As the story has it, one day I headed to the opposite side of the globe – the Flipside. I arrived in Korea on February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d do a year, then leave. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, reality TV star, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company (Flipside Fitness), CEO of my own boxing club (Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing), and now I'm launching my 3rd business -- Empowered Clubhouse.


After 11.5yrs in Korea, I then picked up one day and returned to Toronto, Canada. But then I left again. This time it was for the Philippines. That's where I am now, living in the land of the happy people. The struggles are real and the struggles are many but I'm living life on my terms, I'm calling the shots, and I'm doing what I love. Life is an amazing adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Struggling to Keep it Cool... Friday, May 19


TIME
SCHEDULE
9am
Meal #1 – largest meal of the day.
11am-1:40pm
Boxing at Elorde.
2pm
Meal #2 and shower.
2:45pm
Drop by the Office Supply Depot for stuff.
3pm
Meeting at Anytime Fitness.
3:20pm-7pm
Starbucks:  work on my business plan.
Email main supplier, Hulk’s, and potential employees.
Start first draft of the floor plan for my business.
4:30pm
Meal #3.
7pm-8pm
BREAK TIME!!! 
Watch “Project Runway”.
Meal #4.
9pm-9:50pm
Workout at the condo gym.
10pm
Meal #5 – smallest meal of the day.
10:30pm-1:30am
Resume working on my floor plan design.
2am
Bedtime.

Could have, would have and maybe even should have but didn't.

I got offered a chance to jump on a plane fly down to Boracay for the night but opted to stay here in Eastwood. I didn't want to leave Balboa alone, I really didn't want to miss out on boxing because I'm leaving my club in a week, and I really wanted to start my floor plan rough draft today. 

Warning, be prepared for the next week for me to be dropping a lot of "this time next week" lines. 

I killed it at boxing today only to find out when I most needed it that my water bottle was gone. I found out that one of the cleaning ladies at the club had thrown it out and then I watched as she picked it out of the garbage can and giggled. I was exhausted from boxing but not too exhausted to seriously want to take that now dirty water bottle and hit her on the head with it.

Who throws out someone's unfinished water bottle at training?! Seriously.

It's not like we can drink from the tap here and the club sells overly priced water as it is. 

The hangry in me was tempted to grab a bottle from the club fridge and tell her to pay for it but then I envisioned my father frowning at me and saying "we don't do that". I opted out of both, of letting the hangry Hulk in me and being the sweet princess my dad told me to be. Instead, I gave her a sarcastic thumbs up and said "good job". 

Exhausted, dehydrated and not impressed, I then tried to cross the close-to-impossible street so that I could flag a taxi down. I stood in the medium for honestly a solid 10 minutes before some construction workers took pity on me, weaved through the traffic like a couple of hardcore ninjas and then stopped traffic for me. 

How sweet are they?! Right... So very sweet!

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