#Tagalog dictionaries

[leng-m]

Episode 514 of Am I Losing My Fluency in Tagalog or Is This a Different Dialect or Is this New Slang or Is My Mom Just Making Up Words?

Mom: Itatapon ko na yung pinag-pritusan ko ng isda.

Me: pri-pritusan... you mean, prituhan?

Mom: Pag naghugas ka, i-andaya mo na yung mga lalagyan diyan.

Me: andaya? an...daya? nadaya??? idamay????

[lee-hakhyun]

Hi sorry if this question seems rude. I was wondering if you are korean? I’m curious if your translations are your own or MTL with edits.

i'm not korean, just (slowly) teaching myself the language ^^ aside from what i already know the rest is mostly edited mtl. i am using orv to study lmao

[dorkousloris]

found a site (that is run by a filipino-american guy with help of people from ph) so i can relearn and improve my tagalog oTL

edit: after going thru the site, im. going to stick with their dictionary side. lays down.

[uwublr]

Pine's Ridiculously Long List of Free Japanese Study Materials

First Month Edition

All my current study materials, because sharing found resources is caring. These are not JLPT-specific and are for pre-beginners to beginners like me. I can't believe I have been studying for a month. Comparison is truly the thief of joy. I am a slow learner, but that's okay. Find a community because it truly does make a difference. Shoutout to Seitokai's Nihongo Discord, and to @tokidokitokyo whose post let me know about it and is just overall a great person too.

Main study material: Marugoto Online A1 Self-Study Kastudoo and Rikai with downloaded PDF and Wordbook (my original post about it)

Supplemental references:

A Dictionary of Basic Japanese Grammar (The only NOT free resource in this list, sorry! The e-book sold on Amazon does not have good reviews as it's a scanned copy of the book, rather than a properly formatted e-book. A free alternative to this is JapBase which also contains Intermediate and Advanced content.)

Marugoto Plus which accompanies the Marugoto courses and includes videos, audio files, etc.

Apps: Anki, Renshuu

Anki decks:

Tatsumoto's Kana (Recognizing and Writing)

Tatsumoto's AnkiDrone Sentence Pack V7

Official KanjiDamage Deck (from the creator of KanjiDamage, crude language warning for both the deck and the site)

Marugoto A1 Rikai Katsudoo 2021

Dictionaries:

Rikaitan browser extension (installed JMDict English V4, JMExtra, 日本語文法辞典(全集), and Kanjium)

Takoboto app (with offline access)

Other resources:

Sukiruma for practice writing sheets

Reader Ttsu for reading Japanese materials on a browser (used in conjunction with Rikaitan, since I couldn't find an e-book reader that I can install a Japanese dictionary in)

Sousakuba for downloadable genkouyoushi without watermarks

Youtube:

Favorites marked with a ⭐️.

Comprehensible Input for what it says on the tin, in bite-size formats

Daily Japanese with Naoko for vlogs with Japanese subtitles

Dogen for the funny videos that you can learn from and/or relate to

Game Gengo because Japanese learning through games, and has JLPT geared content if you're looking for it

Gino Kei who has shorts teaching Japanese in a not so serious way

Hiro - Food in Japan for cooking videos, not in Japanese, but these make me crave for Japanese food anyway so that counts

⭐️ Japan Eat for Japanese food commentary in English and also makes me hungry. So, yeah, not in 日本語 but it's delicious so that also counts

Japanese Koro mostly for kana reading practice which actually helps you get short serotonin boosts for when you do actually get to read the words correctly

Japanese Quest which plays games in Japanese

⭐️ Japarrot! for fun, animated comprehensible input videos

Let's ask Shogo for culture content

⭐️⭐️⭐️ Matcha Samurai for delightfully unhinged culture content, debunking Japanese misconceptions one video at a time

Namba Tsuyoshi for no narration Japanese walk with me style vlogs, very chill and relaxing

⭐️ NihongoDekita with Sayaka for fun, short grammar content

ShekMatz Japan has videos/playlists where she teaches Japanese in Tagalog, so if you can't understand Tagalog, you'd better skip it

Sora The Troll because why not

⭐️ Takashii from Japan is honestly one of my favorites, even before I started learning Japanese. His interviews are just really good!

Taro's Sewing because my toxic trait is thinking I can sew the cool things they post. Also comes with short Japanese commentary on screen

Tokyo Lens counts as uh, immersion even if it's not in Japanese, but it's in Japan so that counts? Yeah, let's go with that

もしもしようすけ for Japan vlogs/walk with me with Japanese and English subtitles

Yomii Japan Piano if you like piano and the occasional trolling

Japanese Calligrapher Takumi because my other toxic trait is thinking I can write this beautifully

[starlightscythe]

Raining in Manila

Greg Hirsch x f!Reader

Also includes an instagram!AU (idk what it's called but I added some insta interactions)

Plot: you're the Chief of Financials at Waystar Royco and also Logan's Goddaughter, tasked to go with Greg to the Philippines to check up on the xerox business, not knowing some budding feelings will grow along the way.

Warnings: stressed!reader, will add more later.

P.S: purely written for Greg. Fuck Nicholas Braun, man. What a prick.

"So you're half Filipino? All this time?" Greg asked, trailing you from behind. Pushing your heavy baggage cart as you walk with hands free, clutching your phone with your right hand.

"I am 1/4th Filipino, Greg. My grandma, Nerie is the Filipino. Lucky wife to my Grandpa, Victor whose a European." You explained, steps hasty as you walk towards the exit of the NAIA airport.

Greg tried to catch up with you as best as he can with his long legs, pushing the heavy cart with force to walk side by side with you.

You were sent here by Logan to check the Xerox copy machine side business and to evaluate the profit and if it's still considered to be operational by income standards. Waystar is apparently looking to cut their losses even if it means a thousand people would lose their job just to pay off Peirce.

"That's interesting. So you speak the language? B-because you know, what if we got lost and none of us speak the language? Google Translate isn't exactly eh- exact?" He pushes his hair back, adjusting the sleeve of his suit, "Is it normally this hot here?"

"I told you to lose the suit dumbass. It's a tropical country- and you know what-" You paused, stoping by a souvenir shop a saw an English-Tagalog Dictionary, "learn the language while we're here."

Quickly purchasing the book and throwing it at him which he catches clumsily mid-air.

The ride to your hotel was short, doesn't help that Greg was complaing about the tropical heat and how he's sweating underneath his suit.

"Honeymoon?" The Uber driver asked. Smiling at you and Greg from the rear view mirror.

"Uh- oh- no. No. Just work- work mates. Happy workmates" He laughed, "here for work."

"On valentines day?" The driver raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, unfortunately." You replied, pulling your lips in a tight line as you message an unresponsive Roman about the hotel reservation.

Exiting the Uber and going straight to the hotel lobby whilst Greg was left alone to unload your bags from the trunk. A couple minutes of waiting for him, he finally emerges besides you, tapping your shoulder lightly.

"Oh, took you long enough. Show them the reservation." You spoke, returning your attention to your phone.

Greg stood there confuse, pushing his hair back and wiping his sweat from his forehead, "What reservation? I thought Roman sent it to you?"

"I thought he sent it you?!" You whispered to him, "well, call Kendall and have him sort this out."

"Is there a problem?" The receptionist finally arrived in front of you.

You quickly turned to her and smiled, "no. No. We're all good. He's just sorting out the reservation paper. Such a klutz, this one."

"Well, Ma'am if you just have a name for the reservation and an I.D I can verify it even without the papers." She assured you.

Rummaging through your bag as Greg tried calling Kendall behind you. Taking out your Waystar employee I.D and showing it to her.

"Can you try, (Y/N) Abberdon? I think my collegue might've put it under my name."

The receptionist typed for a bit and shook her head, "we don't have that name in the system Ma'am. Is there any name? Maybe under the name of your collegue?" She gestured to Greg.

Grabbing the man by the I.D which dangled from one of those laces with the retractable strings. "What- hey!" Greg exclaimed, hand still on the ringing phone.

"Try Gregory Hirsch?" You desperately looked at her. The woman did the same thing only to looked up at you once again and shook her head.

Mentally punching Roman in your head at this point, "Ok well, we don't have his I.D but, Roman Roy?"

"I see a Roman Roiland but no Roman Roy, miss. I am sorry."

"Oh my god," You backed away from the reception desk, "I am sorry- just give me a minute" Excusing yourself. The woman nodded her head and returns to her work.

You grabbed Greg by the arm and dragged him away from the desk, looking up at him for an answer.

"They won't call back. I tried Kendall, Shiv, and Roman." He panicked, "I could try Tom?"

"Then try Tom." You deadpanned, "I am going to call Roman. But keep calling whoever is in that flip phone of yours Greg or I will throw that ancient thing in the trash."

"No need to be stres-"

"Don't tell me what to do." You suddenly flipped out at him, making him flinch, "I am- I am sorry. I am just stressed, you're right. This is not big deal. If we can't reach out to any of them we'll just have to book it ourselves."

Greg nods, "yeah. Ok. I'll keep trying to call Tom."

A couple more minutes of you guys looking like anxious rats on your phone trying to contact everyone. Greg finally got a hold of Tom over the phone.

"Tom! Oh thank God. Listen I am- we- yes me and (Y/N)- we're stuck in the Philippines- yeah- can you just- Is Roman with you?- oh- right- uhuh- well, here." Greg hands the phone to you.

You took it out of his hand, "Jesus I forgot how these things work," Fiddling with the flip phone for a bit, "Hello? Tom? What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck is everyone?"

"Enjoying your vacation with my assistant? That you stole by the way. How dare you?!"

"We're not on vacation, dipshit. What's happening over there? We can't get a hold of everyone and we're stuck in another country with no hotel reservation."

"Oh yeah, well. There's been an emergency and Shiv just told me you guys might be stuck in there for another week or two because they're using the private jet to go to the bahamas."

"What the fuck?!" You exclaimed, quickly returning back to your normal tone, "well can you atleast have Roman call me b-"

The phone suddenly crackles and Roman's voice was heard though the phone, "hey god-sis. Yeah listen, I did an oopsie and I kinda forgot to put in a reservation..."

"What's happening...?" Greg tried to ask but your head was running a million miles per minute.

One thing you hated was when plans didn't go as planned and mostly being stucked in another country where you barely speak the language and your American Express might not work.

You raised your hand out of frustration, an attempt to throw Greg's phone onto the ground. But he was quick to catch your arm with his tall physique, snatching his phone out of your hand.

"He-hey. Ok. How about you sit and calm down. Ok?" He tries to comfort you, "I'll handle this. I know you're stressed out so just relax. Ok?"

You nodded, sitting by the nearby sofa of the hotel lobby. Frantically typing into your phone whilst running a hand onto your hair out of frustration.

"Yeah- ok- I can manage that. Ok. Thanks- bye" Greg ends the call and sat on the couch parallel to yours, "ok so, we'll book a hotel and have it on the company card. Shiv said we could do whatever we want for the next two weeks as an apology for your distress and inconvenience. So...there you go. Don't stress ok? Cause youre kinda freaking me out too."

Slowly nodding as you bit your lip, preventing yourself from laughing at the distressed Greg as he sighed and lean back onto the white sofa, putting his earphone on to calm himself down. You sneakily took a picture of him and posted it on Instagram.

"Well I'll just see if they have a spare room available." You pull a tight smile , touching his shoulder as you move past him. Greg gives a nod in response.

"Hey," You greeted the receptionist again, "looks like my collegue might've missed it in his brain to book a reservation, is there a room available for two weeks? Two room separately...preferrably for me and him" Pointing at Greg behind you.

The receptionist tuts as she tapped at her keyboard for a bit, looking appologetic up at you, "sorry, looks like we're all fully booked at the moment. That's normal for valentines Day- oh wait- we have an opening for a honeymoon suite... I am afraid that's the only room available."

"Oh..." You scrunched your face. Scratching the back of your head in frustration, "is there like...another hotel?"

"Well you can try the love hotel from across the street but at valentines week I am afraid all of the hotel right now are fully booked too, miss."

Glancing at your watch, it reads 6:37 pm. And the jet lag was getting to your system. Not really wanting to go out there and dragging Greg around the block you were forced to weigh your options.

"Does it have a couch atleast?"

"Yes ma'am. But I am afraid it only has one bathroom."

"That's fine." You sighed, taking out your business card, "just do it. We're way too tired."

The woman apologized again as she took your card before handing you two keycards for the room. Telling you that your bags will be delivered in your room shortly.

Dragging your feet back to where Greg was, you handed him the other key card by shoving it in his face. Greg took it and read;

"Honeymoon suite?" He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes

"Yeah, not alot of options at valentines day, buddy." You scoffed at him, "you're welcome to run around the block for a new hotel room. They're all fully booked apparently. and I am too tired to argue for separate room. So either suck it up or get out."

Greg grunts in annoyance, standing up and following you anyways.

You turn back at him, "there's a love hotel full of jizz across the street. You're welcome to that"

"Uhuh, and if I get sick because of it, you'd have to be Tom's assistant for as long as it takes."

"He wishes, Greg"

[emjcarr]

Looking at the Tagalog dictionary and I am COOKED

[tipaklong-child]

The problem with writing in Tagalog is sometimes you want to look something up but the slang changes too fast to make it to a dictionary. Straight Tagalog sounds archaic and mixed Taglish—which is my mother tongue—sounds unliterary. A lot of local writers prefer English. Language is viewed through classist lens in the country itself.

My problem with writing Tagalog is I am rusty and have to translate myself and even then there’s connotations that are often missing in dictionary meanings. The only Tagalog I consume is from songs, a little from Filipino TV shows and news, and very very little from books.

[tlajtollirambles]

Which apps do I use to learn languages?

YOUTUBE!

Languages I use it for: Nahuatlahtolli (mainly), Thai, recently subscribed to an Arabic and a Tagalog channel, and just for the cool linguistics / history of the languages.

DUOLINGO!

Languages I use it for: Hindi, Thai, and sometimes I dabble in the Hawaian and Diné Bizaad (Navajo) courses.

I was able to download an older version by going to https://old-duolingo.online/ and it made everything easier.

FUNEASYLEARN!

The bee app that isn’t beelingue. I really like it and has help me a lot with languages in other scripts. They have a series of games per topic so you get all the pacakge.

Languages I use it for: Hindi, Thai, and Arabic.

I was able to get the premium version by downloading the APK Premium Unlocked version.

MONDLY LANGUAGES!

What I love most about this app is the chatbot function. As someone who isn’t ready to dable into the most social of the language learning apss this is very cool.

Languages I use it for: Tagalog, Hindi, Arabic.

I was able to get the premium version by downloading the APK Premium Unlocked version.

DISCORD!

I recently join a server for learners of native languages and is soo cool.

Languages I use it for: Nahuatlahtolli

APRENDE NAHUATL!

A to be honest, interactive dictionary made by the INPI (National Institute of Indigenous Nations), with some grammar explanations.

What I really like is that it has a listening function, images and both classic and modern spelling.

Languages I use it for: Very obviously Nahuatlahtolli.

LANGUAGE TRANSFER!

A to be honest podcast! You get to hear to different lessons of a topic, what is cool is that the teacher knows what he’s talking about.

Languages I use it for: Arabic (egyptian)

MANGO LANGUAGES!

Also more focus on the listening/speaking aspect. It has a very nice breakdown of the languages and repetition.

Languages I use it for: Tagalog, Thai, Arabic, Hindi.

I was able to get the premium version by downloading the APK Premium Unlocked version.

LING!

What I like about the app is the conversation excercises, where you get to hear/read a conversation and then fill in the blanks.

Languages I use it for: Tagalog, Thai, Hindi.

I was able to get the premium version by downloading the APK Premium Unlocked version.

TUMBLR!

I like to see the langblr posts because it gives me motivation to continue my language learning journey + a lot of great resources.

Languages I use it for: Hindi, Arabic, Tagalog, Thai, Nahuatlahtolli, and just in general to learn more about linguistics, and see how other people are learning.

[eliastheyapper]

Marahuyo: to be enchanted, to be in love

Chapter 1: The Audition

Disclaimer: This fanfiction will be written primarily in the English language. However, some terminologies, dialogues, and monologues will be in Tagalog or Taglish (a mix of both languages) as this fanfiction is held in an alternate universe wherein the cast of the Ace Attorney franchise are Filipinos. Speaking of language, this will include explicit and suggestive language. Some fictitious names will also appear from Google Translate so there may be lingual discrepancies. There is a dictionary available to better understand a word’s or phrase’s meaning and translation.

A lot of the environmental and cultural descriptions will be heavily based on the country of the Philippines, as well as a university in Manila that I will keep its name private due to my attendance there.

This fanfiction also includes original characters, real people, and a self-insert to fill in for the supporting cast. I have the real people’s consent for their insertion.

Phoenix's heterochromatic eyes shifted between the clock on the classroom wall and his phone screen. Impatiently, he awaited the arrival of the excuse letter from his college organization's president, signed by the Dean of the College of Liberal Arts as well as the Dean of the College of Music as they were to utilize their building. A document that would allow him and his friend to skip their regular classes and assist in facilitating this year’s audition. Both Phoenix and his friend, Larry Butz, had been devoted members of the campus-wide theater troupe, Darstellende Künste, for a year. Recently, they had been entrusted with the role of the troupe’s new set of choreographers and were now expected to contribute to the audition process.

As Phoenix grappled with a surge of simultaneous excitement and nerves, he struggled to concentrate on the topic being presented in his Art Appreciation class—a rather difficult class to fail—as his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of proving himself as a reliable member of the troupe to the senior members. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in successfully managing his academic commitments alongside his responsibilities within the college organization.

Bzzt.

Phoenix glances down at his phone, reading the troupe’s president’s name with the word “[ATTACHMENT]” plastered below it was enough to make him let out a quiet sigh of relief. He grabs his sketchpad and graphite pencil set, hastily stuffing them back in his messenger bag before relaying to his professor that he needs to go, telling her that he will forward the provided letter to her email address within the day.

Bzzt.

His phone buzzes a second time. Phoenix opens his phone as he plugs in his earphones, seeing he received a message from Larry. It read:

“im omw, wya bro?"

“Im also OMW”

He quickly replies before switching to Spotify and pressing play on his theater playlist. He closed his phone and started walking to the College of Music’s building, which was quite a distance from his building as it was located on the opposite side of the campus. Phoenix pulled out his umbrella, pressing the silver button on the bulbous handle to open it, wanting to avoid the unforgiving rays of the afternoon heat in the tropical country of the Philippines.

Phoenix had the privilege of attending Themis University in Manila, enrolled in the College of Fine Arts and Design, majoring in Painting. It was already his second year here—a fact he still has trouble grasping—and he had come to appreciate the welcoming student population and the institution that kept them busy with academic responsibilities while still promoting their extracurricular activities.

Phoenix finds himself mere meters away from the entrance of the music building before he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket once more.

Bzzt.

He checks the message through his phone's lock screen, seeing what could have been an ominous message, enough to make you feel every bone fiber jolt under your skin… Except it is a message from Larry.

“turn around, bitch”

Phoenix does as he is told, facing his best friend since childhood, Larry Butz, a 2nd-year Literature student, before rolling his eyes. “D'you get the memo? Sabi ni Elias na tayo mag-aano sa mga ano.”

“Sige, ano? Ano?” Phoenix retorts mockingly as Larry snickers. “We're gonna help the auditionees warm up, like what they did with us last year,” he explains as Phoenix taps his I.D. on the scanner by the entrance of the building before replying: “No, I didn't get the memo, Larry.”

Ding!

The terminal by the front lets out a loud ring as it flashes Phoenix's student information to the guard waiting by the front. Larry goes to do the same. 

“Shet! O’nga pala, nalimutan ko I.D. ko, tol.”

‘Typical Butz…’  Phoenix thinks to himself, holding back a chuckle. “O, sige na kuya. Pasok na, humahaba na yung pila sa inyo eh,” uttered the guard in charge, a tinge of annoyance coating his voice. The duo turns to him and grins sheepishly, nodding in gratitude towards him as they scuttle for the only working elevator available in the building. They press the button with the number ‘5’ on it and close the elevator doors. It was a short ride on the way up but the anticipation of what awaited them made it feel longer.

As they exited the elevator on the 5th floor, Phoenix and Larry hurried down the hallway to the dance hall, not aiming to be late just when they were handed responsibility by the administrative heads of Darstellende Künste. Upon swinging open the door, they were met with a sea of unfamiliar faces—countless auditionees eagerly awaiting the warm-up. The audition process for Darstellende Künste had three distinct parts:

Movement portion: The auditionee must copy perform a choreography with utmost grace;

Music portion: The auditionee must perform a piece that showcases their musical prowess (e.g., singing, playing a guitar riff, or a drum fill);

Acting portion: The auditionee must recite a dramatic monologue.

“Eyyy, ayan na sila!” A much shorter man hops off a table they were previously situated on. The shorter man is Elias, Darstellende Künste’s president, a 3rd year Philosophy student. “So guys, this is Kuya Larry, and that’s Kuya Phoenix–KUYA?!” Elias giggles, pretending to be shocked by the manner of his short briefing, knowing that some of the auditionees were older than the newly introduced duo. “Anywho, they are going to warm you guys up,” he clasps his hands together before continuing, “they’re actually new choreographers! I-congrats niyo sila.”

A short round of applause erupts from the small crowd of potential new members. They both flash a sheepish grin again before thanking them. “So uh…” Phoenix trails off, unsure of what to say. “Let’s warm up!” Larry shouts enthusiastically as he pulls Phoenix to the front and center of the room. “I’ll play some music, yeah?” Phoenix says a lot quieter in comparison. He grabs his phone and connects to the dance hall’s speakers before opening Spotify again. Unable to decide on a specific track, artist, or album, he presses shuffle. The speakers start to blast Magsayawan by VST & Company. He notices some nods of approval from the auditionees, showing appreciation for the classic 80’s hit.

After the initial warm-up exercises, the auditionees formed a semicircle around the upright piano positioned on the right side of the dance hall with Elias being the lead for the vocal warm-up this time, guiding the group through various vocal exercises. While the president pressed the keys on the piano, the auditionees followed suit, diligently matching the pitch and key played. Amidst the harmonious cacophony, Phoenix's attention was drawn to a distinct, resonant voice that stood out among the others. As the exercise’s range descended, this particular voice grew increasingly pronounced, catching Phoenix's attention. He astutely identified the source, “Ahh, a baritone,” Phoenix notes.

“Sheesh, may ibababa pa ba yan, pre?” Elias comments, turning to the general direction where that deep voice could be coming from. Other auditionees turn to glance at a tall grey-haired man in the same kind of uniform Elias was wearing. “...Probably,” he spoke. His voice was just as deep and soothing as he was warming up mere seconds ago. Phoenix could not help but stare at this stranger in admiration. He has always liked baritones. “Keep it up, Miles,” Elias flashes Miles a thumbs up. “Okay, you guys are good to go! Let’s go to recital hall one. Or outside recital hall one, rather. We will call you when it’s your turn and you can enter the actual recital hall,” the president announces. Before anyone could leave the room, Elias turned to Phoenix and Larry, “You guys are needed there too, by the way,” he reminded. Phoenix is visibly excited and Larry takes quick note of his best friend’s demeanor. The occupants of the dance hall all leave as a group and head towards the opposite side of the building, where recital hall one is located. 

Amidst the lively and nervous chatter of the audition participants, the duo engages in their own conversation. "Huuuuuy, type mo yung guy kanina aaah... What's his name again? Mike–" "Miles," Phoenix corrects Larry, who responds with a smirk. "Oh, you already know his name," he teases, playfully nudging Phoenix's side. "That's because Elias mentioned him, dumbass!" Phoenix retorts, his face turning red. Larry chuckles as he holds the door to the recital hall open for them and Elias.

The auditions are about to start.

“Edgeworth, Miles?” Ven, a 3rd-year Creative Writing writing major as well as the organization's vice president calls out as she peeks her head out of the door, scanning the hallway for a Miles Edgeworth. The man in question raises his hand to grab her attention. “Okay, come in!” She opens the door a bit wider for Miles to step in.

Miles takes note of the variety of individuals currently occupying the same room—sat in grey armchairs situated by the front of the room were most likely the other heads of the theater organization—only being familiar with Elias, his upperclassman in Philosophy. “Go ahead, go to the stage,” said his upperclassman, “You can leave your bag there,” a separate member instructs and points at Miles’ feet. He nods and obeys, setting his suitcase down on the floor. It was visibly well-used. 

Phoenix takes note of the variety of keychains hanging from the side of his suitcase and a few faded or scratched stickers on its exterior surface before shifting his attention to its owner. “So, what’s your name, age, year, and your course?” Ven asks.

“I am Miles Edgeworth. I am currently 19 years old and in my 2nd year as a Philosophy major,” he curtly replies.

“Ooooh, so that’s how he knows Elias,” Larry whispers to Phoenix. The other man merely nods in response, paying close attention to the grey-haired man standing on the small stage of the recital hall.

Phoenix found himself utterly enchanted by Miles as he gracefully started to dance. The choreography was unfamiliar to Phoenix, but Miles' grace and poise made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing. The officers watching were just as impressed as him. After the dance, another officer probes Miles for the song he prepared to sing for his audition.

“I will be singing Freeze Your Brain from The Heathers Musical.”

‘What? This guy’s range is insane,’ Phoenix thinks to himself. 

A baritone singing a Broadway song for tenors?

“This guy’s range must be crazy, dude,” Larry whispers to him. “Yeah, I was just thinking about that,” Phoenix nods. “Oh, so you’re thinking about him already?” Phoenix frowns at Larry, visibly fed up with Larry’s teasing. “I’m kidding!” Larry laughs quietly. Just as Phoenix prepares himself to listen to Miles’ singing, he sits down by the piano to his right and starts playing the opening to Freeze Your Brain. The duo widens their eyes in awe as Miles skillfully plays away and sings alongside himself. “Yeah, this guy is getting in,” Phoenix says to Larry.

After finishing the first chorus, Elias motions for Miles to stop, expressing satisfaction with what he and the other troupe officers have heard. Phoenix, though eager to hear him sing the whole song, knows that the auditions are not over yet. There's still Miles's monologue to be delivered before his auditions can wrap up.

"Okay, so you've prepared a monologue, right?" Ven asks, to which Miles nods in affirmation. "I will be performing a dramatic reading of Edgar Allan Poe's The Tell-Tale Heart," he replies, reaching for a sheet of white paper, his copy of EAP's short story from 1843, folded into quarters in his pants pocket. 

After the monologue, Phoenix swore he could read everyone’s minds. ‘Yeah, he is for sure passing this audition.’

And Phoenix could not have been more excited.

TRANSLATIONS:

Darstellende Künste

German — “Performing Arts”

OMW

Abbreviation for “On my way.”

WYA

Abbreviation for “Where you at?”

“Sabi ni Elias na tayo mag-aano sa mga ano.”

Tagalog — “Elias said that we’ll…”

In the Philippines, we don’t normally trail off when we have no idea how to structure a sentence. Ano is what in English, but in context it is like saying “Uh…”

“Shet! O’nga pala, nalimutan ko I.D. ko, tol.”

Tagalog — “Shit! That’s right, I forgot my I.D., dude.”

 “O, sige na kuya. Pasok na, humahaba na yung pila sa inyo eh.”

Tagalog — “Go ahead. Get inside, the line is getting longer because of you.”

“Eyyy, ayan na sila!”

Tagalog — ���Eyyy, there they are!”

Kuya

Tagalog — A prefix you’d use for an older male relative or acquaintance (but is still around your age).

“I-congrats niyo sila!”

Tagalog — “Congratulate them!”

“Sheesh, may ibababa pa ba yan, pre?”

Tagalog — “Sheesh, are you going to go any lower than that, dude?”

"Huuuuuy, type mo yung guy kanina aaah…”

Tagalog — “Heeeeey, that guy from earlier was your type…”

[pr0ud0fmyroots]

Sakaling hindi niyo malaman ang downside ng pagaral ng wika, eto yung journal entry ko ng kagabi:

Pagod na akong pagaaral ng Tagalog. Lagi ako magkamali. Lagi ako humahanap ng tamang salita at gumagamit ng diksionaryo. Ang hirap tangina. Gusto ko na sumuko pero alam ko pag ginawa ko yan, ‘di ako magpapatawad sa’king sarili.

In case you don’t know the downside of studying a language, here is my journal entry from last night:

I’m tried of studying Tagalog. I always make mistakes. I’m always looking for the right words and using a dictionary. It’s so fucking hard. I want to give up but I know if I do that, I won’t forgive myself.

Magiging mas honest na ako ngayon. Gusto ko ipakita sa inyong lahat na okay lang pag may kahirapan kayo at magkamali. Matuto ako ng ibang wika para kumonekta sa mga tao, hindi para maging perpekto o maging fluent man.

I’m going to be more honest with you guys from now on. I want to show you all that it’s okay to have setbacks and make mistakes. I learn another language not to be perfect or even fluent but to connect with people.

[non-fantasy]

this is one of my favorites from the filoenstars twitter

conyokasa

asks that make me grab my tagalog dictionary

[leng-m]

Let the Sun Set, Let the Day End

Paolo's parents rarely ever talked about the Catindig family, but when they did, it was always with a touch of soft pity. He could detect it in the, "Of course we must be kind to them," and the "Your grandfather never forgave himself for what happened to Edgar Catindig."

There was also an undercurrent of wry humour in the ways Paolo's parents whispered of sumpa. It meant curse or oath, if one used the ratty old Tagalog-English dictionary they brought along from Caloocan five years ago, but from his parents' tone he was sure it wasn't the latter. And while it was a word one could freely ponder in the streets of the Philippines, even among crowds in front of San Roque Cathedral, it wasn't a concept that sat comfortably in his mind as his family rode down the neat, disciplined streets of North York, Ontario.

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[writebackatya]

4, 9, 12, and 26 for the writer's ask

4. What's a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Nevertheless. It’s three words in one! The neapolitan of words!

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn't about writing I just wanna know?

Eh. Not so much these days, but I don't want to dismiss the existence of ghosts entirely. I do have this one memory as a kid that still haunts (ha-ha!) me to this day. I forget what age I was exactly when this happened, but it was definitely before I was 10

I remember waking up early on day that I didn't have school don't know if it was Summer or just the weekend, but I believe I was the only one up at the time. Anyway, I went downstairs to the kitchen and went over to the fridge. I don't think I ended up grabbing anything, I as just looking

Once I was done looking, I closed the fridge door and when I turned around I saw this girl standing a couple feet away from. She was pale and had long messy black hair, she was also wearing a pajama gown

She didn't say anything at all, she just looked at me and opened her mouth as a raspy moan came out. I screamed and ran back up to my bedroom and just stayed there until I heard a few other family members wake up

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don't make the rules

A million good genies.

Writing wishes, eh?

1. I wish I was multilingual.

It would be nice to let characters like Fenton speak Spanish every now and then and make it sound natural. Plus it would be cool to know a language that isn’t English. (Currently I’m learning Tagalog on some language app so I hope that goes somewhere)

2. I wish I wouldn’t rush myself when I get close to finishing a WIP

Has this every happened to you? Have you ever been struggling with a WIP for a long time, just days of writing, reading, re-reading, re-writing, going over every sentence, sharing early peeks and with your beta reader(s) to get feedback on some areas, and then one day you realize that you are so close to wrapping it up but then you suddenly realize that you are SO CLOSE TO WRAPPING IT UP that you gotta finish it RIGHT NOW OR ELSE?’!

I hate it

I’m kinda the same way about reading sometimes. When I’m close to reading a story my mind reads faster at a rate where I’m not retaining the information I should be while reading. I hate it. I gotta remind myself to slow down at time

3. Built in thesaurus/dictionary in my brain

Just would be nice is all.

26. How do you get into your character's head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

I like to rewatch clips/episodes that focus on said character or features them heavily. Besides that I will look at other roles the actor has been in as well as think about other characters that remind me of that character and look at how those characters are similar and different

And besides other fictional characters, I like to think about how I personally relate to the character. Thinking about how I feel in that situation and what my reaction would be vs. a character’s. One thing I’m always trying not to do is turn someone’s blorbo into me, because they came to see their blorbo, not me. So I love thinking about differences and stuff that I like that I think the character wouldn’t like

I admit I sometimes think about my writing too much, but eh I’m easily distracted. I just listen to music or play video game or just move on with my day

Nope. Then again I’m just getting into the heads of fun Disney characters. Not like…uh, Lisbeth Salander or someone with a messed up backstory

[cheemken]

You know I’m reading through some of your old posts and I got to the SilkWing AU. And like Iris and Silvers parents are French and Japanese

These kids are bilingual

And I’m only pointing this out because while I only speak English I do have friends who speak more than one language and they tend to switch to their native language when angry or speaking fast

Now imagine The Unova Kids or the Johto kids being real fucking confused when Iris starts speaking French or Japanese cause she saw a cute Pokémon like goomy or applin, or Silver speaks in English or French cause he got embarrassed by his friends and he’s cursing them out lmao, has happened to me before

Or even just Iris speaking English and then completely forgetting a word and trying to describe it for the Unova kids to figure out

YES CBMDBFMDND

That's dope tho fr me speaking Tagalog when not knowing the word in English for fucking real that is so personal to me hgkdndmdn hahahah

Bet tho, both of them would cuss in French or Japanese (Kalosian and Johtonian? In the pkmn universe?) Silver especially, it's true, it's canon, why? Cause I said so

No but the last bit with Iris is so fucking personal what the fuck😭😭 girl I feel you I get you I understand with all that I am can you imagine her delivering a speech or smth and she just fucking stops and goes "...hold on, I'm not dumb, I got this whole shit down, I just forgot the Unovan word for it gimme a sec—"

Then there's Silver being so pissed, screaming out every Kalosian cuss word in the dictionary. Drasna heard and did not approve, got him in the timeout corner.

And just cbmdbd no but me knowing two/three languages and just alternating between those while talking casually imagine that with Iris and Silver cbmdbd like imagine Silver just talking to Gold all "so I was just minding my own goddamn business et puis cet enfoiré est sorti de nulle part, and fucking challenged me, the Kalos Champion, juste pour qui cette salope se prend-elle?!" Gold has never been so confused his entire life but he just nodded along and agreed to whatever the hell Silver said hahaha

[wittybibliophile]

Happy Sunday!!

It's Word day!! Last weekend of the month and new words in our dictionary! Some foreign beautiful words. ❤💘❤ * Litost (Czech) - A state of agony or Torment *Saudade (Portuguese) - A feeling of longing, melancholy, desire and nostalgia, *Sehnsucht (German) - Longing, Desire, Yearning or craving. *Ya'aburnee (Arabic) - "You Bury Me" ( represents the idea that you hope the person you love will live longer than you, so you do not have to live without them). *Yuánfèn (Chinese) - A predestined infinity. *Kilig (Tagalog) - A feeling of exhilaration or elation caused by an exciting or romantic experience. *Merak (Greek) - To do something with pleasure. *Mamihlapinatapai (Yaghan) - A look shared between two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin. *Backpfeifengesicht (German) - A face badly in need of a fist. *Daisuke (Japanese) - I Love You. Xoxo, Ironically Witty!

[darkicedragon]

So last week I when I left the barbecue, I left with a friend. I was leaving early because of work the next day and he had studies to get back to.

I got home and was texting back and forth to mum in Tagalog, just trying to practice.

She asked me who I was speaking to, which I thought meant something along the lines of why the sudden interest in talking in Tagalog, are you talking with someone else in Tagalog?

No.

She thought I was talking with friend and he was translating for me. (We’d parted ways about 5 minutes after leaving, haha)

I was using google translate to get at least the root words and sentence structure while still writing how I would have if I’d just used the dictionary, but I guess thanks for thinking I was writing way better than expected...?