tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15671692449307693122024-03-21T18:07:04.329-07:00Cycling TrivialitiesI'm trying something out with the name change. Please do bear.Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.comBlogger244125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-43745118413591424202012-04-21T11:35:00.002-07:002012-04-21T11:35:37.408-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been a while. I have a bunch of drafts which all begin this way. Let's see if this one actually makes it out to the big bad world of the internet.<br />
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For those who care: <br />
Where-abouts, what-abouts?<br />
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Still in LA, actually I have a new home. Sorry it's not new really, it's been home for the last six months, at Burbank. Did I say Burbank, why yes, yes I did. Did I mention I work at Disney Animation? I DIDN'T!? Blasphemy! It HAS been incredibly long since my last post. After my rollercoaster of a life since graddy day last May, I think I finally landed on solid ground (in that aspect). And it was an amazing ride! And guess what, it still is! :) I'm going to take this opportunity and tell you guys to watch 'Wreck-it Ralph', out in theaters Nov. 2nd. It's a movie about a arcade game villain, trying to prove that he can be a hero of sorts too, which also yours truly is currently working on. <br />
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Have I mentioned I love my job? :)<br />
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I'm also going to take a moment to again explain to you guys the awesomeness of being optimistic. Blind faith, y'all. Seriously. Believe it'll happen. And. It. Will. It really truly will. Remember all that jazz about the universe coming together to give you what you truly want. It's all true. It will happen if you want it to, badly enough.<br />
<br />Ah, don't you love me? Along with motivational speeches you also get E! news worthy information. What <i>would</i> you do without me? Huh huh huh?<br />
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This post goes out to Aditi, who was kind enough to point out I don't blog anymore. And I thought, <i><b>enough is enough</b></i>! The world needs a little bit of awesomeness in their life. And if I can be that source, I definitely will!<br />
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That's it for now! But I will be back. Soon. Y'all need me! :)<br />
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Ta! </div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-57279334025816566882011-10-29T11:36:00.001-07:002011-10-29T11:36:39.822-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Dear Silverstreak,<br />
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Please please learn to not put your foot in your mouth. PLEASE.<br />
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Sincerely, me.<br />
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Help, God.</div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-5876768466508908652011-09-16T12:18:00.001-07:002011-09-16T12:24:07.095-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">She stands a mere five feet one inch (although she will argue that it's one and a half inch). And it's five feet one inch of all that is awesome. No, I'm not talking about me, I'm not that narcissistic. (alright, fine, I am)<br />
She's the personification of no-nonsense. She's the most arrogant person you will EVER come across. If you have an argument about something, it's going to have to be you to make amends. She will make sure you see things her way. She is never afraid to say no to anything, or anyone, one thing a failed to pick up from her. She is loud, she's proud, she's perfect. She's.. my mother!<br />
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She is the most adorable thing you will ever meet. She will love you unconditionally. She will trust you without question, up until the moment you break that trust. She will give you all the freedom in the world to go for what you want. She will never question your decisions, always giving you a chance to do whatever you want, yet she will never hesitate to call you out when she thinks you're doing something wrong. She would totally die for people she loves. She will jump with joy when she manages to access her email all by herself! She is THE only person who can calm me down when I'm hyperventilating. She is the one person who knows me in and out, knows when something is bothering me even when I don't know it myself. She makes the most amazing karela in the world! She's super sensitive, though she'd rather die than admit it (I guess thats where I get it from). She's the one person I can confide in with just about anything! She's simple, yet graceful. She's plain, but beautiful, and she's the strongest woman I know. She's the reason I'm me. <br />
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This one's for you mum. I know I don't say it enough, but I love you. I wish someday I atleast amount to half the woman she is.</div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-62290111249152180702011-09-05T22:51:00.001-07:002011-09-05T22:51:21.224-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Dear God,<br />
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I really, really, REALLY need you on my side tomorrow.<br />
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Amen.</div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-1506578952685801802011-09-05T12:11:00.000-07:002011-09-05T12:11:50.399-07:00Note to self...again!Dear silverstreak,<br />
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Seriously, let's not get ahead of ourselves, now.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
Silverstreak.Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-20811742979177386562011-08-17T20:24:00.001-07:002011-08-17T20:30:59.010-07:00Home lifeIn the last month, I've left home thrice. The first time, it was awesome, I left home to go HOME, Bangalore. Then it started getting sad. Leaving Bangalore, and now leaving LA. I'm a little sick of it and very very miffed. Please send me back to LA. And eventually Bangalore!!Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-4549795195883872492011-08-07T17:20:00.003-07:002011-08-17T20:31:48.605-07:00Baby, I'm yours<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Soulmate contender #3<br />
<div><br />
</div><div>Alex Turner.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Let's see how this goes, shall we?</div></div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-5695045668378615592011-08-05T05:59:00.001-07:002011-08-05T05:59:23.487-07:00Maximum city<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">August 2010.<br />
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</div><div>I left Bangalore and in my head, completed the Bangalore chapter. My parents were moving to Delhi, and I had little hope of returning to the city in the near future. I left. And tried hard to de-Bangalore myself. For a year, I stayed away. Fewer phone calls, stayed in my newly proclaimed home for Christmas etc. And somewhere I thought, I could do this, this is working.<br />
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Then two weeks back, I decided an impromptu, extremely spur-of-the-moment trip back home.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I had a plan. A plan to work in LA for, say, five or six years, gain some experience and head home when I felt I was ready. But after the previous year, I wasn't really sure what home was (there was NO way in hell I could call Delhi home). So I extended the tenure of the aforementioned plan.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Then, I stepped out of the flight into the Bangalore International Airport. And it hit me. F#$@ the plan. The end plan is to stay happy. And happiness and Bangalore go side by side. My city is filthy. The traffic is unbearable. The METRO will never be complete. There are wayyy too many people. The pollution will probably kill you. If that doesn't, then petrol prices and auto fares will definitely give you blood pressure.</div><div><br />
</div><div>But. It's. Home. It's familiar. And it's beautiful. And you will never be truly happy if you're away from the city. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So as of now, my plan needs serious change. I'm back in LA, jet lagged and vey miffed. But there's definite clarity. I'll be back. Very soon. You can't keep me away. You could try but you'd just fail. Epicly fail.</div></div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-33969612224875815062011-07-28T06:02:00.006-07:002011-08-17T20:33:51.811-07:00Home life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Whoever said 'home is where the heart is,' has clearly never been to Bangalore.<br />
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Unless ofcourse their heart's in Bangalore.</span></div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-29992034800077679282011-07-25T08:28:00.002-07:002011-07-28T09:46:54.228-07:00My rollercoaster<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So, I've decided the best thing about life is the uncertainty of it all. Don't get me wrong, it is pretty awesome, when the Big Guy decides to let you in on some part of his plan for you, but even more awesome, when he decides life should sweep you off your feet, in the most amazing ways. I like how He let's you think you've got it all figured out and then boom! decides that you need that detour and then those two other detours and then that freeway exit which puts you on the track He's laid out for you all along. And then, just when you're beginning to think, 'wow this is it!' or even 'oh crap, is this it?, He steps in again, and it's roller coaster time all over again! </div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-84182552829262900152011-07-17T02:27:00.000-07:002011-07-17T02:27:21.164-07:00Avada Kedavra!I'm a pretty big Potter fan, I'm not saying huge but I love the series. I was really excited when they announced that they would be making movie adaptations of the series, but the first movie was quite a letdown. Change in facts, change in story, skipping several extremely important scenes. Well, the movie wasn't at all bad, but when you've read the book many many times, and sort of know it by heart, watching a movie with some scenes cut off almost seems unforgivable.<br />
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Even then, I faithfully watched movie after movie, through books two to seven-part A, each time more disappointed than before. And after reading book 7, I was certain there was no way a movie could screw up an ending already completely screwed up by Mme. Rowling. I mean, <i>COME ON</i>, going to the light, coming back to life (yes, I <i>did </i>just say that!), AND the whole 19 years later bit, <b>I could've written a better ending!</b> Regardless, part one came out, and I watched it, and needless to say, it was very average (story-wise), though I loved the 2D animation done for the Beedle the Bard bit.<br />
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So when the trailers for the end came out, I watched it very half heartedly, and very surprisingly found them very interesting. It looked pretty brilliantly actually. And this has been the first HP movie I've been excited for ever since the first one. So today, I went and watched the movie. And. I. Loved. It!<br />
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From Neville (who's gotten hot btw!) to Hermione and Aberforth to Lupin, it was all done brilliantly. The story, was ofcourse changed a little, but the effects and all the stuff going on completely covered it up. (I was a little peeved at the change in the Ron-Hermione kiss situation, however! I mean, you <i>have </i>to bring in house-elves there, it's the rule!) Sure, the movie could've had a lot more of Mr. Hottie, Tom Felton (one of the main reasons I watched the movie!), JK could've easily written him into a lot of more scenes, but really, the movie was actually pretty good. And, I actually cried a little, I mean it is the END of the Harry Potter. No more Ron, no more Draco, NO MORE FRED! It all left me a little funny and sad.<br />
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I think I'm beginning to digress. Please do watch the movie, it's pretty amazing. It is a bit long but you'll get your money's worth. Oh, and please don't butter your popcorn up too much though, you WILL feel sick later on.Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-61425534659329558662011-07-15T12:15:00.001-07:002011-07-15T12:15:50.259-07:00Ironic?For the last few weeks, I've been brainstorming to figure out how to go around asking my extremely cute, extremely shirtless neighbour for 'sugar'. Yes, being unemployed does that to you, look at completely irrelevant ways to spend your time, and apparently being a cliched mastermind is one of them.<br />
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Anyhoo, guess what, I actually did run out of sugar this morning, when he's probably at work or something.Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-45140582383577896982011-07-15T02:08:00.002-07:002011-07-15T02:08:23.994-07:00Left on a jetplane.For those of you that care, I got home safe. Or at-least a pathetic excuse of safe. Thanks, A.Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-8185863559289802512011-07-14T23:52:00.001-07:002011-07-14T23:53:24.448-07:00Leaving on a jetplane... Not!Today shall henceforth be the yardstick against which all slightly crazy days will be measured. I am currently stranded, well, actually I think that's too strong a term, I'm currently stuck in the San Francisco airport. It's 11.50 pm. And my flight just came in from Vegas. Its been delayed for the last two hours now. I have had no breakfast, no lunch, no dinner, just a cosmo and some mozzarella sticks. To top that, my flight was delayed when I flew out of LA this morning. By three hours, hence the no lunch. And then I had a three hour interview. On an apple. I'm surprised I didn't start hallucinating about food during the interview. Stay tuned to find out if I reached LA on part two of this post.Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-29830002748943748622011-07-13T17:36:00.002-07:002011-07-13T17:36:33.105-07:00Note to self.Dear Silverstreak,<br />
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Let's not get ahead of ourselves now.<br />
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Best,<br />
SilverstreakSilverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-78638256003469122712011-07-10T23:16:00.005-07:002011-07-13T19:29:14.846-07:00Story of my life<div class="subtextdear">Dear employers, </div><div class="subtextplease"><div style="display: inline-block; text-align: left;"><br />
If none of you will hire me because I don't have experience, how am I supposed to get said experience? </div></div><div class="submittedby"><br />
Sincerely, unemployed. </div><div class="submittedby"></div><div class="submittedby"><br />
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Courtesy, <a href="http://dearblankpleaseblank.com/">dear blank please blank</a>. </div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-52612008058919932011-07-10T22:12:00.003-07:002011-07-10T23:35:08.327-07:00Let's call this, what was I thinking?Wow today has not been a good day. For starters, I had too much coffee (yes, there is such a thing), and have been obsessing over things that don't really matter but actually do but actually don't but actually do, you get my drift.<br />
So I decided to take a break from the aforementioned obsessing, and look at my (sort of) journal. I say sort of because I'm too lazy to actually write a journal, and it's not actually a journal, just a book I decide to update with my whereabouts, what-I-do-abouts, what-I'm-upto-abouts, who/what-I-like-abouts, once or twice a year. Just to keep myself updated with what I was upto, say 10 years back (which is surprising because I actually started writing this when I was 15, NEARLY 9 years!).<br />
Wow I'm pretty embarrassed with my younger, uncool self right about now.<br />
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SO, if you decide to read on, you'll know perfection and supreme awesomeness weren't actually inherent, but acquired, and eventually replaced complete and utter lameness.<br />
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In the 10th grade:<br />
- I've actually listed my favourite 'musicians' as, among others, JLo (yes, the horror!), Nick Carter and Pavarotti (here I'm pretty sure he was part of a 'We are the World' song I'd heard, because I have never been an opera person!).<br />
- My favourite authors included Francine Pascal. Go Sweet Valley High!<br />
- I hated a Ms. Rodriguez, Ms. Caroline, Ms. Ivy, very very VERY mean high school teachers.<br />
- And listed among my favourite movies, is actually a screenplay, my friends, K, A & me wrote (a murder mystery, if you should know), which we called ASK, from our first names. Innovative, right?<br />
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I skip to the year my dad gave me his cell phone.<br />
- ASK is STILL in my list of favourite movies. Yeeesh!<br />
- My taste in music has bettered considerably, with the inclusion of RHCP, Nirvana and Linkin Park, and John Mayer made an entrance.<br />
- The list of teachers I hated has gotten wayyy longer. <br />
- I think this was the year I'd fought with my 'rakhi brother', because I've mentioned something vague about it.<br />
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We move onto the year I made THE lamest email address in the world (which I will refrain from metioning, for my own self respect). <br />
- New cell phone number. Third or fourth cell phone.<br />
- I think this was the year I joined college, because I remember having spotted a cute senior and since I didn't know his name, there's a line in this particular entry which says I don't know my crush's name. (proceeds to jump off cliff!)<br />
- My music taste has gotten infinitely better. Yeah this is definitely first year of college, because under music I like, are all the songs that my band covered. I was in a band and stuff, ain't I the shit!? Lol.<br />
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Wow, I'm pretty embarrassed with myself right now. I would love to go on and read (and blog about) some more but I think I'm going to now retire to the rock I will be spending the next five years under.<br />
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And <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3c5YoacPLVk">this</a>! I'm sorry, the 10th grader in me just couldn't resist!Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-52196021406449452392011-07-07T23:57:00.002-07:002011-07-08T06:19:29.001-07:00Things you didn't know, don't care about but have to read about anyway because you love me and this blog and can't help but come back for more!- I love that blogger has no limit on the number of characters in the post title.<br />
- I HATE walking behind a person. No I don't mean this metaphorically. That too, but while walking with someone I hate walking behind them. <br />
- I hate doing laundry with a vengeance.<br />
- I love the smell of new cars and new leather shoes.<br />
- I used to be an optimist. Now I'm a don't-give-a-fuck-ist. I should write a dictionary.<br />
- You don't want me around before a wedding because instead of asking you to chill and say everything's going to be alright, I'll be the one saying, if you want out, go for it, I'll cover up for you. PS - I love weddings, and cry everytime I see a wedding episode of any show on TV.<br />
- I am a horrible listener. You might think I'm listening and caring, but in reality, what I'm doing is not-giving-a-fuck.<br />
- Inspite of the above, I'm actually pretty nice if I like you, and worth sticking around for. <br />
- I love the fact that my neighbor always decides to not wear a shirt.<br />
- I love Milo Ventimiglia. We're actually soulmates. He just doesn't know it yet.<br />
- I hate the word soulmate. barf.<br />
- I miss my room I miss my room I miss my room! <br />
- Multiple the word horrible by 1000. That's how bad my luck is when it comes to gambling.<br />
- coke. drool. slurp.<br />
- I sleep really early and it is wayyyy past my bedtime. That's it, folks, nighty night!Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-7866199346143766792011-07-07T17:59:00.002-07:002011-07-07T17:59:55.912-07:00Life is a bitch,<br />
it's a big fat bitch<br />
it's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world.<br />
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<i>Beat that, Kyle's mom.</i>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-4231050920292675592011-07-07T14:00:00.000-07:002011-07-07T14:00:39.755-07:00I'm 24 and 4 months. So's my cousin, well, actually she's 24 and three. Which makes her a month younger. And guess what she did on the morning of 7th July? She went and got married. Yes, I kid you not. She. Got. Married. Did I mention she's just 24?<br />
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Yeah, some of you must be going, 24? That's not just 24, that's old enough. You guys need to come out and smell the generation gap.<br />
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But seriously, 24. I just finished school. I haven't even gotten started with the life bit yet. I'm single, unemployed and freaked out about where the hell I'm headed. But the one thing I am sure about is that there's no way I'm ready to get married. Any time soon. <br />
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I have a question for you guys. When <i>do </i>you know?Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-11994063787305760812011-07-03T09:59:00.000-07:002011-07-03T09:59:28.069-07:00You may disregard this post.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">IT'S JULY ALREADY!?<br />
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Where <i>did </i>the last six months go?<br />
But, only six more months to Christmas! :D<br />
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Holy hell! I have no idea where my Christmas is going to be!</div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-30240144022940765512011-07-03T01:15:00.000-07:002011-07-03T01:15:24.512-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">If men could fly, and Rosie Huntington-Whiteley's very white sweater NEVER got dirty and you've looked at your watch for the hundredth time in an hour, you know you're watching the new Transformers flick.<br />
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*spoiler alert*<br />
The (extremely convoluted) plot (in bulets!):<br />
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- transformer ship with trapped wounded Autobot, found on moon, when Neil, yes-the Armstrong! and his buds landed, which was kept hushed.<br />
- unemployed Sam Witwicky, living with way-out-of-his-league, not to mention extremely annoying girlfriend, Carly.<br />
- Optimus figures out the moon secret, gets old wounded Autobot, Sentinel, back to the earth, and heals him with the matrix.<br />
- The Sentinel dude is secretly bad and goes beserk trying to get rid of Autobots so he and Megatron can rebuild Cybertron.<br />
- attempts to transport cybertron to earth so human slaves can rebuild it. <br />
- Decepticons vs. Autobots. Autobots win.<br />
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Now, did that really need two and a half hours to portray?<br />
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Delhi Belly review coming up soon!</div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-2527825995788379782011-06-29T17:15:00.000-07:002011-06-29T17:15:12.161-07:00Chitty chitty bang bang!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I cut my bangs once. And then I made a mental note never to get bangs again. I guess somewhere along I forgot that mental note.<br />
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Guess who isn't stepping out of her house for the next six months?</div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-59773738106709805632011-06-28T16:24:00.002-07:002011-06-28T16:26:01.828-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The email came. It wasn't life changing. Not even close.<br />
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Oh, look what you've done, you've made a fool of everyone.. This one goes out to you, Big Guy.<br />
You really made a fool of everyone. <br />
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</div>Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567169244930769312.post-54863517076159282682011-06-28T08:24:00.001-07:002011-06-28T10:12:16.375-07:00you (haven't) got mail!For the last five weeks, I've been waiting for this one email that will change my life. And during all this waiting, I'm noticing a trend in all my emails going unreplied. Not cool, people, not cool.Silverstreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12828628146356469572noreply@blogger.com0