I'm not the sporty kind of girl. As a matter of fact, the only ball game I competitively played during elementary and high school is jack stone (the one with the ball and the Xs). I tried volleyball once in sixth grade, but all I got was a bruised wrist. So, I resolved not to play that game anymore. I had attempted to learn martial arts. I bought some instructional books and videos and worked my ass out. I did it just for the heck of it and because I love Jackie Chan and Jet Li. But the skills I learned from that hard work later came in handy when my cousin had found a new, nice punching bag -- my shoulders. He was brushing up his boxing and karate skills on me, and it was no fun. My shoulders are broad, yeah, but they are not made for punching, and lintik lang ang walang ganti when somebody lay a hand on me. So whenever my cousin spent the weekend with us, no Saturday and Sunday were boring. There's always a fight which, although not bloody, almost always drove my aunt mad. haha. Those were the days, and I cannot help but remember them whenever I forced myself to write an article for our site www.fightstance.com. Boxing and mixed martial arts -- what do I know about them? Not much, I only remember the muscle pain I got during the bouts with my cousin.