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Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Hey, it's been a while since I have posted in this webpage, but I feel lucky tonight so I decided to put some feelings into words.
Do you know what my girlfriend and I have different that we seem to overlook at times? Well, no, I'd bet you won't, but just to let you know, I'll leave you guessing till the end of my endearing speech.
Just yesterday was our year and a month anniversary, and quite exactly a year since I left this place from her and around two months since I came back. When I think back on it, phew, it's been a while. However, I decided to play ahead of the anniversary game and sneak my girlfriend a surprise. A month back, we've had some troubles and fights that had intensified and led me to the brink of banging my head till I drop dead. But no... can't even worse, can it?
I forgot our 1 year anniversary. It was quite extraordinary what kind of fight we can get to after that. I will never forget how hurt she was after that, and I promised myself never to forget again... EVER. I thank God that we are still together and I am still pulling my self from banging when I feel like it.
Now, shift a month later, two days ago... we were out looking for movies for rent. It just so happens that her pinning boards are getting full, as a matter of fact, very overloading. When we got to the renting place, lo and behold, I found an answer to my "surprise" for her on our anniversary night. It isn't much of a surprise since I do not have money, but I did remember praying about it. It was a blue monkey head pinning board with 5 free monkey pins. I thought to myself on the ride home and decided not to wait any longer. I've spent the whole week planning something which I can save money and impress her at the same time. Already, I've been getting numbers for a couple of formal restaurants as a surprise dinner. My budget, however, became lowered as I needed to buy gas for her and me (we drive separate cars), buy lunch for us(had to pay for Subway), and all these other things. I don't mind spending money, but I was getting concerned with what I have left for THE date. As I got out of class, I drove straight to Hasting's, with all these jumbled in my head. I know I can never give her the first year celebration, and it will never be as good in her eyes, but all I ever know now is to give her my best.
As soon as I got out of the car, I ran in and bought the pin board, then rushed the traffic and landed on The Mill Restaurant. I hoped to get a reservation, but none was available, though they're still open during our anniversary night, so I decided to have a walk-in instead. I drove home satisfied. I waited until mid-night(anniversary) to present to her the surprise. I wrote on the paper and stuck it on the board "I LUV U." As mid-night struck, I presented her the gift. She was sleepy, but I was hoping it would make an impression and let her know I still care for her. I knew she was happy when she smiled, and that let me off that night easy. I fell to sleep peacefully in a week or so.
To me, that was the first phase, second was about to begin...
We both started going to school. After school, we ran to the bank, checked out accounts and moved on to the border with our friend to pick up some papers. THAT's when all the tension started. It was our Anniversary, and we had an arguement at the station because she was afraid that they will detain her. I just wanted to walk in, get the papers, and then go home. We ended up sending my friend to get the papers across the gate, and inside the office. I guess it left an impression on me that we are so pressured.
As a gift of my appreciation, I took them out to eat... ending with little cash to spend for "our" dinner.
Whoops, getting late... to be continued...
Posted at 01:25 am by sharemic26
Saturday, May 22, 2004
PIL SUNG!!!
I can hear my kwangjangnim call through his school as training started for me... again. It has not been long, about 4 days since I came back to this place. Already I am back to train in taekwondo to reclaim my place as my master's subordinate and assistant.
It was a Monday afternoon, as I came into my old dojang to view the children's class end. My master immediately caught sight of me and called me into his office. He was a man of short stature, but has the speed and the skill to make up for it. His face showed that he missed me after being gone for a while and he said, first thing,"you need to get back into practice... you're getting lazy." I laughed it off and agreed that I did put on a few extra pounds. (a few may be an understatement)
We spent a total of 15 minutes, along with his wife and my girlfriend, to reminice the old days and set up a schedule for me so I may come to practice again. He wanted me there by the next day, so I agreed.
Tuesday came... and my first day in about 9 months since my last class, I step into a room full of new faces. Gosh... this scares me, none of my old class was there and I was expected to take the lead in this new ward of students. Another unlucky effect was that these students were 9 years old and younger, a big challenge.
So we started off the training... A full half-hour of aerobic exercises and stretching and another half-hour of techniques. In it, a variety of kicks and strikes were implemented and focused for all of them to digest. Most students were new at this, and therefore every technique must be explained step by step( now the Spanish students were another story). It all came back to me as if it was yesterday, but I can see fear in the faces of my new students. I was not used to this, them being intimidated, so I put off funny faces to make up for my loudness. It seemed to work... for now, but I told myself that I must be getting out of touch with my teaching side.
After class, I discussed with my master that I will take these kids class over and he can oversee them as I will start teaching them Monday through Thursday afternoon. He agreed and congratulated me on getting my old job back. I did not expect any praises as these children are new to me and I am new to them. I expected criticism(constructive, of course), but all I got was a smile, a pat on the back, and a "come back tomorrow, you will need more practice."
Now, I look back the week and smile... I think I'm getting the hang of this again...
Posted at 04:16 pm by sharemic26
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Well, here I am, thinking about how anyone will ever read a story such as my life, though it starts in a bit of a frenzy...
I drive home with such a feeling of separation and loneliness it consumes my mind through the black 8 hour trip. This home isn't the home I am used to going to... it is a different home where my parents are not there, but where my childhood memories and fears will forever remain to scar me, reminding me of my bleak past as if it was some skeleton I wished to hide. I have no shame in it... just fears, fears that I left last time when I was a child...
I am no child anymore, and I have come back to face these fears and ghosts that have once haunted me. When I left my "other" home, I waved and kissed my mom goodbye. That feeling of longing, of wanting to run back to my mom ate me up inside out, but no, I have to go, it is for the betterment of my future. I know she is suffering from the inside, to be separated from me for a while to go to school about 500 miles away from her, but it is imperitive that I must so I will finish early.
Getting inside the car, I pulled back and drove out, giving one last long look at the newly finished house my parents bought not too long ago and the open windows on the side. I know my mom watched me leave, though she will never admit she is crying, but I know she is. As a got onto the highway, I couldn't leave the thought of separation behind but I cannot also leave the thought of hope that lies ahead.
Driving the rest of the 8 hours with one of my most trusted friends I picked up along the way was quite exhilirating. It was fun as we shared our experiences with one another. My thoughts, however, reeled on the woman I love, my mother, and my education... I just felt empty leaving Dallas for a place that held so many memories to come back to. I told myself there is hope, and prayed to God about hope, and also that God-willing, I finish school as I have always wanted. I thought, "please God... I left home, please give me a sign... a hope that everything will be allright... with all love, me."
I turned to the corner of my lodging house as I repeated my prayer... then, out of the stillness... the woman I love came out. Suddenly all my worries and heaviness lifted.
When I walked out to meet her, my mind reeled in to my plans; finishing school, helping my mom in her financial situations, marrying the woman I love, etc.. Everything came suddenly clear. I met her midway of the house front and as we hugged each other, I prayed to God," Thank you, Father, for the hope..."
Posted at 11:37 pm by sharemic26
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