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the best action flick on theaters this year and u have a pretty decent print tooo
the game version was better though.....still a fkn good movie
Thursday, November 13, 2008
JAMES BOND: quantum of solace....watch it now
the best download out there of the movie ....beelive me.........it is i spent 48 hrs on it .
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before u download do leave a comment il send u the trailer. download only if u like the trailer
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quality and sound are the best available for the movie
enjoy
MOVIE: american gangster......watch it now!!!!!
i have reviewed this movie
quality and sound or ok......but its the best download of
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
RECOIL: guns and regrets
chapter 1:oscar
my first job
“so kid whats your name?”he asked.His voice seemed distant and distorted.after 20 min of taking the drug ,i still had the annoying smile on.yes by now i had realised that what i had in the form of *** ,was some very powerful sedative.Something the school had always nagged about being a evil of society.frankly at that moment i found these allegations to be very untrue and believed that not even god had made my life more easier than what this simple drug had managed to do.
“hello kid u there?”i heard the guy say and felt a soft tap on my head.”yeah”. i said\ ,not even looking at him,cause moving my head too much made me dizzy.”i said whats your name?” he repeated.”its Ryan”i said .I never gave my full name,wasn’t too proud of where i come from.”ok Ryan,my names Oscar”.he said thrusting his hand forward beckoning me to shake it.I was observing the watch and the very fine gold rings he was wearing on his index and ring finger ,both looked like a years worth of budget for my family.i Shook his hand and returned the smile he was giving.Realising i might have understood the whole police situation was connected to him,he came up with a confession.He was a very clever talker,masking important details with petty small talk and sweeping away all the facts.he told me he was running from a hit and run scene.I could make out that he was lying.But did not bother interfering.I thought he might have his reasons.
The happy thoughts began to blur a little and the thoughts of getting home 4 hours late,and facing the music began to sink in.Not like anyone cared if i had come home late.But listening and playing a mediator between my mom and pop’s fights was not something i looked out for .I usually came home early enough to lock myself in the attic/my room ,and avoid being the butt of my dads drunken anger.
i got up in a hurry and said”i have to go home now”.Oscar got up very slowly ,stretching and yawning.”let me give you a ride home,that is the best i can do, for now that is,after all you saved my life remember,”he chuckled as if getting rescued by a teenager was a joke than favour.”k ,but i thought u were in a accident so wheres Ur auto?”.I had caught him off guard.it was visible in his body language.He gave me that fake overpowering look and said”yeah that’s right…i..well just walk a couple of shops down the school road i have a friend who owns a garage.he'l rent me a car for the night……..by the way your a little too smart for your age”he said looking down at me squinting.As we walked down the the narrow alleys glowing with powerful blinding kerosene lamps burning on every shop on either side of the road
“being smart ….that's a good thing,isnt it”i questioned as few minutes had passed without any conversation between us.
“where i come from kid, being smart is considered a gift and being too smart like u here,that’s a curse………….it isn’t worth it….
my first job
“so kid whats your name?”he asked.His voice seemed distant and distorted.after 20 min of taking the drug ,i still had the annoying smile on.yes by now i had realised that what i had in the form of *** ,was some very powerful sedative.Something the school had always nagged about being a evil of society.frankly at that moment i found these allegations to be very untrue and believed that not even god had made my life more easier than what this simple drug had managed to do.
“hello kid u there?”i heard the guy say and felt a soft tap on my head.”yeah”. i said\ ,not even looking at him,cause moving my head too much made me dizzy.”i said whats your name?” he repeated.”its Ryan”i said .I never gave my full name,wasn’t too proud of where i come from.”ok Ryan,my names Oscar”.he said thrusting his hand forward beckoning me to shake it.I was observing the watch and the very fine gold rings he was wearing on his index and ring finger ,both looked like a years worth of budget for my family.i Shook his hand and returned the smile he was giving.Realising i might have understood the whole police situation was connected to him,he came up with a confession.He was a very clever talker,masking important details with petty small talk and sweeping away all the facts.he told me he was running from a hit and run scene.I could make out that he was lying.But did not bother interfering.I thought he might have his reasons.
The happy thoughts began to blur a little and the thoughts of getting home 4 hours late,and facing the music began to sink in.Not like anyone cared if i had come home late.But listening and playing a mediator between my mom and pop’s fights was not something i looked out for .I usually came home early enough to lock myself in the attic/my room ,and avoid being the butt of my dads drunken anger.
i got up in a hurry and said”i have to go home now”.Oscar got up very slowly ,stretching and yawning.”let me give you a ride home,that is the best i can do, for now that is,after all you saved my life remember,”he chuckled as if getting rescued by a teenager was a joke than favour.”k ,but i thought u were in a accident so wheres Ur auto?”.I had caught him off guard.it was visible in his body language.He gave me that fake overpowering look and said”yeah that’s right…i..well just walk a couple of shops down the school road i have a friend who owns a garage.he'l rent me a car for the night……..by the way your a little too smart for your age”he said looking down at me squinting.As we walked down the the narrow alleys glowing with powerful blinding kerosene lamps burning on every shop on either side of the road
“being smart ….that's a good thing,isnt it”i questioned as few minutes had passed without any conversation between us.
“where i come from kid, being smart is considered a gift and being too smart like u here,that’s a curse………….it isn’t worth it….
RECOIL:GUNS AND REGRETS
chapter 1:oscar
my first job
it was as if someone had hit me real hard on my face..everything was out of focus .time moved very slowly.and as i took another drag .it felt as if the entire world seemed a cheer full place.thoughts of hope and happiness came swirling to my brain ,swirled some more and then rested at a placid state as the rest of my body
“enough kid,he he…your hogging the entire stuff.Hand it over.You still got more time to enjoy a entire joint”.i tried passing what was left of the beedi to him.but my hand swayed .laughing loudly the guy grabbed my arm and slowly picked the beedi .he puffed hard at it ,and in a few drags it was all gone.I sat there with this overwhelming feeling of immense ,unreasoned pleasure surging through my body.The thought of going home struck some very trained neuron in my brain…reminding me of home..it was now 8pm.I was 2 hours late for home.i realised that this very depressing though had no effect on me.I felt as cheerful as ever.then my thoughts drifted to what quarrels my folks would get into today.What china might break.is the T.V going to be toppled again….and then i began laughing out aloud.I tried to suppress this but i could not ,these memories of daily occurrences made me depressed usually,even to the point of suicidal behaviour.but now i could not stop laughing.at the very things that had plagued my life and made it a living hell.as tears rolled down my face ,i was still laughing like a lunatic.and at the corner of my eye i could see the young lad watching my actions very intently with a constant warm smile on his face…as if i was a lab rat and he the scientist who had conducted a very successful experiment.
“what did i tell you.its magic Lil brother”he said ,placing his hand over my shoulder.but i wasn't listening to him.In my head swimming somewhere in the deep recess of my conscience ,i had accepted a solution to my problems a very destructive one…….but a solution none the less…….
my first job
it was as if someone had hit me real hard on my face..everything was out of focus .time moved very slowly.and as i took another drag .it felt as if the entire world seemed a cheer full place.thoughts of hope and happiness came swirling to my brain ,swirled some more and then rested at a placid state as the rest of my body
“enough kid,he he…your hogging the entire stuff.Hand it over.You still got more time to enjoy a entire joint”.i tried passing what was left of the beedi to him.but my hand swayed .laughing loudly the guy grabbed my arm and slowly picked the beedi .he puffed hard at it ,and in a few drags it was all gone.I sat there with this overwhelming feeling of immense ,unreasoned pleasure surging through my body.The thought of going home struck some very trained neuron in my brain…reminding me of home..it was now 8pm.I was 2 hours late for home.i realised that this very depressing though had no effect on me.I felt as cheerful as ever.then my thoughts drifted to what quarrels my folks would get into today.What china might break.is the T.V going to be toppled again….and then i began laughing out aloud.I tried to suppress this but i could not ,these memories of daily occurrences made me depressed usually,even to the point of suicidal behaviour.but now i could not stop laughing.at the very things that had plagued my life and made it a living hell.as tears rolled down my face ,i was still laughing like a lunatic.and at the corner of my eye i could see the young lad watching my actions very intently with a constant warm smile on his face…as if i was a lab rat and he the scientist who had conducted a very successful experiment.
“what did i tell you.its magic Lil brother”he said ,placing his hand over my shoulder.but i wasn't listening to him.In my head swimming somewhere in the deep recess of my conscience ,i had accepted a solution to my problems a very destructive one…….but a solution none the less…….
RECOIL:GUNS AND REGRETS
chapter1:Oscar
my first job
We ,me and my other financially challenged friends used to smoke the Indian version of the cigar called the beedi.which cost bout a thousandth of a Cuban Havana.and tasted like burning plastic.We still enjoyed it though.just takes a little getting used to.It was 4 in the evening and was almost time to lave the school campus and go back the hell hole of a house.I used to drag conversations with the my friends just to make them stay a while longer.But they would scamper away into their tiny suburban homes as soon as the sunset.On that day i was the last to leave ,as usual.playing around with younger kids.when i noticed someone scaling the school walls from the outside.planning on wasting more time i decided to study this thin very pale looking lad who was certainly running from something..for once he had gotten in the school grounds he crawled to a corner ,gave his back to the wall and began panting like a dead man.
I was at a good 100 Mt's from him ,but could still see very clearly the fear in his eyes..As i watched him brush his shoulder length hair off his face .He gave a sudden jolt and noticed a small weed of a boy that was me looking at him.at the very moment the ear piercing sounds of the police sirens went screeching down on the other side of the wall.i wasn't too bright but i could make the calculation here.cops and a scared young guy hiding from them.hearing the police vehicles the kids i had been playing with left to catch a glimpse of the scene outside the school.i stayed.and watched the guy in a white shirt and a unwashed pair of jeans.trying to signal me something.i could not make out what he was trying to say as the words came out in short gasps of breath.I moved in closer to where he was almost lying on the ground.as i came near i realised i had come too close .with a lunge he had me by the collar and was tugging at it.his face was merely 3 inches from mine.I shook him off and made a desperate run for safety.as i ran i turned around to see the guy collapsing back and now lying flat on the ground.i realised now what he had been asking for ...it was water!.in all the commotion i had not figured the simple fact that ,by the looks of this guy ,he must have run a considerable distance to be in this state .
i immediately dashed to the school washroom got a empty bottle of packaged water .washed it briskly and filled it ,and dashed back to the guy lying in my school grounds.As i neared him the possibility of danger to my own life never crossed my mind even though i knew for sure that this was the guy the cops were after.This tendency of mine to miscalculate situations and give into natural human duties would make me pay heavily in the years to come'.I pulled the dead weight of the guy with one hand to make him sit upright and hold the leaking bottle of water on the other.for a 14 year old i was pretty strong for my age.
i sprinkled a few drops of water into the unconscious guys face and he blinked ,that was a relief .I stood up now not taking any chances.and handed over the bottle to him.He pounced at it and gulped down the entire bottle in a matter of seconds.I turned around and was leaving not sure what this guy might do since being restored back to normality.I heard a soft almost girl like voice calling.I turned around and the guy was on his feet now and signalling me to come closer making his dead facial features look as soft as possible while addressing me.I presumed he was going to thank me.I moved closer pretending to be casual ,as my heart beat like a jackhammer.he casually put his arms around me ,he was a good 1and 1/2 feet taller than me.he looked down at me and gave me a smile.a very forced one ,not the one i used to give my father.it seemed a lot different ,as if this guy never smiled for real in his entire life .
"you have a cigarette ?"he asked .i realised then what 1 year of smoking had done to me .the cheeks had been sucked in .giving my face a skeletal look .smoking combined with bad nutrition was to blame.this guy i thought had probably noticed it."all i have is a beedi"i said in a very composed mature tone
"yeah that will do"he said and began fumbling in his pockets.i took out the last beedi i had saved for the night.and began handing over it to him,thinking what a ungrateful bastard he was ,not a mention of thanks.
Strangely i noticed him digging deep into the front of his trousers .and i began to back up.I had enough experience in pedophiles.and over time developed a very strong dislike for the kind.As i took a couple of steps back.he took out a small paper bundle and squatted down .patting the ground next to him,signalling me to come sit by his side.More relaxed than before dismissing the idea that this man was trying to get into my pants,i sat down to watch him .he opened the paper bundle with trembling hands ,it was evident that he had not gotten over the shock of his earlier adventure.carefully placing a hand under the opened bundle,he emptied the contents into his other hand.I was observing very closely at his hands and the very suspicious looking content in them,i did not notice him looking at me.as i shifted my eyes i caught him looking at me with a genuine smile on his face.I noticed he had a patch on his stub bled face that was not covered with the light brown facial hair he had on the rest .it looked more like dead tissue and this gave a very menacing look to the otherwise a rugged handsome sort of face he owned.
"you know what this is ,don't you?"he asked now shifting his eyes to his hands as he carefully began breaking down a small piece of what i thought was black coal.
"no "i replied ."well you should " he said putting on a very-matter-of-fact kind of face.i noticed him taking the beedi i had given him and trying to unwrap its coils,since it the beedi meant for smoking was made from extremely dried single piece of leaf.This was a very difficult task.But in a matter of seconds the beedi laid in front of me in one complete not a crack on it....assuming its primitive,natural form.....
"now watch kid,this is useful stuff"the guy said rubbing his one hand on the side of his jeans to dry out the sweat .Having absolutely no clue what was going on ,i still was fixed at this show that the guy was putting ,my anticipation was killing me.quickly roiling the beedi around the powdered black stuff.he began tapping the butt of the beedi on his watch.i was quite disappointed .so whats the big deal he opened up a beedi,put some black dried poop in it and then rolled it back.
He wiped the remaining residue of the black powder from his hands and offered me the spiked beedi.I wasn't expecting this,hesitantly i i put the beedi in my mouth and a very mild pleasant aroma tickled my senses.
"whats in this?" i asked him ."well my little friend its something thats going to make you forget all your troubles."the guy answered with a real sales guy tone in his voice....trying hard to convince.he took out match box from the sock of his right leg and opened it ,thee i saw more of the black stuff .he took out a match stick ,lit,and held the burning flame in front of me.I closed my eyes and puffed at the beedi.
my first job
We ,me and my other financially challenged friends used to smoke the Indian version of the cigar called the beedi.which cost bout a thousandth of a Cuban Havana.and tasted like burning plastic.We still enjoyed it though.just takes a little getting used to.It was 4 in the evening and was almost time to lave the school campus and go back the hell hole of a house.I used to drag conversations with the my friends just to make them stay a while longer.But they would scamper away into their tiny suburban homes as soon as the sunset.On that day i was the last to leave ,as usual.playing around with younger kids.when i noticed someone scaling the school walls from the outside.planning on wasting more time i decided to study this thin very pale looking lad who was certainly running from something..for once he had gotten in the school grounds he crawled to a corner ,gave his back to the wall and began panting like a dead man.
I was at a good 100 Mt's from him ,but could still see very clearly the fear in his eyes..As i watched him brush his shoulder length hair off his face .He gave a sudden jolt and noticed a small weed of a boy that was me looking at him.at the very moment the ear piercing sounds of the police sirens went screeching down on the other side of the wall.i wasn't too bright but i could make the calculation here.cops and a scared young guy hiding from them.hearing the police vehicles the kids i had been playing with left to catch a glimpse of the scene outside the school.i stayed.and watched the guy in a white shirt and a unwashed pair of jeans.trying to signal me something.i could not make out what he was trying to say as the words came out in short gasps of breath.I moved in closer to where he was almost lying on the ground.as i came near i realised i had come too close .with a lunge he had me by the collar and was tugging at it.his face was merely 3 inches from mine.I shook him off and made a desperate run for safety.as i ran i turned around to see the guy collapsing back and now lying flat on the ground.i realised now what he had been asking for ...it was water!.in all the commotion i had not figured the simple fact that ,by the looks of this guy ,he must have run a considerable distance to be in this state .
i immediately dashed to the school washroom got a empty bottle of packaged water .washed it briskly and filled it ,and dashed back to the guy lying in my school grounds.As i neared him the possibility of danger to my own life never crossed my mind even though i knew for sure that this was the guy the cops were after.This tendency of mine to miscalculate situations and give into natural human duties would make me pay heavily in the years to come'.I pulled the dead weight of the guy with one hand to make him sit upright and hold the leaking bottle of water on the other.for a 14 year old i was pretty strong for my age.
i sprinkled a few drops of water into the unconscious guys face and he blinked ,that was a relief .I stood up now not taking any chances.and handed over the bottle to him.He pounced at it and gulped down the entire bottle in a matter of seconds.I turned around and was leaving not sure what this guy might do since being restored back to normality.I heard a soft almost girl like voice calling.I turned around and the guy was on his feet now and signalling me to come closer making his dead facial features look as soft as possible while addressing me.I presumed he was going to thank me.I moved closer pretending to be casual ,as my heart beat like a jackhammer.he casually put his arms around me ,he was a good 1and 1/2 feet taller than me.he looked down at me and gave me a smile.a very forced one ,not the one i used to give my father.it seemed a lot different ,as if this guy never smiled for real in his entire life .
"you have a cigarette ?"he asked .i realised then what 1 year of smoking had done to me .the cheeks had been sucked in .giving my face a skeletal look .smoking combined with bad nutrition was to blame.this guy i thought had probably noticed it."all i have is a beedi"i said in a very composed mature tone
"yeah that will do"he said and began fumbling in his pockets.i took out the last beedi i had saved for the night.and began handing over it to him,thinking what a ungrateful bastard he was ,not a mention of thanks.
Strangely i noticed him digging deep into the front of his trousers .and i began to back up.I had enough experience in pedophiles.and over time developed a very strong dislike for the kind.As i took a couple of steps back.he took out a small paper bundle and squatted down .patting the ground next to him,signalling me to come sit by his side.More relaxed than before dismissing the idea that this man was trying to get into my pants,i sat down to watch him .he opened the paper bundle with trembling hands ,it was evident that he had not gotten over the shock of his earlier adventure.carefully placing a hand under the opened bundle,he emptied the contents into his other hand.I was observing very closely at his hands and the very suspicious looking content in them,i did not notice him looking at me.as i shifted my eyes i caught him looking at me with a genuine smile on his face.I noticed he had a patch on his stub bled face that was not covered with the light brown facial hair he had on the rest .it looked more like dead tissue and this gave a very menacing look to the otherwise a rugged handsome sort of face he owned.
"you know what this is ,don't you?"he asked now shifting his eyes to his hands as he carefully began breaking down a small piece of what i thought was black coal.
"no "i replied ."well you should " he said putting on a very-matter-of-fact kind of face.i noticed him taking the beedi i had given him and trying to unwrap its coils,since it the beedi meant for smoking was made from extremely dried single piece of leaf.This was a very difficult task.But in a matter of seconds the beedi laid in front of me in one complete not a crack on it....assuming its primitive,natural form.....
"now watch kid,this is useful stuff"the guy said rubbing his one hand on the side of his jeans to dry out the sweat .Having absolutely no clue what was going on ,i still was fixed at this show that the guy was putting ,my anticipation was killing me.quickly roiling the beedi around the powdered black stuff.he began tapping the butt of the beedi on his watch.i was quite disappointed .so whats the big deal he opened up a beedi,put some black dried poop in it and then rolled it back.
He wiped the remaining residue of the black powder from his hands and offered me the spiked beedi.I wasn't expecting this,hesitantly i i put the beedi in my mouth and a very mild pleasant aroma tickled my senses.
"whats in this?" i asked him ."well my little friend its something thats going to make you forget all your troubles."the guy answered with a real sales guy tone in his voice....trying hard to convince.he took out match box from the sock of his right leg and opened it ,thee i saw more of the black stuff .he took out a match stick ,lit,and held the burning flame in front of me.I closed my eyes and puffed at the beedi.
RECOIL: GUNS AND REGRETS
chapter 1: my first job [part 1]
it was a bright indian summer day.The usual noise of domestic violence coming out my house,shook me back into senses..from my daydreaming.The noise of breaking utensils added to the effect of dramatising my parents quarrels.the topic was the usual ,the constant complaning of my mother about how she could not handle living on charities by her father.And my dads outburst at hearing the fact that another man was the financial benefactor of his family.
at first it was a nightmare ,day in, day out ,they would curse each other.beat up each other.Destroy what little furniture and small assets we own.Then on my 14th birthday ,my dad came home drunk as usual .It seemed like any other day.cause my family never celebrated birthdays.As i saw my dad i was hoping he would atleast wish me and give me a hug.As soon as he entered ,i gave him the forced smile.Which of course i had a lot of time to practice.U see my dad when drunk had this tendency of not reacting very well to any dicourtesy.He believed that playing poker in a illegal gambling shack,whith bunch of his ungratefull friends was work to him.he actually believed that he could gamble ourselves out of the huge debts,and earn a decent living.He was pretty good too.But what he did not realise is that his "friends "were rippin him off.getting him drunk and cheating on the cards.
I stood there in the bedroom/t.v room.watching my dads eyes .he seemed a different man to me.Like some mask had been removed,an act had been exposed that he'd been playing for so many years.....or i thought..he might have had a couple of drinks more tonight.He walked straight up to me and as i began to ask him if he would have his dinner now..which was just a courtesy.I felt this sharp pain in the side of my face.everything was spining .after a couple of seconds.i realised i was on the floor.blood dripping out of my mouth and nosein a continuous stream.It was then i realised what happened.How could some man hit his own blood .Not some silly slap.But a very powerfull and amazingly accurate punch for a drunk.
what happened the rest of the night i dont remember.my memory over the years has developed a certain knack of blocking certain unpleasent memories.But i do remember the look in my dads eyes...a look of i would be seeing in a lot of unfortunate men i would be accomodated in the near future.
i never talked to my dad after the incident until 5 years later when he was in his death bed and i had a reward on head
School was more of a yard time for me from my prison of a home than a educational institution.I never learned much there.Did not have many friends either.The few friends i had gathered at the back of the government school walls and smoked away the entire class hours.it was on one very such day.i was introduced to a new friend .who gave me a new life and later on try to take it away as easily.....
it was a bright indian summer day.The usual noise of domestic violence coming out my house,shook me back into senses..from my daydreaming.The noise of breaking utensils added to the effect of dramatising my parents quarrels.the topic was the usual ,the constant complaning of my mother about how she could not handle living on charities by her father.And my dads outburst at hearing the fact that another man was the financial benefactor of his family.
at first it was a nightmare ,day in, day out ,they would curse each other.beat up each other.Destroy what little furniture and small assets we own.Then on my 14th birthday ,my dad came home drunk as usual .It seemed like any other day.cause my family never celebrated birthdays.As i saw my dad i was hoping he would atleast wish me and give me a hug.As soon as he entered ,i gave him the forced smile.Which of course i had a lot of time to practice.U see my dad when drunk had this tendency of not reacting very well to any dicourtesy.He believed that playing poker in a illegal gambling shack,whith bunch of his ungratefull friends was work to him.he actually believed that he could gamble ourselves out of the huge debts,and earn a decent living.He was pretty good too.But what he did not realise is that his "friends "were rippin him off.getting him drunk and cheating on the cards.
I stood there in the bedroom/t.v room.watching my dads eyes .he seemed a different man to me.Like some mask had been removed,an act had been exposed that he'd been playing for so many years.....or i thought..he might have had a couple of drinks more tonight.He walked straight up to me and as i began to ask him if he would have his dinner now..which was just a courtesy.I felt this sharp pain in the side of my face.everything was spining .after a couple of seconds.i realised i was on the floor.blood dripping out of my mouth and nosein a continuous stream.It was then i realised what happened.How could some man hit his own blood .Not some silly slap.But a very powerfull and amazingly accurate punch for a drunk.
what happened the rest of the night i dont remember.my memory over the years has developed a certain knack of blocking certain unpleasent memories.But i do remember the look in my dads eyes...a look of i would be seeing in a lot of unfortunate men i would be accomodated in the near future.
i never talked to my dad after the incident until 5 years later when he was in his death bed and i had a reward on head
School was more of a yard time for me from my prison of a home than a educational institution.I never learned much there.Did not have many friends either.The few friends i had gathered at the back of the government school walls and smoked away the entire class hours.it was on one very such day.i was introduced to a new friend .who gave me a new life and later on try to take it away as easily.....
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