Hardcore. Real, efficient, effective, dedicated, knowledgable, seasoned, passionate, prioritized, best, respected, takes names. KILLER.
Hates. Fake, watered down, sugar coated, euphemisms, lies, overstepping boundaries, typical. IMPOSTERS.
In a world surrounded by the soft, with emphasis on the irrelevant, it is increasingly difficult to find the hardcore.
A special breed. Kills the weak and plants their own seed. Ostracize the minds of the blind who can't see. Wrote the books and painting to all mythology. Brings destruction to false dichotomy. Grandfather of knowledge been through the depressions. Mind fine tuned to swallow the blessings and retain the nutrition, digest the fiction, lives off a diet of pain and what's missing, Observes the false from miles away and when the false arrives death traps await, battle tactics derived inside the mind and thoughtful state, reflexes fine tuned to parry away hate, crush kill destroy a boy any given day, no excess noise employed silent trip to the grave, as the armor on euphemisms gain rust the hardcore still stands as the fake remains dust, unbreakable will impossible to retain us, none of what others do needed to sustain us, Armed with swords fists shields spears flaming projectiles and mindsets of death to anything that should get foul, knows the outcome all that's visible is a smile, we are the hardcore. fighting is futile
This world has turned into a multitude of cowards, weaklings, and pretentious followers.
Everything self related that is exaggerated and made out to be a big deal is insignificant. The amount of adversity needed to have mass affect on an individual or group is so small it is disgusting. Is everything and everyone doomed to become this soft save a minuscule amount? What or who will it take to shake up this bruise-easy mindset? In a world of wearing your heart on your sleeve, tell me
What happened to your exoskeleton?
Man up.......
Song of the mood - Jedi Mind Tricks - I against I instrumental
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Back
Inconsistency in blogging has been due to school, training, and finding myself. The usual
Lots has passed.
First and foremost, the trip that changed my life
California. The golden state. Sunshine and smiles. The place everyone wants to be to party and relax.
I had other intentions.
The Numskulz and myself were invited out to our family's jam, the Freakshow 10 year anniversary. It was an honor to be invited and I truly wanted to attend. The only problem was that I was stuck in Chicago.
Then something hit me. If I wanted bboying to be a part of my future, to leave my mark, to inspire, to achieve greatness, to live glory days, I had to start making moves.
It was like a sign from God, I got an urge to just drop everything and go. It was like He said to me, sometimes, you just have to forget about everything and live life. School, work, gymnastics, friends, and everything else was immediately put on the backburner. The only thing that was on my mind was going out to represent myself and my crew. Following my heart. Beginning to follow dreams.
As plans were arranged, I was fortunate enough to have my crewmate Juambat tag along with me. It is inspirational to me how much he has grown as a bboy and as a person. To watch someone come from simply a friend to a crewmate, and watch his passion for something he already knows very well expand, to see improvements and joy in accomplishments, to know I had anything to do with it is truly a reward. No less than 8 months ago he had no idea what bboying was really about, and then now, as we flew on the plane, I turned to him and said, "We're doing it. We're pursuing our dreams. All those times we watched others dance and dreamed of traveling all over doing the one thing we love the most. It was all finally beginning to come into fruition. "This is the start to something beautiful. We're LIVING. LIFE." I said to him as I drifted off to some Armin Van Buuren on the flight to LA.
After we arrived, we met up with our Freakshow family, and prepared for the jam. The state of California is beautiful. I loved the way the land is and enjoy the weather. The greetings and bonding was superb.
Then came the jam
As we came into a new scene we had never experienced before, we were intimidated of the west coast scene at first noticing the vast amount of heavy hitters. Then as we were cyphering, we realized we may never see most of these people again, and just began to go all out, be free, be one with the music, lose all sense of care and awareness, and DANCE.
Throughout the jam, I was able to reunite with some of the pioneers I had met previously, cypher with some of the best this dance has ever known, and represent what we are about. Getting to see this amount of talent and getting to battle with lots of people you've seen online and been inspired by was truly sublime. I realized we had made the decision coming out here. Our battle went well, we ended up befriending our opponents afterwards and meeting them, exchanging stories and philosophies on the dance.
After the jam, we received some of the most inspirational life talks I have ever heard from the legends and people who have inspired me. Roxrite, Crumbs, and the rest of the great people we met dropped mines of gems on us and provoked us to continue on what we are doing. Though we received much positive advice, we got reality checks too. Freakazoid impaled into my head, "You can get a normal job and train casually, or you can work yourself to the bone and get to experience everything bboying has to offer. Get paid to do what you love, travel the world and this beautiful dance and culture can be your life" Dash and Miraj added "We're only saying what we are because we care. We want you to be the best you can be. Push all the way to the top. Achieve the next level"
And in that motel room, that was it.
It sparked motivation to train like never before.
The day I returned, I trained harder than I ever had, accomplished multiple new moves that had scared me before, I was a totally different person with a totally different mindset, and the fire that was set underneath me is still burning right now.
Now, I just have to keep adding the wood.
Lots has passed.
First and foremost, the trip that changed my life
California. The golden state. Sunshine and smiles. The place everyone wants to be to party and relax.
I had other intentions.
The Numskulz and myself were invited out to our family's jam, the Freakshow 10 year anniversary. It was an honor to be invited and I truly wanted to attend. The only problem was that I was stuck in Chicago.
Then something hit me. If I wanted bboying to be a part of my future, to leave my mark, to inspire, to achieve greatness, to live glory days, I had to start making moves.
It was like a sign from God, I got an urge to just drop everything and go. It was like He said to me, sometimes, you just have to forget about everything and live life. School, work, gymnastics, friends, and everything else was immediately put on the backburner. The only thing that was on my mind was going out to represent myself and my crew. Following my heart. Beginning to follow dreams.
As plans were arranged, I was fortunate enough to have my crewmate Juambat tag along with me. It is inspirational to me how much he has grown as a bboy and as a person. To watch someone come from simply a friend to a crewmate, and watch his passion for something he already knows very well expand, to see improvements and joy in accomplishments, to know I had anything to do with it is truly a reward. No less than 8 months ago he had no idea what bboying was really about, and then now, as we flew on the plane, I turned to him and said, "We're doing it. We're pursuing our dreams. All those times we watched others dance and dreamed of traveling all over doing the one thing we love the most. It was all finally beginning to come into fruition. "This is the start to something beautiful. We're LIVING. LIFE." I said to him as I drifted off to some Armin Van Buuren on the flight to LA.
After we arrived, we met up with our Freakshow family, and prepared for the jam. The state of California is beautiful. I loved the way the land is and enjoy the weather. The greetings and bonding was superb.
Then came the jam
As we came into a new scene we had never experienced before, we were intimidated of the west coast scene at first noticing the vast amount of heavy hitters. Then as we were cyphering, we realized we may never see most of these people again, and just began to go all out, be free, be one with the music, lose all sense of care and awareness, and DANCE.
Throughout the jam, I was able to reunite with some of the pioneers I had met previously, cypher with some of the best this dance has ever known, and represent what we are about. Getting to see this amount of talent and getting to battle with lots of people you've seen online and been inspired by was truly sublime. I realized we had made the decision coming out here. Our battle went well, we ended up befriending our opponents afterwards and meeting them, exchanging stories and philosophies on the dance.
After the jam, we received some of the most inspirational life talks I have ever heard from the legends and people who have inspired me. Roxrite, Crumbs, and the rest of the great people we met dropped mines of gems on us and provoked us to continue on what we are doing. Though we received much positive advice, we got reality checks too. Freakazoid impaled into my head, "You can get a normal job and train casually, or you can work yourself to the bone and get to experience everything bboying has to offer. Get paid to do what you love, travel the world and this beautiful dance and culture can be your life" Dash and Miraj added "We're only saying what we are because we care. We want you to be the best you can be. Push all the way to the top. Achieve the next level"
And in that motel room, that was it.
It sparked motivation to train like never before.
The day I returned, I trained harder than I ever had, accomplished multiple new moves that had scared me before, I was a totally different person with a totally different mindset, and the fire that was set underneath me is still burning right now.
Now, I just have to keep adding the wood.
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