正義番長 Mao toi la viet (dunno the tones heh)
A poor struggling artist trying to live his own way in a confined business run world.
Hmm about me huh? Well my story isn't for the weak of heart. Actually it probably isn't for anyone, because it's probably really boring. So I'll just go over some aspects.
Born in Manhattan New York. We lived in Queens, Brooklyn and eventually moved over to Jersey before heading out to California where my mom was from. We'd end up moving every couple of years because rent would go up and we couldn't afford to stay where we were.
I started learning martial arts from my father when I was about 4 years old, he's a 3rd degree black belt in Japanese JiuJitsu so he taught me the basics. He got tired of teaching though and sent me to sign up at the local Tae Kwon Do school. Every time we'd move I'd have to sign up at a new school, usually learning a new style as well. I stuck through doing martial arts at least 3-6 days a week up until the day I turned 18. Lots of the time I had wanted to quit, because giving up my days to train and tire myself out while other kids were just home goofing off or hanging out and so on seemed like a waste to me. But after I turned 18 I was off to college where I began teaching a weird TKD/Karate mix to elementary school kids all across the San Jose area up north. Teaching the kids was a lot of fun, one of my favorite jobs ever. Had to go through a lot because parents didn't like a kid teaching their kids, but after a while I'd have the parents asking me to teach them. I did that for a couple years but hadn't really trained myself in 3 or so years, until I joined a WuShu school back down in San Diego. I trained pretty good there for about a year, then got the chance to go to Beijing to train WuShu out there. My first day there though I ended up ripping my Achilles tendon and had to quit training for good pretty much. I fell into a bit of depression thinking my martial arts life was over, Achilles injuries always seemed the worst to me, and Martial Arts had always been a big part of my life. I haven't ever gotten my foot completely fixed, so still hurts like hell everyday, but much less than it used to. I couldn't walk for at least over 6 months, and couldn't walk properly for almost 2 years. The injury happened about 4 years ago, back in 2004. About 6 months ago I started training a lot again and now I'm back on track to where I want to be. Although my skill level has dropped significantly and I'm embarrassed for people to see me, especially people who knew me before my injury and before I was 18 heh.
That's my Martial Arts history, now for my acting one heh.
At around 10-12 I began an acting career. It didn't really get anywhere because I looked "too young" according to all the casting directors I would go see. I got a couple small things, but nothing significant. Then I had to drop my agent, who took advantage of me anyway, and had to start focusing on school. Later when I was about 16-17 I tried to get back into it again with a new passion and drive. I almost got a couple leading roles on tv shows, but this time I was too old heh. Then I had the opportunity to get on some high school drama show, but I was leaving for college then and my parents told me college was more important. So I left. Acting had to go on the back burner for a while. I tried once or twice to get back into it in the later years, but never had the opportunity or had to back out before I could really pursue it. Now I'm driven more than ever and on my way back to the life of acting and trying to get myself recognized. With the help of some friends, learning new acting techniques and getting some tips on where I should start and how I should approach the whole thing. Acting as an adult seems, so far anyway, much different from acting as a child. Exciting and scary it's the path I've chosen and the one I'll be on forever hopefully.
Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power.