For years, we never had any pet in our household apart from birds and guppies. Mom hated it. One night changed all that when Frank the bunny hopped in thanks to my little sister's sneaky efforts. The following day, my sister had to return it back to her generous friend. Now everyone in the house knew that we had a pet that night - everyone, except for Mom. An event that exists only in the far reaches of the Twilight Zone.
So the recording gig was amazing as usual. As a matter of fact, it's even better. The number of people who came we're not as much compared to the last one, which is good, because it gave us a lot of space to breathe inside the joint. The bands and the music they play is what really drove me wild. I'm glad my friends enjoyed it too. Amazing night. space
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It's always good to cherish something like this,
but the words itself is what stays in the heart.
My old man texted me yesterday about having me enrolled on Krav Maga classes. Krav Maga?! I didn't have an idea what fighting style this is until I google searched it. Here's what I found out:space
spaceKrav Maga ("contact combat") is a martial art, at first developed in Czechoslovakia in the 1930s. The developer was Imi Lichtenfeld. When Mr. Lichtenfeld came to Palestine prior to the establishment of the state of Israel, he began teaching hand to hand combat to the Haganah, the Jewish underground army. After the establishment of Israel, Krav Maga was adopted by the Israeli armed forces and police as the martial art of choice. The art reached its current form in Israel shortly after its formation. After Mr. Lichtenfeld retired from a long career as chief instructor of close combat in the Israel Defense Forces (IDF), he started teaching Krav Maga to the civilian population. In this way, a civilian version based on the principles of self defense was developed.space
The basic idea is to first deal with the immediate threat (e.g. hands around one's neck), prevent the attacker from re-attacking, then neutralize the opponent, proceeding through all the steps in a very straightforward manner. An emphasis is put on taking the initiative from the attacker as soon as possible. Krav Maga generally assumes a no-quarter situation - the attacks and defenses are intended to inflict or divert the most pain possible on the opponent. Groin, eye, and other "unfair" attacks are emphasized, as are a variety of other fairly brutal attacks. It is considered acceptable to run away (tactical withdrawal), if the situation dictates that. Krav Maga can be used against opponents who are armed, and against multiple opponents. It is also good in closed areas, such as airplanes.spaceNow, if I ever find a good reason to take this class, that would have to be the style's attribute to fight dirty. I can't even believe running away's a tactic here. Now that's a great move! I guess even Ric Flair might appreciate this...spaceSince my schedule's pretty much loosen up right now and I have nothing better to do these days, I might just give this a shot...or forget about it and look for a job. Right now, my priority is cash rather than protection.
I am so excited right now I'm peeing in my pants. I just had to post this.
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spaceOh yeah! I've been hearing a lot of news lately about Neil Gaiman going here for a booksigning session. Damn! I can't miss this rare opportunity. This man is primarily responsible for turning my life upside down. His works, particularly the graphic novel, Sandman has influenced me in many ways only I could understand. I must meet him. I definitely have to. I only fear that this event is going to be big. So big, it might just cause a fucking pandemonium. I'll just hope and pray that I could slip in for an autograph...spaceMany thanks to the following people for giving me this info. Apart from Hamill and Annette, I don't know some of them as I've only met them at livejournal, but I'm giving them credit, nevertheless:
For us Filipinos, Independence Day is an important day for us because looking at its historical aspect we have freed ourselves from our colonizers who had held us captives for more than 300 years. Unfortunately, only a handful of us give a rat's ass about it. Nowadays, the only freedom a lot of people here give a shit about is their freedom to lie, cheat, steal and do whatever shit they feel like doing. The government is a good example of that. Now I won't lie to you if I told you that in spite of all the celebration that might transpire today, no one will ever forget about the recent events that happened yesterday - a day of national mourning when the public figured out about the whole election cheating and the gambling scandals boiling down in the administration. I'm telling you, when the shit hits the fan, people will remember it more than what we're supposed to be celebrating today.space
Now forgive me if I had to bring up all this. Truth be told, despite of the fact that I never gave a flying fuck about politics, I just couldn't turn my back away from this - not on this day. The thing is, I love my country no matter what - and I will stand for everything that we remain proud of - that includes being a Filipino. spacespace
It occurred to me just now that since this is Independence Day, hell, I may need to liberate myself from my personal inhibitions. In the company of my friends, my families and even to those authorities I confront in my work environment, I need to free myself from the manacles of fear and all that goes along with it. It may sound pathetic mentioning this to you, but I want to remind myself once more that if I don't do this, my limitations will always get the best of me - that because of these personal hindrances, my life is heading nowhere near my goals. I would like to believe at this point in time that this is the only freedom I'm fighting for right now...and that's that.
Maligayang araw ng kasarinlan.
I could go on for hours just staring at her.........
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Someone must've grabbed a baseball bat and smashed my fucking head with it. I'm in love with this girl right now...
I would like to use this opportunity to talk behind my enemy's back. Now I know it's not right to judge other people. But in this case, I'll just make an exception.
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Myk dela Vega's a fucking wanker. The bastard has absolutely gotten over my nerves these days, but come to think of it, I've been a fool to lose my cool over this pathetic piece of shit. I mean, just look at him. He used to have a life, a job and he used to look clean. But now...now he's just a waste. It's the perfect example of a rotting society. The cunt spends an average of 15 hours a day at computer shops playing nothing but shitty online games. His only goal in life right now are two things: to reach a maximum level a nutty night, a mumbling mage or a hopeless hunter could ever achieve; and to one day, screw a young little girl much to his own sick pleasure. Whatever it is, I don't give a flying fuck about it. One day, he's going to learn his lesson...and by that time, he won't even have to wear his bacon briefs to cover his pubic region again.
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For now, we'll just have to be patient while this loser's knuckles turn white from inner tension and his reeking shorts crusted with semen from jacking off when he can't find a younger victim to lash his little dick at.
The other day, I decided to drop by my old man's apartment to pick up a check and see the new crib. He just moved in last week. The truth is, dad was sort of pissed with my uncle for not being responsible enough to pay the bills on their own crib. That's right. Dad used to have a room on their house. But then of course, since he felt that the house was a total mess inhabited by wankers, plus they never gave a shite on the bills, he decided to move out. spaceNow the moment I saw it, it reminded me of my old room though it still smelt of fresh paint. The room was wide and he seemed to have a place for everything now. He made a rack to stuff all his CD's, books and all that shit. Now for some reason, I felt dad became 20 years younger again just because of that room. It didn't just looked like a bachelor pad. It looked like one of those big college dorms - except organized. I envy him.spaceBefore I left, I decided to take a piss at a john near a dark hallway. The CR reminded me of a nightmare I used to have. The place looked just like it...well, almost. I dreamt once that an aboriginal hunter (or a kapre, perhaps), equipped with a spear came out of the window and tried to impale me while I was taking a piss. Anyway, I shook it all off and left the place. It just gives me the creeps.