those who lack in size, have to make up otherwise.... !

by mvc



I just thought it was hilarious...

MI:3

your mission, should you choose to accept...









The premise of the show is a rather unbelieveable one. The movie begins by setting us up neatly into a little world, where Ethan Hunt is now a ex-agent trying to live a normal life. That scenario is a really hard sell but, is redeemed by the many action scenes. The pacing is fast and the story keeps you on the edge of your seat.

Not to go into too much detail... but let's just say there is an extremely breathtaking sequence involving a fulcrum, an amusing one that involves Hunt disguising himself as someone and a fantastic helicopter chase which is utterly awe-inspiring.

The movie barely allowed me to pause for breath...

Kudos to a Seymour Hoffman for his excellent maliciousness as the elusive and extremely dangerous Davian. The man was shining in his lizard-eyed role and brought this genuine terror to the villain. The character of Davian was one of unassumed violence. He may look placid but, the man is insane.

His scenes aside Tom Cruise's Hunt are superb, as they practically tremble in tension and quiet hatred on both character's parts.

All in all... it was a great movie.

I don't understand why the reviews took a nasty chunk out of it.
Action movies should be appreciated in the context for which they are made.

... heh! enjoy them booms and bangs

last day at SUBWAY...

Last night, on the Sunday... I gave my swan song for an old friend.

It was my last day at SUBWAY.
The last time I will make sub sandwiches there.
I did serve the last customer as best as I could.
He was a regular named George who worked at the accountants across the road.
He wished me all the best in my future endeavours.
A lil' sad I couldn't see Paulie the cabbie to tell him I was leaving.

I remember hating how disorganized and chaotic the way the place was run.
I got shafted more times than I can remember...
Got moved around two of the owner's shops.
I owe Lydia and Chandra so much for the lessons and the experiences.
And, these experiences really build character.
I had learned a lot from my time there...
To show up early and work hard, but work smarter!
I managed people... even finally made it as a senior guy who was trusted to lead shifts and close-up shop.

I mopped the floors as best as I could.
Even filled up the drinks fridge earlier.
Made damn sure the day's tally was accurate.
I locked up the shop tight.
I never expected that I was going to miss the place...

Haha... even Chandra said thanks and good luck for the future.

As Flick puts it... no more sandwich artiste
It's a blessed existance that I lead.



How am I feeling?
I'm feeling... well, it's mixed feelings.

I really expected I'd be a lil' bitter about the whole thing...
Just feel relieved that I don't have to carry the responsibility of cleaning up the previous shift's mess.
But, at the same time, I'm worried whether someone will look after the store after I'm gone.

Hey, Kelly, if you are reading this...
Screw it if they don't want you anymore.
You deserve better than to constantly pick up their shit.
Hope Raj, Ramiya, Swati and Sarjana at your shop do well...
Yea...

Last days are always kinda sad
It's just that the leaving, parting and saying bye to friends that get to me.
Mani, Emma, JD+coke, Rebecca, Saifs, Imran... even the lazy f*kwit Nik.
Life will probably not be the same.

But one has to let go of the GOOD to obtain the BEST...





Want to know what my best memory of SUBWAY is?

Who are the STARS?

"Really... come now, you do not listen to great bands who write creative lyrics layered over melodic guitars?" I asked. This was the end of a discussion I had with a new friend I had made. We were talking about music that she listened to, 'cause she did mention she watched the O.C.

That is the one thing I love about the show... It's not that the show have a great plotline, 'cause ths stories are half-baked in my opinion. The cast go about fumbling storylines past used in older angsty teenage growing up series like Beverly Hills 90210 and Dawson's Creek. And that Micha Barton is not exactly pretty... I don't really swing towards waifs. So it can't be the eye candy. Heck! I never really watch the show but I know about the existance of its brilliant soundtracks.

The O.C. is a hotbed of eclectic bands that make music that (unfortunately) falls through the U.S. pop charts.

Yeap! The O.C. has GREAT MUSIC !!!



My relationship the band, Stars, began after I heard an older single of theirs Stars - Your Ex-Lover Is Dead on the 5th O.C. soundtrack. Since then this Canadian band have released their third and probably greatest album, Set Yourself On Fire. The name is cool... and fits the mood of the songs contained within. Their lyrics really captures the bleak and the sadness of tortured love. Their dual lead Torquil Campbell and Amy Millan have haunting voices that drives in further the break-your-heart feel.



This is what NPR.org has to say about them...


'Set Yourself On Fire' with Montreal's Stars


The Montreal-based indie-rockers in the band Stars have just released their third album, Set Yourself On Fire. The album blends horns and striking keyboard effects to produce songs that are imaginative and melodic.


After first collaborating in New York City, the Stars quartet moved to Montreal -- a pattern followed by another successful act, the Arcade Fire. Stars became part of the eclectic hotbed of music that has spawned groups like the Unicorns and Godspeed You! Black Emperor.


Along with Torquil Campbell as a co-lead singer and Chris Seligman playing keyboards, Stars also shares some members with the Broken Social Scene, the Toronto collective that became an indie-rock phenomenon. Multi-instrumentalist Evan Cranley plays with the Broken Social Scene regularly, while Stars singer Amy Millan chips in. The two bands are even on the same label, Arts and Crafts.


The latest Stars release comes after 2003's Heart, an album that sold well in Canada, won critical acclaim -- but failed to take off in the United States. With Set Yourself On Fire coming after U.S. music fans have grown used to looking north for great bands, there's a good chance Stars will finally shine.

One More Night

by the Stars


try as he might he's unable to speak
he grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek
the bed is unmade like everything is
dark little heaven at the top of the stairs
take me like that, ruin it all
then build it again by the light in the hall
he drops to his knees says please my love, please
i'll kill who you hate, take off that dress, you won't freeze

one more night, that was a good one
one more night, I dreamed it was a good one
one more, one more night, that was a good one
one more night, the end should be a good one
a good one

he starts with her back cause that's what he sees
when she's breaking his heart she still fucks like a tease
release to the sky, look him straight in the eye
and tell him that now, that you wish he would die
you'll never touch him again so get what you can
leaving him empty just because he's a man
so good when it ends, they'll never be friends
one more night, that's all they can spend

one more night, that was a good one
one more night, I dreamed it was a good one
one more, one more night, that was a good one
one more night, the end should be a good one
a good one

ever had a relationship...

that was a drawn out one-night-stand?

This song is really so... how should I describe it?


OH MY GOD!
And, my heart literally shatters again.


Perhaps, some memories are worth burying and never remembering. I remember the feeling of being pulled towards opposing ends of the continents, my head says east but my body moves west. I knew that she was wrong for me, always running about... never still. She was at the clubs every night and sleeps, smokes and burns grass in the daylight.


We really lived like vampires, enjoying the cool nights and sleeping in the daytime.


I can remember the vivid scenes of driving about... with her at my side. We always used the valets 'cause it was daddy's BMW. Her little dresses and those short skirts nearly never hid much. It was ever just the smell of cigarettes and her perfume.

I remember wearing her brother's jacket cause it matched my shirt. The guy had A|X all over his closet. But that jacket was never as warm as her breath on my neck. How she would smile back at me when I gave in to her. There was always sunlight coming in through her blinds, but she never really cared. Ever the tease as she glides manicured nails down my back.

She had pulled on my chain and that it had broke on the street. The beads fell all over the road. The look she gave me when she was annoyed at me. How she ate so little and drank too much.

I always said, that life was never enough...

try as he might he's unable to speak
he grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek
the bed is unmade like everything is
dark little heaven at the top of the stairs

You never really think about anything else...

The moments were really like drugs. I've never tasted anything so potent, yet it was so wrong. You never really care about the sunlight or about the night. You are too intoxicated with the drinking and the dancing. It was all about the partying and the stumbling home... into her bed.

And you simply forget that you have your family, your job, your purpose in life...

I still remember stroking her cheek...

take me like that, ruin it all
then build it again by the light in the hall

I remember teasing her, stroking her hair.
She had held me close and whispered into my ear.
Carnal desire... I probably was never in love with her.
I never really fell asleep after...
It was just a prelude... the another beginning, and to start again

I just wanted to be with her. It was an unnatural desire that was never based on the logical. It was just to stay in her shadow and cling to her body.

I remember kisses the shade of burgundy...

he drops to his knees says please my love, please
I'll kill who you hate, take off that dress, you won't freeze

Would I have killed for her?
Just to spend one more night in her arms...

I don't think I'll ever know, don't want to know...

one more night, that was a good one
one more night, I dreamed it was a good one
one more, one more night, that was a good one
one more night, the end should be a good one
a good one

one more kiss...
one last embrace...
just give to me, one final taste...
And, I will be going... that I will be gone

But...
Please draw down my back, whisper in my ear...

I remembered wanting just one more night...

he starts with her back cause that's what he sees
when she's breaking his heart she still fucks like a tease
release to the sky, look him straight in the eye
and tell him that now, that you wish he would die

The end is now just a really hazy recollection.
I had a marlboro lights in my right hand
I was holding her across her waist.
We were trying to talk over the music.
She said something, and I had replied... and she had walked off.

I still remember how I wanted one more night.
I chased after her and caught her dress.
We ended up in back of the club.
And, I woke up in her room.

She sat up and told me she was bored of her life.
The doing nothing and getting everywhere...
The just going out and yet have gone nowhere...

She said that she was bored of me...
She said that she wanted someone who could give her some meaning to her life..
She said that that she wished I would just die...

I was unable to speak, I just sat in her sheets.

Yea... even when she broke my heart, she still fucks like a tease.

you'll never touch him again so get what you can
leaving him empty just because he's a man
so good when it ends, they'll never be friends
one more night, that's all they can spend

This is so true...
so good when it ends, they'll never be friends
This is so true...
one more night, that's all they can spend

This is so true.
I never kept the phone number.
I've gone as far that I have forgotten her face.
Deleted the messages and burnt her contacts.

But, on occasions, I still smoke the marlboro lights...

one more night, that was a good one
one more night, I dreamed it was a good one
one more, one more night, that was a good one
one more night, the end should be a good one
a good one

Move on...
One should ever move on...

Never again... this one more night.

All But Gone

by Sarah Mcleod
former front of the Superjesus

So, don't wait for me 'til the journey is all but gone
And we'll sing songs about each other 'til the journey is all but gone
For this dream to bleed, it's gotta know where it went wrong
And we'll sing songs about each other 'til the journey is all but gone

And now... the journey is all but gone...

~guitar riffs~

So, before we go our separate ways, I'll thank you
It's been such a lovely way to have you...