My reason for taking up a Chinese martial art was simple: I’m Chinese, and I should know kung-fu. I studied tae-kwon-do when I was eleven. A pale blue belt with a mini red tip was all I had to show for. One decade and two countries later, the quote, “..there’s a Stefan Fischer in Kensington who teaches wing chun”, changed my life. After reading the Wing Tsun website, I was sold. I sent my details, attended the demo night whereby I met Si Hing (Peter Caro) for the first time, and Sam Theo, who assisted Si Hing that evening. I signed up and I’ve never looked back. WT has presented me with two gifts: the gift of knowledge and the gift of family. I learn the fighting principles behind Wing Tsun, the lessons of non-ego, all-round fitness, physical strength and control, and most importantly, the confidence instilled in me to defend myself without hesitation. In this day and age of senseless violence, especially against women, arming one’s self with the knowledge of WT, is the one invaluable lesson all women should learn. (And there’s no greater satisfaction than to palm-strike a man in his groin, followed up by multiple chain-punches to the head with elbows to the face. Wooh!) I’m only five feet nothing, so I emphasize on technique and structure a lot more. Si-Fu bestows great lessons in training without one’s ego and Si Hing’s patience in his teaching helps me learn with accuracy. If I can do this, anyone can. It takes a few years to learn and a lifetime to master. But what I’ve learnt so far, I try to apply in life and I owe much of this to Si-Fu and Si Hing, without whom, I’d probably end up learning from self-professed wing chun grandmasters. Dor-jeh, Si-Fu! Dor-jeh, Si Hing! Mei | 
