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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Saturday, May 6
I met Instructor Ng and his family today, and that little talk we had evoked so much memories. So much so I just had to blog about it.

Instructor Koh's now in China, Instructor Stanley and Soh are now teaching at AMK. Instructor Ng's just focusing on his kids.

I wish I could take a trip back to the past; just one last taekwondo lesson with them at the CSC basketball court or Mandarin Hall, practising kicking at the basketball pole and watching it wobble, hearing that resounding / satisfying 'thud' on target pads, street style sparring / ring sparring / actual one-on-one sparring, sweat-soaked uniforms / the smell of sweat, sprains / bruises / muscle pulls, the sensation of flying / winning a match / kicking higher and harder, skin tearing off from my feet in sheets, picking night flies off each other's uniforms, the little games we had for warm-ups where doing 50 pushups as the losing group was the norm, the lack of water breaks, practising our patterns to perfection, mock gradings and actual gradings, teaching the little ones, breaking my first board, pushups / horse-riding stances / imitating clocks / running / doing other stupid things for punishments, defense trainings - somersalts / rolls / break falling / twisting, training for taekwondo displays / competitions, the wonderful taekwondo camps.

I could go on forever. I really miss taekwondo.

All that memories, my first crush - a Ho Kang Wei [haha, anyone knows him?], the first guy to have a crush on me [Billy something who's now in CSC badminton and lives near my grandma - it's really memorable because I looked like shit back then], and then of cos there was Eldric and then Dippy.

And all those taekwondo camps where Dippy and I flirted endlessly, ganged up with Weihao against Eldric, ran around with Millia / Rebecca / Jan Ooi / May / Tina.

I want to revive those moments again. It's been eight years since I first joined taekwondo, and 2+ years since I quit.

It just struck me that in some sense, crepitus / thinning cartilege / inflamed tendons / pronounced varicose veins / bruised shins seem all worthwhile for all that taekwondo has given me. I miss it, I miss it, I miss it. And stupid Dippy isn't around to share such pretty memories with me.

I can smell sweat now.


9:43:00 pm


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