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Tuesday, October 31st, 2006
9:27 am - When alcohol and ego unite...!

Saw a great fight walking home from the bars last week.

A fellow in a truck, waiting to turn left at a sidestreet, is minding his own business when I notice a hoard of tight faced fellas walking quick up to the side door.
I hear, "What's up, puto??"
And one of them tries to wrench open the side door only to have the driver's girlfriend kickSLAM it- and hard, man- into his torso. So he's on the ground wheezing and she's shrieking and the other guys are beating on the window when out of nowhere a red convertible screeches in next to the truck and four HUGE guys jump out.
They approach the truck- two of the guys ripping their shirts off in some machismo display of dominance, heh- and proceed to work the HELL out of it. I mean, they fucked up the sidemirrors, the broke the back cab window trying to get at the guy, and he did get socked in the head a coupla times. Finally, he gets it together and floors it out of there, almost causing two SERIOUS accidents as we watch him go.


Don't know what that was about, but it was fucking SWEET.
Just thought I'd share...!

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Thursday, April 20th, 2006
12:46 pm

I'm a big fan of sparring, though I haven't been formally training or practicing in a good while. My crazy ex-roommate who had the basic personality of a wolf always talked about fighting and this is how we got to know one another. One time his even crazier cousin was feeling pretty jolly and bought everyone drinks until the bar closed. When we got back to our apartment, the cousins went into brawling spar mode with my roommate getting tossed around like a sack of potatoes in the parking lot; I sparred with a fairly experienced, level-headed guy for a while. After we wrapped up my roommate and I had a round. By this time his cousin really wanted to see what I had, so he came at me with full force. Up to this point I had been trying not to hit anyone with force, but since he was bigger and more muscular than me and fighting with everything he had I dropped some restraint. He took a swing at me, I side-stepped into his center-line and swung back with my left and felt a connect. He sort of blinked at me kind of strangely and sunk a little bit before backing onto the bumper of one of the parked cars. That was a wrap. He told me later it was flush and everyone talked about fight club or something; he gave me a big bear hug and I crushed him back and everyone laughed and was either drunk or buzzed. The next few days he had a nice black bruise under his right eye. A long time later I found out from the first guy I had been sparring that he almost passed out when I hit him. Come to think of it, he never sparred or fought me again and my roommate never wanted to, either.

current mood: nostalgic

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Saturday, January 21st, 2006
9:45 pm - I couldn't resist...

Well I saw this, and I really couldn't resist posting.

Click Here to Download the Video


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Sunday, December 18th, 2005
11:16 am - mexican bitch

This was my first, and only fight.

It was back in 8th grade when everyone was a complete idiot and really immature. I, of course, was not. The year before I had just moved to the place and announced that I was bisexual, thinking that I could make friends that way (haha) and that people weren't so immature and close-minded about it. My fault. People are immature and stupid about, and it exploded into a huge thing. Oh well, whatever. Their mistake and mine.

Anyways, I got shit about this all the time. ESPECIALLY from girls which was really stupid. They must have felt inferior or something. I didn't care though. If they were that closed-minded they weren't worth my time. But, then of course, one bitch just had to go to fucking far.

In my gym class there was idiot mexican thing. I don't know what she was, I just know she was a dumbass. There was this other bi girl I was friends with in there and you know, we'd hang out, whatever no big deal. Well, this mexican and I, and the girl were all playing basketball one day in gym. I doubt she knew about the other girl being bi, but this added to my frustration later on. It was bad enough being picked on about being bi, but it was worse when other bi girls worshipped me for being so open. Ew, anyway. So this mexican has always given me shit. I've always let it pass because you know, I'm better then her. But this one fucking day while we were playing basketball, the bi girl (which I don't like by the way) got the ball from me or something and it looked sexual I guess and the FUCKING MEXICAN of course said something. This really pissed me off to the edge. So, I got the ball, and I was suppose to pass it to her. I didn't for a bit and she was all THROW THE BALL C'MON. So, I did. I threw it right in her fucking face, piece of shit.

So we had our little brawl. It was really stupid after that, she was trying to hit me but I kept getting her off me. It was really cat-fightish where we were just throwing our arms everywhere. I didn't get hurt at all, but I know that ball in her face must have. hahahahhhaa BITCH, god I hate her. But yeah, so the teachers got us to stop and we got suspended and all that good shit. Everyone was talking about by the end of the day of course. They all claimed that she won and I took a pitiful fall, but I think that was just the mexican trying to make herself look good. We all know I won.

Yeah, she was trying really hard to look all hard and shit, but it really made her look like a dumbass, to me at least. A week later we had to go the a peer mediator and "talk" about it. She was afraid to look at me the whole time and told the lady she was just going to "stay the fuck away from me." Hahaha. Yeah, and she has. She's afraid to even pass me in the halls.

Sigh, the glory of victory.

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Sunday, November 27th, 2005
1:36 pm - Intro

Hi, here is my first post...

Here is a link to a post I made in a forum about the last 'fight' I was in. Plus you get 10 pages the smartass comments made towards me! lol


current mood: amused

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10:52 pm - my first real fight

Back in grade five, lots of kids from the Philippines would give me a lot of shit for having an american accent, and not being able to speak their language. I wouldn't mind it often, but there was this one time that one kid and his punk friend(I bet they listened to the ramones, or the misfits o some gay shit like that) that caught me at a really bad time.

I was on my way home from a terrible day at school, when the aforementioned punks came up to me, giving me the usual accent-related crap. They were giving me the finger and yelling at me, but I just kept on walking. Then suddenly, one of the punks shoved me - and that's when I went berserk.

Punk one punched me in the gut like a fag, and I was barely affected, so I kicked his knee, shoved him over against the wall and spit in his face. He was already crying before I could even gather the phlegm.

Punk two, came up to me with his bag, flailing it like it was full of bricks or something - I maneuvered up behind him and got him into a one armed sleeper hold, and started poking his ass with my other hand. He was sobbing and squirming, and I was laughing until I realized that he wasn't moving anymore. When I realized that he was unconscious, I let go and he fell onto the cement floor, smashing his forehead. There was blood splattered up to as far as 2 meters away from where his forehead made contact with the floor.

Being the ignorant 11 year old I was, I got really worried, thinking i'd killed him. It took him a while to come to.

Punk two tried to get me into some serious shit when he ran off and called the level coordinator. My self defense was justified and they almost got expelled. The next week, nobody gave me shit again. In the matter of fact, the punk with the permanently scarred face tried to apologize and "make friends."

the end

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1:34 pm - New

Once I was with my friends and there is this girl who sort of stalks us we would always kind of laugh it off… well I went off to boarding school (got kicked out last year!) and when I came back this grl was actually friends with them so one day we are walking around town and they decide to go to her house…so we are in her room…and this was when the craze started up so she was drilling me about the music I listen to and asking me to burn her CDs…and then I get really annoyed and went out to smoke a cigarette…when I came back she was being a major bitch so I called her out (mind you this girl is HUGE about 240 pounds…no really!) and she got mad and staring saying sh*t…but I let it pass b/c I didn’t really care…than the bitch goes to far and calls my mom a slut…well I attacked her and for a small girl I really latched on and punched the sh*t out of her head…and she was lying on the ground…I then got up and left (after I took smashed he jewelry box off the wall)…then my friend caught up to me and told me how f*cking great it was…so yea.

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Thursday, November 17th, 2005
8:54 pm

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