Against A Thousand Asian Nations

Fearless and brave. That is what the Spartans were made. Strong and brutal i want to be. Like them. The Spartans had strength and honour. Valour and courage. Respected and feared among others. I had forgotten who i was. Being affected with frivolous concerns. Things were much simple. I am a survivor. A warrior. I was born and bred in a manner not much different from the Spartans. Look at me. A shame. A fraud. But no more. Just watch. I will change. I will rise again to the top. Made of steel this man will be. Walk the earth head up high and standing tall among giants. Taught to fight and defend.

I adore the movie. There were boobs and nude scenes. Both men and women. The Spartans were fit and in excellent condition. Spotted with washboard abdominals. Envious. I will hit the gym next week at California Fitness Centre. 300 at the cinemas. Go watch it. It moved me and brought me to the cores once more. Reminded me of true essence. About two hours long. I am inspired. I can relate to that movie. Damn awesome. One thing i learnt from that motion picture is, "Never allow emotions to rule. It does not exist among men who rules." Indeed. Feelings had brought me down but oh no longer.