Saturday, January 31, 2009

yesterday I had the Jeet Kune Du class again. and as awesome that it was last week, this time I was a bit grossed out.

why you might wonder.
this week I learned how to knee someone. apparently you’re supposed to - and I quote my teacher - “aim to go through the abdominal soft tissue right to the spine”
how gross is that??
the good thing is that now I know how to really knee someone :)
after that part we got the knives.
let me repeat that:

knives.

I guess sticks aren’t threatening enough…
so we learned how to gut someone, which might be a good thing to know if I ever get into a street fight - but I still think that running might be the best option.


and a fun fact: the reason for long knives with a wavy blade is that you only have to cut once to get to the bone instead of sawing back and forth. bet you didn’t know that before. well neither did I...

but the best part of the class was the hot Asian guy.
he was grouped with Aimee and me during the kneeing part and he was funny, sweet and totally hot. at the end of class we were both drooling...

next week's mission is to find out his name.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

after I stick my head in the sand and while it’s still there my logical side comes out. I need a plan B. and I need it now. don’t get me wrong I’m still all panicky and there’s a good chance I’ll cry again, but if I know what to do when things fall apart here there's a possibility that I might come out on the other side alive.

~ there will be no more shopping (maybe if I find a really good gift for someone at home - but that's it)
~ I will start going through my stuff and start to divide it up into stuff I want to send home, stuff that I'll throw out and what I want to put in my carry on when I go home
~ I will start sending stuff home - I'll try to send one package every week for the next month (depending on how expensive it it
~ I will start saving my money incase my bags are overweight or something else goes wrong -basically everything that the post office don't take and another $20 as spending money each week will stay in my account
~I need to find stuff to do on weekends so I'll stop hiding in my room - maybe go over to Jo's (M's old host family) once in a while

it's sad but I just realized who much money matters. I knew that it makes life easier but I never thought that my happiness (and my sanity) would be that dependant on it.
now that sucks.

the absolute worst part of this situation is that I'm stuck in a place far from home and I have no options here. I really don't since I wasn't smart enough to save my salary.
and aslo, I'm totally in the hands of someone else and that scares me to death.

note to self: never ever live with your employer ever again. it's not a good idea.
I'm ready to go home.
things are shit.

true - it might be my own fault, but still. I would have screwed up badly sooner or later – it’s what I do.

I can't breathe anymore, I have a constant stomach ache and nausea. and I don't know how to fix it.

every time I drive the car I think about crashing it as a way to get out of here – which would probably just make things worse, right? I would just end up hurting someone else and that would be bad.

if I could go home I would in a heartbeat, but I don’t have the money for it.
why haven’t I’ve been saving up?

I’m so stupid!

I wanna call my mom, but hey! she can’t do anything anyway and also it’s 5am there right now. I
so badly need a hug from someone who still loves me.

cause you do?

right?

Saturday, January 24, 2009

the first post of the year was supposed to be something profound about the new possibilities of the year or something. but I’ve got something better to write:
yesterday I got to fight with sticks and I learned how to break someone’s thumb.

how cool is that?!
the classes I signed up for started last week, but since Aimee was in California I was too big of a wuss to go to the class which teaches us Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do Concepts. when we arrived there yesterday I was happy for that.
first of all we were about five minutes late, finding the right building took a little while, and when we came through the door we were met with a group of big dudes doing push ups. a second later they were jogging in one place again. we were stunned and the only girls in this class. could we be more out of place?
we waved a quick hello to the instructor and found our spot on the floor. me and Aimee looked at the very muscular, tattooed guys and at each other. what the heck were we doing here?
when the instructor told us to do 20 push ups I went down on the floor and did five (?) and asked her just that. I also told her to never ever ever leave me alone in that room.
once the warm up was over and we signed in the real stuff began. we got the pads and started to learn different boxing (in lack of a better word) combinations, they threw in ducking and kicking as we went along.
even though it took me a while to get some of the combinations it was surprisingly fun, partly because we would break into fits of giggling while trying to look tough and like we wanted to kill the other person (the fact that I started to sing a long to Hey Jude didn't really help the situation).
I don't think anyone was annoyed with us, though. the instructors made a comment about how that was the fun corner, but they were really sweet to us and came over to show us how it was supposed to look.
after a small break we started using sticks. we each grabbed two bamboo sticks each, and again it was all about different combinations. the instructors were pretty smart - they sent one guy over to us and he stayed in our corner for the whole second hour. we obviously had no clue what we were doing. he was great. he helped us get it right and didn't get mad when I messed up five times in a row. we learned how to counteract an attack and this is when
*drum roll*
they showed how you easily can break someone's thumb - just make sure the person in question is holding a bamboo stick first :)

it was a long time since I had so much fun and the class I dreaded the most has easily become my favourite part of the week. once I get back home I'm going to find another class like this and go. anybody who wants to come with me?