Can't believe it's that time of year again when it's too cold to bust a #3

I had some weird - or borderline fucked up - dreams last night: 1) I was at Hot Topic. I couldn't land my backward Parkour rolls, despite reducing layers of clothing. Some emo dude from the Burbank Hot Topic was spectating while my stalker from the local Hot Topic that I frequent was checking me out. 2) The aforementioned emo dude was sitting to my right. Next to him was Mrs. Saikali from high school. Across the table from me were my high school classmates Caroline and Zaven. It looked like they were trying to get me to join a secret society. Zaven was suddenly sitting to my right, the emo kid somehow disappearing, and ordered Caroline to perform a demonstration. But Caroline morphed into my grade school classmate, Lindsay, who then started riding a guy in reverse cowgirl as they both argued that this wasn't planned. The guy prematurely finished and Lindsay eventually vomited. Mrs. Saikali told Zaven that it was enough. End of dreams.

My favorite part about Saturdays: Top Rocking. We actually went four minutes overtime today as that douchebag of a Lockin' teacher eventually walked in, albeit with a smile, and Eric got the hint that we had to go. Afterward, Bop complained to Eric that his friend request to him on Facebook had been pending for a week ... while Eric sent me a friend request on the spot! Ha. Eric was apparently on X-Factor where he was a back-up dancer that was basically thrusting his pelvic area at the front row ... even if the front row was a bunch of underaged girls.

In the lounge getting my coffee, there was this short, white chick. She had shoulder length, dark brown hair; the front tied up to keep out of her eyes. I overheard her say something about a Salsa class at 5:00. I jumped in, first asking whether it was an intro or intermediate class.

CHICK: Intermediate.
RYAN: Ew. I can't do intermediate. The one time I did an intermediate class--
CHICK: Was it Hip Hop?
RYAN: Lockin.'
CHICK: That's understandable.
RYAN: I was traumatized.
CHICK: I would be traumatized.
RYAN: The teacher still tries to smile at me in the hallways and I'm just like ... [Avoids eye contact in a "Don't talk to me" sort of way.]
CHICK: You're so funny! But you don't wanna take the intro class. It's just this ... [Demonstrates easy moves.] You'll be paired with old people. It's just people who wanna learn to dance for weddings.
RYAN: In that case, I'll try the intermediate class.
CHICK: Take it at 5! You can be my partner!
RYAN: But I can't today. I gotta be somewhere.

Later, at the lair of the one code-named "Choir Boy" ...

"CHOIR BOY": Why didn't you take the Salsa class?! You could've been her partner!
RYAN: But at the same time, it shows non-desperation.
"CHOIR BOY": True.

But rest assured, that chick is in my database. Anyway, down to business. We watched Hanna. From the first fight choreography, I immediately knew it was renowned fight choreographer Jeff Imada, who's within our lineage in terms of FMA. As for today's FMA agenda, with Never Back Down 2 playing in the background: 1) Review of vertical gunting (scissors) and hubad lubad (to tie and untie), 2) introduction of elbow strikes in hubad lubad, 3) elbow strikes in different ranges of motion, and 4) backhand parrying and forehand parrying that together resembles Silat's djuru #1. Bonus: the Tesoura scissor sweep takedown from Capoeira.

After watching Ip Man 2 starring Donnie Yen, I was in a hurry to go home to that chick from earlier, or at least in my database. But when I got home, ironically, it was too cold for me to even bust a #3. I. Hate. Winter.