I'm still thinking about it, I bet you are too

05.28.2012

I was going through my closet one day, thinking about what to keep and donate/toss. Seven BJJ Gis greeted me, with three of them still fresh inside their original, sealed bags. All of them different and special. Atama - Mundial #9: White, refined and durable. Strike Fightwear - Flow: Dark, minimalistic and soft. Tatami Fightwear - Midas Gold: Flashy, invasive and secretive. X-Guard - Kamikazee: Feisty, heavy and coarse. Ronin - Insignia: Plain, shrinks easy and too small. Tatami Fightwear - Estillo 2.0: Light-weight, detailed and foreign in design. Manto - Select: Too long, hardly shrunk and loose. Gis and Girls: Not a whole lot different from the other. That’s according to my book. I have sold or given some of them away (this is about the Gis) I have given up on them and let go (and this is about the Girls) The craving for more individual designs evolved from admiration to obsession. Contentment was something elusive to me, the absence of which spawned the collection. I’ve since stopped acquiring anything “new” and kept to essentials. Lacking the logic to pick what’s right and instead choosing what’s right at the moment; I fell into the abyss of avarice. I had everything and nothing. Tough lesson to learn, but to incorporate into my being is definitely a must.

I was going through my closet one day, thinking about what to keep and donate/toss. Seven BJJ Gis greeted me, with three of them still fresh inside their original, sealed bags. All of them different and special.

Atama - Mundial #9: White, refined and durable.

Strike Fightwear - Flow: Dark, minimalistic and soft.

Tatami Fightwear - Midas Gold: Flashy, invasive and secretive.

X-Guard - Kamikazee: Feisty, heavy and coarse.

Ronin - Insignia: Plain, shrinks easy and too small.

Tatami Fightwear - Estillo 2.0: Light-weight, detailed and foreign in design.

Manto - Select: Too long, hardly shrunk and loose.

Gis and Girls: Not a whole lot different from the other. That’s according to my book. I have sold or given some of them away (this is about the Gis) I have given up on them and let go (and this is about the Girls) The craving for more individual designs evolved from admiration to obsession.

Contentment was something elusive to me, the absence of which spawned the collection. I’ve since stopped acquiring anything “new” and kept to essentials. Lacking the logic to pick what’s right and instead choosing what’s right at the moment; I fell into the abyss of avarice.

I had everything and nothing.

Tough lesson to learn, but to incorporate into my being is definitely a must.

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05.07.2012

Finished reading this. On to the next.

Finished reading this. On to the next.

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04.07.2012

Easter Egg hunt at the gym with the Kids’ Class (Taken with instagram)

Easter Egg hunt at the gym with the Kids’ Class (Taken with instagram)

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04.03.2012

Slow day (Taken with instagram)

Slow day (Taken with instagram)

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03.18.2012

GPOY Donning a shaggier look, I now view life in less spectrum of colors. Living on infinite turbo was unnerving; when saw myself from a 3rd Person perspective. No more rushing. It’s the little things I failed to notice. I mean, if you were hunting down Sith lords, would you really stop and notice the galaxies you pass by? (I need to stop loving long sentences) No more beating the yellow light, now I just sit still and enjoy watching other cars pass.

GPOY

Donning a shaggier look, I now view life in less spectrum of colors. Living on infinite turbo was unnerving; when saw myself from a 3rd Person perspective.

No more rushing. It’s the little things I failed to notice. I mean, if you were hunting down Sith lords, would you really stop and notice the galaxies you pass by? (I need to stop loving long sentences)

No more beating the yellow light, now I just sit still and enjoy watching other cars pass.

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03.17.2012

Maintaining Military Bearing

I’ve kept some of the skills and abilities I learned being Uncle Sam’s guard dog. Military bearing is something slipping from me.

When a car hit me: I laughed it off

When my bike crashed: I laughed it off

But..

When a coworker performs in a way that inhibits my performance, I don my war face

Understanding multiple different personalities is tough work. They’re all nice guys. They’re a pain in the butt sometimes.

I’ll try to play nice.

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03.11.2012

It was a grand experience officiating matches yesterday. Front row seats to great grappling. Next time, I’ll be on the mats at NAGA.

It was a grand experience officiating matches yesterday. Front row seats to great grappling. Next time, I’ll be on the mats at NAGA.

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02.19.2012

Twice Tardy

Been late to work twice this week.

Matching wits, spending cellphone minutes, hearing your voice, talking about anything-everything, saying goodnight, waiting who hangs up first: All worth it.

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02.12.2012

Some things never change, it just doesn’t

It’s been 2 years since we last saw each other. That was when I decided to reinvent myself: to give my once distraught existence meaning. You were there when all I ever thought about was myself. Old friend, I can’t quantify by any measuring system, how much I have missed you.

It was a bad cocktail of feelings when I saw you at that bench across the arcade games. You were clicking away on your phone. It was awkward when we hugged. Well I guess I was hugging you. My instant inclination was to goof around and cover up my reflex to not let go.

I wanted to tell you things. I wanted to embrace you, just a little bit longer. Hell, I wanted to give you a kiss. An unadulterated expression of how I feel. But I guess it just wasn’t the right time. Will there ever be one?

We both went our separate ways after that fateful day, 4 years ago: March 27, 2008. I was at the airport, surviving the death stare of your uncle. I had lines to a song written on post-its in one hand, classic guitar on the other. I was a young, 19 year old who was madly in love with you. It was Gin Blossoms’ “As long as it matters” on that piece of paper.

You just have that effect on me.

You still do.

You’re still the measuring stick I use to gauge.

My promise stays the same, just like how it’s been all these years. I’ll always be with you.

I’m still glad we saw each other after all this time. Whatever life a post-apocalypse earth would bring, you’ll always be a big slice of my pie. Till we meet again.

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