Seeing as I couldn't think of a decent title for this post I've decided to name it after me, although in this heat I'm more of a vapourised puddle than a pillar. Peshawar stays the same as always I've been here a month now and I've got a while left before I head back, it's awfully quiet here. My best friend's in the middle of his finals and everyone else seems to have finally left as if they've all moved to Islamabad to realise their dreams of becoming maadern (modern) people.
I've been running away from the fact that I was unable to secure a decent internship, although running away is beneficial I guess. I mean I haven't smoked for a month I'm in tip top shape I spend the whole day exercising (yes even in Ramzan) I say it's because I want to go back and box, I do but the truth is I just don't want to think about failure. My performance this year was top notch but with this economy that just doesn't cut it anymore and I suppose there's always an element of luck involved. The truth is I just want to sweat myself into a stupor in which I don't have to think about cigarettes or make plans for the long term I just want to live in the moment.
I was re-watching one of my favourite series earlier and there was a bit where the main character goes back to his village and he finds an unfinished bridge missing planks of wood. He's too scared to skip across until his friend mentions that when they were younger they would both skip across zebra crossings seamlessly and the only difference with the bridge was that you could see the current underneath. I suppose looking down is never very pleasant and it probably inhibits your ability to do what would normally come naturally.
If fortune is indeed female, and she likes to be treated roughly then impetuous young men like myself are only in a position to please her when they decide that they're not going to look down. Machiavelli can be so inappropriate sometimes, still I agree wholeheartedly.
The tendinitis in my elbow is just about getting better, I lifted too much, T_T but now I've done my back in by suddenly deciding to swim 80 lengths instead of my usual 50. I still need to start cramming some more Kanji. Did I mention I shaved my head - random moment of craziness besides it's hot it feels like I just took a bloody woolen cap off that's how hot hair makes you SHAVE YOUR HEADS PPL let's all turn into nutcases together, maybe I'll feel less bald that way. If you haven't noticed that cue-ball is a visual representation of my head much to my mother's horror. Can't be bothered to proof-read this post I'm too consumed by the moment to think about the Nazis that may remark about the lack of punctuation...actually I lied I know nobody is going to read this anyway so HAH.
