I may try again as well. It makes no sense.
Boxing skills are evolving really fast.
I have a black eye due to the ground and pounding I got.
I LOVE THIS FUCKING SPORT.
I had an amazing day with my friend Lucho today, we went to this freshman party and had a fucking blast, we didn’t socialize too much because of the age difference but we had an amazing chat and had a few drinks.
BTW, my coach congratulated me for not tapping to a vicious ground and pound I was getting. Also, my boxing skills are getting better, I also slammed a heavier training partner.
new haircut, new plans.
Never give up.
I was submitted with an armbar and fucked up my elbow but when we went at it again we were all fired up. It was metamoris-like training, I mean, looking for submissions, I grinded my teammate until he was dead tired and took his back, unfortunately time was up and I couldn’t get the RNC.
I’m sore as fuck but I’m also ecstatic!
whenever you’re feeling down you can make pizza from scratch.
Shit is upside down again.
If this was an MMA fight I’d be a bloodied BJ Penn or Joe Lauzon.
I’ve wrote many ungrateful lines about 2013 bitching about how my life changed drastically. The truth is, the last 16 months rebuilt me. I’m a new person with much more confidence and I managed to achieve something I never thought I’d make, not once but twice in a year.
Less hair, more confidence and no monotony at all, 2013 was definitely an amazing chapter in my life, full of great stories, life and characters that make Larry David look like Adam Sandler. All those memories, I’ll cherish forever.
Today, all the main characters of this wonderful story are officially out of this country and while I’m incredibly happy and proud of their achievements, I can’t help to feel a little nostalgia.
Berth, Boo, Marie, Penguin and Ryoma, I just want to thank you guys.
Tito Ortiz’s walkout shirt for his last fight said something like: "I helped building the sport that built me". So, I’ll use that to THANK YOU for helping me build the year that built me and since that period of my life had the most ass kicking soundtrack ever, I’ll leave this here:
So long, Astoria
I found a map to buried treasure
and even if we come home empty handed
We’ll still have our stories
of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
broken bones, and all the best of friendships
and when this hourglass
has filtered out
its final grain of sand
I’ll raise my glass to the memories we had
this is my wish
this is my wish
I’m taking it back
I’m taking them all back.
So long, Astoria - The Ataris
From the record: So long, Astoria (2003)
ONCE AGAIN, THANKS.
I’ve been feeling really bummed and depressed lately, especially because most of my close friends are already living in other countries. Nostalgia has been hitting me hard this week.
However, I’ve been able to use all these crazy feelings in a creative way, this project will definitely see the light (unlike most of my previous projects that I’ve discarded due to insecurity) and I’m excited as fuck. Things are changing in my life, and this will definitely be a good change.
Positive vibes and best wishes to all you folks out there!
This is it!