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After a hard workout, my sister and I love using the gym’s steam room.

The gym has a strict “Towel/Covering Required” rule…

…but some people take it as a suggestion instead.

One night, the gym was relatively empty, save a group of ahjummas (older Korean women) who were finishing up their time in the pool and showering. One of them decided to join Faith and me in the steam room.

My sister was horrified, but I felt otherwise. I’ve been lacking in funny things happening in my life, but this took the cake. I’ve never had such a gigantic pair of buttocks so close to my face in my life.

On a different note…

It seems like you guys (and my dad) tend to enjoy the more disgusting posts, especially after the amount of hits my blog got from that parasite-infested caterpillar.


Anyways, just for fun, I decided to pretend that I was one of those parasites and infest my dad-erpillar.

Pretty close, right?

Another Faith Friday, and it’s full of cleavage!

You’ll see what I’m talking about.

Faith is back for another week of random tomfoolery.

Enjoy, and check back next week for something new, and be sure to leave some feedback for the little Whang.

I’m on a mission to lose weight in a healthy way.

Instead of crash dieting, I’m trying to monitor more of what I intake, along with regular exercise at least 3 times a week, to slowly but more permanently shed the lbs.

Still, it doesn’t come without its own share of difficulties and struggles.


Everything about this story is true…I just happened to find my pillow on the floor later that morning.

Fortunately, the ends do justify the means.

One more week to go! I’m hoping to lose 3-4 more pounds, and I’ll be at my fitness peak~ Wish me luck!

I haven’t given up on golfing, even after the whole hitting-the-brother-in-the-face incident.

Practice makes perfect, right?

And it went down like this:

I’ll keep practicing~

The following events were based on a true story.

Once upon a time, at Lifetime Fitness Gym…

Who…who does that?

To my male readers, do guys actually think that kissing one’s own guns is attractive to the ladies?

Anyways, funny stuff. Good times at the gym.

It’s kind of a process.

Hello my lovely readers! Long time no see/blog/etc.!

I managed to clock in almost 80 hours this week at work, and all of my comic ideas were sadly put on standby, where they sat and grew fat and flabby.

Like my butt.

Around 11 pm on Wednesday night at my office, I turned around and looked in the mirror in the bathroom and saw that nastiness. While proper dieting has allowed my waist to get close to my ideal size, my bottom (due to weeks of inactivity) had unfortunately not followed suit.

So I’m back to hitting the gym hard. I signed up at Lifetime Fitness, and am thoroughly enjoying the top-of-the-line facilities that they have available.

True story: I actually bruised my chin because of that weird ab-roller wheel thingy. I obviously have a long way to go to getting back to my ideal shape, but signing up for a gym was the first step in getting the ball rolling.

I feel so much better physically and mentally because of working out, and I am going to start working out with a trainer very soon. I’m sure that will be a comic in itself~

Wish me (and my badonkadonk) luck! And look forward to more posts now that I’m on a decent schedule again!

Thanks for your patience~

There’s a reason why I avoid sports that are outside of Tae Kwon Do.

In Tae Kwon Do, the point is to damage your opponent, and that seems to be the only thing I’m good at doing. Even unintentionally. Even to my own self.

The thing is, I can dish out the pain, but can’t really take it myself. I tripped in the parking lot yesterday, my high heel shoe fell off, and my bare foot road-rashed and my toes got shredded up. My mom was out of town, so dad had to play doctor, and it was quite a dramatic affair, with me writhing in agony on the kitchen island as he cleaned the tiny bit of blood squirting out of my wounds.

It’s a good thing that the weak sauce gene doesn’t run in the family.

My poor brother. Next time, he’s going to have to bring a helmet and hopefully, I’ll bring some common sense.

Fortunately, he wasn’t too damaged. After all, what you can’t remember can’t hurt you, right?

As I jogged to the parking lot, I stopped in my tracks when I saw a block of ice sitting where I my car used to be.

It took me about 5 minutes of tearing at my door to get it open.

It was then that I realized that I probably should have worn long pants.

I had to work fast if I wanted to get to the gym on time.

For some reason, the side windows took FOREVER to crack open.

But with persistence, and the heaters on in my car, I got the job done.

And off I went to the gym. Yay!

Okay. Boring story, but just thought I’d share~

What I learned is the following:

  1. Wear long pants when going to de-ice your car.
  2. Clear your front and rear windshields before turning on your car’s heat. Don’t want a reprise of what happened in NY to occur.
  3. When you do turn on your heat, crack the front two doors open slightly. This will allow some circulation and prevent too much of an intense heat buildup to occur too quickly in your vehicle. The escaping heat will also help in de-icing your side windows.
  4. Be safe when getting to and from your car. Don‘t wipe out like I did.

Hmm. Looks like your kick has been getting kind of low over the years~

The Christian Life is like Martial Arts...

Just kidding, lil bro. You were impressive last Sunday, with all your no-handed flips and kicking and stuffs. Way to represent our people’s sport and Bridgeway. ::thumbs up::

I remember when my brother and I would go to Tae Kwon Do, once to twice a week, almost every week for 11 years. Everything would go be pretty much the same. Line up, pay respects to the master, jog several laps around the dojang (studio), practice kicks/flips/rolling/jumps/forms, then the dreaded sparring…

I used to hate sparring so much. I was the smallest and the only girl in the class for the longest time…and my sparring was…sub-par…

Until I realized that the reason I was sub-par wasn’t because I was a girl or that I was small…but because I was making excuses for being afraid.

Of what, I don’t really know. If it was fear of pain, aside from a black-eye I got once on incident (which really wasn’t all that bad), I never got hurt that much. If it was failure, I was already failing royally by pulling my kicks and punches. Once I came to the realization that I didn’t have to be afraid, I actually got pretty good.

I was small, so I was fast. I was a girl, so other guys pulled their punches. All I had to do was use my circumstances to my advantage and do my best. And I never dreaded sparring again.

Funny how irrational fear can blind you from your true potential.

It’s been a while since I’ve done Tae Kwon Do. Doesn’t mean I’ve lost my madd skillage, though. Here’s a pic that really brings me back. See, Peter? Maybe your kicks ARE getting lower as you age?

Old School

A Cartoon Stuck in a Real Girl’s Body

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July 2020