To the Asian boy who shamelessly stole my turn at the treadmill by cunningly slipping in when i was tryin to make way for the previous user to come out:i hope some sadistic old men find you and anally rape your bleeding guts out.Actually,i take that back-for now i put my furious vengeance to see you die alongside my newfound trust in karma,so whatever it is,God will deal with you from now on.The gym is an intense place,where fights can break out in many places:the locker area where there are always at least half a dozen people waiting for one,waiting for the treadmill,bike or in trying to get the best spot in a fitness class (e.g:Body Jam),which i feel is why some men feel they need to come all steroid-induced and looking like Arnold S. in order to inspire peace and harmony in that awful place.Holy crapola.Sudden burst of poetic melodrama-ignore that-anyways,the exams are up next week and then its the hols,when i can finally embrace true,temporary release from this.This being everything,and eveything being all the intrusive thoughts in my head.
Here's a link to a clip of some panda's.Cute & Hilarious.
Season 4 of Nip/Tuck recently premiered in the US,new episodes of Lost arriving there soon-while i'm left to feed on lousy scrapes of House and CSI.But this hols will partly be for updating by cinema fetishism,wanting to watch Little Children.The Illusionist,The Black Dahlia,Saw 3 and rent some old movies namely The Virgin Suicides,Secretary,Ghost World,Resevoir Dogs,Dick and maybe anything with Christina Ricci,Michelle Williams or Uma Thurman in it.And definitely Pulp Fiction.
Jules: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
That's what Samuel L. Jackson's character says before he blows people's brains out-
Mia: Don't you hate that?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
and this is the beginning of Uma Thurman & John Travolta's scene in the diner.
I've ran out of topics to rant about-so i'll end with an excerpt from Oasis' Live Forever.
Maybe I dont really want to know
How your garden grows
I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone
Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I dont want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just dont believe
Maybe youre the same as me
We see things theyll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
We're gonna live forever.