What are you listening to?

New PT rates published, more local media coverage on the kumite has inspired me that next year, if possible, I will do prostate cancer in a different sport (contemplating Sumo or boxing)

The rage of the right is a problem of your own making. We could all be eating, but you want war, thinking we’re gonna give up and die:

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You know it’s real when the dogs are listenin

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watching my two videos I did for the 1 v 100 event and realized I still crease at the sound of my own voice

Morning chillout.

One client, then Im off to donate my hair to the little princess trust (human hair wigs for girls who had chemo) and when I come out looking like a raging lesbian, staying the course a friend is going to help me dye it, too.

Then it’s just yoga, eating, walks and rest up until the big day.

I think after this event, I will take my counsellors advice and take a lot of time to myself. I’m emotionally, psychologically, and (soon to be physically) completely spent. The rest of this year is judo, mental health and working on me

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Three years since I posted this old shanty. Storm season’s just startin.

Hope CPF is ok. OH, Maui.

Tis a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we don’t give a damn when the day is done
How hard the winds did blow
Cause we’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground
With a good ship, taut and free
And we don’t give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Towards our island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
And we ain’t got far to roam
Six hellish months we passed away
On the cold Kamchatka Sea
But now we’re bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
To the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again
Our stuns’l booms are carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us
Thank God we’re homeward bound

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

How soft the breeze through the island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maids, them tropical glades
Is a-waiting our return
Even now their big brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails runnin’ 'fore the gales
Rolling down to old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

I’m only listening to this because this meme format is everywhere and I am living for it

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So, after reflecting on recent things in my life, I’ve taken it upon myself to look hard at my life and deal with some very unpleasant conversations Ive been putting off. Clear the air, deal with lingering issues that effect my mental health.

Counselling is doing me a treat, but the exhaustion of doing all of these in the last few months has really hit me now. I think after this Judo event, I may need some time to go find whatever it is I need to find for me, even though I know its inside me.

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Tomorrow is the big day. Phone’s going off, bath is running. Going on a short memory lane trip to significant places with my mum tonight, then… focus.

See you fucks at the livestream

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Update: I won

I finished all 100 fights, and my club awarded me brown belt. I burst into tears with joy

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I have woken up with significant bruises, swellings, a friction burn that oozes the length of my left arm and somehow a black eye. Everything hurts, but I am so proud of what we’ve accomplished in the 1 v 100.

Additionally, my club made me a brown belt for the fact I didnt quit and get fighting.

I did get emotional near the end given it was my tribute to Mum. Downed a bottle of sake among friends, and I’ve found the experience healing on a lot of fronts.

In a months time, Im announcing the next one. Stay tuned. In the meantime I need to down the rest of the brioche loaf and let the dog out before she wees in the house.

Also, update: I managed to scrape some funds together for my first surgery. South Korea here I come!

Hahaha, I love this guy.

Bunch of fat ass, psychotic Republicans try to steal his gusto, and he turns the tables on them.

“You didn’t build that.”. God bless the working man.