Days in the dojo are getting lonelier. Besides the guys from my batch gradually decreasing (there are like four of us left, lmao, it’s depressing but I’m used to it), most of my senpais were still in Hong Kong for their dan exams. There were basically 15-20 of us in the dojo, so instead of spending the day creying for the lack of people around—
My senpai tried to rectify that by having us do drills. Non-stop. There were only two of us in our batch so I barely had any time to even wipe the sweat off my brow. But I had so much fun. So much so, that I started laughing after each drill. Every. Time. I couldn’t stop.
I basically spent the day chasing my senpai around the dojo, trying to whack him in the head screaming like an eight year old. It was amazing. I was laughing and catching my breath and at the same time I was trying to maintain my form and proper kiai. This was the only time I got to fool around with dan level guys and I was glad the Japanese senseis weren’t there to see it.
To quote the great warrior poet Ice Cube—
"My special siopao." Omg Aya, you have just given me my new favorite term of endearment.
LOL I ADDRESS ANYONE I’M FOND OF/OR FRIENDS WITH WITH THEIR FOOD COUNTERPARTS. LIKE TABLO — If he was siopao, he would be the special big ones you buy that tastes so amazing with beer on chilly nights.
If you’re going to put yourself above everybody else, you might end up alone.
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