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Oh My Venus

AKA “Daegu Venus becomes His Venus“; “Positivity Venus!

I’ve run of things to describe it in its alternative titles. I’ll head straight to what I think of this drama.

Kang Joo-Eun is presently a lawyer. She used to be “Daegu Venus” – “High School Venus” when she was, well, in High School. She was very pretty and beautiful and when she climbed on the bus, all the boys used to play a famous song, while all the other girls watch her in envy. When she appeared on the screen first, I thought, huh. She’s pretty average looking. But NOPE. Such wrong thoughts of me and judging actresses based on their appearances. Shame on me.

Fast-forward 15 years later, where she is not “Daegu Venus” anymore. She is overweight, stressed, insomniac, and many other ailments that she never even knew she had. And when her boyfriend of 15 years breaks up with her on the night she thought he was going to propose to her, everything went downhill. She decides to become healthy and show her ex-boyfriend what he’s missing out and that’s when our hero, Kim Young-Ho comes in.

Kim Young-Ho is a personal trainer, very famously and anonymously known as John Kim in Hollywood. He had a tragic and traumatic past, but that only makes his resolve to remain healthy stronger. After a hilarious chance meeting of these two, she asks him to  be her trainer. He reluctantly agrees, and him and his team, consisting of the wrestler Joon-Sung (Korean Snake) and his trainer, Ji-Woong work hard to train her everyday, and in the process, they become really close. They end up becoming like family. And, of course, Young-Ho and Joo Eun fall in love and their love has So. Many. Obstacles. That I just want to take them away and keep them on some strange planet so that they live happily ever after. I swear.

I can’t say how much I love this show, because I love it SO much. It is hilarious and dramatic, sexy and sensual, silly and serious, all while giving out positive vibes and being an overall inspiration.

Let’s talk about the characters.

SPOILER ALERT

Kang Joo-Eun herself is amazing. Her motto is “Kang Joo-Eun can do anything, once she sets her mind to it.” And it totally works because all through her training, she’s never once lost hope or tried giving up. She just did it. And to top it off, the actress, Shin Min-Ah, is just fabulous. She’s such a perfect cast for the character that I cannot see her as any other character. She’s the kind of person who does things with great concentration and devotes all her time to it. When she loves, she loves hard. When she works, she works hard. I’m so glad she got the happy ending that she totally deserved.

Kim Young-Ho, played by So Ji-Soeb is the first character, or Asian actor that my sister said looked “masculine”. He is undoubtedly hot, and has quickly become one of my favourite Korean actors of all time. The rich boy look suits him, and he’s just plain hard-core. Like Joo-Eun, he also loves hard. As a child, he’s been the hospital longer than anywhere else and his resolve to become a healthier and stay that way only strengthens because of his love for Joo-Eun and her faith in him getting better is just heart-breaking. Those two episodes of epic drama in the story just kills you.

My favourite, however, is Ji-Woong. Ji-Woong is half-American, half-Korean, and he addresses Joo-Eun as “Ma’am” in the beginning and he is just. SO. DAMN. ADORABLE. He was always so enthusiastic and so happy. He was the first person to become really close to Joo-Eun and their relationship is just too cute for life. He is basically like a very talented, American-accented puppy. I love him so much.

The story has several layers and as each layer is peeled back and unravelled, the story makes that much more sense. It’s not quite simple, not quite complicated, either. It’s sweet and honest and funny. And inspirational.

If I had to recommend a K-drama to save my life, this would be it. You have to watch it. I’m so glad my bae Parvathi recommended this to me so strongly. I love her.

 

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Mulan 2

This is what disappointment looks like.

I thought Anastasia was a disappointment because the whole premise of the story was so nice but somehow it was just ruined. The same with Mulan 2. Watching this made me feel that they should never had made this film in the first place.

So, at the end of Mulan, after her saving China and her grandmother asking General Li Shang if he wanted to stay forever, you would expect something epic out of its successor. But the only epic thing that happened was its failure. I’m sure if I had watched Mulan way back when I was a child, I’d have wanted to know more about Mulan and Shang (or Li, whichever). I think the Disney creators kept this in mind and wove a weak af story and their hand just accidentally slipped up on too much romance. I’m not kidding. Mulan’s 3 friends from the army find their match and who are those three girls? The three Princesses who were getting married off to a kingdom close by so that China will not be annihilated. This is top secret and the Emperor trusts Mulan and Shang to do the job well.

And they would’ve done the job well if it wasn’t for that stupid trouble maker Mushu. Mushu is currently her guardian and if she married Shang, the gods on his side will become her guardians, which leaves Mushu with his most hated job. He couldn’t take that so he stirred up trouble between Mulan and Shang that ultimately resulted in Shang’s death. I swear. So dramatic, that guy is.

Then Mushu feels bad and the three Princesses have fallen in love with thos three “army men” and now she can’t ask them to get married to the princes of the other kingdom, so she offers the king herself as a bride. Hurrah, go Mulan.

But wait. Shang comes up alive and saves her from getting married to some other kingdom. He says some cheesy stuff (cringe, cringe) and they live happily ever after.

Please don’t watch it.

Here’s an update:

  1. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
  2. Pinocchio
  3. Fantasia
  4. Dumbo
  5. Bambi
  6. Saludos Amigos
  7. Victory Through Air Power
  8. The Three Caballeros
  9. Make Mine Music
  10. Song of the South
  11. Fun and Fancy Free
  12. Melody Time
  13. The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad
  14. Cinderella
  15. Alice in Wonderland
  16. Peter Pan
  17. Lady and the Tramp
  18. Sleeping Beauty
  19. One Hundred and One Dalmatians
  20. The Sword in the Stone
  21. The Jungle Book
  22. The Aristocats
  23. Robin Hood
  24. The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
  25. The Rescuers
  26. The Fox and the Hound
  27. The Black Cauldron
  28. The Great Mouse Detective
  29. Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
  30. Oliver and Company
  31. The Little Mermaid
  32. DuckTales the Movie
  33. The Rescuers Down Under
  34. Beauty and the Beast
  35. Aladdin
  36. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  37. The Lion King
  38. A Goofy Movie
  39. Pocahontas
  40. Toy Story
  41. James and the Giant Peach
  42. The Hunchback of Notre Dame
  43. Hercules
  44. Mulan
  45. A Bug’s Life
  46. Doug’s 1st Movie
  47. Tarzan
  48. Toy Story 2
  49. Fantasia 2000
  50. The Tigger Movie
  51. Dinosaur
  52. The Emperor’s New Groove
  53. Recess: School’s Out
  54. Atlantis: The Lost Empire
  55. Monsters, Inc.
  56. Return to Neverland
  57. Lilo and Stitch
  58. Spirited Away
  59. Treasure Planet
  60. The Jungle Book 2
  61. Piglet’s Big Movie
  62. Finding Nemo
  63. Brother Bear
  64. Teacher’s Pet
  65. Home on the Range
  66. The Incredibles
  67. Pooh’s Heffalump Movie
  68. Howl’s moving Castle
  69. Valiant
  70. Chicken Little
  71. Bambi II
  72. The Wild
  73. Cars
  74. Meet the Robinsons
  75. Ratatouille
  76. WALL-E
  77. Tinker Bell
  78. Roadside Romeo
  79. Bolt
  80. Up
  81. Ponyo
  82. Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure
  83. A Christmas Carol
  84. The Princess and the Frog
  85. Toy Story 3
  86. Tales from Earthsea
  87. Tangled
  88. Gnomeo and Juliet
  89. Mars Needs Moms
  90. Cars 2
  91. Winnie the Pooh
  92. The Secret World of Arietty
  93. Arjun: the Warrior Prince
  94. Brave
  95. Secret of the Wings
  96. Frankenweenie
  97. Wreck-It Ralph
  98. Monsters University
  99. Planes
  100. Frozen
  101. The Pirate Fairy
  102. The Wind Rises
  103. Planes: Fire and Rescue
  104. Big Hero 6
  105. Strange Magic
  106. Tinker Bell and the Legend of the Neverbeast
  107. Inside Out 
  108. The Good Dinosaur
  109. Zootopia
  110. Finding Dory
  111. Moana
  112. Cars 3
  113. Coco

Huh. What do you know. Mulan 2 isn’t even a theatrical release!

49 films out of 113. This is bad. I have a lot to catch up on.

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Splash Splash LOVE!

Splash Splash LOVE is a Korean drama, with only 2 episodes!

Before this, I’d watched a series of shows, three shows, all romantic comedy, but with a touch of fantasy, known as Three Colour Fantasy. Each show is 6 episodes long, and each episode is half an hour long, only. So for three solid nights, I watched them, one show a day, because they were really hard to stop watching. More on that later.

Splash Splash LOVE is, like most K-drama that I prefer, a simple story of love. But this “simple” story of love takes place in the Joseon era in Korea. A really long time ago. And our main heroine has to take up her SATs, a really important exam in changing the course of your life. And she’s scared. Who isn’t, right? It’s the one exam that can make or break your life.

So on the day of the exam, she is sopping wet as she arrives to her school. But she couldn’t take the tension so she runs away to a park near by. It’s raining this whole time, and she looks into a puddle and sees some people there. Hm, what could it be?

She steps through it, and off she goes to the Joseon era, emerging from the well in the middle of the palace, where an execution is going on and she, when she should’ve been quiet, interfered. All hell breaks loose and things take on a totally unexpected turn.

She ends up tutoring the king in modern Mathematics, all under the guise of her being a man. But the clever king knows that she isn’t a he. He says, “I’ve hugged you a few times. Do you think I won’t know?”

I love this one because it is totally funny and a really good story within such a short span of time. And also totally relatable in parts where she needs to take her SATs. I loved the main actress because she isn’t your typical, oh-so-pretty-and-tall types. She is short and funny  and has great acting skills.

It was a fun watch!

 

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Black Coffee

I’ve always wondered why and how people drank black coffee. Normal, filter coffee with no sugar itself is unbearable to drink, and on top of that, how would people drink pure black coffee?!

I was at IIHS (Indian Institute for Human Settlements) today for this three-day writing workshop called City Scripts, and after I’d had lunch (a box of yummy carrot sandwiches that I finally got to eat all by myself!) I decided to have coffee because I hadn’t had it all day. I took a mug, and filled it about 1/4th under the mug, and looked around for milk.

I looked for five minutes, but with no luck. I finally noticed that the tap next to the hot water tap was labelled hot milk. Phew. I placed my mug under the tap and twisted it.

Nothing. Not one drop of milk and the only evidence that there was even milk in it before was the fact that the plate below the tap had remnants of milk, forming stains, slowly. I didn’t want to throw away that beautiful, fresh dicoction, and I didn’t know if i could drink it by myself. I remember once Pappa telling me that we South Indians have to mix some hot water with the dicoction to drink it because it’s way too strong. I just added two spoons of sugar, and took a sip.

At first, my thought was, “Why is it sour?”

I expected it to be bitter, and it was, a little bit, like a background taste, but it was more sweet and sour. I kept taking larger sips each time and I’d soon finished it. There was little sugar left at the bottom, so totally not guilty for wasting anything.

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I’m back!

I am back after my deliberate, 2-week hiatus.

I was actually thinking of skipping today and starting fresh from Monday, but then I stood outside our balcony, the summer breeze making its way to us, stirring up all the dried leaves off the ground, the clear sky which was this perfect shade of ultramarine blue that I loved, and I thought to myself, “Why push? Just do it!”

When I decided to take a break, I thought I’ll spend the whole time moping about how I am itching to write and blog and tell you all what was happening (nothing was happening) but I didn’t feel it. I was just calm and quite honestly, blogging had become a little stressful. I’m glad that I took this break because I can now clearly see (or so I think) that even if I stop blogging, no one would miss it. And that’s okay. But I would. I would miss blogging and connecting with the people all over the world and reading fascinating stories that would bring a smile on my face and think, “Wow. This is so amazing.” I would miss this learning process. After all, isn’t that what life is all about?

A lot of things did happen while I was away. I got shortlisted for an interview for the University that I applied for and the interview date is on the 28th. I’ll be going to Mumbai for the interview and I’m so pumped because it’s the first time I’ll be going there! I will definitely put up a post of the travels. Wish me luck for my interview!

I’ve been paining a bit. I’ve been Bullet Journalling a LOT. You can see the pictures on my Instagram feed on the right. I’ts been a sort of a healing process because even though I don’t know where I stand with my art —  media, theme, subject, anything— I like it here because of the uncertainty. That means my options are endless.

I’ve gotten back to writing letters to people again. I sort of had this block; I don’t know what to term it, but I did not feel like writing to anybody, make postcards or even write Postcrossing cards. I felt… weird. Was I bored? Not at all, no. I think I’d drained out all my energy for that particular part of my life.

I’ve been watching a lot of K-drama. A. LOT. In my two weeks hiatus alone, I’ve watched 2 K-drama. Which is quite a number for me because I cannot commit to the shows all that much. But I’ve loved them. I began watching this Taiwanese drama today, so hopefully, I’ll take it slow and watch one or two episodes a day because otherwise, I’ll have to take a hiatus on everything in life.

I began exercising! I’m using the Nike Training Club App that my friend Indu suggested and it’s only my 4th day of working out but I feel so much better. I’m not as sore as I was yesterday — I could barely sit or stand without grunting— and I’m glad because I have places to go tomorrow!

I —finally— submitted an essay for the Barbra Naidu essay competition that Meta always holds. For three years, I’ve been wanting to submit an essay and I’d decided that not matter what, I would submit an essay this year. The theme was “Friending/Unfriending” and honestly, there couldn’t have been a better topic for me to be motivated to write about. And even though I’d been planning on writing since the end of January, I only got around to finish it a day before the submission day. I guess deadlines motivate me more than the will to finish!

Meta this year went without a bang for me because I couldn’t attend it at all. I’m a little sad, but I guess it was meant to be.

I’m sad that I haven’t watched more than two films at home so far this year. I gotta get back in my film-watching zone and reading zone. My year in reading started off great but now I’m in a slump. But again, that’s okay. I’ve learnt that I’m allowed to be and it will help regain my love for reading and watching films.

I’m glad I took the break. But I’m ecstatic to be back.

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Tatta Hitotsu no Koi

One and only love, Japanese drama.

I’m not even going to try and pull its leg this time, because seriously, I just loved it.

The outline of this story is simple: a poor boy, Kanzaki Hiroto and a rich girl, Tsukioka Nao fall in love. Seems cliched, right? But I swear, there is nothing cliched about this whole plot. It may not be fresh, it may not be the most original concept, but somehow, it gave feels. Full feels, everywhere.

The best part, one of the best parts is, how they are not overly affectionate, and you can see the love in their eyes. It’s just so pure and genuine that you want them to be happy forever in live. But unfortunately life doesn’t work that way  and sometimes, the people who want you to be happy are the ones who end up hurting you the most because they seem to think what’s right and best for you. Adults’ logic is crap.

The whole show is just slow, and wistful and melancholy. I had previously watched FOUR (IKR. Surprises me too.) Korean dramas and transitioning to Japanese was little hard because where Korean shows are concerned, they are a little loud and straight forward and quite colourful. Japanese, on the other hand, are generally quite subdued. Their colour palette have mostly grays and whites and black in them, with tints and shades of other colours. This difference was very evident between the two. But not necessarily good or bad. Just different.

And the music was just as different, too. Tatta Hitotsu No Koi had slow, nostalgic music, and your attention will not waver anywhere else. It is simple and beautiful.

I just loved this so much. If you, like me, are a romance lover and love asian drama, I strongly suggest this one. However, this is not a very “fun” show, unlike She Was Pretty.  Full feels, only.

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Sam and Pari

Happy birthday, Sam!

When they say “opposites attract”, they don’t just mean it for people who are romantically involved with each other. It also holds good for “soul-sisters” which is just exactly what Sam and I are. Where I am all too-sweet and smiley most of the times to most people, Sam is sassy and sarcastic and real to everyone; she will tell you exactly how you made her feel without fear; I love and admire and also maybe a little bit jealous of this the most.

The day of the orientation is a strange day for all Environmental Science students, with all the students’ faces, eyes wide, lips unmoving, screaming one emotion: what is happening? Prabhakar sir conducts a small “ice-breaker” for us to get to know each other to get through the day. The seniors also talk with us and give us snacks, which is one of the many traditions of the department. After the general introduction — names, where we were from and what we hoped to become— there were two things that we all do in that ice-breaker session: one – stand in two concentric circles, place one of your hands on top of the person’s standing in front of you, look into their eyes, and talk.

Two – A skit. Sir told us two stories. One was about the eagle and the chickens and the other about the caterpillars who went on pilgrimage. And only half of those stories were told. We were supposed to complete it and enact it with no dialogues, as a team with a bunch of people we just met.

It was an awkward situation for all of us. I didn’t know anybody, nobody knew me, so I just slunk into a group which later, I remembered, was with Smriti, Indu, Passang and Sam and someone else— probably Jyothi.

We chose the caterpillar story and somehow, we did it. After the “act”, my seat was gone and I ended up sitting next to this long-haired girl that I hadn’t come across in the concentric circle introduction, but was in the skit group with me. She looked at me with huge eyes, put her hand to her chest and said, “Hi, I’m Samudyatha,” slowly and carefully, so I could get her name the first time — as I understood later. I smiled at her; her accent seemed like mine, laced with Kannada and I knew we’d fit. Everybody else I had talked to all day had accents that seemed different to me; more alien, more high-standard, more spontaneous, more…English-y and I kept thinking, maybe I’m the only one here. And my confidence levels were not too high that day.

Her number was the first that I put on my brand new Nokia 525 that day. I spelled her name right on the first try and her name, till date, doesn’t have “SJC” next to it. It’s not like I’d find another Samudyatha in my life. And definitely no one like her.

Sam and I have lots of mental lists: the “ugh” list, the “how-do-you-know-them” list, the “what-is-she-wearing-and-why-even” list and the famous “hate” list. Up until third year, I would point to someone and say, “I hate that person.” She would laugh and ask why. I would say that I don’t know; or I couldn’t remember. Sometimes, she would agree. Other times, I would agree with her choice of person of hatred, usually someone extraordinarily obnoxious. But if we were asked to write a list, we wouldn’t be able to. I don’t even know half the people’s names and I can’t remember the half that I do know. But if I ever face them again, on the planet or on my screen, my heart would just know.

Orange is her favourite colour, black coming a close second. She and Indu are favourite-colour buddies. They usually go on about how they don’t get clothes of their favourite colour when I try to slink into my desk and go unnoticed. This was true and untrue for me: I don’t like pink but I own a good amount of pink clothes, but I love blue and white, and clothes in these colours aren’t very hard to find and I make it a point not to buy them. Sam wore an orange and black short top over black pants for her first birthday in college. Hers was the first birthday we ever celebrated, complete with a small black forest cake from our omnipresent Surya bakery, and a tiny blue card that I made, with a black and orange cake at one corner. What a coincidence.

The second time I’d ever performed slam poetry was during Pratibha of 2016. The theme was “The World Through Your Eyes”, and I’d written about Bangalore, of course, and I’d written my poem in class a few minutes before and I’d shown it to her. She loved it. Stage fright isn’t all that new to me but when I did freeze up, just two lines into my poem, I looked at Sam sitting right in front of me, two rows deep, with Prince, Arun, Smriti and DJ; a familiar, reassuring face. But it was more than that; she prompted me my own poem, when the only copy was in my hands. Determined not to disappoint her, I gathered myself quickly, and performed without anymore frights.

During second year, our zoology practical labs were very easy. We studied the same things in theory also. It isn’t anything new; it happens all three years, but this particular year was different. Three hour labs were stretched to the point where all of us were asleep by 4. Including the teacher. We decided to take utmost advantage of it: Sam began learning photography. Prince used to carry his camera a lot back then, because of some or the other frequent events; either he was asked to cover it or he simply brought it on a whim. On Wednesday afternoons, during lab time, after our half hour lecture on the topic, and another half hour for our records, we were forced to stay at least till 3:30. Prince goes over the basics and she clicks whatever she fancies. Sometimes, I model for her. When I had received my first ever physical book for reviewing, I had taken it to college — to take pictures of it, of course — and she took it with me holding it, all smiles, my hair coming undone with that flimsy clip that I was wearing but not caring anyway. She still uses that picture for my caller id on her phone.

One particular Friday during February in our third year was very nasty for her. She’d come only in the second period and when I looked at her face, something was wrong. I felt like we had reached that level where we could gauge each other’s moods with just one look.

In zoology classes, the most unfortunate thing of us sitting in the first bench happened all the time, from the first year till the last. One day, sometime in the second year, Sam, Prince, DJ and I snagged the last bench in one of the “strict” (read as: fake-intimidating and spiteful) teacher’s class. When he didn’t find us in the first bench, he called us front, with a disapproving look on his face. Sam and I hated it. We couldn’t take another class but somehow, we had to survive the rest of the year and the next year. We bunked that teacher’s class the next week. Sometimes, even the goody good ones need a breather. Sam hardly ever bunked classes, but she never missed an opportunity. She and I bunked the same teacher’s class in third year; just that class, which we hardly ever did. Prince and DJ refused; being boys, they couldn’t afford to fall 0.1 % on their attendance. She just rolls her eyes and we walk down towards the quadrangle, to our adda.

After a few initial shocks, she has gotten used to mine and Indu’s bouts of fangirling. At some point, after I was introduced to Colleen Hoover by Indu and fallen in love with her books, it was Sam’s turn. She fell irrevocably in love with CoHo’s books and writing, especially the book Confess. Soon, she also joined our little “fangirling” sessions wherever Colleen Hoover was involved.

Whenever I’m stuck drawing, in my record or in any of the Christmas cards that I make every year, she draws them for me, without a second thought. She point-blank refuses to draw for Darshan, even when he flashes his “charming” smile. She was the first person that I thought of when the idea of keeping an arts and crafts stall during Nirvaan first, then later Meta. She and I made the perfect team: we shared ideas and did some of the crafts not-so-secretly in class.

Besides sharing love and passion towards saving the environment, there was a mutual love and penchant for the arts and crafts and cribbing about people and boring classes. Third year Tuesdays were the worst. After a whole morning of classes, without breaks, we had our dissertation lab right after lunch. That lab was all thinking and not much working because in the initial days, our group hadn’t gone sampling yet and all we had to do was sit and read up or get long lectures by Prabs about how we’re lagging behind.

She’s my tea-coffee partner; my advisory; I can burn food for her and she’d still eat it happily because I made it for her. She’s the one I go to when I’m really happy or really sad. There’s an open honesty about her that makes you want to trust her. The first month I met her, I barely knew her, but deep in my bones, I was right: she is more than a friend or a best friend even. She’s a sister to me.

This is the first year since the last three years that we haven’t celebrated her birthday together. She has this smartness to her, like a sniffer dog or a metal detector; she knows when we’re hiding something. It isn’t easy, the hiding, since we’re almost always together, but we make it work. One of my biggest dreams is to give her the perfect birthday, and I hope I can do that when we’re not studying together.

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Time-off

Lately, whenever I sit down to paint or write, feeling all motivated and pumped, the feeling is quickly dampened by one huge negative thought: why am I doing this?

And more than the question itself being negative, the answers are. I am not good enough at painting. I don’t make good enough art. I don’t write well enough. I feel totally and utterly useless and worthless.

I know we all have these phases. I have them quite often and I’ve put those “episodes” of creative block up here on my blog. But this time, it feels worse.

Every time I sit down to paint, I look up for some inspiration, I think that I shouldn’t make art anymore because I will never get there. I will never inspire people through my art and I think, where will I end up? Even if I keep practising to get better, what is the use of all of this? Why am I moving forward? What’s pushing me?

I don’t know. I honestly have no clue. I’d lined up a few ideas for my blog posts here and I can’t type beyond the first few words. I’m falling behind in so many things it feels like my life is going backwards.

There was an episode of Jules and James where Jules had a sort of a creative block. James suggested that they do things apart from their passions; James had to avoid painting and Jules had to cease from writing or reading for a week. And I thought, huh. Will this actually work?

Time to test it.

As soon as I reach 300 posts, or February (whichever is the earliest) I will cease from blogging. On all three blogs. Poetry, books and life. Every time I get the urge to put up a post, I will write it down by hand and wait for at least two weeks to pass. I will also try to avoid social media, especially Pinterest, because as much as I love it, it also drives me crazy.

I will do what I do best: watch films, shows, paint my heart out, not worry about having pretty and expensive watercolours, not worry about my mediocre art skills and read. Maybe write also, but we’ll see.

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Exam nervousness

I’d almost forgotten how it was to write an exam that your future depended on. Almost.

On Saturday, the Jan 6th, I wrote an entrance for the only university that I applied to this year. And I was nervous.

Two days before the exam was the worst. I studied a bit, but then I knew I was nervous because I couldn’t sleep. I knew I couldn’t, so I spent the first hour of “trying” to sleep by listening to some music. I’ve always done that. It calms me down and distracts me from the ever-present feeling of impending doom.

But on the day of the exam, I don’t feel anything. This is an aptitude test. You’re supposed to be able to solve many of the questions with knowledge from school and a few of them with instincts.

Pappa was with me (as he always is for any entrance exams for me or Akka) and he bought me tea to help me calm down. It did. Also the fact that I made eye contact with a cute stranger helped.

So I took a deep breath, expelling out all those negative notions in me that says that something will go wrong, and got started on my test. I didn’t care that there were more than 300 people writing this test with me at the same location; nor the fact that if i don’t ace this, I don’t know what the future lies ahead. I just read my questions, chose my answers and thanked whoever it was that set the paper that there was no negative marking.

 

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2018 Bullet Journalling

I’m running out of ideas to blog (I know there’s still that 100 things thingy, but not motivated enough to write that) so I am back with another Bullet Journal post! Last December, in 2016, I began bullet journalling, in the hopes that my life may get a little more organized. It was quite organized, but more than that, it was extremely fun and creative. There’s a lot of rubbish, too, but mostly I had fun. I kept thinking of new themes and layouts for every month and week, and my art skills have also improved so much. I’m really proud of it.

But this year, because my old spiral bound book got over and had use a new one, I decided to use a dotted notebook. Dotted notebooks are so much prettier and there’s no limit as to what you can do. I decided to keep a minimalism theme, using just black and little colour here and there. No intricate designs as of now, but who knows in the coming months?

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Namaskara 2018” The Kannada version of Namaste 

The only bit of colour is the front page. I wanted to start off with a positive note, and I was really happy with how the wreath came out. But then I ruined it with the flowers. Anyway, moving on.

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2018 Calendar 

Keeping it simple is not as easy as it looks. The precision is very important, which is why I had to tear out the first calendar I made.

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I made this page last year, too! I kept it the same way as last time, but instead of using colour, I just kept it monochrome, which looks so much better, might I add?

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This is also a log to keep track of all the films that I’ve watched because I’ll be going to BIFFES (Bengaluru International Film Festival) so this will help me remember. Again, really happy with this one.

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It’s a good thing this year started off on a Monday, right? This is the first time I drew a calendar like this, so in February, I’m thinking of squeezing it in width and expanding it in height, so I can have squarish boxes, instead of rectangular ones.

Also my goals seem quite realistic. I will dedicate more time to my baby.

That’s it for now! I’ll probably update on it, every month or so, but lets see.

Do you keep a bullet journal? Do you like organizing? Do you journal, in general? Do let me know! I’d love to hear what you do!