B-day was quiet this year, as I wanted. I needed to get used to inhabiting this skin for another year. So I spent/wasted some time online@ SG (making a drunken fool of myself) and the piercing forum Ive been frequenting lately. I made some plans with the help of poked comrades for the terrible things I want my piercer to do to my left ear. I also have a large back piece in the works tattooing-wise. The flash will be done by the time I have the moolah to spend on it. Alas, I am paid a meager wage by a soulless corporation who runs one of the best scams Ive ever seen: personnel dosimetry. I toil in the lab falsifying results from shoddily repaired machines. Guess I could be fired just for saying that due to the non-disclosure doc I had to sign after hire. I couldnt care less, as I am itching to get out of there and put my new BFA to use.
In the meanwhile I made out like a bandit with b-day goodies from my sweetie. I now have a near complete Harryhausen collection, the receipt of which threw me into something like nerd ecstasy. Still missing Clash of the Titans, but oh well. I also copped a Klingon D7 battlecruiser kit, a button warning to: Never trust a man with a mustache, a couple of miniatures and a bag of 100 glow in the dark zombies which are destined to be fans for my Halloweenies Bloodbowl team. Joy.
Other events of the week include a visit to building 1 to speak to the lizard in charge of health insurance regarding a mistaken balance due on the procedure last fall what resulted in my lovely wisdom tooth earrings. Also this was Sweeties first week of kung fu lessons and the whole can of worms that entails. I hated to sign him up with my ex for the lessons but hes the best in the area. Im going to have to take my sifu/ex aside and properly explain myself before this goes on much longer. I feel the classes I attended this past week were abbreviated and certainly not up to par for my previous training. I suppose he was glad to bring in cash for the kwoon and thats why he accepting myself and Sweetie as returning/new students.
Thats all well and good, but Sweetie has potential to be a damn good martial artist which is always a benefit to a school. Hes always wanted to learn and thats why I took him to the best. Come to find out its better lineage than I had realized, too. Apparently the name of Kong Hoi is famous in Hong Kong, and since my sifu has been in contact with his sifu hes picked up some forms I am dying to learn. But what do I get when I go to class? Piffle. Not much of a warm up, no advanced stretching sets, no apparatus training or conditioning, damn little partner training Hes also not respecting my level as senior student. At the call of chun ju yi I should be the first in line. Nor was I introduced to the newer students as their older sister. (I may have mentioned in previous posts that I have a 3rd degree black sash.) When forms practice came around I got a form that has to be his beginner level Shaolin set. An insult if I like. I politely learned it then asked for pointers on my previous animal forms. After seeing my leopard form, he just sat there and stared at me. I got little to no comments on how to improve it.
Basically, my ex is being a little bitch and I suppose Ill have to have a talk with him. Its been rough dealing with it the past week and I dont care to heap on more stress. Meanwhile, Ill take Sweetie aside and attempt to teach him some of the basics hes missing. Im not a teacher, never was. I could help others train and such, but relating exactly how to do the techniques is something I just dont have the words for.
Personally I think that more than 2 years time, and having another hole to stick his dick into should make things ok with myself and my ex, but I guess hes still pissed off. For that matter, so am I. Going to the kwoon and seeing all the things I built from scratch for it, and remembering all the thankless work I put into it makes me a lil testy too. I tore down ceilings and walls, laid carpet, painted, drywalled the whole nine yards and then some. I should get lessons for free. Saturday we had a veritable snowstorm and missed open workout. I wanted to go since it was being run by a fellow who much deservedly attained his level 1 black sash in my absence. Hopefully, he wont mind showing me some of the forms Im missing. I know for a fact he has at least a drunken form, and maybe some wooden dummy and Poon Kuen forms Im missing. Might be easier to get them from him than from my actual sifu.
Arrgh. In retrospect maybe I should have rented a Jacuzzi suite for myself and Sweetie for our birthdays. At least I would have gotten something for my money.
In the meanwhile I made out like a bandit with b-day goodies from my sweetie. I now have a near complete Harryhausen collection, the receipt of which threw me into something like nerd ecstasy. Still missing Clash of the Titans, but oh well. I also copped a Klingon D7 battlecruiser kit, a button warning to: Never trust a man with a mustache, a couple of miniatures and a bag of 100 glow in the dark zombies which are destined to be fans for my Halloweenies Bloodbowl team. Joy.
Other events of the week include a visit to building 1 to speak to the lizard in charge of health insurance regarding a mistaken balance due on the procedure last fall what resulted in my lovely wisdom tooth earrings. Also this was Sweeties first week of kung fu lessons and the whole can of worms that entails. I hated to sign him up with my ex for the lessons but hes the best in the area. Im going to have to take my sifu/ex aside and properly explain myself before this goes on much longer. I feel the classes I attended this past week were abbreviated and certainly not up to par for my previous training. I suppose he was glad to bring in cash for the kwoon and thats why he accepting myself and Sweetie as returning/new students.
Thats all well and good, but Sweetie has potential to be a damn good martial artist which is always a benefit to a school. Hes always wanted to learn and thats why I took him to the best. Come to find out its better lineage than I had realized, too. Apparently the name of Kong Hoi is famous in Hong Kong, and since my sifu has been in contact with his sifu hes picked up some forms I am dying to learn. But what do I get when I go to class? Piffle. Not much of a warm up, no advanced stretching sets, no apparatus training or conditioning, damn little partner training Hes also not respecting my level as senior student. At the call of chun ju yi I should be the first in line. Nor was I introduced to the newer students as their older sister. (I may have mentioned in previous posts that I have a 3rd degree black sash.) When forms practice came around I got a form that has to be his beginner level Shaolin set. An insult if I like. I politely learned it then asked for pointers on my previous animal forms. After seeing my leopard form, he just sat there and stared at me. I got little to no comments on how to improve it.
Basically, my ex is being a little bitch and I suppose Ill have to have a talk with him. Its been rough dealing with it the past week and I dont care to heap on more stress. Meanwhile, Ill take Sweetie aside and attempt to teach him some of the basics hes missing. Im not a teacher, never was. I could help others train and such, but relating exactly how to do the techniques is something I just dont have the words for.
Personally I think that more than 2 years time, and having another hole to stick his dick into should make things ok with myself and my ex, but I guess hes still pissed off. For that matter, so am I. Going to the kwoon and seeing all the things I built from scratch for it, and remembering all the thankless work I put into it makes me a lil testy too. I tore down ceilings and walls, laid carpet, painted, drywalled the whole nine yards and then some. I should get lessons for free. Saturday we had a veritable snowstorm and missed open workout. I wanted to go since it was being run by a fellow who much deservedly attained his level 1 black sash in my absence. Hopefully, he wont mind showing me some of the forms Im missing. I know for a fact he has at least a drunken form, and maybe some wooden dummy and Poon Kuen forms Im missing. Might be easier to get them from him than from my actual sifu.
Arrgh. In retrospect maybe I should have rented a Jacuzzi suite for myself and Sweetie for our birthdays. At least I would have gotten something for my money.