Highlights of my Day... Sunday, December 21

1. Q can’t seem to let last night’s embarrassing drugstore situation go and so I may as well tell you, too. I swear this will be the last poop story too… hehehe. Anyways, so last night, after what felt like years of no “p-action” (p for poop), I caved in and finally went to the drugstore. One problem, I didn’t know the Korean word for laxative. I eagerly tried every means possible to explain what I needed but the woman behind the counter just wasn’t getting it. A young guy beside me stood watching and so I was already feeling a bit embarrassed. “What the heck?!” I thought to myself. I was already embarrassed and so what was a bit more embarrassment. And so on that note I blurted out “Dong ha-go-ship-eyo!!!”, which translates to “I want poop!!!” The guy beside me smirked, as did all the workers. I slapped down my money, scooped up the laxatives and left.

2. A minute later, while standing at the stop light, the young guy reappeared beside me. I could feel him starring at me and so I turned to him and yelled out, “Yah! Dong obbsseyo?!” (translation: “Hey! You don’t poo?!”)

3. So ya, Q’s been going to town on that embarrassing story, but wait, I have another embarrassing story. Today Q ordered call food but when it arrived he had stepped out for a bit. I swung open the door thinking it was Q returning but it was the delivery man. An older man who was definitely shocked to see me standing there in my leggings (yes… I wear leggings as pants, I thought I already mentioned that) and my tank top. So ya, there I stood, standing looking pretty naked. He took one glance at me and then lowered his hat so that I couldn’t see his eyes. He stumbled with giving me my change and then pretty much did a nose plant into my door when he tried to leave, I mean, escape… hehehe.

4. … but that’s not where the story ended, nope. Turns out they had forgotten to bring the rice Q ordered and so Q called the restaurant. A couple of minutes later my doorbell rang again but this time it was a different delivery man. Q’s convinced that the delivery boys must have done rock-paper-scissors to see who gets to see the “naked foreign girl”, as Q referred to me as. “You’re their highlight today Amy” Q said. Great, I thought, just what I needed.

5. I guess there could be worse things people could be saying about me like, I don’t know, babbling on and on about my coach’s successful fight only to have some dumb-nut point out a minor stupid thing like… anyway, YOU get my point.

6. Like I told my director, “You just can’t please some people”.

7. Years of majoring in English at York University and having numerous professors load my weekly schedule up with required readings has killed my interest in reading, for the most part. Now I stick the basics, the fundamentals I think I need to read, Oxygen Magazine and the National Geographic. Mind ya, finding current copies of both magazine are either hard to come by or will cost me an arm and a leg, so I stick to reading old out-dated copies or re-reading the editions I already own. However, the other day I stumbled across this particular book in the bookstore, “Can you Keep a Secret” by Sophie Kinsella. It’s a 374 page novel that I brought along yesterday for the long ride.

8. If I’m going to read a novel, I much prefer a more philosophical one or one that’s loaded with imagery and symbolism, like something from Margaret Atwood. But I ended up really liking this novel of Kinsella’s. It read so easily and reminded me of “Sex in the City” with Bradshaw. Finished it tonight.

9. Despite the boxing club being closed, I went in for training… I got a key, remember?!! Yup. I love training on the club day’s off cause there’s absolutely no pressure and no one to interrupt me. Mind ya, with no one else in the club, it makes for a super chilly scene.

Day 1: 55.15kgs = 121.33lbs
Day 2: 54.62kgs = 120.16lbs
Day 3: 54.28kgs = 119.42lbs
Day 4: 54.40kgs = 119.68lbs
Day 5: 54.00kgs = 118.80lbs
Day 6: 53.82kgs = 118.40lbs
Day 7: no weigh-in, gym closed
Day 8: 53.83kgs = 118.43lbs
Day 9: 53.12kgs = 116.86lbs
Day 10: 53.80kgs = 118.36lbs
Day 11: 53.70kgs = 118.14lbs
Day 12: 53.60kgs = 117.92lbs
Day 13: no weigh-in, gym closed for Junior Mint’s fight
Day 14: (today): 53.30kgs = 117.26lbs
Weight lost so far: 1.85kgs = 4.07lbs

10. I’ve been thinking a lot about what the heck I’m going to venture into once I return to Canada and well, fitness is one option I’m looking into. I’m not too sure on what aspect of fitness or how far into it I’ll get but today it got me really thinking. Back in Canada there was this particular girl that trained at my fitness club, Ana. She now is a personal trainer at my club but she use to do professional female fitness modelling/body building. Tonight I sat down and emailed her.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Who peed in your cereal?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
The world is made up of protons, neutrons, electrons, and morons.
-- My Uncle