Let's! Go! FLY a KITE!!

I really hate the weird sounds planes make. Like, when it's in the air and the ka-hum reduces as if it's an appliance about to go off. But, aside from that, I love me some planes. I'd forgotten how much I like flying, to the point I get a little bit emotional. I'd forgotten how smug I feel when I watch passengers who were silly enough to wear lots of metal and overcomplicated, metal, shoes. That jump in your tummy at takeoff, as if you have a crush on the skies and your heart leaps to meet it every time, to soar too. The ant farm that everything below becomes, reducing common problems (like traffic) to peasize. The sunlight glinting off the aeroplane wing when all you can see is shine and blue. That blinking light that remains constant, like a good boyfriend. :D

That flight was like a jav ride, though. It took shorter to get there than it would to get to town from my digz. Ha, and there's a sign on the wing that says 'Do not step out of this area.' Yeah right. Because that's bloody likely.

I like haikus (form of...Japanese? Poetry, in which first line is 5 syllables, then 7, then 5). When I wasn't laughing at statements on the plane, I was writing those. Find below. Like an exam question. Lol.

Tripping on mountains.
Clouds and a breeze The wing says
Do not step out. Nope!

Pressurized cabin.
Is that to say no farting?
Will the plane blow up?

tSN

JUWIIIIZZZZZZZ

Like a grown up, today I went and bought many things that the world says one should have in a grown up's house (clearly, this is quite the bone of contention/main underlying theme with me). One of these was a fridge.

The fridge section tends to be boring. Especially the cheap fridge section. Annoyance #1 was the fact that the price of the fridge was not what everyone I had asked said it would be. A difference of 2gs is still a difference.

2, all fridges are a boring colour. They all want to be in a 20s black and white/Charlie Chaplin movie. Oh look, I'm black! And I'm grey! White over here! Where are the reds, the blues, the oranges? WHAT'S THE POINT OF THE RAINBOW??

3, APPARENTLY Nakumatt charges you to deliver, which I do not think they should, especially as my digz is behind the supermarket. The number of smart points I got made me feel a tad better, but...still. Aisee. It's like the way Steers decided to be douches and only deliver if I ordered over a k worth of food. Ati because I live far. WHERE is that on your poster, Mr. Galito man? False advertising is the downfall of eateries and government institutions. *sigh* See why I need a car?

Point is, I have a fridge. Time to do some BLAMING! Not that I need a fridge to blame it, it just seemed like an appropriate way to end the...no?...ok.

tSN

p.s. I AM ON WHATSAPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D

Film: The Hobbit | An Unexpected Journey

Yes, I did. I watched it before you. LOL.

I had some apprehension going into this movie; first, because I would rather Christopher Nolan not ruin yet another epic from me, and second, I mean, aside from Star Wars, are prequels ever worth it?

YES.

I loved it! All of it. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. It was beautifully shot in beautiful places. The 3D rocked! Ah, Imax, it had been too long. :o) It was rarely funny, but when it was funny, it was funny. It was scary when it was, moving when it was...and such a guy flick. You see ONE chick in the whole movie (unless some of the Orcs...I mean, I can't tell, can I). The Dwarf King is a H.O.T.T.I.E.! Yes sir, please dwarf me with your...size...anytime. LOOOOOOL. I LOVED seeing old favourites (this isn't a spoiler, they say it in the previews and things) like Gandalf and the Lady of Lorien, King Elrond...once again, it made me reminiscient of WOT. AND, AND, AND, I actually REMEMBERED one of the Gollum rhymes, which is so unusual because I read this book when I was 10. I didn't want the movie to end, at all, and again, as apprehensive as I was about there being 3 movies for a 300 page long book, Peter Jackson has done it again. This whole movie gave me the fuzzies (especially when Mr Dwarf King Man and his...armour...was on screen...ok I'll stop); the kind you can only get from a movie whose history you know and have watched grow, like a nostalgic looking-forward-to-the-next-ones type. A sound 4 out of 5, tying with Nairobi Half Life for 3rd best movie of the year...unless Django Unchained is a cray cray masterpiece. We shall have to wait and see. (also, the Star Trek trailer? SOOOOO watching it next year!!!!!)

tSN

Film: Pitch Perfect

Aside from my brilliant writing, I used to belong to one of the best a cappella groups ever (shout out to my boy Mike, who's gonna fly my private plane when I'm rich). We were pretty fantastic. I was just the talent, but the two guys behind the magic (magic here referring to vocal arrangements and...all that stuff that talent doesn't know) were...magical, y'know? Those were great times in my life.

I watched Pitch Perfect and I was insulted. By so many things. The great thing about it was the songs, which I didn't feel there were enough of, but whatever. I liked that they picked people with strange faces, not classic beauties or muscled jocks, like Stomp the Yard. Not that I'm complaining, sigh...but everything else about this movie sucked. The plotlines, character developments and so-called moral takeaway were all over the place, as was the script, the comedy, the...everything. The saving graces were a few characters (Rebel Wilson and Skylar Astin rocked), and like I said, the songs. I raised my eyebrows a lot, partially from confusion and partially trying really hard to stay awake through the garbled tieback romanticism of The Breakfast Club. I was even further insulted that it has a 77% on Rotten Tomatoes, which I think is a laughable travesty.

An a cappella/singoff movie is a hard movie to make, I agree. It's like a dance movie; all you want to do is focus on the voice. Even with Glee, I think there is a lot lacking but they make up for it. Or you get used to it. Whatever. With PP, they didn't even try. These folks clearly wrote a script when they were asleep.

It gets a 2 out of 5. And that is a looooooooooooooooooow 2.

Ati they want to make a sequel. I need to get back to singing.

tSN

Moving on UP!

My 20 jobs are going fine, thank you very much.

How I ended up moving out is I got tired of the situation I was in (i.e. not being able to have arbitrary sleepovers and trips to Lamu, lol) and so I purposed -really hard! - and moved. I think there is a lot to be said for getting the universe on your side. When I get tired, I move on. I always want more, in my life, I always want a higher level and quality of life. Which I didn't discover until they started constructing new apartments in my concrete backyard in Foreverland. I was SO done...

So now, I am tired of matatus. Gone are the days when the loud music was hip and the conductors were cute. Now, I'm just irritated all the freaking time. Javving makes me nauseous, sitting next to smelly/uncouth people makes me nauseous, having to get into a jav in the first place with a rude and practically inhuman (I swear condis act like they were brought up by wolves. But that seems like an insult to the wolves. I mean, I know I'm not a dog person, but damb) conductor is simply a crime against humanity #noRuto. It's time, dear readers; it's time for a car. I'm putting it out there, and will be accepting donations henceforth.

tSN

I CHOOSE LIFE!! (pahahahahahahahahahahahahaha)

My eyes are getting ready to write placards decrying the inhumane treatment they have been forced to endure at my...eyeballs. It's 2 in the morning, and I am awake, doing my job...blogging. Ha, no. I just sent in something that was due a while back. Lately, my life seems to be full of those.

I quit my job a few months ago. I missed my bed greatly. I wanted to be able to pick and choose days to go to work and days to not go. I wanted freedom. Versatility. FREEDOM.

My friend told me I am a spoilt brat for quitting. That all ADULTS do is things they do not like long enough to get to the point that they can do things that they do like. I was irritated at her perspective, mostly because, a, I am not an adult (ignore my rent moans and existence of the word job in this post), and b, the world is bleak enough already without your friends telling you what you can, can't, shouldn't be doing, neh? I ignored the (disillusioned and slightly) and enjoyed the rest of her company.

I've stuffed my face with more cake than I have eaten this whole year. There's stomach in my cake. My day was such a whirlwind of guests and work, there was no time for proper food. White forest cake, made with grapes and strawberries and cream that melts in your mouth like a compliant candy cane. In case you were wondering.

It's scary to quit. It's scary to freelance and have your dad ask you when you're going to get a real job. It's uncertain, and tormentous, and the irony is that I am doing more work than I have ever done before in my life. And I keep on taking more, because I am hungry. And I am foolish. And maybe, because I have never challenged myself before; because I have never bothered to push myself to stop being lazy, and see how much I can do (and buy a car. I really want a car)- I was always the kid being told I have so much potential- maybe it's worth it. Maybe I can choose what I want to do (quite frankly, who wants to do what they hate? And who says you have to? You don't have to do anything except stay black and die, unless you're MJ or JC), and do a lot of it, until I burn out or get rich - get rich or blog trying. Maybe I don't have to choose. Maybe it chose me.

It's nearly 3 and my eyes are now resigned to their fate. But I figure...I have to stay up. My hungry foolish eyes have so much left to see that I haven't seen. There's way too much living to be done.

tSN