Watch out! He knows Kung Fu!

I feel that I must share this hilarious moment. Today in my Martial Arts Cinema class, our teacher split us into groups in order to discuss aspects of a scene (from Once Upon a Time In China 3) and the group that I was in had to discuss sound in the film (it was the subject that was assigned to us by the professor, each group had to talk about a different subject, i.e. cinematography, editing, sound, etc.). So when it was our turn to present, the professor called us up. I started talking about music in the film and I began to mention how the mention became dark and ominous when the main villain, who was wearing a yellow robe, appeared on his horse, so being as forgetful as I am, I did not remember his name so I referred to his as "the yellow guy", only to realize to my chagrin that, this being a Kung Fu film from Hong Kong and thus all the actors being Asian, I inadvertently let out an unintentionally racist comment which was not meant to be racist at all. However, the entire class laughed hysterically, and I could not stop laughing at this error that I made. The look on the teacher's face was priceless once I realized what it was that I said. Ah, either way, the group which talked about their subject the best (especially in relation to the body, since Kung Fu is highly focused on the body) would be exempt from the next quiz, and my group won this "contest", perhaps because of my comment. Oh, good times.

And I guess it's true, "Everyone's a little bit racist."

In Retrospect

I think I have realized what this fear mentioned in the previous post is. I feel pretentious writing in this thing, which is why I averted it for so long. Hmm. Perhaps in time I will grow warm to it.

سعيد

Sællvertu!

I do not know what has compelled me to start a blog, for it is on a whim that this has been created and feeling inspired by some muse. I have seemed to join the ranks of something which I shunned, from which I fled in a mad ecstasy of panic fright, only to find myself now joining the ranks of. If my writing at the moment seems preposterous, it is only because I've been reading Jules Verne's Journey to the Centre of the Earth (or Voyage au centre de la Terre to you Francophones) for my "Modern Science Fiction: Jules Verne and his Legacies" class. Despite the link of this blog, and the fact that I wrote the name of the novel in French, I do not know French, but it is a language that I admire. Perchance in the future, I will write posts in the languages that I do know, i.e. English, Spanish, Arabic, Latin, and Ancient Greek (although the latter will see the least action), as an exercise in improving said languages. I do not really know what this blog will be about, perhaps flights of fancy, quixotic ramblings, whatever I feel like. Speaking about the latter, it seems that a great fear has arisen within, kind of like walking for the first time. It seems that writing in this contraption has given me this strange fear. I do not know of what. Perhaps because this is new. Hopefully this can be a tool to face my fears, those terrible mindkillers.

I do not know who will read this, but to those who do,  أهلاً و سهلاً !

Buenas noches,

سعيد