PACMAN wins!

This is a boxing day.

It's my first ever boxing lesson. P says I suck but I don't know if it's his usual psychological warfare.

In my assessment, my footwork improved the more we practiced. My jab is confused. My straight punch strong. My uppercut more confused.

Insults for the day: I am more maarte than client kolehiyalas. Maybe boxing is not for me or I'm really just squirmish and feminine.

WTF. Feminine? He's the first person to use that word on me. He must be on something.

In the afternoon, I watch Paquiao win against Larios. Wooohooooo! Go PACMAN!