Monday, February 11

Yan Martel, Life of Pi

Chapter 56
I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for you weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in you mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild- mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to push it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason come to do battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully eqiuped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread.
Fear next turns fully to your body., which is already aware that something terribly wrong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and yoru guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops dead like an opossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Every part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.

Quickly you make a rash decision. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.

The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.--

This chapter is by far the BEST chapter i have ever read in my entire life concerning books. Its just perfect. For those of you who read and dotes books, then im sure you can relate. And a message to the NSW english board of studies, well, Yann Martel starts his sentences with "and" and hes still awesome. No one puts him down for it!. FART grammar in the english syllbus. If it helps you pass on the message and IF can help that someone to get through a rough day, then so be it. I highly recomend everyone to read Life of Pi. I hav'nt finished the book yet, but its awesome. Its an entertaining past time and also a valuable one. For those who did this for their journey's related texts, FART you guys, you guys are smart for doing it. as for me, I had the book durign that time, but i was lazy and busy reading related for ext1, so i couldnt do it. also, LOVELY bones! ill write a mini review on that later one. BUt that one is also fantastic. There are awesome phrases from it as well.

Went to Sydney Dance Company yesterday with my baby. The lesson was alright. actually it was good. If only that room with bars and mirrors and the black floor was mine! ohh man i dont want a freakin INTENSE one hour and forty-five minutes of contemporary rountine. i want it for myself so i can so routine whenever i feel like and take breaks whenever i need to pee pee.but its alright. We were looking at this timetable that they had for lessons and we made fun of this choreographer whos name was Nacho Pop, he teaches Popping. hmm and next thing you know, he features in So You Think You Can Dance. Yeah i Know its pretty scary. my choreographer is pretty cool. We did some ballet exercises. he reminds me of ms denny sometimes, especially when he talks about "strings" "boom" "swhoop" and all these other onomatopoeias.

Before going to the dance company we walked around this tourist stop on the rocks. and There was this really awesome spray painter. HE IS FREAKIN GOOD!. I can see deep down that sean was either inspired or jealous, or maybe both.LOL he didnt even use a single stencil. LMAO. his hands moved like he was performing magic. But considering that he did an A3 perfect portrait of the outerspace from a planet in ten minutes or maybe less, then you can say it is magic. AWESOME guy. we wouldve had stacks of photos for blogging or simply for memories, but someone didnt bring their camera!sigh*

On the way home, we so Mrs. Elastic.

The day was great. we'll definitely go back to the dance company and next time there will be photos!
adios guys

<3-> baby i hope youre enjoying your work. Thanks for bringing me out on sunday. I loved the day with you. Ill see you on tuesday. p.s. I love you

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