First all-girls #BJJ class was a SUCCESS! Phew! Come join us every Friday 7-8.30pm at #KinabaluFighters martial arts gym :)
One article on this movie went viral last weekend and finally downloaded it from iTunes. However, I managed to only watch up to the part where the pimps were distributing kittens to the trafficked girls. I dare not watch past that scene for fear that there might be some gruesome scenes involving the kittens.
If you’ve seen this movie, please let me know the kittens are going to be alright so I can finish watching it.
Oftentimes, people who got interested in martial arts from watching movies or UFC fights only see the ‘cool’ part of martial arts, like how Bruce Lee does his roundhouse kicks or how Ronda does her legendary hip tosses. Little did they know that the actual training can be a lot more boring than they’d expect.
Take Judo for example. When I first started, for several months, all we did was the ukemi waza (Judo fall techniques). The kids who came to learn the cool Ronda moves eventually left when they felt the jujigatame (arm bar) lessons couldn’t come soon enough.
But my coach, a second dan Judo Black Belt, made it clear that we have to know how to break fall perfectly before starting anything cool. Safety always comes first. No matter how mundane it seems to be slapping the mats at 30-degree angle, the mastery of this technique actually helps build a solid base for your cool Judo game.
Here I am, three years after my Judo initiation, still a White Belt and still perfecting my ukemi waza. But more than just building a solid Judo game, the ukemi waza lesson has also taught me to be patient. It teaches me that most worthwhile endeavours will be boring before they become exciting. Just you wait and you’ll be rewarded.
- <b></b> I was approached by two burly guys in the gym who wanted to know how to get started in, err...UFC. The conversation went like this:</b> <p><b>Burly guy 1:</b> So, you train Jiu-Jitsu? Isn't that like the one with the leg locks and arm bars?<p><b>Me:</b> Yep, that's the one.<p><b>Burly guy 2:</b> We've always loved watching the UFC, great to know you can now train UFC here. How do we sign up?<p><b>Me:</b> Err...well, the beginners' Jiu-Jitsu class is on Monday, 7 - 8pm. First class is free.<p><b>Burly Guy 2:</b> (sounding half-surprised and half-insulted) You mean we still have to go to beginners' class?<p><b>Me:</b> Because you've never learnt Jiu-Jitsu before, sure.<p><b>Burly Guy 1:</b> (snickers at his friend) I thought we can go straight to the dirty stuff...<p>
I don’t know how common it is for women fighters to develop six packs naturally, but I train with plenty of athletic women from different backgrounds, be it CrossFit, Muay Thai, BJJ or triathlon yet, I have yet to encounter one with six packs.
Clearly, the six packs wouldn’t be a testament of how hard they’ve worked, coz they really do.
At my best shape, I was also at Sherilyn’s weight. I was fast, strong and agile - but still without the six pack. I like how Sherilyn talks about this matter. She’s lean, strong and toned and that’s all that matters. Who cares if she doesn’t fit the physical perception of how an MMA fighter should look? She still win fights.
She’ll be going against a homegirl this month in a ONE FC event rematch. I still root for her.
If a there is a tournament around me that is organized to help raise autism awareness, I would change my mind about competing and train my ass off.
I grew up with a younger brother who has autism. Living and taking care of my brother is hard work. And where I come from, they didn’t know of the existence of autism until ten years ago.
I’m glad I found this. Hopefully, we can also work something out locally.
I said a lot of dumb things too as a White Belt - which I really didn’t know was dumb until I was no longer a White Belt.
Every now and then, I’d be forced to make this face when a White Belt confidently announces that the berimbolo is his ‘game’ and that he could as well be the third Miyao brother. When that happens, I’ll just cringe silently and be grateful that I’ve (finally!) outgrown that phase in my BJJ journey.
Happy first year anniversary, my Blue Belt. We can only get better :).
Two weeks ago, I finally decided that my bank account is healthy enough to afford the down payment of a decent apartment. Thanks to my new job, I also figured that I finally have a healthy enough income to pay for a mortgage on my own.
So, I got my friend, Joanna hook me up with her distant cousin who was selling off her apartment. Despite the crumbly tiles and less-than-satisfactory interior, I decided on the day itself that I would take it.
I was about to make the transaction necessary to pay for the apartment’s down payment when a series of weird events started to take place.
First, my car broke down and had to be sent for repair. The cost of the repair itself managed to cause a dent in my savings, eating away part of the reserve I’ve allocated for the apartment. But, I soon managed to land a freelance job the following week, which was just enough to cover the previous week’s financial setback.
Then, just when I was about to go ahead with the transaction to buy the apartment, a four-year-overdue parking compound made its way to my mailbox. Needless to say, settling the compound made another dent on my bank account.
By the end of the week, I was wondering aloud whether my financial setbacks were actually loud signs warning me not to go ahead with making a commitment I don’t need.
This week, I was approached by someone who’d mistaken my food blog as a website of a local food tour operator. I eventually found out that she is the organizer of the Asian Women Empowerment (AWE) organization, whom herself, had left her job to pursue her passion for travelling.
In another conversation, as I vented about an annoying client, my close friend pointed out that I need to go where I will be surrounded by people who’ll inspire me with their achievements.
"Time to move town," he said.
Then it occurred to me, I am single, ambitious and free. Why would I want to spend my savings on a gigantic ball and chain when I still very much desire to see the world and possibly work outside of my country? Why would I want to sabotage my own dreams just because everywhere else, I see people settling down and paying mortgages?
It occurred to me that there’s probably a good reason why I kept working under contracts, why my relationships never worked and why I’m constantly feeling so dissatisfied with life where I am.
And so, today I told Joanna that I changed my mind about getting the apartment. I decided that instead of seeing a job as a lifelong ticket for security, I will see it as a very well-paying internship program. At the end of my contract, I’d like to take a long break and travel. That’s what I really long for, it seems.