavitr, woodenly.

“Dude, you seriously need to chill. And maybe cut down on your caffeine intake.”

“But then I recognize that building and I recognize that traffic jam and I even recognize that graffiti because it annoys me so much and the sound even shows up in Hindi but there’s no holograms so how does anything actually work around here—”

“I cannot believe you’re supposed to be me!”

“Whoa, whoa, easy, guys,” Spider-Girl interrupts. “Why don’t we just relax a bit, get our bearings before anyone glitches, maybe have some chai tea to calm the nerves?”

Both Pavitrs stare at her.

“Mayday…” Pavitr begins, long-suffering.

But Other Pavitr looks downright horrified. “What did you—chai tea? ‘Chai’ means ‘tea’! You’re just saying ‘tea-tea’!”

“Thank you!”

“It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Would I ask for a coffee-coffee with extra sugar-sugar?”

“Of course not!”

“Foreigners, am I right?”

“Americans.”

“I’m right here, guys.”

“Maybe there’s just some kind of mixup, or is this world the past version of my own? But it’s the same graffiti, did someone just keep redrawing it exactly the same way for seven hundred years? On another continent entirely? Or maybe there was some kind of split where a past version of Navayurka provided a psychic template for Mumbattan somehow? Or is it the other way around? I don’t know what’s reeeeeeal!”

Well, at least the Pavitrs are finally getting along.

“Although why you’re asking for sugar-sugar instead of cream-cream I won’t pretend to understand.”

“You absolute heathen.”

Maybe not.

“At least Baby Mayday only throws up on me from time to time,” mutters Mayday to herself, patting a hyperventilating Roshni on the shoulder.

[chaplinlegend]

In September 1931, Charlie Chaplin, during his second tour of Europe promoting his new film "City Light's", met Mahatma Gandhi in London. It was a meeting of two giants from completely different fields of work. One of them was a legend of politics, a nationalist, a lawyer and a father of the nation, and the other was the most important idol of cinema, the greatest entertainer and a legend of cinema. Unlike Charlie Chaplin, Mahatma Gandhi was not a fan of films and watched only two films in his life, one in English and one in Hindi.

Mahatma Gandhi did not know Charlie Chaplin's work, he did not know who he was.

The meeting was widely commented on in the media, with a lot of journalists and photographers.

Mahatma Gandhi opposed the abuse of machines. Charlie Chaplin asked him about his views on the "abhorrence of machines", to which Mahatma Gandhi replied:

"Machines have in the past made us dependent on England, and the only way in which we can free ourselves from this dependence is by boycotting all products manufactured by machines."

On hearing Gandhi speak about machines, Charlie Chaplin wrote in his notebook:

"I received a clear lesson in tactical maneuvering in India's freedom struggle, paradoxically impressed by a practical, manly visionary with an iron will to endure it."

He also attended a prayer with Mahatma Gandhi.

Charlie Chaplin was greatly impressed by Mahatma Gandhi, who inspired next film, "Modern Times". It was one of Charlie Chaplin's best films!

[biff-adventurer]

today i met tiny chris

poor wean's da got et by a 'bon. now he wants 'em all dead. wiv' crossy eyes like them as drawed in the picture shows. dinnae get et and ye might be his new da.

he actually made me think about two things - the npcs/people we've helped along the way, and the writing of accents.

it's no secret i gave biff this accent - it tells you he ain't a city slicker but rather a rural boy, it tells you his folks ain't got a lotta money (at least, one would think), and it associates him with a specific cultural/ethnic profile (gaelic, i know/studied a little more about irish than scots so i lean irish)

i think we should, as a society, be wary of continuing to associate class with specific ethnic communities, but i'm not learned enough to make a post dedicated to my specific thoughts on that (yet? tbd)

mostly, i think it's important to look at the way characters speak as a vehicle of writing. when you write a character's accent, is it useful for what you're trying to establish in the scene? is the noble supposed to fail to understand the vernacular of his server? is it useful if the character is always going to say "dinnae" instead of "do not"? when dealing with non-western characters with accents, how far is it okay to go until the dialogue goes from representation to racist charicature?

writers have the power of flexibility. writing is about persuasion more than anything else, and we should remember to persuade our audiences that these are people. they aren't real, so don't bother with "realistic" - but they represent real ideas, concepts and associations in our world. it's important to be careful what you do with these, intended or not! and if you make an oopsie? acknowledge, accept and continue on your journey to being your best.

my preferences for writing accents based on my experiences, observations and education lean thus:

pick and choose what words require emphasis. if the whole sentence requires it, then so be it! but make conscious choices. words weigh differently, and they carry double the weight when they're written out to represent an accent. just really think about whether or not this is the point you want to say to, t', ta, or tae. the whole sentence doesn't need to be written out phonetically b/c avoiding doing that helps us steer clear of reiterating caricatures.

include culturally specific verbiage. "what's the craic" or "how's it hangin'" depending on who your character is. in india, lots of people greet each other with religious phrases (in english, it'd sound like saying "god is good"/"good is god" call and response) - so a thavnairian character could say anything between "sisters be with you" to "mindhurva guide your path today" (and also yours, brother/sister). but also: wain, wean, child, sweetling,

be careful which non-english words your character uses. i don't call it chai tea latte, i call it chai latte. my wife doesn't call it green tea latte, but matcha latte. i actually don't drink chai latte, i drink chai. but i call it both chai and tea interchangeably; so, when i want someone to know how to prepare my tea, i might ask for chai instead of tea. because with chai, you get half or whole base milk instead of water. you get dried ginger or an array of spices depending on the auntie. with tea, you get dried up leaves and some hot water. big difference for me.

above all, make sure it's legible most of the time. you can do this by avoiding writing a character's accent out completely phonetically. this isn't to say "conform your character to what people think they should talk like". this is about being aware that writing implies an audience. if you want your writing to connect with people, the important parts should be clearly communicated in the text. especially if you're writing in english. if i wanted my characters to speak hindi, why would i bother writing the story in english at all? you want people to see your character a specific way. write them the way you hope they'll be seen--if you've done a good enough job, it will lead to so much joy and satisfaction. if you haven't--it's back to the drawing board! but you get the chance to learn even more.

[m--a-r-i--a]

Questions for myself during my free time.

1. Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen?

-In my opinion, it doesn't really matter to me on what pen I'd use as long as I can write. But most of the time I use a black pen.

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or the city?

-To be honest, I prefer to live in a city than a country lol.

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

-I want to learn how to dance, be good in Mathematics, and be artistic. Wouldn't it be nice to know how to dance and know how to draw and paint? I suck at those, especially with Math. Smh.

4. Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar?

-It doesn't really matter to me whether I drink coffee with sugar or not. I love any types of coffee as someone who drinks coffee a lot. But most of the time I drink coffee with sugar.

5. What was your favorite book as a child?

-I don't really like to read unless a book is connected to what I'm interested in. Perhaps books intertwined with Filipino subject or English subject? Lol.

6. Do you prefer baths or showers?

-Doesn't really matter as long as I'm clean. Maybe showers? Because I'm so tired of using my hands to take a bath by using the TABO.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?

-Manananggal or aswang? Hahahah. It'd be nice to fly lol.

8. Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?

-My back aches just reading e-books on my computer, so I prefer reading paper in the library I suppose?

9. What is your favorite item of clothing?

-Skirts?

10. Do you like your name? Would you ever change it?

-I'm fine with my name, I just cringe everytime I'm the one who says it. If I were to change it, I would want it to be Raven.

11. Who is a mentor to you?

-My family, maybe?

12. Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for?

-I do want to be famous. Maybe a famous writer, singer, or a video editor? But of course there are problems that I would be facing if I were to become famous.

13. Are you a restless sleeper?

-I don't have an idea, honestly. I sleep comfortably naman. But these days I find it hard to sleep because I think about a lot lately.

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic?

-Probably not. I do flirt with my friends as a joke but if it were to be a real flirting thing, I'd cringe.

15. Which element best represents you?

Element in the periodic table ba? Maybe Oxygen kasi hangin utak ko minsan sa kalutangan.

16. Who do you want to be closer to?

-God, hahah. Hindi kasi ako masyadong maka-Diyos kagaya ng iba that's why I want to try and build a close relationship with him. I want to know what it feels like being connected to God.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment?

-Oo, 'yung mga close kong 'di ko na close ngayon. Bond din namin ng mga friends kong malayo na kami sa isa't isa dahil magkaiba ng section at may different circle of friends na rin sila.

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory.

-Nilagyan ko ng ipis pagkain ng kaklase ko noong Nursery.

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

-Balut? It has a chick inside eh, sometimes it still even has feathers. It looks disgusting but it's delicious in my opinion.

20. What can you see outside your bedroom window?

-Wala akong bedroom eh. Outside of the window na lang ng bahay namin. Hahhaha, ang nakikita ko lang naman kapag sumilip sa bintana is bahay ng kapitbahay namin. Does that even make sense?

21. What are you most thankful for?

-Sa family ko? Sa friends ko? Hahaha. Sa sarili ko na rin kasi nagpapakatatag ako at hindi pa rin sinasabit leeg ko sa kung saan para matigok.

22. Do you like spicy food?

-Yes, of course! :))

23. Have you ever met someone famous?

-Si Jhong Hilario? He's a brother of my ninong e. Ex-B and other famous na artista singer na pumupunta sa Makati kapag may Fiesta. 'Yung stage sa Evangelista minsan doon sila o kaya minsan sa Lucban nilalagyan ng stage.

24. Do you keep a diary or journal?

-May diary ako noong 5th grade. It was a must sa Filipino subject, laging tsinetsek ng teacher namin. 'Di ko na 'yon sinusulatan ngayon. May isa pa akong diary noong 7th grade, 'di ko na rin sinusulatan. May e-diary din ako, sinusulat ko ang nangyayari sa buhay ko sa Notes app sa cellphone ko, na ngayon ay sira na. Hahaha, sayang mga memories ko roon sa cellphone na 'yon. Katamad na rin magsulat ng diary ngayon kaya kahit sa notebook or notes app sa cellphone ko ngayon eh hindi ko na ginagawa.

25. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

-Pen, malabo kapag lapis e. But sometimes pencil, if there's something that I'll do and using a pencil is necessary.

26. What is your star sign?

-Aries

27. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

-Soggy. It gives a feeling I can't explain through words.

28. What would you want your legacy to be?

-Maipaglaban ko ang Pilipinas sa makabagong panahon kahit sa simpleng pagsusulat lang kagaya ni Jose Rizal. Lalo na ngayon dahil sa isyu patungkol sa WPS.

29. Do you like reading? What was the last thing you read?

-Never liked reading unless the book peeked my interest. Huli kong binasa is ang libro kong may pamagat na "Korespondensiya sa Filipino". Naglalaman siya ng kung paano magsulat ng iba't ibang mga liham.

30. How do you show someone you love them?

-I give gifts and my time. Ganoon ako mag-express. Hindi ko kaya sa salita at sa physical touch eh. hahahah.

31. Do you like ice in your drinks?

-Yeah, who doesn't? I just avoid ice or cold drinks when there's an occassion I have to go to and kakanta ako. I don't want to sing with a hoarse voice and may phlegm na nakadikit sa lalamunan ko. Uubo-ubo ako niyan habang kumakanta which is annoying lol.

32. What are you afraid of?

-Death? I'm sensitive with that topic. It triggers my panic attacks.

33. What is your favorite scent?

-Vanilla all the waaayyyy!

34. Do you address older people by their first or last name?

-It doesn't matter to me. I address older people the way they want me to call them. First or Last name doesn't matter.

35. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

-Happily, doing the things I love without worrying about money (how to spend and kumita ng money to fulfill the expenses needed to live in everyday life). Ang hirap kasi sa pera, minsan kukuha ka ng propesyong ayaw mo para lang mataas kitain mong pera, dahil ang talagang propesyong magpapasaya sa'yo at ang mga gusto mong gawin sa buhay eh kakarampot lang ang salaping kikititain mo.

36. Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean?

-None of the above, I don't know how to swim sadly.

37. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?

-50$ 2,500 pesos 'yon sa Pinas. Ise-save ko siyempre kung walang nagmamay-ari pero kung mayroon e 'di isauli. Hahaha, biyaya na 'yan sa'kin! Mukhang pera eh, charot.

38. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

-I saw a shooting star noong nasa Baguio ako, inabangan ko talaga 'yon since binalitang may shooting star e. Nag-wish ako, that's normally what people would do right?

39. What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

-Proper decision making, para hindi sila matulad sa'kin na poor decisions ang kadalasang nagagawa sa buhay.

41. What can you hear right now?

-Electricfan namin na umaandar.

40. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

-I want a Treble clef ang ganda eh lalo na mahilig ako sa music. Maybe sa wrist ko.

42. Where do you feel the safest?

-Sa bahay, tapos mag-isa lang ako at tahimik ang paligid. Tamang kinig lang ng music at minsan sasabayan ko by singing.

43. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

-Fear ko sa death, anxiety ko and depression? Hirap mabuhay ng may ganiyan. Dagdag ko na rin pagiging mahiyain ko.

44. If you could travel back to any era, which would you choose?

-Era ng may mga kings and queens? Idk bobo ako sa history.

45. What is your most used emoji?

-crying emoji HAHAHAHHAH 😭 I use it as a laughing emoji.

46. What is your favorite season? Why?

-Rainyyyy, ang kalmado lang.

47. How would you spend your ideal day?

-Sa bahay lang. Tulog-kain-music-piano-kanta-kain.

48. Describe yourself using one word.

-Mahiyain

49. What do you regret the most?

-Desisyon kong hindi pinag-isipan nang mabuti.

50. Invent your own word. What does it mean?

-Shanxioussion. Shy and anxious🥲 Someone na hindi kayang makihalubilo sa iba? Ang hirap ipaliwanag basta similar diyan.