OMG my Shaolin martial arts class is so awesome. Right now we're learning a set of moves called "Continuous Fist." Yes! I will know how to do something called Continuous Fist! I can't wait to pound an evil-doer with my fist! Continuously.
The Shaolin monks are kind of otherworldly; they move in ways I don't understand. They can dislocate their own hips to strike certain positions, for instance. They could probably unhinge their own jaws if they wanted. Once one of the monks was demonstrating a move but he had his back to us so we couldn't see what he was doing. The interpreter asked him to turn around and the monk laughed and said something. The interpreter said, "He forgot we can't see through his body."
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My fellow classmates are mostly hardcore martial arts doods with shaved heads and no sense of humor. Two of them were trying to impress each other by comparing their kung fu backgrounds; it was all bagwa this and bagwa that. I said, wow, there's a martial art called foie gras? and neither of them laughed. They both just looked at me and one of them said, "No." Comedy gold, people, COMEDY GOLD.
There are like three hardcore Hong Kong movie fan dorks of which I am one and we are extremely enthusiastic but woefully, unspeakably uncoordinated. If I dislocate my hip it's going to be because of a freak accident.
The monks dig me and regularly try out their English on me. Last week someone taught them the phrase "so far so good" which they found completely hysterical. When I got to class they were all, Hi, how are you? and I was all, Good, how are you? and they shouted SO FAR SO GOOD and exploded with laughter. It ruled so hard.
Yesterday when I arrived the monks were all, How are you? and I said SO FAR SO GOOD and again: peals of laughter. You guys, it's my first Shaolin inside joke!
Can you tell which monk is the splashier one?