What It's Like to Jump Back into the Craziness of Pretty Little Liars
The Vampire Diaries, Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill—all the best teen shows run out of juice at some point, say, season four or five (or six or seven or eight...). That's when exes get back together for the nth time, when yet another town secret is revealed, when a long-lost family member enters the picture. But what if the drama was insane right from the start? That's when things get really interesting. Here are a few things that blew my mind upon returning to Rosewood after some time away for the last few episodes of Pretty Little Liars.
Who the Heck Is A.D.?
I thought we were done with this game? But of course not, it wouldn't be PLL without some all-knowing, all-powerful baddie wrecking havoc on the girls' lives. This A.D. is seriously upping the ante with the very lifelike facemasks—and not the soothing kind that's part of your skin care routine—of our main girls. In one episode, Hanna is made to cut into her "doll," the (hopefully fake) blood gushing out onto her dining table. The same episode ends with a gross finger delivered to the police department.
But Wait, There's More
The latest shocker is that A.D. stole the eggs that Emily donated last season, fertilized them, and grew them in Ali's belly without either of the girls' consent. What??? Sit on that one for a minute and let the craziness sink in. In Spencer’s words, "A.D. has stopped playing games and started playing God."
Long Lost Mom
So apparently Spencer's biological mom is Mary Drake, the twin sister of Jessica DiLaurentis, biological mom of Charles/Charlotte DiLaurentis, and overall sketchy person who may or may not be on A.D.'s team. Very confused by the turn of events that make the Hastings and DiLaurentis families even more entwined.
The Dating Scene
Remember when Spencer and Caleb were an actual thing? Now Caleb's back with Hanna, Spencer is dating someone new, and Spencer and Caleb can stand to be in the same room and even talk about personal stuff. Some things have sort of stayed the same: Aria is still with Ezra but they're going through a rough patch, while Emily is seeing Paige again. As for Toby? He got married and became a widower on the same day. The. Same. Day.
The Girls Are All Grown-Up Now
They're all hustling in their chosen fields, even as A.D. tries to sabotage their career plans. It's a miracle how they still have jobs after all that A.D. has put them through. On a lighter note, the girls' always on-point outfits are a lot more believable (though still aspirational) now that they’re free from school restrictions and making their own money, or in Hanna’s case, making clothes for a living.
Speaking of Hanna, remember when the internet dubbed her the true genius of the group? Well, here's another pro tip from her: if you want to hide something from a boy (hopefully something nice like a surprise gift, and not a ticking time bomb of a phone like Hanna's), keep it in your purse. "What? Guys aren't going to go through a girl's purse because they're too afraid to accidentally touch a tampon." Okay? Makes sense? Can we get some guys to confirm this, please?
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If you know me, and know me well, I am not the biggest fan of idyllic lifestyles. With a Type A personality, I act immediately upon whatever challenge that needs to be addressed. I actually enjoy keeping my mind preoccupied: doing university work in my favourite cafe then running errands around town, grocery shopping here, updating my accounts there, photocopying documents on the way down the street - all just in time before having a glass of champagne at the bar with my friends come evening.
And so, you could imagine my bewilderment when the next challenge to be faced was an extensive self-quarantine protocol. I didn’t know what to do when my greatest responsibility in this situation was to do nothing at all. My first few attempts to combat my consternation were very much rooted in distraction and imagination. My distractions involved conducting research, writing songs, calling family and friends, filming videos, and eating chocolate! My imaginations and fantasies were centred on travelling, shopping, even clubbing (which I rarely do) for when they find a cure to COVID-19. I did anything and everything that could be considered constructive in order to pass the time, mainly hoping I could just undertake the basic human necessities to survive - that is, eat and sleep the day through - until the next day comes, until the world is closer to becoming a better place, until quarantine ends, until my flight follows through, until I see my family and friends again.
Days in self-isolation and suspended flights turned to weeks and turned to months. By the third extension here in Spain where I study Fashion Business, I had to tell myself this shall be my new normal now, that I was blessed to be healthy, that I was tired of merely existing and missed what it was like to actually live - even if just within four walls. Little by little, I began to find significance in the simple occurrences of the day: the soft glare of the rising sun beaming golden streaks through my bedroom window upon waking up, the fragrance of freshly washed bed sheets that I had painstakingly hung to fit a relatively small clothes rack without crumpling them, the crunch and tanginess of warm toasted bread topped with raspberry marmalade, the buzzing sound of a phone call from home just waiting to be answered, to the caress of a fuzzy sweater to keep warm at night. I realised, “What pleasures to be enjoyed in the pause of slow living!” Through this continued pause, which I loathed at first, I began to appreciate each moment of the day rather than wish it would pass more swiftly, moments I had overlooked so often before the lockdown. I started to find that the challenge of self-isolation was never to pause both the regular routines of life as well as the positive emotions that came with these - as initially, I thought it meant to pause all happiness, so as to withstand a time of endurance in hopes for a better tomorrow, much like a form of delaying gratification. Life is just too fragile these days to delay gratification any further.
Life has paused, but it has not stopped. Believe that like any punctuation mark in a sentence, the pause will provide the right timing of things to take place. Till then, let us not waste our time waiting. Instead, we could be in the moment, seek substance in simplicity (that is, in what we already have), And enjoy the pleasure in pause. “Practice the Pause. When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause, pray.”
Here's my two cents on the letter, call for help of our medical frontliners. Let’s hear what our healthcare workers have to say and try to understand it from their point of view, they have every right to criticize how this medical crisis is being handled by the government... after all, they're the experts on the topic. Though we see the frontliners as heroes in our eyes, the lack of concrete plans from the government to combat COVID-19 makes them feel otherwise. Healthcare workers are already starting to voice out how they feel as though they are being sacrificed as they follow through their sworn oath. We wouldn’t send our soldiers to war unarmed and without a concrete plan; the same should be expected for our frontliners. How can we send them to battle without proper gear? Why is there still a debate on whether mass testing is needed or not when the experts on that field continuously insist its importance in flattening the curve? Why is this still not the priority when it’s literally our lives on the line? It’s not like the medical experts demanding for mass testing are just stating their opinion about this mindlessly, they studied this laboriously. Make them feel heard so that all the sacrifices that they’re doing and all the deaths of their colleagues are not in vain. More than the words of praises, what our medical professionals truly need right now is TANGIBLE support. Here is to hoping they get that soon. @errren.22
*Minor edits have been made for clarity
Here is a photograph taken yesterday from the photo shoot I did in our house. ? I really love dressing up and being dolled up, it makes me feel great and confident of who I am ?
I was actually hesitant to post these pictures of mine. My sister eveb asked me to change my Facebook Profile Picture and it took me hours to decide if I should. But, I realized that this is me, the real me. I should be confident of my body and of who I really am.
At the end of the day, I dress up not for other people but for myself ? To all the ladies out there and even gentlemen who are taking a second to think if they should post their pictures, worried about what will others say their body, remember that we just need to be just ourselves. Be confident and let us support each other ? Let us be friends! IG: @romynaaaaaaa_