sâmbătă, 28 februarie 2009

Rui Da Silva ft. Cassandra - Touch me

pe tipa din videoclip o cheama Coralie Rose si tocmai am recunoscut-o recent in Rise of the Footsoldier...she shows boobs and stuff in the movie...I like her :D...filmul a fost OK.

Boobs of the day

American Psycho Moar

I love this movie...

sâmbătă, 21 februarie 2009

Cyril Raffaelli Videos

Poate il stiti din Banlieue 13, poate din nenumarate filme in care a facut cascadorii sau si-a luat bataie (probabil creditat drept acolit nr.11)...tipul este genial, un foarte bun acrobat si practicant de arte martiale...a avut si un rol maricel in Die Hard 4, cine stie...poate il voi vedea mai des in filme de actiune

un videoclip cu multe cascadorii si faze de arte martiale, dar si acrobatie

niste caderi spectaculoase

si ultimul video, un video cu el si David Belle, unul din initiatorii parkour-ului si partenerul sau din Banlieue 13...v-am zis ca apare si partea a doua in curand?

joi, 19 februarie 2009

Indian Thriller

Asa imi imaginez eu ca sunt filmele horror indiene si uite d-asta nu cred ca ma voi uita vreodata la asa ceva

miercuri, 18 februarie 2009

sâmbătă, 14 februarie 2009

Jose Mourinho and his Amazing Technicolor Overcoat

swear to God, these songs make me all tingly inside...the world is merry, I've got John Terry....

Michael Malloy - The man who could not be killed

Realizing it was unlikely that anything Malloy ingested was going to kill him, the Murder Trust decided to freeze him to death. On a night when temperatures reached -14 degrees Fahrenheit (-26 °C), Malloy drank until he passed out, was carried to a park, dumped in the snow, and had five gallons (19 L) of water poured on his bare chest. (The gang had successfully used a similar method on their first victim the previous year.) Nevertheless, Malloy reappeared the following day for his drink. The next attempt on his life came when they hit him with Green's taxi, moving at 45 miles per hour (72 km/h). This put Malloy in the hospital for three weeks. The gang presumed he was dead, but were unable to collect the policy on him.

cine vrea sa continue lectura, poate face asta pe wikipedia

cum nu s-a facut film dupa viata unui asemenea om, I will never know...sa supravietuiesti la atatea atentate asupra vietii tale este incredibil...si omul avea vreo 60 de ani

no worries, my Internet history at work right now has logs that look like this: serial killers, mass murderers, war criminals, cult killings...interesting stories :D

Jose Mourinho - Shaddup your face

I will forever admire this guy and love this team...even if we get back to the preAbramovich team which could kick the shite out of ManUtd and screw them 5-0, but then lose to Sunderland 1-0... God, let Zola turn out to be a great manager because he will surely come to Chelsea eventually

vineri, 13 februarie 2009

W. (2008)

Povestea unui pierde-vara, cu o usoara problema cu alcoolul si fara nici o tinta evidenta in viata, care reuseste sa ajunga presedintele SUA si sa mai si detina 2 mandate. Ceea ce m-a frapat de-a lungul filmului este ca omul asta nu a parut niciodata fericit. Cu un tata care dorea ca fiul lui sa se descurce pe cont propriu, dar care nu-i prea dadea sanse sa faca asta, care nu a parut a avea niciodata incredere in el si care nu a parut ca s-a bucurat prea mult cand fiul lui a castigat alegerile. Pare ca singurul lucru pe care si-l doreste W. este aprobarea si aprecierea tatalui sau, pe care nu prea a primit-o vreodata.

Un film pe care am ezitat initial sa-l vad, insa merita.

vineri, 6 februarie 2009

Liverpool Express - It's a Beautiful Day

Liverpool Express - It's a Beautiful Day

It's a beautiful day,
I’m feeling so fine.
There's love in the air and you on my mind.
Today's the day I wanna do the things I gotta do.
And if I get a chance I'd like to do it all with you.
It's a beautiful day,
to wear me a smile.
It's one of those days,
that makes living worth while.
Today is like a holiday we used to have from school.
Running to a beach to be the first one in the pool.
It's a beautiful,
oh what a beautiful day.
It’s a beautiful,
oh what a beautiful day.
It’s a beautiful,
oh what a beautiful day.
It's a beautiful day,
I'm happy inside.
What more can I say,
I've nothing to hide.
If you have the time I’ve got so much I wanna say,
if nobody will listen well I'll say it anyway.
It's a beautiful,
oh what a beautiful day.
It’s a beautiful,
oh what a beautiful day.
It’s a beautiful,
oh what a beautiful day

joi, 5 februarie 2009

Revolucian's Christian Bale Tirade Remix

Cel mai tare cantec al anului 2009 pana acum

daca vreodata nu ii mai ies bani cu filmele, Bale se poate apuca de techno

Printesa de Mall

Printesa de Mall este o subspecie a pitipoancei. Se stie ca orice pitipoanca se simte ca pestele in apa cand ajunge la mall. Acest lacas este ca un fel de Sfant Graal, de Pamantul Fagaduintei, unde pitipoanca poate gasi absolut tot ce-si doreste, dar mai ales posesor de portofel gros care sa-i cumpere absolut tot ce-si doreste.

Printesa de Mall este insa un pic mai deosebita. In vreme ce pitipoanca de rand ajunge la mall abia dupa program sau dupa ce a strans bani sa vada si ea un film la Multiplex (Movieplex...etc) ca e trendi, Printesa de Mall poate fi gasita in mall in miezul zilei, pe la 12-1, pendulandu-se prin magazine impreuna cu "fetele ei" si scanand potentiali posesori de portofel gros, sau, in cazul cel mai fericit, fiind insotita de posesorul de portofel, profitand din plin de bancnotele cu multe zerouri ca sa-si cumpere haine purtabile cu pretul si eticheta la vedere (sa se vada cat e ea de valoroasa) si mancand de la Mec ca asa e cul.

Intotdeauna la ora pranzului le vezi cate 2-3, la brat, cu buricul la vedere, plimbandu-se de la un fast-food la altul, asteptand mai mult sau mai putin rabdatoare ca iuby sa se hotarasca de unde sa le cumpere de mancare.

Sunt si Printese de Mall independente (adica au banii proprii = de la mama/tata), insa comportamentul este acelasi asa ca nu o sa ma obosesc sa le descriu si pe ele.

La Mome (La vie en rose) - 2007

Marion Cotillard m-a cam lasat cu gura cascata in filmul asta.

In primul rand prin asemanarea izbitoare cu Edith Piaf. Apoi cu vocea incredibila (stiu ca multe din melodiile cantate in film au vocea lui Edith Piaf, insa si Marion Cotillard canta in film). Dar mai ales cu rolul incredibil pe care-l face.

Este vorba despre viata agitata si incredibila a celei ce a fost Edith Piaf, care niciodata nu a lasat nimic sa o impiedice sa urce pe scena si sa cante. Nici moartea iubirii vietii ei, nici boala... O femeie inzestrata cu un talent incredibil, dar si foarte incercata.

Filmul este uimitor, foarte bine regizat, dar mai ales foarte bine jucat. Sunt momente in care te pierzi in vocea hipnotizanta si momente in care lacrimile isi fac aparitia fara sa le poti stapani. Merita nu doar vazut, dar si pastrat langa filmele care au facut istoria cinematografiei.

Transporter 3 (2008)

Jason Statham se intoarce in Transporter 3.

Filmul mi-a placut, insa ii lipseste ceva, parca energia... Se conduce mult si spectaculos, apare si o domisoara ucranianca rapita, care arata bine si nu prea, si care il seduce pe domnul sofer Frank Martin.

Jason Statham ca de obicei e destul de convingator in rol de baiat dur, care stie sa se joace cu pistoalele si masinile, si care cam trebuie luat in serios atunci cand se supara. Nu e o capodopera, dar nici nu cred ca avea cum sa fie (s-a tras cam mult de povestea asta sau au nevoie de un scenarist/regizor nou), insa e un film de actiune decent si care poate fi urmarit fara sa ai senzatia ca ai pierdut 2 ore degeaba.

miercuri, 4 februarie 2009

2 Interesting stories

In English, can't be arsed to translate them
Story number one:

Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare was a fighter pilot assigned to an aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the mothership, he saw something that turned his blood cold. A squadron of Japanese bombers were speeding their way toward the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a sortie and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor, could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the flaeet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch weaved in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until finally all his ammunition was spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to at least clip off a wing or tail, in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly. He was desperate to do anything he could to keep them from reaching the American ships. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had destroyed five enemy bombers. That was on February 20, 1942, and for that action he became the Navy's first Ace of WWII and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor. A year later he was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of that heroic action to die. And today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man. So the next time you're in O'Hare visit his memorial with his statue and Medal of Honor. It is located between terminal 1 and 2.

Story number two:

Some years earlier there was a man in Chicago called Easy Eddie. At that time, Al Capon virtually owned the city. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. His exploits were anything but praiseworthy. He was, however, notorious for enmeshing the city of Chicago in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder. Easy Eddie was Capone's lawyer and for a good reason. He was very good! In fact, his skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big; Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago city block. Yes, Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him. Eddy did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddy saw to it that his young son had the best of everything; clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Yes, Eddie tried to teach his son to rise above his own sordid life. He wanted him to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things that Eddie couldn't give his son. Two things that Eddie sacrificed to the Capone mob that he could not pass on to his beloved son: a good name and a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Offering his son a good name was far more important than all the riches he could lavish on him. He had to rectify all the wrong that he had done. He would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Scar-face Al Capone. He would try to clean up his tarnished name and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this he must testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. But more than anything, he wanted to be an example to his son. He wanted to do his best to make restoration and hopefully have a good name to leave his son. So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago street. He had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer at the greatest price he would ever pay.

I know what you're thinking.

What do these two stories have to do with one another?

Well, you see, Butch O'Hare was Easy Eddie's son.

via forum football365

MetroseCSualul de RATB

MetroseCSualul de RATB se deosebeste de cocalarul cu fite prin faptul ca e mult mai discret (parerea mea!), nu are masina sau carnet de sofer (de aia circula cu RATB-ul), probabil are un job la care fisa postului nu scrie "ciorditor" ci probabil ceva mai onorabil gen "controlor RATB" (am vazut deja 2-3 controlori cu unghiile date cu lac), freza e impecabila si daca vreo suvita indrazneste sa stea altfel decat cum trebuie, e corectata instantaneu (este deja faimoasa calitatea de oglinda a geamurilor din autobuze, ele putand fi folosite cu succes pe post de oglinzi) hainele sunt mereu asortate si calcate la dunga, daca asculta manele, asculta in casti, stie cine e Christian Leboutin (si nu e gay!) si spera in secret ca acest maestru al incaltarilor sa faca o pereche si pt barbati pe care sa ajunga si el sa o poarte (sau macar o imitatie cat de cat decenta).

Daca imi aduc aminte si alte atribute ale acestui specimen de metrosexual o sa mai adaug.

Apropos! Ce inseamna retrosexual si pomosexual? Primul se imbraca ca bunicul si al doilea in frunze???????

marți, 3 februarie 2009


Sau ceva de genul. Mi-am dat seama ca sunt mult mai dispusa sa-mi fac o cafea cand nu mi-e somn, decat atunci cand mi se inchid ochii, cu toate ca in teorie cafeaua ar trebui sa ma tenteze atunci cand simt nevoia disperata de a ma trezi.

Boobs of the day - Nilanti Narain - Part 2


via double viking

luni, 2 februarie 2009

Boobs of the day - Nilanti Narain - Part 1

I am in love with Indians...they are like half Asian, right?

via double viking

Pentru Politia Romana

In seara asta, la ora 18:49, un BMW argintiu, B-32-DDR, a trecut pe rosu pe una din trecerile de pietoni din rondul Piata Delfinului(nu era nici cand abia s-a pus rosu (sa zici ca a trecut pe galben), nici cand disparea verdele la pietoni, ci pur si simplu in mijlocul traversarii pietonilor) fara sa ii pese de faptul ca era sa zboare vreo 2 oameni. Omul avea minim 60 la ora si a trecut si printre 2 masini care circulau regulamentar
La vreo 5 minute distanta, pe o straduta de langa piata, o Skoda Fabia , B-67- FLB (sau FLM, nu mai stiu sigur) iese din parcare fara sa se asigure, fiind gata-gata sa fie acrosata de un Chevrolet alb care circula regulamentar. Pot doar sa presupun ca era o femeie la volan, deoarece s-a crucit la cum indraznesc unii sa conduca regulamentar si sa n-o lase sa iasa din parcare fara sa se asigure.

Nu are rost sa le dau telefon si sa le semnalez aceste nereguli, pentru ca in tara asta, daca anunti ceva, esti tratat mai rau ca un infractor (dar s-a intamplat sa mai intre IP-uri de politie pe blogul asta, poate se mai intampla)

p.s.: accept oferte de job part-time pentru a semnala aceste incidente


Sursa din pacate nu o mai stiu, tinand cont ca pozele le am de foarte multa vreme, abia acum mi-am adus aminte de ele, asa ca...

Bosingwa - The Making of a Legend