July 24, 2004
Pak Mei & Wing Chun
Extraido de http://www.yaolin.com.au/kung_fu/pak_mei/pak_mei.html
Pak Mei History
"Pak Mei existed in the late 1600's during the Ching Dynasty. It was within the walls of Siu Lum Jee (Shaolin Temple) where an anonymous Monk trained and mastered his Kung Fu skills. He was selected with three others - a nun Ng Mui, Jee Shin Shim See and Fung Doe Duk - to learn from a Tibetan Lama who was visiting the Temple at the time. The Manchurians, ruler of China during the Ching Dynasty, suspected a gathering of revolutionaries who wanted to overthrow the Ching government and rebuild the Ming Dynasty.
The Manchurian Emperor sent an army to destroy the rebellions. At that time Ma Lin Yee, a monk who was dismissed from the temple for breaking a precious lamp given by an emperor, became a traitor and gave information to the Manchurians. The attack came as a surprise. Many monks died trying to protect themselves and the burning Temple. 18 monks escaped from the destruction.
But once the Manchurian commander learned about the 18 survivors, he ordered his army to hunt them down, stopping them from spreading their knowledge and their cowardly attack. 13 monks were found and killed, while the 5 survivors travelled to Ngor Mei Mountain. A 3099m high mountain with about 70 monasteries and temples at that time,is the best place to hide from the Manchurians. They took refuge at a Taoist Kwong Wai Temple. When the five masters requested to stay at the temple, the Abbot Taoist priest asked for their names. They all responded, except for the anonymous Monk. He hesitated to tell the priest, knowing he was one of the wanted men. The Taoist Priest understood his reasons, accepted him and gave him the name Pak Mei, because of the anonymous Monk's distinctive
white eyebrows.
The five Masters needed to create a new system. The Old Shaolin system took 15 to 20 years to master - too long to take revenge - and the Manchurians who may attack at any time if their hideout was given away.
Pak Mei led the life of a hermit studying Taoism and Taoist Kung Fu. It was here that Pak Mei refined his Kung Fu by combining Shaolin and Taoist training with his study of the fighting animals of the Ngor Mei region. His style was known as Ngor Mei Siu Lum, an external and internal system. The other four masters also developed their own system.
Ng Mui the nun: Mui Fa Kuen (Plum Blossom Fist)
Jee Shin Shim Shee: Kept the traditional Shaolin System, But was later responsible for a lot of the new Southern styles.
Fung Dao Duk: Pack Fu Pai (White Tiger Style)
Mew Hin the unshaved monk: Ng Ying Kung Keun (5 animal style) and 18 Taoist palms
They were all so very content with their new fighting styles that they started to test and challenge each other. This was also for them to decide who was the best person to spy on the royal palace and gain information to plan for their revenge. After many tests and fights they came to the conclusion that Pak Mei and Fung Dao Duk were the best. The two styles looked quite similar and are often confused. But Pak Mei was finally chosen to take on this dangerous task while the others would travel and start rebellions and secret societies.
Jee Shin Shim See travelled back to the Shaolin Temple after it was rebuilt and became the abbot. He taught numerous students, such as Hung Hei Gung (Hung Gar), Lau Soan Ngan (Lau Gar), Lee Yao San (Lee Gar), Choy Gau Yee (Choy Gar), and Mok Ching Gui (Mok Gar). And also Fong Sai Yuke the son of Mew Choi Fa (the daughter of Mew Hin). Ng Mui went to a nearby village near the Shaolin Temple where she taught her Kung Fu to Mew Choi Fa, and later became the master of Yin Wing Chun (the founder of the Wing Chun style). The Taoist priest Fung Dao Duk travelled from village to village helping, healing and teaching people while Mew Hin went around the country side. Pak Mei stayed at the Ngor Mei Mountain. He became the Abbot of the whole Ngor Mei Mountain and gained the name Pak Mei Do Yun (White eyebrow Taoist Priest).
The secret societies established by the five Masters was called the Anti Ching Triads. Like Hung Mun the famous society that's responsible for a lot of today's modern triads. They use the phrase FAN CHING FUK MING (overthrow the Ching, restore the Ming). These four Characters were also represented by four fingers and a fist - these were the code of their societies. Each master had their own hand respect and this can still been seen at the start and end of a Kung Fu form or pattern. Pak Mei's hand respect is different from the rest. The vertical right palm on top of the left fist. If ever the Manchurians asked them what these hand respect meant, they would say a different phrase: SEY HOI YUT GAR (All men are brothers within the four seas).
Pak Mei and his students went on their task but failed to the emperor's trap. He joined the forces of the Manchurians to save his students from torture and death, helping them to locate the rebellions and teaching his deadly kung fu system to the army and the emperor's bodyguards. While gaining followers in Northern China, the Southerners turned against him for betraying his fellow revolutionaries and Pak Mei's martial art was called "the forbidden style". The Emperor ordered him to take soldiers to the Shaolin temple and capture the rest of the rebellions. Pak Mei was confronted by Jee Shin Shim See at the front of the temple. This was to distract Pak Mei while the rebellions try to escape, but in the end Jee Shim lost his life to Pak Mei. The ones who escaped later took vengeance on Pak Mei.
One of them were Fong Sai Yuke, the best fighter among the other students. Since childhood his mother Mew Choi Fa was taught by her master Ng Mui to bath him in Tid Da Jowl (Chinese Medicine) then condition his whole body by hitting him with a stick. His body was Tune Pey Tid Gruck (copper skin, iron bones). Pak Mei had known the boy since young and knew the lower spine of Fong Sai Yuke wasn't conditioned. Pak Mei struck his lower spine with fatal results and the rest all hesitated to take revenge again.
Pak Mei retired from the Manchurians and spent the rest of his life back in Kwong Wai Temple. It was there he taught his whole system to monk Kwong Wai. It is written in a Taoist book that Pak Mei lived for over 100 years. In respect to his Sifu, Kwong Wai named the Kung Fu system Pak Mei. Knowing how deadly this Martial Art is, it was taught only to a selected Monk within Ngor Mei Mountain. Kwong Wai passed this system to Chuk Fat Wan who later accepted a second disciple called Cheung Lai Chun. "
July 23, 2004
Haz lo que quieras
He aqui una verdad que me fue revelada anoche viendo kill bill:
Que tenemos que hacer, cual es nuestra obligacion en la vida?
Nada, ninguna.
No es lo que tenemos, sino lo que queremos hacer.
Debemos hacer lo que queramos.
July 19, 2004
Paintball Strippers
El otro dia fuimos a jugar al paintball. Habia gente haciendo una despedida de soltero. Me cai al suelo del susto al ver lo buena que estaba la stripper. Debi darme un golpe en la cabeza porque toda mi percepcion de la vida se ha tambaleado.
Sospecho que hay un mundo oculto, un mundo al que solo se llega con dinero o con suerte. Un mundo de strippers ultramacizas y salvajes, donde merece la pena cazar la comida, donde solo sobrevive el mas fuerte y se muere joven. Sospecho que tiene que ver con un viaje a cuba.
Me pregunto que me paso. No fue mi mente la que dijo "Corcholis Roge, esa chica es muy atractiva no crees?". Tampoco fue mi polla la que hablo rugiendo algo como "Dioooosssss".
Fue algo que he estado tapando dia tras dia, algo escondido en el sotano, muy al fondo. Algo que casi habian logrado que olvidase. Algo que la maquinaria industrial me ha hecho olvidar y que solo alcanzo a oler levemente, o a ver los restos de color que deja.
Es algo que me devuelve a los leones. Algo egoista e irracional. Por un momento vi con claridad. No podria explicaros lo que vi aunque hablara hasta aburrir. Pero lo vi.
Mi parte racional lo rechaza, bien educada por las reglas de la sociedad. Que le jodan a mi parte racional. No permitire que muera mi yo verdadero.
Que es el amor? Una comodidad cobarde en la que te escudas para no tener que luchar? Un convenio social que te ata para los restos? un seguro de vida? una manera de llegar a viejo? En una sociedad ideal no existirian las novias sino que habria humanos. Todos con todos, como los animales.
ROARGGHHH!!!
July 13, 2004
Que tengas suertecita
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" que tengas suertecita
que te conceda la vida
que cada día
lo que mereces
que no te falte de nada que encuentres el buen camino que no hagas caso de aduladores que tengas suertecita (x2) que no te falte capacidad que no pierdas más el tiempo que no hagas demasiado caso que no te falte esa canción |  |
Y el principito viajó a otro planeta en el que había alguien que se le parecía físicamente, solo que algo mayor un joven post-adolescente.
El también tenia rizos dorados y un abrigo largo, solo que este era negro y no llevaba bufanda.
El joven no paraba de caminar rapidamente, de repente se paraba y tomaba otra dirección con facciones consternadas todo el rato.
-Hola- dijo el principito
HOLA, NO ME PUEDO PARAR,PERO ACOMPÁÑAME SI QUIERES MIENTRAS CORRO.- Respondio el joven
- Por que corres?- pregunto el principito
PORQUE TENGO QUE RECORRER MUCHO TODAVIA
- Cuanto?
NO SE,PERO MUCHO,Y SI ME PARO AUNQUE SEA UN MOMENTO MUCHOS ME ADELANTARAN.
- Quienes, si estas solo en tu planeta...
HAY MAS GENTE EN OTROS PLANETAS,TODOS CORRIENDO COMO YO Y SI ME PARO ELLOS ME ADELANTARAN.
- No pueden adelantarte si no recorréis el mismo trayecto..
PERO RECORRERAN MAS QUE YO Y LLEGARAN ANTES QUE YO.
- El zorro me enseño la amistad, quieres que seamos amigos?
ME ENCANTARIA SER TU AMIGO,PERO NO CREO QUE QUIERAS CORRER A MI LADO DURANTE MUCHO TIEMPO.
- Lo intentaré- dijo el principito mientras seguía caminando rápidamente siguiendo al joven.
VERAS,ESTOY MUY SOLO EN ESTE PLANETA,PERO SI ME PARO A BUSCAR GENTE PERDERE LA CARRERA, CADA SEGUNDO ES VITAL.
YA NO RECUERDO PORQUE EMPECE A CORRER,PERO SI ME PARO A PENSAR POR QUE CORRO YA DARA IGUAL PORQUE HABRE PERDIDO.
- Y por que quieres ganar?
GANAR ES LO UNICO IMPORTANTE....¿NO?
ADEMAS ESTA CARRERA NO DURARA PARA SIEMPRE,LLEGARA UN MOMENTO EN EL QUE PUEDA PARAR, Y ENTONCES PODRAS VENIR Y SEREMOS AMIGOS.
- Hasta entonces, amigo.
HASTA ENTONCES PRINCIPITO.
Y el principito se marcho hacia el siguiente planeta, pensando si realmente regresaría en el futuro a ver a este extraño ser
July 7, 2004
Duelo Hacker
Anoche tuve mi primer duelo hacker.
Volvia de casa de dani de jugar a la game cube y comer pizza a eso de las 12 e hice las tipicas comprobaciones, el correo, a ver zonalibre como va, a ver si han dejao algun comment en mi web.. total que me logeo a zonalibre como root y me dice: last login hoy a las 16:00 desde munjenjunjen.nisu.biolog.flaskan.hu
mal rollito.. yo no conozco a nadie en hungria.. y seguro que joshua tampoco..
Hice un ps y vi que habia mazo de procesos llamados sambal y que el hacker hungaro cabron seguia conectado. Basicamente le lance los shurikens y las bombas de humo y no intento volver a entrar (probablemente estaria comiendose un kebab el cabron, seguro que es un gordo con granos que en vez de follar se dedica a joder por internet..) el caso es que habia dejado un directorio oculto lleno de scripts de hackeo masivo en /tmp/.temp/ .
El cabron hungaro maloliente Habia escaneado la red desde mi servidor y obtenido un listado con varios sistemas vulnerables. Comprobe que no me habia instalado un rootkit, bloquee su ip con iptables (y toda la clase C, aunque dudo que me sirva de mucho..) me baje sus scripts a mi casa y los borre.
Probablemente volvera, ya que no tengo ni puta idea de por donde ha entrado.
Hoy he dormido cuatro horas.
Necesito un cafe..
July 2, 2004
Solo tengo rumba pa ti
Bienvenido a la generacion iluminada.
El camino esta claro, la fruta es perfecta pero no sabe a nada.
Nadie se quiere sacrificar.
Que esta pasando en cuba papi?
No te salgas de la raya o no sabes a donde iras.
No necesitas un reloj con minutero y segundero.
El cambio da miedo.
Nadie quiere la muerte.
Pero la muerte es necesaria, pero que les toque a otros.
No me creo nada.
Imaginate en un mundo en el que tuvieras que cazar para comer. Que tuvieras un abrigo de piel que te durara toda la vida. En que los peces volvieran al mar y no hubiera que atarse a uno pa toa la via. Que el mundo fuera tu casa y no hubiera que comprarse una.
"Mira a los cubanos, no tienen nada pero estan felices, por que? porque estan tol dia follando.."
Dias de futbol.