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2024.05.08 23:36 King-Owl-House Historical and Fantasy Dramas 2024.

Released in 2024 Historical and Fantasy Dramas with a link to YouTube (usually, the first link is a YouTube playlist of series with English subtitles) and not yet released but upcoming dramas this year.
Title Description YouTube
Secrets of the shadow sect Morally ambiguous, the Spiritual Heaven Sect is an influential sect that has remained in seclusion for years. Its Young Lady, Ling Xuan, encountered a pair of dying siblings during her travels ten years ago. YouTube
Hua Qing Ge An author of web novels gets sucked into her historical fiction after comments flood her webpage not to get the main protagonists killed by the third prince of Liang, Ji Chu. YouTube
Qi Jin Zhao The amnesiac Yue siblings wander searching their pasts until a Risen Soul Cult member cons Yue Qi's money. While trying to recover it, they join Luo Zhou Yan and True Martial Alliance members against the cult. YouTube
Thousands of Years of Love Feng Ruo Yao, is a phoenix and the ruler of the demon realm. She falls in love at first sight with Immortal Lord Mo Chen Yuan and forces him back to the demon realm to marry her. YouTube
Zi Chuan Guang Ming San Jie Follows the heir of the Zichuan family. Together with his sworn brothers Di Lin and Si Te Lin, they set out to protect his family against threats. YouTube
Xi juan chang le cheng Xie Quanjia, a farm girl from a small town who came to Changle City in search of her father, overnight becomes the heiress of the local magnate, Li Tiandi. YouTube
A mai cong jun Crossing path of an orphan girl dressed as a young man (looking for her adopted brother who murdered her parents) with the heir of the former murdered crown prince (currently hunted by the king). YouTube
Palace Shadows: Between Two Princes The Prince of Yan Kingdom, Yu Fei Chen, marries the daughter of the general who controls the country, Yin Nan Yao... or so everyone thinks. The bride he gets is actually Yue Ji An, an assassin from a secret organization sent to claim his life. But the Prince is not all he appears to be either; he is an undercover agent who works to expose the criminals and punish the unrighteous. YouTube
Da tang di gong an A brilliant investigator incurs the wrath of a shadowy foe when he travels to a border town to tackle crimes and misdeeds on behalf of Empress Wu Zetian. YouTube
Mu zhong wu ren 2 The blind swordsman, skilled in martial arts, named Cheng Xia Zi, accidentally saves Zhang Xiao Yu, who has suffered from the destruction of his family. Under the persuasion of the orphan Xiao Yu, Cheng Xia Zi reluctantly keeps him by his side and teaches him skills. Xiao Yu also waits for the opportunity to seek revenge. YouTube
Da Li Si Shao Qing You Set in the glorious Tang dynasty, it revolves around the Dali Temple and its "white cat leader," Li Bing, as he leads his team members to unravel different kinds of mysteries and adventures. YouTube
Yong an Meng Yong'an, the capital city, fell into chaos due to the collapse of the West Canal. Shen Wen Qi, the Minister of Works in charge of the construction, was implicated overnight and thrown into prison. "When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact." YouTube
Lie Yan Zhi Wu Geng Ji Adapted from the Manhua/Donghua IP "Wu Geng Ji," created by Jianhe Zheng, it tells the story of the human prince Wu Geng, who was reduced to a slave after his country was destroyed and his family was destroyed. YouTube
Hua jian ling In the sinful city of Heyang, very well-liked Pan Yue married Yang Caiwei, who was despised by everyone. However, Yang Caiwei was murdered on their wedding day. YouTube
Yu Feng Xing On her thousandth birthday, she arranged a marriage for political alliance. On her way to escape this marriage, Shen Li was attacked and transformed into her phoenix form. YouTube
Wan Wan Ru Meng Xiao Revenge. Death. Forced marriage. Enemies to Lovers. YouTube
Zhi Bi Su Yunqi, a resourceful woman, discovers she is but a character at the disposal of a mysterious author of a "Book of Fate". She keeps trying to change her predestined tragedies as far as possible YouTube
Wu Xing Shi Jia Tells the story of Huo Xiao Xie, an orphan in the market, who was forced to be involved in a troubled world. In order to be able to protect the people around him in times of crisis, he was born to death several times YouTube
Xi Hua Zhi Inspired by Mulan, Hua Zhi, a brave and intelligent aristocratic girl, expected to live a quiet life, employs everything that she has learnt but never got to use to save her family when tragedy strikes YouTube
You Jian Xiao Yao A young inn attendant and a descendant of the goddess embark on a quest to find a bead that can end a drought. They befriend allies and face dangers, ultimately thwarting a sect leader's scheme to destroy the world. YouTube
Dou Luo Da Lu 2 After the final of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, TangSan bid farewell to his friends. They agreed to reunite five years later, and then they separately embarked on their respective lifes.
Fan Ren Xiu Xian Zhuan The story of Han Li, a poor and ordinary boy from a village. In order to let his family lead a better life, he willingly heads to Qi Xuan Sect to take their entrance exam.
Shao Nian Bai Ma Zui Chun Feng Baili Dong Jun, the youngest son of the Hou Mansion in Zhenxi, was stubborn since he was a child.
Da nao donghai Nezha gets into trouble and implicates his parents, who get punished by the heavens along with him. He bravely steps up and admits his fault, which touches the heavens, and his effort comes to fruition.
Hu yao xiao hong niang zhu ye pian Dongfang Huai Zhu and Wangquan Hong Ye, leaders of their families, during a conflict between humans and demons, they join forces to restore the Unity Alliance.
Hu Yao Xiao Hong Niang: Yue Hong Pian The story of Tu Shan Hong Hong of the Fox tribe and Dongfang Yue Chu of human tribe both fighting to death to protect the peaceful coexistence of the fox tribe and human tribe.
Jin Yong Wu Xia Shi Jie A gathering of great warriors brings forth a joyful martial art world. A new tradition reboots the martial arts.
Jin Yi Ye Xing The drama tells the story of Xia Xun who time-travels to the early Ming dynasty and assists Emperor Yongle (born Zhu Di and becomes the third Emperor of the Ming dynasty) in expanding and strengthening his dynasty.
Nian wu shuang To retrieve a heavenly treasure, Goddess Wu Shuang descends to assassinate Yuan Zhong. They join forces to save the world as in an ancient war
Yi Nian Yong Heng A Will Eternal follows the story of a young boy who joins a powerful sect and becomes a hero.
Shui Long Yin Tang Li Ci, a recluse, gets entangled in a murder case and conspiracy to destroy the martial arts world, ten years after heroes slay cult leader Ye Mo.
Wan Gu Zui Qiang Zong The drama is adapted from the novel of the same name by Goodbye Jianghu. It tells the story of the cultivation of a sect that opened the system, led by Jun Changxiao, who led a group of funny disciples
Wu you du In the prosperous city of Guangping, humans and demons coexist. Demons are skilled at hiding their forms and disguising themselves as humans. Ban Xia the daughter of a wealthy family, has a pair of strange eyes and can often see the shadows of those who are not there. Because of this, no matter how well behaved and docile she is, she is still called "crazy" secretly.
Qi Gen Xin Jian In ancient times, there were seven types of evil thoughts, each of which possessed the power to confuse, and muddle, people's hearts.
Ling Long Lang Xin Qing Yan, a rebellious captain of XiJue; And Long Ling, a dual personality Princess of Southern Chu. They meet accidentally, but they get along with each other gradually. Qing Yan is deeply rooted in love.
Requiem List Hero Bone Blade
Zhao Ge The series is set in the later years of Shang dynasty and revolves around Ji Fa (Zhehan Zhang) life as a hostage in Zhaoge and his journey to becoming a legendary ruler.
Qing yu nian 2 The drama continues from the first season of the Joy of Life trilogy, following the story of Fan Xian as he gains a stronghold in the court.
Sha Po Lang A village boy's life changes when his home is invaded, revealing he is not who he thought, nor are his mother, teacher and adoptive father. He discovers his true identity as events unfold.
Yong ye xing he Ling Miao Miao wrote a book review in the heat of the moment but triggered a multidimensional space trip as a consequence. She traveled to the world of the book and entered the body of a supporting role, Lin Yu. Now, in order to return to the real world, she must complete the task assigned to her by the system, that is, let the Black Lotus, the heroine’s younger brother, fall in love with her.

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2024.05.08 23:29 greatercandle Dehqan

It wasn’t the stink, you know—I get how months out in the field can mess with a fella’s cleanliness, but the look on his face was like he was fixin' to puke, as if he was sick or caught a whiff of somethin' dead close by. Squirters had some clue about what went down that night in Kandahar, but I wasn’t about to let this joker mess up my chance for a hot shower and a decent meal. I sure wish I’d listened to the ganner; truth be told, I ain’t had a proper night since then. All I member of his face these days.
Some context… anything to keep me awake at this point…
I dropped in shit lake, 2006 just fore' the surge. The name came from the literal pit of human waste left open to the air, they don’t tell you about it before you get on the 17, and they laugh their ass off when the doors first open. Made your eyes water, and the smell stayed with you for weeks.
Once we got used to it we followed suit, fuckin’ wit everyone else who hadn’t had the pleasure. Came te’ be a rite of passage, whether ye’ came on a bird or a moose.
I’d been there a month and it was getting stale, I couldn’t taste anything at chow most days anyway and I spent so much time on circuit in the gun that I don’t member much about the pond anymore, these days, fuck… Brass suited me with a terp, they thought I knew the lay, no one fuckin did, always gonna be another flash on the road no matter how many times you been down it. Tried to tell em’ but butters ain’t got the sense te light a cig, much less listen to a grunt.
Anyway, I get this guy named Ali, never membered his last name, didn’t care, so many angels dropped cause terps were workin both sides the rifle, ain’t gonna put my trust’n one if I get my say, but I still get orders and the brig ain’t away from th’ smell, I hear it’s gone now, but my boots still have the memory in the summer.
Ali spoke English, er’ his version of it, I could understand em if he talked slow, and didn’t keep is’ mouth open too long, muj’s ain’t heard a mouthwash neither. He was ‘posed to introduce us te’ people that we could link up, ain’t got nothing te’ do with me, and the serpentine’ stopped every jingle not up te play nice so far, so I let em’ do’is job.
Met up with Hekmat, Ali said he was an uncle, but all these ganners got some kind of cousin thing going on so it didn’t mean nothin’. E’said that we was in the birthplace of the Taliban made me kinda warm’n that I was being as much a thorn in their ass as they were in ours, but Hekmat said ‘Argandab’ was gonna be quiet the next few nights, but he wouldn’t say why, just said the word “dehqan” tween the two of them, a word Ali didn’t translate for us. I had been picking up a little Pashto while I was there, it meant landowner, or 'farm crew boss'. I could tell however, by the way he said it; it didn’t mean ‘farmer.’ I could smell a setup a mile away so I thought Ali was gonna rabbit and leave me and my guys into an ambush, but intel was intel, maybe I could get bagram for the weekend if I found a nest a’ muqs I wasn’t gonna be picky getting off the lake as we was calling it.
On the gun back to base, Ali said we had to wait until morning, that were we was going wasn’t gonna be safe til’ then. I looked back at my TL Scott and he just shook his head, ain’t no way we was waitin til mornin.
Scott, called back te’ base saying we was checking something out, it was gonna go it with the NOD and we was gonna make sure nothing was coming in from the north, we find something, the drone could paint it and put some heat on our mujs’ fore they was ready.
We got off the horn and Ali looked nervous, I asked em’ what he was afraid of, we was in the safest way to travel in the area, and we was just lookin’ but Ali was insistent that we not go north, not tonight, I was determined more than ever, and I ain’t been wrong yet. He said that there were things about his country we just didn’t understand, that it would be best to wait til’ mornin’.
I asked him if it was because of the Dehqan? His face went pale as I mentioned it, he swallowed deep.
“We ain’t afraid of no farmers, Aladdin.” The six of us in the gun laughed, but Ali said nothing.
He just sat there, the fear of the situation beginning to sink in.
...
As the sun dipped below the horizon, night crept quick over the valley, makin' them caves stretch longer and deeper 'til they gulped down all the sand and moondust blanketing the whole area.…
The night dragged on, our convoy cuttin' through the Afghan dark like a blade through black velvet. The moon, tucked behind them rugged mountain peaks, threw a dim, spooky light across the land. As we pushed deeper into the north, the chill in the air bit harder, and you could feel the tension buildin' up amongst the boys.
Ali was about near his breakin' point. His eyes kept flickin' to the shadows that hugged the rocks and gullies along the road. Every little sound had him jumpin', and that jitteriness was catchin', sending ripples of nerves through the whole convoy. I was tryin' my best to keep steady, but Ali’s scare was infectious.
The air was so tense, felt like you could slice it open with a bayonet. I tried to crack the tension, hollerin' over to him, "What’s got you jumpin', Ali? You’d think you just seen a ghost or somethin'."
He shook his head, mumbling something about bad omens and cursed lands. It was then that a peculiar smell wafted through the air, a mix of decay and something wild, a scent that didn't belong.
"Damn, Ali, if you're that scared, you could've just said so instead of lettin' one rip," I joked, forcing a laugh that sounded more hollow than I intended.
The boys gave a weak chuckle, but the laughter didn’t last none, choked out by the thick air and the quiet understandin’ that the smell was somethin’ else—somethin’ none of us could pin down. My heart missed a beat. The scent weren’t human or animal; it was somethin’ old, somethin’ that whispered of the earth and decay. Ali’s eyes widened, and he whispered fiercely, "It is not me, sir. It is them. The Dehqan."
The stench got thicker, tellin' us clear as day we weren’t alone no more. The jokin’ stopped dead, swapped out for the click of safeties comin' off and the sound of tight, nervous breathin’. The boys were on edge, scannin’ the dark, fingers glued to their triggers, senses stretched to the max.
The convoy slowed down some, drivers takin' it careful as that heavy scent wrapped around us, thick and chokin'. We was miles from any sorta safety, way out in the middle a’nothing where anythin' could be livin', but that smell—it was tellin' us there was somethin' out there, somethin' downright alien.I glanced at Ali, his face pale in the dim light of the vehicle’s dashboard. "Talk to me, Ali. What are we dealing with?"
He swallowed hard, his voice a whisper torn straight from nightmare. "The Dehqan... they guard the night. They are the night! We should not have come." he shrieked, pulling at his ears and trying to hide from the deep darkness in the cabin.
Before I could press him further, the radio crackled to life, breaking the tension for a moment. "Top, movement up ahead—large, unidentifiable!" The NOD tracked heat and low-light features and at the moment it was the only things that illuminated the road, the readout was clear, somethin’, was there.
My eyes shot to Ali as he nodded and covered his head as though that would do anything.
The ground started shakin' just a tad at first, like the earth itself was just tossin' in its sleep. Then them shakes got stronger, rhythmic and purposeful, sendin' a low rumble through the air that you could feel in your bones, tellin' every man in the convoy somethin' huge was movin' in the dark just past the beam of our gear.
As them thuds got nearer, my boys clamped down on their weapons, bodies all tensed up, braced for whatever might come. Ali, though, he looked near 'bout ready to break apart, all them earlier words of his 'bout things we couldn’t understand, like them Dehqan, echoin' in my head.
Scott was peering through the NOD, his voice comin' over the radio soft and raspy, "Contact. Big... really big." His voice just dropped off into that kinda silence that takes over when you're starin' down somethin' you never imagined you'd see.
Out of the darkness, figures began to emerge—Dehqans, titans silhouetted against the night. Each of their steps made the earth beneath our boots tremble, a slow, rhythmic thud echoing through the air like the beat of an ancient drum. They stood as tall as trees, at least 25 feet at the short end. Massive yet with no apparent malice; their faces bore a detached curiosity, reminiscent of a traveler pondering a line of ants on a trek.
Night vision counted seven, but the dim headlights of our convoy only illuminated two with any clarity. These were not men, not people as we could have understood them, but something else, something beyond.
As they approached, a palpable tension filled the air, thicker than fog. One of them, moved by a child-like curiosity, reached out—a gesture so disarmingly naive. Its finger, the size of a log, gently tapped the side of the lead Humvee. The impact was soft, yet it sent a shudder through the four-ton vehicle. Metal groaned under the strain, the driver's door buckling inward, the windshield spider-webbing as if struck by a boulder. Vasquez was at the wheel; the look on his face one of incomprehension as the life was literally crushed out of him.
Johns and Askew in the back screamed—a raw, primal sound of terror that seemed to startle the giant. Reacting as if stung, it swatted the Humvee. The vehicle was no match; it crumbled as though it were made of paper, the 50 Cal snapping, bending backward with a shriek of tearing metal.
Then came the silence—a suffocating, oppressive silence that enveloped us all. Inside that twisted metal coffin, three lives were extinguished without warning, without a chance to fight back. We, the survivors, stood frozen, our weapons rendered absurd in our hands, our training useless.
The air was thick with the smell of oil and blood, a stench that would stick to our clothes and haunt us forever. I looked around at my troops, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. This was no ordinary horror, no simple brutality of war. This was a grotesque display of our own fragility, a harsh reminder of our insignificance against beings so colossal, so alien.
The notion of retaliation flickered through my mind, a brief, irrational spark quickly extinguished by reality. What were our rifles against such enormity? Against such ignorance of our very existence? It was futile, a tragic farce.
The Dehqan, its face twisting with what seemed like regret, didn't understand what it had done. It hadn’t intended to kill; it probably didn't even grasp what death meant to us. But that small comfort did little to ease the sting of our loss.
This moment, this horrifying lesson, would replay in my mind for the rest of my life. It wasn’t just outside the norm—it was beyond the realm of human understanding, taught by a being that didn’t even realize it was a teacher. Ali’s voice, barely a whisper, cut through the tense silence. "They do not see us as threats. We are too small, too insignificant. But their paths are theirs alone; we must not block them."
Like Ali’s words were gospel, the Dehqan kept to their slow roll, their huge shapes breezing past our convoy without so much as a side-eye. They trooped with a smoothness that didn’t match their bulk, melting back into the black they came from as quiet as they showed up.
After the dust-up, the convoy was dead still, everyone silent as the creatures passed. We’had to chew on th’fact that their iron and drills wouldn’t have meant squat to those massive shadows. It was a real gut-check, a slap in the face of our own smallness in a sandbox that hid secrets way older and bigger than any of us could’ve figured.

After that brush with the Dehqan, the first light of dawn felt like a bit of a breather, but it didn't last none. Rolling back into base, the silence in the convoy wasn't just quiet—it was heavy, like a thick blanket, squashing any attempt at normal jawing.
The minute we passed the gate, the S-6 crew was all over us. Assignments and classifications officers lined up, poker-faced like the mountains we'd just left behind. My team spilled what we'd seen, every last detail, but it was like talking to a dang wall. They wrote it all down only to bury it deep in the classified files.
Ali disappeared in the shuffle, went down a different hall, and I don’t even wanna know where he’s stuck staring at the ceiling, but I know he ain’t sleepin', ain’t none of us sleeping sound.
"Thanks for the intel, Sergeant," one of the brass hats drawled, voice flat as a pancake. "But we gotta see this from what it might mean to morale—for your safety and the mission's." Typical brass—sittin' on secrets that could blow up in everyone's face, not givin' ah’shit who gets hurt.
Grunts, we ain't big on secrets. we keep em' cause we're used to brass playing their games, and throwing the board when they didn't win, but this was another level. Knowing about them giants out there, who didn't even see us as a blip on their radar, it kinda shrinks you. Makes you see just how tiny your spot in the big picture really is. To them, we were less threatening than the dust our trucks kicked up.
They shipped me off with a fat pension, said I’d been blown up, that my thinker wasn’t right no more. Same deal for my crew—all discharged under every excuse in the book: shell shock, health snags, you name it. We tried to talk about what we'd seen, but all we got were shrugs and more pills, and yammering about dehydration or heatstroke. All bull.
I know what I seen, and they seen us too—not as threats or even somethin' to mull over. More like how you'd spot a leaf driftin' down a creek, just passin' by, here for a sec and then gone. That kind of thing sticks with you. It changes you, knowin' there's things out there so big, so indifferent.
Sittin' here now, years later, that night is still as clear as crystal. Them giants up in the hills, the smell of ancient earth, the sound of their steps—a deep, echoin' thud that's still ringin' in my bones. They’re out there, walkin' paths we can't even start to wrap our heads around, keepin' secrets that ain’t meant for us to know.
No matter how hard the top brass tries to bury it, or how many times they say we were just seein' things, that night under the stars with the Dehqan was the darnedest, realest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. They didn’t just send me packin' with a pension; they tried to silence a truth too mighty to squeeze into their tidy little records.
But you can’t unsee them faces, the eyes, the… everythin’ of it all, and you can’t shake off the feeling of being totally, utterly insignificant. Not really…
Not sure, if any ya’ll even give this a listen think this’s real but we better hope they just keep seeing us as ants, I don’t think there’s anything we got that’ll even shake the shit off their boots, much less hurt em’.
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2024.05.08 23:21 monkey_sage To kindness (and beyond) in 108 beads — Michael Lobsang Tenpa

To kindness (and beyond) in 108 beads — Michael Lobsang Tenpa
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Michael Lobsang Tenpa To kindness (and beyond) in 108 beads May 8, 2024
This article was originally written for the Jamyang Buddhist Center in London
Very few things in the Dharmic traditions of the Indian subcontinent are as enigmatic as the origins of the number 108. While Shaivism, Vaishnavism, Jainism and Buddhism—along with the modern-day New Age authors—all have their own ideas about the signifance of the figure, no particular way to trace this number to its ultimate historical root seems to exist. Just like the mantric syllable OM itself, it is both mysterious and perennial.
While Buddhism in no way claims to be the original source of this intriguing number, it does use it extensively. By the time of the great philosophers Chandrakirti and Shantideva, an important sutra they both quoted from, Descent into Lanka, already contained a chapter in which Bodhisattva Mahamati posed a hundred and eight questions to the Buddha, seeking to clarify such issues as "How is a thought purified?" and "Where do thoughts originate?" The Buddha responds with a hundred and eight statements of his own, quoting the awakened beings of the past as the source for his replies. In the Sūtra of Boundless Life (Tsedo), the Buddha repeatedly references the 108 names of Buddha Āmitāyus, praising the benefits of reciting and praising these names. For the Vajrayāna textual tradition, at least two early Tantric hymns (one of them translated here) listing the hundred and eight names of Tara were preserved in Tibet preserved, both beautiful in their way of praising our ultimate potential as exemplified by the goddess. Similar texts listing one hundred eight names exist for Avalokiteśvara, Khamgarbha, Samantabhadra, Maitreya, and for the Buddha himself. These, of course, mirror hymns of the same genre that exist in the Hindu tradition.
On a more institutional side, the monastic university of Vikramashila is said to have had 108 temples: the main one, 54 smaller ones dedicated to the common teachings of the Buddha, and 53 for the practice of the uncommon tantric teachings. In addition to that, the Indian king Dharmapala was providing the means for the 108 panditas of Vikramashila to continue their studies and practice; this is perhaps the earliest recorded case of benefactorship associated specifically with this number. Still a powerful basis for rejoicing! Furthermore, the great master Vasubandhu, author of many quintessential treatises still used by the Tibetan and Chinese traditions, is quoted as creating 108 Dharma centres in Magadha, and the same number of centres in Odivisha (modern-day Orissa).
When Buddhism arrived to Tibet, the sacred number became similarly embedded in the religious thinking of the country. Sources related to Padmasambhava's life state that a hundred and eight gifted youngsters were sent to the Indian subcontinent to train in languages and to bring back scriptures for the great translation project initiated by King Trisong Deutsen. When the translated teachings of the Buddha were being compiled into Kangyur (most likely during the period of the new translation schools, or sarma, with the final editions produced by Buton Rinchen Drup), the editors chose to organize the most important texts in 108 volumes. Almost 800 years later later, in the 19th century, the prolific non-sectarian scholar Jamgon Kongrul Lodro Thaye wrote a biography for the most important tertons, or treasure teaching revealers, once again symbolically enumerating them as one hundred and eight; this shows that the number remained highly significant throughout the entire history of the Tibetan literary tradition. 108 beads
For people who did not grow up in an environment associated with one of the Dharmic traditions, the first encounter with the number 108 often has more to do with merchandise than anything philosophy- or practice-oriented: most mass-produced malas (prayer beads) used for practice or simply as jewelry have 108 beads. While scrolling through the numerous malas offered on Etsy and similar platforms, one might get to see a huge variety of bead-related creations, many of them beautiful as an ornament—even if not fully usable as a tool for serious Tibetan Buddhist practice.
A mala (trengwa in Tibetan) literally means “garland”; in both Sanskrit and Tibetan this term can be used to refer to a string of flowers, to a range of mountains, or to any other garland, metaphorical or literal. However, when the word “mala” itself is used as a borrowed term in modern English, it almost exclusively refers to an Indian-style rosary, commonly used by the practitioners of the Dharmic traditions. The specific way of using a mala is slightly different in the different lineages of spiritual practice. Certain common points exist (such as the number of beads or the respect afforded to the rosary), and yet there are major differences as well, even when it comes to the material that a mala is made of. For example, while rudraksha seeds are used by both Hindus and Buddhist, other materials remain fairly exclusive to a specific tradition: tulsi basil malas are only popular amongst the followers of Vishnu, while the so-called “bodhi seeds” and “lotus seeds” are exclusively used by Buddhist. In many places, like the Pashupatinath complex and the Swayambhu hill in Nepal (where Hindu and Buddhist holy sites overall), an experienced eye would immediately recognise which tradition one belongs to by seeing one’s prayer beads.
For Buddhists, malas, as a sequence of beads on a looped string, represent the unending flow of positive qualities. When explaining the significance of the crystal mala held by the four-armed form of Avalokiteśvara,famed translator Tulku Thondup Rinpoche notes that it is held “to symbolise that Buddha’s loving-kindness never ends”. On the Vajrayāna level of teachings, the beads also come to represent the deities of a specific mandala and the syllables of a mantra (or all the mantras one recites).
The best way to create, keep and use malas in the Indo-Tibetan tradition is described in great detail in the Vajrayāna sources. A lot of these teachings are said to originate with Padmasambhava (quite appropriate, since one of his most important philosophical works is called A Mala of Views). According to these instructions, the rosary of a serious Vajrayāna practitioner becomes such an indispensable part of one’s life that it is never to be separated from the warmth of one’s body—never to be left behind. Of course, before forming such a bond with a rosary, strengthened by using it again and again on a daily basis, one would typically carefully choose a suitable one and bless it (or have it blessed), turning it into a valuable tool for one’s practice of mind training through mantra and prayer repetition. Parts of a mala
Any Buddhist male made in accordance with the traditional instructions would have the following elements:
Counting beads. These are the beads actually used for counting; they would always number as a 108 and be of the same material. While souvenir malas would sometimes combine multiple materials in order to look ornamental, that is not common for practice-oriented malas.
Thread. While traditional sources recommend a cord woven out of 3, 5 or 9 threads and made by a young girl, most malas in this day and age are made using durable synthetic strings. The cord needs to be long enough for the beads to move around easily, but not so long that one has to struggle to reach the next bead.
Head bead / Guru Bead. This is a bead (usually larger in size) that begins and closes the loop. Since it represents the guru, one would not go over this bead while counting; instead, one is supposed to turn the mala around and continue moving in the opposite direction.The string goes through this bead towards the bumpa and the knot.
Bumpa. This little piece crowning the head bead often looks like a three-tier stupa, representing the three bodies of a Buddha; because of that, some mala-makers colloquially refer to it as a “stupa”. In some styles of mala making, the head bead and the bumpa are replaced with three guru beads following each other: white (closest to the counting beads), red, and blue (closest to the knot), also representing the three bodies of an enlightened being.
Knot. Buddhist malas do not typically use tassels, as those are not durable and do not add any practical value. Instead, the bumpa is followed by a strong knot. These are of two primary types: fixed and adjustable. Having an adjustable knot on one’s mala allows one to adjust the tightness and the distance between the counting beads. However, since it takes some of effort to learn the way to make sliding knots (see a video instruction here), people who string their own malas sometimes go for a simpler fixed version.
The following elements are added sometimes, but are not indispensable:
Dividers. These three additional beads divide the mala into four equal parts; alternatively, they can be placed at irregular intervals, such as after the first 21 beads, in the very middle of a mala and so on. Often made from another material or from beads of a larger (or smaller) size, these bring up the overall number of beads to 111. Different masters have different views on whether having dividers is good in terms of creating positive interdependence. However, one of the malas used by the late Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, now preserved as a precious relic, includes multiple coral dividers—some even placed right next to the guru bead in a relatively unconventional design!
Counters. There are two types of counters. One type (chu dzab) consists of ten small rings on a string, often combined with a vajra or a bell (or another auspicious symbol) at the end. Having completed one mala, one moves a small ring towards the body of the mala itself; when ten rings on one counter have been moved, one moves the first ring (representing one thousand repetitions) on the other counter, and then restarts the process. Some Himalayan practitioners have 6 or more of such counters on their mala, making the whole process a bit tricky to navigate but helping them keep track of the incredible numbers they are accumulating.
Another type of counters is made of metal and is only moved around for keep track of larger numbers. These would often be shaped as an auspicious knot, a flower, a Dharma wheel, and so on.
End beads. These are usually small decorative beads, often of the same material as the main beads, attached to the end of the mala string after the knot. On occasion, other decorative elements, such as metal flowers or even dzi beads, are added for auspiciousness or ornamentation. Plain malas might not have any of these. Common materials for creating malas
Although a mala can be made from anything that can be fashioned into a bead, two distinct principles are often quoted as the basis for making one’s choice: that of general value and that of associated activities.
When it comes to the value of malas, Padmasambhava (as quoted by such modern-day masters as Gyatrul Rinpoche and Zurmang Rinpoche) outlines three levels. The most valuable malas, according to him, would be made from such precious materials as gold, silver, diamond and coral—due to their worldly worth, we would also feel very special about them (although walking around with a diamond mala, as Zurmang Rinpoche jokingly points out, might not be the safest option for most of us). Medium-grade rosaries are made from seeds of beneficial plants, and the least valuable rosaries (that are still perfectly good for practice) would be made from wood, clay, stone, or medicinal substances.
If one wants to choose a mala based on the activity one seeks to perform through one’s practice, a different logic is applied. Malas made of conch shells, crystal, seeds or most types of wood are appropriate for pacifying practices. Beads made from yellow and gold-coloured materials, along with apricot stones are good for expanding, or enriching. Coral, rubies, carnelian, red agate, mahogany and so on are used for magnetising, and finally, lava stone, rudraksha, bone and steel are meant for wrathful activities. Bone malas, although inexpensive and very easily accessible in Himalayan stores, are said to be exclusively meant for wrathful practices, which would normally already imply a certain level of Vajrayāna mastery already.
Certain materials are also mentioned to have the power to multiply the power of one’s mantras; among those, bodhi seeds are praised most highly, with silver, copper, rudraksha, rubies, pearls and some other materials described as having similar, though less strong, properties.
In terms of the malas most commonly used by lamas and common practitioners alike, some of the most popular materials for modern-day rosaries include the following.
Bodhi seeds. Contrary to a common misconception, these have no connection to the bodhi tree (Ficus religiosa) that the Buddha sat down under prior to attaining enlightenment. The bodhi seeds used for making malas are primarily divided into two big categories: “Indian bodhi” (often sold in Bodhgaya and other places of Buddhist pilgrimage) and “Nepali bodhi”. While Indian bodhi seeds can be inexpensively purchased in India and abroad and are perfectly good for making malas, it appears that most texts praising the benefits of bodhi malas are referring to the Nepali variety (Ziziphus budhensis), originally planted in a specific region of Nepal by Padmasambhava himself. Due to their popularity, the price for these seeds skyrocketed in the recent years and is kept high by the demand in the Chinese market. The smaller the bead, the more expensive it is, to the point where a mala with 8-9mm beads can sometimes cost up 800-1000 US dollars.
Some sellers occasionally try to pass a much cheaper type of seed, known in Nepal as raktu, for proper bodhi seeds. While somewhat similar in terms of their look, raktu seeds are extremely cheap (to the point where a whole mala can cost about 1 US dollar) and not very durable; when they dry down, a bead can easily be cracked by applying a little bit of pressure. Raktu malas often have an actual Nepali bodhi seed as the guru bead.
Lotus. In the Chinese market, these seeds are also known as “moon and stars”: they can be distinguished by a number of smaller dots (representing stars) and a small hole (representing the moon). In terms of botany, these have no connection to the actual lotus plant (or any other flower resembling lotuses, such as water lily) and are the polished seeds of rattan (Daemonorops jenkinsiana).
These seeds are relatively popular in the Kagyu tradition — the Sixteenth Karmapa used to give “moon and stars” malas as gifts on occasion — and are either dyed reddish brown or left white/beige. One should note that these seeds can also be imitated using plastic. Real rattan seeds would gradually get darker through use, while the plastic imitation would retain its original color.
Sandalwood. There are two types of sandalwood primarily used for creating malas: the aromatic white sandalwood (Santalum album), known in India as safed chandan, and the non-aromatic red sandalwood (Pterocarpus santalinus), known as rakta chandan or lal chandan. Both are used to make beautiful malas, but it is white sandalwood in particular that is popular for making debate malas commonly used in the Gelug tradition. It is because of this connection that His Holiness the Dalai Lama can often be seen using a white sandalwood rosary.
Rudraksha. Although often associated with Shiva worship and the Hindu tradition in general, rudraksha beads of different varieties (and with a different number of “faces”, or sides) are also used in Buddhism, especially in the Nyingma tradition. Some Nyingma lineages even recommend them as the primary material to use for three-year retreats—most likely because the main practices to be performed in such retreats have to do with advanced Vajrayāna techniques. That being said, such malas are not common amongst beginners and are not usually used for peaceful mantras.
Stones and minerals. Multiple types of precious, semi-precious and common stones are used for making malas. One should note these stone-based malas typically a bit heavier than malas made from seeds or wood—if the beads are large (8mm and above), the sheer weight of the mala is likely to damage the string much faster than with wood-based malas. If that happens, the mala simply needs to be restrung, ideally (as the teachings state) within 1 day.
Being the most common mineral on earth, quartz in particular is often used for making relatively inexpensive malas, including those made from transparent crystal; in India, these rosaries are known as sphatik, also commonly used by Hindu practitioners. Citrine, amethyst, rose quartz and other varieties of the same mineral are frequently used as well, along with lab-dyed and lab-grown quartz of different types. Lab-dyed quartz stones (painted and then heated so that the paint can enter the small cracks) are also frequently passed for other minerals, including peridot and jade.
Two mineral-based materials to be careful with—often serving as ornaments in the Tibetan folk culture—are turquoise and coral. With turquoise, one has to be very careful with finding genuine stones, as most modern turquoise malas are made from imitation stones (including dyed howlite and magnesite), since the reserves of genuine unadulterated turquoise in the world are dwindling. Real coral is similarly extremely expensive; one large red bead made from sea coral can cost as much as 1000 US dollars, so if a full “coral” mala is affordable, it is definitely made from other stones or imitation materials.
Two more stone-like substances that are popular in the Buddhist world are pearls (available in various colours, including pink and black) and amber. Buddhist monastics in India and Nepal are often seen using amber malas, desirable for their yellow color that is seen as auspicious for Mañjuśrī practice; however, checking whether the amber is real can be a bit tricky unless a mala is purchased with an authenticity certificate from the Baltic countries where most of the amber in this world is still found. A cheaper, younger form of amber known as copal can also sometimes be used, but even that is often imitated using tree resins or simply plastic.
At the end of the day, the material of the mala one uses depends on one’s personal inclinations; while some materials are historically praised above others, it also crucial that one’s mala sits comfortably in the hand and brings one joy. Having met many high teachers from the different Buddhist traditions of Tibet—Rinpoches, tulkus, khenpos and geshes—I have seen them use a wide variety of malas, from humble plastic to beautiful natural amber, with almost everything in between. The most common materials have always been Nepali bodhi, rudraksha, and white sandalwood.
In his book on mala creation and use, Zurmang Rinpoche also mentions that the following types of malas are to be avoided:
  • Malas forcibly taken from other practitioners.
    • Malas previously offered to the Buddha, or previously used as ornaments for Buddhist statues.
  • Malas that have less or more than 108 main counter beads.
  • Malas with damaged beads—unless one can replace them.
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2024.05.08 23:17 TheNedi14 Monotone voice after puberty

Hey everyone first time here in the subreddit. I have read some posts about puberty and how it affects your voice, however I could not find exactly what I was looking for. First of all, I have hit my puberty many years ago (aprox. 10 ish years) and the way it happened, was that I got sick and my voice was low and raspy at that time. After I got better it just stayed there. My voice dropped a lot sooner than the others. I had a deeper voice while the other boys had to wait 2-3 years. Back then I was going to music school and before my voice dropped I was told by my teachers and others in the music school that I was gifted with a voice (I hated music school back then, so this didnt matter to me much). I used to lead sing all the time as I could outperforme the girls and hit high notes with an ease. As a kid back then it didnt really made much sense for me as it felt naturally easy, so I didnt take any of the attention to my head. However, the teachers had their eyes on me and were putting all the effort into me (sorry if this sounds like a glazing story, dw I get humbled soon). After I got sick, my voice never came back to where it was, I could not hit high notes nor I could control my vocals anymore. I also lost emotion in my voice, became monotone. My vocal teacher and the other teachers at the school were telling me that it was very weird of how fast my voice dropped and were telling me to get checked up with a "vocalist" doctor (idk how they called in English) to get a check if something is up with the strings, because it wasnt normal. I of course did not do that, as I was very young and scared of the doctors and the pressure they were putting on me made me feel uncomfortable. The teachers kept on trying to "fix" my voice and tried to make me sing high notes again, however I could not hit them, I sounded horribly. Later on they tried to make me go lower, but I could not find my "voice?". After a while the teachers were getting quite upset and were just giving up on me to the point where my vocalist teacher told me that "if you want to become a great singer, you have to make sacrifices. You either cut your testicles off and get your voice up or you become nobody" lol, just heads up this was in Eastern Europe, in todays era this probably wouldnt slide off the radar. Anyways, what I'm actually trying to find here is if there is a way for me to go back? I know it has been many years since I sang, however it haunts me everytime I hear someone sing amazing and knowing that I had a gifted voice and was able to sing but then it all disappeared. I'm currently 22 as of now, and my monotone voice, I think has gotten better as where people dont bully me by saying "you sound depressed and emotionless all the time" I really wish to go back to singing as that was what made me feel myself, but I do not know if monotone voice can do it or if I should go get checked with a vocalcord doctor who probably will say its normal as it has been 10 years since. I also noticed something, which probably isnt an important factor but when I speak my own language my monotone voice is very horrible, however when I speak English it actually is nice.
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2024.05.08 23:14 SkyAcrobatic5778 High School teacher needed for summer job

Looking for a high school teacher for one on one teaching this summer. Essentially a homeschool teacher. Biggest need is for English but all core subjects are needed.
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2024.05.08 23:10 IndigoWolf4711 DAY 30-SASHA FARBER DANCING WITH THE STARS: THE PROS' MOST ICONIC QUOTES ✨️

DANCING WITH THE STARS: THE PROS' MOST ICONIC QUOTES ✨
Day Pro Dancer Quote
1 Karina Smirnoff "Is there any reason why your head looks like a pigeon?"
2 Valentin Chmerkovskiy "Bro, you're one big wrong already."
3 Witney Carson "What do you need, a snack?"
4 Anna Trebunskaya "Some people say I'm a tough teacher. And I am."
5 Brandon Armstrong "I was born in '94..."
6 Cheryl Burke "So the name of the song is 'Call Me Irresponsible', remind you of anybody? I think it's perfect for you!"
7 Edyta Śliwińska "I'm wearing so much clothes that I got tangled in it!"
8 Artem Chigvintsev "Fine! I watched 'Fifty Shades of Grey'!"
9 Corky Ballas "Now we're doing the Mambo which originated in the '40s!"...
10 Chelsie Hightower "South America speaks Spanish?"
11 Derek Hough "I'm rough, I'm tough, I'm Derek Hough."
12 Charlotte Jørgensen "Get your heel up on your back foot, or I'll kill you."
13 Allison Holker "Team Rallison!!!"
14 Julianne Hough "I felt like you just had to phone it in so you could get back with Meryl."
15 Alec Mazo "Josie is deceptively unfit."
16 Alan Bersten "It's a little shaky in here!"
17 Jenna Johnson "ADAM! WE GOTTA QUICKSTEP!!!"
18 Ashly DelGrosso-Costa "It needs to be equal teamwork, and I can't play a tug-of-war anymore."
19 Gleb Savchenko "You look like a dancer when you're not moving."
20 Kym Johnson-Herjavec "I should never have made us try that stupid lift..."
21 Maksim Chmerkovskiy "With all due respect, this is my show, I help make it what it is."
22 Lacey Schwimmer "STEVE!!! How am I supposed to be in love with you if you keep farting all the time?!?!"
23 Mark Ballas “And you said habede habeduh de de. Daba da dip bah da be. That’s what you said when I asked you."
24 Lindsay Arnold "That salsa will get ya-every time!"
25 Louis Van Amstel "I was jealous of Mark on Season 5, but I got the girl now!"
26 Koko Iwasaki "You're a real Jersey party boy, and I need you to be a suave English gentleman for Bond Night."
27 Keo Motsepe "If Len gives a 10, I'm gonna run down and kiss him!"
28 Peta Murgatroyd Her scream after finding out that she and Tommy Chong had made the semi-finals.
29 Pasha Pashkov "You don't know who I am, but I've been praying I get you!"
30 Sasha Farber
31 Jonathan Roberts
32 Daniella Karagach
33 Dmitry Chaplin
34 Sharna Burgess
35 Tristan MacManus
36 Britt Stewart
37 Rylee Arnold
38 Tony Dovolani
39 Emma Slater

Welcome to DANCING WITH THE STARS: THE PROS' MOST ICONIC QUOTES ✨

A huge thank you to the lovely u/invader_holly who suggested the idea, and that I run this game here! 💕
How does it work?
Each day, I'll reshare this board. With each day is a new pro. Similarly to past games I've done like Dances of the Seasons, The Dancing with the Stars Alphabet, Favourite Dances Per Style, and The Pros' Most Memorable Dances, for every day, you can all comment a response. This time, the response would be a quote from the respective pro for that day! As with previous games, the comment with the most upvotes wins. At the end, I'll put together a video compilation together!
MAKE SURE THAT IF YOU WANT TO SUGGEST NUMEROUS QUOTES, DO THEM EACH IN A SEPERATE COMMENT. THE COMMENT WITH THE MOST UPVOTES WINS AND IS ADDED TO THE BOARD. IF POSSIBLE, PLEASE TRY AND ADD WHEN THE PRO SAYS THE QUOTE (SO I CAN FIND THE CLIP TO ADD TO THE VIDEO COMPILATION).
Yesterday's round was won by my suggestion!

DAY 30: SASHA FARBER

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2024.05.08 23:04 KeyAcrobatic2564 I'm confused about my sexuality, am I attracted to women? (F) TL;DR at the end

I am a woman!!
How should you feel around someone you like?? I never grew up with this idea of marriage and these dreams that girls have, but I got older and I became a little desperate because my friends already had experience and I didn't, that's when the fantasies came.
I had this fantasy of dating a handsome, perfect man who would make all my friends jealous (I've never been able to, clearly, no one is perfect).
In 2020 during the pandemic, I started to question my sexuality, and during that time I started to notice some feelings I had for some women, for example: being nervous around me, blushing whenever they spoke to me, having fantasies in which they thought I was beautiful and funny, If there was one nearby I would try to do something to make her notice me, in a room with several people I could feel her presence, I couldn't stop looking at them. Is this attraction?? I've felt this all my life around some women, including a teacher when I was 14, i was very nervous around her, when she spoke to me I froze, and when a girl held my hand to dance and I was very nervous because I thought she was pretty, another girl on highschool, and a friend of mine, we where friends for four years and I've had those feeling all those years, and also some women I see on the street.
With men I thought I liked them but whenever they asked me out I panicked and didn't go, or I would found a flaw in them.
Sorry about my English
TL;DR : In 2020 during the pandemic, I started to question my sexuality, and during that time I started to notice some feelings I had for some women, for example: being nervous around me, blushing whenever they spoke to me, having fantasies in which they thought I was beautiful and funny, If there was one nearby I would try to do something to make her notice me, in a room with several people I could feel her presence, I couldn't stop looking at them. Is this attraction??
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2024.05.08 22:58 Illustrious-Cow-5157 Canadian want to move to Kuwaitz

Hi everyone,
I am a canadian citizen who currently in Canada. My roots are from Egypt and Palestine. I have a bachelor and Masters in Science from Canada. I have been working as an English, Science and Social Studies teacher for the past three years. However, I don't hold a Bachelor of Education. I have been looking into life in Kuwait and I really need some advice from your experience.
1- How much is the discrimination towards non-Kuwaitis? I am sure that people is nice with whoever is nice with them and vice versa but I am talking in general - please I don't mean any offence.
2-As a female teacher who is wearing Hijab, is it easy to find a job in private schools?
3-How much salary and benefits should I expect or ask for during the interview?
4- Should I get the job while I am here in Canada or make a visit to Kuwait and leave my resume in different school?
Any help is appreciated
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2024.05.08 22:50 Brodacious-G Randomly Thought of this kid that broke down in middle school

Today I’m at work and for some reason I flashed back to this one time in middle school during an English class we were giving speeches utilizing words we learned from our vocabulary lesson.
There was this one kid who got up and had to use the word tenacious and some other words. He gets only a few sentences into his speech and I was only half listening when he brought me back in mid sentence and he’s just screaming, “…bunch of tenacious jerks!”
He’s now crying in front of the whole class. No one knows what’s wrong. The teacher is frozen and a few kids start to chuckle at him and then it goes back to silence because now he’s full blown sobbing. The teacher finally snaps to and comforts him and escorts him out of the room. We’re all sitting there going wtf just happened?
Then the principal comes into the room and calls this other kid out into the hall. This other kid was actually a good buddy of mine named JRS. So, JRS gets brought outside and now we’re really like wtf is going on?
Next thing we know, JRS is suspended for a week or something and the word spread that what had happened was that right before class started JRS had cornered this kid in the bathroom and beat him up a little. Apparently he had been straight up bullying him on occasion and the latest incident caused the kid to have a meltdown. I had known JRS didn’t like the guy but I had no idea he was being abusive towards him. But some other kids were supposedly there too when it happened per the victim but JRS wouldn’t give them up. I felt really bad for this guy because I remember no one really liked him because he was a little weird (socially awkward) but he didn’t deserve to be hit because of it.
I feel even worse because I don’t remember his name.
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2024.05.08 22:48 Italy-Memes is there a need for english second language teachers?

i’m currently getting a degree in teaching english as a second language (alongside russian history lmao), and i am considering going overseas to teach english. despite my reddit name i am of belarusian descent, which is why belarus appeals to me. i unfortunately cannot speak belarusian, but i am conversational in russian
obviously, i would need fluency in russian language at least, but i am dedicated to learning and have been for several years now. so this is more of a question of necessity. im not sure if german is more popular as a second language in belarus, and if there is no need for english teachers, i will need to look elsewhere
you may cringe at this or mock me for it, but i hope to return to the homeland one day. thank you in advance for the help :)
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2024.05.08 22:38 thatautisticguy2905 i may have traumatized someone

So, i've made a little doodle of weeping scope in an english exercise, when i gave to my teacher, she said it lloked interesting the doodle, i told from where it is, and she searched about fear and hunger in her computer, then she said after class she would search more, uhhhhhhhh........
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2024.05.08 22:23 Snypezhasbigpp Is music, art, and engineering required to pass high school (9th grade)?

im passing my classes in math, english, science, social studies, and physical ed., but im failing music, art, and engineeing. I am unable to do engineering, and my music teacher has explained nothing to get my grade up even after telling the councilor and (I think) the vice principal (theres too many people in one spot at their office to really tell) that i dont know what to do to get my grade up and explained to the 2 that i did what i was told to do via the app that was provided to check our grades and assignments and the teacher has yet to do anything (same with engineering because i did 2 very big assignments that werent late and only gotten a 4% increase in grade).
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2024.05.08 22:22 NamedThailand Need help about this - trying to figure i guess if im one or not

Im here to ask question.. So in my childhood i loved forests-woods but i live in small country so i never go to the woods or green places should i say(they dont have forests or woods and if they do its soo far away from where i live).. when i looked at mirror i was like this not me.. i loved to climb and run-gallop and climb trees and i loved animals but the problem is, i have so stricted parents so they messed up my childhood when i tryed to do something they always angry at me. Even when my hand was dirty cuz i loved to climb as i said or run. so i was a kid who stays at home. I was jealous of kids who was free to outside world.. I wanted to play with animals but my mom hated animals so she was warning me about it to not touch them and telling me scary things about it. But i feel so connected to bird sounds-outside world, animals and running, climbing things. Other kids around me was so different they always liked eachother(we had no similarty) but i didnt i was so different from them and with having stricted parents i had problems with school-family so my mind was so blury i had bad childhood. I always wanted to go a forest thats no ones here just animals and i think i shifted mentaly before but not really much felt them cuz im a person that never feels pain or somethings like that i always ignore cuz im used to it. I remember i had injure for months which my teacher saw but didnt say anything which i never felt so.it was weird.. anyways.. so maybe thats why i never felt? But i felt furs(face-cheek?) and i felt kinda my teeths being little taller? And i also felt muzzles(if im spelling this correct) english is my second language and im trying my best to say things correctly... the thing having very stricted parents makes me so hard to figure:( i also still wanna run and climb things i have cats now, when they do something or run i want to run with them too with fours or normaly.. and i love them from anything they are my heart and i experienced non-human things too maybe? Not sure if they are non-human. Its urge to hide and listening to sounds very carefull and i sometimes curl my fingers with not wanting and i rarely want to bite things and sometimes my mind goes blury and tells me to run. I get lost to every sound i hear so- its kinda hard to get what i do. And also i had therian people on my dream rarely? Not sure what it means.(i have dreams barely and i get these). if u have question ask me i will try everything to answer them correctly! Thanks
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2024.05.08 22:20 indominusreks3321 Writing a Story

Thomas had to write a story for class. His English teacher wanted him to write a story about anything. He had no idea what to write. He could not think of a good idea. He wanted to do well on this assignment.
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2024.05.08 22:18 ragezplay Writing a Story

Thomas had to write a story for class. His English teacher wanted him to write a story about anything. He had no idea what to write. He could not think of a good idea. He wanted to do well on this assignment.
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2024.05.08 22:07 TheMadStorksGhost Has anyone EVER had success "using phones as educational tools."

Recently, the administrators in my school have started to return to the old argument that we should incorporate cell phones into instruction rather than prohibit them in class. It sort of seemed like this idea had started to disappear, especially after our students returned from COVID lockdown as brain-dead TikTok zombies. I have tried to get my students to use their phones productively in class, but it has NEVER been successful. In my experience, for 9 out of 10 students, their phones will ALWAYS be a distraction. And so I've resorted to prohibition with pretty considerable success.
Has anyone had a different experience? I would love to hear it. What worked? How did you get buy-in from your students? How did you get them to manage distractions? What types of educational activities are phones even good for? For the record, I'm a high school English teacher. But I'd welcome any perspectives.
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2024.05.08 22:04 QuestionsPendejas Manual translation

Hello, everyone. I'm an English teacher, and Spanish is my first language. I've been asked to translate a 24-page manual which includes tables and diagrams. However, I'm unsure about how much to charge for this task. What do you guys think? Also, if this isn't the appropriate place to ask, please let me know.
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2024.05.08 21:59 RangePlastic7096 IATJ For sleeping in english class?

This post needs context: I'm a student in high school and english isn't my first language, but we have classes in the school that are way down my level (i am at c1/c2 and the school material is b1) so this makes me bored in class. Some tive ago, i talked to my teacher about it and she said "Just follow the class, it isn't my fault you are bored" and while it wasn't her fault, i got mad, because i just wanted something to do in class. Since she didn't do anything, i started going on my phone, but that was too risky due to the school rules about phones, so i started sleeping in class because all my friend were working and i by no means wanted to disturb others. The teacher complained and when i asked her again to do something extra, she refused once more. While my mom agrees with me, she said i am a little disrespectfull by sleeping, but what else am i suposed to do if my whole material is done?
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2024.05.08 21:22 Great-Flower9845 I think Lord English from Homstuck would be perfect as an English teacher don't you guy's?

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2024.05.08 21:22 kueerseoa6 Splurging on first ever thinkpad a T16 Gen 2 AMD! tips on specs and lowering price?

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2024.05.08 21:22 Left_Muscle4138 Should I go to UCSD as an English major if I want to go into law or be a teacher in the future?

Hi! I am in San Diego. I got accepted into both UCSD and SDSU as an English major. I understand that UCSD is academically more rigorous compared to SDSU, which has a more chill ambiance. I have been to both campuses and I enjoyed UCSD more generally, but I'd love to hear any input on if the cost would be worth it for UCSD over SDSU. Thanks for reading!!
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2024.05.08 21:14 cactus_birdbear11 How do i tell my bf that he could consider no contact with his parents

(Sorry for my English, it’s not my first language)
So for some context, me and my boyfriend have been together for 4 years now. We are both very happy and in love and plan to get married some day when we’re financially stable and ready.
We are the same age and started dating young, which has its ups and downs. One of those downs is that even after we became legal adults, HIS parents still treat us as children who need raising and scolding. They were nice to me the first year of our relationship, but with time they became meaner, more disrespectful and stopped hiding their disagreement with our relationship.
So now because of that i feel very uncomfortable over at his parents place and around them in general. Up until yesterday, i thought we could still somehow make things work between me and his parents, but today i know that won’t be possible.
Yesterday we were over at his parents place and had arranged to drive into town because i had to meet ip with one of my professors to discuss my work. I had previously talked to my boyfriend about how these meet ups take 10 minutes max, so he could wait outside or grab a coffee while he waits. So the time comes when we’re supposed to be leaving and he’s running a bit late from his errands which didn’t really bother me, because we still had enough time to get to the place. When he did arrive, a came down to put my shoes on and there he stood next to his mother who looked pissed. She started yelling at us about how stupid of an idea it is that he is driving me, and told me to take the tram. I was so shocked and confused that i just grabbed my things and went to put my shoes on, while she went on a mental rant about how i’m spoiled and used to driving places by car (because i live a good 20 km from the city and the bus stops at my village 2x a day) and how it’s not normal and how my bf isn’t my “servant” and shouldn’t be doing things for me. After that she yelled at him to get in the car because he has to go shopping with her to carry her stuff.
So at that point i’m on my way and the initial shock starts to wear off, and i’m thinking about the whole situation, while my bf is texting me and apologising and saying he really did want to drive me. Then i get a text saying that his sister and mother are forcing him to go on a week long trip to their mountain house with just his sister to study for an exam.
The day before his sister had already texted him about the trip and he very clearly told her “no thank you” and that he’s more comfortable studying at home. I was sat in the tram trying to process everything that is happening. I get overwhelmed and overstimulated very easily so i cried and didn’t respond to my boyfriend until i had calmed down and could think rationally. After my meet up with the teacher i took the tram back to pack my things and called my mum to pick me up on her way from work, because i was not about to stay anywhere around his parents for another minute. He was very sad and apologetic about everything and even made me lunch and packed my things for me.
I wasn’t mad at HIM. I know some people would blame him for not standing up for me or himself, it does bother me sometimes but i understand it, because he was raised in fear of his parents, so he does not know how to stand up for himself or even have his own opinion on some things. His parents take advantage of this and try to organise his whole life for him, like for instance, he couldn’t even pick the universities that he would apply to, they just did it for him without asking about what he actually wants. I know for a fact that he does not want to do the course they applied him to, but he’s too scared to tell anyone so he just goes with what they make him. His sister and brother are also a big part of this bullying, because they are both over 6 years older than him and believe he was unplanned.
So now i know that i really don’t want these people in my life or my future kids life, and i know that it would be best for my boyfriends overall health to not have them in it either. Should i talk to him about no contact? Or just keep suffering through this? I really love him and can’t imagine my life without him. I don’t want him to get mad at me for suggesting cutting his family off, i just want him to think about the possibility.
TL,DR:
My boyfriends parents and siblings have bullied my bf his whole life into submission, and are now trying to tear us apart. Should i talk to him about the possibility of no contact?
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