Not farther back....

"Lao, 3 times?" I can hear these words from behind, a tutee asking her tutor how many times should she repeat writing the lessons. A short poem comes into my mind: Where dose love goes when it dies? If heart is the place where it came from, then where does it go when it dies? Back to the heart where it came from or turn into tears in the eyes? We recited this poem while studying Chinese education back in 3rd college. I also remeber my classes in Tibetan White Crane, Sifu would always ask us to do a certain form 10 times. Sometimes we also ask, "Si, 5 times lang?". Then Si would yell again "do that 10 times"!Repeatition is part of their secret: if you keep doing things (specially if you understand them) you'll eventually do them automatically with a heart. And that's how I was able to perfect my Mantis, I learned the routine by doing it over and over.