I am the Dragon reborn... I have finally rediscovered myself and my way. This is the way of the Dragon... This is the blog of a college graduate with a bio degree and a biochem degree, finding within himself to balance his need for combat and his desire to become a physician. Enjoy...
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Gears of War
On another subject, sometimes I feel free, and other days I still want to hang on. Where's the next one?
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Funny:
Except today, she noticed that on the very first page...
is a large drawing of a penis with hairy balls. LOL!
Monday, December 25, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess...
It just has a shitty, non-customizable camera, some shitty shitty shitty (think N64) textures, and STILL synthesized (but well crafted) music.
9/10
Friday, December 15, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
My fight is neverending...
Should I forget it or turn my back on it, I might as well just die.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Jann Lee
Muhammad Ali
Superman
Batman
Spider-Man
Makunouchi Ippo
Takamura Mamoru
Kimura Tatsuya
James Bond
Squall Leonhart
Cloud Strife
Sephiroth
Lex Luthor
Don Vito Corleone
Don Michael Corleone
Mashiba Ryo
Ryu
Gouki/Akuma
Fei Long
Heero Yuy
Forest Law
Marshall Law
Ryu Hayabusa
Jin Kazama
Kazuya Mishima
Solid Snake
Big Boss
Son Goku
Son Gohan
Dante
Daredevil
Himura Kenshin
Shinomori Aoshi
Saito Hajime
Rudy Ruettiger
Jason Bourne
Daniel Caffey
Mas Oyama
Hotsuma
Ein
Hayate
The Punisher
Samurai Jack
Tony Jaa
John Clark
Jack Ryan
Doug Ross
Mark Greene
Luka Kovac
Randy Couture
The Count of Monte Cristo
Anderson Silva
Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa - Illegal immigrant, now brain surgeon
Ip Man - (Donnie Yen portrayal)
Leroy Jethro Gibbs
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Rewiring continues...
But no longer, and never again.
I retract my previous statements...
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Need to extend my wings
Or if I'm Superman.. get my cape out.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Lumines wisdom...
Simplify your life.
Keep shit simple. When you make things too complicated, it gets messy and it's hard to simplify from then on.
Just like the gameplay. However, when eliminating things or accomplishing tasks, do as much as you can at once (a la playing in combinations in the game).
Ha!
On another note, let's see how things go tomorrow.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
We are who we choose to be.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
I think a lot now...
The key to dealing with karma is sailing with it when it suits you, and jumping ship when it doesn't.
++
At least Alex is comin' back in a week.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Positive things...
I had a light text convo with Jess yesterday, she still injecting some of her wit into them. I'll be getting two A's and a B this quarter, an improvement. After next Thursday, school's done for a lil bit. Yay.
I've learned some things and am coping. Let's be positive. Things will be ok and better than before. Shaun, I want you to teach me more in the MA. Seems like I am capable of a lot and a lot more.
Mo's getting with Andy and really likes him. :)
Rock's finding something with this gal, Nicole. :)
Shaun 'n' Sasha has a nice ring to it. :)
Hit me too! :)
Please!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
"Good News Day
As regular readers of my blog know, I lost my voice about 18 months ago. Permanently. It’s something exotic called Spasmodic Dysphonia. Essentially a part of the brain that controls speech just shuts down in some people, usually after you strain your voice during a bout with allergies (in my case) or some other sort of normal laryngitis. It happens to people in my age bracket.
I asked my doctor – a specialist for this condition – how many people have ever gotten better. Answer: zero. While there’s no cure, painful Botox injections through the front of the neck and into the vocal cords can stop the spasms for a few months. That weakens the muscles that otherwise spasm, but your voice is breathy and weak.
The weirdest part of this phenomenon is that speech is processed in different parts of the brain depending on the context. So people with this problem can often sing but they can’t talk. In my case I could do my normal professional speaking to large crowds but I could barely whisper and grunt off stage. And most people with this condition report they have the most trouble talking on the telephone or when there is background noise. I can speak normally alone, but not around others. That makes it sound like a social anxiety problem, but it’s really just a different context, because I could easily sing to those same people.
I stopped getting the Botox shots because although they allowed me to talk for a few weeks, my voice was too weak for public speaking. So at least until the fall speaking season ended, I chose to maximize my onstage voice at the expense of being able to speak in person.
My family and friends have been great. They read my lips as best they can. They lean in to hear the whispers. They guess. They put up with my six tries to say one word. And my personality is completely altered. My normal wittiness becomes slow and deliberate. And often, when it takes effort to speak a word intelligibly, the wrong word comes out because too much of my focus is on the effort of talking instead of the thinking of what to say. So a lot of the things that came out of my mouth frankly made no sense.
To state the obvious, much of life’s pleasure is diminished when you can’t speak. It has been tough.
But have I mentioned I’m an optimist?
Just because no one has ever gotten better from Spasmodic Dysphonia before doesn’t mean I can’t be the first. So every day for months and months I tried new tricks to regain my voice. I visualized speaking correctly and repeatedly told myself I could (affirmations). I used self hypnosis. I used voice therapy exercises. I spoke in higher pitches, or changing pitches. I observed when my voice worked best and when it was worst and looked for patterns. I tried speaking in foreign accents. I tried “singing” some words that were especially hard.
My theory was that the part of my brain responsible for normal speech was still intact, but for some reason had become disconnected from the neural pathways to my vocal cords. (That’s consistent with any expert’s best guess of what’s happening with Spasmodic Dysphonia. It’s somewhat mysterious.) And so I reasoned that there was some way to remap that connection. All I needed to do was find the type of speaking or context most similar – but still different enough – from normal speech that still worked. Once I could speak in that slightly different context, I would continue to close the gap between the different-context speech and normal speech until my neural pathways remapped. Well, that was my theory. But I’m no brain surgeon.
The day before yesterday, while helping on a homework assignment, I noticed I could speak perfectly in rhyme. Rhyme was a context I hadn’t considered. A poem isn’t singing and it isn’t regular talking. But for some reason the context is just different enough from normal speech that my brain handled it fine.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack jumped over the candlestick.
I repeated it dozens of times, partly because I could. It was effortless, even though it was similar to regular speech. I enjoyed repeating it, hearing the sound of my own voice working almost flawlessly. I longed for that sound, and the memory of normal speech. Perhaps the rhyme took me back to my own childhood too. Or maybe it’s just plain catchy. I enjoyed repeating it more than I should have. Then something happened.
My brain remapped.
My speech returned.
Not 100%, but close, like a car starting up on a cold winter night. And so I talked that night. A lot. And all the next day. A few times I felt my voice slipping away, so I repeated the nursery rhyme and tuned it back in. By the following night my voice was almost completely normal.
When I say my brain remapped, that’s the best description I have. During the worst of my voice problems, I would know in advance that I couldn’t get a word out. It was if I could feel the lack of connection between my brain and my vocal cords. But suddenly, yesterday, I felt the connection again. It wasn’t just being able to speak, it was KNOWING how. The knowing returned.
I still don’t know if this is permanent. But I do know that for one day I got to speak normally. And this is one of the happiest days of my life.
But enough about me. Leave me a comment telling me the happiest moment of YOUR life. Keep it brief. Only good news today. I don’t want to hear anything else."
I want to remap my brain so that I don't love romantically again.
Monday, October 09, 2006
The Dragon returns...
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
KOTOR II
Sunday, October 01, 2006
I am a poor martial artist...
"Enough! You dishonor your sensei with this loss of composure! Your rage is born of fear and is unbefitting in a student of the martial arts! You'll be given opportunities to prove yourself to me. Until then, boy -- PATIENCE is a virtue!"
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
"Bless the Broken Road"
I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart
They were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you...
God, give me focus and strength. Please. Even if it's anger that fills my soul, please God, let it go to something useful. Give me the strength You once regained for me. The same strength that David, Alisha, Neal, Jack, Rock... that they have.
Please.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Thursday, September 07, 2006
"People who are unable to motivate themselves must be content with mediocrity, no matter how impressive their other talents." -Andrew Carnegie
"Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars... to change the world." -Harriet Tubman
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Taken from Ai-van's xanga, not that she knows it...
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I look like a freaking...
Wonder how long it's going to take before my hair is as long as it was in my profile picture...
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
My left leg spasms...
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Old Post...
Katagiri Roshi: "Is there anything wrong with loneliness?"
Natalie Goldberg: "No, I guess not."
---
Natalie Goldberg: " But, Roshi, you have sentenced me to such loneliness. Writing is very lonely."
Katagiri Roshi: "Anything you do deeply is very lonely. There are many Zen students here, but the ones that are going deep are very lonely."
Natalie Goldberg: "Are you lonely?"
Katagiri Roshi: "Of course. But I do not let it toss me away. It is just loneliness."
---
A long time ago, Alisha once commented on one of my numerous posts:
"why do you always think that you'll feel so much better after fighting someone? if you look at every entry where you're pissed off or annoyed or whatever, it always comes back to fighting someone...maybe you're looking in the wrong place for happiness..."
And she was right. When I fought Will last Friday, I do know that I did not think about Jessica at all during the combat. Didn't think about how "unhealthy" I am, didn't think of my grades, didn't think about all the problems everyone has. Nothing was on my mind but the eradication of the opponent in front of me. Video games don't do this for me! Fighting (and maybe training, if I can get back into it) is my ultimate release.
"After fighting, everything else in life gets dumbed down. You can handle anything.."
-paraphrased from Fight Club. How utterly and clearly true.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Summer of heartbreak/ache
S and me
D and D
N an A
A and T
Miss Short and her (now ex-)husband
Luke and his bitch
Christy Chew and hers
Kenny G and Ashley
Luis and Liz
Mary and Alex Caire
Ashley and Patrick
Nurse Niles and Craig
Linden and her guy
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
Sat at the picnic table where we used to sit and converse...
And stood on the bridge where I used to hold her...
Tried to remember and reminisce...
But then wondered...
Was it real?
Or had it been just a dream?
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
I cried today...
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
But it is. SHE is.
There ARE millions out there. Instead of punishing myself with idle thought, I need to punish myself with productive masochism. There was a time when all I thought about was building myself up, carving and refining the weapon that I was becoming. I wanted and still want to be God's soldier. But somewhere in the process, the power that I was accumulating corrupted me. I hurt people and I didn't care. I tore people to bits with my words and I didn't care. The women I've hurt...
THIS is karma coming back to bite me in the ass. I abused the power and it was diminished. I hurt women and one pays me back for all of them.
And I hate TV.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Girls and songs
Melissa Stanley - "Valentine" by Martina McBride
Rachel Seely - "Never had a dream come true" by S Club 7
Jenny Davis - "Sk8er boi" by Avril Lavigne
Allison Reed - "Why don't you and I" by Nickelback and Santana
Rachael Jackson - "As long as you love me" - Backstreet Boys
Ashley Southern - "Waiting" by Staind, "I don't want to be your friend" by Do
Jessica Walker - "Resolution" by Nick Lachey
History does repeat...
OK.
I fell for Jessica. She is everything I've ever wanted in a woman, and I mean everything. We both acknowledged that we've developed a significantly deep connection. She is beautiful, smart, hardworking, kind, with a good Samaritan attitude. All in all, nigh-perfect.
The problem is: things're moving too fast for her. That and our own specific personal issues have led to us fighting and and arguing on the phone. Things're just... out of order. Not even together and we're fighting. It kills me that I've raised my voice to her, and not to my idiot roommate. As a result of our verbal fights, things are at the lowest point they've been.
I haven't felt this bad since Jenny.
And it's the same type of feeling.
Which leads me to something really freaky. The last movie I ever saw with Jenny was "Bruce Almighty." There were a bunch of messages in that movie that, back then, I totally ignored or just didn't catch due to the inclement times. What followed were a couple of the roughest months of my life.
But today, I turned on the TV, and guess what was on? Yep. I was scared. But today, I caught a whole bunch of messages that were worthwhile. And I listened, today. Sucks that it took a movie to realign myself again. There are other things that the movie conveyed to me.
But what's up in the air now is: Will history repeat itself? Or will I know what to do?
If I know, then God knows.
God guide me
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Kokuryu returns...
I've lost my focus.
Time to sharpen it again.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
The waters are stormy...
Tatsu is the dragon of the chaos.
And I am torn and undecided...
God guide me.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
HBU sucks
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
God, please guide me...
I really need help in doing the right thing when it comes to girls.
I really need help with being what You've given me the potential to be.
Please bless my mother, my father, my brother, my sister, and my other brothers.
Please bless those people who need Your help.
Please bless...
a funny conversation:
Best friend: "I hate to bring it up again, but I spent $3000 on that seeing-eye dog."
Blind: "Well I told you I didn't need a dog. I didn't want a dog."
Best friend: "Let me show you something about you Matt. Seeing-eye dogs bond for life. Yours ran away."
Blind: "Heheheh.."
Best friend: "Just goes to show how emotionally available you are, Matt."
btw, the blind man is Daredevil. :-P
Friday, April 21, 2006
Well, I think I did what God wanted me to do...
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Well now...
And there's a girl :)
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Let's reiterate...
I ignore mine.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Man...
Rule #5 : One not strong enough on his own is not one worth being with.
Monday, February 27, 2006
And so ends...
Sunday, February 19, 2006
None.
School comes first. Don't get me wrong. I CAN fight. I just won't, nor will I be in the shape for fighting someone who is a fighter fighter by choice.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
I feel...
I haven't trained in 3 days and am really starting to feel guilty about it. Wonder if my body's strong enough for 1080 punches w/ 10 lb weights in each hand?
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Sunday, February 05, 2006
"My Kind of Girl"
Held my feelings and never even wanted to start
'Til when I met you, I didn't know
What you were gonna do with my heart
When you talk (I cling on every word you say)
When you move (Like a breeze on a summer day)
When you smile (the sky turns from gray to blue, that's what you do)
And you're the kind of girl I think of (yeah)
And you're the kind of girl I dream about (yeah)
My heart is telling me I need you in my world (in my world)
'Cause you're my kind of lady (you're my kind of girl)
When I'm not with you, wherever you are
Baby I'm counting the moments 'til I'm back in your arms
All I want is to have you here with me
Every night 'n' every day,
When you talk (I cling on every word you say)
When you move (Like a breeze on a summer day)
When you smile (the sky turns from gray to blue, that's what you do)
And you're the kind of girl I think of
And you're the kind of girl I dream about
My heart is telling me that I need you in my world (my world)
'Cause you're my kind of lady (you're my kind of girl)
Baby girl I need you here by my side
And if you're there everything will be alright
Cause this is the time for us, baby be mine (baby be mine)
And you're the kind of girl I think of
And you're the kind of girl I dream about (girl I dream about yeah)
My heart is telling me that I need you in my world (in my world)
'Cause you're my kind of lady (you're my kind of girl)
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Mom's badass
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Thank you God...
Part 4
San Sho Ryu: I am told
San Sho Ryu: that after the afx teacher threatened me
San Sho Ryu: that Tree came in to work
N3ach: k
San Sho Ryu: and reaffirmed that what capt forehead said to me was not a threat
San Sho Ryu: but a promise
San Sho Ryu: he told Oso
San Sho Ryu: and Gage
N3ach: ive got his promise right here
N3ach: tell him i said that
San Sho Ryu: hahaha
San Sho Ryu: that is 3 times within 10 days that my life has been threatened
San Sho Ryu: I am not happy.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Not this time...
Blonde.
Light-blue eyes.
Pale skin.
Skinny.
Shorter'n me.
Shy, but friendly.
Then I realized she reminded me of Jenny, except for the "skinny" part.
...
I don't think so.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Oy this shit never ends...
She gets up a little later, and Capitan Cabeza goes: "When you're finished with her, can I have a minute?"
And I'm like: "Sure."
"Oh, now?"
"Yes."
He then proceeds to babble about the waivers, which he never brandished, saying things like the last time anyone sparred with him was 14 years ago, when a TKD 2nd degree black belt sparred with whoever and broke his arm. The TKD'er proceeded to sue him for 300k. Yeah ok. So what?
He explains that the waivers are for this and the waivers are for that... etc etc... insurance purposes. I really don't give a shit, since he didn't brandish them the last time we were there. He also lectures me on respect.
Mr Ray Ashton, for as much respect I actually have for you, I showed you a helluva lot of respect that day at your "fitness center." Even Gage said I was respectful, completely different from the previous image he had of me.
This is the kicker though...
At the end, he was like: "I can't say this in a civilian area" so he gets up and sits in front of me and tells me to lean forward.
I do.
Quoting to the best of my memory:
"If I am disrespected ever again, I will make sure that you have just enough time to see your heart in my hand. Have a good day."
And I smile, trying to keep from laughing. I think that was a threat.
Let the trash talking begin!
SHOBU DA!
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Power
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
So...
Before the class begins, the dear Capt. enlightens us with his history... how he was the only non-Asian to be taught by some grandmaster who's 104 years old, how he spent 25 years developing Affects, and how he has three world records in hand speed.
The man is fast. But I've seen faster.
So, we sit and watch for about five minutes...
They begin doing forms... without stretching. I see Tree run his ass in and start doing his forms.
They yell a lot.
Bored, I stand up and ask if I can warm up with my group. He goes: "Sure." So I take the punching mitts and the kicking clapper and go off to the side. I first do some pushups, then some handstand pushups.
Ray Ashton interjects: "Impressive. But try 2 finger pushups on one leg." And he gets down and does them.
I shrug and say: "Yeah, I've got the 2 fingers, but just not the leg."
Oso starts to feed me punches, while Smith and David work kicks. A few good powered punches, and Capt Forehead interjects:
"Uh, if you're going to be making noise, you're going to be distracting. You can join in on the class if you like and do what they're doing or..."
I say: "Ok, we'll be back." and we go outside to warmup.
Cycling through punching and kicking, I notice that the dear Capt is checking on us every so often, scoping out what we can do.
We go back in and sit down and just watch, taking apart their movements. They do not use the hip for power. Woefully fatal. You can hit me all you want with your arm, but I'll be able to take it. Then I'll give you a good hook and you'll be out.
This is Tae Bo using semi-classical forms. And even Tae Bo is better for you.
Throughout the class, he tries to explain each and every form's purpose, each of which has a good application to real life in theory. But no one practices it on each other. He also says multiple times that we will have to sign waivers in case of injury etc etc etc. He also goes to say that: "When we spar, we start out like this..." Think Enter the Dragon. In the tournament, they start, hands touching. Hahaha that's my range. Y'all are DEAD. He also demonstrates one technique for us, and goes: "That's what you're up against."
And clearly... none of us are fazed.
Forehead asks lil Will to get up and to take the practice knife for a knife disarm demonstration. It takes the man 4 tries to disarm Will. How about... he's dead??
Asks me to come demonstrate a gun disarm. A lot less entertaining. He judo chops me in the neck (Remember what I would have taken during that gun disarm for later).
"We don't do that Hollywood crap." But yet you describe situations where you're sounded by three guys, one with a knife, the other with a bat, and the last swinging a chain, and what you should do in that situation (his first step is a LEAP in the AIR!!! AHAHAHAHA!). And yet, you have moves like "Leaping Tiger" and "Falling Falcon." What. The. FUCK. IS. THAT?
And then he says: "All that other stuff is just playing with your dick."
How unprofessional is that??? For a "master."
After a billion forms, he then asks us to go up and to demonstrate that which we know. His class hasn't sparred, or really practiced on each other. They've done forms, practiced one or two weapons, hit the bag, and done some weighted forms with 1.5 lb weights. Try my 1080 slow punches with 10 pound weights, motherfucker!!!
I quickly go over my background, and the teacher keeps interrupting me. So I explain that I need to show where my skills come from. After I have, Forehead asks me to demonstrate what I would do being in a bent over headlock. I demonstrate a takedown on Oso from being in said headlock, and the Capt says: "Takes too much time. My way would be over in 2 seconds." He demonstrates that he'd've hit the nuts. Ok, sure. I would have too. But then my grappling game isn't that good. Smith demonstrates a body slam on me from that same position. After that technique, Will goes to defend Tae Kwon Do and demonstrates a quick kick to MY NECK. It hurt! Fuck you Captain Forehead and your judo chop. I demonstrate a trap to multiple hits to a rolling takedown on Will. Oso demonstrates a takedown and a knee to MY HEAD.
The man uses tiny details to discredit us. Oh Jesus Christ (Gfm). I say: "Options."
He goes: "The purpose of our martial arts is to walk away." Sure, but then why is he talking about ripping out vital organs? Or why is he saying shit like: "I'd knock you to the wall." or saying (some time ago) that: "Nick's dancing is all good for show and sport, but it'd just take one kick to take him out." Riiiiiiiite.
So I call him out on his techniques there:
"It's only theory."
His eyes go wide. "It's not just theory."
"Sure it is, you haven't proven it."
He walks over to me to prove it, but why would I GIVE him that situation to prove it in?
Nick Smith said it best: "Situation dictates."
From taking a one handed choke, Smith demonstrates an arm break, but the Captain Forehead's all: "Nonono, you hit the inside of the elbow and the wrist." to loosen your attacker's grip. If he's got a GOOD grip, he'd only further traumatize his throat.
Capt Forehead goes: "You are incorrect." Fine, I can deal with that.
So I ask to spar with his students... I've been waiting for the waivers.
"We don't spar."
"Well I would like to get a real feel for the techniques you are using."
"We don't spar. We kill."
"Again, then it's only theory."
I forget what happens next, but he says later on: "You challenge my students you challenge ME."
I say: "Why?"
"Because 2 months ago you said you'd put me out of business."
"I said no such thing."
"And you came here today to challenge me."
"Actually, I was going to let that go. But yesterday Will [Tree/Walter] invited us all."
"2 months ago..."... was 2 months ago. This was yesterday.
He says: "Good day, gentlemen."
As I'm leaving, I shake Captain Forehead's hand, and say:
"I have no doubt that you are a formiddable man..." He smiles.
"... But I could destroy any of your students."
He says: "Ignorance is foolish."
"Except it's the truth."
"Ignorance--"
"I know what I'm saying. I've done my research on you."
He comes up really close to me and whispers:
"You don't know what I know... I train killers."
"Right."
Ironically, his top rank student, Gage, was impressed with us and would like to train with me.
Ain't that a kick in the teeth?
Where were the fuckin' waivers?
Quotes from the night:
Ray Ashton (PP): "After a student receives his Affects black belt, I'd put him up against any black belt on the planet."
RA: "In Tae Kwon Do, you can get a black belt in 6 months."
David Jones(PP): "Those white belts are arrogant."
The best story told by Mr Ray Ashton.
"A man held me up at gunpoint and asked me how much money I had. I said: 'No. How much money do YOU have?' Then I took the gun away from him and took his money and gave it to some kids."
Sunday, January 08, 2006
SHOBU DA!
Tomorrow is the big day!
Shea, Oso, Smith, Neal (probably not fighting), David Jones, and Hannah will accompany yours truly to spar (my bad, I mean challenge) the Affects Fitness school of martial arts.
I'll need to make sure that they sign the same waivers that we must. I'll also need to make sure we're just sparring and not fighting.
Should be a helluva day to remember.
Like I said before, a martial art cannot be taught for the sake of fighting without some kind of person to person contact, be it practing techniques on each other or sparring. Either way, what I believe and what is right are possibly two different things. We'll just have to see which way it is tomorrow.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Sunday, January 01, 2006
"Right Before Your Eyes"
When the door shuts, don’t worry about me
It’s not attention that I want from you
I need you to trust who I’m gonna be
And in everything I’m going to do
Cause I’m not afraid of what I don’t know
For understanding is all that I yearn
What is for sure is I’m going to go
I’m going to live and I’m going to learn
And I know there will be mistakes that I will make
But I know none are worse than chances I don’t take, take
Right before your eyes, I am changing
Changing
You laugh on the inside, I am changing
Changing
When the door shuts, it shuts finally
A new person that I have become
I’ll follow my heart to my destiny
Living in fear and the sorrow is done
There will be no more feeling that I’m all alone
I will surround myself with things that help me grow, grow
Right before your eyes I am changing
Changing
You laugh on the inside, I am changing
Changing
Right before your eyes I am changing
Changing
You laugh on the inside, I am changing
Changing
Right before your eyes, I am changing
Changing
You laugh on the inside, I am changing
Changing
Right before your eyes
Right before your eyes...