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#only friends the series#only friends#ofts#first kanaphan#khaotung thanawat#raysand#sandray#asianlgbtqdramas#asiandramasource#dailyasiandramas#thaidramaedit#thai drama#gifs*#kudos to ray for testing the waters first#also anyone else thinking about firsts under eye mole
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On the Winx reboot leaks
Long post, leaks analisis, spoilers if you don't want to see it under Read More. Seeing the Rainbow artist names attached onto these pictures and the development renders, these are 100% real. On top of that, It's not the first time Rainbow got something leaked, received feedback and acted accordingly. Remember the negative feedback on the 2023 easter eggs designs? Poof, gone. Remember the positive feedback on the 2023 leaked group design? Suddenly, Rainbow started using that Bloom at press events.
I genuinely believe that Rainbow "leaks" stuff now on purpose to receive feedback without actually needing to announce anything final to broadcasters.
Let's see.
From the Lorem Ipsum we can tell this isn't remotely final, but a group test. We're back to Bloom with a ponytail (they really like it!) and Tecna does have robotic limbs. Each girl's design seems to reflect their elements:
Stella has stars, the sun, wings at her feet and light, even light rays on her wings and top
Bloom seems to have scales of some sort and patterns on her leggings. Maybe to indicate that she's an artist? Or meant to represent the breath of life?
Musa, the smallest, got some musical sheet onto her. Overall not the most musical inspired design. Everybody kinda looks like an ice skating ballerina.
Flora got flowers. Really most obvious one there.
Aisha's hair is a bit too much, I prefer her civilian braids more. I like how her dress has wavy patterns of sorts and sparkles that look like shining waters on her shorts and skirt. They can do better on her though. Wings look like they got splashes of water. It's still cool that Rainbow is experimenting more with black textured hair than any american animation studio, so kudos for that.
Tecna looks like she's wearing a circuit but looks the most generic. Probably because she has too much going on with a full bodysuit with patterns. I don't like the accessory on her head.
Proof that these are real: these obvious dev documents
They even got an alt with their "civilian" hairstyles, but it says "transform". Which means no hairstyle or design is final so far.
It seems Musa and Tecna share skintones, Bloom has her own, Stella and Flora share it too, Aisha has her own and is the darkest. I think we can make Stella and Flora a little darker each in varying degrees, to show that Stella is tanned and Flora is a dark skinned latina.
There is a lot of focus on the designs we saw leaked that got positive reception. It's likely they will be finalized, since they went as far as making a test animation with that Bloom design.
A lot going on here in this room already giving Bloom so much personality. Her own shelf with the name with a heart-shaped B. A guitar? A sketchbook and school supplies. Bloom is back to drawing again, we last saw that in World of Winx but in the main series it was always just left implied by her earth room's belongings and her huge drawing desk, yet it was never expanded upon. Hopefully her being an artist can finally shine through her personality.
Most importantly, she's back to being silly, goofy and expressive again. Of course, the reboot is back to square one with the story and characterizations. I hope more quirks that were not explored in the main series get more attention in the reboot (again, like Bloom being an artist!)
The Trix now got a symbol and individual faces while sharing the same body. Icy's design is nearly identical to the original, I actually like the small cuts showing skin on her chest, so she doesn't feel too covered up. Midriffs are back and so is 2000s fashion.
Important detail, Icy is taller than Bloom. Is it her heels? Regardless, we got some more body diversity.
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Artist is credited as Pasqualino Masciulli, a real 3d artist at Rainbow
Date is 17 April 2024, for some reason they're using the wrong format. This is VERY recent. They're NOWHERE near done!
It says episode 106. It must be a reference to the reboot itself, Season 1, episode 6, as the old series episodes in total were 208. This means the series has at least finished writing and storyboarding, but they haven't finished with the character designs yet!
Further proof that fucking nothing is done yet, the leaker said this. From what I just noted above, I believe it. They're not remotely done.
This "Damien" motherfucker looks ai generated, doesn't fit the style in the slightest with his weirdly realistic face and the belts details and clothing folds are all over the place. Shame to whoever did this.
Who even is this guy? Is he the new character Iginio was warning us about? He doesn't look bad but they can do even better. Definitely a fascinating choice for the sexy bad boy, because I know that's who he's gonna be.
Don't fucking use AI for your art, though. It looks like shit.
Interesting, no specialists in the leaks. No Roxy or Terra either though.
This outfit is a mix of 2 outfits from season 2. Which means they're studying their own old designs. The same goes for another Bloom render and concept.
Fascinating detail: they're using 2000s dress up pixel dolls as reference. Learn from the masters! This dress doesn't resemble anything and doesn't seem to be a civilian dress but a transformation one, with all the glitters and stars around.
Last but not least, absolutely atrocious 2000s fashion is back (this is a good thing). We can hope a little but it's surprising how in 5 years they haven't done shit yet. That's some development hell. Either Iginio is really passionate about making this the second coming of Christ or they don't know what the fuck they're doing.
Free hopium tanks!
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Day 12 - Chillerama (2011)
The last drive in...
As is tradition around these parts, we like to toss in the odd anthology film just for some variety. Now, it has been a while since we properly covered one since the last few I watched were in that blind period where I’d be watching stuff but not blogging due to laziness, namely Trick ‘r Treat, V/H/S and Tales from the Darkside. Between those and early entries like Creepshow I/II/III and the Twilight Zone movie, I feel like I’ve hit upon the bigger names of this sub-genre. I think the other big one would be Tales from the Crypt, which occupies this space in time between the comic and the TV show. I will freely admit, I’m watching this for one reason alone which we will get to.
Things start with a guy digging up a corpse and getting his dick bitten off before exclaiming that he’s ‘late for work’. I suppose that’s one way to avoid answering any awkward questions in the office. ‘Good weekend?’ ‘What did you get up to last night?’. No one ever asks you what you did before you came to work, clearly the best time to get your necrophilia ways in.
I don’t get the significance of the blue blood though, other than maybe it standing out because it’s so unique? It’s not like they’re trying to tone down the movie or anything, doing a Mortal Kombat turning the blood grey and calling it sweat. We will see later that this movie gets very graphic.
Turns out he works at a drive in movie theatre that is shutting down, tonight being the last night. This serves as the framing device to tie all the other stories together, cutting back to the drive in between segments to catch up with some of the main characters.
Up first is ‘Wadzilla’ the story of Miles, whose swimmers aren’t so strong if you know what I’m saying. His doctor, played by Ray Wise, prescribes him some new medicine that hasn’t been approved for market yet but he would make a good test case for. It wont help him make any more sperm but it will give what he does have a little more pep.
Or in actuality, cause him to grab his dick everytime he so much as feels the slightest arousal and have a look of the guy from the ‘Jizz in my Pants’ video.
Turns out that new medicine is causing his sperm to grow massively. Look at the size of that thing, must be like passing a kidney stone. The good doc advises he cease taking the pills and, should this happen again, he needs to jerk off as soon as possible to get the little bleeder out.
Unfortunately, Miles heads out on a blind date and catches sight of his date’s cleavage so has to rush to her bathroom to rub one out. What ensues is a chaotic scene in which the released sperm starts scurrying around the room like a lost gerbil and Miles trying to stop it. He even wrenches the shower curtain off the wall and tries to harpoon the gooey troublemaker like he’s Captain Ahab. Well at least we avoided that horrible trope of the date blocking the toilet.
Or so I thought, as Miles tries flushing his wasted offspring, only for it to cause the toilet to backup and spew water everywhere. Miles’ date wonders just what the hell is going on in there, only to get attacked by the beast which has even spawned teeth by this point. It even tries to fulfil it’s destiny of getting inside her, only for Miles to intervene and launch it out of a window.
This sperm doesn’t stop growing though as it starts to go on a rampage through the city like it’s the T-Rex is Jurassic Park 2, starting by eating this Worzel Gummidge looking hobo.
Pretty soon it’s destroying buildings and the army have been called in. But even they can’t stop it from what it wants to do...
Hump the Statue of Liberty.
It even has fantasies of the statue doing a sexy dance. LADY LIBERTY’S TWERKING, MAGGLE!
This calls for General Bukkake, played by Eric Roberts, to call in an airstrike which destroys the creature and the statue, even if that means he ends up living up to his name in the resulting explosion.
Our two love birds even get to finally share a kiss, though it’s a lot closer to snowballing under these circumstances.
Blocked toilet tropes aside, my most hated of tropes, this one was pretty fun. Definitely has that 50’s b-movie quality down with some fake film grain, green screen and practical monster effects.
Meanwhile, back at the drive in, dickless the clown is in the store room and the implication is that he’s jerking off. But I don’t know what he’d exactly be jerking off at that point except a small stump. The only other thought is that he’s trying to clean the wound or something but there’s a definite jerking motion going on. Either way, he sticks his hand in the popcorn butter so he can rub it where his junk used to be. Unfortunately for everyone intending to eat that night, one of the staff comes in to restock and chooses that can. This doesn’t end well.
Segment two is ‘I was a Teenage Werebear’, Werebear being a sub-genre I feel Hollywood has not explored sufficiently. The best way I can describe this one is Grease if it was written by Chuck Tingle, with some supernatural elements thrown in. Pounded In The Butt By My Closeted Lust For The Local Greaser Thugs Who Happen To Be Werebears. Just a strange mix of musical, horror, LGBT and beach movie.
Cosplay James Dean and his girlfriend here are in the middle of song when she promptly gets run over and surprisingly not killed. She’s just left in this sort of half brain dead state for the rest of the segment where she’s spouting random nonsense. This isn’t all bad as it lets him focus on his real love, Cosplay Albert Wesker.
What he doesn’t know is that leather daddy here is a werebear and, during a wrestling match, he gets bitten on the ass and infected with the werebear curse. There’s worse things you can be infected with through the ass. This does lead though to a homo-erotic argument cum slowdance set to the remarkably catchy ‘Love Bit Me on the Ass’ sung in a 1950/60’s rock and roll style.
But it’s a love that cannot last and Ricky knows he has to save the good people the only way you can stop a werebear, by sodomising them with a silver pole.
This one is certainly...different, I’ll give it that. I certainly wasn’t expecting a coming of age story dealing with the confusing world of the developing sexuality of the hormonal teenager so kudos to it for pushing some boundries.
Now, onto the reason I picked this one out, ‘The Diary of Anne Frankenstein’. My gosh, what a glorious pun. I should have known just from that that I shouldn’t take this movie seriously so I’m not sure why I was so surprised when it turned out to be a goofball horror comedy but oh well.
I don’t know quite what I was expecting from this but I still feel letdown slightly. It just feels like an excuse to poke fun at Hitler by making him a bit stupid but I feel we already explored this idea quite thoroughly in the Producers. Still, I guess they had to make things up a bit considering this involves creating a Frankenstein monster from the limbs of concentration camp victims. Christ.
It does end with the Monster beating Hitler to death with his own arm before dancing over his decapitated corpse so it does have it’s upsides.
We then get faked out with the next segment ‘Deathication’, a movie so scary it will make you shit. Only, the projector starts playing up and the movie cuts out. I for one am glad because the 30 seconds we see of this was bad enough, I don’t think I could have taken a whole segment of it. Te come to find that the drive in owner is being attacked by dickless who has turned full zombie. Turns out his special brand of butter has contaminated all the popcorn and turned the patrons into zombies as well.
That is to say, randy zombies that engage in a blood orgy that would make the people in Event Horizon blush. People are giving blow jobs to intestines, stump fucking, spit roasting people before tearing them in half and engaging in even more stump fucking.
It feels like someone else wrote this section specifically because it turns into the drive in owner going out in a blaze of glory, bandoliers and weapons strapped to his body as he tries to save the last few kids left alive. All the while he’s just speaking almost exclusively in movie quotes, most notably when he sodomises one of the zombies with his shotgun and invites it to say hello to his little friend. Lot of sodomy in this flick.
I’d say this matches what I’ve come to expect from anthology movies, strong book ends with an indifferent middle. Wadzilla is a cheesy take on the old giant monsters and the zombie outbreak at the end is a bizarre spectacle. If you’re into those Troma type movies, this one is worth looking at.
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Crime
Playing With Power - When a mafia boss, Gerard, wins Frank in a poker game he sets out to be the first man to break Frank as his pet. But Frank is tougher than he looks and his pride refuses to back down. As their relationship unfolds their feelings for each other manifest into something much more dangerous - love. Trigger warning: This is an extremely dark story involving S&M and some non-con sex. 87k
Under the Hide of Me - Prohibition in New Jersey means mob bosses and bootleggers running hooch up and down the shore and into the city. Gerard Way, his brother, and their friend Ray are running an operation for the Capo Maranzano. Rival factions are trying to take over the business, and Frank Iero, from a prominent Mob family, is sent to them as their new driver. But the Ways and Ray are hiding two secrets: their own still on a farm in the Pine Barrens, and something darker yet. They’re werewolves. 18k
The Enigma’s Anomaly - Frank is a skilled assassin. He kills people for a living. He is not meant to fall in love with someone he’s been hired to kill. He’s supposed to just kill the guy and get it over with.If that’s the case then why is Gerard Way still alive? 146k
A Kiss on Bloody Lips - Frank stumbles on a serial killer that’s been terrorizing his city for weeks, and gets more than he bargained for when his obsession comes to a climax. 12k
Promises, Promises (Don’t Send Me Back In 30 Days) - “Sources on our investigative team say this was a bank robbery gone wrong, and that, when faced with a police task force surrounding the building, the suspect grabbed the nearest person and is now holding that young man at gunpoint as he makes his getaway.” 26k
Two Industrial Loads On Hot - Frank works the overnight shift at the laundromat, partially because it’s easier to push prescription painkillers on the side in the middle of the night, but mostly because there are fewer disapproving old people around to tattle on him for playing The Floor Is Lava on the washing machines. 3k
I keep thinking about this. There’s just something about it.
Public Enemy - In 1932, Gerard Way has been making a name for himself robbing banks up and down New Jersey. Frank Iero, analyst for J. Edgar Hoover’s Division of Investigation, is determined to catch him. 21k
I probably failed my math test today bc of this fic. I just stayed up reading this instead of studying. Whoops.
Point of No Return (not!fic) - So, have any of you seen that movie Point of No Return where Bridget Fonda is forced to be a government assassin after being busted for killing a cop while she was a drug addict in her misspent youth? And Gabriel Byrne (hello, yes please!) is her handler and Dermot Mulroney (before he got all skeevy) is her hotass photographer boyfriend? <1k
godspeed us to sea - His first thought is oh Jesus, it’s over already. He wonders if Gerard will even bother to bury him. i don’t know how long this is … maybe around 30k?
Mob! AU. I cried. Not that much gore tbh.
Everything in Your Eyes - Gerard's been part of super crime for the past five years, and he's never seen anything like this. A telepathic noir story. 5k
a must-read.
The FBI Gets Shit Done - A new series that’s like a cop show but with words.
Gerard, the boss, is an expert profiler and an easily irritated man at the head of a team that is dysfunctional and somehow functional at the same time. The arrival of newbie, Frank, is what sets the story in motion with the instant hatred instituted between Gerard and Frank. Their two styles of crime solving clash perfectly to make the team efficient and productive. However, the two men at each other’s throats may be a disguise for the feelings just below the surface. Three parts, 16k, 35k and 18k (70k in total)
Thicker Than Water - Frank used to be able to count the number of times he's killed for the Family on the fingers of one hand. That was years ago, but he'll always remember the first one. Gerard was daydreaming, and Frank had only just learnt how to use a gun. Frank was twelve years old. 1.9k
;_;
You Keep Me Sane - Gerard has become infatuated with a young librarian that had only spoken to him once before, and he realized that he didn't have the usual, unrelenting craving to kill. No, He had a different urge, one that seemed a little more dangerous... 144k
I read some of this before I started keeping track of read fics, so that’s why it hasn’t been on here until now. But aloooot more words have been written since 2016 (144k now. holy shit), and someone just reminded me abt it, so here’s to rereading!
Shook-Up World - Part 1 of the 1930s Dragverse series - Frank is just a kid when he discovers Gerard's secret, and it changes his life. When they meet again by chance years later, Frank's carrying around a few secrets of his own. 5k
On the Getaway Mile - Part 2 of the 1930s Dragverse series - It's the last year of Prohibition, and bootlegger Frank Iero wants to sever his ties to the world of organized crime and go straight, but his mob connections have other plans for him. No one would like to see Frank get away from the mob more than Gerard, but he's got problems of his own--like the fact that he's a cross-dressing cabaret singer constantly struggling to keep his true identity secret from those who can't be trusted. With the help of a devoted brother, a detective who just might be as trustworthy as he claims, and a wealthy, eccentric Scotsman who features prominently in Gerard's past, Frank and Gerard just might be able to get out and start a new life together, but it's not going to be easy.
A tale of gangsters, garter belts, love (hopefully) overcoming all obstacles, and a whole lot of coffee. 40k
Here’s the comment I left - not too spoiler-y I hope: God, this fic needs a fucking movie. Also, I googled '30s halter gown' to better understand what Gerard was wearing and *waves fan* holy shit. No wonder G could jerk off at the thought of dresses. Now I want to re read the whole thing again and google all the outfits! Kudos to you, seriously, the amount of research that must have gone into writing this ... insane.
Like Fog on Glass - For Gerard, love can only come in the form of possession. If he is owned, he is loved--if he is sold, he becomes nothing. Untouchable in the eyes of the man, his Master, whom he held above all others.
For Frank, love is...enigmatic. Romantic. You can't buy it on street corners or in seedy bars on the outskirts of town. You can't steal it. You can't force it or kindle it from nothing. At least, you're not supposed to.
Love was certainly not what Frank expected to find when circumstances led him to spend his final $5k on a broken human being put up for auction on the bad side of town. Love...you didn't give that to creatures like Gerard. 111k
The Collision of Your Kiss - Gerard can hardly believe it when his new neighbor and latest obsession, Frank Iero, agrees to go out to dinner with him. It seems as though Gerard's dreams have come true, but he soon discovers that Frank's "hobby" is a little unconventional. Gerard still wants to be with him, though--if Frank's deadly secret doesn't put a wrench in their relationship. 4k
A Lap-Dance is so Much Better (When the Stripper is Crying) - Ray—and his ambiguously named friend ‘John’—force a depressed Frank to go the strip club downtown after he’s been broken up with. It’s a shame no one would listen to him when he insisted that this wasn’t just a strip club—it was a whore house. And no, he did not appreciate the lap-dance. 4k
Purgatorio - While on leave from the police force, Detective Frank Iero occupies himself with three things: drinking, brawling, and being alone. But when a series of brutal murders calls him back to active duty, he must find a killer while confronting people from his past, including estranged best friend turned businessman Mikey Way, and deal with his unwilling attraction to Mikey's enigmatic older brother Gerard. 27k
It’s been a while since i read this, but i remember it really good. It had such a mysterious vibe to it, and I loved how dark and gritty it was. Oh and Gerard makes really fucking cool metal sculptures in this one. ‘Twas awesome.
Rising With the Heat - "Bullet?" he says, voice high and confused. "Um, hi?" Frank says, dropping to the ground. "You're the one – have you been following me all week?" Gerard asks, slowly lowering the spray can. Bob's going to give him so much shit for this. "I just wanted to make sure you got home safe." 2k
Frank is a superhero sidekick who’s fallen for Gerard, who he previously saved from getting mugged. Gerard finds it cute. And maybe a little bit hot.
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Operation have contributed to worldwide homage as last four young boys and football tutor are brought out
The last four boys and a football manager captured inside a northern Thailand cave for more than 17 dates have successfully been retrieved, sparking galas across Thailand and kudo for the reckles rescues from around the world.
" Today Thai parties, unit Thailand, achieved assignment impossible ," articulated Narongsak Osatanakorn, the head of the joint dominate core arranging the operation to applause and applauds on Tuesday evening.
Before 4pm on Tuesday, the first of the remaining four boys in the cave emerged and was rushed to hospital in the nearest metropolitan of Chiang Rai. Verification of two more followed soon after.
About two hours later the Thai navy Seals, who have led the operation, announced the entire Wild Boars football team and their coach-and-four had been free-spoken:" The 12 Wild Boars and coach have emerged from the cave and they are safe ," they posted on their official Facebook page. They contributed their war cry: "Hooyah."
Three Shuts and a doctor who had devoted several days inside the chamber with the boys were still making their way out, the affix said.
' Hooyah, Hooyah, Hooyah ': Thai navy Seals celebrate on their Facebook page
Namhom Boonpiam, whose lad Mongkol was among the sons released earlier in the week, told the Guardian she was " happy but sleepy-eyed ".
Osatanakorn said that the parent education the boys, who have braced a vigil at the cave locate in all regions of the marathon pursuing and salvage running, would soon be able to see their children in hospice- albeit through a space until doctors could check the children for infections.
" We are overjoyed ," he told a press briefing later on Tuesday night that was regularly ended by praise. At one point he paused to receive a signal." Oh excuse me, he announced." Doctor Pak[ Loharnshoon] and three shuts are now coming out of the cave safe and sound ." The clap reprised.
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Cave rescue heralded as Thailand's 'mission impossible'- video
Like the eight extricated in the past two days, the boys and the tutor release on Tuesday will undergo detailed testing of their looks, nutrition heights and mental health, with blood tests to be sent to Bangkok to experiment for any infectious diseases. They will merely picture their relatives through a glass screen first or from a two-metre interval with the parents wearing a medical night-robe, aspect mask and hair net.
Health officials said that some of the first boys freed had hoisted white-blood cell grades, revealing illness, and two evidenced signeds of pneumonia but were answering well to medication." Physicians have plowed the boys and now all of them are OK and joyful. They talk commonly. No delirium ," suggested Jesada Chokedamrongsuk, a physician from the Thai ministry of public health. They are expected to be in infirmary for at least seven days.
Jesada said the firstly four boys extricated were able to eat regular menu, although not spicy recipes yet.
" The boys are footballers, so they have high immune methods ," Jesada enunciated." Everyone is in high spirits and is happy to go out. But we will have a psychiatrist to evaluate them ."
Tuesday's mission was "the worlds largest" arduous for the 100 people involved because it required shepherding out the weakest and smallest of the boys. But the atmosphere in Mae Sai was palpably confident after two successful enterprises in previous periods and story the rescued boys were healthful and "cheerful".
By the time the 11 th son was out, Thai volunteers were cheering and beckoning as the helicopters that were ferrying the boys to hospital thundered overhead.
Confirmation they were free provoked festivities in Mae Sai and across the country. "I'm so happy," said Songpol Kanthawong, 13, a teammate of the boys who narrowly missed being caught together with them, forgetting to imparting his motorcycle to qualifying the day the boys cycled out to the website with a picnic lunch.
" At first, I was obsessed a little bit about them diving but I knew they could get it on. I missed everyone of them including coach Ekk ."
He said the football team's Facebook Messenger strand was already full of plans for what the sons would do with their teammates when they returned.
Doctors said the first eight boys to be liberated would waste at the least one week in hospice recuperating. Portraits of the sons looked by the Guardian demonstrated them in infirmary beds with white spots over their noses, which physicians read was a precaution to help them adjust to the glowing after more than two weeks in a near-pitch black environ.
Emails purportedly written by Richard Stanton, one of the leaders of the nose-dive squad, showed that as late as Sunday night divers were concerned about whether they could free all the boys.
" We're worried about the smaller cub ," he wrote to financier Elon Musk, who developed a mini submarine for possible use in the operation.
Thai cave rescue
The joy on Tuesday was in austere differentiate to the sadnes at the cave locate four days' earlier, when jurisdictions announced former Thai navy Seal Saman Kunan had asphyxiated while placing air barrels beyond" cavity three", the most treacherous part of the passage the sons would have to undergo.
The same day, powers disclosed the air inside the sons' cavity was growing increasingly harmful, with monsoon flood forecast to hit within days, increasing water line and potentially sealing off the boys until January.
" At first we thought that we could maintain the boys' lives for a long time where they are now, but now many things have changed ," Rear Adm Arpakorn Yookongkaew, the Thai navy Seal commander, used to say morning." We have a limited amount of day ."
A press conference scheduled for Friday night was retarded several times, until Osatanakorn finally surfaced at midnight, supporting the recovery was not imminent." The boys are not suitable[ and] cannot dive at this time ," he said.
By Saturday, experts were ready to provide a timeline for the first time. The boys would need be removed within three to four epoches, "theyre saying", or stay perched for months on high ground that could decrease to 10 sq metres formerly the monsoon arrived.
It rained heavily that evening and by Sunday morning, writers were being asked to leave the cave place. The two-mile( 3.2 km) track was still not fully baked, and the sons would need to crush through the flooded verse, subsisting through full-face scuba masks- but time was up.
" Today we are most ready ," Osatanakorn told a press briefing, shortly after announcing an elite group of Thai and international divers had entered the cave to get the sons." Today is D-Day ," he said.
Thailand, a number of countries polarised by touchy politics in recent years, has mobilized around the Wild Boars, some of who belong to stateless ethnic minority groups that are often stigmatised
Busloads of volunteers travelled to Chiang Rai to assist, including a group from the southern Trang province whose traditional occupancy is to magnitude elevations compiling bird's burrows to construct the subtlety bird's nest soup.
" First I heard they needed divers, but then they said they also needed mountain climbers, I thought about my talents using ropes and clambering ," spoke Nattapong Lekkamnerd, 49, one of eight members of his society who travelled to the cave.
They were part of a crew of hundreds that scoured the dense forest above the cave for epoches trying to find an rod that might lead 600 metres down to where the boys were thought of as stranded.
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Lekkamnerd said he was struggling to find the words to describe his joy at the bulletin the boys were free." I am happy, glad, overwhelmed ," he said.
Authorities paid tribute to Kunan, 38, after Tuesday's operation, calling him" a hero is not simply for Thais but for around the world ".
" With this mission complete, may you rest in peace brother Saman, the protagonist of Tham Luang ," replied Thanadej Kongbangpoh, a state armed official.
Kongbangpoh said they hoped to seize on the international tending their district had received to one day alter the Tham Luang Nang Non cave into a tourist attraction.
Rescue laborers tread towards the cave enter in Mae Sai, Chiang Rai province, on Tuesday. Photo: Sakchai Lalit/ AP
" Amid the crisis, we Thais are lucky that we will have a new travel end, a world-wide renowned one ," he said.
On Tuesday night, Thai navy Seals announced an image of the last four of their members to leave the cave, in sunglasses and surgical cover-ups, devoting the thumbs up. The content underneath read:" Hooyah, Hooyah, Hooyah ."
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Medical Care in Rural India
By SAURABH JHA
I’ve humbly realized that doctors aren’t always indispensable. When I was three, a compounder – a doctor’s assistant – allegedly saved my life. Dehydrated from severe dysentery, I was ashen and lifeless. My blood pressure was falling and I would soon lose my pulse. I needed fluids urgently. An experienced pediatrician could not get a line into my collapsed veins. When hope seemed lost, his compounder gingerly offered to try, and got fluids inside my veins on the first attempt. My pulse and color returned and I lived to hear the tale from my mother.
So, on a recent trip to India, I was intrigued by Birju, a compounder in my ancestral village in Bihar, who the villagers revere like a doctor. After assisting a city physician for ten years, Birju had started his own practice. He has no formal training in healthcare. Even his education was partial – he left school at fourteen to help his father, who also was a compounder.
I wanted to see Birju practice his craft. So, I visited his clinic which is actually a shop. Birju sells stationery, conveniences such as shaving foam, and medications, which was just as well, as I needed Imodium to calm my angry Americanized bowel.
Birju’s first patient was a child with belly pain, possibly from appendicitis. In Philadelphia, we exclude appendicitis using blood tests and CAT scans. Birju used a cheap and nifty test – observation. Glancing briefly at the child, Birju instructed him, ” Kudo” (jump). The child began jumping. Birju then said “kudtai raho” (keep jumping). The child kept jumping and smiled uncertainly. Finally, he offered cake, which the child ate eagerly. Birju reassured the mother that the child had nothing serious.
When doctors suspect appendicitis they press the belly, looking for “rebound tenderness,” where a patient hurts more when the belly is released, than pressed. Jumping is an ingenious way of uncovering rebound tenderness. If the child had even mild appendicitis he would have winced with pain. Birju has never heard of rebound tenderness. He has never read a medicine book. He learnt the “jumping test” from the physician he assisted. Early in our medical training we are all theory, no practice. Birju was the opposite, all practice, no theory, an apprentice in the purest sense.
Birju’s next patient was a lady complaining of appetite loss and body aches. Birju, with attention to her modesty, pulled down her eyelids to look for jaundice, asked some perfunctory questions and, within a minute, decided that the diagnosis was beyond his pay scale. Birju’s triage [order of treatment] is simple. He sends patients with acute conditions, which could kill the person in hours – such as water in the lungs – to nearby Bihpur, a small town with X-ray and other facilities, five kilometers away. He is good at spotting the seriously ill. No one has died at his doorstep. He sends patients with chronic problems to Naugachia, a medium-sized town with CAT scans and specialists. He sent the lady with body aches to Naugachia.
Just like a good doctor is supposed to do, Birju follows up on his patients. He saw the boy with belly pain the next day. During the cholera outbreak, Birju visited people in their houses to start them on fluids, and returned to ensure the drip still worked, and that they weren’t over hydrated. His business model is simple. He charges patients for medication, but not the consultation or the follow-up. He gets a cut from the sale of medications and from referrals to physicians. In the US, Birju would be imprisoned for violating anti-trust laws and receiving kickbacks. In rural India, Birju’s tight network lowers the costs for the villagers. The kickbacks feed his family.
Clayton Christenson, a Harvard professor, believes if healthcare is partly delivered by cheaper, but good enough, alternatives to doctors, such as nurses, which he calls “disruptive innovations,” the costs can be reduced. I’m certain Birju has never heard of Christenson but he’s an example of a disruptive innovation which has arisen because doctors are a luxury for the two-thirds of Indians living in villages.
The Indian Medical Association controls who practices medicine. Birju’s practice is clandestine, at best. But if Indian doctors don’t serve the villagers, they have no business regulating who does. Instead, the government should help village compounders better communicate with city doctors by, for example, buying them the latest smartphones.
As I was leaving, Birju advised, “When the angry American stomach calms down, stop taking the medication otherwise you’ll have a silent Indian stomach.” He was right.
About the Author:
Saurabh Jha is a contributing editor to THCB. He can be reached @RogueRad. This piece originally appeared in Telegraph, India
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Medical Care in Rural India
By SAURABH JHA
I’ve humbly realized that doctors aren’t always indispensable. When I was three, a compounder – a doctor’s assistant – allegedly saved my life. Dehydrated from severe dysentery, I was ashen and lifeless. My blood pressure was falling and I would soon lose my pulse. I needed fluids urgently. An experienced pediatrician could not get a line into my collapsed veins. When hope seemed lost, his compounder gingerly offered to try, and got fluids inside my veins on the first attempt. My pulse and color returned and I lived to hear the tale from my mother.
So, on a recent trip to India, I was intrigued by Birju, a compounder in my ancestral village in Bihar, who the villagers revere like a doctor. After assisting a city physician for ten years, Birju had started his own practice. He has no formal training in healthcare. Even his education was partial – he left school at fourteen to help his father, who also was a compounder.
I wanted to see Birju practice his craft. So, I visited his clinic which is actually a shop. Birju sells stationery, conveniences such as shaving foam, and medications, which was just as well, as I needed Imodium to calm my angry Americanized bowel.
Birju’s first patient was a child with belly pain, possibly from appendicitis. In Philadelphia, we exclude appendicitis using blood tests and CAT scans. Birju used a cheap and nifty test – observation. Glancing briefly at the child, Birju instructed him, ” Kudo” (jump). The child began jumping. Birju then said “kudtai raho” (keep jumping). The child kept jumping and smiled uncertainly. Finally, he offered cake, which the child ate eagerly. Birju reassured the mother that the child had nothing serious.
When doctors suspect appendicitis they press the belly, looking for “rebound tenderness,” where a patient hurts more when the belly is released, than pressed. Jumping is an ingenious way of uncovering rebound tenderness. If the child had even mild appendicitis he would have winced with pain. Birju has never heard of rebound tenderness. He has never read a medicine book. He learnt the “jumping test” from the physician he assisted. Early in our medical training we are all theory, no practice. Birju was the opposite, all practice, no theory, an apprentice in the purest sense.
Birju’s next patient was a lady complaining of appetite loss and body aches. Birju, with attention to her modesty, pulled down her eyelids to look for jaundice, asked some perfunctory questions and, within a minute, decided that the diagnosis was beyond his pay scale. Birju’s triage [order of treatment] is simple. He sends patients with acute conditions, which could kill the person in hours – such as water in the lungs – to nearby Bihpur, a small town with X-ray and other facilities, five kilometers away. He is good at spotting the seriously ill. No one has died at his doorstep. He sends patients with chronic problems to Naugachia, a medium-sized town with CAT scans and specialists. He sent the lady with body aches to Naugachia.
Just like a good doctor is supposed to do, Birju follows up on his patients. He saw the boy with belly pain the next day. During the cholera outbreak, Birju visited people in their houses to start them on fluids, and returned to ensure the drip still worked, and that they weren’t over hydrated. His business model is simple. He charges patients for medication, but not the consultation or the follow-up. He gets a cut from the sale of medications and from referrals to physicians. In the US, Birju would be imprisoned for violating anti-trust laws and receiving kickbacks. In rural India, Birju’s tight network lowers the costs for the villagers. The kickbacks feed his family.
Clayton Christenson, a Harvard professor, believes if healthcare is partly delivered by cheaper, but good enough, alternatives to doctors, such as nurses, which he calls “disruptive innovations,” the costs can be reduced. I’m certain Birju has never heard of Christenson but he’s an example of a disruptive innovation which has arisen because doctors are a luxury for the two-thirds of Indians living in villages.
The Indian Medical Association controls who practices medicine. Birju’s practice is clandestine, at best. But if Indian doctors don’t serve the villagers, they have no business regulating who does. Instead, the government should help village compounders better communicate with city doctors by, for example, buying them the latest smartphones.
As I was leaving, Birju advised, “When the angry American stomach calms down, stop taking the medication otherwise you’ll have a silent Indian stomach.” He was right.
About the Author:
Saurabh Jha is a contributing editor to THCB. He can be reached @RogueRad. This piece originally appeared in Telegraph, India
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Medical Care in Rural India
By SAURABH JHA
I’ve humbly realized that doctors aren’t always indispensable. When I was three, a compounder – a doctor’s assistant – allegedly saved my life. Dehydrated from severe dysentery, I was ashen and lifeless. My blood pressure was falling and I would soon lose my pulse. I needed fluids urgently. An experienced pediatrician could not get a line into my collapsed veins. When hope seemed lost, his compounder gingerly offered to try, and got fluids inside my veins on the first attempt. My pulse and color returned and I lived to hear the tale from my mother.
So, on a recent trip to India, I was intrigued by Birju, a compounder in my ancestral village in Bihar, who the villagers revere like a doctor. After assisting a city physician for ten years, Birju had started his own practice. He has no formal training in healthcare. Even his education was partial – he left school at fourteen to help his father, who also was a compounder.
I wanted to see Birju practice his craft. So, I visited his clinic which is actually a shop. Birju sells stationery, conveniences such as shaving foam, and medications, which was just as well, as I needed Imodium to calm my angry Americanized bowel.
Birju’s first patient was a child with belly pain, possibly from appendicitis. In Philadelphia, we exclude appendicitis using blood tests and CAT scans. Birju used a cheap and nifty test – observation. Glancing briefly at the child, Birju instructed him, ” Kudo” (jump). The child began jumping. Birju then said “kudtai raho” (keep jumping). The child kept jumping and smiled uncertainly. Finally, he offered cake, which the child ate eagerly. Birju reassured the mother that the child had nothing serious.
When doctors suspect appendicitis they press the belly, looking for “rebound tenderness,” where a patient hurts more when the belly is released, than pressed. Jumping is an ingenious way of uncovering rebound tenderness. If the child had even mild appendicitis he would have winced with pain. Birju has never heard of rebound tenderness. He has never read a medicine book. He learnt the “jumping test” from the physician he assisted. Early in our medical training we are all theory, no practice. Birju was the opposite, all practice, no theory, an apprentice in the purest sense.
Birju’s next patient was a lady complaining of appetite loss and body aches. Birju, with attention to her modesty, pulled down her eyelids to look for jaundice, asked some perfunctory questions and, within a minute, decided that the diagnosis was beyond his pay scale. Birju’s triage [order of treatment] is simple. He sends patients with acute conditions, which could kill the person in hours – such as water in the lungs – to nearby Bihpur, a small town with X-ray and other facilities, five kilometers away. He is good at spotting the seriously ill. No one has died at his doorstep. He sends patients with chronic problems to Naugachia, a medium-sized town with CAT scans and specialists. He sent the lady with body aches to Naugachia.
Just like a good doctor is supposed to do, Birju follows up on his patients. He saw the boy with belly pain the next day. During the cholera outbreak, Birju visited people in their houses to start them on fluids, and returned to ensure the drip still worked, and that they weren’t over hydrated. His business model is simple. He charges patients for medication, but not the consultation or the follow-up. He gets a cut from the sale of medications and from referrals to physicians. In the US, Birju would be imprisoned for violating anti-trust laws and receiving kickbacks. In rural India, Birju’s tight network lowers the costs for the villagers. The kickbacks feed his family.
Clayton Christenson, a Harvard professor, believes if healthcare is partly delivered by cheaper, but good enough, alternatives to doctors, such as nurses, which he calls “disruptive innovations,” the costs can be reduced. I’m certain Birju has never heard of Christenson but he’s an example of a disruptive innovation which has arisen because doctors are a luxury for the two-thirds of Indians living in villages.
The Indian Medical Association controls who practices medicine. Birju’s practice is clandestine, at best. But if Indian doctors don’t serve the villagers, they have no business regulating who does. Instead, the government should help village compounders better communicate with city doctors by, for example, buying them the latest smartphones.
As I was leaving, Birju advised, “When the angry American stomach calms down, stop taking the medication otherwise you’ll have a silent Indian stomach.” He was right.
About the Author:
Saurabh Jha is a contributing editor to THCB. He can be reached @RogueRad. This piece originally appeared in Telegraph, India
Medical Care in Rural India published first on https://wittooth.tumblr.com/
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