I have some complaints about the last half of 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'...
1. I believe that the title of the movie was misleading. It should have been called 'A movie loosely based on the book-'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows''. Ok...I understand that the movie can never be as good as the book but seriously??? In some ways I can't blame the director or whoever is in charge of the story-line 'cause they cut stuff out of previous movies and there was a snowball effect (haha! An African talking about snowballs :)) I should say mudslide or something...) but I was disappointed. I can't help it.
2.Why oh why did they change small things in the movie? It annoyed me. The Ron-Hermione kiss happened in the wrong place, it was supposed to be Crabbe and Goyle in the Room of Requirement, Nagini was killed in the wrong place and at the wrong time, why did Harry drop the resurrection stone? What was with the pensieve?? As noted by a good friend of mine, the pensieve seems to have been made more portable. It was like the way people used to use floppy disks and now they use flash disks. Oh...more things; WHY did Snape give tears instead of memories?! What was with the almost gay scene between Voldemort and Harry? Why didn't that curse in Bellatrix's vault also cause the stuff in the vault to burn akina Harry? Why did Harry have clothes on when he went to 'kings cross' after he 'died'?(hehe...my reasons for being annoyed at this are purely professional) I have a million more grievances but the more I type the more depressed I get.
3.Why did they make Snape look like a member of Kiss(the rock band)? I spent a large portion of the movie half-expecting him to chuck an electric guitar from under his robes :) lay off the powder and eye liner people!!!
4.Harry and Ginny had no chemistry whatsoever.
5.I didn't see Fred die. We just see his body. Not nearly as dramatic as I wanted it to be.
6.When Voldemort was killing Harry why did he have to say 'avada kedavra' the way he did? It was HILARIOUS!!!It totally took away the 'Oh my God!' feeling I was supposed to have. I laughed so loudly that the people in front of me looked back as if to say 'you heartless bitch!'...but it was so funny!
So yeah. The last Potter movie...not so bad. It had its moments. Like Snape's memories. I was moved. In the book I felt so bad about it that I may or may not have shed a tear. Just one. That didn't necessarily come out...moving along swiftly...its the end of an era. I feel like I grew up with Harry, Ron and Hermione so its kinda sad that their journey came to an end but I guess everything-good or bad(....good being the books and bad being the movies...hehe!)- has to end some time.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The pants dance
I like to lie to myself sometimes. This year, the lie was that I would like to spend my free time doing something constructive. So what did I do? Volunteered myself for some project for one of the student-based organizations at my uni. I have regretted this decision almost from the moment I made it. Unfortunately, I am quite lazy. Especially when I'm on holiday, and it doesnt help that the organization's headquarters is a million kilometres from my bus stop. I guess its a good lie to tell myself 'cause I have to keep hauling my lazy ass out of the house to do something constructive, but its so annoying. True, if I accepted that I am a lazy person and embraced it, I would be a fat and useless (but still awesome) person buuuut...its tempting :) Anyway,maybe if I keep pretending I'm not lazy, the hardworkingness (not a real word) will grow on me and I'll be those over-achieving people we all look up to and hate a little bit at the same time for making us look bad. I honestly don't know how I became lazy. As a child I WAS the ambitious type. A million sports, music, academics...blablabla...I was a pretty amazing child. I love baby-me. I think if baby-me could see me now she'd be a bit ticked off that all her hard work has gone to waste but whatever. What does she know. She's just a kid. I hope when I have kids they're like me until I turned 18. Then they should be like other more polite and well-mannered people :)
On a positive note, I have lost weight! YAY! Its like 1 kg and impossible to notice but considering that I have not managed to lose even one gram since high school I am celebrating with cake...'cause...you know...I can lose the weight I'll gain from eating it :). The thing I like about weight loss is I can fit into this pair of jeans that I like without doing what I call 'the pants dance'. I doubt that guys know what this dance is but ladies who are not particularly thin know what I'm talking about. That thing you have to do when trying to get into a pair of pants that fit you last week but are suddenly tighter. You tell yourself that its not you, its the pants and commence the pants dance which may involve some jumping, wiggling and writhing on your bed. Sometimes the pants dance does not work and you have to start thinking...maybe its not the pants o.O
On a positive note, I have lost weight! YAY! Its like 1 kg and impossible to notice but considering that I have not managed to lose even one gram since high school I am celebrating with cake...'cause...you know...I can lose the weight I'll gain from eating it :). The thing I like about weight loss is I can fit into this pair of jeans that I like without doing what I call 'the pants dance'. I doubt that guys know what this dance is but ladies who are not particularly thin know what I'm talking about. That thing you have to do when trying to get into a pair of pants that fit you last week but are suddenly tighter. You tell yourself that its not you, its the pants and commence the pants dance which may involve some jumping, wiggling and writhing on your bed. Sometimes the pants dance does not work and you have to start thinking...maybe its not the pants o.O
Thursday, June 23, 2011
I've never been good with titles....so I'm not going to bother
I have tried with all my might to ignore this but I can bear this internal anguish no longer. A few months ago, a popular brand of toilet paper re-branded (believe me this story is not going where you think it is). Due to the fact that I am neither a journalist nor a lawyer,I am not sure whether I'm allowed to state the brand name or not. I don't want to be sued (haha!as if enough people read this blog. But anyway. My paranoia and sense of self-importance won't me say what brand it is). So anyway, they re-branded and decided to make their logo (mascot?) a cat. It is an adorable little thing but what the hell does it have to do with the loo??? Are they saying that the t.p. is a soft as a cat? If that's what they're trying to say, how did they know how soft a cat feels on a persons butt? Are they doing some kind of sick animal testing? What other animals have they tested? How many people agreed to be testers? WHY did they agree? If they mean something else, what is it?!?! I want the PR person of this t.p. brand to come out and state their objectives 'cause I'm very confused and saddened that the feline race (I doubt that they're a race but whatever :)) are being associated with such crap. Literally. Another ad campaign that pisses me off is this one for this bank. It's like a pirated version- not even made in China. Made somewhere off the coast of China- of the 'old spice' ads. The 'old spice' ads= genius! The bank ones= lame. When you steal ideas at least make sure they measure up. Really, people. COME ON!
This is not really a rant. More like a short story on the dangers of using t9 or predictive text while texting;
So I was supposed to meet my...someone...in town today. When I get there I start texting 'im in town' while walking. I think I somehow got distracted and accidentally (like the dyslexic I try not to be) switch the letters w and n. Where is the danger in this you ask. Well kids, you see in predictive text the word that makes the most sense with the letter combination of the numbers 8669 is 'tony'. I almost sent a text saying 'im in tony'. The someone would probably have found it kinda funny but what if I'd been texting my mum???
This is not really a rant. More like a short story on the dangers of using t9 or predictive text while texting;
So I was supposed to meet my...someone...in town today. When I get there I start texting 'im in town' while walking. I think I somehow got distracted and accidentally (like the dyslexic I try not to be) switch the letters w and n. Where is the danger in this you ask. Well kids, you see in predictive text the word that makes the most sense with the letter combination of the numbers 8669 is 'tony'. I almost sent a text saying 'im in tony'. The someone would probably have found it kinda funny but what if I'd been texting my mum???
Monday, June 20, 2011
holiday time!!!
Yes! Time to put down the books, grow fat and look for attachment...ok the last part is kind of an anticlimax but its fine. It has to be done so I'll do it. Anyway, my last blogpost was a while ago and sooo much has happened since then but I'll only tell you (most of) what happened since I put down my last paper.
1.Thursday
The last paper was done (computer science.booo!). It was mildly crappy with a side of 'blekh!' but I don't think I've failed it...thaaaat much...anyway it was put down. The end of the paper was the beginning of awesomeness. A friend baked a cake in celebration and I'm telling you that girl can bake! The cake was so good that I think she might have laced it with drugs (good drugs. Not the ones they put in the bhajias at...some place we eat sometimes). Post-cake the drinking began, and with great alcohol consumption comes great insanity. I don't drink by the way. I was high on coca-cola (I was going to say 'coke' then thought about how it sounded.haha!) mostly because my dear friends forgot to share...other things with me :/. Anyway it was a good night. Mostly. I ran into too many of my classmates. Now the image they had of me being a studious, angelic, holy girl are out the window. Sad. Hopefully they'll have forgotten by the time september comes around. I don't have much faith in that happening but yeah.
2.friday
I got home in the morning and SLEPT til around lunchtime. I missed a semi-important meeting and could not locate my phone for a couple of hours but later in the afternoon I was out. SLEEPOVER!!! Intensely fun...hehe. It was the climax of my weekend :)
3.sunday
The sleepover ended on saturday but when I got home all I did was watch movies so let me jump to sunday. At around 9 a.m. I saw my phone had a missed call from a pal who'd been inciting me to go for safari rally. I called back and was notified that I had 20 minutes to get dressed. That was a roadtrip and a half! Our driver (he's going to kill me for blogging about this but I hope he'll only half-kill me if I don't mention his name) was just mr. super-navigator and instead of going to kajiado we ended up in machakos. MACHAKOS! It was so funny!If we hadn't seen the sign-post I don't even know where we would have gone. So we were around 45 minutes off course, had to drive all the way back to some junction, met a couple of dead ends,almost started driving to namanga, got laughed at by some bodaboda drivers but we finally made it. I realized something that day. NO-ONE goes to see the cars. This makes sense because quite honestly I didnt understand the logic behind driving all the way to the middle of nowhere to see some cars pass by and scream at them. I ran into a large number of my highly intoxicated (excuse the pun)friends and finally got the...other things :) (refer to friday). In short it was awesome. We ate nyama (almost got lost going to the nyama place thanks to mr. super-navigator) and got dusty at the side of the road with friends. Fun times...
1.Thursday
The last paper was done (computer science.booo!). It was mildly crappy with a side of 'blekh!' but I don't think I've failed it...thaaaat much...anyway it was put down. The end of the paper was the beginning of awesomeness. A friend baked a cake in celebration and I'm telling you that girl can bake! The cake was so good that I think she might have laced it with drugs (good drugs. Not the ones they put in the bhajias at...some place we eat sometimes). Post-cake the drinking began, and with great alcohol consumption comes great insanity. I don't drink by the way. I was high on coca-cola (I was going to say 'coke' then thought about how it sounded.haha!) mostly because my dear friends forgot to share...other things with me :/. Anyway it was a good night. Mostly. I ran into too many of my classmates. Now the image they had of me being a studious, angelic, holy girl are out the window. Sad. Hopefully they'll have forgotten by the time september comes around. I don't have much faith in that happening but yeah.
2.friday
I got home in the morning and SLEPT til around lunchtime. I missed a semi-important meeting and could not locate my phone for a couple of hours but later in the afternoon I was out. SLEEPOVER!!! Intensely fun...hehe. It was the climax of my weekend :)
3.sunday
The sleepover ended on saturday but when I got home all I did was watch movies so let me jump to sunday. At around 9 a.m. I saw my phone had a missed call from a pal who'd been inciting me to go for safari rally. I called back and was notified that I had 20 minutes to get dressed. That was a roadtrip and a half! Our driver (he's going to kill me for blogging about this but I hope he'll only half-kill me if I don't mention his name) was just mr. super-navigator and instead of going to kajiado we ended up in machakos. MACHAKOS! It was so funny!If we hadn't seen the sign-post I don't even know where we would have gone. So we were around 45 minutes off course, had to drive all the way back to some junction, met a couple of dead ends,almost started driving to namanga, got laughed at by some bodaboda drivers but we finally made it. I realized something that day. NO-ONE goes to see the cars. This makes sense because quite honestly I didnt understand the logic behind driving all the way to the middle of nowhere to see some cars pass by and scream at them. I ran into a large number of my highly intoxicated (excuse the pun)friends and finally got the...other things :) (refer to friday). In short it was awesome. We ate nyama (almost got lost going to the nyama place thanks to mr. super-navigator) and got dusty at the side of the road with friends. Fun times...
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The law of attraction
I haven't blogged in like three years-more like a month but hyperbole always makes things more interesting-and I was touched that some people noticed and asked me why. You don't know this but I was blushing internally...you know...'cause I don't know how to blush (plus I'm too dark for my skin to change colour...unless I get sunburn). So yesterday as I was on my way home at an ungodly hour from doing things that may or may not be considered immoral in my religion I was thinking about what I should blog about. This doesn't ever happen mostly because my posts are the babies of my random thoughts so I REALLY thought about this. THEN something happened right outside the gate of my estate that made me laugh so hard that I have to share it...
Time- 11ish p.m.
Venue- the stretch between my estate and the next stage (like 20m long.)
Reason for being there- STUPID matatu passed my estate because there were too many people in the mat and I couldn't get to the kange in time. We were squashed into that matatu like sijui those kukus for shags and we still paid 50bob!NKT!I'll rant about this some other time.
story:I don't know how many of you have read a book called 'The Secret'. Its some motivational book about how if you want something bad enough and think about it and blablabla the universe will give it to you. It sounds like some hippy nonsense and honestly I think 'the universe' is just a name for everything that exists but there IS some truth to it... if you replace 'the universe' with God and 'think' with pray :)
I have to start from about a week ago. I was broke and whining (its my thing)about how I need a steady source of income. I don't think I have any exploitable talents (apparently sarcasm doesn't pay very well. Who knew) so I gave up thinking about it and declared to the people sitting next to me in class that I want a sugar-daddy. I was not being serious. Not really anyway. And I don't think I thought about it thaaaat much but last night I think the universe was trying to deliver me a sugar-daddy. It was kinda scary but funny. So I got out of mat pissed that I had to walk 20m instead of 2 doing my angry walk-we all have one- then as I was walking to my estate this car (prado. Eish. Enyewe universe ilijaribu!)starts slowing down behind me. I thought the driver was turning into another estate but the guy rolls down the window and starts asking me where I'm going. I freaked out, but the thing about me is I have no 'flight' reflexes. I just can't run. It's been scientifically proven. I just told him (while increasing my pace) that I'm almost home. Then he starts asking if he can give me a lift, why I'm going home so early, do I want to go somewhere else...AIIIIIIII!!!!!WTF!NO!I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE! That was in my mind. Out loud I spoke considering the fact that the guy is in a large car and could easily run me over if I pissed him off.Plus, there would be no witnesses. So I politely declined his offer and said I'm already home. That did not stop him from following me to the gate with more questions. I have never been so happy to see our watchmen. I almost hugged them. So yeah. This post is to formally announce to the universe that I WAS JOKING. NO MORE SUGAR-DADDIES PLEASE. Now I should just ask the universe for money directly...hehe...
sidebar: yesterday my class had its first girl-fight. Aaaw. We're growing! :D It honestly made my day! That and the person I may or may not have been doing immoral things with ;)
Time- 11ish p.m.
Venue- the stretch between my estate and the next stage (like 20m long.)
Reason for being there- STUPID matatu passed my estate because there were too many people in the mat and I couldn't get to the kange in time. We were squashed into that matatu like sijui those kukus for shags and we still paid 50bob!NKT!I'll rant about this some other time.
story:I don't know how many of you have read a book called 'The Secret'. Its some motivational book about how if you want something bad enough and think about it and blablabla the universe will give it to you. It sounds like some hippy nonsense and honestly I think 'the universe' is just a name for everything that exists but there IS some truth to it... if you replace 'the universe' with God and 'think' with pray :)
I have to start from about a week ago. I was broke and whining (its my thing)about how I need a steady source of income. I don't think I have any exploitable talents (apparently sarcasm doesn't pay very well. Who knew) so I gave up thinking about it and declared to the people sitting next to me in class that I want a sugar-daddy. I was not being serious. Not really anyway. And I don't think I thought about it thaaaat much but last night I think the universe was trying to deliver me a sugar-daddy. It was kinda scary but funny. So I got out of mat pissed that I had to walk 20m instead of 2 doing my angry walk-we all have one- then as I was walking to my estate this car (prado. Eish. Enyewe universe ilijaribu!)starts slowing down behind me. I thought the driver was turning into another estate but the guy rolls down the window and starts asking me where I'm going. I freaked out, but the thing about me is I have no 'flight' reflexes. I just can't run. It's been scientifically proven. I just told him (while increasing my pace) that I'm almost home. Then he starts asking if he can give me a lift, why I'm going home so early, do I want to go somewhere else...AIIIIIIII!!!!!WTF!NO!I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE! That was in my mind. Out loud I spoke considering the fact that the guy is in a large car and could easily run me over if I pissed him off.Plus, there would be no witnesses. So I politely declined his offer and said I'm already home. That did not stop him from following me to the gate with more questions. I have never been so happy to see our watchmen. I almost hugged them. So yeah. This post is to formally announce to the universe that I WAS JOKING. NO MORE SUGAR-DADDIES PLEASE. Now I should just ask the universe for money directly...hehe...
sidebar: yesterday my class had its first girl-fight. Aaaw. We're growing! :D It honestly made my day! That and the person I may or may not have been doing immoral things with ;)
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Chickenosaur
Disclaimer:I am a very religious person (kinda) and so obviously I believe in the creationist theory. The idea of evolution is quite interesting but I wouldn't like to live my life thinking that monkeys are among my ancestors.
Chicken are today's dinosaurs. I have never laughed so hard in my life! From gigantic, powerful, carnivorous and fear inducing creatures to what I put in my sandwiches (with lettuce,tomatoes,cheese and mayonnaise...mmm...now I'm hungry). Its so unfair to the dinos...they have such underachieving successors :). Maybe one day chicken shall acknowledge their ancestry and rise up against us. Or maybe they already tried but our superior technology crushed their resistance (think about it...bird flu...chicken have learned the art of biological warfare.)
Evolution seems to be very unfair...it decided that some monkeys should remain monkeys while other monkeys stop being so hairy,walk upright and write books about how much better they are than other animals. I have always wondered how primates reacted when that first human-like monkeys were born. Did they think that they were retarded babies? Did it happen one by one or were all the babies of certain generations suddenly different? Did the primates that weren't evolving feel left out or were they just thinking, "Your cousin is a FREAK!"? Did the evolved primates copulate with the un-evolved ones to form romantic drama-esque scenarios?
** girl primate(obviously,she's the evolved one):oh Alejandro! We cannot be together! My mother says that you have not yet mastered the art of using your opposable thumbs!
boy primate: (picking flea out of his ear and eating it) eeeeeeeeeep!**
Come to think of it...that scenario is not so different from what happens today. Just replace the 'eeeeep' with a 'what?'.Hehe...oh yes I did :)
Back to the matter at hand. Evolution is a BITCH! So in the next couple of millenia will there be a class of super-humans who will treat normal humans like animals? Will the chicken reclaim its past glory? Should we fear the rise of the man-eating chicken? This and more next time on regional geographic (see what I did there?), a totally biased view on the earths past, present and future.
Chicken are today's dinosaurs. I have never laughed so hard in my life! From gigantic, powerful, carnivorous and fear inducing creatures to what I put in my sandwiches (with lettuce,tomatoes,cheese and mayonnaise...mmm...now I'm hungry). Its so unfair to the dinos...they have such underachieving successors :). Maybe one day chicken shall acknowledge their ancestry and rise up against us. Or maybe they already tried but our superior technology crushed their resistance (think about it...bird flu...chicken have learned the art of biological warfare.)
Evolution seems to be very unfair...it decided that some monkeys should remain monkeys while other monkeys stop being so hairy,walk upright and write books about how much better they are than other animals. I have always wondered how primates reacted when that first human-like monkeys were born. Did they think that they were retarded babies? Did it happen one by one or were all the babies of certain generations suddenly different? Did the primates that weren't evolving feel left out or were they just thinking, "Your cousin is a FREAK!"? Did the evolved primates copulate with the un-evolved ones to form romantic drama-esque scenarios?
** girl primate(obviously,she's the evolved one):oh Alejandro! We cannot be together! My mother says that you have not yet mastered the art of using your opposable thumbs!
boy primate: (picking flea out of his ear and eating it) eeeeeeeeeep!**
Come to think of it...that scenario is not so different from what happens today. Just replace the 'eeeeep' with a 'what?'.Hehe...oh yes I did :)
Back to the matter at hand. Evolution is a BITCH! So in the next couple of millenia will there be a class of super-humans who will treat normal humans like animals? Will the chicken reclaim its past glory? Should we fear the rise of the man-eating chicken? This and more next time on regional geographic (see what I did there?), a totally biased view on the earths past, present and future.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
His Noodliness...
I LOVE knowing weird things. I'm a well of very useless but interesting knowledge. So how this has managed to escape me for the past six years, I don't know. I'm ashamed that I did not discover this sooner and feel like a failure as a knower (*not a word) of useless things. What am I talking about? The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Those of you who know me and have had contact with me over the past 7 hours are probably groaning and thinking, "Really? Will she ever shut up about this thing?!" The answer is no. I will not. I may be late but at least now I know about it and until I get tired of it or I'm killed by relatives/friends/random people I talk to who are tired of my constant yapping about this religion.
It started as an argument with my sister who said there was a religion called 'Flying Bowl of Pasta'. I told her no one could possibly be stupid enough to worship spaghetti(I was kinda right as I will explain in a while). After nearly dying of laughter I googled the phrase to prove her wrong. Technically she WAS wrong 'cause there was nothing about flying bowls of pasta but there was something called The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I was about to admit that the girl was right when I read through the origin of the religion. The founder of FSM (also known an Pastafarianism-HAAHA!)was a guy who was against the teaching of creationism in schools. What I got from the article I read was; his point was that the post of God can be filled by any deity from any religion and thus since he believes in an all powerful Spaghetti Monster, it too as to be part of the curriculum (which is-of course-utterly ridiculous). Its not really a religion but the stuff that guy came up with is intensely awesome. From its stripper and beer-full heaven to its belief that the decrease in the number of pirates is the leading cause of global warming. This was an interesting way of tackling the problem. Even the pope thought so. He may have poked fun at the major religions but still. Good stuff! You should go to uncyclopedia and read the stuff they've written about FSM. Some people have waaay too much time on their hands :)
It started as an argument with my sister who said there was a religion called 'Flying Bowl of Pasta'. I told her no one could possibly be stupid enough to worship spaghetti(I was kinda right as I will explain in a while). After nearly dying of laughter I googled the phrase to prove her wrong. Technically she WAS wrong 'cause there was nothing about flying bowls of pasta but there was something called The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I was about to admit that the girl was right when I read through the origin of the religion. The founder of FSM (also known an Pastafarianism-HAAHA!)was a guy who was against the teaching of creationism in schools. What I got from the article I read was; his point was that the post of God can be filled by any deity from any religion and thus since he believes in an all powerful Spaghetti Monster, it too as to be part of the curriculum (which is-of course-utterly ridiculous). Its not really a religion but the stuff that guy came up with is intensely awesome. From its stripper and beer-full heaven to its belief that the decrease in the number of pirates is the leading cause of global warming. This was an interesting way of tackling the problem. Even the pope thought so. He may have poked fun at the major religions but still. Good stuff! You should go to uncyclopedia and read the stuff they've written about FSM. Some people have waaay too much time on their hands :)
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