La Connexion Française - The Ezekiel Ryan Ho BLOG

July 18, Injured heels and rainy days.
{ 1:20 AM }

Injured my heel recently.

Hurts like crap when I step down hard now, it sends this freaking strong jolt of pain up my hamstring muscles. Troy told me to rest for abit, and as much as I hate doing that, I guess I'll concede for once. Just this once.

School has been mundane, and I just realised that not working for one week makes you feel like not working ever again. However, I must and I will! There's too much to buy and too little to spend.

I was recently approached by some guy from SEG who wanted to start an MMA club in NYP and I love the idea. Know what else I love? The idea of setting up an "open challenge" concept, whereby any other CCA can send its people to come and test their mettle. No strings attached, it just gives everyone more exposure to what other fighting styles are like.

Yeah, and I'd love to see Dragonboaters, Kendoka, Sakuran Club Cosplay Clubbers and whatever motley crew of misfits come down for a few rounds. Serious!

I hate the term martial arts. It's one of the world's most blanket terms, and yet it sounds degrading. Whenever I hear this term I'm reminded of a tiny, old, Asian man flying through the sky. Another term I hate? Sparring. Seriously, it sounds super low-class; like something secondary school kids would say.

So from now on I'm just gonna address these two terms as such: Fighting style will replace the term Martial Arts, and Brawling will replace the term Sparring.

(P.S.: I know this post sounds so blah, but it can't be helped - I'm feeling down thanks to this bleeding rain.)

In my mental vocabulary, of course.
Zeke

July 6, Resolution.
{ 8:16 AM }

I thought that I could let you into my life again.
I thought that maybe this time things would work out.
I thought that maybe this time would be different.
To the very end, I've only ever felt that I wanted to be serious with you.

But I guess I was wrong.

No this is not a post where some average frustrated chump weeps at some smelly staircase landing. This is me, saying what I should.

I've made the same mistake 3 times now.

I think that's enough. It's time for us to say goodbye, because I'm sick of saying goodnight.

July 3, I hate GOD.
{ 5:30 PM }

This is how a normal conversation with an average person always turns out:

O = Other Party
M = Me

O: Hey are you Christian?
M: Why do you ask?
O: Your name sounds Christian.
M: Yeah sure. . . sort of.
O: Oh cool, Catholic or Protestant?
M: (Why can't they ever ask me about my favourite cereal brand?!)

Let's clear this up once and for all. I hate God. Utterly, absolutely, definitely, certainly, confidently, totally, etc. Fill in the vocabulary yourselves, English nerds.

I'm surprised by how people can actually go to church every weekend and sit in a vessel made from their money (and some other money) and believe in something that doesn't exist. This, is the greatest proof of a unique trait which only humans possess in this world - COLLECTIVE STUPIDITY.

Yeah sure there are the fanatics who will say "God is always with you, and will always be there when you need him" or "God will provide". What surprises me the most, is how tears can actually well up in their eyes as they say this. Ridiculous. Let me correct the 2 statements above:

1. God has never been with me, unless you count my imaginary friend as God.
2. The only thing God has ever provided for me, is disappointment.

Let's try something fun:

Dear God,

If you are on the internet and reading this blog, CONGRATULATIONS! You just lost a fan! Or as we always tell managers at retail outlets, "You just lost a valuable customer!". You've never been there when I needed you, you never will be there when I need you, and ironically, I don't even need you. Never did, never will.

P.S.: Even the worst supplicator on the face of the Earth can provide better than you.

Yours insincerely,
Zeke

For the past 3 days I've been praying for it to not rain. I've offered every bargain I could offer to the bearded freak upstairs, and he seems to enjoy giving people false hope. Well I've got news for you douche - I'M BURNING MY BIBLE. AND I'M GOING TO JEWISM.

Oh and. . . YOU SUCK BIG TIME. Amen.
Zeke

July 1, Avarice.
{ 8:21 AM }

To be the best, you gotta beat ~~the best~~ yourself.

This is the part where I sin: avaricity.

I want to be stronger physically.
I want to have a body like the ultimate shield.
I want to have a punch which breaks a rib with one strike.
I want to have forearms which strike like a MT fighter's shins.
I want to have enough stamina to fight 100 men or more at a shot.
I want to have a kick which moves faster than the blink of an eye.
I want to throw my opponents to the ground face first.
I want to defeat fighters from other martial arts.

I'll show the world what being The Karate Kid actually means.

One knuckle pushup at a time,
Zeke