Avoiding Online Spoilers Like the Plague

Starting November 20th, I’ll possibly be off the grid… except wordpress… possibly.

That’ll be around the time of Catching Fire’s premiere. ImageAwesome.Awesome.AWESOME!

Since there are no cinemas here in Jeddah (there’s one in KAUST, but I don’t think it’s the kind of cinema where they show new movies) I have no way of viewing my most awaited movie of the year.

For sure, “may peeps” on FB will be all like “OMG! At the cinema to watch The Hunger Games 2!” or “BEST MOVIE EVER! #CatchingFire #TheHungerGames #TOOBADFORTHOSEWHODIDNTWATCHIT”


Okay, the last one is least likely to grace my news feed, but you get the idea. I’ll just bum myself out knowing I wasn’t able to watch it.

So I’ll just be MIA from major social networks till end of December. I took into consideration the aftermath, that’s why my absence will last that long.

I expect some of the blogs I follow here in wordpress will mention the movie as well. But I look forward for those posts not to be the “FB-kind-of-annoying.” So, no hate here!

I was actually planning on having a little trip to Dubai just to view it and maybe visit my friends there. But it seems too rash an idea just to see a movie (no matter how awesome it is).



Re-watching Dumbo at 22: Why do I do this to myself?

Last night, my sister and I watched an old favorite movie: Dumbo.

And of course, there were waterworks. I mean come on, it’s Dumbo.

You know that feeling when you re-watch an old movie you watched as a kid and realizing the movie was deeper than you remembered? You thought it was all just an ordinary story & lots of catchy tunes, then you watch it at age 22 and BAM! Whaddya know, you get sucked into that deeper-moral-lesson-you-didn’t-realize-it-had zone. Like Dumbo wasn’t heartbreaking already.

To 6 year old me, the chatty elephants, these bi***es right here:

Die Bi***es! Die!

were just gossipy & harmless but now, I just wanna skin those gossipy pachyderms for causing emotional & mental harm to me! Uhhh… I mean uhh… Dumbo… yeah… to Dumbo.

.How dare they make fun of dear old Jumbo Jr. I mean look at that face!


Thank you Mr. Stork for bringin’ Jumbo Jr aaaaaall the way to Mrs. Jumbo.


“Here is a baby with eyes of blue, straight from heaven right to you.

That’s one beak you got there, Mr. Stork!

The “Baby Mine” part became 10x depressing watching it at age 22 (after that scene, we paused it, ran to Mom teary eyed and cuddled her and she was like “Whaaaaat?”).

ImageOMG. *Sob*

The “Pink Elephants On Parade” was still as creepy as ever. Actually, it gets creepier every time I watch it. Wonderfully creepy.


Now, every poor orphan needs to have some sort of mentor/father figure (or talent manager in this case). That’s where this guy comes along.


Without you, dear old Timothy Q. Mouse, what would’ve happened to our precious Dumbo? I love you.

Oh Dumbo, you never disappoint. You are such a wonderful movie with an awesome soundtrack (I got “When I See An Elephant Fly” stuck in my head).

If I didn’t care much for my tear ducts, I’d watch this again later (over & over).