Bari-Bari

Guro (my Filipino Martial Arts instructor) and I FINALLY trained today since early February at 10:30AM. Before that, our last training was back in June. His roommate, Cynthia, joined us.

• We reviewed Siniwali (double sticks) and empty hands.
• We drilled counter-for-counter with Siniwali, parrying followed up with eye jabs and low kicks, and knife techniques. My knife skills were rusty.
• I accidentally stabbed Guro in the groin with the stick. Whoops.
• He says my footwork got better.
• Apparently, I'm vulnerable to low line stabs.
• I then showed him how I incorporated elbows from Israeli Krav Maga into our Serada form. He approves. But he says he gets the credit, not Krav Maga. What an ego!

We improvised a lot during guitar practice. We went overtime because there was no student after me today. I got burned out.

I visited Brian at the GNC. Saul stopped by, ranting about "thug life."

SAUL: Thug life. When I wake up in the morning, thug life. When I go to sleep, thug life. Blah, blah, blah ...

Brian was recounting how his grandma found his bong and porn entitled "Asian Chow Mein Pussy."

BRIAN: And then Ryan (that's me) nearly gave my grandma a heart attack when he sent me a postcard from the Philippines about how he couldn't masturbate because there was no privacy, and also about how girls "don't shave down there," and my grandma read it!

Then my mommy called me to meet her at Rubios. Yay, dinner on her. She's addicted to Rubios Mexican food now. I came back to the GNC later.

BRIAN: So while you were having your free food with your mom, Saul and I grappled.

Supposedly, Saul can wrestle, but he doesn't know much about submissions. He put Brian in a rear naked choke, but Brian got out of it because Saul didn't know how to secure it with "hooks." Brian then put a kimura (shoulder lock) on him. It ended with Saul hyperventilating. I then showed Brian the FMA way to counter a shoot-in.

I talked about my battle last Sunday with my mommy's shit-talking sister. Brian shared how his grandma is the shit-talker of his family. For example, Brian's mom passed away in 2006. But when his mom was still barely alive, his grandma told all of Pasadena that his mom already died and all these strangers were coming to his house offering their condolences as his mom reacted with a "WTF" look.

Also, Brian's cousin is now dating his ex-girlfriend (the chick before Thu). Brian's cousin thinks he's "bad" just because he got out of jail, though he's trying to turn his life around through a Bible study group, and is trying to forbid Brian from talking to the chick.

RYAN: I know what I would do if I were you. Tell him about how you fucked her with no condom, got her period all over you, and came in her hair. (All true story, by the way.)
BRIAN: Hell yeah I will! It looked like toothpaste was in her hair!

Just finished watching a Silat movie called Merantau that was illegally on youtube. It sucks because they killed off the hero at the end. That means no sequels. Taking out the trash now and my superstitious mommy insisted that I chant, "Bari-Bari" (supposedly from Feng Shui) to "ward off evil spirits at night." Seriously?