Over-the-top fighting scenes.
Hilarious movie covers with the main character doing a bad-ass fighting pose or a flying kick of death.
Bruce Lee flexing every single muscle fiber in his body.
That white-bearded-villain Kung Fu Master who pretty much kills everyone.
Yeah, Kung Fu movies are awesome. Only because they remind me of the good old times with Dad.
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It left me powerless for three days and homeless for two.
I refuged to my parents place only because they had more food than me.
Sleepless and sweaty nights are all I can remember. The floods, fallen trees, and roofless homes are fixable. But post-hurricane, which tend to be windless and humid, are the worst and most traumatizing.
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I erased everything. Kind of by mistake. But I was going to anyways, so I don’t feel that dumb about it. Though, somewhere in my mind, I kind of regret not having a back up of everything.
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