absolutum dominium

my housemates are watching a movie in the lounge now, but for once i'm not joining them. prob missed the first 90 min of the movie already anyway coz i was in another s'porean's room visiting her. her name's mabel. she joined dragonboat for a while last year, and tonight i just found out tt she was frm hwa chong and tt she knew my ex and my khakis.

was supposed to just say hi, but ended up talking to her for almost 2 hours. our circles are way too small.

anyway this evening i went for my first hapkido class. was really apprehensive because it's been almost 3 years since i last did a martial art. i'm not used to short-burst cardiovascular exercise anymore. and the thing about hapkido is tt it's more intense than the taekwondo i did in singapore. in singapore i did wtf (world taekwondo federation, not what the fuck moron) taekwondo, which is like sports taekwondo, instead of the more intense itf (international taekwondo federation) version. and since hapkido, which is a korean martial art tt combines the kicks and strikes of taekwondo with the locks, throws, and groundwork of judo, is a *real* martial arts type thing, and is used by the police and the military in korea as well as in certain other countries, it's definitely going to be damn xiong for me.

well. i nearly dieded. haha. the warm-up was intense. within seconds my heartrate was so fast i felt as though my lungs were threatening to explode. and i wasn't the only one. the people around me, the newbies, a number left the class. a number just stopped and stood behind. the ones who'd been here a year or longer looked as tired as i did.

but it was exhilirating. i realised tt i've never lost it. i've never lost the flexibility of a high front kick or a high backhook. i've never lost the precision of a knifehand strike or a neckchoke hold. i've never lost tt feeling, even after three years.

it felt so goddamn good.

martial arts is my first love. and i'm so glad tt i'm rekindling my passion for it again. tues, thurs nights and sundays. 3 times a week of killing myself. feels like dragonboat training, only this time it's hapkido, not dragonboat. this time it's for the skill, not the people.

i haven't done this for three years. it's a new art. i'm shelving the black belt and gi and starting from white again. but i know i can do this. it's not the toughest training i've gone through. it's comparable to the ntu taekwondo training during their ivp session tt i attended... but tt was still the ultimate. 7 sets up the nanyang house stairs as a cool down, in full gear, after 2.5 solid hours of a crazy warm-up, 200 of each kick, sparring, kicking for 100m and back etc. i don't know how i survived tt, but if i can survive tt, i can get my martial arts fitness back again.

and i'm ready for tt exhiliration tt i've missed.

anyway the gym at the src here is 4 times bigger than the one at nus, and is oh so well equipped! it has 5 times as many machines, all of which are so diverse... it's almost like california fitness, just contained on one floor! or maybe i'm biased coz it has my beloved stepper machine! wahooey!!!

and the walk back was incredible. i felt empowered, even though it was dark. and even though the nights are cold, i could walk back in my tank top and gi pants because the work out had made me so hot tt i couldn't even feel the cold.

i love it. i can kick ass again!!!

anyway interestingly, my baby called me this morning as i was walking to class. he's drunk 2 bottles of chivas, but he didn't have to tell me coz you can tell when someone's drunk tt much. for one, the person will laugh. a lot. for another, the person will repeat himself. for yet another, the person will really tell you what he thinks and feels, and chances are it's the stuff you always want to hear but he'll never say it when he's sobre.

i rem my bro telling me tt the probability of him playing around in singapore is higher than the probability of me playing around in vancouver. i don't think playing around is ever an issue. trust isn't even an issue. for me, i can't even think of anyone other than him. sure, i look. and he's seen me oogle cute guys, and trust me vancouver has cute guys. both the ang mohs, and even the asians here are damn hot! but i won't do more than look. doesn't even cross my mind.

as for him, i know he has chances. his lifestyle, his friends, i know he does. but he never takes them. apparently his friends had brought him to some nightclub, where the hostesses give all kinds of favours. so his friends each had a girl, each were touching or being touched, getting blowjobs or whatever else they could get, and he just told them straight out tt he couldn't do it. even if they put a girl next to him, he wouldn't touch her. and they'd goad him and call him wimp and pussy and cheebye, but he wouldn't do more than drink.

trust isn't an issue. i think we're both too similar.