I got a Lyoto Machida shirt

I got to 10:00AM Street Fighting class at around 9:50AM. Jovy wasn't there yet, so management told me to wait by getting on the treadmill. Sweet. I burned 29 calories at 2.5 mph in about 7 minutes when Jovy finally came.

Jovy had me demonstrate the kicks I know from my Tae Kwon Do background. I was awesome. We warmed up with what he called the "dance" - jab, cross, jab, cross while moving forward, same thing backward, to the right, then to the left. Today's new moves: front push kick, front snap heel kick (from Karate), low roundhouse, mid roundhouse, high roundhouse (I slipped once doing this), sidekick to the ankle, sidekick to the ribs, side kick to the face, back heel kick to the shin, back heel kick to the groin.

Stuff to remember:

• For roundhouse kicks, simultaneously punch on the same side as the kicking side. This provides both a cover and attack.
• Lean away to help the high roundhouse connect to the face.
• Only connect with your shin, but for the face, connecting with the instep is also ok.

Then reviewed everything else. I forgot to mention yesterday that if someone is grabbing my wrist in mirror image (i.e. their right grabbing my left), I trap their hand with my other, while the hand in their grip forms a c-hand around their wrist, and simultaneously rotate while moving forward, which results in an arm wrench. We had to take a bunch of breaks today to prevent me from passing out.

JOVY: Eat carbohydrates!
RYAN: I had cereal!

JOVY: How old are you?
RYAN: Eh ... 25.
JOVY: What, you're not sure?
RYAN: I don't like to tell.
JOVY: 25? So what? I'm 49! Beat that!

There was also a blackout for a while, which helped the room cool down since all the lights went off. We ended with my usual 21 pushups (I just keep going until he says it's enough, and he always seems to cut me off at 21) and then the 5-minute March of Death. As soon as I hit my 1st jab-cross, he hit back with the pad, catching my eye, and I spent the next few seconds retaliating with 1 eye. 5 minutes have never seemed so infinite.

JOVY: You survived! No one can beat you up! Normal people can't fight for 5 minutes!

We then talked about our lives in terms of Martial Arts. His Escrima is from the Caballero system. They only fight with 1 stick. Their stance has the stick vertical either to their left or crossed to their right. That's all.

JOVY: There are only 6 effective strikes with a knife - slash, slash (x-pattern), stab, stab ... What else is there?
RYAN: An overhead slash?
JOVY: Who the hell's gonna do that? Just slash (diagonal downward)!

JOVY: When I trained in Muay Thai, it took me 3 years to perfect it. But this, this is so simple. You've only been here 3 days and no one can beat you up already. Those boxers (on the other side of the room) can't beat you up. You know how we tested to see if this works? We went to a bar and fought!
RYAN: You had to start the fight?
JOVY: That's the only way to see if it works! Tomorrow, we'll do defenses. Thursday, we'll have fun. Then when you go back to the States, you can beat people up.

I got home. Mommy, dad, and Bong were back from another check-up in the hospital. I kept flexing whenever pointing at my clothes until my mommy told me to stop showing off. Dad made me eat lunch witht them 1st before hitting the showers.

RYAN: I'm sweaty, smelly, and everyone will lose their appetites!
DAD: No! You're our appetizer. (Ok, that was a lame joke.)

While my mommy went to visit Auntie Aida, I went with Philip and Malou to Greehills (that mall that sells counterfeits of everything). Philip bought me 2 Manny Pacquiao shirts and a Lyoto Machida shirt. We ate dinner at a steakhouse and I ate a chateaubriand that was meant for 2 people. When we got home, the Lyoto Machida shirt survived, but apparently Bernie (the driver) misplaced the Pacman shirts. Philip sent Bernie's ass back to Greenhills to look for it, but no luck. Bernie has been instructed to take me back to Greenhills tomorrow after my Street Fighting class to buy those same shirts. I guess this is coming out of Bernie's paycheck.