Ok they didn’t teach me how to fly but today was pretty awesome. A lot more overwhelming then i originally thought. We started at 6.30am which means i had to wake up at 5. Yeah it was rough.
The first word I learnt today to fully appreciate was "Keluarga" which is Indonesian for 'family'. The most overwhelming thing was introducing myself to about 100 people, shaking their hands and trying to remember names. We got a little speech about modesty and trying to become humble so I won’t write about some of the weird people that bugged me or scared me. Though the feeling was insane ok there were sooooooooooooo many awkward situations but when the conversation dies people just start sparing, pretty sweet.
Though there was one guy I did admire, and i feel so bad for staring. He only had one arm, he appeared to be in his 20's and he was a charcoal belt (equivalent of a black belt). Most of us have a conscious and we feel sympathy towards someone in that kind of situation but i was impressed with him and greatly admired him for what he was doing, i mean a man with one arm doing knife training.
I think I also have a weakness for women that do martial arts, one of the chicks I saw practicing, ok to be brutally honest because I’m such a gentleman she wasn’t the prettiest girl at the ball, if you get my analogies. Though when she starts kicking above her head and getting into these human pretzel fighting positions such a turn on. Think I have a weakness.
Though today was completely “wow”, grandmasters, little fighting kids, weapons training and just meeting people with unbelievable skill, its time for me to take some of the things on board and ill resume my training, hopefully have a grading in a months time and at next years convention I won’t be a flimsy whitebelt, though as the pendekar told me, “take your time, do not rush” though when I spend an entire day with instructors telling me stuff like, “then you and the weapon become one” how do I not rush?!
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