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.

Saturday, December 08, 2018

Just Rolling My Eyes On This... Saturday, December 8

I had sparring today, 6 three minute rounds with Coach Marcelo.  

In the ring, I thought I was confident.  Challenged but confident.  Better than before, but still rather flat footed and not using my angles as much.  Outside of the ring, watching my sparring on playback, it was a different story.  I was disappointed.

We're always our worst critic and I am no different.  I see my flaws in my sparring and humbly question if there were more I didn't actually pick out.  I see where I should have kept my guard up higher, where I totally ate the punches thrown at me instead of protecting myself or coming back with a counter punch, and where I could have, should have, and would have landed a clean punch if only I didn't hesitate. 

I am my worst critic.  I don't need another critic either.  I'm hard enough on myself, thanks.

And then there are those on Instagram, volunteer critics, who want to pick out my flaws and critique me even harder than I critique myself.  I may be hard on myself but they're malicious, cruel, crude, and rude.  

Haters are going to hate.

I have a fight coming up, many people now know and many haters now know too.  News of my fight is bringing out more fans but it's also bringing out more haters and with Christmas just around the corner, I'm getting more hater mail than tis-the-season Christmas mail.  I might not get one Christmas card this year because card-giving isn't really a thing here and my friends and family don't know my address here in the Philippines, but I definitely have already gotten my share of hater mail, almost on the daily.

I don't know why people hate.  Correction, I know why they hate, they have many reasons.  From hating on people's success, doing it out of unhappiness and due to their own insecurities, but I don't know what's the purpose of it.  Is there really a purpose or is it just to put down someone, to belittle someone.  Are they just venting or do they actually feel good when they do it?  I don't know.  I've never publicly hated anyone.  Sure, I've had my reserved comments and dislikes for certain people, we all have, but we learnt back in elementary school that bullying others is just mean; it's wrong.  But where did we forget that lesson and think it's okay to do it on social media to random strangers?  I can't say I've ever met a hater and that's the thing that gets me.  First get to know me and then decide if you do or you don't like me.  Wouldn't that be the more logical thing to do?  That's only common sense but, then again, common sense isn't so common these days.  

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