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Starting my journey to learning Miary Zo. It feels like a whole new game from playing Anna

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[Conversations Through Fist]

I always thought that was a load of bull until fighting games. Some people are babblers but other people feel different. Some times it feels like fast paced chess. Thats where the true amusement comes from. Buttons asking “How do you respond in this situation?”, “How much of a risk taker are you?”, “How often do you respond?”, “How stubborn are you?”, “How aware are you?”, “How fast can you adapt?” …. and while I ask I’m also answering the same thing until it ends

Prideful players have the hardest time. “I’m better than you” makes every loss personal. As soon as that ego is discarded there’s so much growth.

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I got 30 mins until I can put this pan sobao in the oven and I’m pumped. My dough came out so well. She thicc but we love the BBWs round here. I hope it taste good. Maybe I can get some salami and make some sandwiches. I wonder how it’d taste with southern breakfast items like conecuh sausage and grits and eggs. Maybe if I have a lot leftover do a garlic herb kinda situation you feel me? This bread did so much better than when I did pan de muerto last year. Maybe I should try my redemption arc this year.

I told myself I’m not making another pound cake until Fall but one of the homies is trying to meet me halfway (6 hour drive) to try it. That’s love right there. I feel like I got to go ahead and do it. 😂 I’m so sick of making pound cakes though.

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I can’t do it. I just ate a salad and I’m trying so hard to convince myself I’m full— but I just bought pan sobao ingredients and a sourdough starter. I’m bout to bread it up fam.

Salad eaters are lying! I’m sick of it

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vintage Yuva magazine covers

Artwork from Vaddadi Papaiah for Yuva (Telugu magazine)

It’s weird trying to read people in two languages. Idk if it’s personality, or, if trying to stuff someone use to one language into another morphs perception substantially. It’s truly intriguing though.

There this Honduran man and in Spanish he is so much more dimensional. He’s empathetic, intelligent, eloquent, able to put you at ease... But in English all the charm is lost. Not in pronunciation or anything like that. Listening to him you could never tell he was ESL…..but stylistically. In English he’s abrasive. The natural inviting confidence in Spanish feels gaudy and crafted in English. It feels unnatural. General interactions feel much more serious in English rather than lax in Spanish. He doesn’t ask things of you in English he tells you. He comes off rigid, stubborn, demanding. Why is he so much more abrasive in English?

In Spanish I hear the boy who grew up in a good family, laughed often, and had lots of love poured into him. I hear his education. I hear the journey that leads to being a good man. In English I hear a man forged to survive in America in the worst way. Like someone took a knife a chopped off all the good bits.

As someone who is learning Spanish I hope I’m not misrepresenting myself when I speak. I think that’s most important. Moreso than masking my awful accent, I hope people hear my authenticity.