It’s sunday and it’s not a blue sunday, a tired or a hungover sunday. In fact the sun is shinning and it brings forward creative inspirations – maybe just the right day to start blogging?
Today and yesterdays weather reminds of cool, lovely indian summer days in NY. I miss the days in the big city. Miss the feeling of strolling on the broad pavements, the feel and even the smell of my other home. Days like these do bring back memories and the feeling of missing!
Reached home after a productive afternoon spend in the gym (boxing, running and abwork), and a nice hangout with my beautifull fellow girls (Mika and Lilly) afterwards. Now, the sun is setting, Nanna (my dog) is on my lap and the Ipod is recharging. I forgot laundry, but that’s about it on the negative side
This next week, will – if my employer and the world wants it – prove if I finally found another place to sparre and train. It’s muay thai, it’s only twice a week, but it will be a fantastic opportunity for me, if they will accept sparring with a girl my size.
Getting tired of all the training leading to nowhere, I’ve set a goal to train consistently for a month with sparring sessions twice a week. If it feels good, I might want to take yet another fight or two. (Hopefully in my second home) Will definetly get back on this!
Last night my beautiful friend Mika took me to my first asian-party experience in Copenhagen. It was strange, almost like being back in Bangkok or Seoul, guys with fierce haircuts and girls who looks freightingly a lot like Hello Kitty. Music was good thou and some drags/ ladyboys rocked the party.
We left kind of early, and ended up at mcD drinking coffee and eating chicken wraps (which I didn’t like). Here late at night, we witnessed two young guys being civil arrested (by guard) for stealing and eating two cheeseburgers.
Come to think of it, we should have offered to pay, just because it was such a funny moment. Anyway, their girlfriends (or wanna-be) bailed them out 5 minutes later, when they were escorted back by the man (the real deal police). Apparently the weren’t room enough at the jail cell for our two small petty thief’s.. and thanks for that.
Today’s question mostly revolves around men and messages. Since I just updated my knowledge on strength training – I’m doing heavy weights, 4 reps and 4 rounds (I use it to increase my strength in martial art) – this question is off my list.
So back till today’s question – men and messages..
Even years after the famous ‘he’s just not that into you’ sentence from the female answer to ‘The Game’, our lovely four girlfriends from NYC – a lot of what I seem to hear, when listening in on girltalk, is: “Why hasn’t he called, when is he going to call, what if he doesn’t call, or what if he calls 12 times at 1.30 am in the evening and you’re supposedly just friends (and you’re actually having this really cute guy over)… or – worse case scenario: What if he does call, what do one say?“
It have me speculating, if guys thinks as much about our calls, as we spend time and energy deciphering ‘the guy call’. I mean – I know ‘The Game’ followers does, but do regularly guys also?
What if everybody just were being forthcomming, honest – told and asked the questions needed to be answered?
Would it kill something, because sometimes you just don’t want to talk about it. Sometimes talking about it, kills it, makes it to serious, to real and something…. thats need to be talked about. And maybe all things aren’t talkable?