Today, while on a typical errand to the photocopy shop opposite my house, dropped by the Pasir Ris East CC for a check on what martial arts program was running at the regular 5th floor basketball court where we usually had our Kyokushin training on Fridays. So was looking, even though without my specs at the bunch of Wushu people who were occupying the place. Timed my visitation nicely that I caught them sparring. Choto! Sparring!? More like skipping! WTF! Whatever they were doing, it wasn't sparring! Sparring is two buggers hitting each other with all they got! Sparring is THIS!
And i saw a supposed "Blackbelt" in shiny chinese emperor kinda yellow top versus a noobie orange belt in a face-off, and the "blackbelt" just let her leg fly lazily at the noob. The noob lifted her knee like a recruit would do in a SEDIA to hide from the feeble, meek kick, and the blackbelt just gave a loud yelp-"OUCH!" and hobbled. And she hopped and hopped, grinning in a silly way. Then the instructor made them stop and told the class, consisting of almost half all in shiny emperor garbs to go practice. He then made the juniors or intermediate dudes do their cudgel forms. Which was a bunch of kids with bamboo sticks tapping loudly on the floor.
The fat instructor counted and had the kids move front. He didn't even bat an eyelid over the shit display by his students. What the F***!
When he finally bothered to demo, he came in, took over the stick from one of the children, and showed the right way.
His techniques and everything was smooth, and he seemed professional enough, but he plainly couldn't impart anything he knew to his students. And he didn't care at all! And this made me wonder what the parents who spent money to send their kids to take up this Wushu shit were thinking. I mean, hey, your children aren't learning anything, and they are living under the delusion that they're immune to all physical threats. That's stupid.
I mean, even i know that i'm not immune or impervious to challenges or injury out on the street. All the more we get hurt on the street. Having so bounded by rules eg. (not attacking a downed man...), we aren't used to having to do it (fight) in an unrestrained way.
"Sparring"with Ansel showed...
1) Fighting in a fix style with rules is disadvantageous to the trained man, because he tends to abide firmly by the rules which are meant to protect both fighters during the entanglement.
2) A trained man holds in his emotions as well as his punches, and will not intentionally strive to hurt the other more than he has to.
3) You can't learn any martial art off the internet.Even if you can learn forms, you can't learn footwork and distancing, which is wondrous in any fight.

I realised that the notion of Martial Arts has now become more of a...whaddaya call it? Modernistic, aerobic dancing? Sad, really, Wushu. And all those buggers who claim they are great in Martial Arts. Or blackbelt in Taekwondo. Taekwondo is now acrobatic crap. Even more sad. But they're still fantastic at the Olympics!!! China especially, who won Gold at Athens. Great video on Youtube.
Well.I've wasted my time on the internet, which is painfully not limitless, on a muse about the pathetic state of the martial arts scene in Singapore. Absymal.
I'll blog about the Adventure Camp next time. I think.