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Peace

2010-09-24T15:20:00.003+03:00

Say what you must about Chris Brown, but as a performer the boy can deliver. I love this song. I am sure its the new anthem for all bad relationships :)
The song is off the mixtape "Fan of a fan" Ft. Tyga

Chris Brown - Deuces (Explicit Version)

All that bullshit's for the birds
You aint nothin but a vulture
Always hopin for the worst
Waiting for me to fuck up
You’ll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean
When I tell her keep it drama free
Ohohohohohohohoh… x2(Chuckin up them(deuces)
I told you that im leaving (deuces)
I know you mad but so what?
I wish you best of luck
And now im finna throw them deuces up

[Chorus]
Im on some new shit
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

[Tyga Verse]
Uh, Use to be valentines
Together all the time
Thought it was true love, but you know women lie
Its like I sent my love with a text two times
Call cause I care but I aint get no reply
Tryna see eye to eye but its like we both blind
Fuck it lets hit the club, i rarely sip but pour me some
Cause when its all said and done,
I aint gon be the one that she can always run to
I hate liars, fuck love Im tired of tryin
My heart big but it beat quiet
I don’t never feel like we vibin
Cause every time we alone its a awkward silence
So leave your keys on the kitchen counter
And gimme back that ruby ring with the big diamond
Shit is over, whatchu trippin for?
I don’t wanna have to let you go
But baby I think its better if I let you know

[Chorus]
Im on some new shit
http://www.elyricsworld.com/deuces_lyrics_chris_brown.html
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

[K Mc verse]
Look, my shorty always on some bullshit like Chicago
So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow
Deuces, we aint got no future in tomorrow
I’m a dick, so it shouldn’t be that hard to swallow
The other chick Im with never complain
She make wanna leave the one im with Usher Raymond
Probably didn’t register, don’t trip, later on it will
Shorty full of drama like gangsta grizzles
I finally noticed it, it finally hit me
Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me
I got a new chick, and she aint you
She paula patton thick She give me déjà vu
And all that attitude, I don’t care bout it
But all that shit I do for her, you gon hear bout it
Breezy rep two up, two down
But im just puttin two up, chuckin up the deuce now

[Chorus]
Im on some new shit
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

Danny and Annie

2010-09-15T03:48:00.005+03:00

The most beautiful couple I have ever met in my life.

Dirty picture

2010-09-15T03:22:00.004+03:00

I have nothing against porn. I think porn is awesome, and I been watching porn since I was eleven years old. Back then sex was a distant rumor. An inside joke only the grownups shared. You knew it was naughty, you just didn’t know what it was exactly. One day I stole a tape from my uncle and waited until everyone fell asleep. Then I put that tape in and I must say things took a different turn from then on.
My uncle came into the room and found me standing two inches away from the TV screen. My jaw was open and I gave him a wide smile when I saw him standing behind me.
“His expression was priceless” he told my mother later “he looked so happy and so horrified at the same time”
My point is a combination of porn and sex is an essential part of the young male’s upbringing. For the boy it will always feel like there is something missing until he discovers boobs, and lots of them. We all saw the magazines “That kid” brought to school, and we all drew genitals in our text books in class. Some more than others of course. Others were “That kid” himself. Imagine how he will be like in his forties.

That said, I do not think taking naked photos of your wife/girlfriend and sharing them with other guys is cool. It’s not cool dude. It’s a very bad fad that is spreading like wild fire in Khartoum, what’s that about? And where did it come from?
Girls, you are there naked, why on earth would he want a portrait of it when it’s happening to him in real time. Also webcams, do not take your clothes off on webcams, especially when his is not on, because probably there is a crowd there with him in the room laughing and snapping screen prints.
I am not saying all guys do that. Some actually do use it to strengthen the intimacy between them and their partner. Some guys are just kinky, I don’t know. But those guys keep the photos to themselves.

I am just saying…

Who are the Sudanese

2010-09-14T17:50:00.004+03:00

We are the generation that is lost in translation, literary. I often find myself debating the Sudanese culture with other Sudanese friends, trying to pin-point what makes us Sudanese, or, what makes our culture unique as Sudanese people.
The answer I keep coming up with is, well…peanuts.
I feel like Sudan has always been suffering an identity crisis. Are we Arabs, or Africans? The question remains unanswered, and I am ok with that. Maybe we are just Sudanese. Maybe we don’t need to belong in a group. Maybe we fall in the ever so popular “It’s complicated” category.
But people keep talking about culture. And I say that Sudan has no culture of its own. Maybe it’s just the word culture that bothers me.
The definition of the world culture is pretty much this: An integrated pattern of human knowledge, belief, and behavior that depends upon the capacity for symbolic thought and social learning.
Sudan holds such a diverse collection of ethnicities, religions and beliefs that it’s almost impossible to set a pattern of anything from it. We are like a creature that has half its body in the water and the other half on land. But its still a very happy creature, most of the time. I get an image of a big seal, laying in the sun and flapping its tail in the water.
A friend snapped at me and said well the Sudanese are known to be very generous and very welcoming. I said that is a common trait in the Arab world, and it does not define us as a culture.
“You mean like the Italians and pizza?”
“No,” I answered “I mean like the Egyptians and Heliopolis, the pharos. Or Japan and its Samurai, or”
“China and its food”
“Well maybe”
“Men are whipped in some tribes at their wedding”
“Men are whipped at their weddings everywhere hun,” I said smiling “and yes I know what you mean, but that’s an African thing. It happens all over West Africa, it is not a Sudanese thing”
“Darfur” she finally said “and peanuts”
Also known as “Fool” or “Al-fool al-Sudani” or in some places “Slave peanuts” and then the other thing that we are now known for.

I wonder why the Sudanese pyramids at the ancient city of Meroe aren’t famous. I wonder why no one made a big deal about the English invasion of Sudan like they did of India’s. I wonder who is responsible for this chaos. I wonder if it’s the people, the geographical location, or the leadership.
I wonder maybe we didn’t write enough books, made enough art. I wonder maybe we didn’t have enough resources. I wonder about refugee camps and ethnic cleansing campaigns. I wonder about sands soaked in children’s blood, and a helpless mass of parents watching horrible things.

At some point I will no longer wonder, and I will begin to fear the one word that will mark Sudan will be genocide instead of peanuts. It will be war instead of culture. It will be anarchy instead of generosity and hospitality.
The question remains, what is it that truly defines us, and unites us as one other than political and ecological borders?

Who are you Sudanese people?

Dear God has it really been this long??

2010-07-31T01:57:00.004+03:00

Yes, I am infamous in the area of procrastination and delaying things. All things that is, from work to visiting family. I am rapidly building a reputation of being a recluse, a hermit and an anti-social person.

So yes, evidently it has been a very long time since I last posted. And its not because nothing new has been going on in my life. The last few months has been, interesting to say the least, but I will rant about that later.

Two things to report today. First, I have come to the firm conclusion that all women are mental in varying levels. I am writing a bloody paper about it, I promise you its based on very good science. Secondly, out of boredom I suppose I decided to revive an old demon of mine back from the college days. I had a dream once, that I would become the next Rodney Jerkins. If you don't know who RJ is, then Google him and then continue reading. Point is I made a few stabs at recording music, mixing and producing hybrid tracks. That is taking a song and mixing it with something else entirely. Like reggae and alternative rock, or Hip-Hop and Indian music.

I sent my demo to a local radio station and basically they told me to fuck off very nicely. Total kill joy...

Recently I began mixing again, and I went back to my iLike page, which I started back when I was still on Facebook. To my surprise I have over 200 fans there. Needless to say it was a nice ego boost. So against my friend's advice, I am posting the link to my iLike page here. So go check it out, give it a listen and leave me a comment. I plan to have at least one song on the radio before I die.

One more thing to add to my bucket list.

Beace...

Badri Salih on iLike

Childhood, music and making out - Part III

2010-03-22T23:10:00.003+02:00

Artists live by the motto create or disintegrate. I always loved that motto. And I have come to learn that to be able to create you need your imagination. Curious thing the imagination isn’t? As children we had vibrant imaginations. We were in a constant creative state, and it was beautiful.

If undisturbed, a child can spend an entire day immersed in colors and paints. I know this because when I was a child I used to draw stories, make them up as I go along. And come the next day I would make up more stories, even more magical than the ones from the day before. All I needed was a pencil and paper.

My cousin and I shared a gigantic assortment of Ninja Turtles and G.I.JOE toys, and we made everyday an adventure. If we play in the garden then it would be a jungle adventure, if we were in the bathtub or a pool then it’s an ocean adventure. We worked with what we had, we never complained, and it was awesome.

Deepak Chopra said “There is always one moment in childhood where the door opens and lets the future in”

That’s when we grow up. And that’s when we replace imagination with reason. It happens so fast we don’t even realize it. Suddenly we become logical and calculating beings. It starts with school - The slaughter house of the imagination. In school when our mind gently begins to slip into that perfect world where elephants fly and you can eat all the sugar you want, the grown up teachers would yell at us those two magical words.

‘PAY ATTENTION’

If I had a penny for every time someone yelled that at me. But see that’s ok. As children and by nature, there are a lot of things we don’t know. It has been agreed upon that it is good to yell at the child sometimes to keep him on track. And “sometimes” is the keyword here. But that sadly is not often the case. Most adults abuse their power and yell at the kids all the time. It’s the only tactic most adults know that works. And most of the time it does because it’s structured on fear. Fear makes the child succumb to virtually anything in order to avoid consequences. Doing so shaves away from the child’s spirit, killing the imagination.

You see force negates…

I remember when I was in school they used to beat us up with whips and tree branches all the time. Why, normally because we did something terrible. We didn’t do our homework, we didn’t come to school early, or we didn’t stay quiet between classes. I was so terrified of school I hated the very thought of it. And I had to go there every awful morning for six to seven hours. Horrible place it was. School was like a concentration camp. The teachers were the guards, and the principle was the warden.

One week I was sick with Malaria, and when I returned to school the first period was religion. I was in the third grade or so, and it was a class of a little over 100 students. The teacher had given my class a few pages from the Quran they had to memorize. And whoever did not know them by heart would be spanked ten times on the ass in front of the whole class. I remember the teacher began the test at the end of the room. To save time, he would pick randomly from the benches and then move forward. Those who would recite the pages perfectly or with little error, sit down again. Those who fail were sent to stand in front of the classroom, facing the blackboard to await their penalty. I sat in the middle of the class, and in my pocket was my doctor’s note. I was safe. Keep in mind that I did not know of this assignment. When it was given I was sick at home watching cartoons and eating cereal all week.

The teacher edged closer and closer to my bench. I could hear the tree branch screeching like a large nail as it dragged on the cement floor. Closer and closer it came. I could hear the boys behind me, reciting the verses the best they knew. The benches would grumble as they walk out of it and then pass me towards the blackboard. Some would start crying the minute they know they are not doing too good. It was like watching an episode of American Idol. You were happy for those who made it, and horrified for those who trembled, and then were asked nicely to step outside of the bench.

‘Badri’

The voice was dead into my ear drum. I bolted up so fast by the time I was straight I had forgotten all about the note in my pocket. As the blood rushed to my head all that came to mind were words. I was saying a lot of words like my life depended on it and I had no idea where they were coming from. My eyes locked hard on the tree branch, which was no longer screeching. The whip was now moving gently from side to side, like the tail of some lizard-like creature. The words were still coming out, and I knew my voice was loud. I could hear myself but my mind was elsewhere. The tail was still moving, slower now but still moving. Then the words stopped, and the whip was idle on the floor.

‘Sit down’ the voice said ‘very good’

When I sat down, I felt like I had been underwater for ten minutes. My ears were ringing, and my heart was in my throat. It took me a few seconds to realize that I had just recited the pages perfectly. I was so scared I memorized the pages as I heard them repeated by my classmates over and over. My subconscious wasn’t taking any chances. The mind realized that people were being punished for not knowing, and decided to avoid punishment the best way it could. That’s what school does to us. And that’s the way it went on year after year. The imagination is buried further and further down under layers and layers of fear. Fear burned into the subconscious can make the child’s mind do marvelous things. I did everything the teachers asked me to do and I hated and/or feared most of my teachers up until high school. It was not an exciting learning experience, school sucked. That was as black and white as it gets to me. Needless to say that today I have no recollection whatsoever of the entire third grade curriculum.

I am sure everyone agrees that learning anything is supposed to be fun. It can be in ways that would not terrorize the child and kill the imagination. I know this because I was lucky I had parents and grandparents who made an effort to show me this. I mentioned earlier that I had a sesame street cultured brain. It’s the truth, and I tell this story all the time and no one believes it. I have been told many times that I have an American accent. Friends would ask me how come I have good English, and I tell them I learned English from watching Sesame Street. My grandfather was a movie buff, so every time we went to the video store he would get himself an action movie or a western, and me a Sesame Street tape. I loved Sesame Street, subsequently I loved English. On the other hand I hated Arabic. I thought it was the most dreadful subject to be taught in school. You know why, because they beat us up when we didn’t know which poet wrote what poem in what decade. I loved English. I loved it because it was fun to learn. My subconscious as a child welcomed it and associated it with fun. And as the years went by I loved my English teachers. You know why, because I was so good at it thanks to Sesame Street and my parents, teachers stopped beating me up. Would I be here writing this if Kermit the frog jumped off the screen yelling ‘PAY ATTENTION’ every now and then? I don’t think so. I call it the public school vs. TV school paradox.

So as we get bigger, taller, older, we get far less joyful because of our bad childhood experiences. If something isn’t presented in the right way to a child, he will hate it so fast you can’t even imagine. And you can’t change that when it happens. The damage is very difficult to reverse. Adults try to force the child to grow too early, and as a result the child becomes mutated. The child grows up angry, confused, lost because they end up doing things out of fear and not interest. Then they become adults whom use what is left of their imagination only for worrying, which is another form of fear by the way. An adult’s biggest fear is that things will not go according to plan. The plan laid out for him by his elders.

One of my all time favorite movie scenes is one by Heath Ledger playing The Joker in The Dark Knight:

“Joker: [serious, smirks slowly] Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it! You know…I just do things. The mob has plans. The cops have plans. Gordon's got plans. You know…they're schemers. Schemers trying to control their little worlds. I'm not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are. So when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you'll know that I'm telling the truth. [starts unstrapping Harvey's wrists from one side] It's the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, and you had plans. And, uh... [starts unstrapping Harvey's other wrist] look where that got ya. I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and [sing-song tone] I turned it on itself. Look at what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hm? You know–you know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go "according to plan"… even if the plan is horrifying”

Ned Rorem said “Arguably, no artist grows up. If he sheds the perception of childhood, he ceases being an artist”

And what can be more horrifying than when the monsters don’t seem that scary anymore.

I recommend for anyone who is reading this right now to go and do something they loved doing as children. See what it does to you, and savor it.

Much love

Cosmic Love and mornings

2010-03-22T08:24:00.003+02:00

I love these guys, a little band called Florence and the machine. And it became a morning tradition to get up around 7 am and put them on. This song in particular is like coffee for me. Thought I'd share it with you...

This is cosmic love :)

Florence and the machine -Cosmic Love


A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

___

Big ups to youtube, love the new embedding options (^^)

Titicut Follies

2010-03-19T13:58:00.002+02:00

I was watching an interview with Sir Ben Kingsly on his role in "Shutter Island" when he mentioned this documentary. I looked it up and watched it, and boy...

Titicut Follies is by far one of cinema's most notorious movies, Titicut Follies was shot in 1966 - 1967 inside a Massachusetts federal correctional institute for the mentally insane, capturing the deplorable conditions of its facility and unbelievably poor mental health of its residents. Patients who should ostensibly be being cured are instead being force-fed, and left naked and raving in empty cells.
The verbal abuse is beyond belief. Scenes where guards go on and on to get inmates to lose it.
Naturally, the film was quickly banned; the only way to see it was via underground means. Graphic and deeply disturbing, this grainy black & white work isn't for everyone, but the producer Frederick Wiseman's insights into the cold truth of the crazy-folk prison system is one film that any fan of film and history truly needs to seek out.

Check out your favorite Torrent sites I am sure you'll find it. It is a very interesting piece of film.

Childhood, music and making out - Part II

2010-03-17T02:19:00.001+02:00

I remember my grandfather’s collection of classical music. I write about this all time because its one of my favorite childhood stories. My grandfather had a large wooden shelf stacked with vinyls from all over the world. The man loved classical music so much everyone he knew would bring him a record as a gift. I remember evenings, when I used to sneak in and sit in his room. I watch him carefully pulling out a symphony or a sonata from the large wooden shelf and then placing it gently on the 78 rpm record player. It was an ancient thing made with a beautiful hard wood exterior and it had a sleek aluminum plated tape recorder built into it. I run and stand next to him to watch the needle as it touches the black circling surface of the record. The needle falls into place, and then it starts gliding, as if dancing on water from one side of the record to the other. Only noise at first, a low static scratching noise. Then the room gradually fills with sound. I sit next to my grandfather as he drinks his tea, and he would tell me all kinds of stories. We would read off the names together off the vinyl covers. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s Lacrimosa, and Johann Sebastian Bach’s Erbarme Dich. He’d tell me the meaning of the words he knew, and sometime when I corner him with questions he’d just read something off the vinyl cover and make up a story to fill my curiosity. Unknowingly, he made me fall in love with classical music. A bond was created then and there. A moment was born.
As almost everything else I loved as a child, it was so easy for me to love classical music. I didn’t understand how it was composed or who those musicians that made it were. But I loved it. I loved the setting in which I was introduced to it in. I didn’t need a logical or an artistic understanding of music to love it. I just decided to love it and it just was.

Later would come a day when my grandfather and I were watching a movie. The hero of the spaghetti-western had just rescued his long lost love. A beautiful woman dressed in a stunning pasty wedding dress. She was about to marry the villain I suppose when she was rescued, I don’t remember the plot. But what I do remember is the hero taking the woman in his arms. He started kissing her fervently. I remember asking my grandfather without taking my eyes off the screen

“Why is the man biting the woman?”

My grandfather couldn’t breathe he was laughing so hard “He is not biting her you little idiot” he answered me still laughing “He is tasting her”

“Tasting her” I whispered, repeating my grandfather’s words out loud to my self, twisting and turning them in my little sesame street cultured brain. Naturally it didn’t make a lick of sense at first, so I remained silent. Spellbound by the spectrum, watching the cowboy move his hands on the woman’s waist and up until they rested on her neck. The movie was probably rated 17. Anyways, the cowboy paused, looked at his lover and then kissed her again and again. Beethoven’s famous sonata the “Fur Elise” began playing in the background as the protagonist went on showering the woman with his lips. The familiar sound was low at first, as if being played on an old radio, and then the sound gradually filled the background before the picture faded away. Credits began to roll. And I was ecstatic. I knew that song. I heard the Fur Elise a lot, along with other Beethoven in my grandfather’s room. I looked at him smiling. He had no idea what I was smiling about.

“Biting the woman” he repeated laughing.

I imagine he probably thought I was amused by the cowboy making out with his girlfriend, which was partially true. But my smile was of sheer happiness. My love for classical music was intensified. I know this because today almost twenty years later, I have a gigantic collection of classical music. I have classical music in my ipod, my computer at home. And I listen to it while drinking tea.

My friends joke about it and tell me only serial killers and snobs listen to classical music. I tell them I wouldn’t know, but serial killers and snobs both must have excellent taste.

Listen and tell me what you think…

Much love

Childhood, music and making out - Part I

2010-03-16T21:50:00.004+02:00

“When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them; they show us the state of our decay”

It’s a fact of life that no matter how old we get, it is the child inside of us that keeps us from going completely mental. Like an inner super power, hidden inside us that we depend on in times of need. I say this because when we were children, everything was black and white. You saw clearly, and things weren’t as complicated as they are when we grew up. Whatever it was, we either loved it or hated it. We either played with it or very purposely dropped it in the toilet.

So we often catch our selves saying that we loved or hated something since we were kids. I was always fascinated by that notion. I think it’s very interesting how easily we loved or hated things when we were children.

I was seven years old when I was completely convinced that my bathroom came alive at night. The sounds of a bad water pipe would seem exactly like the reticent moans of a mythological beast. Back then fear was justified, and I was totally ok with it. Monsters made sense, and that was that. For a child, monsters are a fact of life. That is why every culture has at least a dozen of them around to scare children half to death. I wouldn’t dare to look under my bed because I thought “Elba’ati” – The Sudanese version of the boogie man - was down there, waiting for me to take a peek so he could grab my little head and rip it right off. Naturally, I went through a few good years without even knowing how it looked like under my bed. I also avoided dark places like the plague. If I had to turn off the light switch in a room, I would run out of there as fast as I could soon as I hear that switch click. Adults would tell you to not be afraid of the dark. They say there is nothing there to be afraid of. It was Greek to me. And I wasn’t going to stick around long enough to confirm if it was true. Like I said, all things were black and white, no maybes. A child takes no chances. When we were young we acted on our better judgment. As far as I was concerned, dark was bad light was good.

George Carlin said “When I was a kid I was known as a fussy eater. 'Fussy eater!' That's what they called it in my house. "He's a fussy eater." 'Fussy eater' is a euphemism for "Big pain in the ass." I would say, "I don't like that!" "Why?" They wanted reasons. Well, you don’t always have a reason. "I don't know. I know I don't like it. And I know that if I ate it, I would like it even less. You like it? You eat it!" Then they would try to corner me with logic. "How do you know you don't like it if you've never even tried it?"

"It came to me in a dream!"

The same went with “Abo-Gofa” – The basket man - who supposedly passes by your street if you are playing without your shoes on. Bill Cosby said “The essence of childhood, of course, is play. Which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic” Story has it that Abo-Gofa picks up children who play on the street and refuse to wear their shoes. Abo-Gofa then takes them in a large basket that he carries on his hunched back to his house in the woods and eats them. Did I ever question Abo-Gofa’s existence? No sir, Abo-Gofa was real. He was so real to me that some nights I slept with my shoes on just to be safe.

The memories of us believing in monsters are but only a few of the special stock of memories we experienced when we were kids. Now we know them as moments, that when we look back on we shake our heads thinking

‘Silly me’.

I will be back to tell you a few stories about my childhood soon. Would love to hear a few of your own. Leave me a comment

Much love

.:: i-pods and puppy love - Nick and Norah's infinite playlist ::.

2009-02-13T01:37:00.002+02:00

Movies are like cake, shut up I know it’s a stupid analogy but bear with me here. It's all about ingredients, and just the right amount of everything.

Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist had just that. Based on the popular young adult novel of the same name, the movie is a surprisingly timeless story given its hip trappings, and will enthrall teen, and even us grown ass adult viewers who imagine such an adventurous, music-fueled life for themselves.

The story is slight, which will feel true to those of Nick and Norah's age even if it inspires eye rolls in stuck up anal older audiences. Nick (Michael Cera) is fresh off a breakup with Tris (Alexis Dziena), a vapid, blonde classmate of Norah's the beautiful (Kat Dennings) who the dark, sarcastic Norah can barely tolerate. Norah only knows Nick through the mix CDs he made for Tris during their relationship, but meets him super-cute when, at a concert for Nick's band The Jerk Offs, Norah asks him to “be my boyfriend for five minutes” and get Tris to stop teasing her. Norah, of course, has chosen the one boy who can make Tris fiercely jealous, and when Nick's bandmates see an opportunity to help their lovelorn friend, they conspire to send Nick and Norah off for a night on the town.

One beautiful addition to the story is that Nick's band is all gay except for him.

Anyway, the two set off to find Where's Fluffy, a band that only announces its shows through secret networks and flyers left across town. In the meantime, though, they must cope with Norah's drunk friend Caroline (Ari Graynor) running away from Nick's friends, Tris showing up at every turn to seduce Nick, and Norah's on-again off-again fling Tal (a surprisingly macho Jay Baruchel) turning up to show her-- and the audience-- why Nick is a much better option.

The genuine spark between Cera and Dennings carries much of the budding romance along. Cera is trying his best to break out of the aw-shucks cutie role he's perfected over the years, and succeeds somewhat. But the dark-eyed beautiful Dennings, hilarious a few years ago in 40-Year Old Virgin, emerges as an icon for a whole new generation of young women itching to get out of high school and share their smarts with rest of the world.

It’s a beautiful movie, a perfect cake of romance and young love. I say its easily the best romance movie of 2008, and it will make you want to find that puppy love all over again.

.:: Rise of the Lycans ::.

2009-02-10T20:23:00.001+02:00

Let me describe how a perfect day can get even better. My perfect day somewhat goes like this. I come early from a nice mundane day at work, have a nice meal and take a long afternoon nap. I wake up, drink me some tea with a butt load of digestive, and then put on my all time favorite album [Bryan Adams – On a day like today] and listen to it while I write or paint for a couple of hours.
On a perfect day normally I don’t have any work due the next day. So then I might go out, but if I don’t go out I tend to stay in and play some video games. Then with dinner I watch a movie.
Now a good movie to end a perfect day is like the cherry on top of a Sunday or a cigarette after visiting grandma. Underworld – Rise of the lycans was just that perfect ending to a perfect day…
We go visit the origins of the centuries-old blood feud between the aristocratic vampires known as Death Dealers and their onetime slaves, the Lycans.
But to be honest, the movie is strictly for the fans of the movie series, if you didn’t like the first two movies, I suppose you will not enjoy this very much.
But to us vampire fans, the movie is beautiful.
I was beyond excited when I first heard about the origins Underworld movie. I mean come on… the start of the werewolves versus vampires war! Does a geek need to hear anything else to get his blood pumping? The answer is no.
But again to non-geek audiences, the movie would – I hate to say this but – suck. Very little precious screen time is wasted on us humans (except as Vampire or Lycan food). Almost every second of this film is spent with either Vampires or Lycans on the screen. Usually pissed off at each other… often killing each other. For a film like Underworld this is a total positive aspect because it seems like the producers are finally starting to clue in to the fact that in a werewolf/vampire movie… we want to see werewolves fighting vampires.
The visual effects for this film… when you really consider how small the production budget was… are amazing. You have to understand that by Hollywood standards the budget on Underworld: Rise of the Lycans was beyond tiny. Oh there are times that the effects look like they came from 2002, but I was very impressed with what they were able to pull off.
Viktor is still the coolest Vampire ever, after Lestat, and Louis, and well…the Anne Rice lot.

Now the bad, or the somewhat funny if I may say.

Dear god in heavens… this movie has one of the WORST love scenes in the history of werewolf vs. vampire movies. Ok, one of the worst in the history of cinema It just sort of comes out of nowhere, feels awkward as hell, has absolutely zero heat to it and by the end doesn’t even pay you off with so much as a side boob shot.

But all in all Underworld: Rise of the Lycans succeeds in all the areas is needed to in order to deliver a fun time at the movies for us fans while failing to deliver what it required to make it really special as a vampire movie. The effectiveness of the continuity with the first Underworld film and the decent performances by Michael Sheen, Bill Nighy and the very sexy very hot Rhona Mitra to end up being the best of the franchise so far and worth a trip to the movie theater.

.:: The Reader ::.

2009-02-08T12:55:00.003+02:00

When he falls ill on his way home from school, 15 year-old Michael Berg is rescued by Hanna, a woman twice his age. The two begin an unexpected and passionate affair only for Hanna to suddenly and inexplicably disappear. Eight years later, Michael, now a young law student observing Nazi war trials, meets his former lover again, under very different circumstances. Hanna is on trial for a hideous crime.
As I watched the first half hour of the reader I experienced wave after wave of mixed feelings about the whole thing. As disturbing as it was to watch Kate Winslet do the reverse cowgirl to an adolescent boy who looks somewhat like the German version of a Jonas Brother, it was rather interesting. The story builds up quite nicely around the whole moral scare, that you end up following a beautifully crafted relationship, one between a very troubled grown up and a perfectly normal sexually driven teenager.
I can break up the movie to three sections. In the first section, set in 1958, the 15-year-old Michael (David Kross) meets the voluptuous, very sexy Hanna Schmitz (Kate Winslet), a kind and seemingly distant bus conductress more than twice his age. She provides his sexual initiation and sentimental education in a beautiful and very dark way. In return she asks him to read to her before and after sex, and he on his part entertains her with The Odyssey, Huckleberry Finn, War and Peace and a personal favorite of mine Lady Chatterley's Lover which I quoted a lot in my Crimson Chronicles.
And that was the amazing thing about the reader for me, there is such eroticism in their reading sessions, pure untainted intimacy between this boy and this woman, which brings to mind Michel Deville's La Lectrice.
I will let you discover the other two sections of the movie when you watch it, and please do. If I go any further I will ruin the joy of the experience for you. Needless to say it’s a beautiful film, by all means a must watch.

Nine stars from HD.

:: Next time I will review - The secret life of Bees [Director's Cut] and i will tell you why I think Dakota Faning will end up a lesbian...::

Cheers

The reader Trailer

:: S*#%*** Street::

2009-02-07T01:44:00.001+02:00

This is some funny stuff...

The Dark Knight ::Blu-Ray::

2009-01-30T18:05:00.002+02:00

:: the abbreviation HD here refers to the High Definition video quality and not the title of the blog::

Hardcore fans of the caped crusader must have watched The dark knight at least ten times by now. I watched it twice cam version, and I wrote my Facebook/Flixter review on that, three times when the screener DVD came out “For award consideration only my ass” and then twice the ripped divx version of the DVD. Then I read somewhere online that Christopher Nolan the director of both Batman begins and The dark knight had went and shot the entire movie by IMAX [IMAX (short for Image MAXimum) is a film format created by Canada's IMAX Corporation that has the capacity to display images of far greater size and resolution than conventional film display systems.] know that there were only four IMAX cameras when Nolan was shooting the movie, and he went and broke one of them. But you know what, it was worth it. Because I could not wait for the Blue ray edition to come out when it was advertised, and it did, oh my god it did.
Blu Ray is crack on a disc…
Picture quality is terrifyingly clear; surround sound is so amazing on the 5.1 you will get spontaneous orgasms for the whole two hours. And believe it or not even us Batman geeks felt like we never watched it before.
Little details you never paid attention to prior to the HD version, like the look on Ramirez’s face when she closes the car door for Harvey just after they caught the Joker, and many more.
If the replay value isn’t enough, the special HD two disc special edition of the film is packed with special features.

• Limited-edition Batpod
• Movie with Focus Points (picture in picture)
• BD-Live™ gateway to exclusive content
• 2.40:1 aspect ratio, with IMAX sequences in 1.78:1
• Gotham Uncovered: Creation of a Scene: Director Christopher Nolan and creative collaborators unmask the incredible detail and planning behind the film, including stunt staging, filming in IMAX®, and the new Bat-suit and Bat-pod.
• Batman Tech: The incredible gadgets and tools (in HD)
• Batman Unmasked: The Psychology of The Dark Knight: Delve into the psyche of Bruce Wayne and the world of Batman through real-world psychotherapy (in HD)
• Gotham Tonight: 6 episodes of Gotham Cable's premier news program
• The Galleries: The Joker cards, concept art, poster art, production stills, trailers and TV spots

Finally, I can say that The dark knight is the Metal gear solid 4 of the motion picture world for 2008. A 10/10 hands down, and Heath Ledger, will – mark my words people – win the Oscar for best supporting actor this year.
It’s a must own must watch film, simple as that. You will never tire of watching it. And it is the second movie I give a 10/10 in 2008 after Stardust. Stardust was awesome.

Slumdog to Rich Boi

2009-01-14T00:54:00.004+02:00

There are good movies and there are good movies, :: Slumdog Millionare :: is the latter. The movie is beyond belief. I always was fascinated by Indian culture, I am even in the process of writing a short Novelia that takes place between Mumbai and Pune. So for the past few months i have immersed myself in Indian culture, and this movie is just breathtaking.

The film is based on the book Q & A by Vikas Swarup, we are introduced to Jamal (Dev Patel), who is on his way of winning KAUN BANEGA CROREPATI (Who wants to be a millionaire?), yet there is skepticism from the game show host (Anil Kapoor) that a slumboy could know the answers and he gets him arrested. The policeman (Irrfan Khan) demands to know how Jamal could possibly know the answers to all the questions, and thus begins the journey of his experiences through flashback. With each question asked in the present, we learn from his past, that he learnt many things that common people would never know, without reading a book. As we move from flashback to the current time, where Jamal is proving his innocence, we learn that his real goal is to reunite with his true love Latika (Freida Pinto), whom he’s been searching for since he was a boy.

Slumdog Millionaire is the feel good movie of the year and I can say that the movie is the biggest contender for best picture at the Oscars on February 22nd. The pacing of the story is fast-paced and you become eager to know how Jamal gets the answers right. Even though life has been unfair, he’s shown as a fighter and just never gives up despite all obstacles.

Go check it out, you owe it to yourselves.

Oh yes, if you are an old Indian movies fan, you are in for a special treat right after the credits start rolling at the end Bollywood style.

The BoOb Song ! Male vs Female versions

2009-01-13T00:07:00.003+02:00

WOMAN'S POEM:

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

The End

Now that you have glimpsed into the male mind, here is another presentation. This video below is the boob song by Priscilla Ahn.
Enjoy !

Now that you heard her story, here is what a booby song from a dude's point of view is like...

:: Bolt and RocknRolla ::

2009-01-12T14:19:00.004+02:00

Bolt is a German Shepherd who has lived his whole life on the set of his action Television show titled "Bolt" , and now believes he has superpowers. He becomes separated from the studio and his Penny - The girl who owns him and his co-star on the show. Then the dog goes on a journey of a lifetime.
I loved the movie, it was really hilarious and the animation is real eye candy.
The film features the voice talent of John Travolta as Bolt, Susie Essman as Mittins the cat, and the annoying Miley Cyrus as Penny.
Word of advice though, do not watch this movie with a 4 years old. I watched it with my baby cousin and she burst into tears saying "How come he cant find his friend ! "
It was then clear to me that Disney has crossed the line with their story telling. The target audience are not kids anymore, its grown ass adults. Because i found the movie rather entertaining, the little baby found it miserable and painful to watch. I had to skip to the end to show her that everything turns out well and the dog finds his friend [This is not a spoiler, its a fucking cartoon, they all have happy endings] Then I had to explain that this is not real, its just a cartoon and there is no Tom and Jerry. Then the baby threw another tantrum...

Next up on the review board is Guy Ritchie's new diamond - RocknRolla
The movie is about a Russian mobster who orchestrates a crooked land deal, putting millions of dollars up for grabs and attracting all of London's criminal underworld.
To me the equastion is a full A list cast from the UK and the US plus GR = Brilliant. Simple as that, and you will know what i am talking about if you watched Snatch or Smoking Barrels, you know there is way more to the twist all through the movie.
Its genius, very funny and dark as hell. I'd say one of the best movies of 2009 hands down.
Go check it out...axxo just released the torrent.

RocknRolla Trailer courtesy of Empire

Yahtzee game awards for 2008

2009-01-12T01:12:00.002+02:00

Yahtzee is a British-born, currently Australian-based writer and gamer with a sweet hat and a chip on his shoulder. When he isn't talking very fast into a headset mic he also designs freeware adventure games and writes the back page column for PC Gamer, who are too important to mention us. And by us here I mean the Escapist, where I copied this from. Shout out to The Escapist, all rights reserved, link is in the bottom and what not. Anyways, Yahtzee's personal site is www.fullyramblomatic.com.

We love Yahtzee here on HD, and that's that.

Torrents and Coda.fm

2009-01-11T21:45:00.003+02:00

Everybody uses torrents now, that is a fact. If you happen to be one of the few who still don't know how or what a torrent is, you should be ashamed of yourself. I say this with love. You are online and you don't know what a torrent is, come on man.
To show how much I love you and care about you keeping up with the world, here is an article from Yahoo Answers - Sorry Google - about Torrents and how to use them.
That said...
Another addition to our links on the sidebar there is :: Coda.fm :: a hot new music website for full album torrents. Check it out, the place is loaded with albums old and new.
I just started downloading The Ballads by Mariah Carey. Most tracks on the album are from a time when her boobs were a lot smaller and her voice was larger than life.

Beace

Perception

2009-01-11T17:02:00.001+02:00

So what do we see here, is it an old woman or a young lady? With a little effort you can see both which is really cool. If you cant see them both then you are stupid and you are likely to become a serial killer...its been scientifically and psychologically proven i am very sorry.

Woody delivers with Spanish cast

2009-01-08T16:04:00.005+02:00

I must admit that Vicky Cristina Barcelona is the one Woody Al movie that i found very good. It is the typical Woody Allen movie, but with a little bit of Spanish spice and a new view on sex and relationships. I think that the Spanish combo is what made it watchable unlike Anything but. Anything but was so boring I thought blood will start shooting out of my ears because of all the stupid dull and all in all weird conversation.
Javier and Scarlett were the perfect cast to play the artist and the neurotic weirdo chick. Penelope Cruise is as beautiful as ever, and her character is amazing. The story just builds up around the characters nicely and smoothly. Though I hated Vicki, sometimes her performance leans to the way Mark Whaleberg was acting on The Happening, zoombie like, but here it somehow works.
The movie is about new experiences, sex and art...
Check it out, a very nice movie to watch with your loved ones. As for the synposis the trailer tells it all.
The movie is easy to find now that its out on DVD.

PINOCCHIO- as we like em

2009-01-03T20:50:00.002+02:00

(Note for the idiots:: Del Toro is the amazing director who brought us films like Cronos, Mimic - well Mimic sucked ass but anyways, Blade II, Hellboy I and II, and Pan's Labyrinth. The guy likes monsters and I think he is fucking AWESOME)

14-Nov-2008 - Del Toro To Make Stop-Motion PINOCCHIO
by Parker Lyons BloodyDisgusting reports that Guillermo Del Toro is trying to get a stop-motion version of Gris Grimly's PINOCCHIO into production, and also has an idea of his own for a puppet movie.

"We are trying to get a full stop-motion version of Gris Grimly's Pinocchio off the ground, with the Jim Henson Company," says GDT. "The idea came from Gris, and everybody loves his book about it. The original story is far more perverse and spooky and semi-necrophilia vibe to it in certain aspects. Gris certainly has that vein in him, he wants to do this with that original spookiness in it, we are trying to get it going. The Jim Henson Company is the behind it and we are currently working on the screenplay!"

GDT adds that this won't be something we see anytime soon, saying it could take up to three years to finish.

Guillermo also mentions that he got an idea to make an original puppet movie of his own after putting together the opening sequence in HELLBOY II.

"I am not at liberty to speak about it right now, but one of the hundred things we are doing is developing a full-scale puppet film of my own as well," he says.

To learn more about Gris Grimly, you can visit his website at www.madcreator.com.

Copied from www.deltorofilms.com

Jessie Girl :P

2009-01-03T19:28:00.000+02:00

.:: From Penny Arcade Comics - www.penny-arcade.com ::.

The very long Curious Case of Benjamin Button

2009-01-02T14:37:00.003+02:00

Last night and after a very long wait I watched the most anticipated new Bard Pitt movie :: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button :: and soon as I saw that the runtime was a little shy of three hours, a little voice inside my head went “Fuck”

See I have a history with movies that run for over two hours, no matter how good the movie is it gets a little unstable and jumbled when its that long.

Think of it as a really good Korean car, it handles beautifully but when you push it to over 120 mph the car starts shaking and might flip over for no particular reason.

With that in mind, and being the cynic that I am I started watching the film and I have to admit I was wrong, well to some extent.

The movie is ok, I mean the story is original and new and very :: very :: interesting.

Pitt plays a man who is born 80 years old, but instead of aging, he grows young.

That is the synopsis, copied word for word from rotten tomatoes, and it is pretty much that.

You get out a few laughs; the characters are pretty well written and will keep you interested. Production design is amazing. And Brad Pitt getting younger was spanned throughout the three hours perfectly so that you don’t get bored.

Another plus for me was the fact that I just love New Orleans. It’s the scenery, the atmosphere and the accent. I never been there by the way, but New Orleans for me is a large pot of mystical and beautiful things. Movies like :: The skeleton Key :: and :: Interview with the vampire :: come screaming to mind when I hear that accent or watch the old brown houses.

All in all it’s a good movie, not great but good and …that’s pretty much it.

The Maxx

2009-01-01T18:58:00.006+02:00

Nostalgia for me is watching Mtv oddities and liquid television back in 1994-1995. The other day I was going through some torrent sites and I found a torrent for the series (The Maxx) based on the 1993 comic book by Sam Keith. I loved that show so much, and watching it again it just brought back so many memories.
If you are a fan of some hardcore Comic books, you will love this.

Plot and Characters: The Maxx is a purple-clad superhero with disproportional sized feet, living in a cardboard box. One of his only friends is the incredibly hot Julie Winters (She made my top 5 hottest comic book characters of all time ), who is a freelance social worker. The Maxx often finds himself shifting back and forth between the “real” world and a more primitive one called The Outback. (He keeps calling it Australia for some reason which I thought was hilarious) In that world The Maxx rules and protects Julie, who is known there as the Leopard Queen (Again, hot). The connection between the two is slowly exposed as the story evolves. It is a link that neither is aware of at first.

Let’s not forget the nasty perverted Mr. Gone and the mischievous, little, eyeless Isz. (Sounds like the plural of “Is”.) Mr Gone plays the role of antagonizer and fights The Maxx in both worlds. The black Iszzz infest the real world and are manipulated by Mr Gone. The black Isz take on the appearance of an average person when seen by most people. In The Outback, the white Isz run wild and gather in huge herds, which look more like tidal waves, when chasing The Maxx.

Julie has a friend named Sarah. She is a depressed teenager who is the daughter of a friend of Julie’s. Sarah is often in conflict with her hippie mother, who disciplines her so she won’t grow up to be like her father, Mr. Gone. There are other key players such as the rabbit and Norbert, later in the story, but I don’t want to ruin it for you. The story will evoke many feelings from you.

Intro for the Maxx :: Courtesy of retro Junk

The Maxx was written so that each person would see the story in their own way. The plot is also a bit of a mind-bender to grasp, which may lead you to digest the story more then once. (None of this registred with me ofcourse back then, this is all after I watched it again now) There are varying interpretations of the meaning of the story. Just know that a dark underlying world exists in The Maxx and it is slowly exposed throughout the story.

I saw some of the comic art online, and the comics and the TV episodes differ in many ways, but both are enjoyable. If you are interested in finding the video or comic book you may be hard-pressed to find either, but it would be worth your effort. Be careful when surfing for more info, because you will come across more details that may spoil the experience, if you’re new to the world of The Maxx.
Download the torrent and watch it, seriously…

The Maxx Torrent download from Mininova