Highlights of my Day... Saturday, November 22

1. Woke up to my phone going bonkers across the floor. Someone was calling me. I normally don’t pick up my cell but given the time, 5:30am, I thought it might be a friend from Canada. I stumbled to grab it, looked at the screen and then noticed the name flashing. It was someone in Korea. Hmmm…. Sorry but I am no one’s last-call lady and I don’t respond to anyone calling me at 5:30am unless they’re going to early morning weight training with me.

2. My super early morning phone call, which never did result in a conversation but instead ended with me turning my cell off, ended up putting into motion a strange morning. I ended up waking up with the biggest sugar craving. Now, anyone that knows me knows I very, very rarely indulge in any kind of sweets or treats. Jennipal can vouch for this, she’s seen my fridge, it’s filled to the brim with fruits, eggs, chicken, and veggies, and my shelves are lined with multi-vitamins, no-salt crackers, protein mix, and tuna. My house is the health-nut’s paradise but it’s also a self-made hell when cravings hit, and today, I had an unexpected, super strong craving that I wanted to satisfy. No such luck though. The only small stash of choco pies are gone, I finished off my peanut butter last week, and I threw out the ice cream cake the other day. The closest I came to scoring something sweet was gum and eating a persimmon. Mind ya, the gum was sugarless and eating fruit in the morning is ok. I would have been a real “rebel” to my diet had the persimmon been eaten after 4pm… hehehe.

3. Wow, looking back at yesterday’s post, I sounded really, really harsh and I apologize for that but it’s not easy posting your life online. I mean, the emails and comments I get… wow. I know you can’t please everyone but I sure wish that those I didn’t please would just get lost in cyberspace instead of filling up my email box…hehehe.

4. Although I admit that I do tend to get sensitive with some of the commenters, it’s funny how people don’t seem to understand the power of their words. Words can be just as hurtful as physically attacking someone, if not worse. Broken bones heal and bruises fade away, but the internal scars left by loose lips and harsh words stick with people. I still, to this day, can quote some lines from people who verbally scarred me but who probably have no recollection of it. Whether it was my father’s one-time “I’m disappointed in you”, my ex’s “... but you’re a foreigner” or my university professor’s “… a girl like you…”, words hurt. I wish I could forget them, like the millions of things I regularly forget, like picking up my dry cleaning, turning off the light, or setting my alarm clock, …but I can’t.

5. But enough about that babbling…. on to more of today’s things I did. Hmmm… what did I do?! Oh yes, I went boxing today, no surprise there. What did surprise me though was my minus level of energy. Thankfully Junior Mint was closing up the club early and so that got me out of sparring. I could have used the extra sparring practice but considering my state, I was happy for the break. Weekly training definitely takes it’s toll on my body and so by Friday night, Saturday morning, I am eagerly anticipating a day off training.

6. Stocked up on lots of goodies at the Galleria, and by goodies I mean persimmons and eggs. My hook-up man with the eggs has been slacking this week and so I didn’t get my delivery of 30 eggs.

7. Side Salad was downtown promoting the opening of his new club and so I was just about to head out the door to check it out when I got a phone call. It was Mr. Starbucks calling. He had made his official move to Cheonan and so we talked about meeting up tomorrow for lunch.

8. A phone call from Mr. Starbucks resulted in me sitting back down on my office chair and then sitting in my office chair lead to me getting back to work. Spent another hour or so planning next week’s lecture and then finally decided I had to get out of the house. It was a Saturday night, I was home alone, 28, and this was by no means the kind of Saturday night I ever envisioned for myself. My buddies back in Toronto would never believe me if I told them I was home alone on a Saturday night. I was never home. I was always out. Yup, that was me… that was me back then, Little Miss Social Butterfly. Even a city-wide blackout one summer in Toronto didn’t stop me from heading out to enjoy a night on the town, a blackened town mind ya, but nonetheless, a night on the town.

9. Eventually I made my way to where Side Salad was. He was hanging out at a little bar tucked away downtown and his sister was there. I haven’t quite figured out what nickname to give her but don’t worry, it will come… hehehe.

10. Sitting there giggling up a storm and chatting with Side Salad, his sister, the bar owner, and their friends, I realized something. I really need to learn how to have fun more.

QUESTION OF THE DAY…
Did you ever imagine you’d be here?

QUOTE OF THE DAY…
Life is venture or nothing.
-- Author Unknown