2. Pumpkin Cheeks, Little Miss Sunshine and I loaded up the car and headed off to Panty Boy Jr.'s fight today. With an expected two hour drive ahead, I loaded up my bag with Korean homework but the drive ended up turning into a three hour ordeal.
3. Arrived to what felt like the opposite corner of Korea and low and behold there was Panty Boy Jr. getting all prepared for his fight. Junior Mint was there with him, as where a whole cluster of other UP Boxing Club members and fans. Kicks was fighting the crazy Korean subway system but had told me that she'd come out too, cool.
4. Panty Boy Jr. was the main fight for today and so we all eagerly awaited with much anticipation for his fight. His fight was going to be shown live on MBC ESPN Spots and so that was pretty exciting. They had this wicked stage set up for all the fighters to come out when their name was announced. Fire shot out of the sides, lights flashed and the music blasted with each new fighter who was announced. I stood far to the right of the stage but could definitely feel the heat from the stage fire. It was awesome.
5. The fight before Panty Boy Jr. was definitely a brutal bloody butchering. Both fighters had bloody faces and after about round 6, they had to continually pause the fight to clean up the blood and ensure that the fighters were OK. The one fighter that won was a bit of a cocky dude who left his opponent bleeding from the nose, mouth and upper part of the eye. But despite winning, he too had scored quite an injury; a massive bump on the one side of his head that looked more like a rendition of "Aliens" or "Invasion of the Body Snatchers". He looked to have instantly grown another half a head!!!
6. All the while I was watching the boxing fights and chatting with other UP Boxing Club members, I kept on getting interrupted by various people who randomly asked me to pose for pictures, offered me their business cards, or to congrats me on my last fight. One notoriously known boxing manager approached me and asked me to make an appearance at his boxing club in Seoul and so I'm considering it. My buddies from the club thought it hilarious how one camera man and his assistant continually insisted on stalking me with their large camera. They were all up in my face and so although it was funny at first, it got a bit annoying after cause my buddies didn't want to stand with me while the camera "stalked" me. I had been standing beside this one particularly odd woman who insisted on wearing leather black pants, an awful orange sweater and large dark sunglasses. She was a bit too much into herself but we all burst into laughter when she mistook the camera man following her instead of me. Upon realizing it, she turned, gave me the once-over, gave a little smirk, and then walked away.
Motor Cross: You're like Oprah.
Me: Haha... I'm not quite as big as her.
Motor Cross: Hmm... yes. You're only 53kg.
(he meant how people know me on a first name bases like a celebrity but note what was lost in translation here... "not as popular" as opposed to size... hahaha)
7. Kicks arrived with just minutes before Panty Boy Jr. were to strut his stuff and do his notoriously cocky catwalk on the stage... hahaha. I laugh because he always comes across as so arrogant and rude when he has fights but when I train or hang with him, he's got to be one of the most sincere, sweet and polite young men I've ever met. He's so far from cocky but he likes to play up the bad boy punk image for the crowd and the cameras... it definitely gets them going too!
8. In the first round Kicks and I held our breath as he left himself open and took some punches but in the second round, oh gosh... in the second round it was lights out for his opponent!!! Panty Boy Jr. knocked his opponent out in the second round and we all yelled and jumped for joy. Everyone, including Panty Boy Jr., was shocked. I had joked with him prior to his fight and told him, "I want you to kill him". Of course I don't mean literally kill him but it's kind of an inside joke we got going on with our teammates. Koreans always say "fighting" but I thought I'd kick it up a notch and say "kill". It's more or less has become our team saying now. No sooner did he step out of the ring but then he turned and asked me, "Did I kill him?" "Yes... and it was beautiful!"
9. The joke of the night afterwards was the thought that I got more camera time than Panty Boy Jr. who was the main match tonight... hahaha. Q texted me, as did many other friends, to tell me that they saw me on TV tonight and loved my close-ups... hahaha.
10. And after I finally returned home to Cheonan and tucked myself in my bedding, I texted Panty Boy Jr. and thanked him for the awesome show tonight. He responded by thanking me for coming and called me the future female champion, which only reinstated just how awesome of a teammate he is and how so deserving he is of his new champion title.
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
What is success to you?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Some people dream of success... while others wake up and work hard at it.
-- Author Unknown
15 comments:
Motor Cross: You're like Oprah.
Me: Haha... I'm not quite as big as her.
that's the biggest difference between you and Oprah that you can find?
I think you're pretty similar actually, both full of yourselves..
:)
Hi Mrs. Kim,
Ouch... it was a joke, relax there lady. This coming from someone who REPEATEDLY points out her disinterest in me and yet continues to read on... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Damn. Your teammate knocks his opponent out and the only comment someone writes is about some Oprah joke you made???
My thoughts exactly.
Congrats to your bud Am. I watched the video and was blown away! You're next girl. Keep up the hard training, tough focus, and you'll surely win yourself champ status, too.
Don't let anyone tell you that you can't be whoever, where-ever, whenever you want to be. Your teammate is living, walking, talking proof that the world is your osyter. Feed on his energy and you'll be unstoppable too.
I think Mrs. Kim is like me. She reads the blog because on some days, it can be a great blog with interesting things to read. I also admire Amy for her boxing and her commitment to training.
But that doesn't mean at times I don't find her blog to be very authentic. This last post is a great example....there are times when the authenticity isn't there. I become disappointed and sometimes I have to say something....
Yep, Tracey, that's a pretty fair assessment.
But who's disinterested? I'm totally here for the dramz! (well, that and the occasional cute korean guy picture)
as I've said before, I could do with less of Amy's navel-gazing and mirror-checking, but it IS her blog after all...
so if she wants to talk about gaining a quarter of a pound here or there, and we're all supposed to be riveted by it, that's just fine I say!
as long as you don't really expect us to be riveted. see, I think that's where the problem keeps cropping up, because you kinda do.
Oh...and one more thing! Why is it, Amy, that whenever anyone questions you about anything (your spelling, your grammar, your use of the word retard, the way you treat people etc.) you always respond by saying "It was a joke!"
you remind me of the kid in high school who falls down the stairs, looks around at everyone looking at him and then says "I meant to do that."
Mrs. Kim,
Actually, I wasn't referring to any spelling, grammar, word remotely even connected to retard. I mentioned it was a joke in that I know I'm not Oprah but though it was funny about how it was lost in translation with my friend. Thanks for killing that joke... hahaha.
And you're ignorance to the whole word of boxing and making weigh requirements is obvious by your "quarter of a pound" comment which, I should have you know, could cost me a hell of a lot of money to have to forfeit a game, and obviously, the game itself and my sponsors. So you see Mrs. Kim, unless you're willing to fork over about $7000 to me worth of game money, sponsors, TV coverage, and status, than lay of the cheap weight comments... cause they're obviously not so cheap.
I don't mean to sound rude or mean here but I highly doubt you're in the same situation as me and so you clearly can't relate. In saying this, please realize that you're still just an outsider looking in. I respect your opinions but they're just that... opinions.
Ya know what they say Am:
simple thoughts for simple people.
Maybe certain readers just don't understand. KISS it: keep it simple (for the) stupid.
It's called using capitals Mrs. Kim. Was she one of your dancing students Amy?
I deleted some comments here because, honestly, I really hate when people don't know what they're talking about.
Word of the wise:
Next time you go to immigration, check out the details of their forms. There is a section that asks you to list other places of employement.
My university is more than well aware of my boxing; it's definitely not hidden. After all, I did do two TV show tapings at my school based on my teaching and boxing.
And I'll have you know that the Cheonan Trump occassionally is a guest lecturer at my school and donates THOUSANDS of dollars to them each year, so his status with my school is very much appreciated and respected.
So ya... thanks.
So if all your money is legally earned (yeah, right), then how come you/that friend who speaks for you claimed you couldn't send all of your money outside of the country?
And yeah, I'm sure you pay taxes on what Trump gives you.
Hi Sting,
Relax there buddy. First of all, do you know exactly how much money 4 years of saving pretty much every paycheck looks like on paper? Exactly. The Korean banks only allow you to wire you a certain amount of money overseas each month.
Don't mind Mrs. Kim. She is even mean on the Kimchi Mamas blog, and they really couldn't be a nicer group of people.
I feel sorry for her. She must have a very bad life and feels she has to take it out on everyone else. Seek professional therapy, Mrs. Kim. I mean, for God's sake--you think Oprah is full of herself? You might as well just critize Mother Teresa while you're at it.
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