When I was younger I always loved action movies. I always loved to watch hand to hand combat. It just seemed so fun to watch. I always only watched the fighting parts and skipped everything else. Watching people fight made me so happy and pumped up. I would feel so confident and motivated. So, one day I was thinking of the most imaginable thoughts. I started playing movies in my head of me fighting bad guys. Saving the princess from the evil ninjas. Saving the damsel in distress from the half human, half dragon, man. Undercover cop fighting Backstreet thugs to save a woman’s purse. Being the hero and saving the day. All the things you could day-dream about when you’re a kid. I always played games with some sort of fighting tactic too. Mostly a game called Assassin’s Creed or Prince Of Persia. It just was so fun to me. I felt like I had a connection to hand to hand combat. But, I knew that a lot of discipline and hardwork will follow. If one day I was a real fighter. One day I started thinking to myself. What if I actually learned something like that. Of all the movies I watched I thought that I would have enough knowledge to learn stuff on my own. So, I went to my back yard and started punching, kicking, and sprinting all over the place. I took a sandbag from our backyard and used it as a punching bag. Seeing the dust and sand drift away in the air after every strike. The sound of the sand in the bag crunching with every hit. The feeling of the bag deflecting every punch
And I have seen my uncles fight before, I would also want to be like them . But I want to be the better and the greater than them, that really influenced me to believe in myself to keep fighting. I think that this belief will influence me to make my everyday decisions thoroughly thought out. In the past, I was not very well, but over time I kept getting better at what I am doing right now. I think that this belief will really affect my future, I believe that if I keep doing what I am doing. I believe that able to be like those Pro’s like the UFC Fighters. UFC Fighting, I believe that my biggest dreams will come true.
Melee combat is extremely dangerous; when blades clash, someone nearly always dies. They say you’re either really good and they die, they’re really good and you die, or your both are really good and you both die. I’ve found myself engaged in combat will talented and well trained individuals. The results of past battles have scarred me immensely, and have contributed to my physical decline. Ironically, I was at my worst when I was a traditional fighter without access to the modern weapon systems of Tyria.
Throughout life we seek and yearn for knowledge in hopes of gaining greater perceptive on life. We do this in three ways: reading texts, listening to mentors, and self-discovery. They require each other to work most effectively, but can be done independently of each other with varying results. We have all used these “three ways” to learn new skills, and ultimately open our minds to novel ideas. I reached new mental and physical heights trying to learn the front handspring and front flip over the summer.
The second this I learned was how to punch. You must remember to keep your thumb
Everybody has grown up differently. Everybody has different stories, different memories, and different hardships that have shaped who they are as a person. When most people think of their childhood they think of family night board games. They think of running off to the park with their best friends, laughing on swingsets and hopping scotch until they were out of breath. They have memories of vacations, funny stories at family gatherings, or that one time they fell of their bike and their dad carried them home and put on a bandaid and made all the pain go away.
One of the most exhilarating moments of my entire life was my very first time at a roller coaster theme park. Growing up I would always see commercials on television of children and adults alike having a sparkling Colgate smile on their faces and enjoying themselves, so when my family decided we were going to Islands of Adventure for vacation. I was like a child who just received a cookie out of the cookie jar. Even though I was 21 years old at the time, I was extremely trilled. I packed my luggage like a stuff turkey on Thanksgiving Day and I was ready to take on this adventure.
As a foodie, eating foods is my favorite thing and I also find my speciality in eating, that is tasting food and know the condiment in every dishes. When I was a child, I usually go to kitchen to see adults cooking. My intention is not to learn how to cook, but to know where the dishes that I felt very delicious from out of curiosity. As time passed, I knew the recipe of every dishes that I like gradually and learned how to improve it taste. I born at a country that have many delicious foods and the cuisine like to use many kinds of condiments. Through the process of knowing the recipe of cuisine, I also learned many condiments and their use.
Can you recall the greatest experience of your life? Football has been a love of mine since I was a undersized kid. I really grew attached to a team called the Washington Redskins. A lot of my sundays were spent in front of the television gazing as the Redskins put in work. On September 24th my dad came home with pale papers in his rugged hand. He placed the papers in my grip which were tickets to go see the Redskins play the Chiefs in Kansas City on October 2nd.
“RING!” The bell had finally rung and it was time for me to go to 9th period. This was my favorite period because my only friend Mike was sitting next to me in Art. As we walked in, the Art teacher, Ms. Sims greeted us on our way to our seats. The air condition was on full blast as I was shivering with goosebumps everywhere. I didn’t want to ask her to turn the A/C down because was teaching another kid how to do the painting. She hates it when she is disrupted. When she finished before I could get a chance to talk she said, “ You are getting the paintings back. This will be 50% of your grade.” She finally got to me. Suddenly, all my goosebumps went away as I stared at my grade. I got a 34%! Mike asked me what I got but I froze and the words just came out of my mouth.
There is a saying that, Human beings tend to perform more prohibited acts. The more my parents relock me to do some things the more I feel interested on them. May be this is the human nature. In my life, I experience these things ones. This incident is one of the best experience moments in my life. I have learnt many things of it. It was a rainy morning and I woke up early .My parents already woke up. My mom was preparing breakfast for us. I was sitting on the dining table and reading newspaper. In that time, my mom’s phone was ringing and she picked up the phone. It was my uncle over the phone. My uncle invited us to join his marriage anniversary function. We all were invited the function. My parents were so happy to hear this. I was also excited to join the function. At night, my father returned home with a big presents. It was a gift for my uncle wedding anniversary. I was so impatient to see what was in it. I asked my father what he had brought. My father said, “Open it and see.” I opened the box and saw a big classical Antique Wall Clock. It was a big Antique Clock I had ever seen and my mom was happy too.
One of the real pleasures in being a member of Mario’s Band of Backpackers, was our weekend a month being in the wilderness. Even if it was only in the mountains surrounding Los Angeles. Wild Horse Creek is actually further east in the San Bernardino Mountains. Usually, the weekend. would be, some five or six miles, in this situation it was only four miles, to Wild Horse Creek. There we would all tell our stories, relax around a campfire, have lunch, and later in the afternoon we would have dinner. After breakfast, we hiked back over the same route as the previous day. Great Fun!
When I am in a new place my number one fear is getting lost. This fear came true when I was attending a summer program and had an unreliable team leader. Now thinking about it, it was one of the best experiences of my life. The thought that one man made me feel different about being lost is crazy to me. This memory is one that will always make me laugh because of how six teenagers were able to wander around a naval base for thirty minutes.
My older brother and I were in the garage with Tae Kwon Do mats spread across the concrete. My father, an instructor at the time, was teaching us how to correctly split a board in half with the palm of our hand. At seven years old, I failed time and time again - hitting the board as hard as I could, without making a single split in the wood. I can remember shaking my head side-to-side, frustrated with my failure. That 's when my father picked my chin up and told me that while my formation was in place, my mind was not. After giving him a crooked face of confusion, he explained further - "Believe you can do this. Say it out loud if you have to.” To this very day, especially as I am fighting the battles of college and earning my degree in petroleum engineering, these words are my first approach to effective learning. My character, before anything else, is my strongest asset as a student.
Of all the stages of human development, the early childhood period is the most paramount for the development of one’s personality. Just as the last pages of a book are determined by what it written in its beginning, the adult human is mostly shaped by childhood experience. A young child’s experience of the world around them, from conflicts of attachment and security to the demands of their social world, provide a model of what the world is like that they project onto their future relationships and endeavors. Once these models are “projected’ onto the future, they can become difficult to escape; indeed, according to psychoanalysis, we lack conscious awareness of how many of our present behaviors may have been spurred by childhood events. On
“Just take a few deep breaths and relax”, says my trainer as I feel beads of sweat running down my forehead. My whole body is numb and my mind is racing while I try and recall everything I had learned. I look into the crowd and just see darkness. I can hear people chanting my name. The lights are all shining on me. I look across the ring and see my opponent. He stares me down but the look on his face does not phase me. I turn around as my trainer gives me the last piece of advice. Then the bell rings. I take a few steps forward and immediately run into what feels like a brick wall. My opponent hits me straight in the face with a punch. How did I get here?