Kung Fu and Love

Kung Fu and Love
A great gift for Valentine's day or Chinese New Year

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Chapter one: The Dragon Phoenix School of Magic and Healing Arts.

It was an ordinary enough looking house on the top of the hill. Unlike other houses in the area it had a winding walkibg path out front. A tunnelled maze with grape vines providing a roof and apple trees tied and carefully  trained together on wire for a wall. It was alk strangely meticulous as nibidy had ever been seen to actually trim ir tend to this feat of garden mastery.

There was a place for cars to pull up and drop off children who would scurry through the magical tunnels up to the doorway into the house. You see inside the house was an afterschool program with 18 students. Never more than 18 and never less.

It wasnt always 9 boys and 9 girls, and they were usually of different ages, colors sizes and shapes.

Why were they there?

Inside the house was the Dragon Phoenix School of Magic and Healing Arts run by this Old Xiong, a wiry old man who ran around jumping up and down outside with the kids brandishing all manner of cardboard weaponry.

It had started with his two sons... and when they had grown too old for that nonsense he had opened this afterschool of sorts. They 18 children ran up and down the hill, dressed as pirates. The old man taught them moves and breathing techniques which the children mostly ignored. They did their homework and were fed. They played videogames and learned to play the lion drum and do the dragon dance. They played chess and go and jerng kei. They did research on the in ternet and coded. In the mornings they went to the local Public school, which was annoyed and somewhat suspicious of 18 children in one household. You see, some of these 18 were rich kids whose parents  had hired the crazy old man as a sort of mentor. Some of these parents had been taught by the old man themselves. Some of the students were poor and the parents could have cared less about the old man's teachings. They wanted their kids in the towns excellent school system.

The old man's wife was the one who made the money. And though some say she was older,  she had somehow preserved her youth. Some say with the old man's magic. Some say with magic of her own.

And others say there had been inheritance, or that in youth the old man had made a fortune illegally, or had struck it rich discovering Jade in Xinjiang. Or that his healing techniques were world renowned and peoole called for Psychic readings from all over the world... and that was how he made his real money.

In any case, the 18 students thing, seemed to be more about fun and less about an advertised school. It was probably unlicensed. But it was orderly and quiet enough, even with drum playing, which took place in the basement in a room filled with books on each wall, absorbing the sound.

In other words the neighbors did not complain... if they even really knew that there was an afterschool. Parents did not pick up the kids every day. It was actually somewhat sporadic.

And students usually stayed for a year or two. It was usually a transition period in their life. They had gotten too difficult for their parents. Or their parents bhad fallen on hard times and left their kids there until they could get their lives together. And almost always, they came out of it within 2-5 years, renewed and ready to take on the world. Not just parents, but the children or teens.

The old man, didn't try to keep them. He encouraged them to leave, to go out and conquer or start business, or what have you.

They didn't call him teacher or master. They just called him Old Xiong.

One day peoole started talking about this lake that was in a park nearby the house. You see, the neigbors were saying there were strange things going on near it. People are more superstitious than you would think. They were saying the lake was haunted or possessed by snake demons...that sort of thing.

"You would think Old Xiong would be all over that. Isn't that what he does? Exorcisms and all?" Neighbors joked.

The three sisters in their 90's who lived together across the street asked him about it point blank.

"Actually what I do is run up and down hills with children while carrying sticks, make them play Chinese chess with boards made of wood and stones and bottle caps, and watch tv with snacks... and meals too I guess. But yeah sure on the weekend we'll take a trip down to the lake."

Word got around and people watched the house waiting for something to happen. Old Xiong now knew that people were watching, so he made a big show of it when he finally di go down to the lake with the 18. They brought out lions and dragons and drums and he dressed up as a firebird, like the western phoenix with twin flaming swordss for wings. These he doused quickly in the lake before the fire department ciukd see, and inisted they had been an illusion. Nothing but cardboard with light orange colored cloth and led lights.

Then he brought out the Kwai fa boh deen
Scrolls and started chanting in Hokien (or so he claimed) the ancient eunuchs text for pik che geem faht, the sword form which could chase away evil.

He had a female student perform it with a sword made of reinforced paper mache... which also went up in flames and into the lake.

The water actually caught fire briefly and lo and behold, some bastards were dumping there that shouldn't have been. So that was the scientific explanation for  the lake being haunted!

Yeah some people still weren't so sure, but Old Xiong had still put on a show. Some people said he was fake as faries with his magic and healing arts.

But actually Old Xiong had never claimed otherwise. When asked where he learned his Martial Arts he would say, "Movies and Youtube."

He was just having fun with it. And actually that often annoyed people. But there was no question, when you saw him perform even half of a move that he knew what he was doing. In fact that he was a mastet from a long line of masters.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

The Hong Kong Wanderer

(To the tune of Brennan on the Moor)

Tis of a HK rich boy this story I will tell.
He forsook all if his riches, when in love he fell.
His Ai ren, had no money, so to a lo wah kieu she wed.
His parents bade him marry rich, he sailed away instead.

(Chorus)

Sing-jai on the sea, Sing-jai on the sea.
Brave, perhaps foolhardy was young Sing-jai on the sea.

Him being pampered as a youth, the sailing life was tough.
He couldn't boil water, he wasn't up to snuff.
He found some hingdais anyway and travelled the world around.

And when they all jumped ship it was in Boston's Chinatown.

(Chorus)

From the kitchen on the boat he worked the kitchen on the land.
And  fighting chew and screwers when things got out of hand.
And after that was TVB  and gambling through the night.
Unless the chai los robbed the den to steal and show their might.

(Chorus)

One time po jai, a friend of his, while being carted away,
Was seen by his white wife, who in anger she did say,
What if your son were to see you now all in this shameful plight.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

The will of Adam Cheung

Alright, if I'm gone, all my possessions go to Grace Cheng, the mother of my children. Because I trust her to make an adult decision about who to give it to etc. If that is not possible then it goes to Jonah Cheung my second son. Now, one may ask why I would break the rule, especially among Chinese, of first son takes all. First of all, we are not talking about an empire here. Secondly, I see how these kids play. If I give it all to Jonah he will share with Noah. If I give it all to Noah, Noah will spend it all on potato chips. Noah won't kill Jonah for the inheritance be ause Jonah does stuff for him, like get his shoes. Ok so it if can't go to Jonah it will then all go to Noah, who will no doubt laugh at its meager sum.... And spend it all on potato chips or the adult equivalent.

As to what to do with my body and all that, if you believe in Feng Shui make the best decision on that note but I can't help but notice that people who I have met who were sticklers for superstitions were not the luckiest. Neither were those who didn't believe in anything however. Make your own decision, but think of future generations.

Here is my e signature

Adam Cheung

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Eagles vs Patriots

When I was a child these were the two teams that I rooted for. Not that I knew a damn thing about football, or cared. It's just I was from Boston and spent summers and Christmas in Philly. I think back then the eagles were a decent team and I don't think the Patriots were anything special. This was ancient times.

The first time that I recall the Patriots winning the Super Bowl I was in highschool and out history teacher had been lucky enough to go to the game... He  told us that as the Patriots had just won and the cheering and celebration was just starting that frim a corner of the stadium a chant could be heard growing louder and louder...

"Yankees suck! Yankees suck! Yankees suck!"

Flash forward to my children's childhood and we live among Yankees fans. I am a Boston fan, and I honestly didn't think that I would necessarily care to bring those sports loyalties with me.... But I have found that the team colors sort if remind me of home. And like I said, the Ragles colors remind me of summers and Christmas with family. My oldest son is an avid sports fan. He calls his grandfather screaming "touchdown!" Into the phone. The younger one plays along, but like me he doesn't really care. I can tell.

We will definitely watch the super bowl. I will root for the Pats, but having won so many times....I actually hope the Eagles win. Sounds to wishy washy and I should pick a side? Screw you. I am mixed race, let alone mixed sports loyalties.

I will also be avoiding all contact with family members on social media until this game is over I think. Or maybe not...I mean it's just a game right?

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Jesus Wonder Woman!

Daughter of a more  benevolent Zeus
Than I remember from the Greek Stories.
She carries Artemis's Roman name.
An earthly name for an incarnate here.

Played by gorgeous enchanting Gal Godot
Whose ravishing hair, height, and accent slay,
It is not beauty that is most charming,
About the war goddess who flies above.

At once innocent while knowing man's sins.
She rejects reality, fights it, Wins!
Her sacrifice is love, her love explodes.
But love is resurrected in herself.

Ascending, arms spread like sol invictus,
The cross that Constantine saw in the sun.
She battles brother Ares, killing him.
With lightning, their father's signature strike.