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.
I love the way you blog. You write the way I used to write on my first blog (a Yahoo!360 one :D Some 6 years ago) and the way I envisioned blogging when I got this new one. Sighs. I want to blog like this again. It's like you're telling a story, and the way you tell it is so fascinating and cool (and you write so well) that the reader wants to keep on reading and is disappointed when it ends.
ReplyDeleteWait a minute, you box?! Just yesterday, I was thinking, would someone please explain to me the point of this dumb sport called boxing? Shucks. So can you explain it to me?
Summer in Peshawar ... man, you crazy. I was in Swat last year for the summer, dropped by Mardan for a moment on our way to Islamabad and OH EM GEEZER!! I'd forgotten how to live back home. I'm no longer sure whether I really wanna live there when I grow up or not.
Oh, but then as if that wasn't torture enough, wise ol' me had planned to go to Jordan for the rest of the summer. Fortunately, the place I stayed in was very "modernized" and all, so we had the AC running night and day, and the hotel folks treated us Americanz like royalty, buuut we had those trips every now and then to ordinary ol' Jordan where ordinary ol' Jordanian folks live and hang out and all. Now that was miserable. :( I fainted during one of our trips. I mean, what the heck, you're walking RIGHT under the sun, with naked trees all around you but totally useless for shade, and the little grapevines you have here and there have also dried out and gone bare. Man, that was a bad, bad day for the qrratu. No amount of water did the trick.
LOL @ the fortune part.
P.S. hah - you lie: someone did read this.
I'm glad you appreciate my writing, I find it therapeutic to bitch about life sometimes.
DeleteI don't box yet but I'm conditioning myself to start boxing when I get back to England. In an older post I already went through my history as a kyokushinkai fighter I believe the same spirit applies. When people fight they're forced to test the limits of their bodies, sometimes you just lose yourself in the sweat and pain of it all. Besides there's nothing more honest than a good knock about. I suppose you have to be a testosterone fueled caveman to understand.
Speaking of bad days I tried going for a run before iftar and almost collapsed on the way home LOL. *sigh* life goes on.
Nice representation of your shaved head. My Dad is bald too, his head has a natural shine to it. Why would I share that piece of information? *shrugs*
ReplyDeleteMy dad is bald too - or at least he was bald until he did one of those transplant thingies. Thankfully my hair follicles feel pretty deep rooted at the moment *touch wood* X_X. My current hairstyle is just a phase I'd hate it if my hair actually fell out XD.
DeleteFickr not - south asian fathers are bald until proven otherwise. You didn't even need to tell me haha
lol, I guess it's true, every Dad is auto-thought to be bald with a 'tache. Yes my Dad has a 'tache too.
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