Bruce Lee’s Biography (4)

(This story continues on from my last essay of Bruce Lee. If you want to hear the full story in order, then start from the first story.)

Bruce Lee needed to get into Hollywood under the conditions of Hollywood not wanting Bruce Lee. How could it be possible to get in? Bruce Lee then came up with the plan of getting in the Chinese movies. After he got in, he acted. His act was so good that no one had ever seen such a scene. Millions of people over China knew of Bruce Lee. He then earned lots of money. He made the best Kung Fu movies. After his first movie, Bruce found out that it was not perfect last movie because of some scenes. Bruce Lee became the director. He wrote the whole script and acted in the next few movies.

After these movies, Bruce Lee turned famous and Hollywood invested on Bruce. They bought Bruce Lee’s movies and showed them to Americans. From countries to countries, Bruce Lee’s movies just got more and more famous. At last, Bruce Lee’s dream of getting into Hollywood finally came true. He acted and directed in his movies in Hollywood. His actions shook all of Hollywood. He made scenes and scenes of action films.

After Bruce Lee became a famous worldwide known person, he worked on more and more movies. At last, Bruce Lee got the hold of making movies. He got an award as the best actor. As for afterwards, he could easily earn lots of money.

Bruce Lee’s last movie he made was a movie called “Game of Death.” All of the world’s best actors and Martial Arts Experts were to come. At last, this movie became the best of all of the Kung Fu movies in history so far. No one ever knew how Bruce Lee done such a great job on his movies. No one ever knew how much work was behind this. No one knew what made Bruce do this great act.

(To be concluded in the next story…)

Bruce Lee’s Biography (5)

(This story continues on from my last essay of Bruce Lee. If you want to hear the full story in order, then start from the first story.)

After Bruce Lee had finished the movie “Game of Death,” Bruce Lee passed away. His death had a few causes. First, it seems possible that he had died because of tiredness. He got too tired and might have died because of this. Every time that he works, he gets really tired and falls to the ground unconscious. Then, he gets waked up by his friends. This is a very important part that shows evidence of his death.

Bruce Lee used too much of his muscles. This might be the cause of him being tired. Using muscles and making them work may have made someone tired. Muscles need rest and he does not rest his. All he had done was that he kept on thinking of a better way to practice his Kung Fu. His thinking also made his brain work. Too less rest resulted in tiredness.

Why did Bruce Lee have too less rest? It was because he must practice his Kung Fu. Why must he practice his Kung Fu? He must practice because he needed to make his Kung Fu better in the movies. He needed to do that because he needed to reach his goal. He worked at a rapid rate to work to his goal. This was the most important cause of why he practices his Kung Fu. He practices because of his goals. He practices because of his dreams. He practices because he needs to show the world what real Kung Fu was. His dream finally came true at the end. He completed his mission, but he never deserved to die.

Bruce Lee, the founder of Jeet Kune Do, the Kung Fu expert had passed away. God would keep him in peace in heaven. Allow the universe to meet what real Kung Fu is. The world and everything that exists, meet the real Kung Fu expert, Bruce Lee.

Bruce Lee’s Biography (3)

(This story continues on from my last essay of Bruce Lee. If you want to hear the full story in order, then start from the first story.)

After the term “Kung Fu got into the dictionary, Bruce Lee completed his journey of making America recognize his Kung Fu. He understood that not all Americans knew what real Chinese Kung Fu was. There was still a majority who did not know. Bruce Lee then had the idea of settling in a new place. He then moved to another place and continued teaching his Kung Fu. He taught all sorts of people. He taught people who loved Kung Fu, and he taught people who thought Kung Fu was just a hobby, he taught all sorts of people. After his teaching session was over, he was married. His wife was called Linda.
A few years after Bruce Lee’s marriage, he decided to buy a new basement in another province. So he had, and he started to teach Kung Fu again because he could not earn money if he does not teach. Bruce Lee taught and taught, but none of the teaching had a fast rate of helping his goal complete. One day a miracle came; it was a person from Bruce Lee’s old Hong Kong school. The person was a girl who had no English name but could be called “XiaoMan.” It is based on Chinese Accent. Bruce Lee found out that she was now a good actor. Bruce Lee was happy to hear that and they decided to go into Hollywood together.

First, Bruce Lee acted a series called “Green Hornet.” It is not the newest one, but it is the one that is really old. It has episodes. Bruce Lee’s acting got better and better. At last, all of America knew of this series. Finally, Bruce Lee’s goal was complete.

A few years later, Bruce Lee got a new goal. It was to not to make television shows, but to make movies. He decided to enter Hollywood. The problem was that Hollywood did not allow Bruce Lee and his friend XiaoMan. Bruce Lee did not quit trying, but he was in big trouble.

(To be continued in next story…)

STR 2 §

“Aloha! Girrrrlfriend!” B sneakily wriggled her neck as the letters clinked in to a melody.

“Who ARE you? Girrrrlfriend? You from Hawaii? Did the European catch you on the way to my mansion? Or you rowed you canoe all the way to Beverley Hills? Oh wait! You can’t cause there’s land in between! Ha-ha! Nailed it!” I sneered swinging my elbow up and down with a thumbs us to me. I turned around to reach for my translucent container, which contained some coffee beans. Sat back on my spinning, black, purple, and white themed stool. Pushed my chair to twirl, I pour a humongous amount of beans into the coffee maker. And as I stared at the machine, I imagined the date with Jake this afternoon. The coffee maker looked a little woody with a bunch of cute stickers I decorated it with. The puppies and kittens chasing a ball of wool the same time tickle my laughing point somehow. They always cheer me up…

Drops dipped from the glass while my mind came back to reality. Looking up with my somehow sleepy eyes and stared at Blair. Why is she here again? Oh right! She was trying to find out why I said no to her invitation. So why is she in my kitchen? Oh! She was trying to… What is she trying to do here?

“Look B, you are not getting anything from me, and if you don’t need anything from me, then adios.” I nodded at here wishing her to understand what a GREAT favor if she would leave me alone now. ‘Cause I am gonna video chat with J!!! I can’t have her around! She will destroy the sweet moment, by the way, she always had a different thinking about J and I being a couple.

“No! No! No no no no no… You can’t go! You have to make me breakfast. FYI, I am a guest, you invited me here!” She gazed into my tawny eyes with those puppy eyes again. She knew I am a dog person! No, wait. To be specific, I am a puppy dog person. But I had to say no again like yesterday. So I looked away, and refused to receive the coaxing vibes she sent to me. It is like a mail tossed into the mailbox but declined by the other guy. Calm down Sutton, calm down…

“Uh…No, YOU invited yourself in here. And I am just ignoring you…” But I still turned around again to make her breakfast. Hold a sec…Why? Why am I making her breakfast??!!!

Anyway, I stood there tasted my delicious coffee as the scent of bitterness spread in my mouth. The liquid swallowed down as my tongue moved to push my coffee down. Hmm… The taste of life…

Bruce Lee’s Biography (1)

The warrior Bruce Lee had a long and meaningful life. Before, no one had ever seen any real action kung fu movies. No one ever saw Kung Fu powerful enough to take down someone in one shot. No one ever knew what true power is. Bruce Lee is a person who done many things that turned the world the other way around. In the following, I am about to write about Bruce lee’s biography, it is basically a time line explaining what he done that was meaningful to his objective.
Bruce Lee wanted to spread his Chinese Martial Arts all around America. Bruce Lee was born in America. After Bruce got into elementary school, he returned to Hong Kong. There were many different people in China at that time. Most England people and Japanese people were there. They all teamed up and said many bad things about Chinese People. Bruce could not stand any insults, so he fought. He had got into many fights, but he just returned home injured.
Bruce then got the idea of learning Chinese Kung Fu. After he learned for four years, he got into trouble due to a bunch of bad guys trying to search after him. The bad guys wanted to kill Bruce Lee because Bruce was a rival to those people’s son. Bruce then returned to America for he still had a place to stay if he was in danger.
After Bruce Lee got to America, he needed a job. His uncle also works in America so Bruce had a place to live. Bruce Lee then lived with his uncle until he left to Seattle. His uncle had a secret plan that would make Bruce go to American schools. After Bruce found a job, he got very confused on where he should start.
Bruce Lee met with a black guy who is a taxi driver. Bruce saved him because a bunch of white people attacked him. That was a time of racism. They became good friends ever since. Bruce Lee was very happy he could find a better job introduced to him by his new Friend. The black guy is called Jesse. That time, it was okay for a man to be called Jesse, although now people would think the wrongly about that name. Bruce Lee continued on his mission and got into a school.

(To be continued…)

A Servant’s Injury

January 25, 2012

       I am inHong Kongnow. After a tiring semester, I can go back to my hometown and meet with my relatives, finally. How happy I am to come back!

But soon after I arrived, I got a bad news: My cousin’s servant breaks her foot.

My cousin’s Servant is a nice, young lady fromIndonesia. She lives in my cousin’s house and work for them day and night. Her job is not easy.

Everyday, the servant cleans the house neatly and works hard when my cousins are not at home. When my cousins come back from school, however, they make the house so messy and they ruin her hard work. In addition, when their parents are not at home, the poor servant should take care of the naughty kids, which is a difficult task, of course. If she does anything wrong, she is going to be scolded at. She cooks everyday, but she does not eat a lot; she works the most, but she only sleeps in a sofa. This is the servant’s poor life.

Today morning, exactly same time when I came back toHong Kong, when she was cleaning the window, she accidentally fell back and breaks her foot. It hurt so much that she could not move until my family sent someone to bring her to the hospital.

Now, I begin to pity her:

I know how bad it is to have a broken foot because I experienced it before. I should wear a plaster for two months and I could only walk with two crutches. I could only stay at home and was absence from school for a long time. Wherever I go, my mother should follow me to help me. As if I am a baby, I need to tell my mum even if I only wanted a cup of water. If I only tried to do anything myself, she is going to stop me. This is a painful, suffering, embarrassing state. It is like using a rope to bind your hands and feet, restraining you from moving freely.

I was already lucky enough to have my family nursing me when I was injured. My cousin’s servant was alone in a foreign country and does not have any relatives helping her.

Happiness, It is far From Reach

“Certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” 

This quote is by Thomas Jefferson in the Deceleration of Independence in 1776, have you wondered that why instead of just saying “liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” why can it be “liberty and happiness”? Because the term “happiness” must come from a certain pursuit by the people. Yes, we can have happiness, but is only for a short amount of time, not for long. And sometimes getting too happy about something might cause a serious damage on someone or something, this is in the Chinese old saying “Extreme joy Begets Sorrow”. Likewise, instead of having happiness, not matter how long it is, you will never get a full happiness, because by the time you achived something that make you happy and at the moment of happiness you raises your view point higher than before and eventually you want more and more, this is the pursuit of happiness, we want happiness, but is simply far from your reach. Because the main cause that raises you desire is the desire you have it before, and this kind of show goes on and on forever. Beside of saying that happiness only last less amount of time, you can also says that happiness, although is far from reach, it could be infinity since you just go on as soon as you finished your desire or goal of something. Yes, is like setting a goal for yourself, is a kind of encouragement, without it you will be thinking what’s the meaning of life if there’s no goal for me to gain.  So the existence of happiness actually direct us to be never give up, and keep on going and don’t stop. Happiness is like a tour guide for your life, it gives you direction and it gives goal to gain, but last short, because happiness don’t wait.

Anger, Not for Long

Have you ever get mad at someone? I mean really really mad at someone and sometime you want to kill him, or just simply punch him in the face to unleash your anger. We all know this is wrong, but for me, is natural. Men are born meant to have anger in it. But also, anger to me is just a temporarily frustration, it will be gone just for a matter of hours, sometimes for me is just a matter of minutes!  Yes, I certainly believe that ‘anger’ is only for short period of time. My grandmother once told me, anger won’t change one’s thinking but I will change how one’s looked at you. She is also a Christian, when I was young, I’m very mischievous, and my grandmother always tell me to come to her room while she’s reading her Bible. She told my that Jesus is the creator of the universe, I must be a good boy in-order to go to heaven. And the foods we eat, like the rice we eat every single day, shall not waste any grain of it, or else Jesus will collect it and by the time you died, Jesus will force you to eat it. First I think is reasonable but slow I grew up. Although Science have prove many wrongs toward my Grandmother, but I still believes in him, I believe that Jesus was the creator of everything. So even today, I read Bible and my grandmother will give me a hour or so lecture about the Words of Jesus. There is one thing that influence me the most is the line my grand mother once told me:

“Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold. He who had been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with his hand, that he may have something to share with those in need.” (Ephesians 4:9)

This one little line give me the whole new thought of anger that I should not be angry for over a day. Instead of being angry, do something productive, and helpful. I think all this reasonable just simply because the line from the Bible, this line have remind me to stay calm and do not be angry for too long, is not good for me and the people around me.

Step 1 to Recovery

“Great!”

He seemed enthusiastic about the treatment, an odd response that was more characteristic of the adolescents that I had to regularly visit. Most of them had actual problems, but that was no surprise given the current state of social communication within the modern age; the media didn’t help either, but continued to bring these socially rejected participants down to their knees. But then there were those few perhaps estranged and curiously intelligent individuals who saw the sessions as a sort of learning experience. Those were the bad times; I did not enjoy having children who had for far too long believed their own intellectual superiority endlessly attempt to guess my diagnosis and methods of treatment. If Marcus was similar, then perhaps a fellow ‘colleague’ can be cursed instead. Nonetheless, encouragement was needed, and a smile was planted upon my visage as I asked the obvious question, “Why are you so excited?” Dread crawled into my voice.

He seemed further delighted to answer my question, which consequently sank my hopes. Damn it if I have to face another one of those – why can’t they just go to university or read and realize that the complexity of the mind cannot be so simply understood? “For years I have attempted to rid myself of the curse that has been brought upon my own self. In my twenties, after finishing a basic university education, I was soon able to recognize the prevalent problem.” I raised my eyebrows at his mention of a relatively advanced education – something must have dragged him down to the level that he was at. Pain seemed to flash across his face, which was starring intently at the ceiling. He shivered, turned to stare at the window. It was snowing outside, and the window pane was continuously being battered against by fragile crystals. Only a few streaks where the ice had apparently melted were left to show any sign of existence beyond the pure white. He slowly got up, and walked mutely to the windowpane, sliding his pale hand over it to remove the frost and mist. I patiently waited for a response, carefully noting down this behavior within my notebook. He finally spoke and broke the cold silence of the room, “there was a time, once, when my life seemed to be playing out perfectly. I started my university perhaps better than anyone else – I was an instant hit for my exhilarating conversations, and my professors deemed me worthy of the knowledge that laid beyond the simple books that my friends read.” He slid his finger down the pane, “how beautiful life felt for me back then. Do you realize the true complexity of a human being?” He stopped the slide of his hand, and his eyes moved away from their prior victim of intent concentration, and softly gazed at me.

It was a question that I had pondered about before – one that would have to be inevitably faced when approaching the emotional portions of human mind, both within and outside the conscious. Solemnly, I nodded back at him my understanding.

Seemingly satisfied, he continued on with his slow intent action of sliding his finger down. “The human body is made out an astounding number of unique tissues that all contribute the solitary cause of keeping the host sane and alive. Within each of those,” his finger stopped, and his gaze returned, “you have a immense collection of cells that work perfectly together. And within those cells,” his hand moved right of his original starting point, and began to trail down again, “you have a countless number of proteins. Each of these proteins are chains of hundreds of complex molecules. We could go down further, and provide more examples, but I’m sure that you, in the profession that you are in, would understand.” I nodded. “I had what I could call a satisfying existence. I was like a cell out of the billions, individual in its own way through multiple mutations and accidents, but a complete fit.” His finger was moving faster now, nearly reaching the same vertical end as the other had. “Then,” the line was finished, and his finger moved to form a curve below the two. “there was the incident.” He sighed, and placed two dots beneath the lines. The average typical smiling face ruined to sadness and insane despair by two simple smudges.

Maturity

In other classes that are not the main subjects such as music, honors logic, and honors composition, I share the lessons with other students in a higher grade like seventh and eighth grade. In those classes, I always felt like a beginner and a little sister they would always look after for. I smile towards that situation, but in my heart, I pray for the equality between everyone of us. I am one of the top students in sixth grade, and I enjoy the feeling to be on top. When I got used to all of that, I just couldn’t take the pressure that put me under the rest in other lessons. I kept comforting myself with an unreasonable explanation: Maybe it is just be cause I am younger than them in a lower grade. Although I usually don’t accept these reasons, but I just went with it in one semester.

I really wish that they would treat me like a normal human being who’s capable of managing and sorting all the mess they made for themselves. Sometimes, the word ‘karma’ comes to my head. And I started wondering if it was because I was acting too mighty to other guys. I had just started my journey in the chess’s area. I won other people who learned it before me, but just didn’t play it a lot. I was proud, even though I know I could never follow up to Teacher Jonathan and Teacher Tom’s pace. I had heard about Samuel’s victory in games with them, but not completely out-chess them. I looked up to them, but still felt hurt when others said that I was a baby bird. I had my trials, practices, and exercises, and I had passed all of them. I understand that I’m no beginner, still, I felt like I had the right to say I just started.

“Please, don’t treat me like a child, I am a teenager now. I know what I am doing.” This is what I really wanted to shout to the whole world. I hope for the sound to go all the way to US, Australia, Antarctica, and the Arctic.

I am mature enough to know what I am doing.