Foreign Connection

There I sat on the hostel chair checking my facebook updates an relaxing before my next adventure. I had just descended Mt Fuji an my body was on the mend. “Is that a cat making that noise”? the girl across from me asked, Lol I don’t know but its highly ignoring I replied, still zoned out on my mobile.

   I soon became bored an decided to engage the stranger across from me. I started by checking her out a bit, she was ruffled from the hostel life. Her hair was down an a little on the unkept side, but more stylish than just plain unkept. It fell over her face doen past her shoulders. She had pretty eyes an petite features, so I judged her as average. 

    “So why are you in Japan?” I asked. “I’m going to climb Mount Fuji tomorrow” she replied. After that moment we chatted an laughed about our adventures in Japan so far. So we both decided to go grab dinner at the local Japanese restaurant. Neither one of us spoke Japanese, but we were travelers an had overcome language barriers long ago . We laugh an discussed the different foods we had tasted while there, our experiences with the native people.

Soon the conversation shifted to our past, future an just other thoughts we were having. As she spoke I sense a certain familiarity with her,  as a girl from boston she had been to all the same states an places I had been to. It was like hearing myself speaking from across the table. How could someone so like myself have crossed my path? How cruel yet beautiful is life to cross our paths together. I didn’t know it at the time as our eye contact increased an our smiles became wider that I was forming something, something that is beautiful an a curse in itself.

  We moved on from the restaurant, to the supermarket where we did some shopping for her mountain hike the next day. We continued to chat about ourselves an how she was moving on to business school in another state. “I know what you need, some peanut butter” I stated. “Oh my God I always take peanut butter on hikes” she exclaimed. Long story short, we found the peanut butter, I tasted octopus for the first time with her an we walked home together in the rain. 

  Back at the hostel we went our separate ways as she had to hike in the morning. The next morning she was nowhere to be seen, so I spent the day with a french guy I had met that night. She eventually came home where she said she had made it to the top an soon after went to bed. I didn’t see her again that day or the next.

  I sat at the bus stop on my way back to Tokyo, I had just traded my tickets in for a earlier bus hoping to get a chance to spend time in Akiba before I got on the plane home. When I heard a familiar voice, “Hey I didn’t know you was heading back today” she stated. Here she was again randomly taking the same path as me. Once again we chatted an spoke about backers life. The bus came she got on an I made my way to the back. As the bus rode along I sat in my seat thinking maybe I should give her my number. Maybe this is meant to be, as I thought these thoughts she turned around smiled an waved at me. I made up my mind that I would indeed give her my number also I would give her my handy travel book with Tokyo maps an Japanese language helpers. I wrote the number in the back of the book an went to sleep.

  We arrived in Shibuya Tokyo an got off the bus, we talked for a bit an then it hit me. For some reason I wouldn’t give her my number. For some reason this would be it, we would go our separate ways in the world. She would head to the Philippines an me back to Arizona. This was the way it was meant to be. This would be the magic in my life, that knowing that someone out there was like me. “So this is the goodbye then?” she asked “yes,”I said sadly. We hugged…. 

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Killing them Slowly

Gore gore gore…. A quick summary guy robs guy people kill guy an obama talking in the background.

The Bad

I thought this movie was painfully slow an predictable. There was a lot of talking LOTS of it that I felt they could have cut out for more action. What I gathered from the trailer it was going to be a extremely violent action packed hitman adventure. It didn’t even come close to that. I patiently waited through the frist part of the movie listening to all the chit chat thinking I would need to retain the information but found it mostly useless. There was a lot of cheesy effects that tried to entertain but they all fell short except one. If you see the movie you will know exactly what I’m talking about

The Good

Brad Pitt!! His acting was once again pretty much on point an I felt he really filled an brought life to his role. The acting in general was really good the characters were very believable. The acting alone kept me from leaving because I already knew how the movie would end. The one slow motion killing scene was amazing an the shot compostions was also on point. The movie did a great job of not using music to create tension instead at times they used the shot composition to set up the feel. An what was with the old cars? The mood was so retro yet it was set in the Obama era, I didn’t quite understand why.

The Ugly

The story was dry in itself weak twists an in my opinion one useless plot line that should have been scrapped an that effort put into a stronger plot twist. Obama an Bush in the background, why? Why are they there, what is the purpose if only to be used as a dialogue device at the end of the game. In all random!

The Fix

More action and a stronger story, less special effects an better plot twists. Get rid of the useless sex story line an maybe a little better pacing.. LESS talking an a reason to care, I couldn’t quite find anyone to rout for in the movie which made it flat to me.

Join me next time when I take on Lincoln I am dying to see it!

 

Made for blacks

I am tired of made for black movies. The movies that star almost all black casts use terms like fried chicken an boy. These movies are a waste of time, yet people spend money on them everytime they come out. I used to be one of the typical black guys who saw what I thought to be a black history movie, an felt guilty or obligated to pay to support these movies. These movies do nothing but increase the sterotyping of Black people everywhere. We wonder why people ask us stupid questions regaurded to race, we bring it on ouselves. We give people these views with the movies we make an the music we produce. I feel more like an American when I choose the movie or music I want to listen to by the quality vs the race. I think we black people need to grow up and stop allowing smarter black people to exploit us with their trash movies and music.