Actually this horrible story is not closing. Michelle takes the same train I do, and after months of self exploring and selp discovery. I have the courage, I will act.I know exactly what to say.Trust me I've done my research.
Well I really like this song OneDay by Matisyahu
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=as7Y-mCiFaM
Tell me what you guys think.
Hey wassup guys this is just an update. I will keep it veryshort. God Gears is amazing, okay who cares about gears. Something really funny happened to me the other day. Now I wrote about my friends in a blog before, I wrote about a girl I liked and my stupidity to act. I am long gone from this issue it's over and I moved on. Because time cures all in fact I got over my one-it-tis pretty fast. And thats a good thing because usually the men who get obsessed,do crazy things like umm... killing, or raping. But that is nowhere near me, I am a normal person.
What the funny thing is, I met the girl I wrote about, Michelle. And get this I didn't meet Michelle at the theaters, the street, the beach, the mall, not an ice cream shop, not a hotel, not at the usual places people meet. Infact I actually went to Colombia for three weeks and apparently she took the same flight I did. I met her in the waiting room full of people ready to board the plane. Now isn't that fu-fu-funny. That is funny. What were the chances of us two taking the same flight. What was funny was I the way I bought the ticket. I just woke up in the morning and said to myself I want to go to colombia, just like that. Is it fate, Is there even fate, was it pure coindence I am saying yes it was just a another coincidence. So I talked to her and she didn't talk back, believe me I wasn't expecting a full on make out, and us getting it on for the whole room to see. I just expected a hy and a bye.That was it a hy and a bye.
Okay I was listening to some Micheal Jackson music on my ipod and was dancing with happiness. I attempted to talk with her, Hey I even tapped her shoulder. But I guess I must have been dead because nothing was going through, I was a ghost to her. Completley ignored. I guess I was right when I wrote about our hypothetical encounter;"the decision to even recognize me way before starting a friendship is all on her". Well did I jinks myself. God she must have really thought I was a jerk, i will never know. But now I can fully close this horrible story of mine. God wasn't that funny, on the freakin airplane of all places. Well I may never have kissed her lips to lips but I did gain experience in how I should deal with girls not just from her but from many other girls after her. Allthough I wish I knew then what I know now I would have had much better years but hey what can you do. Complain and whine like a little b**** about it. Hey that is life, some people live to be billionares some people die before they hit puberty and some people refind the girl of the dreams only to realize it was all an illusion. Life sucks but I am glad I am alive.
In the course of the first seventeen years of my life, I've experienced a huge variety of friendships. I've socialized with jerk friends, close friends, casual friends, comedy friends, and countless other categories of friends. And as I dig through my memory, there are only three friendships which I can truly remember. I think of my bus friend, my close school friend, and my fuzzy lover friend. Lopate states as the very last sentence of his essay 'Modern Friendships': "There can be no friendship without forgiveness"(272). According to Lopate I have to be in a situation in where I can be forgiven, or I can forgive in order to call my relationship a friendship. No!, whether it's a casual friend or an extremely close one, whether it's to start a new friendship or whether it's to further a long lasting friendship, both subjects must have the willingness for friendship.
My bus friend Freddy was a freshman, and I was a senior. At this Q18 bus stop, at some uncertain day, this kid Freddy introduced himself to me. Immediately we began conversations, we got to know a little of each other everyday, or sometimes every week, at the bus stop. I found out that he is a very multitasked person because he is able to balance karate, basketball, and school. Freddy was a freshman and as one he came to me for advice; he admired me. The bus stop and the bus itself was our haven for conversation of bully ethics, life, fighting, and school; we both attended the same high school, so we encountered each other in the hallways and did the cliché fist pump and handshake, which I faked. We had plenty conversations, but only at the bus stop, and the bus itself, I willingly chose to be Freddy's friend as a convenience, that's why I was shocked when at the end of the school year Freddy asked me for my email. I gave my email to him, but even I know that it takes two emails to chat, that's why I deliberately chose not to ask for Freddy's email, therefore ending the friendship. At this instant my friendship was tested, it was my decision whether to continue or end the friendship and for my reasons I chose the latter.
My close school friend Frances had chubby cheeks, glasses, and was Asian. I really liked my friend Frances because we were exactly the same except I was Hispanic and he was Asian. We both laughed at each other's sarcastic personalities, and we both loved to excel at school. Frances was the friend that I was most closest to, the most open with; I could really tell Frances anything, even things I don't tell my own brother, and he would give me a straight up common sense response just like I would. We laughed all throughout freshman year; in fact our friendship was so great it lasted two years of absence. It wasn't until my senior year when I saw Frances in the hallway, we did the cliché handshake, which was genuine, even though we were separated by the school system for two years. It didn't stop us from greeting each other. The two year separation didn't cause us to forget because once we saw each other, both of us uniformly made the choice to continue being friends. This situation could have easily gone the opposite way where both subjects saw each other as complete strangers, but in this case both of the subjects saw each other as friends and proceeded to make the choice of retaining the friendship.
My fuzzy lover friendship is the one I remembered the most; of course this friendship deals with a girl, her name was Michelle. Michelle was beautiful and unique; Michelle has this positive aura that surrounds her where ever she goes, she lights up the room with just her smile; I was lucky enough to have her sit next to me in zoology class. It was truly one in a trillion; I liked her, but I wouldn't dare to express my feelings to her because at the time I was dealing with a self conscious. Day in and day out Michelle and I laughed and giggled when are eyes met; we scribbled smiley faces on each other's arms and notebooks; this was our fuzzy lover friendship, little talking just glances and smiles. The end of our senior year was arriving and Michelle decided to ask for my number. I couldn't believe it, I then asked for her number. I didn't call her until a month into summer vacation; we hit it off great over the phone, I actually talked with her and got know her goals. I found out what she wants to become, what's her motivation and it just hit me why I liked her. We had scheduled a date, all I have to do was call her back and give her the details, but the paper which Michelle wrote her number on disappeared; I went crazy looking for it, I turned my house upside down. It is forever lost, till this day when I go to the subway I always check each train car to see if she is there, I hope to run into her someday, but if I run into Michelle my intentions are to continue the friendship and steer it to a romance, I realized what a jerk she mustthink I am, it's possible that she doesn't want any part of me, and that she lost the willingness for my friendship. In this sad situation I am basing the willingness on our hypothetical encounter. If I meet her, the decision to even recognize me waybefore starting a friendship is all on her.
A friendship is a friendship no matter how casual or closely you feel; In short, the friendship starts when two people are willing to accept it, and friendship ends when one or two people are not willing to accept it. I may have had good conversations with my bus friend Freddy, but once the school year was over, I made the choice to end it for it made sense since I didn't need someone to occupy my time. My school friend Frances and I shared a lot in common so it wasn't hard for either of us to choose to continue being friends; it was easy. My fuzzy lover friend, where ever she is, if I bump into her it really is her choice if the friendship continues. We humans are thinkers, we make judgments everywhere, maybe a little too quickly with deciding the length of our friendships.
It was mid summer and I was bored, I figured I might as well call this place and apply for a job then lying around like a leech. I wanted to work, to have some income flowing in, I would never have guessed that this job would give me something more valuable, something which I can take with me for the rest of my life, something that would change my view, my perception on how I should live my life to the fullest. Did I mention I sell knives?
I walked down the stairs to a room where there were thirty metal chairs and a desk. Each seat filled, the room is jam packed with other teenagers around my age. Even though there was steep competition I showed the manager that I am the guy you want not them, me. I was worried she'd see right through my act, but I was very convincing. I was hired and officially a sales rep of Vector Corporation.
As with every job we need training, all of us underwent three days of training. But I noticed that the number of teens that went through training day by day were dropping. They were pulling out; they were quitters, I mean we get good pay, we have flexible schedules, we will have this on our resume, and we will gain experience. I guess they didn't like that in order to work with Vector, you have to sit down with people for about and hour and very nonchalantly, relaxed stated of mind get customers to buy a knife set. I guess if that's not what you like, you wouldn't take the job either.
After training I was off; I got a bunch of phone numbers, relatives, friends, friends of relatives, and even some some church folks. My first demo was with Ida, an elderly lady from my church, Oh, God bless her heart, she sat through my whole presentation, we made a lot of small talk and she actually bought a set from me. It was my first demo so I was a novice, apparently I was likable, she couldn't help herself, and she had to buy something from me. She bought a five piece kitchen tool set which included a basting spoon, spatula, slotted turner spatula, whisk, and a slotted spoon. Who would have believed that I would have a conversation with a church lady, a good conversation when she was sixty years older then me?
I had set up more demos with relatives, friends, and eventually total strangers. When I walked out of every single demonstration I felt happy, even in those when I didn't make a sale because I walk out of all their doors knowing that I just congregated with a stranger and that alone makes me exited. I was learning, learning to do better at my job, learning to take the trains for the first time and more importantly learning to be more sociable I am now using my mouth to express myself and using my ears to listen. I felt my life changing for the better. I learned how to make simple yet effective small talk, and my confidence just skyrocketed. My confidence was always high but since this summer, I am reaching for number 1 in every single area of my life.
In my first week I had 13 demos, what an accomplishment, it may seem like a big number to you, but other sales reps in my office clocked in 20 appointments, even though I am proud of myself. At the end of the week I had to go to a conference in the Sheraton hotel on Main Street. The room is packed, I would say about thousands of teenagers around my age, we are all dressed up nice and exited about the conference. The seats in this room are very cushion soft, they feel suave. The room has 100 ft ceiling and really looks nice, extravagant. All the teens from all over New York are here, not just New York City, and they are all here with their managers. At the beginning of the conference we were told just to get know each other, so immediately the room gets filled with voices, I spoke to one kid who said he went to a demo where the customer just said" I don't care what you have to say, just sell me your biggest set.".
Wow is all I have to say. The speakers were now talking, now I don't remember their names but I remember their message. It's really hard to put this experience in writing, you really have to be there to appreciate it. The speakers gave valuable information on how I could sell better, but it was really the messages on life that really sticks to me. I was truly inspired by the words and it seemed to me I wasn't the only one.
Some of the stuff these speakers were saying I already had on my mind, such things as "It's my time to shine", "Getting of the someday aisle, I won't put things off till I am about to die". "I act now, my future, my life isn't going anywhere unless I take action". "I have to live every single second of my life to the fullest, I will not settle down". "I will risk being the fool", and my life will be great. This experience was incredible, and the beauty of life is, there's more to come.
Knowledge and belief
1. Knowledge of the characters moves, the range, timing, knockback, combos, knowledge of dodging, air dodging,
Knowlegde of anticipation, knowledge of the right moves at the right time.
2. Most importantly Belief
BELIEF, WTF is that, its a belief ofcourse, why am I so good, because every match I enter I believe I am going to win, Every opponent I face i believe I am going to surpass them, I say "I am the best", you think I am wasting air, wasting my breath, thats my belief, thats my mentality I bring in to every match, I say it Because I believe it I mean it. You people play me and lose and play others and lose and put this mentality in your heads "every time I play them I am going to lose", right there thats your losing belief, that belief sticks with you in a match, no wonder, thats why you lose thinking that way, it doesn't need to stay forever, Change your belief instantly, from "everytime I am going to lose" to "Every time I am to win", and relize how much better you are as a brawler, relize your true skill,
................well, thats why I am good, my knowledge, more importantly my belief That "I am the best brawler that ever lived", no wonder I am so damn good, I live, breathe, and sleep "I am the best", thats my tip, take it
Apply it to your battles
I got a job $%&* yeah, There was ALOT of steep competition, and for a few moments I thought I was out of my league, I pushed, I participated, and brought my personality to the front, I admit I was nervous but I am the best for this position, and I got it, I knew I was going to get this job I kept a real positive attitude through out the whole interview, my qualities according to what the manager said, not afraid, strong, and a real go getter, Its a sales marketing job, No I am not the tv sales men, who forces you to buy a product, I come to your house and nonchalantly, respectfully, and in a very relax way, let "the product" sell itself. Oh and I forgot,
$ 18.25,per hr with incentives. hahahah, don't you hate me
Brawl is very competitve, right. You get mad, you get angry, you get happy, Sometimes I just want to RELAX and throw a green shell at someone, get hit by lightning, and slip on a bannana, WAIT thats not relaxation, thats hectic, brutal, and fun. Just THINK how much FUN it would be to play online mario kart, with 11 of your fellow gamespot members, THAT WOULD BE AWESOME, Me and X made this happen, so come in exchange MK friend codes, and lets RACE!!
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Man, man,man, you I just fought KOLB, I lost to his wolf twice, He spammed like a #$%*(#@#$, like crazy, I will picture it, for you, He did exactly what a "wolf spammer" would do, lazer, lazer, lazer,lazer,lazer,lazer, lazer, fsmash,fsmash,fsmash,fsmash, I couldn't believe it, A member of the S8 who clearly follows the rules, and enforces them on his chat, broke, I was pissed, Then I thought it was a joke, I thought he was playing, and was going to stop spamming, but he didn't kept going, So I went to his chat and called him out, and he denied it, completly WOW, what a noob, you know I was gonna say, Your a good wolf spammer, but he denied being a spammer in the first place, the WHOLE MATCH, normally I wouldn't do this, but this has to be done, because I went the to say exactly what happened during our wolf matches and I was banned. The TRUTHFUL person was banned for telling the TRUTH, Am I going to do nothing, no, KOLB, I have nothing to say to, except that I had respect for you since your a good brawler but after this incident, I am speechless
The word spammer is tossed around alot these days. Mainly at me, I understand, you people go to the forums, see my cocky responses, see how I am, then you guys fight me one on one, and see that I really have something to brag about, that I wasn't joking, That makes you PISSED, to lose to a cocky person, You get extremely PISSED, so you guys don't want to show me respect, say, CJC, you really are good, you cocky #####. Instead...................... you say, no CJC, you suck stop spamming lazer, stop spamming smashes, stop spamming aireals. OOooooooh GOD, what sore losers, people that BEAT ME, I say, YOUR GOOD, But i will learn how to beat you. I don't call anyone spammers just because I lost to them.
Well thats one reason Why people falsely accuse me of a spammer, the other reason
MY taunts, I tend to taunt alot, not saying, good move , just praising myself, with, YOU LIKE THAT ######, SOME people get PISSED because of my taunts, I taunt alot, and then they call me a spammer.
what do u think, reader, I am right or wrong
Those are the reasons I figured out, really they are the reasons, people,
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