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Accidently clicked on a show after scrolling through Netflix for 20 minutes.
Maybe it's a sign.
an incomplete watchlist
Adhura
Tempest
9-1-1 S09
The Roses
Lipstick Under my Burkha
Avatar: The Last Airbender
The Last of Us S02
Juror #2
Dunkirk
Promising Young Woman
Train to Busan
Haq
Shōgun
A Shop for Killers
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
13B
Moving
Masaan
Jojo Rabbit
The First Responders
Dr. Romantic S03
The Bear S04
The Worst of Evil
KPop Demon Hunters
Girlboss
Burnt
Atominc Blonde
Booksmart
Superboys of Malegaon
Brave Citizen
Alex Rider S02+
Tumbbad
Taxi Driver
The Miracle Season
Waitress
Perfect Marriage Revenge
The Fall Guy
Challengers
The Family Man S03
The Night Manager
Paatal Lok S01
The Town
Boiling Point
Stick It
Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye!
Rush
Pari
Woman of the Hour
Pawn
Jagga Jasoos
Dirty Dancing
Superman
S Line
Sleepless in Seattle
Prince
The First Frost
Dynamite Kiss
Hidden Love
Twinkling Watermelon
Homebound
Island
Delhi Crime
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
Heated Rivalry
Euphoria
Pro Bono
Spring Fever
Maxton Hall S02
The Gentlemen
Steal
The Night Manager
Story Time
This month, I had decided to become adventurous. I will be the ✨cool✨ one in the family, the one that the elders judge, the cousins love and the kids admire. But, a technicality: I wanted this after. in the future. NOT now. A technicality the Gods missed. And so did the rains.
My parents & I step out of the theatre after the latest Mission Impossible and realise it's been raining. Little did we realise that we were gonna have a Mission Impossible of our own soon (dun dun duunnnnnn).
It's 02:50am and it's obviously been rain heavily for hours because the roads are flooded. So, we decide to take an unconventional route home (because we knew all our usual roads would definitely be flooded).
We make a turn, and another and drive forward through the residential neighbourhood. And the water on the road rises. And rises. And keeps on rising until my mother says from the backseat that water is coming into the car. I see the water level is upto the glass window and the car jerks. And keeps on jerking until it comes to a stop at what I concluded was the deepest flooded part of the road.
At this point, a genius with a larger car (and thus with a higher exhaust pipe) decided to drive past us, creating such a huge ripple that now I also felt the water rush in through the closed door.
My father opens his door and tells my mother to take the wheel so that he and I can push the car. I open the door (not before securing my phone outside of water's reach) and am immediately soaked up till my thighs. My father and I go to the back of the car, and push with all might. Which is when...
Nothing happens. A feeling of insecurity starts to fill me as a realisation sets in that I am very weak, so weak that I cannot even help my father push a small car even an inch. Then my father pipes up and tells my mother to let go of her instinct to hold the brake and I realise the brake lights were on. Side note: proof that I am Gen-Z because at this time, I was actively considering retrieving my phone and recording the "experience" to show around to my friends and family. Moving on...
We push the car out of the water and I, once again resolve that I do need to re-start exercising because my thighs are burning a bit. We stop and start to scoop the water out of the car as my father tries to start the engine. At this time, I interact with the street dogs and realise that some stuff that belongs inside the car has also floated out when a dog cautiously stole a sealed pack of air freshener right in front of me.
I feel the need to point out, at this juncture, that my father is an amazing driver. Water flooding the roads is not a new development at our city. Hell, our house becomes nothing less than an island during the monsoons. My father has driven us through flooded roads many times over the years. This time (we realised later, as we were driving the last 3km home) the car is a small one and we'd forgotten to switch from automatic to manual (Reminder, it was after 3 in the morning and we just wanted to get home).
The engine starts (hooray, because obviously, but also our other options included 2 women either walking or pushing a car in the dead of night. Not exactly safe). We cautiously drive and somehow reach home.
Parked on a slope, my father and I start scooping water out of the car. We use the little dustbin that was in the car (it was empty) and when the scoopablity of the water ran out, we started soaking up the water with mops (my hands still hurt from the wringing). My mother is bringing us more mugs and cloths and telling us to wear the raincoat and standing with an umbrella beside us and we are telling her to go back inside because we are already soaked and she doesn't need to be. It's night (or morning) and it is still raining, mind you, and we are using my phone's poor little torch to light up the floor of the car. I realise the water is filled beneath the foam of the floor, and am transported back to a couple of weeks earlier when rainwater had flooded into the house and the wooden floorboards were floating even as you stood on them (but that's another story, for another time).
Eventually, (when my back had been hurting for a good 10 minutes) my mother storms in (or out is more accurate) and tells me that I have been in the rain long enough. She took over from me and I was ordered to go shower. I went inside that it was almost 4am. No wonder I'm tired (Yes, I am writing this immediately after this happened. It's 5:15am. Don't judge me).
PS.: In the shower, I realise that my silver anklets have now turned bronze/gold.
We get to explore the world, and beyond, through a screen that's made up of three colours.
How is that not one of the most beautiful things to exist?
Once, my sister was taking off her hoodie and her (very expensive) earphones fell out. She gasped and visibility stopped breathing.
Me (without missing a beat): Once I forgot my earbuds in a bag and washed that bag in the washing machine.
Me: But that's okay because they still worked.
Me: Until a car ran over them.
When am I most productive?
When I finish all my work? When I clean my desk or closet? When I workout? When I read all the books on my TBR?
No.
When I wake my before my sibling does?
Yes.
POV: When you have exams, but are obsessed with K-Dramas...
Still reeling from the realization that bullet journaling was essentially created to be a disability aid and got legit fuckin gentrified
Like I'm at work and don't have the time to properly organize my thoughts atm but like.
-bullet journalling was invented by a man with a learning disability (99% sure it was ADHD but his website now just says learning disability so I can't be 100%) as a system for organizing his life/way to work WITH his learning disability
-the general concept is bullet point the important things you need to do and use a simple system of symbols to mark whether it's done, rescheduled, cancelled, etc. with very little fanfare, keeping it all in one notebook so you know where to easily find the information at a glance
-people pick it up and it starts getting popular
-bullet journaling becomes an aesthetic movement largely populated by white neurotypicals
-bullet journaling has turned into creating an extremely pretty notebook that has some function, but largely depends on complicated decoration and aesthetic function that takes more time to set up than is tenable for the people it was created for
-new entries to bullet journaling feel pressure to shop at particular stores, use particular brands, purchase lots of stationery purely for its aesthetic value, and prioritize the artistry of the pages rather than the information being stored on them
-people who would massively benefit from the original system can only really find information on it from members of the aesthetic movement. There is now a barrier to entry for ppl with ADHD and other similar conditions, as bullet journaling now requires a focus and motivation to start that these same people often lack or struggle to maintain consistently
-bullet journaling is no longer a disability aid and has become an aesthetic movement largely for middle class white neurotypicals, pushing out the people who the system was created for to begin with
This is the original guide from the person who made bullet journalling. Super simple. Not at all high maintenance.
It was eye-opening to rewatch this after getting used to bullet journal meaning "work of highly decorative art you might journal in if it doesn't detract from the decoration" everywhere online.
When I first came across bullet journaling, with all its many aesthetics and monthly themes and a new notebook for every year or different ones for reading and gardening and organizing, I was simply overwhelmed. I have never been good at art or drawing and buying multiple stationery for something like that isn't possible.
Then I came across this video and found out how (for lack of a better word) distorted this practice had become. I don't need a bulleted journal, I don't need 50 sketch-pens or brush-pens or paints. Nor do I need to create multiple pages or covers or trackers for each month/week/day.
With just any notebook I found suitable and a pen I like (and sometimes a scale/ruler), I started with the simplest things and experimented. I don't create blocks or boxes for my monthly view, I don't make weekly spreads, I don't even have a key. It's low maintenance and it works for me.
I should also mention how my sister does her journaling. She has a bulleted journal and one of those 4-in-1 pens. After a future log (or yearly view?) she knows what all she wants to track for each month and how much space and pages that will take. She then divides her journal (roughly with a pencil) into the months until she reaches the end of the monthly logs. At the end, she'll track things that take more than a single month or that she wants to keep separate from everything else.
The things that my sister tracks and the things that I do differ vastly. The point is that, obviously, one thing will not work for all, so don't pressure yourself into doing things that somebody is doing if it does not do the job that it is supposed to. Experiment. Don't be afraid to mess up because mistakes make us human.
The fun thing about having a Tumblr is that I don't have to go through the very taxing exercise of choosing the perfect series to hyperfixate on. Tumblr will just continuously show me gifset of two gays like it's a sign from God saying "here, these are your new support gays, cherish them" and that's that yk. It really saves me a lot of trouble
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So... I'm watching a show and the "good" guy pulls a gun on the definitely bad guy; the gun right under his chin, both of them staring into each other's eyes and my reaction is (SMH), "Kiss." I need help.