Drunkin’ Master


Old Skool Kung Fu films.. They don’t make them like they use to! I must admit the dubbing was quite cheesy and the sound effects were a tad bit late. However, those elements is what made it great! It was the epitome of an imperfectly perfect product. I love how they use to make reference of how prospective students would relentlessly ask a master to be their students. Their relentless behavior is not like what it is now. No one wants to be a student. They want the easy way out. A black belt or mastering a style is so much more! It’s a right of passage of one’s skill. How things have changed.. Gotta love nostalgia


letting it go

Julius' Black Belt

In order for us to take a step forward in life, we must let somethings go. One of my most prized possessions is my brother’s black belt. It is very special to me because it reflects the hard work and bond through our short journey together in the martial arts.

Julius had some of the most perfect kicks you will ever see! The speed, precision, and technique was like Chun Li mixed with Hworang from Tekken. It was always great to see us work out; ultimately it would be real fight opposed to sparring. Ironically we could not stay mad forever and laughed it off at the end of class. Even though he was  (is) my younger brother, he was always by my side (from the beginning to the end). He was my coach, cheerleader, and most importantly, my best friend.

His life ended over 2 years ago due to a fatal car accident (talk about neverending sorrow). Saying goodbye at his funeral, I placed my black belt in his coffin. My black belt was the most sentimental thing to ever give someone. Everything I worked hard for that belt went down with him. On the contrary, there was his belt.

I have worn his belt every since. It has shown alot about myself, which I wasn’t aware! I endure strength, wisdom, and humbleness. This new journey lead to winning several grand championships, fought/trained amongst the best martial artists and meeting extraordinary people I could only dreamed of!  It was all in the motivation for his honor; however, he eventually told me it was time move on. Moving on meant letting go of the belt.

Julius is right though, it is time to let it go. Often times letting something go that is essentially vital to you is extremely hard to do. The burden is hard to release. The real question is how? Faith, persistence, and more faith. Self reflection is mandatory!! We want to pay tribute for those special people, but they lived their lives. We have to do the same thing. Just use their life as a lesson towards success and just let it go.