my nandao

8.21pts! and a silver medal ^___^

i can't believe (or rather, accept) that it's all over now. all the sweat, and blood, and the eleven stitches. the late night trainings, the performances, the faith from the various coaches, and the one minute plus on the arena... i haven't told anyone, but i really felt like crying after completing the routine, flawlessly and proudly. over.

it's been like a friend who has stood by me over the past year, watching me and my life in wushu. it is leaving me. and i simply cannot bear to part with it. it feels as if it should always be a part of me. but its departure is inevitable, just like everything else in this world. i thank it for the lessons, glory, experience, happiness and love it has shown and given me.

i love my nandao. =)