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lomlhwa · 1 year

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better grades (c.yj)

pairing: professor!yeonjun x student!reader

preview: you're failing yeonjun's english class. you decide that, instead of studying and putting in more effort, you'll try a different way to get better grades.

tags/warnings: fem reader, power dynamic (sir is used), spanking, reader getting bent over yeonjun's desk, he's a little mean, degrading (kinda academic degrading oops), monster cock yeonjun, panties used as gag, overstimulation, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: sleeping with your teacher isn't great but this is college and everyone is an adult

wc: 1.2k

song recs for this fic: teacher's pet by melanie martinez, lolly by maejor, hot demon b!tches near u by corpse

a/n: if i was in yeonjun's class, i also would be failing because i would NAWT be able to focus

midterm marks have just been posted. the very thing you’ve been dreading all semester. you reluctantly open your student portal and check your marks. you’re passing every class except for one. english. a whole 35% in that class.

how are you expected to pay attention when your teacher is choi fucking yeonjun? the hottest teacher in the school. there’s no way anyone is passing his classes. yes, he’s a good teacher but no one can do anything but just stare at him.

you close your computer and sigh. you don’t want to try harder in his class or study. you’re not the type of person to study for a class like english. but, you need this class to be able to graduate. you’re paying to be in this class.

you lay your head on your arms, collapsing onto your desk. “what am i gonna do?” you ask yourself. after a few moments of brainstorming, you come up with the perfect idea.

you rush to get ready, knowing there’s only a few hours left of yeonjun’s office hours. you put on your school uniform faster than the speed of light and book it out of the house.

as you reach the school building, you slow down, catching your breath. you smooth your skirt down before knocking on your professor’s office door. you hear a soft ‘come in’ from the other side so you wander in.

“ah, y/n, how can i help you?” he asks, taking his glasses off his face. you smile at him before responding. “um, i just wanted to ask you about my grade, mr choi,” you pull up a chair next to him, folding your hands in your lap.

“i see. let me just pull up the teacher portal really quick,” he says, putting his glasses back on and typing swiftly. “y/n y/l/n…” he says, scrolling through the class list. “ah, here you are,” he clicks on your name. he tuts at you. “you’re failing my class, miss y/n,” he peeks at you over his glasses.

“i know, that’s why i’m here,” you gulp. he turns in his chair to look at your properly. “what are you gonna do to get this 35% up to the passing minimum? you have less than a half semester to get your grade up at least 20%, you know that?” you nod and he shakes his head. “how are you planning on doing that?”

“well, um, you know i’m not the type to study,” you shift in your chair, your skirt riding up. you watch his eyes dart down and back up. “and you know i’m not the type to hand in late assignments,” you undo the top two buttons of your blouse, not breaking eye contact. “i was hoping there was some extra credit i could do for you,” your voice is breathy but yeojun’s stoic expression never changes.

you can see all of his options flash over his eyes. he knows that sleeping with a student isn’t exactly moral. but, you’re just so pretty so who is he to turn down your advances? “i think there is something you can do for me,” he smile mischievously at you. “anything.”

he gets up out of his seat, staring down at you. “get up,” yeonjun orders. you jump out of your seat as if it’s on fire. he gives you a small smirk before forcing your body to bend at the waist and pushing your face against his desk.

“you want extra credit? take what i give you,” he reaches under your skirt and pulls your panties down your legs. “step,” he says and you step out of your underwear. he leans over to see your face. “open that pretty mouth for me,” you open your mouth slowly and he stuffs your panties into your mouth. “be fucking quiet.”

yeonjun flips your skirt up and runs his hand over your now bare ass. “so pretty,” he mutters. the sweetness is quickly replaced with pain when he strikes your ass with a hard spank. “how dare you fail my class,” he says, his voice is deep and raspy. he lands another hard spank before speaking again. “you sit in the front of the fucking class and you’re still failing?” he tuts at you again. “you’re fucking pathetic.”

you hear his belt clinking behind you as he takes it off. he doesn’t bother to take his pants and underwear off, only pulling them down to his mid-thigh. yeonjun runs his finger up and down your slit a couple times. “you don’t need prepping, right? you’ll just take it like a good girl,” he says, lining his length up with your hole.

yeonjun just stays there for a few moments, letting the anticipation build up inside you. you’re practically dripping down your legs at this point. without warning, he slams himself into your cunt, down to the hilt. his large size has you wanting to scream. you let out a small shriek that was thankfully muffled by your panties that were so lovingly shoved into your mouth earlier.

you can feel your stomach swell with his cock buried deep inside you. he draws all the way out of you before slamming back inside. you bite your panties so hard you worry you might bite a hole in them. he continues to thrust at an excruciatingly slow pace for what feels like forever.

randomly, he starts slamming into you at an animalistic pace and you grip the end of his desk so hard your knuckles turn white. your jaw goes slack and the makeshift gag threatens to fall out. your walls clench and and unclench rapidly, signaling that your high is approaching. “do you think you deserve to cum? with that grade?” you hear him sigh fakely. you nod your head desperately, barely being able to feign off your orgasm.

“you want to cum on your professor’s cock? hm? make a mess for extra credit?” he takes your panties out of your mouth so you can speak. “yes, please, sir, i need it,” you beg. his own orgasm is rising quickly with seeing how fucked out you look.

“cum then, slut. earn your passing grade,” with finally earning permission, you let your orgasm wash over you. your whole body trembles and you try to catch your breath. his pace never falters and you start kicking your feet around. “i can’t… take anymore,” you bang your fist against the table, fighting off loud shrieks.

finally, he reaches his high and finishes inside of you. you feel full instantly, your cunt milking him of his cum. when he pulls out, cum pours out of you. you breathe heavily, struggling to get up off the desk. you grab your panties and put them back on, having to walk back home full of cum.

you head for the door and watch as yeonjun pulls his pants back up and sits down at his desk. “i’ll see you in class on monday, y/n,” he says, opening his laptop. you nod and head back to your dorm.

the next day, you check your student portal again. you open your english grade and smile. 60%. finally passing.

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mortalfollies · 9 months

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ghosts grievances under the cut

finale was quite shit wasn't it lol. totally rushed, 20 minutes of filler that was nowhere near as funny as 80% of the show is, alison seems totally unconvinced, a million different ways to have ended it and they choose a really weird way. if they wanted to do west horsley place a favour by showcasing how it's been renovated, we still coulda believed it was elderly mike and ali that did it. also, seriously, they lose all the fuckin time in the show; could they not have won the lotto or something, just once? also, ALISON IS ALWAYS GOING TO SEE GHOSTS. EVERYWHERE. THATS STILL A LIFELONG PROBLEM LOL (said with aggression). they forgot that.

lolly adefope i am so fucking sorry that these bitches refuse to write for you with respect or love. they enjoy your comedy but refuse to give kitty any semblance of depth, especially when it came to her death. still not over that, btw. i think the spiderbite was a good idea, but reconcilliation with eleanor, to me, screams 'we're six english people who won't acknowledge the existence of racism, at all, ever.' meanwhile homophobia is part of why cap dies lol. the double standards. unreal. disappointing but not surprising.

the treatment of all the female characters, btw, will always be the biggest negative of the show. kitty, mary and alison are all mistreated bc its like well, they dont write for the show so lets consider them afterthoughts. alison and kitty really get the short stick in the finale. and then fanny - well martha made her choice i guess.

and speaking of depth and deaths...cap's death was so poorly done bro. i dunno what you people r talking about, crying over it - it wasn't moving. it was objectively sad but elicited no emotion from me, which is amazing bc while havers is boring, i do feel moved every time i watch redding weddy. you ppl pat ben willbond on the back too much, to the point where it's obviously fed back to him, seeing as he felt he had to say 'sorry' for 5e5, when it was just. flat. poorly executed. rushed. etc. yeah nah man, not good. that being said, besides cap's death i actually love that episode.

even my mum thought the finale was boring and bad bro.

yeah. anyway! the series will always end on s5e6 for me.

#bbc ghosts #yeah i know its beena couple weeks but im bored at home so woe opinions be upon ye #ghosts

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 2 years

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7th Dimension (Chapter 7.8)

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST (ALL CHAPTERS)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.7

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD VERSION LINK (I am entirely ahead on this site now. 7th Dimension on Wattpad has now accumulated more than 10 chapters. There are minimal scenes back in the previous chapters which has been altered there, so sorry about to those who only read my updates through Tumblr because there might be some differences in Satoru's characteristics which has been changed on Wattpad already, yet y'all are bound to read the altercations in further chapters. Heehee.)

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (Part 9) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive. Additional Summary for this chapter: From your transference of your world to Satoru's have been actually forecasted by an undisclosed diviner that obscured his prophesies in the dark. Nonetheless, what was meant to be envisioned for you had all been a trifling matter because he had seen nothing but a nullity of a future set out as you walk upon Satoru's dimension. Except for the fact that Fukumoto Daichi knew you also were an erudite when it came to the happenings that was set forth for the Jujutsu Society in the near future.

Warnings: Fukumoto Daichi is not a character from Jujutsu Kaisen along with Sasaki Hibito as well. They're both OG characters created by me. | Satoru's still being Satoru. Other than the menace being a menace, none. Just a lil' bit suggestive somehow because Satoru's sexy as heck---*rolls on the ground*

7th Dimension Taglist: @dailystsg (Send me an ask or message if you want to be added or removed, bb's!)

A/N: FEEDBACKS HELP A LOT FOR A WRITER. REBLOGS, RESPECTFUL MESSAGES SENT THRU ASKS AND COMMENTS MAKE MY HEART TINGLE AND SQUEAL, ISTG. 💙 I DO APPRECIATE THEM ALL. I sincerely apologize how long chapter 7 is. There's another part which is 7.9 but don't worry because it'll be the last part before chapter 8. Thankies! Heehee.

SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS WITH EVERY CHAPTER I WRITE. I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a potato-hoe! LMAO.

Words: 5.4k+

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits, also those posted are not mine especially the GIF's. (I dunno how to make GIF's 😭 Tell me if the GIF's are yours so I could probably tag/credit you, bb's!) I only own the plot of 7th Dimension. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. OG characters are created by me and will be stated during my brief author's notes. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be for the sake of the story.

YOU'VE PATIENTLY WAITED FOR THE TRAIN ON THE SIDE. Another ice-lolly on hand that Satoru has promised to invest you in. His own strawberry popsicle guzzled within seconds. As expected from an unusual man who had a terrible, gnarly sweet-tooth. There wasn't much people that bordered. The veiled excitement balling upon your soles, making you senselessly wriggle those toes of yours inside your shoes, playing along your weight with the heels of your feet as it appeared like a child eager to be taken to the first destination of her field trip.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Satoru could feel his phone vibrate inside his pockets. The default ring tone of his cellphone pealing out loud, over and over again.

He never cared to put it on silent. Unmoved by how it look as though he was definitely needed to be somewhere.

Gojo was doing it on purpose. Ignoring the call, that is. In no circumstance did he bother to answer again as he knew it was either Yaga ranting and raving for his irresponsibleness or Ijichi being chided for his faults that has been put to the assistant director's blame.

"You're not answering that?" your tone seemed mirthful than ever, bringing the stuff toy below your chin while the other held onto the wooden stick. The cold dessert you were clutching onto was now polished off to the ends; the piece of wood aimed directly at Satoru's phone that was kept inside the pocket of his jeans.

You've held a palm out to him, signaling for him to wait as your feet skipped through the cemented grounds, throwing the garbage inside the proper recycling bin. Even though, Satoru did not appear to be looking. He basically was keeping track of where you walked upon.

Filled with vim. Your feet having the springs as you've pranced back, being all smiles and giggly. He'd given you his regard and another of his toothy grins, intentionally ignoring your question.

"You should at least hide your excitement, Tiny-Chan."

The train was fast enough for you to emit a sound of excitement; a faint squeal that went straight passed out of your mouth, heedless that you've ought to say it out loud. The train speaker declared its standard procedures in their native language, stating upon which station they were currently in---where both you and Satoru are located in.

You've taken short, overjoyed leaps through the entryway, snapping your head from left to right once situated inside and saw how there weren't a lot of people aside from a college looking student who had thick, square eyeglasses that sat on the farthest end of the train over the boundary where another hatch were interloping and connecting with the other door, a periphery of the area.

This stranger had his head leaning along the window behind him. He'd audibly sighed his frustration out underneath his breath. Mind elsewhere, currently in a pensive state as he was burdened over complications that has happened with his work and towards subsidiary affairs.

Activities which can be considered as a religion he worshipped. A lone divinity adulated by a faction of individuals they've devoted their lives for, depending on their own scriptures or gospels delivered by a deity they offer all their reliance on. People were of many creeds and cultures. Humanity embodied boundless beliefs. Divine beings reverenced by traditions that were established years before.

Each one had their own doctrines of predestinations. It was just a matter of faith or a member of the human race to perceive and accept their designated sects with accepted pieties and the sanctity of one.

"If 'Toru' has a tiny spot of grime...I'm strangling you alive, Satoru!"

You've caught this stranger's attention when you've given a loud, rowdy exclamation of your own irrefutable threat. The man lethargically blinked to himself, keeping his head away from the window before he'd been knocked for six, blinking another as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Is that..." His submerged mind went above the apprehension of reality, own dwellings surfacing in between a quandary that emerged for an unsought time. Incredulity and dread loaded his disbelieving spirits. Own nerves malfunctioning, putting a kibosh on worrying over the mistakes he'd been berated back on a work he'd been receiving money from.

The faction comprehended him clearly. Six months. Half a year after dooms day, Fukumoto Daichi was to be reborn again. Right after on the succeeding date that every Jujutsu Sorcerer has been oblivious for. An ill-starred time that no one would've been aware of.

Their world's downfall for only a minute of time where each one was bound to suffer in successive unforeseen deaths.

Fukumoto Daichi had seen what was written in the stars.

Through every calamity; every stroke of bad luck from every Jujutsu Sorcerer's decisions till the contretemps of what Satoru's dimension provided them with. Natural disasters that couldn't be controlled till the resoluteness of cursed-spirits that has been casted to the sides---thrown towards the tenebrosity of their world because of one's existence. He'd detected them all. They were au courant with the eventualities and incidents. Every member finding utmost trust to his divine providence that he offered to their faction.

But, to his ordinance---a god-forsaken commandment, Fukumoto Daichi had announced his sacrilege was to never stand in the way of what fate had for their dimension.

No matter what it takes.

Undeterred by the laden consequences, deplorable conditions and egregious circumstances that he'd foreseen before his demise.

Even if it meant for their world to collapse into complicated, torn pieces.

Only Sasaki Hibito was the sole person to apprehend what was said between the lines of their overseer in the subject matter of a woman; a substantial commination to the tenets of Fukumoto.

This threat he'd distinguished to be. Fukumoto foreknows everything. The image of your face which had his sanction flabbergasted by the details. Yet, barely laying hold of what you provided for Satoru's world other than the sketches he envisaged because your existence; your life, your motives or plans ahead, to Fukumoto he'd seen nothing but a nullified cloud of obscurity. Withholding bupkis of your astral influence that he could not predict.

Hence, which is why he'd made it intelligible for everyone---to everyone meant that only Hibito had understood the obligation imparted to those who were vacated that you were entailed to be terminated.

It was either to decimate or keep you constrained no matter who ended up escorting you through your unnecessary pilgrimage on their land.

Nevertheless, the scene that he was welcomed with---bringing you with them to a standstill required sedulous care. An all-embracing endeavor and a life of toil for each member of their religion that it would take a chucklesome illusion of pigs flying in the air.

Perhaps, keeping you detained within their grasp would be impossible.

Because you were guided---deemed to be protected and shepherd around Japan by the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in their world.

How fearsome it was to see you with him. Even mind-boggling to get a drift of such appearance that were an absolute reciprocity of Fukumoto Daichi with an opposite gender that they had prophesied for. Though, to no extent did they have any idea where, when and how you would make an appearance.

Hibito's hand couldn't help but shake just by being in the presence of him alone. Those fingers of his that trembled from trying to clean his own glasses with the fabric of his shirt. His lungs that began shaking like a leaf.

Those of the members within his faction who had seen Gojo Satoru in the flesh have been right. It was either you get intimidated or terrorized by the judgements you had for his potentials, exhibit abhorrence for his existence and hubristic side or have a bit of both.

There was no in between if he doesn't plan to keep you close within his range. Physically, mentally and spiritually.

Only those who were of palsy-walsy are to witness what and who Gojo Satoru really was. Apparently, Hibito was not one.

Master Daichi knocked together a plan of action that was paradoxical to begin with if what he depicted were not of an illusion fabricated during his stressed out conditions.

Hibito brought back his glasses to where it was situated in the first place. Lenses all limpid that he'd happen to fall further on his seat. An expected migraine taking place from the image.

You really were with the honored one. The inheritor of the limitless and six-eyes.

"Out of all damned people...She was supposed to be with us," Hibito mentally thought to himself, shunning his eyes away from both you and Satoru who kept bickering like you did not care for the world. He kept his eyes straight, disregarding your presence on purpose.

Nevertheless, his own leg seemed to be jiggle when he began to cross them. His own nerves deceiving him through the thoughts, logics and false providence that followed; his soul outright aware of Satoru who was just meters away from him and knowing he had the capability to die with one phony act he makes when he appears to be like he knew him and his history along the Jujutsu Society.

It would always end up with the question, 'How'. In which, Hibito could forebode their sub rosa patrols that involved time ahead and revealing them all would have him dying first before he could.

"Ooooh. Scary! A threat coming from a teeny-weeny girl," Satoru teased and taunted, shifting on his seat as he leaned his head to the side, sending you a charming, skittish beam, "---A threat that's entirely impossible to happen. Heh." he'd lowly chuckle to himself, leaning closer to your face to offer more of his mischief and irritating taunts, "---I'd love to see you struggle."

"You've already gotten him dirty because you threw him off!" you've groused with a grimace, huffing back to him and taking the stuff toy in between you both, emphasizing your forefinger and drawing beads on where the exact smudges were. Showing him the tiny specks of dust that it has gotten from his previous reckless actions back at the photo booth.

"Eh. It's only a tiny speck of dust. You should've chosen a different plushie then. You had options. Either a black one or the horrid, white one." Satoru nonchalantly stated, his voice light as he leaned his broad shoulders back, crossing his arms but having his legs spread enough for you to chastise him for in which he clearly didn't care about if you were too bothered by it.

"Aren't you sitting too close to me? There are lots of spaces to be seated on! Yet, you chose to sit beside me and man spread like a bitch again!" your verbal horsewhips passed from one ear then towards the other. His grin growing like it was animated enough as Satoru scooted closer next to you, depriving more of your area with his lofty built. Another sally resurfacing that was already prepared to be quipped out in the open.

"Actually, you should be thankful. I get to check the weather up here and that annoying top of your head. Need to check if you're growing a halo or the devil's ears already." His facial expressions turned more of a cock-a-hoop when you've shamelessly pushed his thigh close with your palms, exerting all your energy to it as he let you do it your own. Satoru going on with the flow and letting you have your own fun.

He'd countered all of this perversion with a semblance of bypassing the sense of absurd froth that spumed under that palisade he trusted to be resilient and stout.

"---I realized that it might be a little bit of both though. There's no in between. Are you also like this back in your world?"

"I was once an angel. But, being with you is making me turn into a she-devil!---Satoru, your leg is heavy! Please move! Or just basically give me space then!" You've breathed out the energy used to just allow yourself to sink in further on your seat, being cloth to cloth with Satoru now while he expressed his frisky, obdurate discords with a shake of his head and continuous 'nah's' ,'No's.' and unsophisticated 'uh-uh's'.

You were being ridiculously more comfortable as you held onto the prize that you both had claimed back at the arcade. Another exhausted breath has been puffed out of your lungs as you've held onto your fluffy, Neko's white ears, making it sit on your lap, aimlessly playing with it, a genuine smile lifting your face.

An involuntary run of the mouth. The repressed thoughts, one that has been too honest to overhear by the latter, "---Also, I've chosen this because this is the only one that has the possibility to look like you!"

Satoru couldn't help the waggish grin that traced his features. His arms folded before him as he was gazing alongside your face, "Ah. I understand it clearly now. Are you saying that you've chosen that Neko plushie in hopes of remembering me whenever I'm not around?"

"---I mean," he started again and went on with his teasing, wiggling his albino brows as he jibed at your abrupt honesty, "---you've basically had him patented with such a marvelous nickname, right? There's no doubt that you've chosen that particular plushie to spare a thought for me."

Damn it. His own reasoning and logic made your body freeze. A bucket of numbing ice seeming to fall above your foolish self. Your hands stiffening from mindlessly playing with the stuff toy at hand.

Caught red-handed. You had to snap your head away after that, fighting shy of his conspicuous, unabating observance. Those palpable Ether that always had your face toiled underneath the broiling sun. With a twisted expression and your tongue poking on the insides of your cheeks, there was no doubt that you wanted to slap your own mouth, turning too free-spoken around a person that you should be through and through attentive of.

Satoru was left chuckling to your side. The tonality rich and resonant, full-toned enough to analyze that he was probably thinking of taking its meaning to his head. The assumption lingering inside his haughty mind that you've purposely chosen the white cat in terms of remembering him when he wasn't around.

You knew you were right when he started to brag his mouth upon the notion, "Don't worry, I'll always be around you, Tiny-Chan. There's no need for that." Satoru pressed on, his leg now elegantly crossed as he leaned further on your side. Straight off, being cheek by jowl with him. His willowy, athletic weight now leaning more onto you as he hummed teasingly.

"Y-You're putting words in my mouth! I-I didn't say that!" Flustered words toppled one on top of the other, caught in your own incautious reckoning. Those honest statements should've been left unsaid and prohibited only to that angel sitting on your shoulder.

Those off the record kept thoughts should've been written on a locked diary or some sort instead. Yet, this erratic, refreshing solace that neighbored you whenever Satoru was around, the apparent sheltered ambiance that could be felt through him paved those thoughts out somehow.

In which fed to his ego again after all.

"It's okay to be honest with me. I dislike liars anyway. Feel free to memorize my charm and handsome face before I return the blindfolds back," your cheeks were puffed for both, restraining the need to strangle yourself from your genuine dopiness, aware of the piping hot temperature that tarried, falling further down the volcano hole. Your face experiencing to be sizzling in a fiery catch of shame for such an honest retaliation that didn't seem to even be a verbal counterattack from you and also for Gojo's veracity that he was proudly reveling in.

He'd slanted down further, catching you entirely off-guard when the supple of his lips grazed along your earlobe. Those next words of his sounding deep-toned, modulated but a little bit hoarse that was meant to be classified into the titillating side.

What was set forth susurrated below his breath. Warmth carelessly skimming above your skin, "Don't be shy,"

All at once, those hairs on the nape of your neck stood like you've been electrocuted. The electricity going straight down the rabbit hole like it has given you a sensation of something different. One squeezing through concupiscent dreams, worth for a mother to scold the licentious behavior of her daughter.

It echoed and rang through that flummoxed state you were having, his words being crooned like a choir out in a church. Full and utterly angelic despite of how the devil was probably laughing out of court through your persistence of going through the motions being a paragon of virtue. An angel? Nah. You certainly weren't.

This quotation you've heard from Satoru have been mixed within the familiarity that echoed in that fragmented abyss planned to be healed and connected together, filling the cavity of intrigue. Though, the words that came out of his mouth was definitely the first time you've heard them loud and clear. It was as far as you could recall, including that distinct impeccable locution he uttered that has given you a giggle prior when you were forcefully fed by his Shiitake Mushrooms.

"H-Hey! IT'S MAKING ME UNEASY!---you are making me uneasy, Satoru!" Out of the blue, you've loudly protested at the top of your lungs. As luck would have it, there weren't any other passengers except for the college student you've become cognizant of. To some degree, his body stilted upon his own seat like he was situated in a rather confined space when he had all the expanse to take, off in a world of his own. If there were elders, they would've chastised both you and Satoru for being so brash and rowdy. Affiliates to be classified in the boisterous side of the crowd because of the constant rumbustious pleasantries that catapulted high and low from both parties.

The noise would've been considered ill-mannered to their culture especially while riding a public transportation.

You tore hell for leather out of the seat you've occupied in the train, lifting yourself off from Satoru's side, emigrating from his reach without sparing him a glance. Your face uttermost being baked inside an imaginary oven, feeling like it was being scorched by the heat of the stove.

Satoru was utmost tickled pink for such a raucous reaction.

Too entertained that he had to drive more around the bend. He'd given a simper, the ends of his lips stretching wider as he ought to bring his pestilent necessities to use. Satoru was settled to provoke you even more, shamelessly pulling himself out of his seat, scurrying along your side with a playful purse of his lip. The troublesome idea of whispering the phrase again along your ear.

The strongest have made it obvious. Satoru's perverse decisions and plans that were clouded with mischief all the while he scooted next to you and offered his audible teehees.

"Don't be---" His words were cut off, lanky body being at an angle where his breath was capable of giving the summer breeze along your hypersensitive skin. The wariness of his presence stuffing your sentience that you were holding tightly onto your brand new prized stuff toy with a reckless moniker of it having named 'Toru' that you've had the audacity and will power to shove the plushie on Satoru's face in attempts to shut him up.

It would've stopped everyone's tracks; would've ceased Sasaki Hibito if he wasn't intentionally shunning off to both of your existence, it would have also catch Satoru's students on the hop because of a breathtaking and unanticipated incident. An absolute willpower from a non-sorcerer would have raised a furor among everybody who'd wanted revenge given to a menace of the Jujutsu Society. That fixity of purpose from a person who entirely had no sense of cursed energy nor knew any technique in regards to Jujutsu.

All that spunk you've got deserved an uproar. If his students or those people who were constantly annoyed by him were around, you might have received a splendid applause.

Satoru had seen it. His senses knew you were about to give him a smite with your Neko stuff toy. But, he was too busy; too preoccupied with his own guffaws over the bashfulness of your spirits that he allowed it to happen. Your soft toy smacking him in the face, "---Oomph!"

However, Gojo Satoru was obviously quicker than you opined him for revenge. Energetically taking the stuff toy from you and out of your hands.

The annoying idiot literally and proudly chucked the prized possession away inside the train. Within the area of the public transportation that you were both traveling in. The poor white stuff toy kitty heading throughout the width of the train compartment, accepting its hapless fate with a faint squeak of its loss. The lifeless soft toy devoting itself for its sustained defeat for being tossed for a lot of times today.

Satoru Gojo: 2 | Neko-san: 1

Neko-San has earned his well-deserved point by hitting him on the face.

"SATORU!"

This has been one of the loudest exclamation of his name that has been spat out of your mouth, kicking up a fuss for the sorcerer's foolish actions. Those embarrassed expressions you had, the broiling heat gradually melting away when Gojo had to dramatically stood on his towering height. He'd posed like he had a strike over a bowling game. Fists tightened on either side of him. His long-legs slightly bent like he was ready to pounce or give a kick over a cursed-spirit that technically wasn't there to begin with. Stance appearing to be like he was ready for combat.

You couldn't help the tight, firm moue. Those aghast expressions candid to be perceived by anyone, distorting them even more when Satoru had to declare a word out loud.

"STRIKE!"

You've given him the stink-eye, giving his face a once over and scrutinized the widening beam he had. As a matter of fact, you've spotted the slight dinky rumpled streaks of his wispy Ivory hair on the strength of Neko-san's attack. Satoru never took his eyes off your Neko stuff toy that went and flew as far as it did that it fell right exactly before the stranger's shoes whom was sitting silently and minding his own business.

"AH! YOU NEED TO STOP IT! He's as pale as your albino hair! Stop throwing him away like he's some ragdoll! REALLY!" With a stomp of your foot and an obvious, tight wrinkle of your brows clamped together. To the fullest extent were you nettled by Satoru's acts of inconveniences. You've felt your lips twitch on the sides, huffing out an exasperated breath. Holding onto the train's metal side bar to stabilize yourself to stand as you've audibly vouched and dragged your heavy footing along the floors towards your beloved stuff toy.

"---I have to get him again myself!" you've crowed your thoughts out loud, bleats frank enough for Satoru to assess as he continued on with his poses and own glares upon a lifeless dummy he was subtly seeing as an illusionary combatant. "---you've almost had to hit the stranger on the head too! Now, I need to apologize for your behavior when I don't even speak your language!"

The floor seemed nicer to stare at for Sasaki Hibito. How long had he been moored to his seat till his destination? In all likelihood, the time he spent with the both of you around had been ephemeral. Quite not too long ago yet. Granted that, time stood still and had been a suffocating mess when Satoru Gojo has been in the ballpark bordering his vicinage.

Hibito has been eavesdropping, nevertheless. Mentally inscribing synopsis or observations for your existence as well. One he'd taken to footnote was the nonnative language you were speaking. Distinguishing you to be of a foreign woman whom the strongest could decipher. He'd also been hearing you both fighting over something so childish. An irrelevant notation he'd paid attention to when his earwigging was ceased due to seeing a large, white, stuffed cat toy that has been knocked to the ground, right before the tip of his shoes.

This was the thing that both you and Satoru has been bickering non-stop about.

He couldn't help but mentally cuss inside his head. Never risking the profanities to be commented out loud.

"Damn it." Hibito was repeatedly questioning himself if he needed to get it for you. Balancing the consequences if he did or did not. What if he acted and turned a blind eye to the plaything? would Gojo Satoru break his neck for it?

Hibito technically heard the prior canards through one of Fukumoto's disciples. One of the few and far between strong adherents of his that he couldn't conceive to be happening; confabulating with an eldritch being to start with. He'd listened to the their chinwags over how Gojo granted ruthless measures over a particular unregistered special grade cursed spirit who'd underestimated the strongest. His foe losing his temper for his vainglorious demeanor that he had whenever in the course of a Jujutsu battle. Gojo Satoru was granted that he was verily stronger and had the upper hand before the battle even started.

The word on the street purveyed in the pitiless aftermath of this certain vier, taking him down a peg or two from grisly pulling his own head off inside Gojo's Domain Expansion that has overthrew his.

Straightaway and without even realizing his fretful nerves were controlling him all at once, Hibito was coming in for the stuff toy. His subconsciousness screaming how his yips would've made everything conspicuous, yet he had to play the chivalrous and respectful Japanese citizen. He didn't need to look at the both of you anyway, he silently thought as his head bowed when he'd felt that you were at arms length away from him.

Both of his arms out with the plushie on his hand, offering your soft-toy back without even sparing you a glance.

This was the first and only time he'd seen whom everybody have loathed and been frightened of. Gojo Satoru whose existence which made every cursed-spirit hid behind the shadows because of his birth. Hibito even had the ill-fate to tolerate upon communicating towards the threat that their worshipped being has forewarned them all about.

The woman of peril that needed to be constrained within their hands.

"Ah---Hm. Arigatou Gozaimasu and Gomenasai. I hope the pronunciation is correct. By the way, mister---I'm with the crazy, albino man child. I'm so sorry." you've kindly thanked Hibito, trailing off for a second as you've glanced at the train's ceiling, reclaiming your soft-toy back from his hands. Your next words gibberish for him to understand as it was beyond any doubt a foreign sentence that he had his brows in a twist. The stranger carried on and hid his face underneath and in between his arms, playing the role of a diffident man who did not want to have a confab with anyone.

He just didn't trust the constant frets of his fingers and the everlasting instability that Gojo's presence has brought him in.

"Oi! Tiny-Chan!~"

Ah, Damn it. Hibito felt himself tripping on the wrong foot when he'd heard Satoru merrily calling out for you. His spirit of inquisitiveness has been changed to stress, stirring an intense amount of agitation when he heard Satoru hollering. The peculiar nickname and honorific he'd used piqued his curiosity.

He had to continue and bow further as if the floor was really such nice art. Fukumoto's votary wanted you to scram; wanted you to skedaddle that he was pleading to Fukumoto's dead soul that you would leave him alone before his state of nerves could divert Satoru's attention from yours to his.

However, your nosiness; your snoopy self decided to stay upon your tracks and studied him down in concern, wondering why he wasn't giving you a look, worried that he wasn't all too well.

You've dwell on further, not wanting to judge the culture that you were still adapting from. Distracted as you appeared to be especially with the visual perception of Gojo, his six-eyes be immersed over your figure as you stood before the unusual, timid stranger. How the echo of his feet were like the drums of death, steadily being clobbered with in hulking thuds. Literally.

"He knows. He knows that I know him. He knows. He knows." Hibito was cognitively ranting and wordlessly rambling time after time. His mind in a mess and have been on edge that he had unconsciously fished his phone out of his pocket, acting as if he has gotten a text when he could hear Gojo's heavy footsteps echoing closer.

"Didn't I tell you to just stay beside me because it's more fun when I'm around?"

Hibito's breath was being held back. He could feel himself fighting to keep an unstable pattern of breaths to make him appear more composed within the presence of his mind when it has all been the opposite. From his peripheral vision, his line of sight that has been hardly engrossed over the screen of his phone, he could see and feel Satoru closing in within a spitting distance which kept his anguish mid bay.

"More fun when you're around? Hah! That was very funny. You've been giving me headaches!" you've bewailed with a tepid, sardonic laugh, turning a blind-eye to Satoru's saunters, "---throwing my plushie away since the moment I had him whenever you could. I always had to get it myself! This is all your fault!"

"Hai, hai...Come here now," Satoru droned once he was well-nigh, waltzing within the borderline of your discussion with a stranger you barely knew. "---besides, Neko-san's meant to be catapulted all the time."

"You go wash him then!"

He'd kept his foot atwix the stretch of margin that kept you and Hibito adjacent to each other, looking as though he was trying to meddle in. Satoru actually was, much to your ignorance. On grounds of Hibito's twitchiness, his own nerves reacting upon his jittery impulse, his foot has faintly repelled when his sight-line and headlong senses seen Gojo's shoes step in between the line.

It probably wasn't the best idea for his own axons to betray him in such an epoch-making occasion right now.

You've been too faraway over your own hairsplitting mumbles of complaints over Satoru's actions, those real grouches inwardly interrupted when you've felt the grasp and warmth of his riveting touch that has gently grabbed your wrists, snowed under with his sizeable palm. Indulgent as he always was with you. Gojo have pried you out of the superfluous conversation, dragging you alongside of him and back to where you both seated.

He's protective over her. She probably has been aiding to what Master Fukumoto has seen her to be. This guy wouldn't keep her with him if she was entirely useless after all. Hibito took his time as he breathed out the air he had been holding. At an apparent snail's pace with each step Satoru took as he yanked you away. The sneaking suspicions settling his ruminative thoughts ahead again.

Although, he's kinda' too protective to assess.

Unbeknownst to him, The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer has given him the side-eye upon his intrusion, sparing him a glance of his fugitive heed when he'd intentionally whisked you away from Sasaki Hibito, the knacks of his scrupulous senses fastening on the infinitesimal buck fever he was having till the mocked-up act he was trying to mask for whatever reasons. Yet, above all was the tiniest scent that he had been around cursed-spirits. His six-eyes never conked out nor diminished him. It was a vague smell that he was inured to after all and even how diminutive this was for Hibito because he hadn't even met Fukumoto's acolytes for today yet, Satoru knew.

Satoru's foremost gut feeling that his restiveness had to be about him.

That's what he thought because Gojo has been given to understand that you were a nonentity. Thoroughly unidentified and your existence purely being a mystery whom no one in his world knew of.

"How could we even get ahold of her when it was impossible from the start?"

Gojo has cut those hunches dead, thumbing one's nose over a tangential non-sorcerer whose existence was irrelevant to begin with.

Through the birth of Gojo Satoru; the balance of the world has been altered. But, to your unanticipated existence and being entirely surrounded by him, alone. Everyone's destiny was guaranteed to be reshaped and tweaked to an extent that should've been left untouched.

Just wanna make it clear that Fukumoto Daichi has the same face with you. He's a man but prolly older. Heehee. He also have his disciples which are Sasaki Hibito and the others---which will be named and introduced soon.

Think of them as a cult that's supposed to be hiding at all costs because they know some things that aren't supposed to be known that easily.

Satoru just be breathin' and Sasaki Hibito be fainting---LMAO XD

There's still going to be chapter 7.9 before chapter 8 begins. Sorry if it's too long. I just really wanted this to last and also let them have their moments. Heehee. See you on the next chapter soon, if anybody even reads these fanfic stories of mine. Heehee!

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Aight! So! Futhark is pretty fekking cool! A pretty script! It had a tonne of different varieties from the various Scandinavian futharks to the continental futharks to the Anglo-Saxon furthark! Being both a linguistics student and a follower of Fyrnsida, I thought what if I could modernise the Anglo-Saxon futhark to fit my own Aussie English!!! If you don't wanna read the whole thing I have put a summary at the end of this post that you can jump down to!

SO! FIRSTLY! WHICH ANGLO-SAXON FUTHARK (or as more aptly Futhorc) SHALL I USE? There are two complete sets that we know of! These are the Thames scramasax which was a short inscription on a sword, and the Vienna Codex. While graphematically the same, they have a few graphemic/visual differences!

[Elliot, Ralph W. V. 1996. "The Runic Script." In The World's Writing Systems, edited by Peter T. Daniels and William Bright, 335-339. New York: Oxford University Press.]

I am gonna go with the Vienna Codex here just cos that is the one that the computers use so :P sorry Beagnoth- anyway! Next step was to get the phonemic transcriptions of these :D [sobs] This book gives a good overview of the readings of each of these runes, but there are some abiguities with ᚳ, and the exact qualities of some of the vowels. So my thinking is to take ᛁ/ᛇ, ᛖ, ᚪ, ᚩ, and ᚢ as the basic 5 vowel system, and then have ᛟ as /œ~ø/, ᚫ as /æ/, and have ᛠ and ᚣ be /æa/ and /y/ respectively! ᚳ I am gonna use solely as /k/, and recreate the /tʃ/ through a digraph later! It should also be noted that ᚠ /f/, ᚦ /θ/, and ᛋ /s/ are voiced medially, and that ᚷ /g/ is lenited non-initially. I quite like these so I am gonna keep that!

NOW! NEXT ORDER BUSINESS! ORTHOGRAPHY! HOW IS THIS GONNA FIT ONTO MY ENGLISH? THE MOST ANNOYING PART IS GONNA BE VOWELS! Australian English vowels are more than the ones that the Futhorc can write. So we gotta do some expanding and use some diagraphs- so I have settled on:

/ɐ/ BUD - ᚪ

/ɐ:/ BATH - ᚪᚪ

/æ/ TRAP - ᚫ

/æ:/ BAD - ᚫ (not gonna double this one as /æ/ and /æ:/ are saliently different to me but if anyone wants to use this they can double it if they want!)

/æɪ/ FACE - ᚫᛁ

/æɔ/ MOUTH - ᚫᚩ

/ɑɪ/ PRICE - ᚪᛁ

/e/ DRESS - ᛖ

/e:/ SQUARE - ᛖ (again, vowel length with here is not something I can hear really well?)

/ɜ:/ NURSE - ᛟ (closest modern vowel we have to /œ~ø/)

/ə/ ABOUT - ᛠ (this is just- a weird sound we, or at least I, don't use. I think it would be funky to be our schwa but! I know this is arbitrary, but I wanna try to use all of runes here)

/əʉ/ GOAT - ᛠᚢ

/ɪ/ BIT - ᛁ

/ɪə/ NEAR - ᛁᛠ

/i:/ FLEECE - ᛇ (this was used as a variant of ᛁ, and also represents a few consonants which doesnt exist in my variety today, so I am just using it for /i:/ out of a want to use all the runes)

/ɔ/ THOUGHT - ᚩ

/ɔɪ/ CHOICE - ᚩᛁ

/ʊ/ FOOT - ᚢ

/ʉ:/ GOOSE - ᚢᚢ (I know these are different vowel qualities but tbh, it isn't immediately apparent to me that they are different lest i really listen to it? So personal choice to just use this digraph here)

It was pretty easy to assign vowels to runes! All bar ᚣ, whose /y/ sound is just... not something we have anymore? But! I have an idea for it with consonant digraphs!! So let's dive into the consonants!

The standard ones

/m/ MAN - ᛗ

/n/ NOON - ᚾ

/ŋ/ KING - ᛝ

/p/ POT - ᛈ

/b/ BELLY - ᛒ

/t/ TEST - ᛏ

/d/ DOG - ᛞ

/k/ KEG - ᚳ

/g/ GIFT - ᚷ

/ks/ WEET-BIX - ᛉ

/tʃ/ CHURCH - ᛏᛋᚣ

/dʒ/ JUDGE - ᛞᛋᚣ

/f/ FAN - ᚠ

/v/ VALUE - ᚠᚻ (this digraph I am gonna use initially, I am gonna use ᚠ in non-initial positions for /v/)

/θ/ THANKS - ᚦ

/ð/ THIS - ᚦᚻ (same as with /v/)

/s/ SISTER - ᛋ

/z/ ZOO - ᛋᚻ (same as with /v/)

/ʃ/ SHELL - ᛋᚣ

/ʒ/ VISION - ᛋᚣ (I cannot think of any words outside of vision where this sound comes up, so it'll be safe to have it homographic with /ʃ/)

/h/ HOME - ᚻ

/ɹ/ RED - ᚱ

/l/ LOLLIE - ᛚ

/j/ YOUNG - ᛄ

/w/ WATER - ᚹ

Personal one

/x/ MURDOCH - my /k/ and /g/ tends to lenite at the end of words, or in fast or stressed speech non-finally - ᚳᚻ/ᚷᚻ non-finally, and ᚷ finally

So! TL:DR we have come to:

Next thing I wanna work on is making these runes more pen on paper writing friendly. The angularity of the runes was due to the materials into which they were typically carved into, and in quick writing can be a bit awkward for writing. So that is gonna me my next goal. Again! The runes were always used with degrees of variability, to match the speech of their writers. They were never standardised, and this here is not an attempt to standardised them here. This is just a personal project that others are more than free to use and modify as they wish! I will follow this up later when I replace my pen that died last night with possible handwritten styles for the runes.

#aaaaaa this was prolly vv rambly and winding I hope it was alright to read :P if anything needs to be cleared up please dont hestitate to as #wodensrambles #linguistics #grapholinguistics #runes #futhark runes #futhork #fyrnsida #heathenry

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Region có nghĩa là miền, Interupted gián đoạn còn liền next to. Coins dùng chỉ những đồng xu, Còn đồng tiền giấy paper money. Here chỉ dùng để chỉ tại đây, A moment một lát còn ngay ringht now, Brothers-in-law đồng hao. Farm-work đòng áng, đồng bào Fellow- countryman Narrow- minded chỉ sự nhỏ nhen, Open-hended hào phóng còn hèn là mean. Vẫn còn dùng chữ still, Kỹ năng là chữ skill khó gì! Gold là vàng, graphite than chì. Munia tên gọi chim ri Kestrel chim cắt có gì khó đâu. Migrant kite là chú diều hâu Warbler chim chích, hải âu petrel Stupid có nghĩa là khờ, Đảo lên đảo xuống, stir nhiều nhiều. How many có nghĩa bao nhiêu. Too much nhiều quá , a few một vài Right là đúng , wrong là sai Chess là cờ tướng , đánh bài playing card Flower có nghĩa là hoa Hair là mái tóc, da là skin Buổi sáng thì là morning King là vua chúa, còn Queen nữ hoàng Wander có nghĩa lang thang Màu đỏ là red, màu vàng yellow Yes là đúng, không là no Fast là nhanh chóng, slow chậm rì Sleep là ngủ, go là đi Weakly ốm yếu healthy mạnh lành White là trắng, green là xanh Hard là chăm chỉ , học hành study Ngọt là sweet, kẹo candy Butterfly là bướm, bee là con ong River có nghĩa dòng sông Wait for có nghĩa ngóng trông đợi chờ Dirty có nghĩa là dơ Bánh mì bread, còn bơ butter Bác sĩ thì là doctor Y tá là nurse, teacher giáo viên Mad dùng chỉ những kẻ điên, Everywhere có nghĩa mọi miền gần xa. A song chỉ một bài ca. Ngôi sao dùng chữ star, có liền! Firstly có nghĩa trước tiên Silver là bạc , còn tiền money Biscuit thì là bánh quy Can là có thể, please vui lòng Winter có nghĩa mùa đông Iron là sắt còn đồng copper Kẻ giết người là killer Cảnh sát police , lawyer luật sư Emigrate là di cư Bưu điện post office, thư từ là mail Follow có nghĩa đi theo Shopping mua sắm còn sale bán hàng Space có nghĩa không gian Hàng trăm hundred, hàng ngàn thousand Stupid có nghĩa ngu đần Thông minh smart, equation phương trình Television là truyền hình Băng ghi âm là tape, chương trình program Hear là nghe watch là xem Electric là điện còn lamp bóng đèn Praise có nghĩa ngợi khen Crowd đông đúc, lấn chen hustle Capital là thủ đô City thành phố , local địa phương Country có nghĩa quê hương Field là đồng ruộng còn vườn garden Chốc lát là chữ moment Fish là con cá , chicken gà tơ Naive có nghĩa ngây thơ Poet thi sĩ , great writer văn hào Tall thì có nghĩa là cao Short là thấp ngắn, còn chào hello Uncle là bác, elders cô. Shy mắc cỡ, coarse là thô. Come on có nghĩa mời vô, Go away đuổi cút, còn vồ pounce. Poem có nghĩa là thơ, Strong khoẻ mạnh, mệt phờ dog- tiered. Bầu trời thường gọi sky, Life là sự sống còn die lìa đời Shed tears có nghĩa lệ rơi Fully là đủ, nửa vời by halves Ở lại dùng chữ stay, Bỏ đi là leave còn nằm là lie. Tomorrow có nghĩa ngày mai Hoa sen lotus, hoa lài jasmine Madman có nghĩa người điên Private có nghĩa là riêng của mình Cảm giác là chữ feeling Camera máy ảnh hình là photo Động vật là animal Big là to lớn , little nhỏ nhoi Elephant là con voi Goby cá bống, cá mòi sardine Mỏng mảnh thì là chữ thin Cổ là chữ neck, còn chin cái cằm Visit có nghĩa viếng thăm Lie down có nghĩa là nằm nghỉ ngơi Mouse con chuột , bat con dơi Separate có nghĩa tách rời , chia ra Gift thì có nghĩa món quà Guest thì là khách chủ nhà house owner Bệnh ung thư là cancer Lối ra exit, enter đi vào Up lên còn xuống là down Beside bên cạnh, about khoảng chừng Stop có nghĩa là ngừng Ocean là biển, rừng là jungle Silly là kẻ dại khờ, Khôn ngoan smart, đù đờ luggish Hôn là kiss, kiss thật lâu. Cửa sổ là chữ window Special đặc biệt normal thường thôi Lazy… làm biếng quá rồi Ngồi mà viết tiếp một hồi die soon Hứng thì cứ việc go on, Còn không stop ta còn nghỉ ngơi! Cằm CHIN có BEARD là râu RAZOR dao cạo, HEAD đầu, da SKIN THOUSAND thì gọi là nghìn BILLION là tỷ, LOOK nhìn , rồi THEN LOVE MONEY quý đồng tiền Đầu tư INVEST, có quyền RIGHTFUL WINDY RAIN STORM bão bùng MID NIGHT bán dạ, anh hùng HERO COME ON xin cứ nhào vô NO FEAR hổng sợ, các cô LADIES Con cò STORKE, FLY bay Mây CLOUD, AT ở, BLUE SKY xanh trời OH! MY GOD…! Ối! Trời ơi MIND YOU. Lưu ý WORD lời nói say HERE AND THERE, đó cùng đây TRAVEL du lịch, FULL đầy, SMART khôn Cô đõn ta dịch ALONE Anh văn ENGLISH , nổi buồn SORROW Muốn yêu là WANT TO LOVE OLDMAN ông lão, bắt đầu BEGIN EAT ăn, LEARN học, LOOK nhìn EASY TO FORGET dễ quên BECAUSE là bỡi … cho nên , DUMP đần VIETNAMESE , người nước Nam NEED TO KNOW… biết nó cần lắm thay SINCE t��, BEFORE trước, NOW nay Đèn LAMP, sách BOOK, đêm NIGHT, SIT ngồi SORRY thương xót, ME tôi PLEASE DON"T LAUGH đừng cười, làm ơn FAR Xa, NEAR gọi là gần WEDDING lễ cưới, DIAMOND kim cương SO CUTE là quá dễ thương SHOPPING mua sắm, có sương FOGGY SKINNY ốm nhách, FAT: phì FIGHTING: chiến đấu, quá lỳ STUBBORN COTTON ta dịch bông gòn A WELL là giếng, đường mòn là TRAIL POEM có nghĩa làm thơ, POET Thi Sĩ nên mơ mộng nhiều. ONEWAY nghĩa nó một chiều, THE FIELD đồng ruộng, con diều là KITE. Của tôi có nghĩa là MINE, TO BITE là cắn, TO FIND kiếm tìm TO CARVE xắt mỏng, HEART tim, DRIER máy sấy, đắm chìm TO SINK. FEELING cảm giác, nghĩ THINK PRINT có nghĩa là in, DARK mờ LETTER có nghĩa lá thơ, TO LIVE là sống, đơn sơ SIMPLE. CLOCK là cái đồng hồ, CROWN vương niệm, mã mồ GRAVE. KING vua, nói nhảm TO RAVE, BRAVE can đảm, TO PAVE lát đường. SCHOOL nghĩa nó là trường, LOLLY là kẹo, còn đường SUGAR. Station trạm GARE nhà ga FISH SAUCE nước mắm, TOMATO là cá chua EVEN huề, WIN thắng, LOSE thua TURTLE là một con rùa SHARK là cá mập, CRAB cua, CLAW càng COMPLETE là được hoàn toàn FISHING câu cá, DRILL khoan, PUNCTURE dùi LEPER là một người cùi CLINIC phòng mạch, sần sùi LUMPY IN DANGER bị lâm nguy Giải phầu nhỏ là SUGERY đúng rồi NO MORE ta dịch là thôi AGAIN làm nữa, bồi hồi FRETTY Phô mai ta dịch là CHEESE CAKE là bánh ngọt, còn mì NOODLE ORANGE cam, táo APPLE JACK-FRUIT trái mít, VEGETABLE là rau CUSTARD-APPLE mãng cầu PRUNE là trái táo tàu, SOUND âm LOVELY có nghĩa dễ thương PRETTY xinh đẹp, thường thường SO SO LOTTO là chơi lô tô Nấu ăn là COOK , WASH CLOTHES giặt đồ PUSH thì có nghĩa đẩy, xô MARRIAGE đám cưới, SINGLE độc thân FOOT thì có nghĩa bàn chân FAR là xa cách, còn gần là NEAR SPOON có nghĩa cái thìa Toán trừ SUBTRACT, toán chia DIVIDE PLOUGH tức là đi cày WEEK tuần MONTH tháng, WHAT TIME mấy giờ?

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miodesblog · 4 years

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Fresh Out Of The Fridge is out now on all online platforms including i-tunes and Spotify. It’s a collection of comedic/ pop orientated songs written mostly in my twenties. Here’s some sleeve notes.

Trolley

The initial inspiration came from a conversation between two teenagers that l overheard at a bus stop. One of them had a crush on someone in a local band and the memory of it cropped up around the time of Brit Pop, when I was just starting a band. It’s about no band in particular and every Boy band ever! The phrase Light Your Lolly came from Chris Evan’s Don’t Forget Your Toothbrush, in which contestants tried to win a holiday in the sun, but failing that got one in somewhere like Bournemouth.

Fresh Out Of The Fridge

I really don’t remember how I got this idea from except that I was always a bit of a wallflower at parties and didn’t really know how to flirt-especially with anyone I actually fancied. In my dreams I wasn’t so hesitant. So this song is about that. I never shared this with the band. I probably thought it was not going to go down well!

Chemicals

The band did a good job with this but I hated my vocals at the time . I was trying to not sound American and not sound like a fake cockney and managing to sound like both. It’s a funny sort of song about depression.

Lois and Sam

This song is about the flatmates I had when I first came to London. They were a right gang of two with a sour, misanthropic outlook which they took out on me. When I left the house, I promised myself that, whatever disappointment I had to face in life, I was not going to be like that when I got to their age.

Cactus

I sometimes listen to Woman’s Hour on radio 4 and during the nineties there was a little Feng-Shui craze. On the programme a consultation was in progress and this was how it went- almost verbatim. I always admired Noel Coward and Swan & Flanders and this song is in a similar comedic vein.

Belly Of A Monster

Walking around a fun fair there was a hoarding for one of the rides, where the passengers started by riding on the dragon then end up it’s belly. It made me think of all the people who end up in a situation sort of by accident - namely a job where they have no control over their life and no freedom to follow their dreams.

Stupid Over You

This is another song that I anticipated the bands rejection. I was the queen of hopeless and quite unlikely crushes. It’s got this slightly angry guitar line and a dreamy Celeste which conveys my annoyance at my own sentimentality!

Hey you!

I used to live on what’s called the Haringey Ladder in north London. Most days I would go for a walk in Finsbury Park to feed the ducks and pick up kindling (our squat still had open fires) Quite often I got men coming up to me to chat me up -or worse. It was really annoying. So this song is sort of Park Life if you’re a girl!

Elizabeth Republica

This song was co-written with the drummer Michael Andrawis. In the aftermath of Lady Diana’s death there was a wave of anti royal feeling going on-at which Michael’s earthy Dorset mum complained. It’s a bit of a tongue-in-cheek take on the protest song which is normally of a leftist nature - but were the shoe on the other foot -and The Queen And I a reality - there would be scope for singing the old girl’s praises.

Slow moving Traffic

This song kind of wrote itself. I grew up listening to a fair amount of country music and it’s a affectionate parody of the genre.

Lovely Malady

I didn’t have many boyfriends in my twenties but listened to friend’s moaning about theirs endlessly while never quite managing to leave the relationship. I couldn’t work out what made them act this way and concluded that they must get some kind of perverse kick out of it.

The Dawn and Anthony

This was originally a poem that I wrote around 18. I had a very handsome but unreliable boyfriend. The chorus was added on more recently is the perspective of the older me. It’s a funny but also a lament to passing youth and love.

Winners Green

This was written around the same time. I lived near a Suffolk village where there really was a Lord Of The Manor who closed off the path to the church on his newly acquired land. It’s a commentary on English country life in modern age, where the desirable houses are often exclusively owned by people who don’t live there.

Bus Ride Home

This song was perhaps the Ideal Home at its poppiest. It was inspired by my current crush and also the teen magazines that I read in my school days like Mizz and Jackie. These featured silly quizzes and hocus pocus ways of finding out, among other things, the suitability of boyfriends. Star signs and numerology were featured. The signs weren’t good, not that it made any difference.

Thank You And Good Night

I was instructed by my old band mates that I ought to be more friendly and chatty on stage and make some attempt at promoting us at the end of each gig. I absolutely hated having to do this - so whimsically wrote a song that would cover the essential elements. The music has been in my head for years and years and I must admit I felt a little pathos towards the end because the last gig was played over twenty years ago. Now here I was recording the song on a desktop computer with programmed instruments.

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jojoreadwhat · 5 years

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T W E L V E • A Gwilym Lee Story | 3. the one with the same cliche story

Sylvia •

Gwilym and Joe’s apartment was intellectually eclectic, and expensive looking. Exquisite crown molding around the room. White washed walls with art and photographs along them. Various different aspects, colored vases and decor. Lots of greenery hanging from the ceilings and shelves. Large bookcases covering the wall from top to floor, opposite of the entertainment center. With a grey couch in the middle of living space. Completely laid out differently compared to ours.

Lucy and Joe could be heard in the kitchen, leaving me to look around. I stood in front of the bookcases. Examining the poets and authors lining the shelves.

All pretty editions, Capote, Burroughs, Huxley to name a few. I picked up On The Road, impressed and just wondering who read these between the two gentlemen living here.

"Liking New York so far?" One of the gentlemen, Joe asked standing next to me now, holding out a glass of wine.

He was quite handsome. Tall standing at five foot nine.!Dark chestnut eyes that somewhat gold from the amber glow nearby. Rich auburn hair. Dressed in a white button down short sleeve, nicely loose against his build, showing off his semi toned arms. Along with a pair of black faded jeans, shaping him out quite admiringly.

I smiled, trying my best to disguise the slight startling of his entry. Placing the book back, before my fingertips met Joe’s lightly.

I shrugged a little, "I mean I've only gotten as far as my fire escape." I answered, then. "But so far I like it." Watching the corners of his lips curl while I took a sip from my glass.

"Please make yourself comfortable." He suggests, his large hand extending to the sofa. His voice lathered in a light New York accent, smooth throughout the room.

I sat down next to him, still observing the artwork on the walls. "Your apartment is really nice." I broke, Joe nodded slightly with a smirk. "Thank you, its more of my roommate's tastes than mine." He replied. I slowly nodded, "Even the books?" I pressed, taking another sip of the bittersweet mix of berries. Joe nodded again, looking over at the collection behind us and resting his arm onto the back of the sofa. "Yeah, I'm more into music."

"Is he like an English professor or something?" I kept going, he shook his head. "He's a photographer." He corrected, "An artiste, he likes to say." He mocked jokingly, before grabbing a peppermint from the wooden box on the coffee table.

"And what do you do?" I asked once more, leaning back and adjusting more comfortably than what the stiff sofa could offer. Trying to balance my interests in both of the neighbors I was gaining for my stay here.

Joe’s lips parted lightly, "A barista in the morning, a deejay by night." The charming pearl of his teeth unveiling. "You know, the cafe is actually hiring. I can ask Jimmy to fit you in for an interview sometime this week." He finished, taking another swig if his beer.

I never worked that task in my life and my mouth just rattled with questions. Joe chuckled, comfortingly that it was easy. Before going on about things he's heard from Lucy at numerous occasions.

"Isn't she a trip?!" Lucy pointed, entering the living room. Joe nodded to the statement when she sat down on the arm chair nearby, her wine glass resting in her hand.

I sat listening, chuckling and pouting to myself because I was running low on the wine I was nursing. Smelling the aroma of the sauce just about done.

Lucy and Joe picked up on a story. Joe talking about my interview for Thursday and Lucy talking about how much of a riot Jimmy is. She was in the mist of beginning a story about him when I heard keys jiggling against the knob.

A dark haired figure coming through before the keys hit the dish on the table next to it. Dressed in black with a brown paper bag resting in his arm.

Lucy turned towards the sound, "Gwil!" She greeted, "Running late like usual." She added, turning and shooting a smile my way. He shot a faint "Hey" before he walked closer to the chair she was in, and the amber lights hitting him more clear now. Portraying more of his features, the dark scruff peppered over his cheeks and jaw. The two buttons undone at the beginning of his collar, shining a silver chain faintly.

"Long day?" Joe added, Gwilym sighed. "Something like that." He answered, his accent being completely different than from Joe. His eyes immediately meeting me, with his brow angling a bit. My eyes bashfully hitting the table in front of me.

"Gwil, this is Sylvia. She'll be staying with me for a while." She explained, catching the slight awkwardness fill the space. His expression relaxed, probably remembering what he was told before. I shyly waved, he smiled when I did so.

Lucy offered to get him a beer, while going to check on dinner. But he shook his head, "I'm good." He replied, fixing the sleeve rolled on his arm. "I have a few in my room." He finished, saying goodnight and exiting himself.

"I wonder what's wrong with him?" Joe said before turned and looked over to me, "He's quite a character." He reassured, only leaving me baffled and gulping the last sip of my glass.

A variety pop station played through the alarm clock I uncovered while unpacking my new room. It was a nice room. A blank canvas with white walls and big windows looking out a fire escape to the street and building across. A full size bed, with a nightstand and a white shaped lamp. A large dresser and rack, making up for the closet that was converted into a bathroom.

I kneeled onto the dresser across my bed, lining up ten books and a few vases on the shelf above it.

"Please tell me you've never worn this." Lucy slurred after opening the second bottle of Wine. I turned my head down to her, as she sat pretzel legged on the floor and holding up a cluttered patterned blouse. Finding it as she went through my boxes of clothes, her specialty.

"I have, it was a big hit at the office." I mentioned confidently, she chuckled. "Of course it was, you worked with people over forty." She corrected, folding it before adding. "Another thing we'll work on while you're here. Let you indulge in my discounts." Quietly enough for me to catch.

I rolled my eyes, going back to sorting the look of my shelf. We got quiet again into our jobs. I hummed to myself to the bubblegum playing while I switched to the piles Lucy made on my bed to place into my dresser. The silence between got me thinking, rehashing tonight at dinner across the hall.

I wasn't sure why I allowed it to bother me, I never even heard of Gwilym until today. His first impression made me weary I guess, like I didn't belong. Even with the whole 'something's bothering him.' I was probably overthinking it all, it just gave me a weird vibe.

I looked down at Lucy again, refolding her sloppy technique. "So that guy Gwil." I spoke, seeing her head pop up suddenly.

"What about him?" She questioned, grabbing the bottle and sipping from it. I felt so silly, I shook my head. Forgetting about the whole thing but Lucy insisted.

I place my hands on the dresser with the ugly blouse still in them, "Like" I began, "Is he always so short like that?"

Lucy shook her head, "No, not always." She said, then. "I think he must've had a difficult client or something. He's a bit pretentious at times but confusing most of the time."

I felt my lips form out "Oh." Continuing with the fabric in my hands until I grabbed the next.

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Gwilym •

My morning has been in total chaos from the start. From waking up late and missing the first chute to work, to spilling my coffee over proofs. Then for Lolly to set passwords to all my upcoming appointments. She even went through the extent of calling three clients and booking them all in the same time. Rushing two and losing my touch to get them done. Finally reaching the waiting room for the third and noticing they left and I wasn't going to get paid from Allure anytime soon.

Luckily lunch came around and some of the pictures of the sessions I was able to finish came out exceptional. I closed shop and headed three blocks up to 15th and Canal to Jimmy Bean. Where Joe worked and made my coffee better than what Lolly would get me.

The bell over the door dinged when I entered. The place was busy for the little time before lunch. The dark wood tables taken by one to three people at each. Matching nicely with the different colors painted on the walls and odd pieces of art. Eclectic as the shop was now owned by a bearded hippie man and his wife.

The color leathered stools aligned the counter happened to be empty. I grabbed a newspaper by the door, making my way before I sat heightened from the floor. My black clads resting on the bar below. Reading the city's headlines. Waiting for my friend to get done being flirty with the blonde at table three.

"Want a scone today? Jimmy made blueberry ones." Joe asked, taking a rag to the counter in front of me. I nodded, mouthing a "Please" before my glasses back to the paper and Joe grabbed the fresh pot.

I felt the steam nearing when he poured the hot liquid into the color block mug, "So were you okay last night?" He began, before placing a plate with the scone in front of me.

I sighed, bringing the mug to my mouth and indulging the bitter black mud down my throat. "Lolly quit on me and left me a mess at the studio." I fulfilled.

I went on with a further explanation on what could've made her split. My looks, my persona, the way I was with Keya, or that I played with her feelings which I'm always good for. I know the kind of guy I am, I don't blame her for walking away, even though she left with haste. But I'm glad she learned that nothing was ever going to happen after just fucking her.

Joe eventually derailed the conversation to the importance of our rent and how he had a gig tonight at Drougie's. I was getting a little carried away about a possible gallery show being booked when the kitchen door opened. Jimmy came out blabbing to himself at first while he held it open. Then a short brunette followed after, it was Sylvia, Lucy’s friend.

"Joseph, you'll be training Miss Altman tomorrow morning in between customers." Jim explained, as he reached her a pin name tag to decorate and a fresh black apron.

I watched as she stood poised, but it was hard for her. "Make her something on the house will ya?" He added before reminding her to be in at seven and going on to greet regulars. Once he turned around, the straightness of her lips curled.

"Thank you soooo much Joe!" She exaggerated gleefully. He just smiled at her, "No problem, no problem." He repeated, before telling her to take a seat and going to give her a 'first lesson.'

Sylvia turned the corner of the counter, her curvy figure coming more into play. Dressed in a black camisole cover by a little black cardigan. With a burnt red skirt meeting at her thigh with buttons down the middle. Loose strands of her dark brown hair falling from her ponytail and meeting her collarbone, wearing a minimal of makeup. She was quite pretty, a lovely smile and so delicate like. She sat with her posture so well and her legs crossed over the knee, showing off her platform slides.

She ordered an iced macchiato, I glanced sheepishly, seeing that she was too from the corner of her blue eyes. I smirked, deciding to redeem myself from last night.

"I apologize for my choppy behavior last night," I began, watching as she turned to me. "I'm Gwilym."

She smiled lightly, "Oh no worries." She reassured, stretching her hand towards me. "Sylvia." Her skin soft to the touch in mine.

We went back to our silence before Joe joined our conversation and opened the door for all to come out on the counter. I watched as she twirled her straw between every sip of her drink and how pretty her lashes were.

"So what made you come to New York?" I asked, she smirked looking at her cup. "Well you know Lucy. She can be abrasive in a good way." She began, "But mainly for a change and I'm looking for something bigger."

The same cliched story for every woman I've ever come across in this city. I nodded slowly, unimpressed. "Typical." I muttered quietly to myself.

Or at least I thought it was.

"Excuse me?" She asked, I shook my head trying to play it off. "Nothing." I pressed, but she crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you mean by 'typical'?" Making air quotations.

I sighed, "It's just your story is just the same like everyone else in this city." I explained, just allowing my foot to go further into my mouth.

Sylvia just huffed, mumbling a simple "Rude."

"And your story is different?" She mocked me, I chuckled. "I mean yes, I came here with a plan." I replied, she chuckled piercingly. "Wow, so different."

I looked at her straight from her mock comment, surprised to say the least that she was not going to back down but I did.

She shook her head by my sudden quietness. Placing a five dollar bill from her clutch into the tip jar before stepping down from the stool.

"Well Im not here to entertain you." She added once more, catching a swift of her perfume as she reached in front of me. "In the mean time, thanks for the scone." Saying a goodbye to a confused Joe and heading on her way.

#bohemian rhapsody #borhap #joe mazzello #mine #gwilym lee #gwilym lee imagines #gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee fanfic #gwilym lee fluff #gwilym lee fanfiction #gwilym lee x reader #ben hardy #rami malek #lucy boynton #apartment 12 #slutforbritdick

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brightsweetshop1 · 1 year

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#Confectionery near me #Sweets shop near me #Candies near me #English lollies near me #Lollies near me #Noofies Bright Victoria #Noofies near me #Ice creams bright #Ice creams near me

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dayquercus · 3 years

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I’m really really really happy

at this moment

I hope you too

time with families(-exclude me please- so compensate-“go as I please”) (not my) friends (everyone’s) nature ect.

⛄️

I guess it’s called mindfulness

can I cancel the counselling sessions that I’ve been waiting for months ?

‘frosty the snowman’ jazz at 08:09 , 1st and only , sit n eat , how long did it take ? 1.5hrs 😶‍🌫️

agenda : take it slow

Christmas edition

craigendarroch hill

loch kinord

hiking walking seeing resting

waiting for the heavy snow

ginger bread houses like da swiss chalets

I’ve missed verbier , white white white

4pm , in , sun’s back home zzzz moon’s called for supper , evening stroll in town , after the fairies 🧚‍♀️ woke up earlier than the sun(light)

reached the summit !

sublime , ephemeral

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Also at the top is a distinctive geological feature: deep score-marks in the exposed rock caused by rocks dragged across it by a glacier that covered the whole of Deeside during the Ice Age.

Climb: hard, 200m

Difficulty: hard, steep in places and uneven underfoot

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white berries black mushrooms

some waxed tree branches ?

moss here grows crispy fluffy long , detached

crispy sea-land weed (plants)

crispy crispy “steep” they say

sliding down the hill , leaf 🍂 bedding

icing sugar , sweets like jelly bottles

grass moss , forms colours

something about it here

four seasons

frozen time , just me , quiet I invaded plant’s habitat , saying “I’m happy” ….

😯 in awe , moving forward

wild life this that , the air smells fresh , white mist , look back , look ahead , look around , look down the road , up and upper, blinds or blinders , lift or avalanche ..

ahhhh met a real person ! passing through .. “10 mins away” , “a circular way” was worrying about how to get down , right : chose the difficult one to climb means easier one to go down , yet it’s not 100% correct , kisses to ice lollies on twigs , touches to those stone faces …..

melting

and colder

2 red chested ribbons ?

wasn’t wearing mountain wear if wellington boots are (not trainers) and diffidently not wearing mini skirt , in case of grass 🐍snakes

“lucky” they say , clear sky

a 91 year old grandma talked to me at the door front , sweet , worried about me feet , she looks happy and healthy like the queen , no wonder the royals come here in September (? that’s what I heard)

and then , by the time I was typing , someone who worked for the Prince in the castle nearby “personally not interested in Royal’s affairs , he made no comments) , a grandpa sat down there , a tea table away , tweed jacket tweed tweed , English gentleman but Scottish , not Tweed Day , asked me to take off my mask , started conversations bare faces , he has 0 fear ..

seen both sides now , “good and bad” (hush) , I understand , as you age , you live and your friends passed away …..

has his routines , “that man hasn’t changed … the past decades” , must be over 85-90 years old .. he has his jokes comically about men-women approach sex before contraception

ect. he “just made a friend” , sitting here everyday at this time , “he’ll come” “see you tomorrow” ….

mince & tattie 🥔 for him , ready-made hahaha “have sweets at home” .. “aye aye aye” “asa”=“as the same as shite” , humour ..

“don’t be daf”

1 person (M) =>> 3 (a couple from Worcester? : charlotte & “ben” - the name that M mixed up with C’s X) , like a family , “getting involved in a family affair”

just listening .. they asking questions , and giggles ..

warm fire , with distance

they believed so : seeing robins is a sign that your loved on is near

I like wood burner too , it smells healthier than smokes(from tobaccos so ….

no sweet potatoes in it , just watching

god knows how myself could afford this place

just , little things , not my permanent home , adding them to d mood board

carboot (sales) , antiques , second-hand , hoarders

smoked salmon + scrambled eggs

fresh berries + yoghurt

satisfied

2 kind ladies

conversations

of their life experience living in this town

Charcuterie not yet

egg florentine vs egg benedict

o no sausages - mint please

no full Scottish breakfast

french toast ?

“I’m actually not a bread person”

venison - o noooo

Scottish “tablets” vs fudge , not sticky , sweet too sweet sugar (crisp again or frost? the texture of it as the sound of it - feet on frost) : sugar + butter + condensed milk

kindly

and a surprising gift from the staff ! 7th did she say the 7th person ?! body lotion : just what I need !

dying language

“only when you select it as a course in the final year of secondary school”

bursted out in tears again , about loss , bereavement

resentment is a waste of time , school counselling has time limitations: 4

“you don’t know who you are?” - “I know better now : adj. …. just never consistent …. ambivalent ….. not sure ….”

“emotional attachment to things”

“what’d happen if he’s moved on” “the possible connection” , she’s good , and confused (I know) ….. x is pass (“contempt” , runs in the family)

“….angry is better than being depressed” - “true” she “hahaha”

“I thought about that ….. I want to say sorry …. guilt or regret …. not going to be a third wheel , not disturbing ….. respect other’s choice … just a letter …. and …. hope he’s happy ….”

“…. an adult , …. own responsibility to feel happy” then I guess happier ?

and somehow bought something - not about the food but the tin , “beautiful things” - “aren’t we all” .

cats in , all those examples , things I want to have to keep someone/cats close …. counsellor dried her tear (one finger , corner of her eye)

either way I’ll be fine , every person you’ve come across (I believe) will pass on something that’s meaningful (for me , it’s to see the other side - cultures places ect. wasn’t that interested before ….) she commented : “you’d love that” “N.Y..” …

she used counter transference - by sharing her experience about the city …..

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fuckyeahgakuenheaven · 7 years

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It’s almost Halloween! Today, here’s a translation of the special Halloween event that was posted on Twitter in 2011. It’s the Twitter event that started it all! (Which is why some characters are referring to each other the wrong way, haha.)

DUDE THAT’S ALMOST SIX YEARS AGO WTF

The prize wallpaper is shown above, but you should really follow the link and get it at full size, since tumblr automatically reduces the size quite a bit.

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GH2 Halloween 2011 event! :D

Yuki: Do you know what day 10/31 is? Joker-san's saying let's have an event on that date. You join us too! You'll be able to get something really nice at the end, he said. Go see @JokawaKiyotada for the details!

Joker: Welcome. So you're participating in the game too. The rules are simple. All you have to do is gather the keywords in the order that we tell you. Easy, isn't it? Anyway, @ChibaHayato will give you the first instruction, so go talk to him.

Joker: If you enjoy this, play a serious game with me next time. Bet something important to you.

Chiba: I'll tell you Joker-sama's instruction. "Search the bottom of our lineage."

Chiba: If you need a hint, talk to @SonodaEiji.

Sonoda: Hayato's hint? Um, I guess I can tell you. What, did you think I would tell you for free? Life isn't that easy.

Sonoda: ...That was a joke. I don't want to get stuck with the image of a cheapskate right from the beginning. Today's event is special. Anyway, why don't you try searching every nook and cranny of http://gakuenheaven.jp/?

Tomo: Hm? What? Sorry, I'm having a nap right now, see you later.

Tomo: ZZZ...

Tomo: Tomo, hey Tomo, wake up. Huh? He's not here... Um, oh, this is Yuki tweeting for Tomo. It looks like Tomo is goofing off somewhere, so could you find him for me?

Tomo: I think he's probably around here... http://prot.co.jp/. By the way, Tomo's "Z"s are not part of the keyword. -Asahina Yuki.

Yagami: What, do you want something from me? A game? Tch, that's too annoying. The keyword is "I".

Yagami: Wha!? Not love, I'm saying the letter of the alphabet "I". I'd never say something something so embarrassing. If you've got it, get out of here. Next is @TakatoMasatsugu.

Takato: Welcome to the student council room. I'm Takato the secretary. Since you've stopped by, why don't you do a crossword puzzle?

Takato: The crossword puzzle was created in America. Therefore, let's put the questions in English.

Takato: Excuse me? No English? ...Oh well. Then I'll make the questions in Japanese. They're easy questions so you don't have to be so nervous. Then, let's begin.

Takato: 1: How do you say "gakusei" in English?

Takato: 2: This game is called "Gakuen Heaven *".

Takato: 3: What is my favorite thing?

Takato: 4: What instrument is Yagami often playing?

Takato: 5: I can't read books without these.

Takato: 6: Sakaki Sojiro-san and Ito Keita-san are this, from my point of view.

Takato: 7: A must-have for Halloween.

Takato: 8: The setting for this game.

Takato: 9: A person who makes food.

Takato: 10: Kasahara seems to like "lolli***" candy.

Takato: 11: Our school is called "** School" for short.

Takato: 12: For this item, ask him for the hint. @SagimoriKuya

Kuya: What, what? Takato's issued a crossword? That guy's always doing something in his spare time! Alright, I won't be stingy with the hints, so I'll tell you the answer.

Kuya: Hm... It seems you should put what our student council president-kun is called within the school!

Kuya: Durak's top is Joker. Which means the student council's top is of course "Ace!" That's "ACE" in the English alphabet! In hiragana it's "e-su."

Kuya: Now that you know the right answer, go back to @TakatoMasatsugu. When you've finished the crossword, come back here. I'll be waiting!

Takato: Well done. Then please leave the student council room and go to the next place. @SagimoriKuya will tell you the destination. Good luck.

Kuya: Congratulations! I knew you'd reach the best answer. So, once again, I'll tell you the next place to go. The person you should meet is Aratan! Your goal is near. Get revved up and go!

Arata: Huh? You're looking along with Ace-kun? Maro dropped the magic staff for his costume in the pool. Shall we dive in together to find it? If we don't hurry, Halloween will be over. (note: Arata has the letter K and Maro has the letter Y)

Sakaki: Did you finish your assignment? Write the answer in here -> http://www.gakuenheaven.jp/gh2/halloween/pass.html

~~~

(note: The password is "tricky.")

#gakuen heaven #gakuen heaven 2 #gh2 translation #twitter event

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010111110 · 5 years

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flore

God, what a mess this night’s been. I’m out here still pacing, trying to figure out what to do. Could use a drink but I’m all out of juice, and I don’t mean the booze, although I’m all out of that too. The nearest open bottle shop’s a mile off from here, but fuck me if I’m buying that cheap goony shit off them bugs. That shit won’t fly unless I’m real proper desperate, but I might here be speaking just a bit too soon. I’ll try and relay the events to you as clear as crystal blow, but I’m warning you now – it ain’t too pretty to hear.

Right, so I’m out on the town with this French lass Flore, good mate of mine, known her about a year or so now. We met in one of me old share houses and hit it off almost right away, which is strange for me, I don’t normally hit it off with no one. Don’t speak too much English the poor girl, not that I mind of course, the less talk the better is what me mum always says. Anywhos, it’s her birthday tonight and she’s got a great fat hankering for Indian of all things, so I take her to this one pub I heard of from one of me younger cousins, don’t remember the name exact, some Mukka or bloody Dukka, but it’s got this hideously grim statue of a blue monkey-man near the door, and that’s how you can tell that it’s real class and proper.

So we go in and grab a couple of cold jugs before the main event, and everything’s going down all soft and easy and fluid-like, and I’m telling Flore bout work and my piece of shit boss who keeps calling them godawful staff meetings in between each and every meal break. Warren Blythe, the old white horse, mangy little fucker with hot mustard teeth, even thinking about him makes me blood simmer, always yabbering on about how exotic he thinks I look, exotic, yes exotic, what a cunt of a word, men must be drooling all over me wherever I go, and how is it that I haven’t got a boyfriend yet? You see, I’m the only dark girl he’s ever known, the carrot that he dangles in front of all the rest of ‘em, hell, I’d punch him in the nuts if I could pay me bills otherwise, I mean the money’s decent enough, so I suppose something’s gotta give.

Putain de merde, a right bastard, Flore agrees.

Now, this is round the time I begin to notice that Flore’s been touching me a whole lot. And I don’t mean the friendly kinda touching neither, the I-sincerely-treasure-your-companionship kind, see I wouldn’t make a fuss if that were it, no, I mean almost straight up mauling, the I-wanna-slam-you-against-the-fridge-and-cum-all-over-your-tits kind. I don’t know, it’s odd I think, that she’d pull a stunt like this after a year of us being mates and that, the beer’s getting to me head I think, and ain’t she straight anywhos, and gah it’s probably nothing. I lay off it and knock back some more till I’m all lukewarm and careless again.

Next thing I know, food’s gone before it even touches the table, practically snuffed it in one go, guess we didn’t realize how starved we really were. Flore says she wants to go dancing, and dancing now, at some place that plays that bloody reggaeton, sometimes I wonder why we’re even friends really, but fuck it, tonight’s her night and I’m not about to complain, say goodbye to the blue monkey-man, swear it winked at us when we left. We follow the thumps of second-rate music into a club not too far off, the glitziest of city shindigs, take a good look round the joint, everybody’s a lot better dressed than we are, or at least better than I am, Flore’s got on a nice whitish dress, the kind that swoops down like a bird and drags dirt across the linoleum.

By the bar, Flore’s going on about her mum who’s getting divorced, or separated, whatever the term is these days. Consciously uncoupled perhaps, as Paltrow likes to put it. Now she’s off traveling the world, trekking the mountains in Tibet, or was it China I dunno, might very well have been, but she’s living her young adult dreams in her early 50s, what gallantry, what bravoure! How come they split up in the first place I ask, an unassuming girl with unassuming questions. Well, ‘parently Flore’s dad got caught up in some dirty gambling business, lost ‘em a lot of foolish money, bet he’s lying in the gutters cursing, wishing he could take it all back and then some, ah, well, no point in wallowing in your sorries, better things to be spending your precious time on.

C’est la vie, and life fucks us all.

I decide I need another beer, can’t dance to this shit without it, get a nice pint of lager for meself, sweet pear cider for the lady. With our drinks guzzled down, we push our way through the crowd to the eye of the storm, to where the action’s going on, all sweat and glitter and the skunk of modern pretension, Flore’s busting out a jig, can’t lie to you, I’m grooving a bit meself. There’s a group of girls dancing next to us, the kind that’s got on too much makeup and not nearly enough fabric, but one of them’s real beautiful I think, one of them catches me eye.

Little Miss Mystery, dressed in either yellow or green, it’s hard to tell with the goddamn neon lights that keep flickering on and off, but she’s got a face that’s bound to have broken some hearts, maybe even some skulls. Now I’m getting real red and she’s looking right at me, I’m thinking should I go say hello, but who the fuck says hello in the middle of the dancefloor? Before I can make up me mind, Miss Mystery’s suddenly in front of me, her lips pucker as she speaks, can barely hear her over the music.

Are you here with someone?

Bugger me, gotta act cool. I point at Flore and say we’re together, but not together together, no, of course not. Miss Mystery flashes a smile, and it all happens so bloody fast, as these things always do, hands on hips, tongues in mouths, she tastes like rum and those tiny mint lollies you get at hotel restrooms, what a strange combination I think. But it’s real hot and heavy, by now I’ve sunk too many to give a shit really. I see Flore walk away, presumably to get another drink.

Time rolls on, and most of it’s a blur, that is, until I hear some commotion at the bar. From the faint sound of it, some fucker’s getting antsy, yelling obscenities and such, I feel bad for the staff really, having to put up with so many obnoxious drunks gathered in one small venue.

Nique ta mere!

Shit, why am I hearing French? I recognize the voice and snap out of me daze, take Mystery’s hands off – shit! There she is in her swooping white dress, Flore, she’s full on arguing with the bouncer, threatening to take another swing at him with one of them empty beer jugs, I go try and calm her down, but she can hardly keep up standing. Things escalate from there, dunno how we end up at the gas station, but we’re there somehow, and Flore’s puking her guts out by the pavement.

Why would you kiss her?

You were supposed to kiss me!

Salope!

You slut!

Can’t you see that I’m in love…

I ended up paying for her taxi home, though she din’ even look at me as she got in. Don’t know too much of what went on with Miss Mystery after the whole fiasco either, she must’ve left with her mates at one point, didn’t even get her name, let alone her number. God, it sickens me, it does. What a waste of a bloody good night. Wonder if Flore’ll call me tomorrow, telling me how awful sorry she is, or maybe she’ll leave me hanging dry with no explanation, who knows, and who gives a fuck? Either way, I’m still in need of a drink, I appreciate you listenin’ thus far, but it’s getting on dark and I gotta hurry off to that bottle shop now.

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shorties-unite · 8 years

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OKAY SO TODAY WAS GREAT AND I NEED TO WRITE ALL OF THIS OUT CAUSE I DON’T WANNA FORGET TODAY EVER (14.02.17)

So I’d known something was up since about Saturday when @i-write-poetry-not-tragedies texted me and asked what my favorite candy is. I asked her why and she said that it actually had nothing to do with her which kinda only pointed to one suspect. Nice Guy. And sure enough, when I asked him yesterday what he was doing today he answered with “School 😅😂 and secret stuff 😊😋”. So I kinda knew he was gonna do something, but I had no idea what. I wrote him a Snap Judgment because that's what I do.

So anyway, Monday afternoon after swimming training, Surf buddy (who introduced us, remember?) who has recently changed to go to the same school as me, asked if I could stay behind at school on Tuesday to help her out with her English assignment, and me being the great person I am, says “Of course dude, those task sheets can be hard, and I’ll probably get my draft back during the day so we can work on them together,’ and she offers to give me a lift to gymnastics afterwards since dad has to be at the beach and I’m nowhere near allowed to drive yet. After consulting with my parents they say it's fine and we have a plan.

At some point on Monday, I decide that I wanna be festive for Valentine’s Day, so I spend like an hour that night putting curlers in my hair and I borrowed a red flower crown to wear too. When I wake up the next morning and sort myself out to be ready for school, all while snapping nice guy in between. He tells me I look cute/gorgeous/beautiful at least four times. At one point I thought he was gonna show up at my school in the morning, but his classes start before ours so he’s in Philosophy before I’ve even arrived at school. This is about when I get another text from surf buddy, saying that she actually doesn’t have much time this afternoon and needs my help this morning. Happy to oblige and looking cute as hell, I try to hurry the rest of my family so that I can lend her my USB which has structuring stuff on it. Eventually, I get to school and drop my bag on the bench next to surf buddy (who sits at a different table than me). When I arrive, she thanks me for being willing to help and says “do you wanna go put your bag on the table and then head up to the library?” and I go to do that.

Sitting at my table next to some abandoned bags is my friend @blogconfundium (I dunno if he still uses that account but for the purpose of the story that's who he is) holding a massive teddy bear with a red bow around its neck and a white gift bag. I start smiling like an idiot cause he’s smiling so much too, and then I start blushing and shaking cause I can’t believe that it was real. I say the guy holding the stuff’s name in order to thank him and he says “it’s not from me,” and I say “I know,”. I take the gifts off of him and surf friend comes over to me, filming, presumably to send to Nice Guy afterward. I’m bright red and can barely stand up from shaking so much, and when surf friend asks me questions to answer for the camera I can barely utter a coherent sentence. I stay in a state like this when @i-write-poetry-not-tragedies gets to school and part way through the maths exam I had in period one. The gift bag has a packet of redskins (my favorite lollies, duh) and a really cute card that I ended up being the last to read. I snap Nice Guy a thank you, struggling to take a good photo with my hand shaking that much. For the rest of the day, the teddy sits on my table cause I can’t fit it in my locker and I try not to turn red when I hear people talking about it. Other than that and people either being disgusted or saying it's cute, and sending him my Snap Judgement as a present, everything is normal but I’m absolutely wrapped, I honestly didn’t think I could be much happier.

At the end of the day, I’m about to go wait for dad outside the school and I thank surf friend on my way out (making a joke about having to fit the bear in the car without dad noticing) and she says ‘I thought I was taking you?’. I had yet to tell dad that she had been faking the “need help with English” thing and I kinda wanted to go with her anyway (why not we’re good friends) and so after she assures me that she’s not going out of her way to get me there, I pick up my massive obnoxious bear and stand and talk to her friends for a bit (They speak double dutch sometimes so I had no idea what they said) and then the three of us walk out together. At first, I’m busy paying attention to the conversation and the bear is blocking my view but then I look up at the gate and nice guy is right there. Boom, eye contact. I can’t really run with all this stuff in my arms but I speed up my steps and hug him immediately, barely even muttering ‘hey,’before I do. We stand there for some time, I’m shaking again and probably blushing again, the only thing I know for sure is that I can’t stop smiling. We break apart as surf buddy takes out her phone and demands us to do it again so she can get a photo. I oblige. I can’t form coherent sentences again. Surf buddy says that nice guy can take me to gymnastics now and then says goodbye. And we’re left alone together.

I don’t really know what else I think I need to say except that I spent most of the car trip burying my face into the bear's fur to hid how I can’t stop smiling, we somehow end up competing in knuckle cracking and I tease him a bit when he starts to go red cause I couldn’t stop saying thank you. When we get to the gym hall I hug him again and kiss him on the cheek which I think might be pushing the limits but I don’t really care. I wander into gymnastics with a red face, enormous grin, matching flower crown and arms full of gifts. If I hadn’t of been the first there I would probably have been bombarded with questions. Well, I was anyway, but I at least got a good seat in the office and curled up with the bear on my lap and my phone in hand ready to text him when he got home. Every time I met someone’s gaze for the rest of the day I’d start smiling like an idiot again. One of the girls comments that I must be smitten for him, and I laugh and say that it must be the other way around if he’s willing to spend this much money on me. Nothing could have possibly ruined my day by that point. Not the impromptu storm or the heat or the gymnastics drama. Absolutely nothing.

So um yeah, you could say that today has been a pretty good day.

#meganmakesapost #senior year #relationships #valentines day #JH #jh

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eyesopen2019 · 5 years

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Midnight flight to Hanoi and trekking in Sapa

When I was booking our exit route from China for our visas several month ago I booked a 3.30am flight from Guangzhou to Hanoi. I knew it would be a bit tiring but thought we’d cope, and the flights were super cheap!! So on 23rd October we arrived to Kunming airport at 7pm for the first short flight to Guangzhou to wait for our 3.30am flight. In Guangzhou, we weren’t able to check-in until about 12.30am so we didn’t have many dinner choices in the departure side of airport but after some hunting Lani and I found a MacDonald’s which was open and kids got fast food which made them happy. We found some seats we could lie down on and we all managed to get a bit of rest. It was a struggle to wake kids up at 1am to get to check-in but we got there without too many complaints (I think they were still half asleep and had no energy to fight). We checked in and by the time we got through security it was time to board the plane for the short flight to Hanoi. We arrived and were picked up by our hotels driver for the 40min trip to the city and after leaving our bags at the hotel we went for a walk to find some breakfast. I love it in Vietnam how transport by car is so cheap that we can get a pickup rather than having to navigate our way by public transport as we’d done in most other places. It is always good to see your name on a sign in the arrival hall and know that you just need to sit in a car to get to your accommodation and not have to think about how!

We ventured out into the streets of Hanoi at 5.30am and found a local coffee shop and had café su da and xoi (sticky rice). After that we walked around and unfortunately wandered down a street filled with shops selling BBQ dogs. The kids were fascinated and horrified by the piles of BBQ dogs stacked on the table. We had Pho at a nearby restaurant which wasn’t very nice, probably because of the nearby dogmeat. We all felt really tired from our long night of travel and luckily we were able to check-in to the hotel early were we all had a shower and a rest. The hotel we stayed at (Hanoian Central Hotel and Spa) had a delicious buffet breakfast each morning with western and Vietnamese foods which we really enjoyed.

In Hanoi we enjoyed wandering the streets of the old quarter finding different foods to eat which we had been looking forward to. We wandered around Hoan Kiem Lake and checked out the shops including the night market where they sold lots of counterfeit shoes and clothes. We did some shopping and sent a box of things down to the family house near Saigon which we will pickup before we head home which made our bags a bit lighter and gave us some space (we later discovered the box was sent to the house but not delivered and so was sent back to Hanoi and then after Hung called was sent back to Saigon and arrived looking very battered but intact). I went to see the famous puppet show at Thang Long Puppet Theatre with Lani which tells a traditional story of farmers and animals set in the rice fields with live music and singers. It was just as I had remembered after going several times before with each of the boys, and Lani enjoyed it. One afternoon, Hung, Leon, Lani and I went out for a foot massage which they thought was funny, especially Leon, but they enjoyed it. We also found a really obscure magic shop one day where we bought some card tricks and props for Leon and Lani. It was owned by a young vietnamese guy who was obviously really into magic and enjoyed showing us what he had for sale.

We left Hanoi on 27th October on the overnight train bound for Lao Cai and we booked the deluxe sleeper which was fairly basic but had clean sheets, water and some snacks provided. The train was slow and bumpy but relaxing and we all had a reasonable sleep. We arrived at 5.30am and got a shuttle bus to our hotel in Sapa (Sapa Elite Hotel) which was surrounded by construction and was really noisy. The day we arrived it rained most of the day so we had a very relaxed day in the hotel. Our hotel had a view out over the main square and valley to the mountains so it was lovely to sit by the window and watch the rain. We did wander around the town and found it to be full of construction and a fairly ugly town with rundown buildings and dirty restaurants, roads full of holes and non-existent sidewalks. There were many groups of local Hmong women and children hassling us to try to sell handicrafts or be tour guides. Lani was surprised to find the children trying to sell things or be tour guides to make money and not at school. Lani thinks she would rather be out making money and not having to go to school.

The following day we had arranged for a local Hmong woman, Ger, to meet us at our hotel and she was to be our guide for the next few days. So together we set out from Sapa at about 10am for our trek through the mountains. She asked us if we wanted to go the hard way and avoid the government fee as we entered the nearby village or the easy way where we would have to pay a charge (never did find out how much it was). After a bit of negotiations with the kids, Hung and I decided to take the hard way with some complaints from the kids. Ger thought the kids could manage but didn’t really tell us the difference between he options. The first couple of hours was fairly steep in sections along a rough track which was overgrown in some parts. We definitely wouldn’t be able to find it without a guide. Our mountain looked across the valley towards Fancipan which is the highest mountain in Vietnam at 3100m.

Ger talked to us about Hmong people and their life, how they get married and have children very young, men usually stay home to look after the animals and farm while the women go out to work – selling handicrafts or guiding people on treks. Children now go to a local school but fend for themselves a bit with children as young as 4 and 5 walking alone or in groups along the edge of the road to get to school. She explained about land ownership and rice farming and how each family is fairly self-sufficient and is able to grow enough rice for themselves for the year as well as vegetables and keep chickens and cows for meat and trading. I was surprised to learn that Ger and almost everyone in her village has never travelled any further than Sapa. She has never been to Hanoi or seen a train in real life. She never attended school so can’t read or write but can speak her Hmong language and fairly good English she has learnt from tourists. She can’t speak Vietnamese which I found surprising.

I was interested to see some local medicine in practice with a women who was feeling unwell sitting by the side of the road having her necked pinched (and spat on) by an old woman so she ended up with a series of bruises in lines all around her neck, We saw many people, children included with circular bruises to their foreheads where a buffalo horn had been heated and placed here to relieve headache. I was glad my altitude headaches had resolved!

We saw old women carrying heavy loads of wood up hill to their home, with Ger telling me they were at least 50 while they looked at least 100. Women here definitely look older than their years due to the years spent out in the sun with no protection. Hmong women don’t tend to smoke, but they do drink rice wine (happy water) in the evening with the men.

Over the morning we made our way up the mountain then along the range before stopping for a break and lunch at a local restaurant which was at about 1900m elevation. During the day Lani got a bit tired and told me that her ‘energy was getting really low, no actually I’m all out of energy now’ and she wondered if we were just walking again ‘just for the view’. At the restaurant (aka tin shed), we all enjoyed some rest and fried rice or noodles. We set out again and continued along the range before descending into a valley and walking through a village until we got to Gers home about 5pm. Lani wondered how they got their groceries and lollies if they don’t have a road or a car. Ger said electricity was introduced to the village only 5 years ago and until only the last few years there were no motorbikes in the village, and they walked to Sapa every few weeks to buy items they needed. Ger’s house is a 2-storey wood structure separated into 3 small bedrooms with a kitchen with an open fire on one end. One the second floor they store the rice they have grown and will use for the following year. The floor was concrete and dirty from the outside dust and the house was smokey from the indoor fire. Ger cooked us dinner of springrolls, fried rice and vegetables. We had walked a total of 16km over the day and all enjoyed a rest.

On our second day we headed out from Ger’s house after a breakfast of banana pancakes at about 9am. We walked down towards the valley and river through the village to the rice fields. It is really interesting to walk through the village, past people homes and farms and see how they live. We found a lady brewing some happy water for her family and she gave us taste and Hung bought a small bottle from her for 30,000 dong – about 2 dollars. We saw farmers growing hemp for clothing and tea and I discussed cannabis with the kids and answered lots of questions with Leon asking if men who smoke cannabis really do end up with boobs (not sure where he learnt this) to which I told him that yes that’s true. We walked along the end of the rice fields which wasn’t so easy and Leon and Lani ended up with feet full of mud. We all enjoyed to see the water buffalo in the fields which made it worthwhile. About lunchtime we made it across the river to a waterfall where some local boys were sliding down the rocks and swimming. Leon and Lani worked up the courage to have a swim in the pool at the bottom which was muddy and quite cold. We had lunch nearby the base of the waterfall and decided to walk on towards our accommodation for the night in Tevan village. Kai hadn’t been feeling well with a cold and Ger’s son picked him up by motorbike and dropped him off at our homestay. We farewelled Ger and Hung, Leon, Lani and I set off for our village for the night. We walked up a very steep, muddy hill and accumulated a couple of Hmong ladies with us. If they see you without a guide they latch onto you and try to become your tour guide. The walk was along the mountain range through a bamboo forest and very different to the walk previously. After about an hour, with the ladies still following us, we stopped and bought some of their wares which made them happy and then they headed off to their homes. After walking through a few villages and picking some random paths we found our homestay about 5pm.

The next few days we relaxed at our homestay enjoying the tranquillity and rest. I am sitting on our small verandah looking out over the rice fields writing this blog while watching the passing village life. Hung walked into the small village to find some Xoi and fruit for lunch. Leon and Lani have spent the morning playing with the dogs, doing homework and using the computer for games. Kai is recovering from a cold and getting some rest. I can see the local children coming home from school for lunch, with the occasional water buffalo wandering by. We walked around the village out into surrounding farmlands and enjoyed the fresh air and rice terrace views.

After a couple of days we arranged for a taxi back to Sapa for the shuttle bus ride to Lao Cai to board the night train back to Hanoi.

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By Margaret Archibald and Sermen Erdogan…….

After a relentless search by Sermen Erdogan of England and Scotland and after the article of “Childhood Memories in the Governors House 1950-1961 – RIP” was published on http://www.cyprusscene.com click here, Sermen Erdogan managed to make contact with Margaret of the Archibald family.

This is the amazing story of how they met after 54 years when their families lost contact with each other from the 16th of August 1960 when they all left the Governor’s House (now the Presidential Palace).

Following their sad separation in Cyprus and their recent contact, Margaret and Sermen have put together their joint recollection of memories of Cyprus. This is the continuation of their story and you can read the first two messages between Margaret and Sermen which are shown below:

Sermen Erdogan

Hi Margaret, I am looking for the Archibald family who were in Cyprus between 1956-1960, we were neighbours with them. The children’s names were Margaret, Joyce, Robert and David. Do you belong to that family?? I live in Australia and am writing a book about childhood experiences and memories of Cyprus. This is the reason that I want to contact the Archibalds. I will appreciate it if you let me know. Kind Regards,

Margaret Archibald

Hi Sermen. Yes I am the Margaret you are looking for and my sister was Joyce and Robert and David are my siblings. We were in Cyprus at the time you have listed. I have often wondered about the children who lived next door to us in Cyprus. I looked at photos recently taken by mum and dad who have both passed away, my sister Joyce passed away also. It has been so many years since we were there. It would be lovely to hear how you have all got on since we were all children. Look forward to hearing from you. I have only been on Facebook since last Thursday what a small world we live in. Best regards Margaret.

Sermen sent the link for Margaret to read the Childhood Memories article in cyprusscene.com After reading the article of Childhood memories of the Erdogan family in Cyprusscene, Margaret wrote to Sermen in the following message;

Margaret Archibald

Hi Sermen. Just read the article and it made me cry to see the photos of my family and your mum and your dad with my mum. It brought back so many memories. My mum was called Nina and my dad was always called Archie, he also had the nickname of Sunnie as he was always smiling, his real name was Robert. I have a niece called Nina and a nephew called Sunnie. I also remember climbing trees and fell off once and had to have stitches in my back. Do you remember my dad buying a white car? it was his pride and joy he brought it back to England when we came back. I have so many things to recall of our time in Cyprus. So lovely to catch up with you at last. PS I do remember you telling me you loved me but I just told my sister at the time it was our secret as you were too young for me. Lovely memories. Regards, Margaret.

Following these initial messages exchanged via Facebook Sermen and Margaret wrote the following accounts of their childhood memories in Cyprus.

By Sermen Erdogan

I have very vivid memories playing with Margaret, Joyce and Robert. In fact I remember when there was a bit of conflict over a matchbox car with Robert when Margaret intervened, as she was older than us, and taught me my very first English word. She said just say “Please” to Robert and he will give you the car. It did work well and I never forgot my first word in English!

The Archibald’s father was a very handsome looking man, working all the time as the Chef in the Governors Palace. Margaret said “he was so handsome, when they were back in the UK at about 16 years of age all her old school friends thought he was my boyfriend until I put them straight. He stayed handsome just till the end when he was very ill. God rest his soul.”

I remember him smiling all the time and bringing goodies for us kids, both Archibald parents were very nice towards us. Archie was very keen on model aeroplane making and I remember scrounging around in the rubbish tip we used to deposit rubbish in at the bottom of the garden and finding bits and pieces of his handywork of the aeroplanes he had discarded and I tried to build my own.

I was very sick at one stage and had to have an appendectomy operation in the Nicosia General Hospital. My father was very sad and Sylvia Foot, noticing my father’s sadness, asked what was the matter with him. My father explained that his older son had an operation and was in hospital.

There was a big fuss in the hospital ward I was in when Sylvia ( Sir Hugh Foots wife) visited me armed with lollies for all the children, colouring books and an abacus for me to play with. I will never forget the Nurses fussed over me after that visitation. The chocolates that Sylvia had brought for me I could not eat, but I am sure my nurses enjoyed them. The Foots used to have a black French poodle that sometimes we would take for walks around the gardens which was rewarded by cakes or goodies by Sylvia.

Eren always remembers Nina Archibald as the lady next door who supplied Smarties and Cakes for the boys and girls. When he did not get any or finished his, he used to sneak David’s Smarties. The occasion that Robert remembers is when Eren fell in the garden pool, as he was always mischievous, when Robert gallantly saved him from drowning. As we could not swim we just looked on with my sister, not knowing what to do. Luckily Robert at that age could swim and saved him. The irrigation pool was in our playground as part of the gardens. It is amazing that our parents did not worry except on occasions to warn us about the pool. Lucky no one got hurt.

We also used to go down to the river a lot especially in winter to watch after heavy rains when it used to come down in a torrent and flood the bottom of the garden, it meandered around the gardens and then down to Nicosia. We used to collect tadpoles from the river with the Archibald children in the Spring and early summer and put them into the garden irrigation pool to grow so that we could watch their progress.

One day Margaret learned that it was my mother’s (Gulten) birthday and she quickly organised little birthday gifts for her. My mother became so happy as then we hardly ever celebrated birthdays. It was the first time someone gave her a gift for her birthday she said. One other incident I remember was when my mother (Gulten) cut her foot with a plate she dropped onto it. I ran to Nina and told her what happened. Nina came with bandages and patched my mum’s wound up. My mum missed Nina when they separated in 1960, never to be able to meet again.

Gulten now lives in Australia in Melbourne and is retired after working for a child care centre. She was very happy and excited that I was able to locate our long lost friends – the Archibalds. It brought back a lot of memories she said.

I remember the Foot’s boys when they came from England for summer holidays. My father constructed a cubby house for all the children in the palace gardens at the bottom of the hill and the younger of the Foot’s children used to join with the Archibald and Erdogan children sometimes to play. Father Erdogan was good at making hexagonal kites out of bamboo sticks and old newspapers and each summer there was kite flying for all the children. We also used to collect kites that broke their strings and landed in the gardens that were flown by the Greek neighbours in Strovolos. They could not claim their kites back unfortunately as they were not allowed into the palace grounds. Lucky for us we always had spare kites.

Our favourite game of all was hide and seek and we always played this game when we were all together with the Archibalds. Sometimes it took a long time to find the smart ones in the gardens. By far though it was the birthday times that we enjoyed most as special treats by Nina or my father were on offer.

Margaret use to be great on monkey bars. I used to be amazed how she could swing around and do all sorts of tricks.

We all used to play from time to time near a big water tank in the garden and I remember later after the Archibalds had left, standing on this tank and watching the row of cars that brought Yuri Gagarin to the Presidential palace to visit President of Cyprus, Archbishop Makarios. Yuri Gagarin was the first Russian Astronaut to go to space from Russia at the time. I remember him being a very young blonde chap and waving to onlookers lined along the road below from an open topped car.

By Margaret Archibald

Sir Hugh and Lady Foot took up residence in Government house in December 1957.

My Father was posted to Cyprus in 1957 to become the personal chef to the Foot family in residence at Government House, Cyprus.

We did not accompany my father at that time as we were based in a guest house in Blackpool, Lancashire, commandeered by the section of the armed forces that dealt with families waiting to join their fathers overseas.

We joined our father in early 1958, flying from an RAF base in the West of England to the RAF base (I think was in Akrotiri), we were then driven by army lorry to what was to be our new home for approximately the next 2 years.

We were all very excited to be together as a family again, the family consisted of my Father – Archie, Mother – Nina, myself aged 11 years, sister Joyce 10 years, brothers Robert aged 5 years and David aged just over 1 year.

We could not believe how hot it was when we arrived at our new home in Cyprus. After leaving such a cold England.

Our new home was what we now call a bungalow, long and narrow and made of yellow coloured stone; we had three bedrooms a kitchen and bathroom as was usual for army families, all household facilities were provided for a family of six which was the usual thing carried out for army families no matter where your family was posted to in the world.

There was also a yard at the front with a fence around it, needless to say the fence did not stand for very long as photos we have testify to, as we played out-front and with the Erdogan children next door the fence on all sides became just the frame with no panels as it was an easy way to get from our house to theirs.

The grounds of Government house were free for us to roam, but we were told not to go within the perimeter of the house itself as this was out of bounds to us children unless accompanied by a grown up.

My father would take us into the areas of Government House only the household staff had access to, but I remember on occasions when the Foots were away we did go into the main ground floor of the house but never upstairs, we also used to go into the household’s staff room where there was a large red Coca Cola machine and we were allowed to have a glass bottle of coke which was a rare treat for us. We also were allowed into the kitchens which were my father’s domain and very impressive they were.

The school my sister and I went to was King Richard School at Dhekelia. We were picked up each morning on the road next to the grounds by the old type of buses that are used for taking tourists around the island, but our buses were just for children going to school, the school hours were 7.30am to 1.30pm so our school day was a short one as the heat in the afternoon was too intense to be stuck in a classroom.

I always remember having a plastic bottle with a strap that was carried around my neck which my mother filled with orange juice diluted with water, I have never ever forgotten that smell when drinking from that bottle, I have only ever smelt that smell a few more times in my life when drinking from a plastic bottle and it always takes me straight back to my school days in Cyprus.

My school days in Cyprus were on the whole uneventful just the usual school things that you have to get through each day. I do remember doing gardening at the school and trying to grow plants, as you can imagine a bit of a fruitless effort as the ground was so dry, but we had a good attempt at trying to grow plants.

However, after school was a different matter we had a whale of a time, me and my sister Joyce would race home from school to take a dip in the garden’s irrigation pool we called a “septic tank”, that was our swimming pool it was not very big but was quite deep, but to us it was heaven just to be able to cool down in the water.

We would then get into our shorts and tee-shirts to spend the rest of the day playing with Sermen and his brother and sister if they were allowed out to play with us. There was a swing near to the Erdogan house which we used to swing on but as there was only one swing and I being the eldest I always wanted to be on the swing, thinking back now I was a bit selfish. I did fall off the swing once and landed on the barbed wire fencing that was everywhere in and around the grounds, and had to be taken to the army hospital in Nicosia to have stitches in my back, I remember having a bandage round me that I thought was like a bra and felt very grown up.

I also remember going to see a specialist in the hospital quite far away from our home, to have my eyes tested. I had worn glasses since the age of about three, when I saw the specialist he told my mother the throw the glasses away they were now a waste of time as there was nothing wrong with my eyesight. I never wore glasses again until I was over 40.

I remember playing in the lower grounds with my sister and the Erdogan children, the grounds were like an overgrown fruit and vegetable garden, we would climb the trees and pick oranges straight from the branches we would also pick ripe figs, they always tasted delicious. We also would try to open the great big water melons growing on the ground, but didn’t have much luck as we weren’t allowed a knife which was needed to open the melons.

As the Erdogan’s father was the person who was responsible for the upkeep of the grounds, I remember the grounds being the most magical place for all of us children to play in and we would spend hours in the grounds.

I remember the guards in the sentry box leading to the gardens and the prisoners who were under guard by armed soldiers who used to help Sermen’s dad with the gardens that was the only place they could be trusted to work in. I remember the guards calling out when they wanted us to stop, they would call out Halt, Stamarter, and Dur – not sure if that is the correct spelling.

We were not allowed to play around the palace of the Governor or swim in the swimming pool of the Palace, but we had the gardens with the orchards full of fruit trees and the forest next to the river. We were free to roam the gardens and we could pick oranges, mandarins and have any vegetables we liked.

I also remember my dad sleeping with a .38 pistol under his pillow he used to show it to us and tell us we were safe as long as he had his gun. Not a nice thing really but we were young so didn’t know the real danger. My dad also had a book of photos with the most wanted men in Cyprus. I don’t know what happened to that book, best not to know I suppose.

I remember the Foots going to the Troodos Mountains. I know we went up once or twice it was so lovely and cool after the heat of Nicosia.

We also found stray wild cats in the grounds which we took home begging my mother to keep them. In the end we had three cats and in their turn they had fourteen kittens between them. I remember waking up one morning with my baby brother David in his cot holding a newborn kitten by its tail.

We also used to go out of the grounds unbeknown to our parents. We would walk to the riverbed but only Sermen would come with us as he was older than his brother and sister, on reflection it must have been quite dangerous for us to go as far as we did as we were under armed guard day and night at home. We used to just dig in the dried riverbed not sure what we were looking for but we had great fun nonetheless.

We also played hide and seek which to be honest was our most favourite game, as the places to hide were the best places in the world, we would be able to hide for ages without being caught, we would be hidden up trees behind plants, and in bushes, we would cover ourselves in blankets borrowed from home, we had so much fun, we played hide and seek every day.

I remember once we were playing chase all around each other’s houses and I remember running away to try and hide from the other children and I jumped down from a wall and jumped right onto a piece of wood that had a large rusty nail in it, the rusty nail went right into my foot and came out of the top of my foot, I was screaming for my mother to help me, as you can imagine I couldn’t move but someone went to fetch my mother who then had to ask for my father to be free to take me to the hospital, I think it was near Nicosia. I could not walk on my foot for many weeks; I also had to have tetanus injection which I was not very happy about.

I loved to swing on monkey bars by my legs. I never stopped day after day. I also remember a large round concrete tank I think sunk into the ground that had a pipe hanging out at the top. I would lie down on the top and sing into the pipe and it made a lovely echo sound.

Coming back to the UK I went on to swing on any pipe or bar that I found for years after leaving Cyprus. David also become the South Kent Gymnastic champion when he was still at school. Must run in the family, as my dad was a gymnastic champion for the army as well. We must have been the first family to wear track suits and trainers which we did when we were in Cyprus. My father used to let me sit on his lap and steer the Beetle car that he used to drive to the shops. I only used to do that driving up from the bottom of the grounds to the kitchen area of the great house.

When my father had free time from his duties, my parents would always go with us to Kyrenia beach to swim; my sister and I never forgot it. It was the most wonderful beach for us children as we could walk out so far as the sea bed was like a staircase we could walk out for miles; we must have frightened my parents on many occasions when we walked out so far into the sea.

I remember playing with Paul and Oliver Foot when they came to Cyprus in their summer holidays, I remember going to the dried up river bed with them to see what we could find, They did not spend too much time with my sister and myself as we were girls and they wanted to play boys games which we weren’t interested in playing. They did spend time playing tennis and swimming in their own pool within their area of the grounds, they also spent a lot of time within Government house as it was a lot cooler inside, as they were not used to the hot weather we used to have in Cyprus.

Paul Foot died of a heart attack on the 20th July 2004, and his brother Oliver died from heart failure on the 6th February 2008. Very sad to think of people you knew as friends you played with when young have since passed.

We did not see much of Sir Hugh Foot or Lady Foot I think they were very busy, my father saw Lady Foot almost daily to discuss menus for themselves and guests they had staying. I know they had writers and other dignitaries staying from time to time, I know as I would sometimes meet them as I was strolling around; I was given a mother of pearl brooch by a writer. I do not remember his name but my mother knew who he was, but needless to say I should have put his name down and I didn’t. By the way I still have that brooch in my jewellery box.

I know Sir Hugh Foots brother, Michael Foot, came to stay as I saw him walking around the grounds a few times, I also remember someone else who visited the Foots, I don’t know who he was but I remember it looking odd as he was using his tie as a belt round his waist and I thought it so funny at the time.

I don’t ever remember my father or mother talking about the political situation in Cyprus, their only concern was keeping the family safe and out of danger.

My sister and I were bridesmaids to two members of the household staff, the bridegroom was British who used to be called in those days a batman, the bride was an Armenian lady who I think was a seamstress for the household but not certain about her occupation.

The reception was held in Government House to the left hand side inside the walled area, not in the main grounds at the back. My father did the catering for the wedding and also made the cake, which was an exact replica of Government House. There was a photo of the cake but no one can find it at the moment. I will endeavour to try and find the said photo.

If I can remember there was no music at the reception as it was a very formal occasion, as Sir Hugh Foot and Lady Foot attended for a short time, so everyone was on their best behaviour.

We did go to see the said couple once when we returned to the UK as they had a new baby son and we were invited to go and see him. Not sure where they lived in the UK but we only saw them the one time, the family lost touch with them after that.

We left Cyprus in August 1960 to return to the UK to live in army flats in Victoria London. I remember before we left Cyprus we were invited to the lounge in Government House to say goodbye to Lady Foot. She gave my sister and I three silver bracelets each, she also gave my mother three very large silver bracelets. My brothers each received a small gold St Christopher necklace.

My sister gave all of her three bracelets away to her school friends when we were at school in the UK. I still have all three of my bracelets, two still on my wrist unfortunately one has since broken so it is in my jewellery box, and I have had those bracelets on my arm for 54 years.

When my mother knew she was terminally ill she gave me her three bracelets to keep as she knew I would look after them and not give them away, however when I was living in Aldgate in the East End my flat was broken into and you guessed it, they took my beloved mother’s bracelets, I was devastated as you can imagine I wished the person who took them no luck wearing them or whoever they sold them to – no luck either.

My brothers being so young at that time have little memory of Cyprus David especially being only a just over a year old.

Robert remembers an incident at the irrigation tank and trying to rescue someone but he cannot remember too much either as he was only about 5 years old.

I just wish my sister Joyce, and my mother and father were here now so that we could all share our memories together I am sure there are so many more things we could put down on paper if they were with us.

I have come to the end of my memories from my time in Cyprus. I hope you enjoy them.

Editors Note:

We would like to thank Margaret Archibald, Sermen and Eren Erdogan and the members of the Facebook page “Frozen Cypriots” click here who’s supply of the photographs included, have helped create this splendid article.

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Margaret and Sermen

Archie Robert Archibald with Sir Hugh Foots wife Sylvia

British Govenors gardens

Gulten Erdogan

ina Archibald with the boys Robert, David and Eren Erdogan

The Archibald’s with Eren. David and Eren, behind Robert,Margaret and Joyce and our house.

Time for a dip in the Govenors swimming pool

Tulen, Eren and Semen image

Mrs Foot in the Govenors garden with our dad

Sermens dad with his wife Gulten and Mrs Arcihbald sitting on his lap

Sir Hugh Foot and his family

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