Ramble-Babble... Thursday, March 15

Didn’t do much today.

Random thoughts that passed through my head today…

Balboa insists on peeing on my expensive bath rug and on my new bed sheet. Perhaps he’s a fan of the absorption and non-slash factor as opposed to the regular newspaper I’ve placed out for him.

Being at home is officially my favorite place in the world. I love Ggum Guum for the very fact that my best friend is here (Snickers) and so are two super cool, ultra interesting friends of mine (Balboa and Pyen Chi).

Pyen Chi’s full name is officially Pyen Chi the Pee Master, Beast of Fur but she also goes by the name of Pyen Chi Bere, and yes that’s “Bere”, not bear or bare. It’s “Bere” as in the first letters of my last name.

Balboa sometimes goes by Boa but when he play wrestles with Pyen Chi his ring name is Balboa Bere the-Dirty-Face Kim.

I got a White Day gift from Black Skinny tonight at training. He had been carrying it around in his gym bag the past couple of days, not knowing when he’d run into me next. It was a box of chocolates. The box sported soggy corners from being among his training clothes but I indulged in a few despite the added softness… hahaha.

Had a strange conversation at the boxing club with a man who insisted Canada isn’t very multicultural. His daughter is over there studying so he went to visit her this past year. “I didn’t see any Koreans!” he proclaimed. Turns out his daughter is staying on Prince Edward Island. Ya, I bet she didn’t see any Koreans. “Did she see a lot of potatoes?” I sarcastically asked. Who sends their kid to P.E.I. to study English?!!!

Finally blew my nose today but no, I’ve yet to return to the hospital to get the official “yes, your nose is healed and ready to blow” confirmation.

Am thinking about taking up drinking. Yes, you read correctly. I think putting myself through university by being the head bartender at a club turned me off the whole drinking scene. My parents don’t drink and I don’t even really like going to bars, even if it’s just to sip on juice while with friends. I don’t even like juice, or pop for that matter. I only drink water, milk and coffee. Anyways, you’re allowed to smoke in bars here in Korea – and apparently act stupid too and sleep there as I have seen -- so that's further strikes against that.

The last couple of times I was in a bar here in Korea I had some foreign guy yank his shirt off in front of me and then some another guy made some slapstick comments about me being with a Korean man. He obviously didn't know that my beautiful Korean man is as dangerously cute as he is dangerously skilled in the ring, having had a champion belt in knocking guys out.

I love it, sarcastically speaking that is, how so many guys seem to think it's funny to make comments about the male anatomy of Korean men. It seems to be an instant ego boaster for them but a radar flag to me, signaling that they're an idiot.

And then there was the time when I ended up punching some foreign guy. Ya, my three last visits to any kind of pub in Korea resulted in flat out stupidness, and oddly enough in all three cases it involve a drunk foreign guy.

So ya, back to my original comment, I’m thinking about taking up drinking. I work three days a week at a university so it’d be nice to come home after a long day of stiletto-wearing heels and pencil skirts that are uncomfortable to try to sit in I deserve a nice glass of wine to unwind, relax and chill out. Perhaps I’ll try this tomorrow.