I truly am a fighter and I am skilled in the art of Xin Yi Liu He Quan. I have fighting knowledge of traditional Navajo spear, club, knife, bow and arrow techniques as well as European fencing applications. I hoop dance and hit the pow wow trail from time to time. Dancing for me is what I use to express myself. Sometimes I make myself sick just keeping things within myself to long. My field of study is predominately in anthropological cultural studies. I am currently working to get my doctorate in anthropology. Harvard University is where I choose to attain my academic and career goals. Working firsthand with different cultures around the world gives me great joy. South America, Africa, and America it does not matter I believe the root creation of a people and there identity can only be truly understood by living and becoming one with the people and the environment.
Those who are enveloped in everything and nothing. Those who murder a butterfly and weep silently within themselves wishing they could bring life. Those who are free within iron chains and shackles. Those who are prisoners to with in themselves. It is apparent that everyone and none shall meet, so come in and have a seat. haha… .
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Gerald Primeaux Sr. Ed Lee Natay, Kaibah(Kay Bennett), CORPSE DISMEMBER!(Branden G.& Brandon W.)-, CCR(Credence Clearwater Revival), Johnny Cash, Gorillaz, Al Green I am into any kind of music. i listen and sing or try to sing any thing that i feel is meaningful to me, or is just a great piece of work.
Kill Bill, Battle Royale, Kung Fu Hustle, All Bruce Lee flicks, Hero, Wallace And Gromit, Fearless. The Story of the Weeping Camel
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Gravity's Rainbow, The Art of Happiness
Shi che my grandfather is my hero. Through my eyes I see dignity, refinement, and nobility in his immaculate composure of self. It is undeniable to be blind to his effortlessly magnanimous, stature of humble honor. With my ears I listen to his songs and teachings that serenade in the head remembering, learning, and perpetuating. So, ancient are his words, transcending sacredly through generations arriving to my ears. I feel my hands and only wish mine to be just like his; infallible as iron, rough as red sand stone, and mannered as the four sacred elements. On soft tongue I’ve tasted many meals he has provided for his family and strangers alike. No other meat shall taste as proud, as gallant, or as generous. The sent he carries is of the wind; free, wild, and ever changing. Just as the wind he flows in all of the sacred directions. Never being caged, or barred by any man. Martin Martinez is my grandfather and nobody shall dare to tell me otherwise.