Highlights of my Day... Saturday, June 27

1. Headed out to Seoul for my Korean tutoring and no sooner did I just barely catch my bus but Wonder Bread called me. That boy reeks of drama and I can smell his drama all the way in Cheonan despite him living an hour away. He keeps on insisting that I meet him, insisting that I give him “closure”. Closure?!... closure for what. You are an idiotic playboy and I’m too smart to stick around and feed your drowned in drama ways… it’s as simple as that, way the need for closure? We were never a couple and despite his repetitious “I’m in love with you” messages that he sends my cell phone, the only thing he needs to do is get his head out of the sand, jump into reality and stop watching those silly Korean dramas.

2. Did I meet up with him, you ask… no. I’m a happily-taken woman and even if I wasn’t, I learned a while back that he’s a one-track mind man and I’m not interested. Never have, never will be.

3. I haven’t had Korean lessons for two weeks now and so I had to get my teacher to review the previous lesson. Sometimes I think my Korean is really improving, other times I feel like I’m walking backwards with it. It’s quite frustrating. I wish there were some kind of pill I could take or some other easy way to get those Korean words flowing through my brain.

4. In anticipation of getting down to business in the kitchen with some good old Korean cooking this summer, I bought myself my first Korean cookbook and it’s loaded with 136 recipes. I’m not much of a cooker and my specialities, if you’d even call them that, are quite “special”, as in short-yellow-bus special.

My list of specialities:
Protein-packed peanut butter pancakes
Banana-split yogurt protein shakes
Chicken supreme
Zip-lock bag omelets
Chicken oatmeal
Stuffed tomato chicken “bombs”

5. Yesterday I got invited to a wedding, a wedding that I then attended today. How’s that for notice?! Ya. Anyways, as it happened I headed out to this wedding, my camera broke and as a result of the wedding I had to skip out on my KBC meeting.

6. Upon arriving back in Cheonan I headed over to Park Jun’s Hair Studio to see if they could transform my desperately sad and lacking locks into beautiful locks of shine and posh style. Okay, so I wasn’t really wishing for that but I can armed with a translated letter from my Korean language teacher, asking them if they could return my hair back to it’s natural colour, light brown. After a couple of tests, the verdict was in. Going light brown was out of the question and they urged me to let the black grow out before I even considered it. Dang.

7. So, with no real options but to keep my hair dark, I got them to dye my hair dark brown and I went for a chop. My hair colour is questionable, it looks black, but I got my Japanese shaggy style hair back and so I’m happy with the cut. Personally, I love dark hair but because of my training I end up having to shower 2-3 times a day and so dying my hair has become a kind of by-weekly routine that’s rather annoying.

8. Training at La Sya tonight was rather annoying. It started off with me trying to sign Snickers up for a membership card and the new front desk chick trying to push me aside because she didn’t speak English when all I spoke to her was Korean. I leaned towards her and then asked, in Korean, “Do you know who I am?” I really had no answer in mind but I thought I’d flex some intimidation and get her thinking. “I know” came a voice behind me. It was the voice of one of the personal trainers. I hadn’t met him before but apparently he knows of me because of TV and so he assisted me with getting Snickers a membership card. Starting Monday Snickers and I will be weight training in the mornings together and so I thought I’d kick off our game prep training with a present for him, a gym membership at La Sya. It’s only for a month though cause after which I plan on returning to Hongik. La Sya is a nice club but the vibe here is a bit off. People stare at me, girls whisper when I walk by, the front desk girl punked me off, and so far the only people who have been nice to me is No-Neck and Orange Boy, both of which are personal trainers and so they kind of have to extend some kind of friendship to me, it’s in their job duties to do so.

9. Evening boredom got the best of me and so off I headed with Panty Boy downtown. I knew full well that this would be a bad idea and, without getting too much into the details of tonight’s strange situation, I’ll keep it short and tell you that it involved a splash of Chinese, a dash of giggles, me ending up at home minus my shoes, my camera mysteriously breaking, and Snickers searching downtown for me. He had a good laugh when he found me at home but then lectured me about resorting to “silly” things when I get bored. Snickers, just like Junior Mint, aren’t fans of Panty Boy. Dang panty-model Panty Boy and his devilish ways… getting me in trouble and stirring up the night.

10. Overheard a conversation, correction, a wickedly anger-filled Korean conversation that I really wasn’t supposed to hear. Not too sure if I was made out to be the villain or the hero in this conversation that quickly attached me to the main topic. Regardless, by the tone, the swear words and numerous other words that were being shouted through the phone, at 3:30am in the morning, it was certainly not the conversation that I wanted to hear, nor could I really stomach it at that point.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
What's your speciality?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
My favorite animal is steak.
-- Fran Lebowitz