Diary entry number three : Scarred (14/7/2004)
We were
filming for most of the week. On an average day I would tell the guys to meet at
mine at about eleven, and only Ashley would turn up at that time. Me and him
would wait about two hours for Ken and Krishnan to appear, and Masa would phone
up after a few hours to say that he couldn't be bothered to come after all and
we'd all be annoyed with him.
The film
however was actually Masa's idea in the first place. I guess he just liked
planning it in his head, but didn't really like taking part. Which is a shame
really because Masa's a cool fighter, he makes everything look cool. He spins
around a lot when he kicks, and he always drives forward to make things look more
aggressive.
Filming
was a lot of fun. I could do it for days. It's great. I love being behind the
camera and thinking up choreography. It's cool.
When Masa
did finally arrive we shot a fight between the two of us that lasts a very long
time.
Well after
we finished and the others had gone home me and Masa had a bokken (wooden
sword.) fight. If you've read the notes on people in my life then you'll know
that Masa is good with swords. The other day he did 3000 slashes with his sword.
I do about 0. But when I was fighting with Masa I was actually beating him for a
while, and he went NUTS. Masa likes moving forward when he's fighting, and when
he's even more aggressive when he's annoyed.
It was
pretty inevitable that eventually somebody would get hit. We have quite a
dramatic idea of training.
I've been
in so many moments like this that you begin to recognise the stages.
1.
Darkness
2. The
sound of what happened
3.
Somebody around you will say something, probably 'Shit!'
4. You
feel it everywhere
5. You
fall
6. You can
see
7. You
hurt like hell, but only where it's meant to be.
I live in
moments like these. It's almost refreshing to be in a state the isn't quite
awake or asleep. Just flashes of red yellow and green over a black background.
And I always can smell pain, it sounds stupid, but I always feel it at the
bridge of my nose the most.
So I fell
to the ground and bled into my hands. I bled a lot. Probably more than I've ever
bled before. The guys were around me shouting stuff. I remember cupping my hands
until the blood filled them, and then releasing it onto the ground. Very odd
image. Quite artistic.
And I
didn't cry. I really thought that I would, I cry very easily.
Masa
called his Mum, who gave me a lift to the hospital. His family are very nice and
caring. Masa said that the Japanese way is 'to put the needs of other before
yourself'. Sounds like a good way to live, I might try it sometime.
Me and
Masa waited in casualty. It was good of him to stay with me. I sat leaking blood
into a flannel that I held to my head, the people sitting around the place
looked at me in half disgust half worry. I helped a woman in a wheel chair get
across to the phone and felt a smug sense of generosity as I was waiting. Masa's
mum and sister came in to see how i was, I told them that I was alright, which i
was, but I still didn't tell them how it happened.
Annoyingly
in the NHS hospitals you're not allowed to eat or drink until the assessment
nurse has seen you. Masa had bought me some Lilt and I wasn't allowed to have it
for another two hours. There was some women who's husband had broken his thumb
or something saying how they should sue the NHS. What kind of monster would sue
the NHS?!
Well
eventually they put the skin back together again. No stitches, just plasters and
glue. I'm not allowed to get it wet, which includes sweating.
They
didn't get to it very quickly (Then again for an English hospital this was quite
fast.) considering the damage that can occur with an open wound of this size
after a while. I've been told that scarring is pretty much definite, I don't
know how bad it'll be, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was pretty bad, we did
wait a long time before getting seen.
Just now
as I was writing this Masa was on MSN messenger talking to me about it. He said
that his Mum suggested that they give me some money to make up for what
happened, based on my suggestion. What the hell am I supposed to say? I couldn't
take any money, it wouldn't be right. I'm not going to say how much it would
cost for someone to scar me. It was my fault as much as it was Masa's. Although
Masa did offer to buy me dinner sometime, and I being the glutton that I am
accepted. Masa's not allowed to see me for a while, his parents won't let him.
Which kinda sucks because I only have four more days before we go separate ways.
Hmm, I
could have milked an awful lot of cash out of this...
Shame...
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