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sunday: AFI concert on sunday. it was really fun, it was definitely worth it. it was the first concert i ever went to and i didn't know what to expect but things weren't really that bad save for the sore shoulders and occasionally getting kicked in the head by crowd surfers.
i did nothing the entire sunday until three when david called me up and asked me to go with him to shop for a shirt to wear to the concert and we still had an hour until we had to meet joe up in line. we decided we should get black nail polish just to look more punk so i headed to rite aid in search of nail polish and david went to the skate shop to look for a good shirt.
they had no black nail polish, it felt awkward asking the clerk for nail polish especially when they brought more people in on it until there was four different people trying to solve my polish problem and they still didn't have any. i think it may have been because it was just after halloween and they were sold out then. i met david back at the skate shop and he found a t-shirt with the picture of the front of a tux on it; he loved it.
we went to albertsons for nail polish but i was worried about crossing the picket line (note: i don't care about them now, but i did support them before, long story) but they didn't bother us at all, we think it was because we looked either creepy or gay, i don't get it but those are david's theories. they didn't have it either and neither did target.
target was actually pretty funny because they have a large makeup section and there were lots of women among us. by now we had went to four other stores looking for the polish and i wasn't really embarassed about looking for it anymore on account of me doing it so many times already and i mentioned to david out loud that i "wasn't embarassed about doing this anymore" and several girls looked at us funny. now imagine this, two guys in very tight and flashy pants and shirts with funky jewelery looking for makeup saying "i'm not embarassed about doing this", what would you think? i'll leave it at that.
we waited in line for four hours and when we got inside we were right in the front a few feet away from the stage but we didn't anticipate what it would be like in there. to make it short, it was cramped, i hate hardcore dancers, and i hate crappy opening bands. AFI rocked, i met up with maxie pads who i haven't seen in a while and we all went out for some boba, end of story. thanks a lot joe for everything.wednesday: midterms ended and i actually have good grades in all of my classes when i thought i was failing. i did the muay thai seminar with master ajarn chai sirisute, the president of the thai boxing association around the world, the first man to bring muay thai to america, and the first and greatest teacher of muay thai in america. it was well worth the money too. i worked on my form so much and it seriously got much better but i still have much to work on. ajarn chai said that i'll be a good muay thai fighter in the ring but i just need to fine tune my form. sifu told me that on thursday after ajarn chai told him to keep working on me during their private dinner. i feel so honored that ajarn chai complimented me. he taught us several counters that will prove very useful that sifu never bothered to even mention i guess. ajarn chai also kicked me in the front leg but even though he didn't throw much strength in it, it hurt so bad, it felt like most guy's strongest kick. his real kick probably would destroy my leg. i wanna work real hard on muay thai from now on. i also found out i would be fighting competing in boxe francais savate on sunday. i can't even begin to describe how bad it is for me to just be finding out that i'd be competing in less than a week.i went to train today but i didn't work too hard, probably shouldn't since the competition is tomorrow, i'm really excited. i just drilled on kicks, worked a little on my hands, and got acquainted on how the competition's gonna go tomorrow.
i was rapid kicking when a seasoned looking boxer started walking my way. he was a tall muscular african-american man probably in his late twenties. he commented on my kicks being extremely good; fast, precise, flexible. i told him i was training for tomorrow and he asked about my hands and i proceeded to bat his hands with my 16oz gloves(quite heavy and hindering btw) as he held it out to test my speed. he said my hands were fast too and that i'm gonna go far since i'm still at such a young age. i felt very grateful for the compliments and advice he gave me and i went back to training. i took a break and saw the guy in the ring boxing beto with nothing but gloves and a mouthpiece. he was holding his own, he was pretty good, he knew what he was talking about. and now it's time to rest cuz the weigh-in is at 11 tomorrow and i need to get ready and have a good breakfast etc.
i did nothing the entire sunday until three when david called me up and asked me to go with him to shop for a shirt to wear to the concert and we still had an hour until we had to meet joe up in line. we decided we should get black nail polish just to look more punk so i headed to rite aid in search of nail polish and david went to the skate shop to look for a good shirt.
they had no black nail polish, it felt awkward asking the clerk for nail polish especially when they brought more people in on it until there was four different people trying to solve my polish problem and they still didn't have any. i think it may have been because it was just after halloween and they were sold out then. i met david back at the skate shop and he found a t-shirt with the picture of the front of a tux on it; he loved it.
we went to albertsons for nail polish but i was worried about crossing the picket line (note: i don't care about them now, but i did support them before, long story) but they didn't bother us at all, we think it was because we looked either creepy or gay, i don't get it but those are david's theories. they didn't have it either and neither did target.
target was actually pretty funny because they have a large makeup section and there were lots of women among us. by now we had went to four other stores looking for the polish and i wasn't really embarassed about looking for it anymore on account of me doing it so many times already and i mentioned to david out loud that i "wasn't embarassed about doing this anymore" and several girls looked at us funny. now imagine this, two guys in very tight and flashy pants and shirts with funky jewelery looking for makeup saying "i'm not embarassed about doing this", what would you think? i'll leave it at that.
we waited in line for four hours and when we got inside we were right in the front a few feet away from the stage but we didn't anticipate what it would be like in there. to make it short, it was cramped, i hate hardcore dancers, and i hate crappy opening bands. AFI rocked, i met up with maxie pads who i haven't seen in a while and we all went out for some boba, end of story. thanks a lot joe for everything.wednesday: midterms ended and i actually have good grades in all of my classes when i thought i was failing. i did the muay thai seminar with master ajarn chai sirisute, the president of the thai boxing association around the world, the first man to bring muay thai to america, and the first and greatest teacher of muay thai in america. it was well worth the money too. i worked on my form so much and it seriously got much better but i still have much to work on. ajarn chai said that i'll be a good muay thai fighter in the ring but i just need to fine tune my form. sifu told me that on thursday after ajarn chai told him to keep working on me during their private dinner. i feel so honored that ajarn chai complimented me. he taught us several counters that will prove very useful that sifu never bothered to even mention i guess. ajarn chai also kicked me in the front leg but even though he didn't throw much strength in it, it hurt so bad, it felt like most guy's strongest kick. his real kick probably would destroy my leg. i wanna work real hard on muay thai from now on. i also found out i would be fighting competing in boxe francais savate on sunday. i can't even begin to describe how bad it is for me to just be finding out that i'd be competing in less than a week.i went to train today but i didn't work too hard, probably shouldn't since the competition is tomorrow, i'm really excited. i just drilled on kicks, worked a little on my hands, and got acquainted on how the competition's gonna go tomorrow.
i was rapid kicking when a seasoned looking boxer started walking my way. he was a tall muscular african-american man probably in his late twenties. he commented on my kicks being extremely good; fast, precise, flexible. i told him i was training for tomorrow and he asked about my hands and i proceeded to bat his hands with my 16oz gloves(quite heavy and hindering btw) as he held it out to test my speed. he said my hands were fast too and that i'm gonna go far since i'm still at such a young age. i felt very grateful for the compliments and advice he gave me and i went back to training. i took a break and saw the guy in the ring boxing beto with nothing but gloves and a mouthpiece. he was holding his own, he was pretty good, he knew what he was talking about. and now it's time to rest cuz the weigh-in is at 11 tomorrow and i need to get ready and have a good breakfast etc.