First, they used to monitor us and read messages sent or received. (Invasion of privacy)
Then, the tower network fiasco
Now, this? This regime is not even trying to sugarcoat it now. There are no curtains anymore. George Orwell's 1984 is becoming a reality. I mean, seriously, wtaf do they want with this country?
So, I own a Vaporesso Eco Nano 2. It's compact and has big tank (6 ml) and everyone gets amazed when they look at it.
Well, enough about that. The reason why I'm here is I need help. So, I'm still a beginner regarding pods and think twice before with my device. The problem occurred 4 days ago when I got my tank refilled. It stopped doing smooth draws like any other vaporesso product (huge fan btw). I had to pull hard like a straw unable to pull the juice. In 5 draws, the coil spits out the juice 3 times.
I showed it every one of my peers who are said-experts in pod devices but even they couldn't figure out what's wrong. We reached the conclusion that the coil is burnt. But I don't think it's burnt. The liquid hasn't turned brown and within draws it doesn't taste burnt.
Today, I somehow randomly decided to draw with the air holes (the sides of the tank) and the smooth draw returned, just before. Though the smoke is not dense like before.
What could be the problem and how can I fix it? I would really really appreciate the help. Thank you!
Edit: I almost forgot to add this. The coil I use is 0.6 ohm with 50 mg nic liquid. I also have the 1st gen eco nano tank, not the 2nd gen tank that comes pre-installed with the device.
So, this *COULD* be my final piece of writing I ever post out because idk what I'm going to do as I have only a drop of energy and sanity left to stay in the game.
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Take it as you will.
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Emotionally Unavailable Joint Family:
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(I'm the middle child and everything they say about the life of a middle child is true. True to the Tee)
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I used to be the child who was easy to tease and would overreact to the teasing, with anger. And as you all might know, the one who get teased easily is the center of target and source of good entertainment. I was that. As I grew older (when I reached class 6th), I had a moment of self reflection and I decided to control my anger and not give the reaction they want when they teased. They teased, I smiled and laughed with them. Instead of stopping, I got teased more. They started overdoing it because I was "okay" with it. Slowly, I stopped giving a reaction. I was just done. They never stopped, I started avoiding family gatherings. They still never stopped. I gave up and then came adulthood. I decided to voice my opinions in the calmest and most respectful manner. My older brother started mimicking me infront of everyone, no matter how serious or good my opinions were. Everybody would just laugh at my face and slowly but surely, I stopped talking. My mouth is sealed off. I stopped attending family gatherings and I stopped talking. No one, absolutely no one, not even my own parents decided to check what was going on with me. They just said "you have so negative vibes. Fix it" lmao.
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I was in college when I first confided in my parents, thinking they're my parents and if they heard what I was going through at least I will get the glimpse of the care and love I longed for. I told them I am depressed and I need help. What a fool I was. They literally chuckled at my face and their faces were literally saying "depression? Ni**a you don't even know what depression is. F*** off with this bulls**t." That right there is what kills a child right then and there.
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I'm 27 now. And if I scold the children of my uncles and aunts for disrespecting, the whole joint family just jumps on me like a hungry lion who found a big slab of meat. I can't scold them now and they literally flip me off when I'm near them. Self esteem dies there. I am nothing but a slab of meat blessed to my family by God. They can cuss me out, beat the living s**t out of me, make their kids piss on me and if I give a reaction, God help me because the thunder strikes hard and strikes bad.
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It's pretty common knowledge that one doesn't have the privacy in joint families. That's also the case here because I share a room with my 2 brothers. I literally can't even crash out, punch a wall or silently cry my eyes out without becoming the center of attention and my despair becoming the topic of their stand-up comedic routine, with me on the hot seat and getting roasted to oblivion. So, I keep all that frustration to myself.
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First Generation Medical Graduate in the family:
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(You have that piece of paper? Good. Roll it up, shove it up your black hole and start spitting money, you son of a b***h)
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With all the lack of self-esteem and confidence, I was barely able to drag myself out of the hell, that is private university. I had no prior guidance, no emotional support, nothing. I learned things when it was too late. Like the fact that I need to start my internship by third semester in order gain up huge amounts of EXP points and training. I was in 6th semester by then. I was doing BS in Medical Imaging Technology (Beginner level Radiologist). Now, nobody in my family knows about the medical field. All they knew was big money will come after graduation. I had no "taluqaat" to utilize to get a job, no experience to make myself stand out. All I could do was get internships and break my back for free (the hospital where I was interning was like "pay us money if you want to break your back for free here." It was a government hospital). So, because of all these factors and the factors above, I couldn't start earning. Lo and behold, my despair became the topic of amusement for my family yet again.
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To add the cherry on my already ruined mental health, I was engaged in the family. Now, both families can kick me around and hound me to start earning and open my own f***ing lab. Despite the fact that I told my family countless times that don't talk to me about marriage before I become financially stable, but who the hell cares about the opinions of the middle-born, right? The noose around my neck gets tighter.
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Life in Pakistan:
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(Oh my sweet boy, you finally crossed the biggest obstacle. And you're barely breathing and barely alive. Now, here's the obstacle that's a 100 times more difficult and will k*ll you. Tee-hee, good luck)
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When all hope was lost, I was finally blessed with glimmer of hope. I ran towards it. An institution that can teach me how to perform an ultrasound. Now, I can learn, gain experience, get the machine and open up my own lab. I can finally earn. And.... Scene! Good job, everyone. Bring him back to reality. Bang! We have a council now and wants us to get a license. And even if you get a license that certifies you as a medical imaging technologist, you can't make a report in ultrasound. Yup, you own a lab and need an FCPS f***ing certified doctor to write and sign the reports. Why? F*** you and your toilet paper that you call a degree, that's why. Oh, you can't own a lab either. It's against the rules and yes, we hate you and want you to suffer. F*** you very much. Told my parents this, and got called an idiot because all of it, somehow and somewhere in the multiverse, is my fault. ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME!?
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And before anyone says, yes, I tried working in a call center. Told my parents to get their blessings. The blessing, in question, was "HAH! 4 years of studying medical and you want to work in a f***ing call center?" After 3 years, they gave me the permission. Tried everywhere only to get rejected despite having a good control at spoken English and urdu. Tried again, got rejected again.
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This life... this d*** life. Turned my hair and beard grey at 27 and my hair are falling off like rain. These demons in my head, these thoughts, these voices constantly whispering to let all of my frustrations out, to act on my intrusive and destructive thoughts.
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It's all getting unbearable. My resolve, morality and self-control gets weaker each day and I'm running out of energy to keep them intact.
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For me, it's either this... or ending my life, once and for all. Because nothing good is going to happen in my life. I can't wait anymore. I want to die a Muslim and not an agnostic. My life has been nothing but hell upon hell and I hope this life is the punishment for giving up.
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Thank you all for reading. Idk if there is a TL;DR I can type out, but I'll try.
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TL; DR: My life is hell. I'm on the verge of giving up.
So, news has been surfacing that a new The Godfather book is set to release in 2027, titled "Connie", written by Adriana Trigiani. The Mario Puzo Estate has greenlit the book.
Premise: The book will be written through Connie Corleone's POV and begin during The Depression Era.
My take: No disrespect towards women but I don't think the book is going to be great. First, nobody asked for it. Connie is a pretty forgettable character and even if we take the movies into consideration, she was the pivotal character only in the third movie. Most fans have favored a Tom Hagen spin-off book and I agree with them. Bro is the most interesting and mysterious character in the whole book and movie and deserves his own POV book. Most articles about it have the headline "Godfather book with a woman's perspective, written by a woman" so they're mostly playing on how a woman survives The Godfather setting. And, in my opinion, that should be Kay Adams, Michael's wife. A literal outsider who sees the love of her life change overtime. Now, that would be a compelling story if we're going woman-centric Godafather storyline.
Apologies if my statements have triggered someone. Just wanted to give my opinion on it.