Martial Art for the Streets?

Im picking between Karate,Jeet kune Do, kung fu and krav maga.





what should i pick?why?





this is strictly for real life situations and fights at school, what would be the best martial art to defend myself?





no stupid answers like running please lol

Martial Art for the Streets?
I would pick Krav Maga, because it is a modern MA and it is trained for street situations. In Krav Maga, you are trained to do anything that is necessary for your survival, including the use of surrounding objects, so you are allowed to fight dirty, in the streets, who cares about fighting dirty as long as you survive? One more thing, Jeet Kune Do is not a martial art, it is a philosophy from Bruce Lee about martial arts.
Reply:9 milli style lol





nah i would say mma jus ground and pound the mofo and if theres more than one guy....jus whoop some *** till u can get away
Reply:Krav maga looked real bad *** on Human weapon. But of all the styles shown on human weapon. I would say the Marine Corp Martial Arts was the baddest and best for street fighting. This coming from some one who has never fought before. Also to learn it you have to be a Marine and that is an honor. Don't fight in school then you'll get booted out and never become a Marine. Don't be stupid!!!
Reply:If you just want to defend yourself. I simply recommend you doing some weights. Fights at school is simply trading punches. As if they all know martial arts. Fights at schools could be most dependent on the basics of martial arts, that is reflex, practice on your reflex by doing more sports, etc.





Learning some dirty fighting would be good too. Any of the martial arts you chose is pretty much the same, either one could beat each other. Its just different people, maybe you should consult a martial arts teacher for this question. Maybe they could have a test for what martial arts is best for you?
Reply:pick three skills for deffence only
Reply:Jeet Kune Do. Karate and Kung Fu are too hit-and-miss as far as school quality goes (some are great and some not so much), and Krav is too damaging for a simple school yard fight.
Reply:jujitsu wouuld be the best type of martial arts for this situation. because the best way to win is to try and avoid the fight so no one gets hurt. but jujitsu is strictly salf defense and take downs. and all that good stuff
Reply:First, running away isn't a stupid answer. I'm not saying cower every time someone looks at you, but if you go around with an aggressive mindset escalating any possible situation into a fight, you won't last long. If I start talkin some trash in jest, but you take it seriously and attack me, I just might stab you. Or call in my buddy to hit you in the back of the head with whatever blunt object is nearest to him. You may wake up some time later, you may never wake up again.


Anyway, almost any martial art is good if you learn it well, and sometimes with supplementation (as in an art which does not take weapons into account). Although you make want to take into account your body type or natural affinity for things (like proficiency with Tae Kwon Do requires a lot of footspeed, Muay Thai requires the body of a Muay Thai fighter, grapplers need a really good sense of balance).
Reply:ed paker kenpo karate was made for street fighting and it relly works
Reply:kickboxing, muay thai, and weight training
Reply:If 'running' is a stupid answer, then maybe your intent is in question. You want to hurt someone who insults you?


Martial arts as originally... you know 1000 years ago was DESIGNED FOR THE "street". Everyone seems to forget that the monks walked around with a long stick or a 'monk spade'. There were bandits murderers around almost every bend and it was life or death on both sides. At the time getting into a temple was life or death for kids. I digress. FInd a True teacher.... simple question... What is a martial Artist.... not a Karate master or a kung Fu master?


If the answer involves 4 aspects of the martial artist then you may have found a teacher...

peach fruit

What was your favorite Nintendo game?

And I mean old school Nintendo, none of this newfangled stuff. The good old days of Super Mario Brothers, Duck Hunt, Kung Fu (complete with the cheesy music), Paperboy, Mega Man, Ninja Gaiden, and oh yes, Zelda. And the ORIGINAL Final Fantasy. Just to name a few. Those are a few of mine, what did you rot your brains to?

What was your favorite Nintendo game?
The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, one of the best games EVER period
Reply:ocarina of time isn't even a nintendo game - that's on N64 Report It

Reply:Super Mario Brothers of course! hehe
Reply:I like Metroid, One of the hardest games invented
Reply:super mario bros. 1 and 3 (not too crazy about 2)
Reply:Mario Bros.
Reply:Super Mario 3 and Paperboy
Reply:POKEMON b i t c h!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reply:i love all the Marios.
Reply:Mike tysons punch out, hands down! It ranks as one of my favorite games of all time as well! I also liked the japaneese fire emblems, Super mario bros, Metroid, earthbound, Final Fantasy 6 (3), Breath of fire, Chrono trigger, Legend of zelda 1 and 2, and more!
Reply:I'd have to go with Tecmo %26amp; Super Tecmo Bowl for Nintendo. It's almost impossible to score 70 points in a game in Tecmo Bowl but I accomplished this feat(I call it the magical 70). Just a fun game!!!!
Reply:RockMan!![Megaman] I loved *and still love* the Mega Man games on Nintendo
Reply:NES: Super Mario Bros


SNES: Super Mario RPG


GB: Super Mario and the 7 stars


N64: Super Mario 64 (favorite game ever)


GBA: Final Fantasy Tactics Advance


GCN: Resident Evil 4


DS: Super Mario 64 DS





almost every nintendo sistem for ya =P
Reply:I knkew someone was going to get me started on this.. i love them all, but some favs were mega man 1 and 2, al the marios, i loved contra and life force, guantlet,seicross, mach rider, ... and cant forget the metal gears, real old school there!! vindacators was hard but fun, master blaster!! was awesome!! i didnt know untill a few years ago that with the second control you can control the ducks on duck hunt.. hehe that game was soo much fun!! cant forget toobin!! throwing cans and floating was great, i remember staying up all night with my uncle to beat that game!


I beat final fantasy and had to get the one one ps, but that wasnt as good, so a few months ago i had to get out my nintendo and play it again, got far untill i rented the new gta liberty city stories hehe


kung fu was the greatest, cheesy music, going into a japanese looking hut to rescue silvia, an american looking girl.. hehe





cant forget river city ransom either, that was my fav game for awhile cuz you had to fight for money to buy food and stuff, it was great, even found a secret shop in a tunnel... lots of great moments there..


metroid was good too, the only good one, old school and impossable to beat, lol, like mario 3, i never truly "beat" it, i found a door in the last castle near the beggining that i could go halfway through and on the other side i would be halfway through a wall, then i hold right and go through a wall to the end fight, hehe, i know im bad, but you had to cheat when it came to reg nintendo, was like old school, anything goes! lol





too many to list, lol, I could go on for hours and hours on this, but i wont, i think they were all good
Reply:Tetris; Mario 1, 2 and 3; Blades of Steel; Ninja Turtles; Dragon Warrior
Reply:Super Smash Bros. and Super Monkey Ball are one of the best party games I ever played.





If you're talking solo games, I would choose Legend of Zelda: The Windwaker. It's a fun stragety game. Quite puzzling.
Reply:My faviorate game beside Kung Fu, Super Mario Bros., and Zelda is Nightshade...


because it's a unique mystery and fighting game and it funny too.
Reply:contra


bubble bobble


nemo: dream master


dragon warrior IV


final fantasy


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how come some people listed things that aren't on the old nes? like zelda:windwaker, pokemon, chrono trigger (among other snes greats)





didn't they read the question?
Reply:super mario doctor original
Reply:My all time favorite game was Arcinoid (kind of like a supped up version of pong). I was thanking my lucky stars when Game Genie came out and I was actually able to beat it. Mario games were always a classic, he was the ultimate plat former. My friends and I loved Contra, who could forget the fist fights we would get into over who would get the spray gun. You could always count on Excite Bike to give you hours of enjoyment by making a nearly endless course of jump ramps and see how many times you could bounce the screen. Tetris is still addictive, again more fists fights trying to get the other person to mess up during duel play. I loved Mega Man for all of the lvls and all of the cool bosses. I never realized how hard this game was til I bought the anniversary edition and tried playing it again. And of course there is the timeless Zelda. Link and his little sword of fury, the song you can never get out of your head, and the puzzles. *Starts reminiscing.....*
Reply:Man all these people are talking up the new Zelda's without paying homage to the ones that brought us all that. You say Zelda and I'm all over it! I love zelda games, they rock hardcore!! But how can anyone forget the very first two? Zelda and Zelda2 (Named Link). They are the best ones still.. They were for Nintendo.





Not Nintendo 64 or any of that jazz but the real old one. The one that was a box you opened a lid to, stuck the game in and pressed gently down. Never did beat ethier though.. my brother kept erasing them.. but I plan to get an emulatior soon and get back in the game to kick the big bad pig, Gannon!
Reply:Moonwalker or sumthing like that with m.jackson in white beatin up ninjas. And SUPER Mario Bros.
Reply:Yoshi's island and supermario all stars and kirbys dreamcourse

Char. vocies.?

I am only 15 almost 16 and I love making char voices i can do a lot diff. kind of voices and I really want to start a career in this. But i need serious help of how to become someone becomes active in this career!





Should i go into an art school that does with voice Or can i just jump into it finding a job but how i saw on tv they needed two people to do voices for kung fu panda so i tried to inter contest here u have to be ages 9-14 :(





Please help me i really want this career but have no idea how to become active in this such career what are the needs like schooling and ect.

Char. vocies.?
I would contact the screen actors guild of america. they handle a lot of such actors who do voices, they could likely provide you with more information on how to get started on such a career. A demo tape of your work would be very helpful. Michael Winslow of the Police Academy movies is a fine character voice person, if you can find how to contact him, ask him how he got started.

ALL BETS IN -THE WINNER GETS 10 points?

2 guys @ my school how are fighting , 1 is a close Friend and i want no his chances. AFTER THE FIGHT I WILL CHOOSE


THE YAHOO WINNER IF HE/SHE PREDICTS THE FIGHT eg- person A wins by k.o. because of punches or knees,i.e in detail





PERSON A


5''5


Very stong, can bench and squat more than in school.


Has lost to taller strickers but also beaten boxer.


He has a wrestling style im not sure what type . looks like judo or ju-jitsu and know a little boxing





PERSON B





5''7


Fast,knows how to fight ,he is known for he's karate or kung- fu.


he's been doing boxing for about 10 months


he is exlenent with his stricking


weight is 50-70 he' has alot of fight exp.





i'll try to post there post fight on you tube

ALL BETS IN -THE WINNER GETS 10 points?
I am going to take Person B will win this fight by knocking Person A out with a punch to the face
Reply:i reckon person B. he sounds harder.
Reply:its easy person A will win becoz he has a different types of fighting so person B can't sure where he will hit him but person A can make strategies as u said that person B fighting style is kung-fu or karate.
Reply:I am going for A - he's got a lower point of gravity (smaller) will be harder to knock down.


Also love the underdog
Reply:I am betting....that you need to get a life!
Reply:Person B will win by knocking Person A on his butt with a right cross
Reply:I'll go with B.
Reply:The guy with the darker hair will win.
Reply:person A takes the cake by a brutal ground and pound.
Reply:I'm betting this is a gigantic load of BS.
Reply:you lack enough sufficeint, and critical, information on person A for me to determine who would really win. We don't even know how much fight experience that A has.





If A is a wrestler, then B will win if he stays out of grab reach. However, if B gets too close or gets leg caught, B will trip him down into a grappling pin. The fight can only be ended in close quarters, so I say A wins via pin and maybe some punches to the pinned guy.
Reply:person B i thnking
Reply:Person B
Reply:The one who avoids the fight wins.
Reply:dee dee dee!
Reply:person 2 with an uppercut

wallflower

What you think of this Prince article?

John Nelson turns sixty-nine today, and all the semiretired piano man wants for his birthday is to shoot some pool with his firstborn son. "He's real handy with a cue," says Prince, laughing, as he threads his old white T-bird through his old black neighborhood toward his old man's house. "He's so cool. The old man knows what time it is." Hard time is how life has traditionally been clocked in North Minneapolis; this is the place 'Time' forgot twelve years ago when the magazine's cover trumpeted "The Good Life in Minnesota," alongside a picture of Governor Wendell Anderson holding up a walleye. Though tame and middle-class by Watts and Roxbury standards, the North Side offers some of the few mean streets in town. The old sights bring out more Babbitt than Badass is Prince as he leads a leisurely tour down the main streets of his inner-city Gopher Prairie. He cruises slowly, respectfully: stopping completely at red lights, flicking on his turn signal even when no one's at an intersection. Gone is the wary Kung Fu Grasshopper voice with which Prince whispers when meeting strangers or accepting Academy Awards. Cruising peacefully with the window down, he's proof in a paisley jump suit that you can always go home again, especially if you never really left town. Tooling through the neighborhood, Prince speaks matter-of-factly of why he toyed with early interviewers about his father and mother, their divorce and his adolescent wanderings between the homes of his parents, friends and relatives. "I used to tease a lot of journalists early on," he says, "because I wanted them to concentrate on the music and not so much on me coming from a broken home. I really didn't think that was important. What was important was what came out of my system that particular day. I don't live in the past. I don't play my old records for that reason. I make a statement, then move on to the next." The early facts, for the neo-Freudians: John Nelson, leader of the Prince Rogers jazz trio, knew Mattie Shaw from North Side community dances. A singer sixteen years John's junior, Mattie bore traces of Billie Holiday in her pipes and more than a trace of Indian and Caucasian in her blood. She joined the Prince Rogers trio, sang for a few years around town, married John Nelson and dropped out of the group. She nicknamed her husband after the band; the son who came in 1958 got the nickname on his birth certificate. At home and on the street, the kid was "Skipper." Mattie and John broke up ten years later, and Prince began his domestic shuttle. "That's where my mom lives," he says nonchalantly, nodding toward a neatly trimmed house and lawn. "My parents live very close by each other, but they don't talk. My mom's the wild side of me; she's like that all the time. My dad's real serene; it takes the music to get him going. My father and me, we're one and the same." A wry laugh. "He's a little sick, just like I am." "That was the church I went to growing up," says Prince. "I wonder who's getting married." A fat little kid waves, and Prince waves back. "Just all kinds of things here," he goes on, turning right. "There was a school right there, John Hay. That's where I went to elementary school," he says, pointing out a field of black tar sprouting a handful of bent metal basketball rims. "And that's where my cousin lives. I used to play there every day when I was twelve, on these streets, football up and down this block. That's his father out there on the lawn." These lawns are where Prince the adolescent would also amuse his friends with expert Prince is fiddling with the tape deck inside the T-Bird. On low volume comes his unreleased "Old Friends 4 Sale," an arrow-to-the-heart rock ballad about trust and loss. Unlike "Positively 4th Street" -- which Bob Dylan reputedly named after a nearby Minneapolis block -- the lyrics are sad, not bitter. "I don't know too much about Dylan," says Prince, "but I respect him a lot. 'All Along the Watchtower' is my favorite of his. I heard it first from Jimi Hendrix." He turns onto Plymouth, the North Side's main strip. When Martin Luther King got shot, it was Plymouth Avenue that burned. "We used to go to that McDonald's there," he says. "I didn't have any money, so I'd just stand outside there and smell stuff. Poverty makes people angry, brings out their worst side. I was very bitter when I was young. I was insecure and I'd attack anybody. I couldn't keep a girlfriend for two weeks. We'd argue about anything." Across the street from McDonald's, Prince spies a smaller landmark. He points to a vacant corner phone booth and remembers a teenage fight with a strict and unforgiving father. "That's where I called my dad and begged him to take me back after he kicked me out," he begins softly. "He said no, so I called my sister and asked her to ask him. So she did, and afterward told me that all I had to do was call him back, tell him I was sorry, and he's take me back. So I did, and he still said no. I sat crying at that phone booth for two hours. That's the last time I cried.In the years between that phone-booth breakdown and today's pool game came forgiveness. Says Prince, "Once I made it, got my first record contract, got my name on a piece of paper and a little money in my pocket, I was able to forgive. Once I was eating every day, I became a much nicer person." But it took many more years for the son to understand what a jazzman father needed to survive. Prince figured it out when he moved into his purple house. "I can be upstairs at the piano, and Rande [his cook] can come in," he says. "Her footsteps will be in a different time, and it's real weird when you hear something that's a totally different rhythm than what you're playing. A lot of times that's mistaken for conceit or not having a heart. But it's not. And my dad's the same way, and that's why it was hard for him to live with anybody. I didn't realize that until recently. When he was working or thinking, he had a private pulse going constantly inside him. I don't know, your bloodstream beats differently." Prince pulls the T-Bird into an alley behind a street of neat frame houses, stops behind a wooden one-car garage and rolls down the window. Relaxing against a tree is a man who looks like Cab Calloway. Dressed in a crisp white suit, collar and tie, a trim and smiling John Nelson adjusts his best cuff links and waves. "Happy birthday," says the son. "Thanks," says the father, laughing. Nelson says he's not even allowing himself a piece of cake on his birthday. "No, not this year," he says with a shake of the head. Pointing at his son, Nelson continues, "I'm trying to take off ten pounds I put on while visiting him in Los Angeles. He eats like I want to eat, but exercises, which I certainly don't." Father then asks son if maybe he should drive himself to the pool game so he won't have to be hauled all the way back afterward. Prince says okay, and Nelson, chuckling, says to the stranger, "Hey, let me show you what I got for my birthday two years ago." He goes over to the garage and gives a tug on the door handle. is a An "That. "We used parts of my past and present to make the story pop more, but it was a story. My dad wouldn't have nothing to do with guns. He never swore, still doesn't, and never drinks." Prince looks in his rearview mirror at the car tailing him. "He don't look sixty-nine, do he? He's so cool. He's got girlfriends, lots of 'em." Prince drives alongside two black kids walking their bikes. "Hey, Prince," says one casually. "Hey," says the driver with a nod, "how you doing?" Passing by old neighbors watering their lawns and shooting hoops, the North Side's favorite son talks about his hometown. "I wouldn't move, just cuz I like it here so much. I can go out and not get jumped on. It feels good not to be hassled when I dance, which I do a lot. It's not a think of everybody saying, 'Whoa, who's out with who here?' while photographers flash their bulbs in your face." Nearing the turnoff that leads from Minneapolis to suburban Eden Prairie, Prince flips in another tape and peeks in the rearview mirror. John Nelson is still right behind. "It's real hard for my father to show emotion," says Prince, heading onto the highway. "He never says, 'I love you,' and when we hug or something, we bang our heads together like in some Charlie Chaplin movie. But a while ago, he was telling me how I always had to be careful. My father told me, 'If anything happens to you, I'm gone.' All I thought at first was that it was a real nice thing to say. But then I thought about it for a while and realized something. That was my father's way of saying 'I love you.'" A few minutes later, Prince and his father pull in front of the Warehouse, a concrete barn in an Eden Prairie industrial park. Inside, the Family, a rock-funk band that Prince has been working with, is pounding out new songs and dance routines. The group is as tight as ace drummer Jellybean Johnson's pants. At the end of one hot number, Family members fall on their backs, twitching like fried eggs. Prince and his father enter to hellos from the still-gyrating band. Prince goes over to a pool table by the soundboard, racks the balls and shimmies to the beat of the Family's next song. Taking everything in, John Nelson gives a professional nod to the band, his son's rack job and his own just-chalked cue. He hitches his shoulders, takes aim and breaks like Minnesota Fats. A few minutes later, the band is still playing and the father is still shooting. Prince, son to this father and father to this band, is smiling. THE NIGHT BEFORE, in the Warehouse, Prince is about to break his three-year public silence. Wearing a jump suit, powder-blue boots and a little crucifix on a chain, he dances with the Family for a little while, plays guitar for a minute, sings lead for a second, then noodles four-handed keyboard with Susannah Melvoin, Wendy's identical-twin sister. Seeing me at the door, Prince comes over. "Hi," he whispers, offering a hand, "want something to eat or drink?" On the table in front of the band are piles of fruit and a couple bags of Doritos. Six different kinds of tea sit on a shelf by the wall. No drugs, no booze, no coffee. Prince plays another lick or two and watches for a few more minutes, then waves goodbye to the band and heads for his car outside the concrete barn. "I'm not used to this," mumbles Prince, staring straight ahead through the windshield of his parked car. "I really thought I'd never do interviews again." we drive for twenty minutes, talking about Minnesota's skies, air and cops. Gradually, his voice comes up, bringing with it inflections, hand gestures and laughs. faced icons of Yahweh or Lucifer. "We're here," Monroe to talk to. Indeed, if a real-estate agent led a tour through Prince's house, one would guess that the resident was, at most, a hip suburban surgeon who likes deep-pile carpeting. "Hi," says Rande, from the kitchen, "you got a couple of messages." Prince thanks her and offers up some homemade chocolate-chip cookies. He takes a drink from a water cooler emblazoned with a Minnesota North Stars sticker and continues the."This place," he says, "is not a prison. And the only things it's a shrine to are Jesus, love and peace." Off the kitchen is a living room that holds nothing your aunt wouldn't have in her house. On the mantel are framed pictures of family and friends, including one of John Nelson playing a guitar. There's a color TV and VCR, a long coffee table supporting a dish of jellybeans, and a small silver unicorn by the mantel. Atop the large mahogany piano sits an oversize white Bible. The only unusual thing in either of the two guest bedrooms is a two-foot statue of a smiling yellow gnome covered by a swarm of butterflies. One of the monarchs is flying out of a heart-shaped hole in the gnome's chest. "A friend gave that to me, and I put it in the living room," says Prince. "But some people said it scared them, so I took it out and put it in here." Downstairs from the living room is a narrow little workroom with recording equipment and a table holding several notebooks. "Here's where I recorded all of 1999," says Prince, "all right in this room." On a low table in the corner are three Grammys. "Wendy," says Prince, "has got the Academy Award." The work space leads into the master bedroom. It's nice. And...normal. No torture devices or questionable appliances, not even a cigarette butt, beer tab or tea bag in sight. A four-poster bed above plush white carpeting, some framed pictures, one of Marilyn Monroe. A small lounging area off the bedroom provides a stereo, a lake-shore view and a comfortable place to stretch out on the floor and talk. And talk he did -- his first interview in three years. A few hours later, Prince is kneeling in front of the VCR, showing his "Raspberry Beret" video. He explains why he started the clip with a prolonged clearing of the throat. "I just did it to be sick, to do something no one else would do." He pauses and contemplates. "I turned on MTV to see the premiere of 'Raspberry Beret' and Mark Goodman was talking to the guy who discovered the backward message on 'Darling Nikki.' They were trying to figure out what the cough meant too, and it was sort of funny." He pauses again. "But I'm not getting down on him for trying. I like that. I've always had little hidden messages, and I always will." He then plugs in a videocassette of "4 the Tears in Your Eyes," which he's just sent to the Live Aid folks for the big show. "I hope they like it," he said, shrugging his shoulders. change clothes." He comes back a couple minutes later wearing another paisley jump suit, "the only kind of clothes I own." And the boots? "People say I'm wearing heels because I'm short," he says, laughing. "I wear heels because the women like 'em." A FEW MINUTES LATER, driving toward the First Avenue club, Prince is talking about the fate of the most famous landmark in Minneapolis. "Before Purple Rain," he says, "all the kids who came to First Avenue knew us, and it was just like a big, fun fashion show. The kids would dress for themselves and just try to took really cool. Once you got your thing right, you'd stop looking at someone else. You'd be yourself, and you'd feel comfortable." As we pull up in front of First Avenue, a Saturday-night crowd is milling around outside, combing their hair, smoking cigarettes, holding hands. They stare with more interest than awe as Prince gets out of the car. "You want to go to the [VIP] booth?" asks the bouncer. "Naah," says Prince. "I feel like dancing." A few feet off the packed dance floor stands the Family, taking a night off from rehearsing. Prince joins the band and laughs, kisses, soul shakes. Prince and three of Family members wade through a floor of Teddy-and-Eleanor-Mondale-brand funkettes and start moving. Many of the kids Prince passes either don't see him or pretend they don't care. Most of the rest turn their heads slightly to see the man go by, then simply continue their own motions. An hour later, he's on the road again, roaring out of downtown. Just as he's asked if there's anything in the world that he wants but doesn't have, two blondes driving daddy's Porsche speed past. "I don't," Prince says with a giggle, "have them." He catches up to the girls, rolls down the window and throws a ping-pong ball that was on the floor at them. They turn their heads to see what kind of geek is heaving ping-pong balls at them on the highway at two in the morning. When they see who it is, mouths drop, hands wave, the horn blares. Prince rolls up his window, smiles silently and speeds by.

What you think of this Prince article?
Interesting, never knew very much about Prince, even though I grew up listening to his music and watching Purple Rain a million times.
Reply:extremely long but informative.

Which English-language movies wood u watch w/ a dubbed 2nd language?

Sometimes I would watch Telefutura or Azteca America %26amp; watch a film, usually a action, blow-em-up, kung fu flic. I figured that w/ such non-verbal activity, y do I need 2 listen 2 the dialogue, even if I took 4 years of Spanish in hi school %26amp; sometimes listen 2 Spanish-lang. radio stations?





So which films or film genres do u watch w/ a dubbed 2nd language? (not w/ subtitles) Which language wood it b? %26amp; r u fluent in it?

Which English-language movies wood u watch w/ a dubbed 2nd language?
i watched a chinese movie it was like curse of the golden flowers or something like that.


all subtitled but VERY good.
Reply:Im mexican american and im fluent in spanish. Whenever Im watching a movie with my mom, we usually put spanish subtitles on all of them so she can understand them. I dont mind.

Name the old school kung fu movie that has 4 old masters on pogo sticks. they beat the brakes off of people?

they never touch the ground. help me please. I saw this film on the U.S.A network about twenty years ago. it was on black belt theater. help....

Name the old school kung fu movie that has 4 old masters on pogo sticks. they beat the brakes off of people?
I too remember the movie. It was stilts and not pogo sticks and the movie was something along the lines of Chinese elemental martial arts earth water fire wind etc sorry dont remember anything else but good movie also there was another about the misfit shaolin master who did the same with bamboo poles roof thatching and bamboo straps