Been occupying myself with movies in recent times. I find it awfully therapeutic, to switch off and be part of the various characters, scenarios and locations seems awfully appealing at the moment. Its either that, or its an easy excuse not to get down and dirty with the growing workload of a student.
Watched Wes Anderson`s The Darjeeling Limited some days backand am still trying to figure out if i enjoyed it. Yes i think i did enjoy the Royal Tenenbaums back then, yet i find myself on a half/half on this movie. It was colourful, funny, yet with meaning and substance inter-laced. (just a matter if you got it). Yes, this was definitely an arty farty movie, if you catch my drift. *pooot*
American Gangster was wicked(my man, my man) but im looking forward to the french movie coming out in mid december about a lovey dovey menage trois relationship with characters falling into duets throughout the movie. Something like Huit Femme(8 Females) i suppose.
Being a movie buff at this precise moment, makes me wonder. With the Oscars coming in February, we should nominate really good and enchanting actresses whom have caught our hearts in the many scenes and roles played so far. The `Airport` scene was heartfelt, the `Numb` scene was played flawlessly, captivating viewers through words and emotions, where else the sincerity of character in the `Serious Talk` scene was just mind boggling. Put your hands up ladies and gentlemen...........
Friday 30 November 2007
Wednesday 21 November 2007
Erinacious
i cried for you before, i wont do it again.
you claim to be having the `best premier league` in the world,
you claim to have the best players in the world,
you claim to have the power of rooney, gerrard, jt, and the geeza who sold his soul to the yanks.
you claim to have all good and mighty in the name of soccer.
you cant even qualify for fucking Euro 2008.
you`re better off playing tiddly-winks next summer when all eyes are on austria/switzerland.
i shed no more tears for you
you claim to be having the `best premier league` in the world,
you claim to have the best players in the world,
you claim to have the power of rooney, gerrard, jt, and the geeza who sold his soul to the yanks.
you claim to have all good and mighty in the name of soccer.
you cant even qualify for fucking Euro 2008.
you`re better off playing tiddly-winks next summer when all eyes are on austria/switzerland.
i shed no more tears for you
Thursday 15 November 2007
Sunday 11 November 2007
bupa
i read this somewhere and i liked it.
Its true that light travels faster than sound.
When i first met you, you came off as a bright person.
but god fathers, when words finally came out.....
Last Saturday-house party-boris-tower bridge-converted loft-spacious-60 odd ppl-good crowd-red-white-beer-bad lesson-mixing-no no no-
nani,mel,hafiz
cha,joe
yaz,boris,nani
celups
After getting my shit together on sunday, went to go watch a french movie at the curzon soho. Curzon shows some really good international movies, that lil breather when you just get a lil fed up of hollywood. highly recommended.
Watched Blame it on Fidel, which is a french movie set in the 70`s about the life of a girl raised by pro-communist parents. Good characters, good story line.
Next on the list,
Bricklane
Les Chansons D'amour
My Kid Could Paint That
The Kite Runner
The Darjeeling Limited
Any takers?
Its true that light travels faster than sound.
When i first met you, you came off as a bright person.
but god fathers, when words finally came out.....
Last Saturday-house party-boris-tower bridge-converted loft-spacious-60 odd ppl-good crowd-red-white-beer-bad lesson-mixing-no no no-
nani,mel,hafiz
cha,joe
yaz,boris,nani
celupsWatched Blame it on Fidel, which is a french movie set in the 70`s about the life of a girl raised by pro-communist parents. Good characters, good story line.
Next on the list,
Bricklane
Les Chansons D'amour
My Kid Could Paint That
The Kite Runner
The Darjeeling Limited
Any takers?
Wednesday 7 November 2007
Liguria
Thank you to the people who made it to Pillars tonight. Couldnt have made it without you guys.
Restepa.
Restepa.
Tuesday 6 November 2007
Sunday 4 November 2007
3:32
| Name: | Dinner Event at Award Winning Pillars Restaurant |
| Tagline: | One night only of Menus inspired by the Roux Brothers |
| Host: | BSc Culinary Arts Final Year Students |
| Type: |
| Date: | Wednesday, November 7, 2007 |
| Time: | 6:30pm - 8:30pm |
| Location: | Pillars Restaurant, Thames Valley Restaurant |
| Street: | St Mary`s Road, Ealing, W5 5RF |
| City/Town: | London, United Kingdom |
| Email: |
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lafuma
Battersea Park for fire works display was a really good idea. Masses in the thousands cramminginto a park , 5 quid per person and watching a 15 minute pyrotechnic show.
Damn the long lines to the burger stalls. 
the bonfire
the bonfire
babi buffet in kings roadmight need to tilt to the left
Saturday 3 November 2007
tomato mousse
Come lets drink and watch the fire works and commemorate the geeza who once planned to blow up Parliament.
Friday 2 November 2007
Derma Care
The journey of the captain and his first mate goes back over a year now. Having crossed many seas, discovered new lands and uncovered treasures any pirate would have dream of, the duo were off again into the horizon for yet another adventure.
The Chest of Marlboro was always a great myth in the pirates world. Words of its wonders and riches had gone back for generations but like any other great myth, no one has ever gotten to the bottom of it or even close. Until now.
The captain, a staunch Muslim, had always had a problem when it came to his first mates. A very fussy and particular character, he had only really connected and trusted one other in the past, but they parted ways nearly 2 years back. Now, to fill in the shoes, the captain has found his perfect first mate, one who he can talk to with true honesty, one whom will `aye captain` when expected but still have the balls to speak up in true honesty, one who can take the mood swings with a smile, one with very similar visions, a true friend. The first mate is a staunch Jew.
The Jew comes on board with a similar past. Coming from a history of bad captains, the Jew has been fucked around and treated like a down right pariah pirtate by dozens of previous superiors. Initially being nice and getting along fine, the work relationship always turned bad for some odd reason, and always ending on a bad note. This time the first mate is finally content with the superior. Someone who can treat a first mate with respect and honour. And for once in the first mate`s life, the dark past is not to dark to be talked about.
The route is set and mapped out. The direction is north west. just after the Ramsay Quay. The treasure is close and they both know it. With such chemistry on the boat, they knew they`ll be able to work themselves around the known treacherous waters of Yorky, and row on towards the Quay. Both know of the long journey ahead, but are in high spirits. For ahead, is the treasure that had always been the talk of the tavern. A treasure, both mates grown up to believe and dream of, was seating there for them. It was definite. For something so definite, neither could choose anyone else to be by their sides when the moment comes on opening the chest up(however gay that makes a pirate sound).
Days go by, turning into weeks and now they have been rowing for a number of months. The journey has been jolly for both sides and as they row closer to Yorky, the weather starts to play up. In a freak storm with 20 metre high waves, gustling strong winds and sheer darkness except for the lightnings that strucks with loud bangs of thunder. Both are in the shit. They know they have travelled so far to jump ship(boat) now. But it might be the case. It was virtually impossible to keep the boat on a straight path but with sheer determination and faith, they might be able to pull through. The first mate panics. Probably not wanting the treasure as much as thought, the first mate jumps out of the boat with nothing less of a goodbye and tries to swim off for land.
The captain is dumbstruck. Shouting out the equivalent of `par punde` in pirate jibberish, the captain can only look in dismay as his second in command swims off. After awhile, the first mate is out of sight. The captain knows its impossible to get to the treasure now. It just was. You cannot row a boat alone around the Yorky and move in to the Quay. Its unheard of. The captain sits down to gather his thoughts. All he can do is hope. Hope that the little shit realizes that maybe jumping ship was a horrendous idea, and they could have overcome the seas together. However much hate the captain now has, he still believes the mate is needed to get to the Chest and tries to believe that the mate will be back to continue the journey.
After a while, water starts moving in fast into the boat, and it s getting to his ankle. Now to the knees. He doesnt want to. He has goals ever so close. He wants to realize his destiny as a pirate. To uncover the holy grail of treasures in pirate world. He has no choice. He still hopes the same for a second. two seconds.
He jumps ship.
The Chest of Marlboro was always a great myth in the pirates world. Words of its wonders and riches had gone back for generations but like any other great myth, no one has ever gotten to the bottom of it or even close. Until now.
The captain, a staunch Muslim, had always had a problem when it came to his first mates. A very fussy and particular character, he had only really connected and trusted one other in the past, but they parted ways nearly 2 years back. Now, to fill in the shoes, the captain has found his perfect first mate, one who he can talk to with true honesty, one whom will `aye captain` when expected but still have the balls to speak up in true honesty, one who can take the mood swings with a smile, one with very similar visions, a true friend. The first mate is a staunch Jew.
The Jew comes on board with a similar past. Coming from a history of bad captains, the Jew has been fucked around and treated like a down right pariah pirtate by dozens of previous superiors. Initially being nice and getting along fine, the work relationship always turned bad for some odd reason, and always ending on a bad note. This time the first mate is finally content with the superior. Someone who can treat a first mate with respect and honour. And for once in the first mate`s life, the dark past is not to dark to be talked about.
The route is set and mapped out. The direction is north west. just after the Ramsay Quay. The treasure is close and they both know it. With such chemistry on the boat, they knew they`ll be able to work themselves around the known treacherous waters of Yorky, and row on towards the Quay. Both know of the long journey ahead, but are in high spirits. For ahead, is the treasure that had always been the talk of the tavern. A treasure, both mates grown up to believe and dream of, was seating there for them. It was definite. For something so definite, neither could choose anyone else to be by their sides when the moment comes on opening the chest up(however gay that makes a pirate sound).
Days go by, turning into weeks and now they have been rowing for a number of months. The journey has been jolly for both sides and as they row closer to Yorky, the weather starts to play up. In a freak storm with 20 metre high waves, gustling strong winds and sheer darkness except for the lightnings that strucks with loud bangs of thunder. Both are in the shit. They know they have travelled so far to jump ship(boat) now. But it might be the case. It was virtually impossible to keep the boat on a straight path but with sheer determination and faith, they might be able to pull through. The first mate panics. Probably not wanting the treasure as much as thought, the first mate jumps out of the boat with nothing less of a goodbye and tries to swim off for land.
The captain is dumbstruck. Shouting out the equivalent of `par punde` in pirate jibberish, the captain can only look in dismay as his second in command swims off. After awhile, the first mate is out of sight. The captain knows its impossible to get to the treasure now. It just was. You cannot row a boat alone around the Yorky and move in to the Quay. Its unheard of. The captain sits down to gather his thoughts. All he can do is hope. Hope that the little shit realizes that maybe jumping ship was a horrendous idea, and they could have overcome the seas together. However much hate the captain now has, he still believes the mate is needed to get to the Chest and tries to believe that the mate will be back to continue the journey.
After a while, water starts moving in fast into the boat, and it s getting to his ankle. Now to the knees. He doesnt want to. He has goals ever so close. He wants to realize his destiny as a pirate. To uncover the holy grail of treasures in pirate world. He has no choice. He still hopes the same for a second. two seconds.
He jumps ship.
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