i don’t know how many of you guys have missed me – but here I am back again to satisfy your eyes and brains with my thought enticing blogs!
firstly let me apologize for my absence, you see as I’ve explained in previous blogs im not that good with words and it takes me a loooonng time to try and figure out what i want to say without using expletives (anyone who knows me personally can vouch for the fact that i basically swear in every sentence i speak) so to keep the blogs PG i try my best to keep it clean….although its not always possible!
another reason I’ve been missing is that I’ve had writers block, i know im no Stephen King but im not used to writing and letting it all go on these things (hence the reason my blogs are very few and far between)
so before i get into the topic on which i have chosen, let me just give a shout out to my friend @oddcog_ (the inspiration for this blog) he so kindly put me in his list of favorite blogs, considering this guy doesn’t really know me and has never met me face to face, he values what he does know and that i must admit means alot to me and says alot about him as a person too. i wont toot his horn for to long because his head is big enough as it is! haha!
but seriously he is a good guy and anybody would do well to call him a friend, which i have the honor of doing.
So that’s that and it brings me round to my chosen subject quite nicely i must admit, and that subject as you can tell by the title is Friends.
“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend”
see i take this quote to heart because i don’t want to lead anyone and i don’t want to follow anyone, i just want friends, a friend to me is someone who treats you as an equal not someone who just treats you however they feel like with whatever mood they’re in, lets face it we all have these two types of friends, i can only hope that I am not the second type of friend, if that is the case then i don’t do it on purpose and id do anything to correct that.
We all go through the trials of friendship through the good and bad the awesome and not so awesome, and its through all this we learn just who are friends really are.
let me tell you a story, i wont throw in names because its the past and that’s were it will stay.
its more than a few years ago this happened but it taught me the definition of what friends truly are.
i was walking home one night from a game of football with at least 8 or 9 of my “friends” when we noticed two dudes on the other side of the road looking over at us, they walked one way out of sight so we thought nothing of it and carried on walking, minding our own business – when for some unknown reason these two dudes came back and started to have a go for no reason.
They both hoped the fence and came over to our group and throwing there weight around, the group of my friends ran..and as i tried to walk away i was pulled back by one of the dudes and punched repeatedly in the face (let me point out i didn’t do nothing to provoke this attack all i done was walk home from football)
after about 6-7 punches to the face i couldn’t see a thing hell i couldn’t even feel my face, i dropped down to my knee’s and took a couple of kicks to the face by this point i was thinking that this guy wasn’t going to stop but by some sick twist of fate his friend came back and stopped him from carrying on. (maybe god does spare small mercies)
eventually they both walk away probably happy with what they had just done to me, i managed to pick myself up and start to walk home when i came across one of my “friends” who managed to get away without a single mark on him. So i walked home and walked in the front door to see my mum look at me in hysterics as mums do asking me what happened my dad was also standing in the kitchen an he looked at me and said “Son you will get worse than that through life, may not always be physical though but it will hurt as much”
yeah i know epic right? although my face didn’t feel pretty epic at the time! but then it clicked what he said, you know? i would have sooner one of my “friends” punch me in the face than have them leave me on my own, that to me hurt more than the punches and kicks that i received that night, I took myself to bed and mulled everything over until i eventually fell asleep.
So the next day rolls on and i made a decision, that these guys were no longer my friends but merely acquaintances, although to this day if any of them ever needed my i would still probably (with baited breath) help them out because i would hate to have anyone go through what happened to me.
Another thing my dad said to me when i was a kid that i didn’t really learn until this point was that in this life your lucky to have at least two good friends, so from him saying this i have lived by it, fortunately for me i have a few good friends, but friends who i know should the occasion ever arise again, i know that would stick by me and kick up a shit storm whenever needs be!
i guess we have all been in them situations were something significant happens and it shows us people who we deem as friends what they’re colors really are, so then we look a little bit closer to home, and see that maybe the friends who mean the most aren’t the friends we have always paid the most attention too, its bad in some ways because we should see this from the beginning so we don’t have to learn the hard way, but so is life eh?
right now at this moment in time i couldn’t ask for a better circle of friends, and i appreciate the hell out of every one of them and as cheesy as it sounds id fight to the end with every single one of them, im a fiercely loyal dude, and all my friends are too, you cant buy loyalty can you? no you cant but you can certainly earn it and respect it.
There are all types of friends out there, there are the friends you don’t see that often but enjoy the hell out of it when you do see them, and the friends that only bother with you when they’re bored (this i have no time for and this type also falls into different types of category, but that for another time!)
“Friendship… is not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything”.
The Man himself pretty much sums up what friendship is, and its true. i learned real early and i hope that everybody else has too!
Bottom line, is we should all appreciate our friendships, doesn’t matter if we have 1 or 2 hell even 20 Friends if they’re close enough to you love them like you would a family because if you aint got that you really haven’t got nothing, id certainly take friendship over anything.
this blog seems to be all about me i feel selfish sometimes when i read them back to myself because its all “me this or me that” but these are my views so piss off! haha.
Thank you all for taking the time out to read it, admittedly it isn’t the best, but it’l get better i promise! also i will try harder to blog more often!
So for a while now I’ve been struggling to think of a theme for a new blog, and today whilst doing my door shift in work it hit me like a good solid kick to the bollocks.
let me tell you folks what really pisses me off it goes like this.
Some people have no sense of worth or appreciation anymore, you know the respect for were things came from and the hard work that people go through to make sure it gets there – do you all remember when we were kids and there would be adverts on the tele for things that we would want..in my case it would always be transformers or the new WWF wrestling ring with all the old school wrestlers like hulk hogan and macho man randy savage (who by the way i do an awesome impression of ) and there would come that time when you would ask your mum and dad if they would get it for you for Christmas or your birthday and unfortunately the answer would be ” i dont know if i can afford that son” man that sinking feeling you used to get in your stomach when you heard those words or ones of a similar nature because you got your hopes up that the answer would be ” of course il go out and get it for you now!” i dont know about anyone else but i used to get a bitch of a cob on and go and sulk into my comics, for hours i wouldn’t speak to anybody!
so you fast forward a bit of time when your birthday or Christmas rolls around and you think its going to be crap because your not going to get what you want, and then the time comes to open up your present, as your peeling off the layers of wrapper and the gift is coming into view you finally start to see that..wait its that wrestling ring or the transformers you wanted! and your mum and dad all of a sudden become your best friends again an they are the greatest thing since sliced bread!
but what we dont see is all the extra hours that our parents worked behind the scenes whilst we were tucked up in bed or in school in order for these presents to be put on the table in-front of us, i know this because my mum has always worked her fingers to the bone sometimes 6 or 7 days a week to make sure that i always got what i wanted.
But please dont get it twisted, i was never ungrateful i loved everything i had and i always looked after it and i loved my mum even more for the effort that went into getting it there in-front of me. I was spoiled but never forgot were it came from, as im sure that most people my age (an those who read this blog) can relate to.
to cut an even longer story shorter. Me and my family have never been and still aren’t blessed with great amounts of money, but we are blessed with is the sense of worth and the appreciation of were everything comes from. which to me is worth more than money itself -my family are born from hard workers and grafters (not the drug dealer version) what we have had we have always made it work to the best of our ability.
Anyway im doing my door shift in work today, and in strolls a couple of scallies, they stop by the escalator and one of them pulls out a wad of cash (literally a wad, anybody who walks in my gaff can back up on this as at some point we have all seen it) of twenties and fifties, and im not going to lie a part of me was jealous – jealous for the simple reason is that i work all the hours god sends and for minimum wage and there was a possibility that i dont earn in three months what this dude had in his hands, i start to think of what i could do with that kind of money for my daughter and everyone else who has helped get me by in the years Ive walked this earth.
This dude doesn’t care how much hes walking around with he has no sense of how long it would take for your average person to earn that kind of money, the kind of person who lives from wage slip to wage slip and struggles to put food on the table for their kids, Hell i bet he would shit his tiny fake Calvin classics if he had to work a day in his life, he can gladly go and blow that money and still have plenty left.
in some twisted sense of this life, the people who dont want to work seem to get rewarded more than the people who want to work and who are unfortunately unemployed or the people who work every hour they can but still dont get paid enough for the amount of effort they put in, tell me were the sense in that is?
im not judging by the way i dont know these kids background or what sort of upbringing they have had, just gets me pissed is that they have no sense of appreciation for what they have bundled up in their pockets, when someone else less fortunate can put food on the table for a couple of weeks.
This maybe an old school way of thinking, but then Ive come to the conclusion that i dont think like most people and the way i see things is pretty old school, i blame my mum and dad for that – but i wouldn’t change it because its made me who iam today, i can only hope that i can be half the person that they have been and continue to be, i also hope to one day pass the way i think down to my little girl.
Bottom line on this one folks is to appreciate everything you have and respect were it came from because without your hard work and our parents hard work we wouldn’t have jack shit, doesn’t matter how big or little it is or even how much its worth at least you can look at it and say that you have earned it.
Appreciation is the key!
Big love to all that have read this blog without you guys (even though i dont know who reads this apart from a couple) it would be pointless me doing it! kind of like talking to a brick wall!
One last thing, shout out to my homie @oddcog_ for helping me rediscover my love for A7X , also follow me on the twitter @SwayBomb86!
Afternoon, or should I say evening folks!
First off to start this blog let me start off by thanking everyone who read my previous blog about my grandad, I’ve had some awesome feedback on that and I’m glad that most of you could relate in one way or another. I put a lot of me in that one and I’m not gonna lie I shed a tear when writing it but it was worth it! So again a big thank you
I can’t say this blog is going to be any better than the Last blog or even come close to it, but what the hell lets just talk some shit anyway!
So folks how many of you out there appreciate the truth, or telling the truth? I can guarantee that in the midst of me writing this blog or any one of you reading this tomorrow or the day after you/we have told at least one lie, wether its a lie to make a story sound cool because it’s as boring as shit or a lie to a friend to save yourself from hurting their feelings. Bottom line is we all lie, even when we say we never lie that right there is a lie in itself!
What really pisses me off though is when people say they appreciate you being honest with them, and when the time comes and your honest with them they get all pissy and moan about it! An it’s like “damn motherfucker if you can’t handle the truth, why the hell did you ask for it?!” I don’t understand that.
Is it because deep down inside they preferred to be lied to in order to keep some sort of shitty self esteem? Well guess what motherfucker the truth hurts its how we grow and it’s how we learn from our mistakes!
In a perverse way we need lies, they are a part of everyday life. Lies help us see mistakes in ourselves and learn how to correct them and not do the same shit twice (even though in one way or another sometimes this is unavoidable)
You look at this world and do you honestly believe that everything you see and hear is the truth? Because if you do you need to wake up and smell the coffee my friends because this life isn’t what it’s made out to be, you show me someone who tells the truth all the time and il damn well do my best to show you a dog with three dicks.
Il do my best to be 100% honest with everyone who is involved in my life but I can’t always guarantee that itl always be the truth. I don’t think anyone can.
“everything is the truth except from the lies”
The best we can do folks is try! And my advice for people who can’t handle to truth. Please don’t ask for it because I can promise you 9/10 you’re not going to like it, but of you can take it ~ use it and grow from it as we all should do.
I should also point out that not all lies are bad but then that’s down for yourselves to decide.
Anyway that’s just my two scents it’s all open for your thoughts and your discussion!
Thanks for taking time out to read my ramblings!
So to cap off this poo but ass day (you will have to forgive me for all my profanity in this blog, but i feel its necessary) im going to tell you about the shit that’s been getting me down lately and probably since the beginning of the year.
let me throw you folks back to the start of January as you do (well most of you) i personally dont believe in em as if and when we can be bothered we can change things at any point in time (this year im going to give up chocolate – blah blah blah why wait until you have said your gunna do it and just do it pie ass!) but this year was a wee bit different for me, i vowed to myself that i would chase MMA which i have and i still do, but not merely as much as what i used to, some say it may be because im lazy, which you would be right i wont lie, but the other reason is loss.
whats that i hear you say? “loss?” well..yeah..you see i dont cope with loss well, i never have and i guess i never will – let me tell you a story of what my loss was.
The loss i suffered was my grandad, one of the most inspirational men i have ever have the pleasure of knowing and one of the most amazing people that has graced this earth, this man suffered from asthma, chronic angina, emphasimia and authritus of the spine and do you know what? he never complained even in his last days this man tried his best to have a smile on his face and he constantly said sorry to people because he thought he was a pain in the ass.
let me tell you, everyone who met my grandad fell in love with him because he had an aura of love and happiness – i used to come down of a morning and every morning without fail he had made me a man out of blu tac and placed him on the tele so it was the first thing i seen, he also got me into my love of wrestling. He would teach me arm bars, wrist locks ankle locks amongst other things, he even spent one Christmas using a whole roll of wrapping paper wrapping up a brick and telling me it was the transformers i wanted ( i was 8 sue me lol).
and then it started to change as the years rolled on my grandad got sicker and the man that i knew was gradually taken away from me (it seems selfish of me to say “me” but this is my POV although i should point out we all loved him) even though he got more sick he still tried his best for everyone even though he struggled for every breath that his body would allow him.
i want to fast forward a few years well lets say up until this year, my grandad started suffering from serious bouts of Pneumonia which he always bounced back from but every time he done this it took that little bit more away from his already weakened body, but despite this despite all the agony this man was going through, the only thing he wanted to do was make people laugh even if it was only through pulling faces, it was what he wanted to do.
i remember the last time i seen my grandad like it was yesterday, he had a hospital bed in the front room of my nans because he could no longer move, anyway, my nan has asked me to go over and watch him for the afternoon as she had to go and run some errands, which wasn’t a problem to me in fact it was an honor.
we spent the time watching the Liverpool channel and he was telling me stories from back in the day (dont grandparents have the most awesome stories?) about when he used to work on the cabs and how he skived going into pubs and havin a cheeky bevvie, all the usual classic stuff but he had a way of telling these stories that you didn’t want to move away from he was compelling.
i didn’t want this day to end, but i had things to do and as it turns out that was the last time i gave my grandad bones (MMA slang for touching gloves before fighting) also the last time i told him that i loved him.
fast forward a couple of weeks – it was the same day Liverpool played in the Carling cup final when i got the phone call from my mum who was at the hospital with him at the time i answered the phone and the words i heard were ” he’s gone ” from this i broke down. You see i knew this was coming but nothing can compare you to losing someone you hold so close, i didn’t want to go the hospital to see him because i wanted to remember my grandad from the last day we were together with a smile on his face and a slight laugh in his voice, it may be a bit selfish of me not seeing him but i couldn’t do it nobody wants to see their hero suffering i feel that in my heart me and grandad said goodbye to each other that day.
i think if anything on that day knowing my grandad the only thing he would of been concerned about would have been Liverpool winning the cup which we did, so in a strange way that one was for my grandad.
let me give you a quote which my grandad used to always say to me ” im to good for this world” and do you know what? he was right even though he was joking he was right, You see people like him are very few and far between these are salt of the earth type people, selfless and loving no matter how hard their troubles are and how bad they are suffering they are always there to offer you a shoulder or to make you laugh.
when my grandad passed a huge piece of me went with him, along with a lot of my motivation to chase what i loved, maybe its just down to me? it probably is to be fair, but im battling my demons il get back to that place i just need a nudge.
im gunna wrap this thing up by saying, that grandad i love you and i miss you so much it was an honor and a pleasure.
Moral of this one despite my ramblings. No matter how bad it is, you can always bring a smile to someones face and a warmth to someones heart. My grandad did that and he sure made me a humble motherfucker, that apart from my daughter is the greatest gift i have been given.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky” – reminds me of grandad every time.
thanks all for reading this, despite it being a bit of a downer – but we all need to air our shit some were.
So my fourth blog is going to deal with my theory on why nice guys finish last and why all the lets just say…nobs – always get what they want.
We have all been there when we like a girl, we get on well with them and there seems to be something clicking and then one thing or another happens and you dont really talk for a week or two, then all of a sudden this chick has a boyfriend!
So you start talking again and the girl starts to tell you how this dude treats her like shit all the time ( you know the usual..he calls her a bitch, he demands everything from her, hes paranoid, she cant move an inch without him calling or texting her and then their is the biggie..he cheats on her!) but they always stay and they always go back for more!
so i ask myself as iam sure that any other guy/chick (because it can work both ways) reading this blog would do, what have i got to do to get the girl? (or boy) im nice enough guy, id like to think that id treat a girl with the respect she deserves and give her the space she wants, i certainly wouldn’t chase her around if she wanted to go on a night out with her friends..so what is it?
Then it hit me like a right hook from Junior dos Santos (sorry i had to get my UFC plug in there) maybe we should turn into a gobshite and treat girls like shit, i mean sure they like that right? maybe then me and every other dude/girl who has been in this situation would get somewhere!
dont get me wrong i understand that girls like a bit of a bad boy but there is a difference between liking a bad boy and having the piss taken outta you
the truth is, us nice guys/girls aren’t going to change to get the girl (or the boy) we are always going to be the cool people who offer a shoulder to cry on, in the hope that they can see whats in front of them.
But until then, The Nice Guys Finish Last.
usual shout outs go to my fellow bloggers and tweeters @oddcog_ and @TheElleHarper (if i get these wrong let me know) hit them up and give them a follow!
oh and last but not least myself @SwayBomb86
P.S. Were the hell do my socks go when i put them in the washing machine?! HELP!
so by now your probably thinking its my third blog and i should be good at doing this..well your wrong! maybe its because i leave it to long of a gap between blogs to get into the swing of things?? you would probably be right in assuming that, so im order to cure this i think il take it upon myself to blog more.
im a little stumped at the moment as to what to right in these things (not like that’s unusual) i kinda write these things as if they are my own personal diary for all you guys to read..which wouldn’t make it not that personal at all lol.
so let me get this kicked off by asking you all a question; who has seen the Avengers?! god damn that is one good movie! and you know why i like it? not because its got all my favorite comic book heroes in, but because its actually got a good story behind it and not just mindless action. The chemistry between Tony Stark and Banner (The Hulk) is awesome which is mainly due to the fact that the both of the are both geniuses and understand each other on a level throughout the film that the other heroes couldn’t compare to, on-top of this it shows the very volatile relationship that all the heroes have when they are in the room together which is pulled off with sheer awesomeness.
What i like about this film the most is that they have stayed true to the characters and played them as they would in there own individual movies, especially Tony Stark, hes still got his witty comebacks and put downs that would expect especially when he refers to Thor as “point break” loved that! (Thor is awesome btw).
all in all if you are going to watch this movie to expect all out action, then my advice to you would be is dont, although this movie is full of action which is all amazing – you have to have some sort of understanding of the comic books and what they bring to the table to truly appreciate were this movie is coming from although it isn’t inaccessible for people who have never picked up a comic book in there life.
im gunna give this movie a 9/10 and not because im biased!
anyway enough of my movie nerdiness (is that even a word? i dunno but im gunna go with it)
i went to another grappling lesson today and damn, I am so unfit its unreal, asking me to give you sudden bursts of energy in two rounds of 3 mins is like asking Bob Sapp not to throw a fight – you just know that it aint gunna happen, but what the hell i gave it a go anyway – for anyone who hasn’t got into grappling please give it a go its awesome an its a great way to shed the weight (even though my weight just doesn’t want to fuck off) just make sure you have spot on cardio or at least your working towards it otherwise it can be very difficult! so anyway, in the middle of grappling i find myself for not the first time in the Frank Mir Vs Nogueira situation except for this time around i was the one who was doing the arm breaking! ( see pic)
but what i advise you do if you ever come across this situation, please never go out with the intention to hurt someone as today and as i have been for a long time i had gone out with the wrong attitude and really bad temperament (due to a number of reasons) as i locked up the arm and clapped my hand to my wrist a red mist descended and i was determined to break the dudes arm. luckily enough our instructor was there to stop it in time, i to be honest didn’t realize how close i was to hurting this dude afterwards i couldn’t apologize enough for doing what i done, it was irresponsible on my behalf and i deserved my ass kicked for it ( which i did in the end get my ass handed to me) after this i was made to clean the gym after a number of sweaty dudes ( Elle can vouch for me on this) had finished their grappling and workout sessions which is a fair cop im a man il take my punishment.
moral of that story. if your training for any sort of MMA do so with a lot of discipline and respect as there will be a lot of times when things dont go your way and frustration will creep in that’s when accidents can happen, trust me Ive seen em – my very first BJJ lesson i seen a dude get his knee pulled out wasn’t a pretty sight! just ask any dude that’s been on the receiving end of one of Palhares’s knee bars they will tell you!
anyway enough of comic books and MMA – let me ask you dudes a question… which is something im gunna steal off one of my followers on twitter..
is it possible to like someone you have never met? ok may be a bit vague..how about you seen someones AVI on twitter and somehow someway it came over you that you wanted to make the effort to get to know this person and eventually meet them? ( and this doesn’t count for people you already know and follow on twitter) il leave that one for you guys to ponder and il pick it up on my next blog!
usual shout outs – go to my homies @oddcog_ and @TheElleHarper give them a follow on twitter both of them have blogs aswell which makes for awesome reading!
p.s. Here’s My Twitter @SwayBomb86 tweet me maybe!