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Thursday, August 21, 2008 @ 5:01 PM
Wrote this on the train.Wushu competition was over quite some time ago,But as Kevin puts it "it was successful, cause we had fun".I don't blame the judges anymore (though I think they suck =P)But I guess I'll be back sooner or later, training hard.Sucks that training is one time a week only.Damn.And Sakura outing is cancelled.Double Damn.Can't wait for training to come.
Anyway, thank you laoshi, lina shijie, yongmao shixiong, weizhen shijie, zhenbin shixiongFor all your guidance all these while,Thank you shuiyuan, galvin, jing an, mujun for all your help as well.Especially shuiyuan and galvin for your encouragement on that day itself.Thank you jess, yueqi and dilys for learning the same pattern as me and helping me throughout.Thank you so much dudes and babes!Wushu wouldn't be that much fun without you all (:
Though I don't know if I really belong,But I really want to say thank you and I love you guys.Maybe I'll belong one day.____________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Art of Losing
dedicated to YST wushu team:
Blue, red, yellow, black. The troupe marched.
Into the stadium, into the court;
They wore their heads high, hearts pounding hard.
They didn’t have time for any other thought.
The judges were looking, the audiences were clapping,
They got everyone’s attention, not one glimpse less.
The swords clanged and the roars left dangling,
The black and white were on each other’s test.
The spear targeted high and the punch defended low,
Blood came smearing over each other’s nose.
He gritted his teeth, and remembered what he was told:
What defines a martial arts master was what he does;
He learnt pride, determination and strength;
He learnt to bounce up, to try, to not cry;
He knows that winning wasn’t his only gem;
He made friends, he learnt, he had his lows and highs.
He disappointed them, but he knows it clear
What would disappoint them more would be the tear
He held his head high, like when he entered,
Losing no longer mattered.
Not then at least;
Crying can wait till later,
The victory will be his,
Sooner or later.
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Thursday, August 21, 2008 @ 5:01 PM
Wrote this on the train.Wushu competition was over quite some time ago,But as Kevin puts it "it was successful, cause we had fun".I don't blame the judges anymore (though I think they suck =P)But I guess I'll be back sooner or later, training hard.Sucks that training is one time a week only.Damn.And Sakura outing is cancelled.Double Damn.Can't wait for training to come.
Anyway, thank you laoshi, lina shijie, yongmao shixiong, weizhen shijie, zhenbin shixiongFor all your guidance all these while,Thank you shuiyuan, galvin, jing an, mujun for all your help as well.Especially shuiyuan and galvin for your encouragement on that day itself.Thank you jess, yueqi and dilys for learning the same pattern as me and helping me throughout.Thank you so much dudes and babes!Wushu wouldn't be that much fun without you all (:
Though I don't know if I really belong,But I really want to say thank you and I love you guys.Maybe I'll belong one day.____________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Art of Losing
dedicated to YST wushu team:
Blue, red, yellow, black. The troupe marched.
Into the stadium, into the court;
They wore their heads high, hearts pounding hard.
They didn’t have time for any other thought.
The judges were looking, the audiences were clapping,
They got everyone’s attention, not one glimpse less.
The swords clanged and the roars left dangling,
The black and white were on each other’s test.
The spear targeted high and the punch defended low,
Blood came smearing over each other’s nose.
He gritted his teeth, and remembered what he was told:
What defines a martial arts master was what he does;
He learnt pride, determination and strength;
He learnt to bounce up, to try, to not cry;
He knows that winning wasn’t his only gem;
He made friends, he learnt, he had his lows and highs.
He disappointed them, but he knows it clear
What would disappoint them more would be the tear
He held his head high, like when he entered,
Losing no longer mattered.
Not then at least;
Crying can wait till later,
The victory will be his,
Sooner or later.
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