Come Away With me

Shhhh.. Don't speak till you read. Don't judge till you judge yourself.
Just a place for me to speak freely without anyone breathing down my neck
and just judging who I am and what I write about.
If you do have something to say nonetheless then I shall listen. :]

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So Come Away With Me to my side of the story and hear me out.
Natalie Law

Come Away With Me, 10:50 PM, Friday, March 27, 2009

Parkour

What's Parkour you may ask? Cause I ask myself the very same thing when I 1st heard it. But I've seen Parkour before in movies and in some article long long time ago and never really actually got into it.

Parkour, sometimes also abbreviated to PK or l'art du déplacement in French. In English, is the art of movement is an activity with the aim of moving from one point to another as efficiently and quickly as possible, using principally the abilities of the human body. It is meant to help one overcome obstacles, which can be anything in the surrounding environment—from branches and rocks to rails and concrete walls—and can be practiced in both rural and urban areas. Parkour practitioners are referred to as traceurs, or traceuses for females. Founded by David Belle, parkour focuses on practising efficient movements to develop one's body and mind to be able to overcome obstacles in an emergency.

I've tried doing this. It's called vault.

This is the new sport that I have grown to love and have passion for already. Its really fun but it goes by the saying, "No Pain No Gain". I got bruises on my back n right shoulders and other parts of me body. But I enjoyed the whole process. And worst scaring thing to say, I somehow enjoyed the pain as well.

Vie,

Thank you!
Thank you for the song too..
Love ya. Hugs.

Broken Strings
by James Morrison
feat Nelly Furtado

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late

Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh and I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last change to feel again.

Parkour I Love
Broken Strings too