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THE PASSAGE is a surrealist short film written and directed by Sarah Lipi. The story follows the frightened moment of Chris who's experiencing the quarter life crisis. She dreams that she's lost walking in the street trying to find her way but unfortunately everything and everybody seems to be against her in which is the reflection of her real feelings and emotions of her own real life.
Keywords: depression, drugs, midlife-crisis, quarter-life-crisis, surrealism
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Tom Sands and Ramsay S. James track down the foremost experts on gender perception to find out how men are thinking about women and what effect this is having on our world. They aim to demonstrate that 'perception selects and makes the world we see'.
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Tom Sands and Ramsay S. James track down the foremost experts on gender perception to find out how men are thinking about women and what effect this is having on our world. They aim to demonstrate that 'perception selects and makes the world we see'.
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In the near future ceilings have been replaced by omnipresent TV's. In the mass media Cannibalism is being hyped as the latest trend in people's day to day lives. Ma, Pa and Wilberforce are your typical North American family. They are obese, over consuming and have a big screen TV on their kitchen ceiling. Life doesn't change much for this family unit, Pa goes to his job at the meat shop, Ma works her dead end job and lately Wilberforce has been staying at home because he is sick. However, when Wilberforce suggests eating Pa for dinner ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE.
Keywords: canadian-humor
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At the edge of adolescence, Tracy is a smart straight-A student--if not a little naive (it seems...she smokes and she cuts to alleviate the emotional pain she suffers from having a broken home and hating her mom's boyfriend, Brady.) When she befriends Evie, the most popular and beautiful girl in school, Evie leads Tracy down a path of sex, drugs and petty crime (like stealing money from purses and from stores). As Tracy transforms herself and her identity, her world becomes a boiling, emotional cauldron fueled by new tensions between her and her mother--as well as, teachers and old friends.
Keywords: 13-year-old, absent-mother, actress, adolescence, adoption, babysitter, bad-influence, bare-breasts, belly-button-piercing, belly-button-ring
It's happening so fast.
They're not little girls anymore
Tracy: [Lying in the afterglow of sex with Javi] We are so perfect for each other. You know, if everybody married someone from a different race, then in one generation there would be no prejudice.::Evie: [Evie moves to lie next to Tracy] So you had a good time?::Tracy: [Dreamily] Yeah. But it tasted kinda nasty.::Evie: [laughs] What? We didn't go over that one!
Melanie: I love you and your brother more than anything in the world. I would die for you, but I won't leave you alone right now.
Melanie: How do you explain $860 in your purse?::Tracy: What do you expect me to say mom? We jacked it, okay! It's not like your broke-ass ever has any money to give me! Mom, when Brady went to that halfway house, what happened to our phone, our cable? You didn't even know how to pay the bills. It's no wonder Dad didn't want to be with you, you didn't even finish high school!::Melanie: We're doing okay Tracy. We don't have extra stuff, but you know we're doing okay. You don't have to steal.::Tracy: Oh Mom, you knew what was going on with all those clothes and shit! Christ, you're not that dumb, are you?::Melanie: [shouts] I didn't know it went that far!
Tracy: All of a sudden Medina has a ghetto booty?::Evie: I think she stuffs.::Astrid: That slut ain't got shit on THESE double-cheesburgers.::[She shakes her butt]::Medina: Shake it, don't break it, bitch.::Astird: Fuck her.
[the girls walk out in two matching cut-up halter tops]::Tracy: Well, what do you think? Are we hot or what?::Mel: That WAS your brother's favorite t-shirt.
[as underage Evie tries to seduce him]::Luke: No. Bad. Danger, Will Robinson, danger.
Melanie: [tearing up the floor in her kitchen] Goddamn dollar-fifty-a-square-foot floor!
Tracy: Would you like me to model my new thong? Great for pooping on the go!
[after dying Cynthia's hair]::Melanie: If this gets you laid, you owe me double.
[Tracy is on the phone in a tattoo shop]::Tracy: Mom, do you know the difference between point-slope form and slope-intercept form? See, that's why I need to be here at the library. They have tutors.
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A New Zealand version of the US TV show of the same name. In this quiz/game show, contestants had to answer relatively simple questions on general knowledge categories. Correct answers earned the contestants a few dollars. The show's gimmick was that the contestants could then exchange some of their money for expensive prizes which would be offered at extreme discounts. The contestant who finished the show with the most cash could then return to compete in the next show.
Keywords: non-fiction
She's ahead of her time and she's never lazy
But something changed your mind and she could drive you crazy
Volunteers for winter coats and summer clothes that shine
Volunteers for magazines I read them all the time but that's all right
Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do da da da down the runway
Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do, she's so ugly
Tidy work never suffers when you stage your abuse
Cocktails in the evening when you're completely nude
Models at the motor show and I dribble at the thought
Looking at yourself in the mirror baby
Telling yourself to be up this morning
Holding in your hand another mirror baby
One or two lines for confidence
Pretty little girl is climbing to the top
Her ageing takes her
Down, down, down
Eating alligator for dinner baby
A restaurant that made it to the top
Smoothies always get to pay for dinner baby
The food was the last thing you came for
Pretty little girl is climbing to the top
Her ageing takes her
Down, down, down
i'd do anything to look that way when i stop and think again i want to change my face and change my skin no more invisible to them, you can't compare i'd do anything big is a scar you'd better get thin the tanner you are the more you fit in bullshit you got a disease you follow the trends like the rest of the sheep
MODEL
im like a model of health
i lead the good life
and all this chemical love has got its shelf life
i am an owl by day
i need the night life
im only looking for prey
who are you
what you got up your sleeve
who are you
lets just key it up she likes it she whites it out
fire and fade
this elitist life turns me the wrong way
i am your model of fun
ive got hard taste im only looking for prey
who are you
what you got up your sleeve
who are you
lets just key it up
she likes it
she whites it out
he likes it
he likes to swallow it down
its on
lets walk it
keep talking
be with me
im only looking for prey | its on
Lyrics & Music by INFORMER
Taken from the album „Black Propaganda“
P&C; Pale Music Int. 2010
HOOK:
MY NAME IS M-O-D-E-L I BUY AND I SALE
POSTED ON DA BLOCK IN FRONT OF THE MOTEL.
MY NAME IS M-O-D-E-L NEW ERA IM FITTED
NEW SWAG NEW MONEY I GET IT.
VERSE 1:
im posted on the block in the morning with the work flowin
goons right beside me in the cutty wit the purp blowin
i gotta say ther name
i gotta make it rain
just left mall dropped a hunded on a chain
i got guns like the army
boats like the navy
im drownin in this money nobody can save me
i got weed like a bad lawn
crack like some old paint
swag like shaft cuz my shaft make these hoes faint
paper like the plain dealer
i call it gettin money
you broke as a joke your whole life funny
bill gates on speed dial thats my white money
a quarter mill for my gurl thats that wife money.
HOOK:
MY NAME IS M-O-D-E-L I BUY AND I SALE
POSTED ON DA BLOCK IN FRONT OF THE MOTEL.
MY NAME IS M-O-D-E-L NEW ERA IM FITTED
NEW SWAG NEW MONEY I GET IT.
VERSE 2:
HUNED THOUSAND FOR THE WHIP
TWO FOR THE CROME
THREE HUNED FOR THE WORK
FOUR FOR THE HOME
FIVE HUNED JUST FOR SHOPPIN WHEN IM AT THE MALL
SIX HUNED THOUSAND BALL TILL I FALL
JEANS ED HARDY SHIRT RALPH LAUREN
YOU CAN TRY TO TAKE IT BUT I PROLLY GOT A GUN
NIGGAS LOSE THEY BREATH TRYNA FIND IT AT THE MALL
(PAUSE) ONLY TO FIND OUT THEY DO NOT HAVE IT AT ALL.
HOOK:
MY NAME IS M-O-D-E-L I BUY AND I SALE
POSTED ON DA BLOCK IN FRONT OF THE MOTEL.
MY NAME IS M-O-D-E-L NEW ERA IM FITTED
[Talking: Plies]
How ya'll say It up north? no home
I looked in da mirror dis morning bro
And I said I'm finna give dis rapping shit up bro
Bitch I look to handsome to be rapping
bitch I'm a model
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm a model
Called a photographer
Dressed like I'm going to a photo shoot partner
Bitch I'm a model
Millionaire Posture
Jewelry cost me over one million dollars
Bitch I'm a model
G Q starter
Everything I do watch these other niggas follow
Bitch I'm a model
No nigga hotter
Later on tonight I'm fucking somebodys daughter
[Verse 1:]
I look so good good good good good
And I am from the hood hood hood hood hood
These hoes pouring love love love love love
My gear is off the hook hook hook hook hook
I look like a model , 7 days a week
I am to clean ,hell na I can't speak
12 hundred on the jeans
5 hundred on the feet
3 goon chains a hundred 40 thousand dollars each
400 20 thousand, I can show you the reseat
You can tell how I walk I was made for T.V.
You can tell by the jewels I am some-bod-dy
I am the sharpest nigga living who the fuck you supposed to be
[Chorus:]
[Verse 2:]
Look like I am on the run run run run way
And I am the shit what else the fuck I'm posed to say
You can catch me in that Mazerati later on today
with 200 thousand worth of jewelry on, ok
and who is my designer? I don't really wanna say
and I only do 40 when I'm on the highway
so you can see that candy candy candy candy spray
and I want you to see this handsome handsome handsome face
and I had hoes way before I was rich
but now that I got money I got millions I can pick
Cause money make most of these broads fuck quick
and I am so fly I can't help it
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
I need to be on the cover of a fucking magazine
cause I am the handsomest nigga you fucking seen
I am so dope put me on the triple beam
ammo on my waste I got them racks up in my jeans
call me Mr. Lysol da boy is so clean
catch me in the club you would think I'm on a bean
I am really loaded 60,000 in my jeans
and I feel safe, I got shooters on my team