been away doing something or other, i forget
the past couple of monthsi've been busy, simply put, and i haven't really felt the desire to write anything but i don't want to abandon this thing either so i'm gonna update right now, the next update might be tomorrow, it might be two months from now, i'm not making any promises. promising strict deadlines has gotten me in trouble lately because being the person that i am, i take on more than i can handle. sure, this is a good way to challenge myself but when it's coupled with an increased workload then my promises pretty much end up worth less than shit.
so school ended almost three months ago and my vacation is going to be over by the end of the month. vacations for me usually consist of not achieving much, sometimes even just failing miserably at everything but this vacation has actually turned out to be very productive. i've done a lot so far and i guess i'm better off than when i started vacation. frankly though, and i think it's just because of my personality, doing all this hasn't felt rewarding at all maybe because i just don't feel like a lot of things are worth doing.at the start of my vacation i exercised a lot, i mean a lot. i actually followed a strict regimen that lasted for a whole month and a half. you would think that a month and a half of working out isn't much of an accomplishment, but i do, especially because i was running a few miles everyday and weightlifting every other day plus kickboxing nearly every day. now if you do happen to do more than that all the time, good for you, i deem you superior to us all, now go back to working out and stop reading my journal. i was doing this for two reasons: a) it was vacation and there's not a better time to get in shape and b) i had a jiujitsu tournament to get ready for. i felt better than i ever did before and it looked like i had lost a lot of body fat, my six pack came back more defined than ever. because of my newly chiseled look, it was then that i found out that my ab muscles are a bit misplaced so i have an ugly looking six-pack. dumb i know. i kept that up for a while until other obligations came about, which i'll get to later.
i did my little jiujitsu tournament, it was my first and i would like to say i did well but i still lost my first match. it looks as though i was the better grappler but the other guy was cheating and he got me to tap out, i won't go into details but i will say it involves me just giving up because that bastard kept doing all kinds of illegal things that the ref couldn't see and you tend to not think about worrying about being choked out when you're in that much pain in a certain place. but i did learn a lot, especially about being cheap so i'll be ready for the next one.
just recently was the savate testing and i skipped blue glove and went straight to green glove, it looks as though i'm getting much better at savate too.
capoeira training has been close to nonexistent. about last month was the festival and batizado. i was only able to drive to LA on the last day and only took one seminar and attended the batizado. i was really hoping to at least get my yellow raw cord because i have been training for a year but i rarely go to the actual classes so when time came to get my cord, i wasn't given it and i was instead only baptized into the group. i don't like it, there are yellow cords who are worse than me, but then again, i, a raw cord, am better than some yellow cords. i'm not gonna lie, i'll admit it, i want gratification and status, america is an instant gratification seeking society. so i came back without a new cord and i especially wanted it to look spiffy at the beach roda we had a week or two ago. that was fun, lots of beachgoers watched our performance but i only played once. it was in HB to help promote professor mumia's new classes there. if anyone's interested in taking capoeira and live in the HB/OC area, professor mumia is offering classes, click the link for scheduling and other info. i'm going to try to make mumia's classes and hopefully, when it's time for the next batizado, he can tell mestre boneco that i'm ready to just get my yellow cord and skip the half cord.recently
my mom left for tokyo, HK, vietnam, and china earlier last month. my brother went along with her and he's been complaining that the entire vacation's been shitty when i talk to them on the phone. i've been living on my own for almost a month now. my dad's still living here but he comes and goes for days at a time so it's pretty much safe to say that i've been living alone, with the dog. it gets kind of lonely but oh well. i've been working at the restaurant four days a week and i really don't like it. the only way i get myself through the work and the loneliness is to tell myself that my mom gets a much needed vacation out of this. i have to tell myself that or i may go insane.
work is shitty but it pays well. i'm still tutoring and that puts food on the table, the restaurant takes care of the bills, the rest gets saved up. today was a shitty day, i didn't get much sleep and as soon as i got a late breakfast one of my workers had an accident and i had to take him to a doctor. so dude's sitting in my passenger seat and i'm thinking about how ma fan of a day i'm having, although i'm sure mr. smarty pants' is worse considering he just chopped off most of the top of his finger, and i turn on my radio to the country station. some girl's singing and the song goes, "life is so sweet, so sweet in the passenger seat." sometimes i feel like life is too ironic and full of coincidences to be real, it was funny but that really wasn't the situation to be cracking up at the irony of it all.
paying bills has been very headache inducing plus the paperwork i have to take care of at the restaurant, i really appreciate how much my mom does for us now, although i think if i didn't inherit her bills and job like i have now, i would have made it so it would have never gotten this stressful, but one can only speculate.
through all this though, life is pretty good. i get my stuff done, i go tutor, i go home, and play guitar, i picked up guitar btw, it's really fun. through most of it though, it's been good because of my honey. we've been together for almost a year and it was her birthday last sunday. life is pretty good.ps. the memories still haunt me.
crazy people
http://www.paulgilbert.com
http://masamania.com/masha/101-150/114/index.htm
http://www.bucketheadland.com
so school ended almost three months ago and my vacation is going to be over by the end of the month. vacations for me usually consist of not achieving much, sometimes even just failing miserably at everything but this vacation has actually turned out to be very productive. i've done a lot so far and i guess i'm better off than when i started vacation. frankly though, and i think it's just because of my personality, doing all this hasn't felt rewarding at all maybe because i just don't feel like a lot of things are worth doing.at the start of my vacation i exercised a lot, i mean a lot. i actually followed a strict regimen that lasted for a whole month and a half. you would think that a month and a half of working out isn't much of an accomplishment, but i do, especially because i was running a few miles everyday and weightlifting every other day plus kickboxing nearly every day. now if you do happen to do more than that all the time, good for you, i deem you superior to us all, now go back to working out and stop reading my journal. i was doing this for two reasons: a) it was vacation and there's not a better time to get in shape and b) i had a jiujitsu tournament to get ready for. i felt better than i ever did before and it looked like i had lost a lot of body fat, my six pack came back more defined than ever. because of my newly chiseled look, it was then that i found out that my ab muscles are a bit misplaced so i have an ugly looking six-pack. dumb i know. i kept that up for a while until other obligations came about, which i'll get to later.
i did my little jiujitsu tournament, it was my first and i would like to say i did well but i still lost my first match. it looks as though i was the better grappler but the other guy was cheating and he got me to tap out, i won't go into details but i will say it involves me just giving up because that bastard kept doing all kinds of illegal things that the ref couldn't see and you tend to not think about worrying about being choked out when you're in that much pain in a certain place. but i did learn a lot, especially about being cheap so i'll be ready for the next one.
just recently was the savate testing and i skipped blue glove and went straight to green glove, it looks as though i'm getting much better at savate too.
capoeira training has been close to nonexistent. about last month was the festival and batizado. i was only able to drive to LA on the last day and only took one seminar and attended the batizado. i was really hoping to at least get my yellow raw cord because i have been training for a year but i rarely go to the actual classes so when time came to get my cord, i wasn't given it and i was instead only baptized into the group. i don't like it, there are yellow cords who are worse than me, but then again, i, a raw cord, am better than some yellow cords. i'm not gonna lie, i'll admit it, i want gratification and status, america is an instant gratification seeking society. so i came back without a new cord and i especially wanted it to look spiffy at the beach roda we had a week or two ago. that was fun, lots of beachgoers watched our performance but i only played once. it was in HB to help promote professor mumia's new classes there. if anyone's interested in taking capoeira and live in the HB/OC area, professor mumia is offering classes, click the link for scheduling and other info. i'm going to try to make mumia's classes and hopefully, when it's time for the next batizado, he can tell mestre boneco that i'm ready to just get my yellow cord and skip the half cord.recently
my mom left for tokyo, HK, vietnam, and china earlier last month. my brother went along with her and he's been complaining that the entire vacation's been shitty when i talk to them on the phone. i've been living on my own for almost a month now. my dad's still living here but he comes and goes for days at a time so it's pretty much safe to say that i've been living alone, with the dog. it gets kind of lonely but oh well. i've been working at the restaurant four days a week and i really don't like it. the only way i get myself through the work and the loneliness is to tell myself that my mom gets a much needed vacation out of this. i have to tell myself that or i may go insane.
work is shitty but it pays well. i'm still tutoring and that puts food on the table, the restaurant takes care of the bills, the rest gets saved up. today was a shitty day, i didn't get much sleep and as soon as i got a late breakfast one of my workers had an accident and i had to take him to a doctor. so dude's sitting in my passenger seat and i'm thinking about how ma fan of a day i'm having, although i'm sure mr. smarty pants' is worse considering he just chopped off most of the top of his finger, and i turn on my radio to the country station. some girl's singing and the song goes, "life is so sweet, so sweet in the passenger seat." sometimes i feel like life is too ironic and full of coincidences to be real, it was funny but that really wasn't the situation to be cracking up at the irony of it all.
paying bills has been very headache inducing plus the paperwork i have to take care of at the restaurant, i really appreciate how much my mom does for us now, although i think if i didn't inherit her bills and job like i have now, i would have made it so it would have never gotten this stressful, but one can only speculate.
through all this though, life is pretty good. i get my stuff done, i go tutor, i go home, and play guitar, i picked up guitar btw, it's really fun. through most of it though, it's been good because of my honey. we've been together for almost a year and it was her birthday last sunday. life is pretty good.ps. the memories still haunt me.
crazy people
http://www.paulgilbert.com
http://masamania.com/masha/101-150/114/index.htm
http://www.bucketheadland.com