what's this? Two posts in a week? oh my god! The apocolypse!
I'm a mathematician, not a linguist, dammit. I don't know how to sugar coat words, I know how to give the brutal, brutal truth in the plainest of terms. So in other words, I'm an asshole, but not intentionally.
blah, blah, blah
So I saw District B-13, a very cool French action movie. The premise of the movie is rather silly, but what is cool is the action sequences. If you haven't heard of it, parkour is the sport/discipline/whatever which is basically running around urban environments, dodging obstacles, as fast and efficiently as you can, this is what they do in the movie a lot. Combined with Boxe Francaise Savate (French kickboxing) and Muay Thai, you get some sick action sequences.
So yeah, lonely at home again, all of my own fuckin doing. hahahaha...ow. Sick too...damn you karma.
Don't smoke children, it's bad for you.
I remember why I used to love swimming. I'd have all this stress in my life, school, friends, usual teenage angst and bullshit. Then you get to practice and start doing your dry land training, and your bitterness and hatred just get boiling. I hate running, I really do, especially at 4am. When it's time to get in the pool, you're already tired, pissed off, and with a bunch of people you're tired of being around. You walk up to the diving block, adjusting your goggles, climb up, grip the block, and suddenly everything just slows down. You push off, have that second before you hit the water, and it's like Fight Club. Everything just focuses in, and nothing else matters but the motion of your body, the shearing of water across your palms, hearing your breathing in your skull, and feeling the rhythmic contractions of your muscles. It all makes sense all of a sudden. And then it's all over, you get out of the water, tired, sore and realizing everything you've forgotten for the last couple of hours. Fade back to reality.
Have you ever been punched in the face? If not, you haven't really lived. The immediate disorientation, the brief blackness, and then your reaction. How do you react? Do you get angry? Panic or get sad? Or, do you get calm and focus?
Your own personal humanity is best learnt at it's limits. When you're so tired, you can't even cry, you just sit and stare into infinity. When you're in pain, and can't imagine continuing to exist, and somehow you do. When you're in a situation, which requires action, and somehow you rise to the challenge. This is when you begin to understand yourself and what it's like to be human, and what scares me is how many people have never gotten anywhere near there.
I'm a mathematician, not a linguist, dammit. I don't know how to sugar coat words, I know how to give the brutal, brutal truth in the plainest of terms. So in other words, I'm an asshole, but not intentionally.
blah, blah, blah
So I saw District B-13, a very cool French action movie. The premise of the movie is rather silly, but what is cool is the action sequences. If you haven't heard of it, parkour is the sport/discipline/whatever which is basically running around urban environments, dodging obstacles, as fast and efficiently as you can, this is what they do in the movie a lot. Combined with Boxe Francaise Savate (French kickboxing) and Muay Thai, you get some sick action sequences.
So yeah, lonely at home again, all of my own fuckin doing. hahahaha...ow. Sick too...damn you karma.
Don't smoke children, it's bad for you.
I remember why I used to love swimming. I'd have all this stress in my life, school, friends, usual teenage angst and bullshit. Then you get to practice and start doing your dry land training, and your bitterness and hatred just get boiling. I hate running, I really do, especially at 4am. When it's time to get in the pool, you're already tired, pissed off, and with a bunch of people you're tired of being around. You walk up to the diving block, adjusting your goggles, climb up, grip the block, and suddenly everything just slows down. You push off, have that second before you hit the water, and it's like Fight Club. Everything just focuses in, and nothing else matters but the motion of your body, the shearing of water across your palms, hearing your breathing in your skull, and feeling the rhythmic contractions of your muscles. It all makes sense all of a sudden. And then it's all over, you get out of the water, tired, sore and realizing everything you've forgotten for the last couple of hours. Fade back to reality.
Have you ever been punched in the face? If not, you haven't really lived. The immediate disorientation, the brief blackness, and then your reaction. How do you react? Do you get angry? Panic or get sad? Or, do you get calm and focus?
Your own personal humanity is best learnt at it's limits. When you're so tired, you can't even cry, you just sit and stare into infinity. When you're in pain, and can't imagine continuing to exist, and somehow you do. When you're in a situation, which requires action, and somehow you rise to the challenge. This is when you begin to understand yourself and what it's like to be human, and what scares me is how many people have never gotten anywhere near there.
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