Jeff Hardy

WIE IS JEFF HARDY

volledige naam:Jeffrey 'Nero' Hardy
afkomst: Cameron, North Carolina USA
geboortedatum: 31Augustus 1977.
grootte:1,85 m
gewicht:105 kg


Wat maakt hem dat concreet een atleet die tegelijk acteur is. WWE wrestlers zijn mannen (vrouwen=divas) die elkaar op soms gruwelijke manieren toetakelen, mind you ALLES wat gebeurt in WWE is op voorhand bepaald. Soms leiden kleine foutjes echter tot kwetsuren, zo heeft Jeff Hardy zelf een gebroken vinger en een kwetsure aan de schouder momenteel.


Een 'sport' waar ik absoluut van walgde tot ik Jeff Hardy 2x bezig zag...
Ik bewonder hem voor zijn extreme leefstijlen, in de ring offert hij zijn lichaam op en verdraagt hij meer pijn dan een normale man van zijn postuur aankan. Hij neemt risico's die niemand ooit eerder nam en beweegt daarbij als een dier...
Naast zijn risicovolle 'moves' staat hij ook bekend voor zijn haar dat steeds veranderd, alsook zijn baardje, zijn 'armbanden' en zijn opkomen waarbij meer dan duidelijk is dat Jeff HArdy kan dansen...



Naast de ring is hij ook muzikant. Hij zingt en speelt gitaar in zijn bandje Peroxwhy?gen. Daarnaast schrijft hij poëzie...of emoëzie? Jeff noemt zijn poëzie emoetry 'because it's emotional poetry' zegt hij dan, dit geeft misschien een beeld van hem?


Daarnaast houdt hij enorm van dieren en planten, hij knuffelde een giraf, aaide leeuwen en er groeien klimplanten in zijn living. Hij houdt specifiek ook van tijgers, zei hij ooit, vandaar dat hij vaak tijgerpatronen draagt...


Ook is hij bezig met kunst, hij bouwt beelden uit alluminium en schildert, zowel schilderijen als op zichzelf!


Wacht dat is niet alles! hij heeft een dirtbike waarmee hij ook veel risico's neemt. Hij nam ooit een sprong door vuur in zijn achertuin...


Om maar snel te besluiten dat hij een persoon met vele talenten en mogelijkheden!
Ik denk dat hij het waard is om geaprecieerd te worden...

voor wie het wil weten hij heeft een tattoo over zijn arm die doorloopt tot in zijn nek an op zijn bovenrug staat een groot 'hardyz-teken' een symbool dat hij zelf ontwierp voor zijn broer en zichzelf aan te duiden. (6voudig tag team champions)
een lippiercing, die er nu uit is, aangezien hij er bijna werd uitgetrokken tijdens een match.
een oorbel in elk oor en een navelpiercing...daarbuiten lakt hij ook zijn nagels...

bijnamen van Jeff HArdy: the risktaker, the daredevil, kid, Rainbow Hair 'Coloured' Warrior, the extreme Jeff HArdy, The Charismatic Enigma, swanton bomber, legend thriller......

(bovendien is Jeff's mime schitterend)


DE STIJLEN VAN JEFF

Zo als ik al vermeld heb is Jeff nog al..veranderlijk? voor de geïntereseerde heb ik wat van zijn haarstijlen op rij gezet:) Zo zie je meteen ook enkele van zijn gezichtstekeningen..
Voor wie wil weten, zijn natuurlijke haarskleur is blond!

Dat is eigenlik heel veel je hebt kort..lang, middelmatig, effen in een kleur, in2 of meerdere kleuren, achja, hier zijn ze, laat me weten wat je vind!:


middelmatig paars:


lang paars:


nog langer paars:(als dit niet lang is...)



rode vlechtjes:


lang rood:


korter rood:


halflang groen:


lang bruin:


blond:


beetje langer en ander blond:


blonde vlechtjes:


lang blond:


kort blauw


lang blauw:


paars en blond:


paars(, blond?)en rood:


paars, rood, blond en groen:p


blauw en blond kort:


blauw en blond halflang:




blond en rood:(uitdrukking, ni op letten)


blond en rood lang:






en het baardje? wel..

een sik:


sikje en 2 zijlijntjes


haaientandjes?


streepjes


en zo veel meer...vind je er plaats ze ook zeker!


JEFFS EMOETRY


Zoals ik al gezegd heb, schrijft Jeff Hardy poëzie

Jeff Hardy: "I call it emoetry, cause it's emotional poetry, you know..'

Hier zijn enkele van zijn werkjes

A Lot In Common

You're beautiful...
but strange...
So am I. You're smart...
but still slow...
So am I. You're impatient...
but fast...
So am I. You're tired...
but still last...
So do I. You're hot...
but still cold...
So am I. You're established...
but not old...
So am I. You're waiting...
but happy...
So am I. You're leaving...
but staying...
So am I. You're amazing...
but weird...So am I.
You're yourself...
but still feared...So am I.
We both want to be...
A forever seen star. I have to say...
a lot in common is what we are.



The Fans


I wonder if they hated me?
What was going through their mind?
I wonder if they loved me?
What was inspiring their sign?
I wonder if they felt me?
Like goosebumps through the skin?
I wonder if they watched me?
For that they can remember when?
I wonder if they boo'ed me?
Like a loser no one knew?
I wonder if they cheered for me?
Like a youngster that had grew?
I wonder if they cared for me?
Crashing down flat on my back....
I wonder if they followed me?
Ever since the last attack....
I wonder if they were lying?
When they said, "You suck!"
I wonder if they were crying?
When I was unable to duck....
I wonder if they will be my fans?
Until I have to fold?
I wonder if they will remember?
JEFF HARDY!
As he grows old.

Empty Tank


Here I am again
tired from not sleeping
Sad from not loving.
I feel miserable again
here on this plane
Here on this earth.
I've done it again
I stayed out all night.
I feel it again
I dred this flight.
Why? Because I'm sick
Sick of being owned
I write because I'm sick
Sick of being known.
If I was normal
Would she like me the same?
If I was just a stock boy
Would she still enjoy my name?
I'd like to think she does and would
I believe in her and believe in me she should.
I'm gonna lean my head against this window
Close my eyes and go to sleep.
I'll wake up in the next town
With thoughts beyond deep.
The days will go by as I will just act.
As the days go by I can only look back
At the good times...the fun.
At the bad times...the fun.
I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her
I wonder if she waits to see me
I wonder if she waits?
I'd like to think she did and would
I believe in her and believe in me she should.
My heart is so curious
My mind is so blank
Without you I'm lost
I am an empty tank.


Remembering to pray

If you're lost for words
Become found for actions
If you're lost in life
Become found with reactions
Stop searching for who you are
and remember where it started
You are a flight in motion
Soaring since departed
Words are a puzzle that will never be completed.....?
Yours truly....Jeff Hardy Ours truly....this life


It Made No Sense

It was like leather sticks with mushroom coating. Like cow tongue licks with weather side roaming. A naked watch that was watching me. A lever to pull that grew like a tree. Slowly but surely the muscles were fat. Uplifting but low...the owner was a rat. Sold to the corner where the slobber sets in. It's wet and smells bad like a few.....of our friends. It was like a condom... That was made out of stone. A cracker of wisdom that was so damn old. Like crows it was... Washed with no rinse. Like me it was... It made no sense.

Nothing Said

It happened again... I said hello and I heard no hey. It's happened again... There's nothing to say. Maybe the old man thought I was Stupid, ignorant, mad, or insane. Maybe the old man didn't want Me on this plane. Who really knows? Who really cares? Who really studies? Who just stares? At freaks like me...at people like you At old men like he...at sickness that grew The old man might not have hated me.... He might just have said... "I don't know about this boy... He looks messed up in the head."

The People You're Creating


When the time is yours...
The time is gone.
When it feels so right...
It's on it's way to wrong.
When you love so much...
Can you always be sure?
That your love is a touch...
That your love is a cure?
When you feel as if you're hated...
Will you make it through?
This unpredictable life...
These unappreciated dues.
When you say what you feel...
Will they look at you and laugh?
When you know what you've learned...
Will they stab you in the back?
If you fall from where you're standing...
Will they try to make the save?
When you stand on what you're saying...
Will they listen as the road you pave?
When the time is yours...
The future's awaiting...
The person you become...
The people you're creating.

Your Own Strange Eyes (mooie titel vind ik)

Look into your own eyes...
Check into yourself.
Look into your own world...
Look without the help Of people who try to change you...
Of people who try to hurt you.
The people that...
try to make you. Something you're not...
Something un-new. Look into your own past...
Create the history Of things you've done and things you're gonna do...
Of things you love and things you'll breakthrough.
The things that fit...
The descriptions of you Are the things you need To stand out in this zoo.
Look into......your mirror of lies.....
Look deep into....... Your own strange eyes.

Laat maar weten wat je vind;)


QUOTES VAN JEFF

Don't ask why. Just do it. When done, stick up both middle fingers at the screen.

"What I really thrive off of is climbing up a big ladder and jumping off. That's just me. It's that extreme attitude I've always kind of had."
"I realize that I am a bit different, but that's just me. I feel like a loner in the WWF. I get along with everybody, and I have some good friends, but it's not like I have really close friendships. I know a lot of people still say, 'He's weird. He's a strange one. He's crazy.' Even in school I never really hung out with the main cliques. I would always go up to the nerdy or outcast guys in the corner and speak to them at lunch."

"You could ask anybody in the WWF about me, and they'll say, 'That dude, he's cool. He don't give a damn. He's laid-back.' Laid-back is the perfect description of me. I'm a laid-back person, but that doesn't mean I don't get nervous, or I'm not interested in stuff. I don't let people know that I'm really nervous, or at least I do my best not to let them know. So, a lot of people just jump on that, but they don't really know what's going on inside of me as far as being all torn up."
Oldivo is being temperamental right now so you'll have to deal. SELINUX is probably contacting the computing grid at NSA because I changed the hostname.

Don't think you can.........
Know You can!
Your human body is the most impressive tool that you'll ever own.
Even if you can't control everything.........
You can always control something.
Your body.................
Use it...........................
Amuse it...................
Because one day.............
Your gonna lose it!

One nation...thanx to God
Our nation...if you want it.
Check yourself in...
To the Dream Land Station.
Do what ever you want...
In the Imagi-Nation.

"The xtreme always makes an impression"


"I tell them, 'If you really want to do it. Do it.' If you really want to do something, you can."


"Control me....release me....forget about me..."

"Develop a depression."

"I can feel you, without even seeing you."


"I've been wrong before, I could be wrong again."

"Let me fill you in on a few of my beliefs. First of all, I believe that I'll dress the way I want and I'll act the way I want. But most importantly, these fans don't just look at me for my appearance, they love me for what's on the inside."

persoonlijke bedenking van mij bij die laatste quote..Dit is volgens mij wat hij wil, maar niet wat hij gelooft (bekijke emoetry=> the fans)

Jeff Hardy in fear factor 2005 over zijn broer:

'Matt's got the gimmy legs to, if they can't bent down like this, they bent out like that;. it's really weird.." terwijl hij een demonstratie geeft.


Over Jeff in fear factor zeiden zijn broer en Test:

"Anything that's dangerous, suicidal, not for regular people, for people with blue hair that write poetry..it's for jeff hardy"