Where's My Tin Cup?

My si fu had more than 20 guests from Taiwan visit the park during tai chi practice.

The group practiced Qi Gong while I continued studying Yang-style sabre form further down the path; whipping a sword about near people isn't a great idea.

Later, the group joined us as we were about to go for dim sum. Just then si fu announced that he and I would demonstrate our tai chi form, but he'd neglected to tell me in advance.

It's not that I'm terrible, I just didn't like being put on the spot. It's one thing to have passersby stop to stare while I train, it's another to have a couple dozen pairs of eyeballs scrutinising every move.

I felt like a performing monkey.

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