Hehehe.. my arms look bigger than his!... (Q looks constipated in the 2nd picture.... so funny!!!)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Highlights of my Day... Tuesday, September 30
1. The other day I bought this super sweet dress. It’s quite business-like and it’s definitely very flattering to the body… best $40 I’ve spent in a long time!!! Wearing it to school today got me tons of compliments and comments. Scored the title “s-line queen” from some of my first period students… hehehe.
2. As far as I am concerned, if you go on a date with someone than certain follow-up steps are a must unless you aren’t interested, so when three days had past and I hadn’t heard from Special K, I took as he wasn’t interested. “Another one bites the dust” I thought to myself, no worries. I liked him but didn’t feel that kind of spark, you know, like chemistry. Come to think of it, I think I bored him with my constant talking about training and dieting. I must admit, my health is my top priority.
3. I know it may sound a bit shallow of me but here me out, I can’t see myself with a man that’s not into exercising. Ok, so I like a fit man, fair enough, I’m a fit girl. But it goes beyond just the physical attraction, it’s a lifestyle for me. Treating me out to luxury dinning and showering me with candy and sweets will do nothing for you but guarantee I won’t be calling you for a second date. I don’t want to date someone that really drinks or smokes and he’s got to be hitting the gym a couple of times a week or at least be conscious of what he’s putting into his body (watches what he eats). My training schedule is hard but my diet is even harder, very restricting, and I’m not about to throw it away for some dude who thinks his cuteness will win me over. Cuteness fads in life but health will give you a longer happier life.
4. I had made the realization last night that while I was trying on different guys “for size” (as if they were shoes… hehehe) I had always had one that fit, Q. Ok, so he made me cry and ok, so he’s oblivious to what it’s like for me as a foreigner, but he makes me smile, he’s always quick to bombard me with kisses and brush my hair from my face, he’s honest and respected, and he makes me laugh… those things are important to me. I rather have a funny guy than a smart guy, a cute guy than a handsome guy, a silly guy than a serious guy, and I rather have someone I can trust over someone that leaves me guessing and questioning. That’s always been my problem with guys. It’s always been hard for a guy to earn my trust. I trust Q though.
5. And so, on that note, I called Q and all it took was one phone call and a giggle to get him to jump back into the picture. The picture may not be perfect but it is pretty cozy.
6. Showing up at boxing with Q walking in right after me raised many eyebrows considering last time we had this same situation, we were on bad terms and everyone felt our bad vibes. I thought it funny to play with them all for a bit and so when Q accidentally stepped on my rolled-out hand wrap, I yelled out “Ya!” to him. Junior Mint instantly stood up, thinking that we were about to scrap. Others stopped to watched. But when Q turned around, I added, “be careful, ok cutie?” and with that a huge laughter filled the club… hehehe.
7. Some university boys came to check out the club and so Junior Mint trained me like a mad man… I love it though. It’s one of those love-hate things. The training kills me and leaves me feeling extremely exhausted but then there’s my love of it, knowing that it totally worked my body past it’s potential point.
8. Ended up getting into an argument with Junior Mint and everyone watched it go down, I was quite embarrassed but I had to get it off my chest. I had asked him when my next fight is and he kind of brushed off my question, that is, until I mentioned that if he’s not willing to give me a fight than I know who will. Yes, that’s right… a little something for him to think about. He didn’t do much thinking about it though, although I’m not to sure on whether or not I’ve been approached by another boxing club owner, a man in Seoul, who wants to be my manager and is promising me another fight if I sign with him. My loyalty is to Junior Mint and I would never turn on him but I need another fight. It’s no longer whether or not I want one. Sponsors are getting anxious for another match and unless I can tell them a for sure date, they’ll move on to the next girl.
9. Junior Mint snapped back at me, telling me that it’s hard to schedule a fight when the fighters are female. “I know that but it’s YOUR job!” I said. He looked at me and I seriously thought he was going to give me a good beat to the head for talking so rudely, but he didn’t. Q jumped into the argument by telling Junior Mint that I’ve been talking about leaving Korea for good, this is true. I had told Q that I stayed in Korea for him and my boxing but with him and I on the rocks, I am now only here for my boxing… my boxing that hasn’t been giving me any fights. It’s so frustrating. Honestly, Junior Mint can’t afford to lose me to Canada, not right now at least. With Panty Boy Jr. out of the scene, the club’s main representative boxers are Black Skinny and me. Black Skinny is a Korean champion and I am the first and only foreign female professional boxer in this whole country. Between the two of us, we’ve created a lot of hype for the club and a lot of publicity for Junior Mint.
10. By the end of the argument we had come to a conclusion… Black Skinny won’t fight unless I am given a fight in the same tournament and vise verso with me fighting unless he has a fight.
QUESTION OF THE DAY…
Now days elementary kids have boy/girfriends, what ever happened to just being a kid?
QUOTE OF THE DAY…
Everywhere I looked, people were standing in twos -- it was like Noah's Upper West Side rent-controlled Ark.
-- from the show Sex and the City
2. As far as I am concerned, if you go on a date with someone than certain follow-up steps are a must unless you aren’t interested, so when three days had past and I hadn’t heard from Special K, I took as he wasn’t interested. “Another one bites the dust” I thought to myself, no worries. I liked him but didn’t feel that kind of spark, you know, like chemistry. Come to think of it, I think I bored him with my constant talking about training and dieting. I must admit, my health is my top priority.
3. I know it may sound a bit shallow of me but here me out, I can’t see myself with a man that’s not into exercising. Ok, so I like a fit man, fair enough, I’m a fit girl. But it goes beyond just the physical attraction, it’s a lifestyle for me. Treating me out to luxury dinning and showering me with candy and sweets will do nothing for you but guarantee I won’t be calling you for a second date. I don’t want to date someone that really drinks or smokes and he’s got to be hitting the gym a couple of times a week or at least be conscious of what he’s putting into his body (watches what he eats). My training schedule is hard but my diet is even harder, very restricting, and I’m not about to throw it away for some dude who thinks his cuteness will win me over. Cuteness fads in life but health will give you a longer happier life.
4. I had made the realization last night that while I was trying on different guys “for size” (as if they were shoes… hehehe) I had always had one that fit, Q. Ok, so he made me cry and ok, so he’s oblivious to what it’s like for me as a foreigner, but he makes me smile, he’s always quick to bombard me with kisses and brush my hair from my face, he’s honest and respected, and he makes me laugh… those things are important to me. I rather have a funny guy than a smart guy, a cute guy than a handsome guy, a silly guy than a serious guy, and I rather have someone I can trust over someone that leaves me guessing and questioning. That’s always been my problem with guys. It’s always been hard for a guy to earn my trust. I trust Q though.
5. And so, on that note, I called Q and all it took was one phone call and a giggle to get him to jump back into the picture. The picture may not be perfect but it is pretty cozy.
6. Showing up at boxing with Q walking in right after me raised many eyebrows considering last time we had this same situation, we were on bad terms and everyone felt our bad vibes. I thought it funny to play with them all for a bit and so when Q accidentally stepped on my rolled-out hand wrap, I yelled out “Ya!” to him. Junior Mint instantly stood up, thinking that we were about to scrap. Others stopped to watched. But when Q turned around, I added, “be careful, ok cutie?” and with that a huge laughter filled the club… hehehe.
7. Some university boys came to check out the club and so Junior Mint trained me like a mad man… I love it though. It’s one of those love-hate things. The training kills me and leaves me feeling extremely exhausted but then there’s my love of it, knowing that it totally worked my body past it’s potential point.
8. Ended up getting into an argument with Junior Mint and everyone watched it go down, I was quite embarrassed but I had to get it off my chest. I had asked him when my next fight is and he kind of brushed off my question, that is, until I mentioned that if he’s not willing to give me a fight than I know who will. Yes, that’s right… a little something for him to think about. He didn’t do much thinking about it though, although I’m not to sure on whether or not I’ve been approached by another boxing club owner, a man in Seoul, who wants to be my manager and is promising me another fight if I sign with him. My loyalty is to Junior Mint and I would never turn on him but I need another fight. It’s no longer whether or not I want one. Sponsors are getting anxious for another match and unless I can tell them a for sure date, they’ll move on to the next girl.
9. Junior Mint snapped back at me, telling me that it’s hard to schedule a fight when the fighters are female. “I know that but it’s YOUR job!” I said. He looked at me and I seriously thought he was going to give me a good beat to the head for talking so rudely, but he didn’t. Q jumped into the argument by telling Junior Mint that I’ve been talking about leaving Korea for good, this is true. I had told Q that I stayed in Korea for him and my boxing but with him and I on the rocks, I am now only here for my boxing… my boxing that hasn’t been giving me any fights. It’s so frustrating. Honestly, Junior Mint can’t afford to lose me to Canada, not right now at least. With Panty Boy Jr. out of the scene, the club’s main representative boxers are Black Skinny and me. Black Skinny is a Korean champion and I am the first and only foreign female professional boxer in this whole country. Between the two of us, we’ve created a lot of hype for the club and a lot of publicity for Junior Mint.
10. By the end of the argument we had come to a conclusion… Black Skinny won’t fight unless I am given a fight in the same tournament and vise verso with me fighting unless he has a fight.
QUESTION OF THE DAY…
Now days elementary kids have boy/girfriends, what ever happened to just being a kid?
QUOTE OF THE DAY…
Everywhere I looked, people were standing in twos -- it was like Noah's Upper West Side rent-controlled Ark.
-- from the show Sex and the City
Monday, September 29, 2008
Highlights of my Day... Monday, September 29
1. My first class of the week kills me. I don’t know whether it’s because it’s at 9:20am on a Monday morning, everyone seems to hate Mondays, or what but every week this class sits there starring up at me. Thankfully I’ve got this one particular student. He’s older than the others and his English rocks and so I depend on him to get me through the lesson, after all, he’s the only one who ever answers my questions. Getting the others to talk is like pulling teeth.. quite painful.
2. By the time first period ended, I was able to breath again knowing that the rest of my week is a breeze compared to this class.
3. Got into quite the discussion with some of my second period class students. We were talking about what activities they’re into and, as it turns out, one of my students is a very successful kick-boxer. Another student jumped into our discussion during break time, telling us that she just started taking hapkido. We all had a good giggle at the fact that there the three of us stood and yet, looking at our smiley cute faces, you’d never guess that we’re fighters. Got invited to come watch a kick-boxing practice by the one boy. He trains out in Seoul but I just may drop by, I think it’d be really interesting to check out.
4. A bunch of my male students showed up dressed to the nines today… wow. One wore a suit, another wore dress pants and a vest, and two others wore white blazers and crisp new jeans. As the girls of the class walked in, they gave these particular guys the double look and, oddly enough, I felt kind of proud. It was such a strange feeling. I guess it goes back to the fact that on many occasions I feel like a kind of older sister to many of them. I suppose this was one of those times.
5. I love running into students outside of school and today I ran into a pack of my female students when I was at the grocery store. They were buying milk and crackers when they spotted me. It was hilarious. All at once they shouted out “Professor Michelle!!!” and came running over to me. Their yelling totally caught me off guard and so I dropped a bag of apples, sending them flying all over the grocery store floor.
6. I ended up treating the girls to banana milk and some of my favourite crackers. When we parted our ways, I turned back to say goodbye and they again yelled out my name, made heart signs with their hands and a couple of them yelled out “I love you!”… hehehe. Gotta love Korean students… very cute!!!
7. Headed over to the club for my usual daily boxing training. I went in earlier than usual and ended up running into Mr. Anti-Social who’s even more anti-social than me. No one ever talks to him, I don’t know why either though. Come to think of it, besides the occasional grunts he’s sent my way when he caught me looking at him longer than I should have been, I’ve never heard him talk. He’s about 26 and word has it he’s eagerly wanting a fight… you and me both, I thought to myself. Not too sure why but it obvious by the looks he gets in the club that no one is particularly fond of him but with his Fabio Korean rock star hair, chiseled bad-boy body and strong jaw line (see… I told you I looked at him too long), he’s actually quite a big chunk of eye candy. Mind ya, in my world, a 57kg man freaks me out considering I weigh-in at 53kgs.
8. Trying to talk to Mr. Anti-Social only scored me a dirty look and a cold shoulder, running into him accidentally when he was in the change room, oh gosh, scored me quite an earful… not to mention quite an eyeful too!!!
9. While doing my abs workout, Junior Mint sat down beside me and started to ask me questions about my date yesterday. He knows all too well about my life and if there’s anyone that I spill my beans to, it’s him. He joked about setting up a “meeting” for me and so I started to tell him what kind of guy I like… and then it hit me; I had just described Q.
10. Got asked to go to the movies tonight by some friends but decided to stay in, not knowing that the movie I was about to see would kill my beauty sleep and kill my nerves. Ended up watching a movie called “Darkness” and it left me tossing and turning all night.
QUESTION OF THE DAY…
Did I just lose something great?
QUOTE OF THE DAY…
The trouble with using experience as a guide is that the final exam often comes first and then the lesson.
-- Author Unknown
2. By the time first period ended, I was able to breath again knowing that the rest of my week is a breeze compared to this class.
3. Got into quite the discussion with some of my second period class students. We were talking about what activities they’re into and, as it turns out, one of my students is a very successful kick-boxer. Another student jumped into our discussion during break time, telling us that she just started taking hapkido. We all had a good giggle at the fact that there the three of us stood and yet, looking at our smiley cute faces, you’d never guess that we’re fighters. Got invited to come watch a kick-boxing practice by the one boy. He trains out in Seoul but I just may drop by, I think it’d be really interesting to check out.
4. A bunch of my male students showed up dressed to the nines today… wow. One wore a suit, another wore dress pants and a vest, and two others wore white blazers and crisp new jeans. As the girls of the class walked in, they gave these particular guys the double look and, oddly enough, I felt kind of proud. It was such a strange feeling. I guess it goes back to the fact that on many occasions I feel like a kind of older sister to many of them. I suppose this was one of those times.
5. I love running into students outside of school and today I ran into a pack of my female students when I was at the grocery store. They were buying milk and crackers when they spotted me. It was hilarious. All at once they shouted out “Professor Michelle!!!” and came running over to me. Their yelling totally caught me off guard and so I dropped a bag of apples, sending them flying all over the grocery store floor.
6. I ended up treating the girls to banana milk and some of my favourite crackers. When we parted our ways, I turned back to say goodbye and they again yelled out my name, made heart signs with their hands and a couple of them yelled out “I love you!”… hehehe. Gotta love Korean students… very cute!!!
7. Headed over to the club for my usual daily boxing training. I went in earlier than usual and ended up running into Mr. Anti-Social who’s even more anti-social than me. No one ever talks to him, I don’t know why either though. Come to think of it, besides the occasional grunts he’s sent my way when he caught me looking at him longer than I should have been, I’ve never heard him talk. He’s about 26 and word has it he’s eagerly wanting a fight… you and me both, I thought to myself. Not too sure why but it obvious by the looks he gets in the club that no one is particularly fond of him but with his Fabio Korean rock star hair, chiseled bad-boy body and strong jaw line (see… I told you I looked at him too long), he’s actually quite a big chunk of eye candy. Mind ya, in my world, a 57kg man freaks me out considering I weigh-in at 53kgs.
8. Trying to talk to Mr. Anti-Social only scored me a dirty look and a cold shoulder, running into him accidentally when he was in the change room, oh gosh, scored me quite an earful… not to mention quite an eyeful too!!!
9. While doing my abs workout, Junior Mint sat down beside me and started to ask me questions about my date yesterday. He knows all too well about my life and if there’s anyone that I spill my beans to, it’s him. He joked about setting up a “meeting” for me and so I started to tell him what kind of guy I like… and then it hit me; I had just described Q.
10. Got asked to go to the movies tonight by some friends but decided to stay in, not knowing that the movie I was about to see would kill my beauty sleep and kill my nerves. Ended up watching a movie called “Darkness” and it left me tossing and turning all night.
QUESTION OF THE DAY…
Did I just lose something great?
QUOTE OF THE DAY…
The trouble with using experience as a guide is that the final exam often comes first and then the lesson.
-- Author Unknown
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Highlights of my Day... Sunday, September 28
1. Woke up at the crack of dawn to take Mi Nam out for his usual walk. It was 7:30am, way too early to be waking up on a Sunday morning. Isn’t there some kind of law against this?!... hehehe.
2. Upon meeting up at 9am with two of my coworkers before we headed out to church, I found out that church doesn’t start until 11am and it’s in Suwon… the very city I would be returning tonight for my date.
3. Two things I’m not particularly fond of, 1. foreigners and 2. meeting crowds of new people. Recently, I agree, I’ve really secluded myself and have been keeping on a low profile. I like it though. I don’t really like meeting new people, especially when they come in crowds so when I entered the church, I instantly sought out a seat and become a shy mute.
4. The church is in an international school that the church actually runs. It’s a beautiful and massive school and the church service is ran by an American man and his wife, both of which were super sweet to me and my anti-social smiles.
5. My coworker made a spectacle when they asked if they had any new comers. I was quite fine with being overlooked but he insisted on raising my hand. After the service I tried to hide my welcome bag, hoping that if no one saw it, no one would realize I was the new girl in the crowd.
6. Coolest part of the service was the fact that after singing the song once or twice in English, they then prompt up the lyrics in Korean for us to sing. I was quite proud of being able to sing it with ease despite it being my first time to see the songs.
7. It seemed that no sooner that I arrived back in Cheonan but I was then getting ready to head back out to Suwon. I had a date… not sure if it were to be a hot date or not but nonetheless, it was a date. A date is a date. Last minute though, I decided to ditch the naked dress and make a dress out of a long sleeve pretty white shirt that I had in my closet. Added a black leather belt, some funky earrings, my long brown leather boots and off I went.
8. No hot steamy details to inform you of regarding my date. It was nice and sweet. He took me out for dinner at this restaurant where neither of us knew what to do. It was some kind of serve-yourself place but the workers caught on quick that we were new there and so they were incredibly helpful to us. Very cool.
9. Dinner was followed by coffee, green tea latte actually, and my green tea latte was followed by a walk to my bus stop. It was getting late and we both had to work early the next day. My date, Special K, was incredibly sweet to me and it was great to talk to him. He has a real attractive appeal in the way that he talks and I don’t think he even knows it. He’s got that kind of geek sex appeal to him... quite cute. When I said goodbye to him, he handed me an envelop he had been carrying around the whole evening. He said that inside it held two things, one of which was a movie he had picked that reminded him of me. As for the other thing, he said that if I couldn’t spare him 24 hours of my next weekend or wasn’t interested that I should just throw it away. I thought that was super sweet of him, even romantic actually. Despite the night being fun, I boarded the bus rather frustrated knowing that I didn’t really feel physically attracted to him. I was dreading this would happen. I don’t know what it is but most of my friends like their men tall, dark and handsome. Tall guys kind of freak me out and I much prefer a shorter pudgy dude. I guess that’s where the Oedipus complex kicks in because my father is a short man that is a tad bit pudgy with his cute Polish cheeks. But enough about that.
10. Upon arriving at home, I looked up at there sat Panty Boy Jr. on his newest fascination, a Suzuki racing bike. “Jump on girl!” he yelled at me. I shouldn’t have got on because Junior Mint would give me a serious beating if he knew but I justified that I wasn’t breaking our pinky-swear promise from the other day. I wasn’t driving, I was simply a mere rider. It had been a weird day and I needed some kind of escape. Riding on the back never felt so good and as he drove faster and faster, it seemed as though if we drove fast enough, we might just be able to escape what was burdening me.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
What do you call a cyclist who doesn't wear a helmet?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.
-- Author Unknown
(P.S. my answer to that question: an organ donor)
2. Upon meeting up at 9am with two of my coworkers before we headed out to church, I found out that church doesn’t start until 11am and it’s in Suwon… the very city I would be returning tonight for my date.
3. Two things I’m not particularly fond of, 1. foreigners and 2. meeting crowds of new people. Recently, I agree, I’ve really secluded myself and have been keeping on a low profile. I like it though. I don’t really like meeting new people, especially when they come in crowds so when I entered the church, I instantly sought out a seat and become a shy mute.
4. The church is in an international school that the church actually runs. It’s a beautiful and massive school and the church service is ran by an American man and his wife, both of which were super sweet to me and my anti-social smiles.
5. My coworker made a spectacle when they asked if they had any new comers. I was quite fine with being overlooked but he insisted on raising my hand. After the service I tried to hide my welcome bag, hoping that if no one saw it, no one would realize I was the new girl in the crowd.
6. Coolest part of the service was the fact that after singing the song once or twice in English, they then prompt up the lyrics in Korean for us to sing. I was quite proud of being able to sing it with ease despite it being my first time to see the songs.
7. It seemed that no sooner that I arrived back in Cheonan but I was then getting ready to head back out to Suwon. I had a date… not sure if it were to be a hot date or not but nonetheless, it was a date. A date is a date. Last minute though, I decided to ditch the naked dress and make a dress out of a long sleeve pretty white shirt that I had in my closet. Added a black leather belt, some funky earrings, my long brown leather boots and off I went.
8. No hot steamy details to inform you of regarding my date. It was nice and sweet. He took me out for dinner at this restaurant where neither of us knew what to do. It was some kind of serve-yourself place but the workers caught on quick that we were new there and so they were incredibly helpful to us. Very cool.
9. Dinner was followed by coffee, green tea latte actually, and my green tea latte was followed by a walk to my bus stop. It was getting late and we both had to work early the next day. My date, Special K, was incredibly sweet to me and it was great to talk to him. He has a real attractive appeal in the way that he talks and I don’t think he even knows it. He’s got that kind of geek sex appeal to him... quite cute. When I said goodbye to him, he handed me an envelop he had been carrying around the whole evening. He said that inside it held two things, one of which was a movie he had picked that reminded him of me. As for the other thing, he said that if I couldn’t spare him 24 hours of my next weekend or wasn’t interested that I should just throw it away. I thought that was super sweet of him, even romantic actually. Despite the night being fun, I boarded the bus rather frustrated knowing that I didn’t really feel physically attracted to him. I was dreading this would happen. I don’t know what it is but most of my friends like their men tall, dark and handsome. Tall guys kind of freak me out and I much prefer a shorter pudgy dude. I guess that’s where the Oedipus complex kicks in because my father is a short man that is a tad bit pudgy with his cute Polish cheeks. But enough about that.
10. Upon arriving at home, I looked up at there sat Panty Boy Jr. on his newest fascination, a Suzuki racing bike. “Jump on girl!” he yelled at me. I shouldn’t have got on because Junior Mint would give me a serious beating if he knew but I justified that I wasn’t breaking our pinky-swear promise from the other day. I wasn’t driving, I was simply a mere rider. It had been a weird day and I needed some kind of escape. Riding on the back never felt so good and as he drove faster and faster, it seemed as though if we drove fast enough, we might just be able to escape what was burdening me.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
What do you call a cyclist who doesn't wear a helmet?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.
-- Author Unknown
(P.S. my answer to that question: an organ donor)
Saturday, September 27, 2008
After years of heartaches and break-ups, I’ve never been one to break-down because of some guy. There’s only ever been one guy who’s ripped my heart out, stepped on it, stamped on it… did the twist and whole long dance on it too, but I survived.
Someone once told me, the perfect revenge, if you’d even call it that, is to show that very same person who made you so sad that you’re happy. And so, on that note, my break-ups always send me into workout hardcore mode, knowing that one day I’ll have the awkward run-in with “him” and what better way to do than with a new hot bod!!!
Someone once told me, the perfect revenge, if you’d even call it that, is to show that very same person who made you so sad that you’re happy. And so, on that note, my break-ups always send me into workout hardcore mode, knowing that one day I’ll have the awkward run-in with “him” and what better way to do than with a new hot bod!!!
Highlights of my Day... Saturday, September 27
1. Today was a total write-off in that I really didn’t do what I was supposed to do and I spent my morning on the roof top of my building, looking out, as if I could see Canada if I squinted hard enough, wondering what my friends are doing in Canada. Ahhh… I’m still homesick.
2. Q showed up unexpectedly at my door and that was interesting. I saw him in the door camera and so, and I know this makes me a tad bit immature, but I took off my tank top and swung open the door. Had I had more warning time that he'd be coming by, I seriously would have dropped to the floor to do some push-ups and crunches. Sounds silly, I know, but that's just the kind of girl I am. Anyway, so there I stood in full view, with my hot pink bra-top on, my Adidas pants, and “eat your heart out!” repeating in my head. “Yup, that’s right” I thought, “breaking up always does my body good… gives me time to really focus on my training”… hehehe.
3. My shocking door opening scene wasn’t too much of a shock to him, considering I spend about 90% of my time in my house wearing just that. And so, he walked in, gave me a double look and asked me what I wanted for lunch. He acted like nothing had changed, that is, until he asked me what I am doing tomorrow. “I’m going on a date” I responded. Yes that’s right buck-a-roo, tomorrow I have a date with a super intelligent, sweet guy and I’m debating whether or not I should wear my naked dress or my skinny skirt.
4. Didn’t go boxing today, in fact, I didn’t even go to weight training. I’ve been so behind in my emailing and whatnot and so I tried to attack it all today. On average I get about 15 emails a day and so it’s quite the challenge sometimes. Then there’s my homepage comments… which I TOTALLY love, thank you… but I must admit, I am brutal for responding. Tosco Reno emailed me the other day, which is awesome cause she’s such a HUGE inspiration to me with my fitness training, but I still haven’t even gotten around to emailing her back.
5. Note to friends, family, homepage commenters, and whatnot, I DO love all your emails and comments but please be patient with my responses, thanks.
6. Because of my date tomorrow with Special K, tonight I spent a good chunk of my night making my Power Point lecture file. Wow… we’re already on week five in the course. In three more weeks my students will be having midterms, which means… oh ya baby… not to get too ahead of myself, but, in another eight weeks after that I’ll be having TWO MONTHS vacation… sweet.
7. Much later in the evening, like now in the early, early Sunday morning hours, I decided to jump on uStream.TV and broadcast from my apartment. Apparently I have 40 followers of my show, 42 now, and so it was cool to chat with some of them. Boy Toy from my hometown jumped online and so did Homegirl… thanks guys! We joked about various things and I showed them my naked dress… hehehe.
8. I’m thinking about setting a set time and day for my show, “Chilling at Home”, but I’m assuming my followers are from Canada or the States and so it’s hard to pick a time. Having said that, if you’ve watched my uStream.TV or would like to, please message me either here on my homepage or email to tell me which day and time you recommend, thanks.
9. By the time I logged off uStream.TV it was in the wee, wee hours of Sunday morning and considering I had to be up around 7:30am, it left me with very little beauty sleep. I had agreed to go to one of my coworker’s church. We weren’t going to leave for church until 9am but considering I have Mi Nam, waking up late just isn’t really an option, hence why I had to wake up at 7:30am.
10. Wow… do you realize in a couple of weeks Mi Nam will be celebrating his second birthday… and here I’ve been telling everyone that he’s a baby. He’s not a baby… almost 2!!! How ironic to think that today, of all days, I think about the day and reason why I adopted Mi Nam (to get over a heart-ripping break-up) and yet here I am again, sitting with Mi Nam and going through another break-up. My first break-up was terrible… I was devastated, but getting over it showed me that yes, life does continue on and yes, the heart does heal, and yes, the heart does love again. This gives me hope and so it’s this hope that makes this break-up more of a heartache than a heartbreak.
QUESTION OF THE DAY…
Who is your sunshine?
QUOTE OF THE DAY…
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
-- Anthony J. D'Angelo
2. Q showed up unexpectedly at my door and that was interesting. I saw him in the door camera and so, and I know this makes me a tad bit immature, but I took off my tank top and swung open the door. Had I had more warning time that he'd be coming by, I seriously would have dropped to the floor to do some push-ups and crunches. Sounds silly, I know, but that's just the kind of girl I am. Anyway, so there I stood in full view, with my hot pink bra-top on, my Adidas pants, and “eat your heart out!” repeating in my head. “Yup, that’s right” I thought, “breaking up always does my body good… gives me time to really focus on my training”… hehehe.
3. My shocking door opening scene wasn’t too much of a shock to him, considering I spend about 90% of my time in my house wearing just that. And so, he walked in, gave me a double look and asked me what I wanted for lunch. He acted like nothing had changed, that is, until he asked me what I am doing tomorrow. “I’m going on a date” I responded. Yes that’s right buck-a-roo, tomorrow I have a date with a super intelligent, sweet guy and I’m debating whether or not I should wear my naked dress or my skinny skirt.
4. Didn’t go boxing today, in fact, I didn’t even go to weight training. I’ve been so behind in my emailing and whatnot and so I tried to attack it all today. On average I get about 15 emails a day and so it’s quite the challenge sometimes. Then there’s my homepage comments… which I TOTALLY love, thank you… but I must admit, I am brutal for responding. Tosco Reno emailed me the other day, which is awesome cause she’s such a HUGE inspiration to me with my fitness training, but I still haven’t even gotten around to emailing her back.
5. Note to friends, family, homepage commenters, and whatnot, I DO love all your emails and comments but please be patient with my responses, thanks.
6. Because of my date tomorrow with Special K, tonight I spent a good chunk of my night making my Power Point lecture file. Wow… we’re already on week five in the course. In three more weeks my students will be having midterms, which means… oh ya baby… not to get too ahead of myself, but, in another eight weeks after that I’ll be having TWO MONTHS vacation… sweet.
7. Much later in the evening, like now in the early, early Sunday morning hours, I decided to jump on uStream.TV and broadcast from my apartment. Apparently I have 40 followers of my show, 42 now, and so it was cool to chat with some of them. Boy Toy from my hometown jumped online and so did Homegirl… thanks guys! We joked about various things and I showed them my naked dress… hehehe.
8. I’m thinking about setting a set time and day for my show, “Chilling at Home”, but I’m assuming my followers are from Canada or the States and so it’s hard to pick a time. Having said that, if you’ve watched my uStream.TV or would like to, please message me either here on my homepage or email to tell me which day and time you recommend, thanks.
9. By the time I logged off uStream.TV it was in the wee, wee hours of Sunday morning and considering I had to be up around 7:30am, it left me with very little beauty sleep. I had agreed to go to one of my coworker’s church. We weren’t going to leave for church until 9am but considering I have Mi Nam, waking up late just isn’t really an option, hence why I had to wake up at 7:30am.
10. Wow… do you realize in a couple of weeks Mi Nam will be celebrating his second birthday… and here I’ve been telling everyone that he’s a baby. He’s not a baby… almost 2!!! How ironic to think that today, of all days, I think about the day and reason why I adopted Mi Nam (to get over a heart-ripping break-up) and yet here I am again, sitting with Mi Nam and going through another break-up. My first break-up was terrible… I was devastated, but getting over it showed me that yes, life does continue on and yes, the heart does heal, and yes, the heart does love again. This gives me hope and so it’s this hope that makes this break-up more of a heartache than a heartbreak.
QUESTION OF THE DAY…
Who is your sunshine?
QUOTE OF THE DAY…
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
-- Anthony J. D'Angelo
Friday, September 26, 2008
Highlights of my Day... Friday, September 26
1. Started my day off on a late note after I pressed the snooze button one too many times. Next thing I knew it, it was twenty to eight and I had twenty minutes to get ready and get myself over to the Cheonan Trump’s office. He was a no show but I was totally well aware that they noted my puffy eyes and will tell the Cheonan Trump all about them… they always do. Strange girls, they never really talk to me but they’re always quick to tell the Cheonan Trump that they saw me and whatnot. Not too sure what that’s about. Hopefully they also noted my skinny skirt that I wore to make up for the sleep lines on my cheek and puffy morning eyes.
2. Had intended to hit the weights before my Korean class but ended up totally falling asleep on the coach for a good couple of hours. Woke up to the smell of poop.. oh gosh. Not too sure what’s up with Mi Nam these past 2 days but he’s been acting bad. In addition to him randomly trying to start up wrestling matches in the middle of the night, he’s been refusing to eat in front of me. Usually we both eat breakfast together and then I take him out for a walk but lately it’s just been me eating. He waits till I leave the house and so, well, a belly full of food leads to needing to the bathroom, hence the lovely surprises I’ve been coming home to.
3. So, as you can read, my day started off rough and it continued on this way long into the evening. I got drilled at Korean tutoring and this week’s study chapter was loaded to the brim with new vocabulary, my weakness, and so I got blazed. I went from feeling comfortable and confident about this week’s studying to feeling like I knew nothing… dang!!!
4. Feeling like I wanted nothing more than to pound my stress away on the sand bags at boxing, I headed over to the club. I’ve changed my tutoring time and so tonight I ended up having to train later on in the evening. I arrived at the club and Junior Mint lectured me about coming late, which I wasn’t as mentioned earlier… I get tutored later now.
5. Then I opened up my bag and realized I had forgotten to pack one of my new Adidas boxing gloves and was told to run home to get it. My house is about a 10-15 minute walk from the club but Junior Mint told me I only had 10 minutes to go and come back with the glove. I begged for more time, claiming that I couldn’t possibly run in flip flops, “10 minutes” was all he said. And so, on that note, I ran barefoot home, grabbed my glove, tossed on some runners and jetted it back to the club only to then run into the ex in the door way. He tried to stop me to say something but I dodged him and ran up the stairs. Junior Mint saw it all go down.
6. Outside the club a huge accident involving two delivery scooters and a massive transport trunk played out. Not too sure what happened but by the sound of the skidding tire sounds, it sounded like a nasty accident. The delivery scooters, both loaded up with dishes and food, went flying and so did the drivers. We all ran to the window to watch it. I watched a bit but continued to train cause Junior Mint is always harping on me to train and ONLY train.
7. One of the high school boys turned to me and blurted out that I am a surely a better bike rider. Over came Junior Mint and WHACK… right on the back of the head. I instantly dropped my skipping rope and starred at him. “I know you still are riding!” he said and then he made me pinky swear I’d never ride again. Turns out some of the high school boys spotted me a little while back riding one of Panty Boy’s racing bikes downtown and ratted me out to Junior Mint. Nice… “no more ice cream for YOU!” I yelled out to the high school boys.
8. A common friend of Q and mine at the boxing club made it quite clear that he was siding with Q, which was news to me cause I didn’t recall making anyone pick sides. So he and Q trained while the rest of the onlookers stood trying to make sense of the clear tension between us. Junior Mint tried to lighten the tension during pad work by telling me to hit the pad as if it were Q’s face, it didn’t help. I don’t care to hit him, I don’t care to do anything to him or for him… I just want him to leave me alone and get out of my head… and definitely not train when I train.
9. Tonight I definitely got an overdose of beats. I’d say on average I get a minor beating once or twice a day but today it felt like non-stop. I got one beat for the following:
a. showing up late
b. forgetting some of my gear
c. running home barefoot
d. not saying hi to the ex when I returned to the club
e. because some high school kid ratted me out for riding a motorcycle
f. for not being able to focus during training
10. By the time training had finished, I was exhausted, both from the training and from the beats… and from trying desperately hard to ignore Q. I was so frustrated. I train so hard and try so hard to mind my own business but tonight it felt like I couldn’t do anything right. And so, on that note, I stayed home and tried to enjoy a movie. Lotte Super store had a massive bin with one dollar movies and so I picked up a couple on my way home. The choices were limited and when I popped in a movie, the quality was brutal… dang!
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
When does it get easier?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
A bargain is something you can't use at a price you can't resist.
-- Franklin P. Jones
2. Had intended to hit the weights before my Korean class but ended up totally falling asleep on the coach for a good couple of hours. Woke up to the smell of poop.. oh gosh. Not too sure what’s up with Mi Nam these past 2 days but he’s been acting bad. In addition to him randomly trying to start up wrestling matches in the middle of the night, he’s been refusing to eat in front of me. Usually we both eat breakfast together and then I take him out for a walk but lately it’s just been me eating. He waits till I leave the house and so, well, a belly full of food leads to needing to the bathroom, hence the lovely surprises I’ve been coming home to.
3. So, as you can read, my day started off rough and it continued on this way long into the evening. I got drilled at Korean tutoring and this week’s study chapter was loaded to the brim with new vocabulary, my weakness, and so I got blazed. I went from feeling comfortable and confident about this week’s studying to feeling like I knew nothing… dang!!!
4. Feeling like I wanted nothing more than to pound my stress away on the sand bags at boxing, I headed over to the club. I’ve changed my tutoring time and so tonight I ended up having to train later on in the evening. I arrived at the club and Junior Mint lectured me about coming late, which I wasn’t as mentioned earlier… I get tutored later now.
5. Then I opened up my bag and realized I had forgotten to pack one of my new Adidas boxing gloves and was told to run home to get it. My house is about a 10-15 minute walk from the club but Junior Mint told me I only had 10 minutes to go and come back with the glove. I begged for more time, claiming that I couldn’t possibly run in flip flops, “10 minutes” was all he said. And so, on that note, I ran barefoot home, grabbed my glove, tossed on some runners and jetted it back to the club only to then run into the ex in the door way. He tried to stop me to say something but I dodged him and ran up the stairs. Junior Mint saw it all go down.
6. Outside the club a huge accident involving two delivery scooters and a massive transport trunk played out. Not too sure what happened but by the sound of the skidding tire sounds, it sounded like a nasty accident. The delivery scooters, both loaded up with dishes and food, went flying and so did the drivers. We all ran to the window to watch it. I watched a bit but continued to train cause Junior Mint is always harping on me to train and ONLY train.
7. One of the high school boys turned to me and blurted out that I am a surely a better bike rider. Over came Junior Mint and WHACK… right on the back of the head. I instantly dropped my skipping rope and starred at him. “I know you still are riding!” he said and then he made me pinky swear I’d never ride again. Turns out some of the high school boys spotted me a little while back riding one of Panty Boy’s racing bikes downtown and ratted me out to Junior Mint. Nice… “no more ice cream for YOU!” I yelled out to the high school boys.
8. A common friend of Q and mine at the boxing club made it quite clear that he was siding with Q, which was news to me cause I didn’t recall making anyone pick sides. So he and Q trained while the rest of the onlookers stood trying to make sense of the clear tension between us. Junior Mint tried to lighten the tension during pad work by telling me to hit the pad as if it were Q’s face, it didn’t help. I don’t care to hit him, I don’t care to do anything to him or for him… I just want him to leave me alone and get out of my head… and definitely not train when I train.
9. Tonight I definitely got an overdose of beats. I’d say on average I get a minor beating once or twice a day but today it felt like non-stop. I got one beat for the following:
a. showing up late
b. forgetting some of my gear
c. running home barefoot
d. not saying hi to the ex when I returned to the club
e. because some high school kid ratted me out for riding a motorcycle
f. for not being able to focus during training
10. By the time training had finished, I was exhausted, both from the training and from the beats… and from trying desperately hard to ignore Q. I was so frustrated. I train so hard and try so hard to mind my own business but tonight it felt like I couldn’t do anything right. And so, on that note, I stayed home and tried to enjoy a movie. Lotte Super store had a massive bin with one dollar movies and so I picked up a couple on my way home. The choices were limited and when I popped in a movie, the quality was brutal… dang!
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
When does it get easier?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
A bargain is something you can't use at a price you can't resist.
-- Franklin P. Jones
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Highlights of my Day... Thursday, September 25
1. Rain, and any sign of bad weather, seems to freak out Koreans and so everyone jumps in their cars, ditches the buses for taxis, and clogs up the roads, making my 10 minute ride to school any where from 30-50 minutes. I had given myself exactly 40 minutes to get to school, do my photocopying, trek across campus to my class, and set up. Today it took me 45 minutes to get to work. I ended up having the taxi driver drive me straight to my class. And, I don’t know about you but when I am ticked, a taxi driver trying to act all cute by asking me random questions in English only frustrates me more. Outside of the classroom, I really try to only speak Korean and I am by no means some free English teacher to some taxi driver, after all, he’s not some free taxi driver to me!
2. I put an end to the taxi driver’s annoying questions when he asked me if I was American. “No,” I answered in Korean. “I am a Chinese boy”. He gave me a look, then a double look, followed by a triple look in his rear mirror and then stopped talking. I think I just found the new trick to getting random strangers to leave me alone, use the Chinese boy line… hehehe.
3. Showed up 5 minutes late. I’ve NEVER been late for work at Dankook and so I must have apologized like a zillion times to my students. Bless their little Korean kimchi-eating souls for setting up my computer and sound system while they waited for me!!!
4. Definitely had a first today in class when one of my students asked me out on a date in front of the WHOLE class!!! It started off with him asking me if I was single, where upon I answered “That’s personal” and then the questions lead to him asking me what food I like… then if he could date me. Instantly my face and whole body went beat red. All eyes were on me and even those who didn’t understand the boy’s English, they definitely felt the conversation. I tried to professionally kill the situation by telling him that I was his professor, he is my student, and this type of thinking and questioning is totally inappropriate and uncalled for.
5. After class this same boy stuck around to apologize… and to ask me out AGAIN. He then waited outside the classroom to talk to me. Talk about a persistent little dude!!! I ended up telling him that I was flattered, embarrassed but flattered, that he was so brave and confident to ask me such a question in class. Honestly, I really did think his bravery was quite respectful but I got the impression that he had practiced this before class. He’s never talked in my previous classes, always shows up late, and always wears the same Dankook University t-shirt every week. Today he came early, stayed late and wore a pair of jeans with a white t-shirt and a white blazer…. Gotta love the Koreans for their styles! Blazers are so old skool in Canada but here in Korea, they love them and I love them for loving it… hehehe.
6. I blame today’s strange class event on my “skinny skirt”… yup, that’s right. I have a couple of clothes stashed away that are labelled strangely. Let’s see, there’s my skinny skirt, my naked pants and my naked dress. My skinny skirt is a black pencil skirt but it acquired the name the skinny skirt because it’s a thick material that doesn’t allow for much movement and it has a high waistline that really emphasises the hour glass look. It’s like an extended version of a corset and so you can only wear it on days when you’re feeling particularly skinny and don’t have a lot of walking to do… hehehe.
7. The naked dress is pure money though. It’s a sleeveless gray dress that has a high neckline, stops just below the knees but has slits on both sides that add a bit of sex appeal. It’s all in the cloth though. The cloth is clingy and thin, so it shows off every curve,.. but also shows any lines or flaws, hence why you can’t wear anything underneath and you definitely have to be careful where you wear them. I wore my naked dress to Incheon airport once when I picked up my ex-fiance… never again. I’ve never felt more naked in public than ever and standing in a packed airport is not the place to be feeling naked… hehehe.
8. I’ve had previous students ask me out before, I’ve even had a female student try to hit on me, but they all waited till the end of the semester and usually it comes in the form of an email or a letter on my desk. Oh to be a student again… I don’t think I would have done as good as I did in university had I had attended university in Korea. My interest in Korean people was sparked when I was a university student but I only had Korean culture classes twice a week and so it wasn’t too distracting.
9. By the time I arrived at boxing, I was still feeling a bit uncomfortable about being asked out by a student and so when Junior Mint questioned me about my day, I blurted out that one of my students hit on me. Junior Mint laughed… and laughed some more while I stood there feeling embarrassed all over again. “Was he handsome?” he asked, “Yes.. very!” I responded. A lot of my students are handsome. I remember one of my students from a couple of semesters ago who, upon walking into my classroom and seeing him for the first time, my jaw literally dropped. He was gorgeous. He still is the most handsome student I have ever seen and when you throw in the fact that he likes sports, has a super cool personality, goes to church, travels, has manners that could put the queen to shame, and his English is awesome… ya, God help the girl that scores him cause, well, she better be pretty damn awesome to deserve a guy like that. I still stay in touch with him and, actually, I had lunch with him a couple of weeks ago. I am always telling my students, both guys and girls, that they look so cute, that I love their clothes that day, or whatnot, but dating a student… no thanks. That’s so wrong in so many ways. For the most part, I am about 9 years older than them but I do have some older students who are only 1-2 years younger. Don’t get me wrong though, it’s awesome that I get to teach some very, very beautiful people but I get grossed out at the thought of pursuing anything beyond a teacher-student relationship. Sometimes I see my students around town and so that’s cool. I’ve bought bus tickets for students, movie tickets, and even sent over some drinks to a table full of students, but that’s because I like them. They make my job awesome and so I really appreciate them. Sometimes I feel more like an older sister to many of my students. I am always trying to give them little life lectures, like there was one student I had last semester who let it known to me that she was going on a first date with her crush and so I ended up emailing her the night of her date to ask how it was. This semester I have two awesome boys in my all-boys class who I found smoking one day. Now, I know they’re of age but I hate smoking and so I forewarned them, telling them that if they don’t kick the habit, I’ll kick them… hehehe. (No, I won’t seriously kick them.. relax).
10. As for the rest of my evening, I had designated it to my Korean studies but surprisingly enough, tonight my cell phone was ringing off the hook. I'd say, on average, my phone rings once every two days and many of those times, it's the wrong number. Tonight Special K phoned me to say hi... I love his voice. There's something about how he talks that is just really attractive.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Do guys ever give strange names to their clothes or is this a girl thing?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Funny that a pair of really nice shoes make us feel good in our heads - at the extreme opposite end of our bodies.
-- Levende Waters
2. I put an end to the taxi driver’s annoying questions when he asked me if I was American. “No,” I answered in Korean. “I am a Chinese boy”. He gave me a look, then a double look, followed by a triple look in his rear mirror and then stopped talking. I think I just found the new trick to getting random strangers to leave me alone, use the Chinese boy line… hehehe.
3. Showed up 5 minutes late. I’ve NEVER been late for work at Dankook and so I must have apologized like a zillion times to my students. Bless their little Korean kimchi-eating souls for setting up my computer and sound system while they waited for me!!!
4. Definitely had a first today in class when one of my students asked me out on a date in front of the WHOLE class!!! It started off with him asking me if I was single, where upon I answered “That’s personal” and then the questions lead to him asking me what food I like… then if he could date me. Instantly my face and whole body went beat red. All eyes were on me and even those who didn’t understand the boy’s English, they definitely felt the conversation. I tried to professionally kill the situation by telling him that I was his professor, he is my student, and this type of thinking and questioning is totally inappropriate and uncalled for.
5. After class this same boy stuck around to apologize… and to ask me out AGAIN. He then waited outside the classroom to talk to me. Talk about a persistent little dude!!! I ended up telling him that I was flattered, embarrassed but flattered, that he was so brave and confident to ask me such a question in class. Honestly, I really did think his bravery was quite respectful but I got the impression that he had practiced this before class. He’s never talked in my previous classes, always shows up late, and always wears the same Dankook University t-shirt every week. Today he came early, stayed late and wore a pair of jeans with a white t-shirt and a white blazer…. Gotta love the Koreans for their styles! Blazers are so old skool in Canada but here in Korea, they love them and I love them for loving it… hehehe.
6. I blame today’s strange class event on my “skinny skirt”… yup, that’s right. I have a couple of clothes stashed away that are labelled strangely. Let’s see, there’s my skinny skirt, my naked pants and my naked dress. My skinny skirt is a black pencil skirt but it acquired the name the skinny skirt because it’s a thick material that doesn’t allow for much movement and it has a high waistline that really emphasises the hour glass look. It’s like an extended version of a corset and so you can only wear it on days when you’re feeling particularly skinny and don’t have a lot of walking to do… hehehe.
7. The naked dress is pure money though. It’s a sleeveless gray dress that has a high neckline, stops just below the knees but has slits on both sides that add a bit of sex appeal. It’s all in the cloth though. The cloth is clingy and thin, so it shows off every curve,.. but also shows any lines or flaws, hence why you can’t wear anything underneath and you definitely have to be careful where you wear them. I wore my naked dress to Incheon airport once when I picked up my ex-fiance… never again. I’ve never felt more naked in public than ever and standing in a packed airport is not the place to be feeling naked… hehehe.
8. I’ve had previous students ask me out before, I’ve even had a female student try to hit on me, but they all waited till the end of the semester and usually it comes in the form of an email or a letter on my desk. Oh to be a student again… I don’t think I would have done as good as I did in university had I had attended university in Korea. My interest in Korean people was sparked when I was a university student but I only had Korean culture classes twice a week and so it wasn’t too distracting.
9. By the time I arrived at boxing, I was still feeling a bit uncomfortable about being asked out by a student and so when Junior Mint questioned me about my day, I blurted out that one of my students hit on me. Junior Mint laughed… and laughed some more while I stood there feeling embarrassed all over again. “Was he handsome?” he asked, “Yes.. very!” I responded. A lot of my students are handsome. I remember one of my students from a couple of semesters ago who, upon walking into my classroom and seeing him for the first time, my jaw literally dropped. He was gorgeous. He still is the most handsome student I have ever seen and when you throw in the fact that he likes sports, has a super cool personality, goes to church, travels, has manners that could put the queen to shame, and his English is awesome… ya, God help the girl that scores him cause, well, she better be pretty damn awesome to deserve a guy like that. I still stay in touch with him and, actually, I had lunch with him a couple of weeks ago. I am always telling my students, both guys and girls, that they look so cute, that I love their clothes that day, or whatnot, but dating a student… no thanks. That’s so wrong in so many ways. For the most part, I am about 9 years older than them but I do have some older students who are only 1-2 years younger. Don’t get me wrong though, it’s awesome that I get to teach some very, very beautiful people but I get grossed out at the thought of pursuing anything beyond a teacher-student relationship. Sometimes I see my students around town and so that’s cool. I’ve bought bus tickets for students, movie tickets, and even sent over some drinks to a table full of students, but that’s because I like them. They make my job awesome and so I really appreciate them. Sometimes I feel more like an older sister to many of my students. I am always trying to give them little life lectures, like there was one student I had last semester who let it known to me that she was going on a first date with her crush and so I ended up emailing her the night of her date to ask how it was. This semester I have two awesome boys in my all-boys class who I found smoking one day. Now, I know they’re of age but I hate smoking and so I forewarned them, telling them that if they don’t kick the habit, I’ll kick them… hehehe. (No, I won’t seriously kick them.. relax).
10. As for the rest of my evening, I had designated it to my Korean studies but surprisingly enough, tonight my cell phone was ringing off the hook. I'd say, on average, my phone rings once every two days and many of those times, it's the wrong number. Tonight Special K phoned me to say hi... I love his voice. There's something about how he talks that is just really attractive.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Do guys ever give strange names to their clothes or is this a girl thing?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Funny that a pair of really nice shoes make us feel good in our heads - at the extreme opposite end of our bodies.
-- Levende Waters
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Highlights of my Day... Wednesday, September 24
1. Someone called me an ugly Chinese boy on YouTube and that’s how I started off my morning, on a sour note with a nasty comment splattered on my YouTube page.
2. No sooner did this person post their mean comment but then a couple of other hate bandwagon jumpers jumped all over it and expanded upon it. Now, I know that regardless of what I do or say, I can’t please everyone, but some people are just down right mean and they know it. There are certain comments that hit a sore spot with me and today, well, these haters scored a bull’s eye on my soft spot. They said I looked like a “flat-chested, chinky-eyed, Chinese boy”. First of all, I may have trimmed up but I still have my curves, unlike a Chinese BOY and I’m not too sure if they even know any Chinese boys but I’m pretty sure that Chinese boys don’t wear bras… I do however, happen to know many western men that SHOULD.
3. Being teased about my eyes started all the way back in elementary school. Kids were quick to point out how when I laughed my eyes looked completely closed, others would jokingly ask me if I was squinting or if I even had my eyes open. In high school some kids claimed I was the “abandoned Chinese kid found in the church basement” and so for awhile there, they use to call me “Church Girl” and “Chinky-Eye”. It wasn’t until I entered university though that I started to really like my eyes. I stood out in several of my classes packed with Italians and Portuguese students and in my Korean culture classes, many of my classmates thought I was part Asian and so they were quick to accept me. I happen to really like my eyes now and yes, I think they have a hint of Asian in their look but that’s why I like them so much. I’ve even started to line my eyes in only the corners to exaggerate the look. But being called a “flat-chested, chinky-eyed, Chinese boy” from some random stranger was probably the rudest thing anyone has ever said to me in quite a long, long… long… time.
4. I ended up going to school really ticked off about being called a Chinese boy but I tried to shake it off by joking, saying that I didn’t know who should be more insulted, me or the Chinese boys. I deleted the various comments on my YouTube and then clicked on the YouTuber who had left the initial comment. He was a pudgy American amateur boxer who clearly was in no position to be making cracks at my looks. I ended up writing to him and telling him that I really thought his comment was rude and uncalled for. Later did I find out that not only did he not even realize it was me he had commented on but he had subscribed to my YouTube earlier today… OK?! I hate you but I want to be known as a fan of yours… what?!
5. A hand full of students broke out into the “Congratulations” song when I let it slip that I am single again. They clapped and sang, and I felt somewhat ashamed at the thought that I am 28 and starting all over again while most of my friends are getting married and pumping out babies.
6. Staple-Stomach keeps on randomly calling me but I haven’t been picking up his calls. His conversations always start off the same way. He harps on me for not calling him or for missing his calls and then asks me if I miss him. I give my usual rough answer, “I don’t miss anyone. I’m a cold woman.” It’s not true though, I do miss people… just not him. I think I’ll change my answer a bit though and replace “woman” with “Chinese boy”.
7. Headed into boxing tonight to give my brand new beautiful Adidas gloves another workout…. yup, my new gloves are definitely sexy… hehehe. Mind ya, they’re 12oz. and so it’s quite a jump from my 8oz. gloves that I am use to wearing for pad work.
8. I officially retired my first pair of gloves. They were from Ringside and my former coach in Canada had suggested Ringside. They were black and red, and I loved them. They’ve been tried on by numerous boxers, some of which are very big names in the boxing community. Now they’re all worked in and worked out. The leather has started to fade and the Velcro on the wrist wrap is fuzzy and worn out. They were good gloves though. Tonight Junior Mint asked me if I wanted to add my gloves to the club’s shelf of gloves available for those who don’t have their own gloves and I said yes. Call me silly but I felt kind of sad handing them over but no sooner had they been placed on the self but a certain boy picked them up. He’s a high school boy who I’ve watched go from a pudgy and insecure middle school boy to a more trimmed up and confident high school boy. He’s always pushing Junior Mint to let him spar and so I felt so proud to know that he was wearing my gloves. I stood there for a bit, watching him wale away on the heavy bag and he noticed. He then walked up to me with gloves in the air and so we tapped gloves like they do at the start of a fight and resumed training.
9. Had my first awkward run-in with the ex tonight after training. I knew it was only time before it’d happen but I was hoping that it’d happen at the club where I’d be surrounded by team mates and Junior Mint, where I’d be more able to say what I wanted to say. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen that way. I was waiting for the elevator when we literally ran into each other. He was exiting and I was entering. I stopped and stood there in shock, missing the elevator and so then I had to wait again. He stood beside me, starring intensely at me. I tried to avoid eye contact and tried to ignore him but when the elevator returned to the first floor, he grabbed my wrist and told me he’d call me later.
10. He never did call me later… just like he never did other things he promised me he’d do.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Why is always so hard to see things end?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.
-- Henry Emerson Fosdick
2. No sooner did this person post their mean comment but then a couple of other hate bandwagon jumpers jumped all over it and expanded upon it. Now, I know that regardless of what I do or say, I can’t please everyone, but some people are just down right mean and they know it. There are certain comments that hit a sore spot with me and today, well, these haters scored a bull’s eye on my soft spot. They said I looked like a “flat-chested, chinky-eyed, Chinese boy”. First of all, I may have trimmed up but I still have my curves, unlike a Chinese BOY and I’m not too sure if they even know any Chinese boys but I’m pretty sure that Chinese boys don’t wear bras… I do however, happen to know many western men that SHOULD.
3. Being teased about my eyes started all the way back in elementary school. Kids were quick to point out how when I laughed my eyes looked completely closed, others would jokingly ask me if I was squinting or if I even had my eyes open. In high school some kids claimed I was the “abandoned Chinese kid found in the church basement” and so for awhile there, they use to call me “Church Girl” and “Chinky-Eye”. It wasn’t until I entered university though that I started to really like my eyes. I stood out in several of my classes packed with Italians and Portuguese students and in my Korean culture classes, many of my classmates thought I was part Asian and so they were quick to accept me. I happen to really like my eyes now and yes, I think they have a hint of Asian in their look but that’s why I like them so much. I’ve even started to line my eyes in only the corners to exaggerate the look. But being called a “flat-chested, chinky-eyed, Chinese boy” from some random stranger was probably the rudest thing anyone has ever said to me in quite a long, long… long… time.
4. I ended up going to school really ticked off about being called a Chinese boy but I tried to shake it off by joking, saying that I didn’t know who should be more insulted, me or the Chinese boys. I deleted the various comments on my YouTube and then clicked on the YouTuber who had left the initial comment. He was a pudgy American amateur boxer who clearly was in no position to be making cracks at my looks. I ended up writing to him and telling him that I really thought his comment was rude and uncalled for. Later did I find out that not only did he not even realize it was me he had commented on but he had subscribed to my YouTube earlier today… OK?! I hate you but I want to be known as a fan of yours… what?!
5. A hand full of students broke out into the “Congratulations” song when I let it slip that I am single again. They clapped and sang, and I felt somewhat ashamed at the thought that I am 28 and starting all over again while most of my friends are getting married and pumping out babies.
6. Staple-Stomach keeps on randomly calling me but I haven’t been picking up his calls. His conversations always start off the same way. He harps on me for not calling him or for missing his calls and then asks me if I miss him. I give my usual rough answer, “I don’t miss anyone. I’m a cold woman.” It’s not true though, I do miss people… just not him. I think I’ll change my answer a bit though and replace “woman” with “Chinese boy”.
7. Headed into boxing tonight to give my brand new beautiful Adidas gloves another workout…. yup, my new gloves are definitely sexy… hehehe. Mind ya, they’re 12oz. and so it’s quite a jump from my 8oz. gloves that I am use to wearing for pad work.
8. I officially retired my first pair of gloves. They were from Ringside and my former coach in Canada had suggested Ringside. They were black and red, and I loved them. They’ve been tried on by numerous boxers, some of which are very big names in the boxing community. Now they’re all worked in and worked out. The leather has started to fade and the Velcro on the wrist wrap is fuzzy and worn out. They were good gloves though. Tonight Junior Mint asked me if I wanted to add my gloves to the club’s shelf of gloves available for those who don’t have their own gloves and I said yes. Call me silly but I felt kind of sad handing them over but no sooner had they been placed on the self but a certain boy picked them up. He’s a high school boy who I’ve watched go from a pudgy and insecure middle school boy to a more trimmed up and confident high school boy. He’s always pushing Junior Mint to let him spar and so I felt so proud to know that he was wearing my gloves. I stood there for a bit, watching him wale away on the heavy bag and he noticed. He then walked up to me with gloves in the air and so we tapped gloves like they do at the start of a fight and resumed training.
9. Had my first awkward run-in with the ex tonight after training. I knew it was only time before it’d happen but I was hoping that it’d happen at the club where I’d be surrounded by team mates and Junior Mint, where I’d be more able to say what I wanted to say. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen that way. I was waiting for the elevator when we literally ran into each other. He was exiting and I was entering. I stopped and stood there in shock, missing the elevator and so then I had to wait again. He stood beside me, starring intensely at me. I tried to avoid eye contact and tried to ignore him but when the elevator returned to the first floor, he grabbed my wrist and told me he’d call me later.
10. He never did call me later… just like he never did other things he promised me he’d do.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Why is always so hard to see things end?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.
-- Henry Emerson Fosdick
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Thanks to Double D at Adidas for sending me a MASSIVE box packed with Adidas training gear. It's true that yes, many friends and family don't support me with my boxing but when you have a multi-million dollar name like Adidas supporting you, you can't help but feel awesome and totally back in the game! Thank you Adidas... from the bottom of my heart!!!
Highlights of my Day... Tuesday, September 23
1. Tuesday first period students are all too familiar with my expectations and standards, after all, I had them last semester, and so today’s presentations continued to blow me away. Wow… if I didn’t know better, I’d seriously think that they were competing for my job… hehehe. The funniest was when this one particular student ended his presentation. He clicked for the last screen on his Power Point presentation to pop up and up popped a massive picture of me and Mi Nam both wearing sun glasses… it was hilarious!!!
2. Not too sure on how to take this. The topic for today’s presentations was “likes and dislikes” and so one of my male students did a whole presentation on me!!!
3. Once in awhile random people add me as a friend on Facebook. I’ve had people from my homepage add me, random students, people I randomly met where ever and when ever… it’s cool but today I got an add from a young high school boy who goes to the high school down my street. Turns out we have the same birthday, both live in Cheonan… and both know a certain foreign man living in Cheonan… Mr. I-deserve-a-punch-in-the-face-AGAIN. Yup… Mr. I-deserve-a-punch-in-the-face-AGAIN is his teacher and well, I was the one that punched him in the face the first time. It was a couple of months ago at Khan, downtown, but I’m sure his ego is still bruised.
4. Got word that the security office in my building had my Adidas package and so I raced home. I ran down to the basement security office with the biggest grin on my face. They pointed to a massive box in the back of the office and, without even asking if I could, I ran through their office, picked it up, shook it, and then ripped it open. The security men had quite the laugh but were shocked when I showed what was in the box. I jumped and screamed with every new item I pulled out of it …. SEVENTEEN things in total… Wow!!! So what was in the box, you ask… this was:
- not one pair of boxing gloves but TWO PAIRS of boxing gloves!!!!!!
- Adidas boxing trunks (shorts)
- woman’s chest protector with top
- an Adidas boxing logo shirt
- five mini pairs of boxing gloves (for hanging on things like my gym bag)
- five pairs of hand wraps… sweet!!! Those who box as much as I do can definitely appreciate having lots of back-up hand wraps
- two pairs of their new Adidas hand gel quick-wrap hand wraps
5. I’m so lost for words right now, which if you know me, is a rare thing… so, THANK YOU ADIDAS! Never did I image that my boxing would be supported and backed up by YOU!!! I will definitely have to come up with some kind of video to further expand upon my gratitude and sheer happiness!!!
6. I was so excited and so I took a quick snap of what was in the box and then raced off to boxing to share my excitement with Junior Mint. His eyes totally lit up when he saw my new Adidas uniform (trunks and protective top) and he was quick to grab my new gloves and try them on…. They’re awesome!!! Now ALL my boxing gear is Adidas. From head to toe, inside and out, I’m covered in Adidas and now I have a proper uniform for my next match. Both my gloves and boxing trunks have the Adidas strips but in gold colour and so it looks super sharp. Dang, being the envy of the club today was wicked and having SEVENTEEN new reasons for them to despise me felt great…. hehehe.
7. After two weeks of no weight training because of my surgery, I returned tonight to weight training and was swarmed by a bunch of people,… many of which I’ve never talked to. It was so weird. No one usually talks to me at Hongik besides the trainers and owner/manager but tonight some girls bombarded me with s-line compliments and one of the guys from the Big Boys Crew was all in my face asking me where I had been.
8. As I left Hongik fitness, I felt great. It felt awesome to be able to get back into doing what I love. I miss just doing things for myself, on my terms and according to my own schedule. I could really get use to this again… easily!
9. Someone once asked me how I came up with the nickname Q. “Is it for ‘cutie”?” they asked. No, it’s not. Before him, I was just me… just “I”. I went out to restaurants alone, I went training, I studied Korean. My life was in first person mode but then he came alone and together I thought we were awesome together. We both were big into boxing, both loved laughing and movies, and we balanced each other out. I thought us being a couple was a smart move and so “I” and “Q” were "IQ"... not quite complete without the other. But I don’t think it’s such a smart thing anymore and am seeing that maybe I stand stronger and smarter without him. "IQ" is now "I" and "Q". I am the first person pronoun again and he stands alone as just Q now… no longer a part of IQ, but instead, just another random letter in the English alphabet.
10. One of my team mates once told me about a weird tradition he has. Every one loves getting new training gear and what not but he told me that whenever he gets a new boxing uniform, he sleeps in it the first night he receives it…. so…. that’s what I did. Tonight I went to sleep in my new Adidas uniform… and I felt so proud.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Who are you to try to pee on my parade?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
-- Author Unknown
2. Not too sure on how to take this. The topic for today’s presentations was “likes and dislikes” and so one of my male students did a whole presentation on me!!!
3. Once in awhile random people add me as a friend on Facebook. I’ve had people from my homepage add me, random students, people I randomly met where ever and when ever… it’s cool but today I got an add from a young high school boy who goes to the high school down my street. Turns out we have the same birthday, both live in Cheonan… and both know a certain foreign man living in Cheonan… Mr. I-deserve-a-punch-in-the-face-AGAIN. Yup… Mr. I-deserve-a-punch-in-the-face-AGAIN is his teacher and well, I was the one that punched him in the face the first time. It was a couple of months ago at Khan, downtown, but I’m sure his ego is still bruised.
4. Got word that the security office in my building had my Adidas package and so I raced home. I ran down to the basement security office with the biggest grin on my face. They pointed to a massive box in the back of the office and, without even asking if I could, I ran through their office, picked it up, shook it, and then ripped it open. The security men had quite the laugh but were shocked when I showed what was in the box. I jumped and screamed with every new item I pulled out of it …. SEVENTEEN things in total… Wow!!! So what was in the box, you ask… this was:
- not one pair of boxing gloves but TWO PAIRS of boxing gloves!!!!!!
- Adidas boxing trunks (shorts)
- woman’s chest protector with top
- an Adidas boxing logo shirt
- five mini pairs of boxing gloves (for hanging on things like my gym bag)
- five pairs of hand wraps… sweet!!! Those who box as much as I do can definitely appreciate having lots of back-up hand wraps
- two pairs of their new Adidas hand gel quick-wrap hand wraps
5. I’m so lost for words right now, which if you know me, is a rare thing… so, THANK YOU ADIDAS! Never did I image that my boxing would be supported and backed up by YOU!!! I will definitely have to come up with some kind of video to further expand upon my gratitude and sheer happiness!!!
6. I was so excited and so I took a quick snap of what was in the box and then raced off to boxing to share my excitement with Junior Mint. His eyes totally lit up when he saw my new Adidas uniform (trunks and protective top) and he was quick to grab my new gloves and try them on…. They’re awesome!!! Now ALL my boxing gear is Adidas. From head to toe, inside and out, I’m covered in Adidas and now I have a proper uniform for my next match. Both my gloves and boxing trunks have the Adidas strips but in gold colour and so it looks super sharp. Dang, being the envy of the club today was wicked and having SEVENTEEN new reasons for them to despise me felt great…. hehehe.
7. After two weeks of no weight training because of my surgery, I returned tonight to weight training and was swarmed by a bunch of people,… many of which I’ve never talked to. It was so weird. No one usually talks to me at Hongik besides the trainers and owner/manager but tonight some girls bombarded me with s-line compliments and one of the guys from the Big Boys Crew was all in my face asking me where I had been.
8. As I left Hongik fitness, I felt great. It felt awesome to be able to get back into doing what I love. I miss just doing things for myself, on my terms and according to my own schedule. I could really get use to this again… easily!
9. Someone once asked me how I came up with the nickname Q. “Is it for ‘cutie”?” they asked. No, it’s not. Before him, I was just me… just “I”. I went out to restaurants alone, I went training, I studied Korean. My life was in first person mode but then he came alone and together I thought we were awesome together. We both were big into boxing, both loved laughing and movies, and we balanced each other out. I thought us being a couple was a smart move and so “I” and “Q” were "IQ"... not quite complete without the other. But I don’t think it’s such a smart thing anymore and am seeing that maybe I stand stronger and smarter without him. "IQ" is now "I" and "Q". I am the first person pronoun again and he stands alone as just Q now… no longer a part of IQ, but instead, just another random letter in the English alphabet.
10. One of my team mates once told me about a weird tradition he has. Every one loves getting new training gear and what not but he told me that whenever he gets a new boxing uniform, he sleeps in it the first night he receives it…. so…. that’s what I did. Tonight I went to sleep in my new Adidas uniform… and I felt so proud.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Who are you to try to pee on my parade?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
-- Author Unknown
Monday, September 22, 2008
I'm always happy when I get messages about people reading my homepage or watching my videos, especially when they're thinking about moving to Korea and so they're trying to find out info. So, thanks Frappa-Time for the video... that's your official new nickname... hehehe. Stop telling me about all your delicous coffee in your messages to me... I'm gaining weight just hearing about it... hehehe.
Hope your travels over to Cheonan are safe and yes, Cheonan DOES have a Starbucks but that's student-style. I'm all about Coffee Bean. Starbucks doesn't stand a chance to Coffee Bean!!!
Highlights of my Day... Monday, September 22
1. First class of the week and it was a total flop… the overhead screen refused to go down, the disk drive refused to both play and spit out my CD, several students forgot that they had presentations today, and we ended up having to change rooms. My usual classroom for first period is a cozy classroom but, when we switched rooms, my assistant brought me to a large lecture hall where I had to stand on a stage.
2. Students forgetting about presentations really got to me. I’ve been accused by many for babying my students and yes, on several levels I do really try to help them out. I had emailed them all, reminding them about presentations and so it really bothered me that they couldn’t even be so bothered to read the email that took me about 4 hours to enter in all 200-some student email addresses and 3 hours to make a Power Point lecture file with class lists of which students are presenting what days, and what topic their presentation should center around.
3. My second class made up for my first class. They had shown up early to prepare for their presentations and everything in the classroom was working.
4. The school hired a crew to take our staff photos for some kind of university advertising they’re doing but what was suppose to be a photo shot ended up being some long, dragged out production… and no photos. We showed up as promised and there before us stood about 8 Korean men, 6 of which were trying to figure out the video camera and tripod. It was like a bad Korean rendition of a Newfie joke… “How many Koreans does it take to turn on a video camera?!”… hehehe. We all joked about it but it was rather annoying.
5. Little did I know, but as I stood there waiting while these Korean men tried to get their act together, FedEx with my gift from Adidas was knocking on my door. When I returned home, there stuck a notice, right on my door, stating that I’ll have to wait till tomorrow for them to come back around… I can’t wait!!! This is like Christmas… totally!!!
6. With no one but Mi Nam to jump for joy with me, we jumped together in pure excitement that I only had one more day to wait to see what Adidas sent me. And so, on that note, I decided to call Italiano in Canada and tell him about my excitement.
7. At boxing tonight, Junior Mint drilled me like a mad man by making me go extra rounds with shadow boxing and sand bag work while he did pad work with the other boxers. Despite me showing up for training earlier then those who got to do pad work first, Junior Mint always drags out my training by making me wait. Waiting is one thing, I can do that, but he freaks when he sees me taking breaks or chatting. I even get the evil eye when I dare look at my cell phone for any messages. By the time he called me into the ring, I was struggling to pull-up any energy I could possibly find within my body. My arms weighted like a zillion-million-trillion tons and I felt like even my sweat was sweating… hehehe.
8. Junior Mint is always yelling at me to hit harder despite he and I knowing full well that I am the strongest girl at the club… not really a hard status to earn mind ya. Anyway, tonight I went full force on the sand bag and ended up spraining one of my knuckles. Ended up pulling a muscle in my side too but as I stopped in the middle of pad work, it caused Junior Mint only to push me more and yell at me. It hurt so bad and so when my pad work ended, I had to sit on the side of the ring. I tried to laugh it off but even that hurt. Two injuries tonight at training… I think that’s a new record. My side hurt doing sit ups and within a couple of minutes, my knuckle went from pink to blue.
9. There’s a local doctor whom is quite familiar with me. He knows all about my boxing, looks for me on TV when I tell him I’m going to attend a match, and he’s always gets a giggle when I walk in his little shop, knowing full well that I entered in because of a boxing injury. Tonight I went to him. He took one look at my swollen finger and said, “No boxing three days.” “Ok” I replied. As he was wrapping up my finger, his assistant suggested some pills for the swelling and pain. “No… she thinks she donkey” the doctor said. I had to laugh cause about a month or so ago I went in to visit him for a different injury and used that very same word, donkey, to describe myself. I told him I never eat his medicine and I never miss training, so selling me medicine and telling me take time off training is just wasting my money and his breath. “I am a donkey… stubborn, I know.. hehehe.”
10. Tonight, after an “in-your-face truth hurts” moment, I convinced myself that Q will no longer be anything but a past tense conversation. It’s over… and we definitely need a new word for “over”. I am done with being left high and dry to cry on my own. I just don’t respect that and I get all frustration at the fact that I cried so many tears over him. No guy is worth the tears, but if he were, he’d definitely stick around to help pick them up instead of letting Mi Nam lick them off the floor. This all came about after a phone conversation I had with a particular person that has reappeared in my life after about a year or so of me pushing him out of it, and for no real legate reason other than my own ignorance to certain things. And so, as I said good night to him and hung up the phone, reality sunk in. I’ll never be able to move forward if I keep on back stepping. Forward thinking… forward thinking… forget this back stepping.
QUESTIONS OF THE DAY...
What's the point of crying over some guy?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Freedom is never free.
-- Author Unknown
2. Students forgetting about presentations really got to me. I’ve been accused by many for babying my students and yes, on several levels I do really try to help them out. I had emailed them all, reminding them about presentations and so it really bothered me that they couldn’t even be so bothered to read the email that took me about 4 hours to enter in all 200-some student email addresses and 3 hours to make a Power Point lecture file with class lists of which students are presenting what days, and what topic their presentation should center around.
3. My second class made up for my first class. They had shown up early to prepare for their presentations and everything in the classroom was working.
4. The school hired a crew to take our staff photos for some kind of university advertising they’re doing but what was suppose to be a photo shot ended up being some long, dragged out production… and no photos. We showed up as promised and there before us stood about 8 Korean men, 6 of which were trying to figure out the video camera and tripod. It was like a bad Korean rendition of a Newfie joke… “How many Koreans does it take to turn on a video camera?!”… hehehe. We all joked about it but it was rather annoying.
5. Little did I know, but as I stood there waiting while these Korean men tried to get their act together, FedEx with my gift from Adidas was knocking on my door. When I returned home, there stuck a notice, right on my door, stating that I’ll have to wait till tomorrow for them to come back around… I can’t wait!!! This is like Christmas… totally!!!
6. With no one but Mi Nam to jump for joy with me, we jumped together in pure excitement that I only had one more day to wait to see what Adidas sent me. And so, on that note, I decided to call Italiano in Canada and tell him about my excitement.
7. At boxing tonight, Junior Mint drilled me like a mad man by making me go extra rounds with shadow boxing and sand bag work while he did pad work with the other boxers. Despite me showing up for training earlier then those who got to do pad work first, Junior Mint always drags out my training by making me wait. Waiting is one thing, I can do that, but he freaks when he sees me taking breaks or chatting. I even get the evil eye when I dare look at my cell phone for any messages. By the time he called me into the ring, I was struggling to pull-up any energy I could possibly find within my body. My arms weighted like a zillion-million-trillion tons and I felt like even my sweat was sweating… hehehe.
8. Junior Mint is always yelling at me to hit harder despite he and I knowing full well that I am the strongest girl at the club… not really a hard status to earn mind ya. Anyway, tonight I went full force on the sand bag and ended up spraining one of my knuckles. Ended up pulling a muscle in my side too but as I stopped in the middle of pad work, it caused Junior Mint only to push me more and yell at me. It hurt so bad and so when my pad work ended, I had to sit on the side of the ring. I tried to laugh it off but even that hurt. Two injuries tonight at training… I think that’s a new record. My side hurt doing sit ups and within a couple of minutes, my knuckle went from pink to blue.
9. There’s a local doctor whom is quite familiar with me. He knows all about my boxing, looks for me on TV when I tell him I’m going to attend a match, and he’s always gets a giggle when I walk in his little shop, knowing full well that I entered in because of a boxing injury. Tonight I went to him. He took one look at my swollen finger and said, “No boxing three days.” “Ok” I replied. As he was wrapping up my finger, his assistant suggested some pills for the swelling and pain. “No… she thinks she donkey” the doctor said. I had to laugh cause about a month or so ago I went in to visit him for a different injury and used that very same word, donkey, to describe myself. I told him I never eat his medicine and I never miss training, so selling me medicine and telling me take time off training is just wasting my money and his breath. “I am a donkey… stubborn, I know.. hehehe.”
10. Tonight, after an “in-your-face truth hurts” moment, I convinced myself that Q will no longer be anything but a past tense conversation. It’s over… and we definitely need a new word for “over”. I am done with being left high and dry to cry on my own. I just don’t respect that and I get all frustration at the fact that I cried so many tears over him. No guy is worth the tears, but if he were, he’d definitely stick around to help pick them up instead of letting Mi Nam lick them off the floor. This all came about after a phone conversation I had with a particular person that has reappeared in my life after about a year or so of me pushing him out of it, and for no real legate reason other than my own ignorance to certain things. And so, as I said good night to him and hung up the phone, reality sunk in. I’ll never be able to move forward if I keep on back stepping. Forward thinking… forward thinking… forget this back stepping.
QUESTIONS OF THE DAY...
What's the point of crying over some guy?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Freedom is never free.
-- Author Unknown
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Highlights of my Day... Sunday, September 21
1. Despite arriving home at 4am, I woke up bright eyed and all cheery at 9am. It was definitely too early to be up on a Sunday and I tried to fall back asleep but Mi Nam took note that I had woken up and decided to keep me up by attacking my hair.
2. What started off as a friendly wrestling match with Mi Nam ended with blood shed. I thought it’d be funny to pin him down under my blanket… apparently not though. He escaped my grasp and lunged at me. He knows not to bite me but he hasn’t quite caught on to the fact that his claws scratch… ya, ouch!!! My arm now looks like I just fell from a barb-wired fence… not pretty.
3. For the past couple of semesters at Dankook, I’ve been emailing my students every week. I email them my Power Point files, handouts, notices and whatnot. For the most part, entering each semester’s new student’s email addresses is really only the problem. However, this semester most of many students are using Hanmail or Naver and so my Gmail account just isn’t working in sync and so many of them aren’t getting my email. Point of this long babbling is that despite spending several hours typing in all their email addresses and responding to students changing their addresses, tonight I came up with a new idea. “I should make a homepage for my class!” I thought and so, that was exactly what I did. To check it out, click on the link below. Please keep in mind though that it's meant to be as simple as possible so that it is user friendly for even my low-low English level students.
4. Three hours later and I finally had a new homepage up and running for my class. I wasn’t familiar with the new Blogger and so that was a problem but the main problem was finding a free online service in which I could upload all my Power Point files on. I still have some glitches to figure out, like why it changes some of the formatting of my files and whatnot.
5. Grocery shopping tonight consisted of me blowing about sixty bucks on eggs, veggies and sweet potatoes… hehehe. Funny thing is though, my list of veggies only consists of tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, green peppers, and broccoli… but I definitely like to stock up on them!!!
6. Attention shoppers… Korea’s got a new milk!!! Yup, that’s right. Just when my beloved banana milk thought he was the king of the milk shelf, along came some tough new competition… SWEET POTATO MILK!!! My banana milk is safe for now because it’s light banana milk, but I tell ya, when they come out with a light sweet potato milk… look out! Hehehe…
7. With all these kinds of milks here in Korea, I’m surprised that they don’t have a kimchi flavoured milk… then again, maybe that’s next month’s milk… hehehe.
8. As if me heading out of the building with Mi Nam by my side didn’t already grab the attention of the hotties outside my building (because of Mi Nam's snorting and spike collar... not because of me, although I wish), my exploding garbage bag packed with old panties definitely did… oh my gosh. Can you say want to curl up and die?! Seriously!!! With Mi Nam going buck wild and winding his leash around my legs, I scrambled like a frantic woman to pick up the numerous panties. One guy offered to help me but in my total state of embarrassment, I yelled out “NO”. Great, now I’ll be forever known by them, my neighbours, as the foreign panties girl… dang!!!
9. Things have been stupid crazy lately and the more and more I think about it, the more I realize that maybe it’s best I just drop it all and start fresh. Slowly but surely I am turning over another leaf… starting another chapter in my book called life. Last night was the last chapter in my old book. Without getting too much into detail, I’ll say this, no, I am not having a hard time like everyone thinks I am. This is just life, it’s only complicated because we make it and when I think of all the harder days that have passed me, these past couple of weeks are nothing in comparison.
10. So what that I just had surgery, it wasn’t life threatening and it’s not like some back-alley doctor did it. Ya, it sucks that my friend’s father died and my brother had his second baby without me being able to be there for them both but that is life and I can’t do anything about it but be forced to accept it. I don’t want to sit around dwelling on things anymore.. it doesn’t change anything. Yes, it’s been a hard couple of weeks but God wouldn’t give me anything that he knew I couldn’t handle and what doesn’t break you, makes you stronger… I tell myself this everyday. Even if the decisions I am making today are not the best or are wrong for me tomorrow, so be it, there’s no looking back. Like Junior Mint always is telling me, “No back step, always forward moving”. I think that’ll be my new motto and so, this is me, moving forward and not looking back.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
What's your life motto?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Life is simple, its just not easy.
-- Author Unknown
2. What started off as a friendly wrestling match with Mi Nam ended with blood shed. I thought it’d be funny to pin him down under my blanket… apparently not though. He escaped my grasp and lunged at me. He knows not to bite me but he hasn’t quite caught on to the fact that his claws scratch… ya, ouch!!! My arm now looks like I just fell from a barb-wired fence… not pretty.
3. For the past couple of semesters at Dankook, I’ve been emailing my students every week. I email them my Power Point files, handouts, notices and whatnot. For the most part, entering each semester’s new student’s email addresses is really only the problem. However, this semester most of many students are using Hanmail or Naver and so my Gmail account just isn’t working in sync and so many of them aren’t getting my email. Point of this long babbling is that despite spending several hours typing in all their email addresses and responding to students changing their addresses, tonight I came up with a new idea. “I should make a homepage for my class!” I thought and so, that was exactly what I did. To check it out, click on the link below. Please keep in mind though that it's meant to be as simple as possible so that it is user friendly for even my low-low English level students.
English with Professor Michelle
4. Three hours later and I finally had a new homepage up and running for my class. I wasn’t familiar with the new Blogger and so that was a problem but the main problem was finding a free online service in which I could upload all my Power Point files on. I still have some glitches to figure out, like why it changes some of the formatting of my files and whatnot.
5. Grocery shopping tonight consisted of me blowing about sixty bucks on eggs, veggies and sweet potatoes… hehehe. Funny thing is though, my list of veggies only consists of tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, green peppers, and broccoli… but I definitely like to stock up on them!!!
6. Attention shoppers… Korea’s got a new milk!!! Yup, that’s right. Just when my beloved banana milk thought he was the king of the milk shelf, along came some tough new competition… SWEET POTATO MILK!!! My banana milk is safe for now because it’s light banana milk, but I tell ya, when they come out with a light sweet potato milk… look out! Hehehe…
7. With all these kinds of milks here in Korea, I’m surprised that they don’t have a kimchi flavoured milk… then again, maybe that’s next month’s milk… hehehe.
8. As if me heading out of the building with Mi Nam by my side didn’t already grab the attention of the hotties outside my building (because of Mi Nam's snorting and spike collar... not because of me, although I wish), my exploding garbage bag packed with old panties definitely did… oh my gosh. Can you say want to curl up and die?! Seriously!!! With Mi Nam going buck wild and winding his leash around my legs, I scrambled like a frantic woman to pick up the numerous panties. One guy offered to help me but in my total state of embarrassment, I yelled out “NO”. Great, now I’ll be forever known by them, my neighbours, as the foreign panties girl… dang!!!
9. Things have been stupid crazy lately and the more and more I think about it, the more I realize that maybe it’s best I just drop it all and start fresh. Slowly but surely I am turning over another leaf… starting another chapter in my book called life. Last night was the last chapter in my old book. Without getting too much into detail, I’ll say this, no, I am not having a hard time like everyone thinks I am. This is just life, it’s only complicated because we make it and when I think of all the harder days that have passed me, these past couple of weeks are nothing in comparison.
10. So what that I just had surgery, it wasn’t life threatening and it’s not like some back-alley doctor did it. Ya, it sucks that my friend’s father died and my brother had his second baby without me being able to be there for them both but that is life and I can’t do anything about it but be forced to accept it. I don’t want to sit around dwelling on things anymore.. it doesn’t change anything. Yes, it’s been a hard couple of weeks but God wouldn’t give me anything that he knew I couldn’t handle and what doesn’t break you, makes you stronger… I tell myself this everyday. Even if the decisions I am making today are not the best or are wrong for me tomorrow, so be it, there’s no looking back. Like Junior Mint always is telling me, “No back step, always forward moving”. I think that’ll be my new motto and so, this is me, moving forward and not looking back.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
What's your life motto?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Life is simple, its just not easy.
-- Author Unknown
Saturday, September 20, 2008
It's funny how when the movie Dirty Dancing came out, everyone thought it was so risky and provocative... boy have the times changed! It's kind of sad too cause wow, some of the moves I saw on the dance floor definitely made the dancing in Dirty Dancing look as innocent as a waltz.. yikes. No thanks... I'm not down with random dudes grabbing me on the dance floor and so I guess I'll leave my dancing to the security of my house. "Watch it buddy. What ever you touch me with, you ain't getting back" I warned one guy.
Highlights of my Day... Saturday, September 20
1. Started my day off on a late note, knowing full-well that boredom would probably be setting in after boxing… and sure enough it did. But before boredom hit me, and it hit me hard, I headed over to the boxing club. Saturdays are always a light day at training because we don’t do pad work and Junior isn’t breathing down our necks with our usual strict routine. Junior Mint wasn’t around today and so Milk Dud let me blast my own tunes. And with only two other people training, I cranked up the tunes to the point where the speakers were practically bouncing across the floor… hehehe.
2. Sure enough, by the time I reached home and showered after training, boredom had hit me. I know I don’t work long hours at the university but I hate the fact that I work all day and when the weekend comes, it’s really no different than my weeknights. Honestly, I am starting to really hate weekends, I mean, I don’t get to do pad work at boxing on Saturdays and Sundays both Hongik and the boxing gym are closed.
3. Had a great idea hit me: Wednesdays are busy days for me. I work from 9-5, box in the evening from 7-9pm and unless I wake up super early, like 5:30am, weight training just doesn’t happen. So…. my great idea is that maybe I should ask Junior Mint if I can miss Wednesday training and instead, come in on Sundays to train by myself. It’d mean I’d miss out on Wednesday’s pad work but it’d also mean I’d have more energy. Maybe I could help clean the club on Sundays too… after all, it’s not like I am really being productive with my weekends as it is! I’ll have to swing this idea by him next week.
4. Throughout the day I had been text messaging back and forth to one of my friends, a Korean girl (The Korean Drama Queen) I know who is dating some American Air Force dude (who I don’t know). She’s always telling me about him and from what I know, it isn’t good. She’s never come straight out and said things but instead has hinted at numerous things. From what I make out of it all, the guy is a royal jerk who deserves to be castrated on the spot. A bit harsh, I know, but she’s told me nothing but bad news about him. Now, I am fully aware that I am by no means an expert on relationships but there are key things that should and shouldn’t be present… like being scared to go see him.
5. By the time 9pm rolled around, I was so frustrated with having no plans and being home alone. Some of my coworkers texted me, asking me to join them for a movie, but I am so done with movies. It’s gotten to the point that picking out a movie at the video store that I haven’t seen is almost impossible. I wanted to do something different but didn’t know what, so when a random friend texted me asking me to come out to see him, I jumped at the invite and showed up twenty minutes later.
6. Am convinced that many taxi drivers here in Korea lose all manners when a foreigner jumps in their cab. Many of them seem to think they can push the limits and act different because us foreigners are different… and I hate that. Tonight’s taxi driver tried to get all touchy with me when he noticed I was a foreigner. Up until he turned around and made the realization, he was well-mannered. I told him where I wanted to go, in Korean, and he was quiet. Mind ya, when he looked at me in the rear mirror and saw that I was a foreign girl, his manners totally changed. He turned and grabbed my wrist to look at my sparkly bracelet, started asking me strange questions like if I am single, if I like Korean men, and then he offered me candy. I told him I was married. “Yes, I am married. I have five kids and my kids have kids” I told him. I then took the candy and put it in my purse, where upon he offered me more candy.
7. Sitting at a bar filled with foreigners, over barring rock music and sipping on water only kept my attention for so long before I got antsy for more than just sitting. I was enjoying the conversation but my energy was dying. And so, on that note, I excused myself and left.
8. No sooner had my subway ride taken me back to Cheonan but then The Korean Drama Queen texted me. She had gone out to the Air Force Base in Osan with intentions of breaking up with her boyfriend, the American D-Head, but texted me saying that she was so nervous. After a couple of desperate messages, she finally convinced me to get back on the train and head out to Osan. I went thinking I was seriously going to have to fight the dude. I know breaking up is hard to do (or not so hard for some… anyway…) but using the words “scared” and “afraid” to describe it didn’t sit well with me. I was under the assumption that there was more to the story that she wanted me to know but didn’t want to come straight out and tell me.
9. Headed over to the club where she said she was… she wasn’t there. Apparently she had gone back on base with him. Fine, I thought, I’ll just wait here for her. So, I waited… and waited…. and waited. The short of the story is she ended up not breaking up with the American D-Head and I ended up looking REAL COOL standing by myself at the end of the bar sipping on water like it was going out of style.
10. Maybe I’ve been out of the single scene for too long or what not but the lines that some of these American dudes used to try to stir up a conversation with me were just flat out lame. Actually, some of them weren’t using lines, it was more like physical contact. Let’s see, there was the one guy who grabbed my cell phone when I started to text my friend, another guy who grabbed my hand when I walked by him, there was a guy who flicked me in the forehead (not sure what the heck that was all about), and then there was the guy who asked me if I knew some random girl, where upon I said no and he replied with, “Good, cause she hates you for being so beautiful.”… what’s with that?! Despite me not meeting up with The Korean Drama Queen, my night wasn’t totally wasted though. These dudes and their lines (and lack there of them), and watching the crazy dance moves going down on the dance floor were definitely amusing! Beside me at the bar sat this cute little guy (Shorty) who I ended up hanging out with until I left. He enjoyed my overly sarcastic jokes and introduced me to all his friends. It was nice.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Ok, so I am a foreigner... so what?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Be content to act, and leave the talking to others.
-- Baltasar Gracian
2. Sure enough, by the time I reached home and showered after training, boredom had hit me. I know I don’t work long hours at the university but I hate the fact that I work all day and when the weekend comes, it’s really no different than my weeknights. Honestly, I am starting to really hate weekends, I mean, I don’t get to do pad work at boxing on Saturdays and Sundays both Hongik and the boxing gym are closed.
3. Had a great idea hit me: Wednesdays are busy days for me. I work from 9-5, box in the evening from 7-9pm and unless I wake up super early, like 5:30am, weight training just doesn’t happen. So…. my great idea is that maybe I should ask Junior Mint if I can miss Wednesday training and instead, come in on Sundays to train by myself. It’d mean I’d miss out on Wednesday’s pad work but it’d also mean I’d have more energy. Maybe I could help clean the club on Sundays too… after all, it’s not like I am really being productive with my weekends as it is! I’ll have to swing this idea by him next week.
4. Throughout the day I had been text messaging back and forth to one of my friends, a Korean girl (The Korean Drama Queen) I know who is dating some American Air Force dude (who I don’t know). She’s always telling me about him and from what I know, it isn’t good. She’s never come straight out and said things but instead has hinted at numerous things. From what I make out of it all, the guy is a royal jerk who deserves to be castrated on the spot. A bit harsh, I know, but she’s told me nothing but bad news about him. Now, I am fully aware that I am by no means an expert on relationships but there are key things that should and shouldn’t be present… like being scared to go see him.
5. By the time 9pm rolled around, I was so frustrated with having no plans and being home alone. Some of my coworkers texted me, asking me to join them for a movie, but I am so done with movies. It’s gotten to the point that picking out a movie at the video store that I haven’t seen is almost impossible. I wanted to do something different but didn’t know what, so when a random friend texted me asking me to come out to see him, I jumped at the invite and showed up twenty minutes later.
6. Am convinced that many taxi drivers here in Korea lose all manners when a foreigner jumps in their cab. Many of them seem to think they can push the limits and act different because us foreigners are different… and I hate that. Tonight’s taxi driver tried to get all touchy with me when he noticed I was a foreigner. Up until he turned around and made the realization, he was well-mannered. I told him where I wanted to go, in Korean, and he was quiet. Mind ya, when he looked at me in the rear mirror and saw that I was a foreign girl, his manners totally changed. He turned and grabbed my wrist to look at my sparkly bracelet, started asking me strange questions like if I am single, if I like Korean men, and then he offered me candy. I told him I was married. “Yes, I am married. I have five kids and my kids have kids” I told him. I then took the candy and put it in my purse, where upon he offered me more candy.
Me: Thank you, but I don’t really eat candy.I didn’t know why he snapped on my candy comment, maybe he thought I said he is fat… not sure, but I surely didn’t appreciate him calling me Russian. There's definitely nothing wrong with being Russian but I knew he was implying that I was a prostitute. He kept on asking me for the candy back and although I knew I wouldn’t eat his nasty, stale, old-man candy, I refused to give it to him. Finally when we reached the subway station, I gave him his fare. He argued with me about the candy some more and then refused to give me my change. I ended up getting my change back after I called him a pervert several times. As he drove away, I threw the silly candy at his car and as soon as the candy hit his car, he slammed on the breaks. I stood still, not knowing what was going to happen next. He ended up yelling something and then driving off. I was so ticked, I mean, ok so I am a foreigner, doesn't mean you get to treat me with lower manners because I know, I know for a fact, if I were a Korean girl he wouldn't have been pushing his limits like that and acting all touchy-feely. Moreover, yelling at me while you drive away is just pure chicken. If you can’t be man enough to say it to my face than you really aren’t a man and what you're saying really isn’t worth me listening to it. I know I may talk a lot of smack, fair enough, but at least I stand by my word and can say it to people’s face. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. If I don't like something, trust me, I'll say it.
Him: Why?
Me: I love exercising and too much candy makes you fat.
Him: WHAT?! Give me my candy back!!!
Me: No…
Him: Ahh… Russian girl, Russian girl… Russian girl!
Me: Excuse me?... pervert!
7. Sitting at a bar filled with foreigners, over barring rock music and sipping on water only kept my attention for so long before I got antsy for more than just sitting. I was enjoying the conversation but my energy was dying. And so, on that note, I excused myself and left.
8. No sooner had my subway ride taken me back to Cheonan but then The Korean Drama Queen texted me. She had gone out to the Air Force Base in Osan with intentions of breaking up with her boyfriend, the American D-Head, but texted me saying that she was so nervous. After a couple of desperate messages, she finally convinced me to get back on the train and head out to Osan. I went thinking I was seriously going to have to fight the dude. I know breaking up is hard to do (or not so hard for some… anyway…) but using the words “scared” and “afraid” to describe it didn’t sit well with me. I was under the assumption that there was more to the story that she wanted me to know but didn’t want to come straight out and tell me.
9. Headed over to the club where she said she was… she wasn’t there. Apparently she had gone back on base with him. Fine, I thought, I’ll just wait here for her. So, I waited… and waited…. and waited. The short of the story is she ended up not breaking up with the American D-Head and I ended up looking REAL COOL standing by myself at the end of the bar sipping on water like it was going out of style.
10. Maybe I’ve been out of the single scene for too long or what not but the lines that some of these American dudes used to try to stir up a conversation with me were just flat out lame. Actually, some of them weren’t using lines, it was more like physical contact. Let’s see, there was the one guy who grabbed my cell phone when I started to text my friend, another guy who grabbed my hand when I walked by him, there was a guy who flicked me in the forehead (not sure what the heck that was all about), and then there was the guy who asked me if I knew some random girl, where upon I said no and he replied with, “Good, cause she hates you for being so beautiful.”… what’s with that?! Despite me not meeting up with The Korean Drama Queen, my night wasn’t totally wasted though. These dudes and their lines (and lack there of them), and watching the crazy dance moves going down on the dance floor were definitely amusing! Beside me at the bar sat this cute little guy (Shorty) who I ended up hanging out with until I left. He enjoyed my overly sarcastic jokes and introduced me to all his friends. It was nice.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Ok, so I am a foreigner... so what?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Be content to act, and leave the talking to others.
-- Baltasar Gracian
Friday, September 19, 2008
Hehehe... thanks Min Hyun for the picture but I must say I am by no means the "Super Freak" you have labelled me in comparison to her!!!
... these two are super freaks though; one of my favourite female body builders Kelly Ryan and her husband (also a very well known bodybuilder) Craig Titus. They've finally been sentenced after a long, dragged out murder trial. Together, these two awesome professional athletes proved to be not so awesome by killing their assistant.Highlights of my Day... Friday, September 19
1. My meeting with the Cheonan Trump consisted of me walking into his hospital and he sticking his head of the surgery room to tell me sorry, he’s busy. He’s been so busy lately and so I haven’t really been able to sit down with him for a good chat. I miss our chats and lately our chats have consisted only of text messages and leaving gifts for each other. I had brought him back some Crown Royal from Canada and bought him a necktie the other day. He’s not really one for buying gifts, partly because he has no time that is, and so his gifts are always envelop gifts… the best kind!!!
2. Made the phone call that I’ve been both dreading and eagerly wanting to make all week, my phone call to Andi. I gave myself almost a week for the news of her father’s death to sink it but I still can’t believe it. Sure enough though, her mother answered my call and I froze. What do you say to someone who just lost the love of their life after years of making a life together?! Then Andi came on the phone. I was proud at how strong and freely she talked about it but it left me in tears and with a crowd of people at the bus terminal looking at me. Word is that the doctors didn’t expect her father to live past July and so him lasting this long was quite the miracle. I just can’t believe he’s gone… wow. Death happens, I know, it’s a part of the cycle of life but you always think it happens to someone else’s loved ones.
3. Headed off to Seoul for Korean tutoring and was faced with the inevitable expected question from my teacher… “Are you and Q back together again?” Hmm… I’m pondering the same question. Maybe it’s not that we want to be together again but that we feel we really have no one else and I know that’s awful to say but it feels like that way sometimes. We don’t act like a couple, nor are we all affectionate to each other like we use to be but I still hangout with him sometimes. I don’t know what we are but I’d like to figure it out so that I’m not hanging around him AND thinking about meeting someone else. I’m on the fence with this one.
4. I had agreed to meet up with Lover Boy today after tutoring and so he swung by and picked me up. I turned and there he was, dressed in a pin-strip shirt with gelled hair, a huge smile, and the three distinguishable freckles placed exactly where I had left them… on his cheek right below his right eye.
5. Lover Boy’s friend, Mr. No Talk, came along to meet me and so I felt like quite the spoiled gal with two of Korea’s finest looking men driving me around town and giving me their undivided attention. I tell ya, I don’t know what Heaven looks like but I’m sure it definitely involves a Korean man. I don’t know what it is really but I am so drawn to them. I don’t know whether it’s their jet black rock star hair, small mysterious dark eyes, their mannerisms, their culture, or the fact that they seem sensitive, but I love Korean men. Moreover, I love it when their voice totally changes when they speak Korean. I’m sure some of you know what I’m talking about. Ask a Korean man to speak English and then speak Korean. His voice tone totally changes.
6. Mr. No Talk pretended to not like me and so he teased me about this and that, he even pretended to crash his car… he was hilarious.
7. Lover Boy had convinced his boss to give them two hours off so that they could meet up with me but because of the insane traffic in Seoul, we spent most of it in the car. We dropped by Coffee Bean for some orange juice and then back in the car we went. But walking into Coffee Bean, wow,.. all eyes were on us. Both Lover Boy and Mr. No Talk are personal bodyguards at the 63 Building in Seoul and so they’re expected to dress to the nines. Thankfully I hadn’t changed clothes after my meeting with the Cheonan Trump and so we were all dressed to impress… and that we did.
8. Time came for them to head back to work and so we promised to meet again and even started talking about taking a weekend trip together. I got on my bus and headed back to Cheonan… back to the city of t-shirts and jeans… blah.
9. So far in the past week the word “baby” has come up in discussion way too many times!!! This week I found out that not only has one of my brothers had another baby girl but the wives of two of my boxing team mates just got pregnant and one of my best friends in Canada just got pregnant too. Some how this issue got thrown my way at boxing tonight. It’s funny cause both Junior Mint and I are anti-baby people. I love babies but I think I love them because they belong to someone else. I’ve never been thrilled at the sight of a new born and, if anything, they bore me. I mean, they just sleep, cry and go to the bathroom… moreover, they lie in their poop! I’m much more interested in a three year old who has started to form their own personality, can have a conversation with you and who knows things like their favourite colour and potty training.
10. I once asked Q why he wanted a baby so much and honestly, the answer he came up with was by far the dumbest answer I have ever heard… hehehe. “I want a baby so we can play and they can make me food”, was his answer. “Play?!” he wants a baby so he can play?! I say, what to have something you can play with, buy a dog, and as for this making him food thing, I’m not too sure what that’s a lot about but may I suggest him moving back into his mother’s place if he wants someone to make him food… hehehe. After much teasing about his answer, he came up with a new one just recently… “so I am not alone when I am older”. Seems like a fair enough answer, mind ya, my mom and dad had me but I’m miles away. Actually, so are my brothers.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Is it a Korean thing or do most people have this kind of "have to have a baby" idea?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Families with babies and families without babies are sorry for each other.
-- Ed Howe
2. Made the phone call that I’ve been both dreading and eagerly wanting to make all week, my phone call to Andi. I gave myself almost a week for the news of her father’s death to sink it but I still can’t believe it. Sure enough though, her mother answered my call and I froze. What do you say to someone who just lost the love of their life after years of making a life together?! Then Andi came on the phone. I was proud at how strong and freely she talked about it but it left me in tears and with a crowd of people at the bus terminal looking at me. Word is that the doctors didn’t expect her father to live past July and so him lasting this long was quite the miracle. I just can’t believe he’s gone… wow. Death happens, I know, it’s a part of the cycle of life but you always think it happens to someone else’s loved ones.
3. Headed off to Seoul for Korean tutoring and was faced with the inevitable expected question from my teacher… “Are you and Q back together again?” Hmm… I’m pondering the same question. Maybe it’s not that we want to be together again but that we feel we really have no one else and I know that’s awful to say but it feels like that way sometimes. We don’t act like a couple, nor are we all affectionate to each other like we use to be but I still hangout with him sometimes. I don’t know what we are but I’d like to figure it out so that I’m not hanging around him AND thinking about meeting someone else. I’m on the fence with this one.
4. I had agreed to meet up with Lover Boy today after tutoring and so he swung by and picked me up. I turned and there he was, dressed in a pin-strip shirt with gelled hair, a huge smile, and the three distinguishable freckles placed exactly where I had left them… on his cheek right below his right eye.
5. Lover Boy’s friend, Mr. No Talk, came along to meet me and so I felt like quite the spoiled gal with two of Korea’s finest looking men driving me around town and giving me their undivided attention. I tell ya, I don’t know what Heaven looks like but I’m sure it definitely involves a Korean man. I don’t know what it is really but I am so drawn to them. I don’t know whether it’s their jet black rock star hair, small mysterious dark eyes, their mannerisms, their culture, or the fact that they seem sensitive, but I love Korean men. Moreover, I love it when their voice totally changes when they speak Korean. I’m sure some of you know what I’m talking about. Ask a Korean man to speak English and then speak Korean. His voice tone totally changes.
6. Mr. No Talk pretended to not like me and so he teased me about this and that, he even pretended to crash his car… he was hilarious.
7. Lover Boy had convinced his boss to give them two hours off so that they could meet up with me but because of the insane traffic in Seoul, we spent most of it in the car. We dropped by Coffee Bean for some orange juice and then back in the car we went. But walking into Coffee Bean, wow,.. all eyes were on us. Both Lover Boy and Mr. No Talk are personal bodyguards at the 63 Building in Seoul and so they’re expected to dress to the nines. Thankfully I hadn’t changed clothes after my meeting with the Cheonan Trump and so we were all dressed to impress… and that we did.
8. Time came for them to head back to work and so we promised to meet again and even started talking about taking a weekend trip together. I got on my bus and headed back to Cheonan… back to the city of t-shirts and jeans… blah.
9. So far in the past week the word “baby” has come up in discussion way too many times!!! This week I found out that not only has one of my brothers had another baby girl but the wives of two of my boxing team mates just got pregnant and one of my best friends in Canada just got pregnant too. Some how this issue got thrown my way at boxing tonight. It’s funny cause both Junior Mint and I are anti-baby people. I love babies but I think I love them because they belong to someone else. I’ve never been thrilled at the sight of a new born and, if anything, they bore me. I mean, they just sleep, cry and go to the bathroom… moreover, they lie in their poop! I’m much more interested in a three year old who has started to form their own personality, can have a conversation with you and who knows things like their favourite colour and potty training.
10. I once asked Q why he wanted a baby so much and honestly, the answer he came up with was by far the dumbest answer I have ever heard… hehehe. “I want a baby so we can play and they can make me food”, was his answer. “Play?!” he wants a baby so he can play?! I say, what to have something you can play with, buy a dog, and as for this making him food thing, I’m not too sure what that’s a lot about but may I suggest him moving back into his mother’s place if he wants someone to make him food… hehehe. After much teasing about his answer, he came up with a new one just recently… “so I am not alone when I am older”. Seems like a fair enough answer, mind ya, my mom and dad had me but I’m miles away. Actually, so are my brothers.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Is it a Korean thing or do most people have this kind of "have to have a baby" idea?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Families with babies and families without babies are sorry for each other.
-- Ed Howe
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