*Sings loudly and off-key* Go, Go, Power Rangggggeerssss!  
*Cue Guitar riff*

You may not know this but I’m a super power ranger fan so much so……when I was eight, I attempted one of the backflips over a wall, in an epic battle with my friends. I landed on my butt and fractured my coccyx. 

Totally worth it! 

Monday night, I went to see the new Power Rangers movie and my first thought was this is so awesome!! I was eight years old again and life was good…..

Until I had a liberating discussion with my better half, who poked holes in my awesomeness.

Thanks, Nick!

For those of you who haven’t watched it….I won’t include any spoilers. However, I will discuss some details about some of the plot points in the movie.

Now all 80s and 90s babies will agree that Power Rangers was the best thing on television. We would wake up early on Saturdays to watch the series because we didn’t want to miss the episode that all the kids in the neighbourhood and school would talk about.

So we had big expectations for the movie.

The movie did not disappoint. For me, the first act of the movie was a great setup to the story we’re getting into and the characters. The casting team did a spot on job with the actors. I was really impressed with Becky G and RJ Cycler’s performance, seeing that they are fairly new to the movie industry.

The movie pretty much outlined the origin story of the Rangers, however, the second act was missing some of the power ranger-y element, which was expected because of the realism of the film. In this act, we see them preparing themselves for the fight ahead, coupled with comedic relief. BUT the third act was action packed until the credits. My only question after the movies was, “How will Angel Grove rebuild the city? Because they tore it UP!” 

All in all, it’s five stars from me. If there is a sequel, which I believe there will be since the directors are re-establishing the franchise, it will include more action. 

Power Rangers Review According To Nick

“It was an expected disappointment but not in a bad way. They were reintroducing the franchise to the populous so they focused mainly on explaining in the reboot. Similarly to the Superman movie, where they took an hour to build up to the story, it is the same with the PR movie. All in all, it wasn’t a bad movie. I’m expecting that the sequel will be waaaay better as they have now established the foundation to build a good franchise.

The movie had a few perks.

The new suits are awesome! Ten times better than the original. I said to myself, what are they going to do with the power rangers series on tv now? Because these new suits are kicking ass. They may just have to redesign the suits or revamp the series.

The low points of the movie for me; I thought more fight scenes should have been included. It came off somewhat unreal as they were able to do everything once they morphed.

I think they should have had some preliminary morphing stage where they fought some little minions and got used to their suit and powers before facing Rita. Of course, all of the real excitement is at the end. There are some comedic inject which had us laughing every now and then. It’s family entertainment so don’t expect any hardcore action like John Wick.

I rated it a 6.5 out of 10 and I’m expecting the next movie to be about an 8 or 8.5.”

So there you have it! If you have watched this movie, comment below and let me know your thoughts.

It’s Friday!!!!! *mini happy dance*

So for the last week and a half, the topic of hyping has been surfacing in conversations with friends. Essentially, the conversation boiled down to persons mistaking hype or the achievement of material things for success.

We all know that one person or persons who desire to possess the latest gadgets, the latest clothes and the latest unimportant item as soon as possible. They can’t wait. 

They need to acquire it before every and any body else to have bragging rights about who had it first. Apparently, having this item correlates with one’s success.

However, this same possession hinders their completion of certain tasks or objectives, simply because of the resources and manpower put in to achieve the item. 

The result is their constant complaints about not being able to complete said tasks or the world is against them while fiddling with their new toy. This is the first step to them becoming a parasitic factor in our lives because they will now depend on us financially to help them achieve the goals.

I just want to fight them. 

Now, I’m not against desiring to possess something merely for pleasure. You’ve had your eye on that sexy wine red shoes for awhile?

Go ahead…treat yourself.

Laptop not keeping up with the work that you do? Go ahead…upgrade to that MacBook.

Been working hard and now desperately need a vacation? Do you….and take me with you!

Nothing is wrong with treating yourself now and then but there is a limit. If you’re in your twenties like me, eventually you’ll be looking to owning your own home, furthering your education to open more career prospects,  buying your first car and building the framework for your future family.

Treating yourself to these lavish gifts every month or every week, what do you gain?

Ratings? Big ups? Imaginary three stars? Stunting on social media?

Think about it……really think. Are you happy or any happier keeping up appearances in the public and struggling to make ends meet in private? Why live for others?

Gaining likes on your photos, that’s great, but eventually, their fascination with you will fade. Focus on your goals, if you don’t have any, get some and launch #ProjectYou. 

At the end of the day, the opinion of others doesn’t hold much weight in your life.

“I think the 20s are a vastly overrated decade. We promise kids that once they get out of school, life will begin and their dreams will come true. But then comes the struggle”.
– Tyne Daly

Growing up, we were conditioned to believe that attending school, getting good grades and behaving well would allow us to achieve what we wanted to and become who we wanted to be. For me, it was a coin toss between being a paediatrician and a ninja assassin (What can I say?….I was a huge fan of Kill Bill).

I mean who didn’t fantasize about being a bad ass?

Anyways….

I was super focused on having that perfect career….perfect life while enjoying my trillionaire wealth,  so I studied hard (not that I had a choice, my mother’s belt made some strong arguments).

When I went to college for three years, graduated with honours and humbly waited for my sweet, sweeeeeeet reward. 

In the end…

I sat home for three months with no prospects to start my super awesome paediatric ninja assassin career. And that trillion dollar check seemed to have been delayed.

I wasn’t worried though. I was pretty sure the post office misplaced it because the universe assured me that it was sent as priority mail. 

*Patiently waits*
SLXL
While waiting, a job prospect arose and I was happy for the distraction. It wasn’t the ideal job but it was a foot in the door to my journalism career. That, however, was short lived, due the (dirty) conditions of the work environment.

But when life closes the door, God opens a window. That window led me to an old work opportunity which allowed me to work from home and design my own work hours.

Yay me!

Still no check at this point but it wasn’t a bad deal.

Enjoying my flexible work schedule, the little voice in the back of my mind, couldn’t help but object to this ‘free paper’. Plaguing me with questions such as,

‘Are you happy?’

‘Will this be the career you’ll be proud of?’

‘What about your dreams?’

Then continuing to compare my ‘success’ to those of my friends and acquaintances who posted their work selfies, hashtagging that they were living their dreams.

Okay Jiminy Cricket, I get it!

Impossible to shake, I realized that this wasn’t my purpose. I didn’t endure years of school to become complacent.

So I did what big girls were supposed to do, I traded in my toys for a corporate job with some benefits, hoping to discover my true self.

Still waiting for that to pay out

My point is growing up isn’t as exciting as I was previously led to believe. Its unpredictable, confusing and downright messy but I will say that the experiences have not been in vain. They’ve taught me that the easy way is never the right way. After all, nothing worth having comes easy.

Its 10 am, I’m at work and it’s raining. 

Greeeat.

I have a love/hate relationship with rain. I hate when it rains if I’m not home. When I’m home, I can wrap myself in a blanket from my head to my toes and cozy up to my pillows and binge watch something on Netflix.  However, when I’m not home, I find myself disgusted with the rain. Parts of my body itch for no particular reason, I visit the bathroom more frequently even when I’ve had nothing to drink.

But my biggest displeasure of the rain is mud.

If I should have a nemesis, mud would be it. Is it just me or does the sight of mud triggers your number 2 senses? 

Just me…..okay!

I believe mud is the stepsister of p**p. More importantly, the step sister of cow poop.

Some of you may say, “She must have had a bad experience with mud?” Guess what you’re half right!

I had a bad experience with a cow.

It was my grandfather’s cow named Bessy. 

Sidenote: I think Bessy is the universal name for every cow.

Anyways…..

I won’t go into that story. Long story short, I was twelve, Bessy made a sudden aggressive movement, I ran, tripped and was faced down in cow dung (p**p).

On the other hand, I’ve had some fond memories with the rain.

My favorite moment, “The day Nick decided to rescue me from the puddle”. Of course, a puddle is an understatement, it was as if several fire hydrants were broken in the middle of New Kingston. (For those of you who are not familiar with New Kingston, it is the corporate city of Jamaica)

It was a Wednesday afternoon, the rain had drenched the city earlier, the skies became clear and the time to head home descended. I quickly changed out of my stiletto heels and into my flats. Underestimating the amount of rainfall earlier, Nick and I proceeded to walk into the direction of the Pegasus Hotel in order to beat the crowd to catch the number 127 bus to Spanish Town.

However, upon making it to Triple Century (local restaurant), we were faced with ample amounts of water which threatened to wash away our feet if we dared to cross. Our dilemma escalated when we saw the 127 approaching in the opposite direction of where we stood.

‘Oh fudge! I won’t be able to make the bus. Now, I will be stuck going to Half Way Tree’, I thought to myself.

Mentally preparing myself for the epic bus battle in Half Way Tree, Nick blurted out, “I have to lift you and carry you across!”

“No, no, no. Me ago drop if yuh do that,” I exclaimed.

But the determination on his face told me that today was the day I was going to be carried.

Noticing the bus driving away, I bargained, “Let it pass. I’ll catch the other one.”

“The stoplight is red, we can make it. Just let me carry you across,” he said clearly annoyed that I wouldn’t trust him.

“Alright,” I said in defeat. I’ve learned not to argue with him. Once he makes up his mind, I just have to support it.

He attempted to pick me up but I protested as I saw flashes of me falling out of his arms and into the middle of the street.

The stoplight turned green and the bus proceeded to drive away. Secretly relieved that Nick’s plan was foiled, it was soon short lived, the bus was held up once again at the second stoplight between Barbados Avenue and Knutsford Boulevard.

Before I could even take a breath, Nick scooped all 145 pounds of me into his arms bridal style and carried me across the puddle and the street.

This act caught me by such surprise, I was amazed at my ability to not pee my pants in that instance. 

I was so focused on not falling, that it took me a few seconds to realize on-lookers were applauding and cheering Nick’s brave and selfless act.

We ran towards the bus and boarded before the second stoplight changed to green.

Onboard, the driver along with a few passengers lauded Nick for his gallantry.

Finally seated and grateful that the Half Way Tree battle was postponed, I couldn’t help but smile. He was my knight in shining armor….My Superman.

Oh hi!! Didn’t see you there.

Welcome to my Blog.

My name is Shevoneese aka SheviiMc.

After years of debating the idea to blog and signing up for many, many, many free blogs on Blogspot, WordPress, Penzu and Bloggers.com, I’ve finally made it to this point….writing my first post! *Cues victorious music*

  
It took me a while to get to this phase but I’m excited to be sharing this journey with my readers.

About Me

Like most of you, I’m in my twenties and I’m a pro-Netflix binger. I spend 30% of my paycheck on nuggets and tech that I rarely use from Amazon. While, living in the beautiful island of Jamaica, trying to survive the 9-5 job cycle, I still find time to enjoy pranks (even when they’re on me), to laugh at myself, manage a photography business with my partner and appreciate the small things.

I graduated from The University of the West Indies Mona in 2014 with a BA in Journalism. Why Journalism?

I wanted to be on TV duh!

Just kidding.

I’ve always admired the confidence and gusto journalists have to get to the bottom of a story. My journalistic dreams are currently on hold as I now work as a Media Assistant at a Digital Signage company.

My main goal in life….to be happy

….. to be more knowledgeable about my culture, and to become a renowned journalist and media and communication practitioner.

Welcome to the beginning….