I used to play handball. Paulista Federation, the whole nine yards. Then my knee became jelly.
Kung fu appeared when I was already thorugh with the treatment (and 10Kg fatter). Boy, I started going 2 times a week and when I had to stop (moved, my money wasn’t enough) I was like, practicing 7 hours a week.
Last year I had my knee fixed (cirurgic procedure) and I’ll sure go back to kung fu as soon as my md says I can.
The sax, the wife, the work, my friends and my freelance, not to mention the defunct college. It’s an ugly push and shove battle you don’t wanna see.
What to do? Got into two bands at the same time. Now I’ll have double the time to practice while I play with them. Oh, I’m not proud of it, but it’s what I managed to do.
And, heaven’s know why, it’s working.
I tried. I put all my mind to it. I passed the most concurred admission test in Brazil five times and every time I go there I feel like dying of boredoom. How these people get a doctor’s degree and get to actually teach?
I know I’ve gotta get a degree but, boy, what a torture.
OK. I’ll try again next year.
Gotta save money and buy a new bike. Can’t stand to take the bus and walk. I need the wind again.
I’ve read it in Portuguese. A Fairly decent translation. But I’m eager to read it in English.
i started yesteryear, but gotta stop for financil reasons. being my great-grandma italian, and having a huge italian presence in my hometown, things do not seem THAT difficult.
i’ll be back on track. probably next year.
the more languages you’re able to use, even if you end up like me, speaking like a B-movie new york character, puts you in contact with new ideas. not second-hand supermarket-shelf material. new ideas in the raw.