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| Somehow insomnia will lead me to xanga every half-year..........
Advice for the year: Nothing in life whether it'd be talent, skill, luck, genetics, money, whatever you call it, can substitute for old-fashioned hard work. Hard work has meant more my progress in life than anything else: boxing, guitar, brazilian jiu-jitsu, working out, videogames, lambda cabinet, planning events, violin, 10+ jobs (i've never been fired), cutting weight, etc.
Notice I did not put school in there, I haven't worked hard in school yet. I'm never going to graduate.........................................................................................................zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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| I was asking my Lambda friend when convention was cuz I haven't been to one in a long time. It's in MAY, memorial day weekend, i forgot. Shit, that's next year. I'm ready to go to one NOW.
I should start a chapter right here in Alabama so that way when we host convention, I'll be right here, ha. Of course I'm just imagining, it will not happen for several decades I think. There are only 1% Asian population in Birmingham and all of them are upper middle class NERDS on their way to medical or law school. I certainly do not fall into that category of Asians. And I can already hear the names: The redneck chapter, hickville Lambdas, Asian crackers, etc.
On the subject of being a defiant to my community this was how much of a rebel I was growing up. Most Asians in my age some sort of classical instrument: violin, piano, cello. They were on academic teams and clubs: Math team, debate team, scholar's bowl, chess club, NHS. And played their pussy sports: Tennis, ping pong. And of course made straight A's and were model citizens who never smoked, drank alcohol, and took drugs because they mentally dominated by their Asian parents.
Alright, so basically I always like to be different, that's how I am, and I saw something really wrong with this motherfucking picture. I told myself, "This is not me, not who I am, I am no cultural robot, I want to do the stuff that I really want to do and not give a fuck about parents and their gossip." So during my middle and high school years I started to open my eyes.
For music, I said FUCK violin, FUCK piano and took up the electric guitar and played the music that I actually liked, which was metal, classic rock, and blues and got really fucking good at it and rose hell in my room with my 2x65 watt amp.
I said FUCK math team and FUCK debate team. I was never good at it anyway, why the hell should you work toward something you don't like and are not good at? Instead I joined my school's jazz band and was honored with the most outstanding player of the year in GUITAR, not PIANO or VIOLIN.
I said FUCK YOU to my Asian friends who raved about their amazing ping pong skills and I took up BOXING! Oh no, not boxing, boxing is too violent. Yeah it's true, but I was just giving into one of 3 of man's primal desires: Food, sex and VIOLENCE. But boxing was a wonderful thing for me. It tested my endurance, heart, and got me in better shape. Sure you can sprain an ankle in tennis but you can get knocked the fuck out in boxing. As Fight Club says, "How much do you know about yourself if you've never been in a real fight?" And that's fucking true. You will learn about your true feelings and instincts when you're going against someone who's only goal for the next 3 minutes is to try to hurt you.
Now on being a model child, I said FUCK that too. My grades dropped slightly and I got on the A/B honor roll, oh no! Now this next thing was the ultimate "unAsian" thing that happened to me for lack of a better word. I joined the show choir, no, not to sing and dance, but to do my favorite thing, play guitar. So we went on a show choir trip and I stayed in a room with my new show choir band friends who happened to have brought weed and liquor. I did not smoke but I drank a bit when I was there. When we got back to school I got called to the principal's office. Apparently one of the mothers on the trip ratted on us. So the principal and some other people asked me if I drank or not. Now easily could have lied and gotten myself of the situation, but I told them yea, I drank a little, I'm not going to lie. I wasn't ashamed that I had broken the school's honor code. FUCK the honor code, I think it's more important to have fun and make new and different friends, even if alcohol was present.
So I went to Alternative School for a month, which is just a nice name for YOU REALLY FUCKED UP. Now I am probably the only Asian kid who ever went to that Alternative School and probably the only one for a long time, that's my claim to fame. It turned out to be the best month of school for me in my entire life. The teacher was really chill and we had all the time in the world to do homework and tests and not listen to the boring lectures of my teachers. She even brought us doughnuts one morning!
My never chose my friends because of the same interests or if they were in the same social "class" as me. I chose my friends because of whether I liked them or not, the way it should be. I had friends who went to my church, slackers, druggies, overachievers, mentally unstable, poor, rich. Shit, my best friend in the 6th grade was black, haha, sadly Darius moved away the next year, but we were so good friends that in the 12th grade, after 5-6 of no talking, he remembered my number and called me up one day and we talked for quite a while. My best friend in high school was a hispanic dude by the way
I continued to be different when I went to college. I joined an Asian fraternity, took up Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and still played guitar. Shit, I still go to church now and I am a bartender now, haha. I love to drink but there's a difference between me and alcoholism. They drink just to get drunk and they are dependent on that feeling and have to feel that way. I drink because I like the taste of beer, liquor, sake, mixed drinks, and I usually get buzzed not drunk, and I think drinking is a wonderful way to hang out with friends or meet new people.
Anyway, I went off the subject just a little bit, I was talking about convention. But I don't have much more to say about that other than I really want to go.
I"m going to try to sleep again...........zzzzzzzzzz
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| Just got back from Cali recently:
(half drunk writing this, i need to stop drinking on the job...)
pics coming later
Monday-arrived at John Wayne, rent a car, dinner was supposed to be at
BJ's or something with Allen, Rich, and Jah but Jah introduced me to
Yardhouse, and for a beer lover like myself, i was excited to see 80
beers on tap. I had two pints of hef. Definitely coming
back there for the next time out there in Cali. Saw my lil sis
and met her bf, I have not seen them apart from each other the rest of
the trip, even when......nvd.
Tues-watched some movies then kicked it at my lil bro Brian's house
with a bunch of Alpha Eta and Alpha Iota and Danny D. We traded
wrestling and jiu-jitsu knowledge for like 2 1/2 hours and made my lil
bro wrestle me twice in the process, sorry Brian, thanks for the
bloodstains on my shirt. Played drinking games with
KDPhi's. Went over to some KDPhi's pad and got the girls to drink
but getting myself drunk in the process...where's stacy all of this
time?
Wed-Drove to Diamond bar for sushi with Tiffany, had nothing better to
so me and Allen went over to Brian's place again. Me and Allen
bought 2 huge cases of alcoholic energy drinks for 25 cents a piece.
Thurs-Woke up watched some more movies, quick lunch at Daphne's, then
Dinner at BJ's with my lil sis Sue and Yoeh and found out she went to
school with the Gracies. Headed over to D&B's where I saw
alot of people i haven't seen in a long time: Bac, DP, and Joe,
etc., alot of AH and AI showed up, saw some more girls (Jah, Candace,
Ying, several lil sisses and Lambda's girlfriends) and got them to
drink getting myself drunk in the process once again, accidently tipped
the waitress an extra $30 (forgot that gratuity was included), oh well
it was all fun, i don't care.
Fri-Headed over to the Gracie academy and saw some famous faces in the
Brazilian jiu-jitsu world weighing-in for the tournament, went to a
group class, pissed off as hell cuz we didn't fight that night, that's
what i fuckin' paid for: technique session and then fighiting, but it
was good to see familiar faces again. Also, first night of
non-drinking. I have yet to try drunk wrestling/jiu-jitsu.
Sat-Went to the Gracie World Tournament, 10 seconds walking in I was so
pumped that I wanted to compete badly but i was sick, was not in the
right weight class, and my coach is in fucking Alabama, but it was a
great tournament to watch. Spent $100+ on jiu-jitsu stuff.
It's the only tournament I've seen with 30 minute rounds. Went to
Arcadia and Allen and Will drove down for dinner and Talladega Nights.
Sun-spent half day with cousins and sushi for dinner, went to a 99
Ranch (we don't have those stores in Alabama), spent 30 minutes with my
cousin trying to figure out how to open a fucking Ramune bottle,
finally opened it but it sprayed everywhere. Drove to Allen's
place for the night since my flight leaves in Santa Ana.
Mon-got less than 2 hrs sleep, drove to airport, they charged me an
extra 25 bucks a day for rent a car cuz i'm not 25 yrs. old yet,
total bill was well over $400. Knocked out on the plane, stopped
at Dallas, knocked out again on the plane to Birmingham, AL.
Well I got to do mostly what I intended to do on this trip although I
was only in Irvine 4 days. It was defininitely well worth the
money and trouble. Big thank you to Allen for driving alot.
Thanks for all the people I saw for coming out and drinking with
me! I swear I'm not an alcoholic, I just like to drink alot...and
I also happen to be a bartender...and I drink on the job...anyway,
where the hell was stacy? haha
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| My latest project is to lose 15 lbs. in 3 weeks, I'm fucking crazy, here's why:
Since the last time I trained in Torrance I got lazy, had a job,
school, etc. and I decided to screw eating right and exercising
and finally eat whatever the hell I want for once. Well, food is
an addiction and I could not stop eating. I gained an amazing 30
lbs. in 1 1/2 years! I went from 138 to 168. Now I have
been going back to working out and jiu-jitsu but still eat like a pig.
Since I am going to California for sure I know I am checking out the
IGJJF tournament on Aug. 19. A few hours ago I thought, "well, if
I am going all the way to California for a tournament just to watch,
why the hell don't I enter it?" My jiu-jitsu has gotten a ton
better and I am semi in shape, why not? The only thing was my
weight. I don't wanna compete against big guys that will
manhandle my ass. My true weight class is around 145-155 but I'm
way out of it now and I was thinking that I'm a crazy guy, I could get
back into that weight range!
So I have developed a plan to lose 5 lbs. a week, which is more weight
to lose than most diets but I think I might just pull it off, but lots
of sacrifice. That means drinking lots of water, no soda, no junk
food, lots of chicken, fish, protein shakes, green veggies, as well as
lots of running, biking, jiu-jitsu, boxing, and squats.
Well that's the plan, to enter the tourny in the featherweight
class. Even if I get my tail beat, I still lost 15 lbs. so that
would be accomplishment in itself. That's my motivation now.
I will be updating my progress in the next weeks.
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| Mission accomplished! Master of Puppets is officially in my hands! Now i just need a band...
I'm coming to cali for sure now!
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