Highlights of my Day... Tuesday, September 29

1. With about two hours of sleep and definitely sporting the bed-tossing bedhead to prove I had a rough time trying to sleep, I got up and headed out to early morning weight training.

2. Snickers was scheduled to have surgery today sometime in the morning. It was my dad off and so it definitely didn’t sit well with me that he was laying on some hospital bed alone. I really wanted to be with him but had decided that I wouldn’t give in. “I’ll show him some tough love”, I thought.

3. Spending my day off on the phone with immigration wasn’t fun and it ended up spooking me. I had called immigration for answers regarding my boxing and my work visa but they ended up having to call me back. Even they didn’t have answers. As it turns out, my case is quite the unique case with immigration, one of which they admitted they’ve never encountered before.

4. Having immigration being all up in the air with what to do with me and having them call people like Junior Mint at my boxing club worked to kill my nerves about the situation. Immigration isn’t exactly the place where I want my name to bounced around, let alone said or even known.

5. By mid afternoon I had failed miserably at trying to plan my two Power Point lecture files for tomorrow’s classes and my patience and nerves had been brutally shot down. I always think too much and so of course I imagined the worse case scenario. Worse case being I get deported back to Canada. I heard about this one foreigner who got deported. Immigration froze her bank account and she was given a 24 hour “get-out-of-here” notice. I contemplated taking all my cash out of my bank account and what the heck I’d do with all my stuff and with Mi Nam.

6. By evening my patience had reached the minus numbers, while my stress and frustration felt like they were entering the triple digits. I gave in, I text Snickers. Twenty minutes later I showed up at the hospital where he was staying. He greeted me with the same puppy eyes he had sported yesterday. He was dressed in the typical ugly hospital clothes and his arm was bandaged up to his elbow. I wanted nothing more than to bury my head in his chest, have him swallow my body up with his massive arms he’d wrap around me, and cry, but I didn’t.

7. Well, okay, I did cry. We sat in the stairwell for about three hours. Our discussion started off with me blurting out, “I’m running away. I’m going back to Canada.” That’s exactly what, at that moment, I wanted to do too. I had had enough with people toying around with me and my frustration with not being able to see my mom through her recent struggle turned success had gotten to me. I knew running away meant I couldn’t come back but I wasn’t too sure if that was a bad or good thing. Mind ya, the look on Snickers’ face after I spilled out that comment showed me right there and then that of course it’d be a bad thing.

8. They say “desperate times call for desperate measures” and so when Snickers turned to me and said

“Let’s get married tomorrow!!!”

I sat there and contemplated it. Snickers and I are already planning to get married and so it’s not like it’s a far-fetched idea. But now with immigration barking at me and Dankook giving me warnings about my boxing, getting married would definitely solve the problems related to my work visa. Snickers tried his hardest to sell the idea to me by telling me, “Who else is as special to get three weddings… a paper wedding tomorrow, a wedding in Korea, and then another wedding in Canada?!” To tell you the truth, I really don’t care for a big wedding and a paper wedding is fine with me. I’ve already gone through all the stress of planning a wedding with my ex-fiance and so I really don’t care to do it again. We’d do the so-called paper wedding (city hall deal) and then the so-called 2nd wedding would simply be a late night dinner party in a park here in Korea with a very small elite crowd, consisting of only those in Korea who really matter to us. Snickers' side of the guest list would be much larger than mine but in our so-called 3rd wedding, it'd be reversed, I'd have a huge chunk of the list. Our so-called 3rd wedding would take place after our big move to Canada and it would consist of a church ceremony and intimate reception.

My Korean wedding list
1. Junior Mint
2. Buff Boy the Original
3. Drama Boy
4. Milk Dud
5. Black Skinny
6. Panty Boy Jr.
7. Pro Star
8. Kitty Cat
9. My Korean tutor
10. Mrs. Jung (Eumbong coworker)

9. Don’t worry… I’m not getting married tomorrow, after all, I’m too busy with work and filming with KBS. Mind ya, KBS would love us to death if we were to do this tomorrow cause their ratings would be crazy high.

10. Had a super late night dinner with Snickers. He took me out to a restaurant beside the hospital and I had to laugh at the sight of him dressed in ugly hospital clothing, pushing his IV stand down the street. He had not a care in the world with regards to what people thought. It’s totally expected and accepted in Korea for hospital patients to venture outside in similar fashion but I always find it so funny and odd.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Who's list do you think you're on?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Choices are the hinges of destiny.
-- Author Unknown