Friday, February 29, 2008

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Just Keep Quiet and Nobody Will Notice

There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, including Singapore Managment University, Which is that people ought to be taught not to go around always making apologies without any freaking reason.

I don't mean the kind of apologies people make when they run over you or take your laptop home or step on your feet. I object to one kind of apology alone, which is when people spend their time and yours apologizing for everything they own.

For example,

You go to their house for a meal, and they apologize because the meal isn't caviar or some rare duck.They apologize privately for the crudeness of the other guests and they apologize publicly for their wife's housekeeping or their husband's jests. If they take you to the theater, they apologize for the acting and the dialogue and the plot.When you are from another country, they apologize for everything local that is not followed globally. FUCK.... They contain more milk of human kindness than the most capacious diary can.


But the worse of them all is when they say something of theirs is awful, and it is your duty to convince them politely that it is magnificent and glorious.

HATE those boring conversations.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Briefcase Mystery - Pulp Fiction (Does your eyes really see what it wants to see??)

Remember the first time you were introduced to Marsellus Wallace. The first shot of him was of the back of his head, complete with band-aid. The camera specifically showed the bandaid so thus it must have some sort of importance.The combination of the lock on the briefcase was 666. Whenever anyone opened the briefcase, it glowed, and they were in amazement at how beautiful it was; they were speechless. Now, bring in some Bible knowledge, and remember that when the devil takes your soul, he takes it from the back of your head. And what is the most beautiful thing about a person? Their soul.


Marsellus Wallace had sold his soul to the devil, and was trying to buy it back. The case appears to be part of some sort of deal with Marsellus, because both Marsellus and Jules referred to the kids as "business partners" of Marsellus. Thus the three kids in the beginning of the movie were the devil's helpers. When Jules asks for the case, he originally looks in the top drawer, then he is told to look in the cabinet by his feet, a possible representation of heaven and hell.


When the kid came out of the bathroom with a "hand cannon," Jules and Vincent were not harmed by the bullets. "God came down and stopped the bullets," said Jules. Because they were saving a soul they received divine intervention. Furthermore, after their "miracle" Vincent tried to just shrug off the divine intervention whereas Jules did the complete opposite. It weighed on Jules' mind and he made a decision to change his ways. Vincent may have died because he had a chance to change butdid not. Jules, on the other hand was deeply affected by the significance of the occurance. Thus it could appear that God gave Vincent and Jules one last chance; Jules changed, Vincent did not.


In the dinner when Jules finally opens the case when Ringo holds him at gunpoint. Ringo is stunned and all he can say is "is that what I think it is ?" Likewise, Marcellus decided to spare Butch's life after he gets he soul back, he wouldn't have if he didn't have his soul.

Other interesting Tidbits


When Butch goes to seeMarcellus at the beginning, he buys the cigarettess called red apples. If we usereligious symbolism, like it is seen throughout most of the movie,it could be interpreted as taking the forbidden fruit.


Mia's alarm code on her and Marsellus's home is 666.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

TOP 5 MUST WATCH

People who have really seen the top 100 movies list from http://www.imdb.com/, would really know what I am talking about when I say the movies selected below should be a top 5 must watch.





SANNNDMAN


If you are any of the below, sandman by neil gaiman is book for you to must have.

1. Fantasy, fiction or mythology book fan
2. Graphic novel fan
3. An artist, or an appreciator for good art work
4. Dream chaser
5. or anyone who is tired of reading those same old boring mystery books

The series is about seven siblings known as the endless which exist to serve the humans. Each of these siblings are the keepers of a realm which is controlled by them. The seven siblings include.

Dream
Death
Delirium earlier known as Delight
Destruction
Desire
Despair
Desire

The most impressive thing about the series in my opinion is the characters that have been created behind each of these siblings. My personal favourite Death.

Round Table Ethicate

The charas is almost always mixed with tobacco. You have to roast the cigarette first though by passing it quickly over a naked flame and there are few worse smells in existance. The charas is never burnt to make it softer as with hashish but instead crumbled by hand and mixed with the tobacco in a tin or dried coconut shell.

Then you need to wet the safi cloth. This makes it a good deal easier on the lungs. You insert the small, conical stone that sildes down the neck to the chillum and pour in the mix. Chillums vary a good deal in size and capacity but one feature of a longer chillum is that the smoke cools down on the way and you tend to smoke more than is good for you..

The next part of the ceremony is crucial if you don’t want the average sadhu or Goa Freak to hit you over the head with the fire tongs – on no account ever put your lips to the chilum. It’s not a pipe. Instead you have to master an arrangement of cupping the hands as though you were playing the harmonica. Your hands form a closed prism around the bottom of the chillum, the safi cloth and your mouth. Then you can draw heavily and the smoke pours merrily into your lungs.

The chillum is lit by a second party and before you inhale you get to shout one of the praises to Shiva such as “Alack” or “Bom Shankar”. The first person to smoke has to puff like a train to get the thing started and then pass it to the right, preferably supporting his right arm with his left. The required etiquette can become quite complex and the average Westerner has little or no chance of meeting the ritual standards of a sadhu. Then again your average Italian chillum fascist in the Parvati Valley can be just as pedantic.

In the old days you could buy chillums on the street ready prepared with a charas and tobacco mix. You bought, smoked and then threw the clay chillum onto the ground. It broke and returned to its place of origin. India has been into recycling for thousands of years.

However, once Nancy Reagan got going on her ‘just say no’ campaign in the 1980’s War on Drugs, draconian legislation was introduced in India against the possession of charas. Chillums are still for sale in shops (without the charas) and can be incredibly ornate, set with snakes or Indian gods. Prices range from $1-20.

The Italians chillum fascists went one step further and came up with designer chillums. Just as they brought their national excellance to the cultivation of charas up in the Himalayas they were also compelled to bring some class to the world of chillums. Those made by names like Franco may sell for up to $500. They’re made of glass, crystal and ceramic and the former chillums light up as you smoke. You’ll only ever see them on the Goa Trance scene though – the purists in the mountains only use clay.