There’s something highly satisfactory about punching with hot pink punching gloves. Yesterday when I stopped at Shane’s gym for a spell, I spot a pair of these laying by the punching bag. I tried them on and got quite a giggle out of them.So I returned today to the gym, having had a day from hell and approaching deadline…well fuck, tomorrow IS the deadline, donned the gloves and give the bag a good beating. The bag? It’s fine. My hands, not so much. But my god. It felt so good to beat on something. With hot pink gloves. I mean,...
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I was up at 6:30 a.m. this morning. Jet lag is getting better! I did end up getting to work at 6 a.m. on Thursday morning. LOL. I drove in and left promptly at 3 p.m. and miraculously got home without killing myself. I did steal a solid hour of nap later in the afternoon though. How solid? I started the nap laying on the couch. When Brandon came in to wake me up, I was sitting and I had no idea how I got there. Yeah…interesting, isn’t it? But a sleepy Thursday worked out to my advantage as I...
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It’s 11 p.m. on a rainy Bangkok Saturday night. And I ain’t got nobody. Just me in dad’s office, waiting for pictures from the day we scattered my mom’s ashes to upload. I am in such a partying mood but my partner in crime, Tong, is out of town this weekend. But then again, it’s raining cats and dogs out there. Better not be outside puddle hopping intoxicated or out on the slippery road with drunks behind the wheels. I should definitely count my blessing. Oh well, hell. I’m just going to party with myself then. I’ll go fetch my...
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If physical pain makes you feel like you’re alive, I am VERY alive today. I’m all sore from working out and dancing about. My voice a little raspy from singing. My allergies, thank you Tylenol Allergy Sinus, was killing me earlier. Sitting down and getting up has been some very ALIVE moments. I haven’t even tried going all up the stairs yet. Coming up from ground floor was already interesting enough. There is no such thing as Ibuprofen in this household. I didn’t even think about that. I seriously am punishing myself without even thinking about it. Ah…nothing brought out...
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I have put together all the information about my mom on the page “In loving memory”. You can go over there to get all the info you need. My mom had always valued education. Aside from the Red Cross, this was another cause she supported. As a matter of fact, a monk turned up one night at the wake. Apparently, my mom had paid for his ordination 10 some years ago when she and the aunties stopped at a countryside temple. He saw my mom’s funeral announcement in the papers and came to pay his respect. But I digress. My...
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It’s strange to feel like a total stranger with your own family. I have been back 3 days now. Friends of mom’s, dad’s and brothers have been pouring in and out of the place. Everyone is buzzing about, working on the funeral details or talking to guests. And here I am, the usual Hostess of Everything, the Director of Fun, sitting awkwardly all by her lonesome just to get out of the way. Obviously, being the one far away when everything happened didn’t put me in the decision process. And not being resourceful in Bangkok also put me out in...
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