Lucy, in a nutshell, is a movie about a young woman (portrayed here by Scarlett Johansson with the worst nail polish job captured on the silver screen) going to college somewhere in Asia, who gets suckered in to being a mule by a guy she’s only been dating for a week (it was the first…
the blog.
Where sleep and I disagree
It’s 11pm. The apostrophe key on my laptop is sentient and figured there’s no real reason it should exert itself on a public holiday. I’m all for breaks, but I don’t really care for using the full form of a word when I can bridge the gap with a bloody punctuation mark.
The One About The Law
He: Do you know why I’m arresting you? She: Kale you’re dry! Am I supposed to do your job? He: Madam, it’s because you are not supposed to move under the influence. She: I’m not driving. Be serious. He: Excuse you please. Even walking is a punishable offense.
A 'taxi-turvy' tale
I appreciate convenience as much as the next guy. Really. For some reason, I think this has factored heavily on my reliance on boda bodas over your regular run of the mill-striped can of sardines that the transport sector now and then tries to pass off as a legit form of transportation.
ridin' dutty
I’m riding a boda boda. Not steering it, just calling the shots from back here, ‘take a left, turn right… But I think that’s where the problem is. Something seems to keep getting lost on translation.
the moaning after
I have what identifies as a hangover, but is really a needy headache. I figure if I keep playing dumb, it will pack its bags and leave…perhaps in search of a more accommodating host. As it is right now, it has seemingly inherited the undesirable traits of a clingy needy stalker.
Of moon-writing and stuff
I’m back. I don’t know how long for, but hopefully I’m going to make this stick. Worst case scenario, I’ll likely do a post a week, the way I see it, this ought to give me a chance to vent and get back to being a normal person. Except that I’m not necessarily a normal…
an abandoned post
The fastest thing about this place was the way Microsoft Word opened. Not much else could rival the speed with which Gates’ popular word processor sprung to life, blank page in front of you begging you to have your way with it. Were I a painter and this before me, were my canvas, I’d be…
With love,your Hangover
I’m not one to speak. My usual approach is to just sit there and be talked about or, depending on how I feel at a particular time, have death threats sent my way. Don’t feel bad on my account, these threats never amount to anything and I stick around for quite a bit. Your friends…
The android diaries; The meeting
You hear a lot of talk about different phone operating systems and think, “who cares, a phone is a phone. all i want to do is text and call” For a while that’s true, then you develop a nasty case of touch envy and you keep going home to your little corner, sit on the…