Highlights of my Day... Saturday, May 30

1. I had originally cleared my schedule today, knocking out my KBC meeting and Korean tutoring, on account that I thought I’d be spending today recovering from my fight, but with no fight yesterday, it meant I had a clean slate today.

2. Arrived at boxing just before noon and clicked into training mode. I’m not so focused on my upcoming fight as much as I am my July 27th fight. I already am experiencing butterflies and great anticipation for that particular fight on account that I’m the expected underdog and Snickers will be fighting that day too, meaning that his whole family and friends will be seeing me fight for the first time… talk about pressure. Typing that just gave me butterflies… oh gosh. I love the anticipation and extreme training and dieting that comes with preping for a fight, maybe even more than the actual fight, but the fear of losing sometimes keeps me up late at night. I'm not afraid of getting hurt, I'm not afraid of that at all. I would rather break my nose and come out looking like Shrek himself than lose. We're both going into this fight craving the win and losing isn't an option but it'll be a reality for one of us; a very harsh and heartbreaking reality. And it's crazy to think of how it's really anyone's fight up until the time when the last round ends and the judges tally up their scores. It's such a complete rush of adreneline but with what goes up, must come down, and trust me, losing is a very, very hard and rough crash. I have a little less than 3 weeks to prep for my June 19th fight but I can't help but be overly distracted with thoughts of July 27th. My July 27th fight will either break it or make it for me. I have so much to gain, regardless of the outcome, but it'll be the biggest heartbreak of all if I lose, even more so than February 23rd, 2008.

3. Today Snickers planned a double date for us with another couple but what he told me we’d be doing and what we actually did were two different things. The other couple, who bare the nickname Jing-Jong, picked us up downtown in a super pimped up car no bigger than a shoe box. Ok, ok, so it was bigger than a shoe box but it was super tiny. Jing had gone the nine yards with designing the interior and whatnot. It was a white car on the outside but on the inside it was all shades of candy pink, with a disco ball light and even a microphone. Snickers grabbed the microphone and blasted his voice out to the on-coming traffic, yelling “I love Amy!!!” It was hilarious.

4. So much for a simple double-date dinner, forty minutes later we showed up at a small amusement park located beside the sea. Snickers insisted that we go on this one ride. It looked like an elevator shaft where you sit in a strapped-in seat and it sends you up super high, only to release the locks and let you come flying down, stopping of course at the last minute. I’ve been on this ride before… or so I thought. I thought the rough part would be when they let you drop but MUCH to my surprise they send you rocketing up. I must admit, I screamed at the top of my lungs… hahaha. No sooner did we reach the top but they dropped us. On the way down it felt like I seriously had the wind totally knocked out of me and so I literally couldn’t scream. Upon reaching the bottom, Snickers turned to me and said “Amy again”, which I thought was a question. Turns out it was a statement and up we went flying again. Finally the ride was over and I shook. That ride seriously scared the b-gee-bees out of this little Pollack!!! X100

5. The dude at the gun game kind of cheated us out of a toy and so I thought it’d be funny to point the loaded game gun at his crotch… he didn’t think it so funny… hahaha.

6. Dinner consisted of us girls snuggling up to the guys as they worked hard at cooking shell fish… or whatever the heck those things were called. Claims?!

7. If I had known I’d be asked to lift up my shirt at dinner to show my abs I would have excused myself and headed off to the bathroom to do some quick crunches or something… hahaha. They were all questions about our boxing and dieting and that’s when Snickers blurted out, “Amy has a 4-pack, show them!” Snickers whipped up his top to show his 6-pack and I blushed at showing mine. Then Jing showed us his abs, and lack there of them… hahaha. Jing-Jong have officially been renamed 1-pack (Jing) and 3-pack (Jong). Jong scored a 2-pack score because of her “female volume”, as they called it (her chest), plus her 1-pack, thus making a 3-pack… hahaha. Together they are no longer called Jing-Jong but 4-pack. I guess that makes Snickers and me 10-pack… hahaha.

8. Dinner was followed by what would have been an ultra romantic seaside walk had it not been so chilly. We of course weren’t so smart by adding ice cream to the equation but the guys worked extra hard at keeping us gals warm… hahaha.

9. Our double date was perfect minus a bit of frustration felt on my behalf. I really wanted to talk more to Jing-Jong (aka 4-pack... hahaha) but I couldn’t remember some of the words I had studied. Regardless however, a good time was definitely had by all of us and as we giggled the whole ride home, Snickers turned to me and said “thank you”. I’m not too sure why he said that, after all it was him who had planned this whole perfect double-date.

10. Talks of us flying out to Canada this summer stirred up again and so Snickers was full of questions. The plan is to stay at my parents’ house, for the most part, and then stay in Toronto for a couple of nights. Snickers prefers to stay at my parents’ house, saying that he really wants to get to know my family. Am convinced my parents will love him, for sure. My mother will love him because he’ll happily eat anything she puts on his plate and she’ll probably have to fight him off from doing the dishes and cleaning up… hahaha. And my father will love him because Snickers has quite the funny sense of humor, fine-trimmed manners, and he treats me like I’m nothing less than gold.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Could it ever get any better than this?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Love, and a cough, cannot be hid.
-- George Herbert