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