Perjuangan wanita ni kan ada banyak level tau.
Level 1:
Level Arwah nenek saya. Arwah Nenek kata, kalau nak hidup jangan bangkang suami, nenek anak yatim piatu, masuk sekolah rendah saja. Jangan bergaduh dengan suami, kalau suami tinggai kita, kita nak hidup macam mana, takdak pekerjaan. Cara arwah nenek memperjuangkan untuk wanita ialah memberi nasihat supaya wanita tak diceraikan suami.
Inilah Survival for women.
Level 2:
Level mak saya. Mak saya lulus sekolah menengah, boleh dapat kerja secretary. Mak pandai menyimpan duit dan tahu hak mak berkenaan nafkah. Mak selalu cakap kat bapak, your money is our money, but my money is my money. Mak memperjuangkan hak untuk mak. Apa yang penting sekali ialah mak tak pernah dengki tengok perempuan lain lebih maju dari mak dan tak pernah membawang tentang wanita lain. Mak tak boleh memperjuangkan untuk wanita lain tetapi mak tak menghalang wanita lain maju. She will stand aside on the left lane and let other women take over. Jangan dengki bila tengok wanita lain yang berjaya, tetapi berbanggalah.
Give way to other women and support their fight.
Level 3:
Level Bapak saya. Ada lelaki yang memperjuangkan hak wanita dan menjadi women’s protector seperti Bapak saya. Bapak saya pastikan bila Bapak tak ada lagi, ada harta yang bapak dah letak atas nama mak, ada harta yang bapak dah letak atas nama anak-anak perempuan Bapak. Kemudian Bapak menggalakkan anak-anak perempuan Bapak mendapat Pendidikan Tinggi ke peringkat University. Bapak nak pastikan anak-anak Bapak ada lebih peluang diketemukan dengan jodoh lelaki yang berpendidikan tinggi. Bapak kata orang lelaki berpendidikan tinggi lebih tertarik kepada wanita bijak. Jadi kalau nak jadi surirumah pun, sekurang-kurangnya anak-anak bapak yang berpendidikan tinggi boleh cari lelaki berpendidikan tinggi, dan ada degree boleh berdikari, maka boleh tinggalkan rumahtangga jika suami abusive.
Inilah women independence through education and opportunities.
Level 4:
Ini level saya.
Saya bekerja kuat untuk membuktikan yang wanita boleh naik ke pangkat tertinggi di dalam kerjaya di dalam bidang yang saya ceburi. Bukan hanya ke tahap doctor tetapi lebih tinggi lagi sehingga postgraduate ke tahap Doctorate of Medicine in Medical Research (seperti PhD di dalam bidang akademik perubatan), dari segi ke clinical ke tahap Subspecialist yang tertinggi di bidang kehamilan dan bersalin, dan ke tahap Professor.
Saya gunakan pangkat tinggi saya untuk memberi wanita lebih keyakinan dan menggalakkan wanita untuk membuat keputusan untuk diri sendiri. Kalau saya boleh buat, anda pun boleh buat. Saya mencari suami yang tidak menyekat atau menghalang kemajuan, malah mendorong saya mencapai tahap yang lebih tinggi lagi.
Saya membantu membuka minda masyarakat supaya tidak menyekat wanita yang nak maju ke hadapan melalui pendidikan masyarakat, melawan mitos-mitos dan pantang-larang yang menyusahkan wanita tanpa memberi manfaat kepada kesihatan wanita.
Inilah changing mindsets of women in society. Inilah women empowerment to make decisions for themselves.
Level 5:
Bukan saya. Saya sampai level 4 saja. Saya buka ruang ini untuk powerful women leaders berganding bahu sebagai pemimpin wanita dari pelbagai bidang yang boleh mara lagi ke hadapan untuk menggubal dan mengubah undang-undang lama untuk hak keadilan wanita dan jangan benarkan wanita Malaysia ditindas.
Inilah the birth of powerful women leaders in our society. I will stand by you and support you. I am very proud to be a Malaysian woman.
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This takes us to level 6:
A levelled playing ground. There is no artificial barrier to stop you. If you see an opportunity, you can make use of it, and have a reasonable expectation of success. This level, even men in our society have not reached their true potentials yet. To achieve level 6, men and women have to work together.
- Dr Imelda Balchin
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INTRO POST!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ
hello!! my name's jo but u can call me vampira :3
HERES SOME RANDOM SHIT TO GET TO KNOW ME I SUPPOSE ⚙️♡‧₊˚(,,> - <,,)♡‧₊˚⚙️
• im a drummer
• in my emo arc /j (I'm a punk but literally every1 calls me emo)
• links: spotify; spacehey; pinterest; my discord is xoxovampira#6700 :3
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• i like cross stitching !!
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• i dont play cod but i watch gameplay and cutscenes as if it's a movie for erm. obvious reasons
• i love the addams family (the og 60s series)
• sometimes i write questionable fanfiction
• i am extremely cringe but at least I'm self aware
• i make jewellery sometimes >:)
• i am in desperate need of piercings & a haircut
• also in desperate need of friends, pls msg me!!
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Silga’s Quest: Signal Spike Full Transcript (with pics!)
Interesting Tidbits I Noticed:
In battle, Silga uses a hammer (like Erend’s) in melee range, and an Oseram-style bow (limbs create an X shape) at range.
Silga gestures with her hands a lot, otherwise holds them clasped losely together above her waist or placed on her hips.
When she paces, she swings her hips, like she’s leaning into each step, but I would describe the movement as relaxed and casual, not heavy or bumbling.
When she speaks about her metalwork, she is clearly very proud of her talents, though I wouldn’t go so far as to call her arrogant. Justifiably cocky, maybe.
Though she is initially mistrustful of Aloy, she quickly opens up about her brother. While she does not seem explicitily uncomfortable with vulnerability, she does brush past it quickly, as opposed to wallowing.
Aloy is very gentle with her; she speaks softly and smiles warmly a lot.
CAMP NOWHERE - ARRIVAL
Jorund: That girl was wound up tighter than a twisted spring. She didn't have to hit me!
Minda: Well, she didn't like you going through her parcels. She warned you. Twice.
Jorund: I was just curious, is all. There's a lot of odd gear in there.
Minda: Well, thanks to you, she booked like a gate on fire.
CUTSCENE
Minda: Now she's in the wilds, all alone. Forge knows all the things that could kill her out there.
Aloy: Someone ran off?
Minda: Never got her name. Kept quiet. Couldn't tell if she was shy or scared. All I know is [to Jorund] she didn't want anyone near her things.
Jorund: That's for sure. I was just curious, is all. She didn't have to slug me.
Minda: Your glass jaw ain't the problem, lugnut. The girl is. All alone in the bush. And this is Tanakth territory.
Aloy: Which way did she go?
Minda: West, up the slope. Look for her if you can.
Aloy: I will.
Jorund: Careful now. That girl's maladjusted!
SILGA’S CAMP - ARRIVAL
Aloy: The Oseram I met said someone in their crew ran off in this direction. I should keep my eyes open.
MACHINE FIGHT
Aloy: I think she's gonna need some backup.
Silga, battle dialogue:
Stay back!
Yeah! Hit 'em with that again!
Stay away from my rig!
Don't touch my stuff!
If you break that rig, I swear!
Silga: Is it safe? Did they get to it? Please be intact. Please.
Aloy: I should make sure she's okay.
CUTSCENE
Isabel: 142…supply drop…Paul…pray you get…note…
Silga: All right. Wire to the spike is still intact. Rig's still playing.
Aloy: You okay, there?
Silga: You took out those machines. I'm grateful, but you should go now. [She spreads her arms to block the rig when Aloy tries to look at it] There's nothing to see here.
Aloy: So this "rig" of yours… It's receiving sound through that wire…from that thing up on the cliff, what you call a "spike." But the message is only a fragment. And you're trying to pick up the whole thing?
Silga: How did you figure all that out?
Aloy: I've…learned a few things in my travels.
[Silga turns around and steps back to her rig]
Aloy: If you want, we could talk about it. Maybe I can help.
Silga: You do seem downright knowledgeable. So go ahead. Shoot.
DIALOGUE WHEEL
WHO ARE YOU?
Aloy: You're no ordinary tinker.
Silga: [Walks as she talks, swings her hips a lot, also gestures with her hands] Didn't used to be a tinker at all. More of a metalworker. Came from Mainspring. I can weld a seam so fine you can barely see it. [Very confident] Not that I ever got any credit for it. You see, up there, you've got to be a man to get ahead. I once had a shot at joining a first-rate crew, with one of the best forges in the Claim. But I didn't get the job. My own brother wouldn't vouch for me, just because I'm of the female persuasion. Anyhow. At least out here I don't have to worry about any Mainspring men talkin' down to me.
YOUR BROTHER
Aloy: Sounds like you're still mad at your brother.
Silga: Some days I am. Other days I miss him. [She sits down on the edge of her table] He's passed on, you see. He didn't have the guts to go against the blast of the bellows and vouch for a lady, even his own sister. It was cowardly and I told him so. In fact, I told him he weren't my family no more. [Leans forward, hangs her head] But over time, I've had cause to regret it. He wasn't a bad sort. He knew how to make me smile, when he wasn't being such a lout.
Aloy: [Reaches out as if to touch her shoulder in comfort, but Silda jerks up a little and Aloy pulls back] I'm sorry he's gone.
Silga: [Stands] Yeah, so am I, blast it all.
[Aloy gives her a concerned, sympathetic look]
THE RIG
Aloy: Your rig's impressive. How does it work?
Silga: Well, like you said. The spike up there seems to capture the sound. It travels by wire down to my contraption. [Silga gestures to her contraption, stoops over it and points things out, while Aloy squats to get a better view] I- I (alternatively: I, ah,) put some coils in there. And a light sheet of metal that vibrates, making the sound louder. I'm not sure why it works, but it just does.
Aloy: And you set it up out here all alone? [Stands and steps closer]
Silga: I'm not the trusting type. Pretty much everything I do is all alone. [Aloy gives her a warm smile, understanding?]
THE MESSAGE
Aloy: How did you first hear the message?
Silga: I used to be a smith up in the Claim. Wasn't an easy life. A lot of hard work without much to show for it. [Leans against a beam for a moment] Then one day, I heard a whisper coming from a steel rod. Faint, like the last fingers of steam coming off a cooling forge. When I moved the rod around, the whispers got louder. I did some tinkering. Built my rig. And did my best to follow that sound. Further west I came, the stronger it got. Then I found that spike up there. When I hooked up my rig, the words were clearer than ever.
Aloy: What do you think the message is?
Silga: I don't know. There's something sad about it. Feels like it's from one lost soul to another. I'd sure like to know what it means.
Aloy: Let me have a look at that "spike." I might be able to pick up more of that message.
Silga: How?
Aloy: Let's just say I have a rig of my own.
Silga: I didn't know Nora were tinkers.
Aloy: They're not. But I am, in a way. Be right back.
Silga: Well, okay then. I guess.
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Silga: Just follow the wire up to the top! And please…don't break anything.
Aloy: There's the spike. Might get better reception if I'm next to it.
Isabel: 142…Enduring Victory…supply drop beacon…Paul…pray you get…note…
Aloy: Enduring Victory. Interesting. Can't seem to get a fix on where the signal's coming from, though. Well, better let the tinker know I got a bit more of the message.
CUTSCENE
Aloy: Your rig is picking up an Old World message - a recording of some kind.
Silga: Thought as much. Did you hear more of it?
Aloy: A bit. It was recorded during a war - a bad one.
Silga: Maybe that's why it sounds so darned sad. [Heavily sits down on the table while Aloy inspects the "speaker"] There's something about it that makes me think of my late brother, [Aloy immediately turns to her] may his ashes stay warm in the forge. Not sure why, exactly.
Aloy: [hesitates, then steps away from the camp, looking at the sky] I still can't get a fix on the source.
Silga: [Stands and paces] Well, the words grew stronger when I got out here…
Aloy: What if you moved the rig now? Try to see if you can get a stronger signal elsewhere?
Silga: Even if I could dodge the Tenakth and the machines, I can't lose that spike. Nothing else pulls down the words better.
Aloy: Okay. If it's an Old World message,[...] then let's try Old World methods. They used to pinpoint signals by listening for them at the different spots, the taller the better. And then they combined the information and used it to find the source.
Silga: And you can do that?
Aloy: I think so. But your "spike" is only one spot. I need two more, both up high.
Silga: Well, there's a big bright tower in the Tenakth territory north of here.
Aloy: Yeah, that should work. I have another spot in mind, near a spot I'm…camping.
Silga: Wait. I don't know your name. Or why you'd do all of this for someone you just met.
Aloy: Aloy. And because I want to know what's out there. Same as you.
Silga: Silga. And when you find it, Aloy, I'd be eager to hear what it is.
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Silga: Well now, you're back.
Aloy: I'll see you later.
Silga: [Reaches toward her] Watch yourself out there, Aloy.
SCALDING SPEAR
Aloy: Okay, let's see if I can pick up Silga's signal.
Isabel: Stork 142 to Enduring Victory Reno…supply drop bacon…Paul…I pray you get…note…inside…
Aloy: Well, I got more of the message. But not enough to find the source yet. Climbing the mountain where my base is should finish the job.
MOUNTAIN
Isabel: Stork-142 to Enduring Victory Reno: Supply drop bacon Echo. Paul, I pray you get this safely. I left a note for you inside.
Aloy: There! Found the signal's origin. It's not too far from here. I just need to get to it.
SOURCE
Aloy: There you are. Now, what's inside.
Isabel: Paul - I couldn't raise you via Focus. I hope this gets to you, somehow, along with the great for the stand at the Reno line. Just wanted you to know that all the bitterness is water under the bridge. I only remember the good things…and I'll think about them when the darkness comes.
Aloy: Sounds like she really cared about him. Silga will want to know about this. And she'll definitely be interested in the transmitter that's been sending the message.
CUTSCENE
Silga: Aloy! The words stored coming from the spike. What happened?
Aloy: This Is what was speaking to your rig. It's Old World equipment used for communicating over long distances. [Silga takes it, squats down by her table to examine it] The message must have shut off when I took it. But I heard the "note" the voice was talking about.
Silga: [immediately looks at Aloy, then turns while still squatting to face her] What was it?
Aloy: During an ancient war, a woman was trying to deliver supplies to a man she knew. She wanted him to know that their [Aloy kneels down, putting them at eye level] past disagreements didn't matter in the big picture. That she'd be thinking of him when the end came.
Silga: Oh. I guess she and I are kin, of a sort. I wish I could give my brother a message like that. Tell him that I forgave him. He would've wanted that, I know. This man…the Old One…did he ever get the message?
Aloy: [Stands, smiles sadly] I don't think so.
Silga: [Stands] I guess that's often the way of it, then. But still, with the power of that device you found, the sender had hope that he might have heard it. What a feat. To send messages [shakes hands for emphasis] near and far. Can I keep this? [Kneels in front of transmitter] It’s a treasure.
Aloy: Of course.
Silga: Thank you. [She pauses, shakes her head] Sometimes people don't ever get to hear what they should. But with this thing, maybe I can get them talking to one another…from Mainspring all the way to who knows where.
Aloy: Hey, I found a few more things in the supply cache. Might be able to make something out of them. Can I use your workbench?
Silga: Sure. Yeah. Right over there. [Stands, facing each other, Silga shifts toward her for a moment] Anytime, Aloy - it's all yours.
Silga - Post Quest Idle Dialogue:
Now, what secrets does this "transmitter" thing hold? I'll bet I can use it to put words off my own into the air.
Maybe I can build a whole new rig with this transmitter. A lot smaller and a lot stronger.
With that relic you gave me, I'm pretty sure I can set up a spike that allows sending and receiving. Wouldn't that be something?
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[P.O.V: Zucchero was caught]
Giorno: Here, Bria. Let me help you.
Bria, blushing: T-Thanks...
Narancia, Fugo and Abbacchio: *kicking Zucchero's body*
Mista: *puts the hook in Zucchero's eye and puts the glasses on him*
Nico, a person who NEEDS glasses but isn't using at the moment: *looks away*
Narancia: *turns on the radio*
Bria, rolling her eyes: oh, here they go again...
Nico: What?
Bria: that.
The radio: *playing Canzioni Preferite (a.k.a: Torture Dance)*
Mista, Narancia, Fugo: *dancing*
Nico: oh...
Angelica: they sometimes do that.
Nico: for sure they ain't terrible. It's minda impressive!
Giorno: *with the 'wtf' look*
Mista: If I were you, Zucchero, I'd start to getting worried about that other eye of yours...
Nico: *a sudden blush and her heart beated faster*
Nico: *goes back to focus on the mission, but still with heated up cheeks*
Nico, thinking: wtf is wrong with me?
Bria: psst Angelica, seems like nico has a crush on mista....
Angelica: oh? Things are about to get very interesting
Lol this is so perfect Poppyy
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