LIVE LIFE LOVE

Oct 16, 2006 02:34

I've been doing alot of thinking, my friend's father just recently passed away from cancer. He was a charming guy i would always see him and his wife at the whitby mall or the groceries they always end up saying hi to me, actually was a hi with my name so it was more meaningful greeting, i also see him jog around my nieghborhood sometimes, he was a really healthy guy. Delroy if your reading this i give you my sincerest condolences to you and your family. I would like to be some kind of pillar of support in your family somehow.

Did you know when my dad first came to canada he met Terry Fox when he was crossing canada, and that is why he named me Terry, wierd thing is i was born on the atsrological zodiac insignia known as CANCER, coincidence??? whats even more wierder My last name has 3 letters just like Terry Fox, coincidence??? ( for the ppl that i've met through out china, travellers, and ppl alike and are reading this and are not familiar with canada or canadian heros, Terry Fox had cancer ,in his leg and he had to get that amputated, so he decides to make it his goal to do a cross country jog to cross one end of canada to the other end, tragically the cancer spread to a fatal zone and lost his life with out completeing his DREAM/GOAL. But his achievements raised millions of dollars for cancer research.

I feel like talking about this cuz i only told this to one person.it was like a year ago i think when this occured, i was about to leave the house to go to my grandma's house one day, my dad came to me and told me, he is going to give me his retirement gift from his job that he get after working more then 30+ years, then told me that he quit smoking, I was like ,thats awesome thing you did, then he showed me his teeth it looked terrible, its like those pictures in those cigerette packages, then he told me he was going to die. In my head, i was like SHIT not good. Then i asked if he went to the doctor, after this point my mind went all hazy and can't remember the whole conversation, so i left the house headed to my grandma's place. I was like 5 mins to my grandmas and it started to rain heavily and at this point, when it hit me my dad could die from smoking, I stood in the rain and i balled my eyes out crying, and in my mind right now, i ve been thinking about all the stuff i did with my dad in the early years of growing up, he introduced me to Nintendo, i learnt how to write from him, i learnt how to draw from him, and u know what he taught me hold and how to use a pencil in which is when i started to love to draw. I really don't know if my dad has cancer or not, his teeth gums are forever messed so he had to get that operated looks healthy these days. This is whole scenario that took place that day, happend too perfectly like a noir filme, you know kinda like in west side story the girl is in love with the guy , that her brother killed , and by luck the guy kills the girls brother and sad ending happens. Another wierd thing is when june 29 occurs, note that it was day i was born it has always rained on that day, last year when i was in canada, i woke up and ate my breakfast and i blatant said it out loud its not going to rain today, but then a few mins later its started to rain, not a whole lot of rain its more of mourning shower, and in china when i had my birthday it rained on that day too. Usually ppl associate rain with sadness and grief this is what ppl would call it pathetic fallacy, i don't see the sadness in the rain cuz i know that not all countries get rain so i feel sympathetic to those places, and this how i look at it, after every rain storm ends thiers always the god given white light that gets refracted by the gleaming crystals of life ends up making a mulitutude of colours thousands of variant hues and tones and that is timeless and understandable through out all cultures and all existential plains through out space, thus we all return to the void of space, UNITY AT ITS FINEST.

I can't remember the scientist name but i will quote him,"were all made up of star dust."

Me talkin about god sounds like im preaching but I'm not. Im not a religious man at all, To me God is the everything of the nothing. He exist but doesn't exist and he is the duality of man.

Quote from Miyamoto Musashi the legendary sword saint "When you go to a war/battle praise the gods but don't rely on them." These are the words i live by, i live on my own free will, my own strength, i do what ever i can to reach my goals, i'll do it with my god damn hands! GOD BLESSED ME!

So anyways i got that outta of my chest, it was been caged for too long and ineeded to express in one form or another.

Note that i don't find it wrong to smoke cuz i kinda it think its cool, all my favourite characters smoke like in my favourite series ONE PIECE:romance dawn the pirate chef eg) SANJI and MAJOR SMOKER, also i have the habit putting my pencil in my mouth and pretending it was a cigerette NOTE that i don't smoke, ( I will talk about HABITS and how i understood them in my next post)

OH! the part about my dad naming me Terry cuz he met Terry Fox thats all Bull Shit, i didn't want the reader to feel depressed when reading this so i had to break the tension.

click on this link TENSION BREAKER!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=LbvP7dT3Dx0
REAL BREAKERS TRU BBOYS JESTERS MY HERO
http://youtube.com/watch?v=kNvCl5L5cjs
http://youtube.com/watch?v=-H-RVp2djyE
BORN VS RONNIE
http://youtube.com/watch?v=zOf42pru4FQ

I got to say sorry for not keeping my journal updated for the ppl that are reading, sorry for my bad english( another story to be told in the counterpart of this journal known as the precursor arc of the life of a lone wolf).

So anyways what are ppl wondering about these days about thier asian fellow, so i decide i will keep you updated what im doing in the past month, i've been painting, drawing, playing arcades(cool story in the arcade that happen just recently , i was playing a fighting game GAROU Mark of the Wolves, and my controller's buttons the kick buttons were disabled so all i had was a jab and a strong hook, i took all the readings and teaching from Musashi and Bruce lee and merge it into my fighting style before i fought, I WAS FORMLESS, i fought like a demon only seen in bloody life and death confrontation, I read every single move that the opponent unleashed, i've excuted all my moves with pin point percision, I WAS LASER GUIDED BY THE DEMONS WITHIN ME, in the way i was i fighting I made it to the second last boss, I was blessed with centuries of knowledge honed by the great strategist and figthers! BECOME THY ENEMY. So i flawless beaten every single opponent to reach the god of war a guy named GRANT a fearsome foe. I out witted him the first round and destroyed him in an instance, In the second round and took him down to critical amount of his life and he turned it around by crushing me with violet storm of violent death that defies human strength, In the last round I tasted victory it was within my grasp, but it turned to worst of scenarios , i stood in the corner and i hopped over his super kick that made a crescent cut that destroys you if it touches you, i decided to pull my super move known as the shine knuckle, it activated i was zooming towards him fractions of mm close to victory, At this moment i felt i wasn't content in what i was doing, i knew in my heart the only reason i pulled out the super move was to end it with a bang or in hopes that i beat him by luck (refer to the musashi quote), i ended up losing cuz he smashed me with his super, i had all the time that the game gave me if i waited for an opening i would've have won.)

So ANYWAYS HERE IT IS i give you something to read about cuz i decided that i won't be writing journals or posting pictures untill i return to canada, im going to spend my time writing, painting ,drawing and hanging out with the fam. Next update is the precursor of my life its for the ppl that think they know me but don't really and for the ppl i ve met recently in my life, the reason why im writing this is becuase i read book written by Stewart Swedrlew and i decided to do some time travelling, and now you can read about how terry came to be who he is now.

AND IM GOING TO BLATANTLY ADMIT THAT I got teary eyed when WRITING about what happened to my friend's dad and when i was writing about my dad and what he told meon that rainy day, im getting all EMO right now i might have to write a song or something HAHAHA.

LIVE LIFE AND PROSPER
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