Daan lang ako. Tinetesting ko lang kung gumagana pa ang blog site ko. Ewan ko ba, pero talagang tamad lang siguro ako magsulat. Hindi ako katulad ng ibang tao na ginawang way of life ang blog. Ke marami akong isusulat o wala, hindi ko talaga magawang mag-update religiously ng blogsite ko.

Pero busy nga ako lately. Sobra. Kung susumahin siguro yung extensions ko sa trabaho for the past month, e halos naka-isang buwan na rin siguro ako. "Work smart, not work hard" ang motto ko, pero hindi ko talaga magawa. Talagang sobrang dami ng trabaho.

Wala lang, nagra-rant lang. Better than pulling my hair out.

 Kelan kaya ang susunod na blog update ko?

I was looking forward to my first trip to South Korea since July.

It wasn't all I imagined it to be.

Traffic sucks. If you could imagine something worse than Manila's traffic jam, then this must be it. 1.5 hours on the freeway, 2 hours in downtown Seoul, just to get to my hotel. And it's raining cats and dogs (Funny, I just stepped on a poodle. Harhar.)

It's expensive as hell. The cab ride from Incheon International Airport to downtown Seoul is 95,000 KRW (Korean Won), which is around 95 US Dollars (1 US Dollar = 1000 Korean Won), and you have to pay for the toll fee.

At least, the food is decent. Korean Bibimpap rocks!

I wish the sun comes up tomorrow. Photoblog next.

I had a very weird experience this morning.

Maybe my mind is still on vacation, or I have entered an entirely different dimension when I walked in the office a while ago.

My cubicle, which is situated at the far side of 2nd floor, is usually dark when I arrive; Office personnel punch in at 8:00 AM, I usually arrive at the office at 6:30 AM. With my usual lazy stride, I climbed the stairs and headed towards my cube.

When I made the turn (the moment you hit the top of the stairs, you had to make a left. The right side takes you to the cafeteria) I felt like I entered the Twilight Zone. Ahead of me is a very dark tunnel (or so it seemed) and I couldn't see the name tags hanging from the ceiling (indicating each department's area) and the hallway seemed damp and grey. I wiped my eyes as I thought I was still half-asleep. I was not. I started walking, and the far side of the floor seemed to roll away from me. I leaned on the wall for a while and stared at the floor. When I looked up, I was merely a few steps away from my cube, and I could have sworn I have taken a little less than ten steps the moment I made the turn. And the hallways are already lit.

Creepy. I looked back, and indeed, I was at the far side of the room already. It's as if I made a "shortcut" or made a jump to "hyperspeed" (for all you Star Wars fans out there, you know what I mean); Or if you are a Trekkie, "Scott" must have "Beamed Me Up".

Way too weird. And it's only 7:20 in the morning. I wonder what the rest of the day has for me.

It's not everyday you meet a person who calls you a liar and questions your credibility.

All on a mistaken story.

And even more bizaare is meeting a person who calls you a loudmouth, and tells that everyone thinks of you that way. More, that person calls you prejudiced. And you don't even know her.

Amazing how people KNOWS me very well.

Galing no? That person even had the gall to tell me to call it quits, because she had a mistake and that she's sorry.

Well, if there's one thing that's good from this incident, is that I knew that person's true colors. Not all that sugar and spice are indeed sweet and nice. There are indeed, rotten apples in every barrel.

I worked hard to earn my credibility. I did not reach my professional stature without having my credibility intact. Now one goes blurting out that I have no credibility, just because she heard a story from someone, and that she's so ashamed to clarify the story she heard from the same person who told her, because she (the storyteller) has more "credibility" than me.

Now it turned out that the story was wrong, and that what she heard was not true. She goes out saying "I just don't want anything to do with you" and that she's not "apologizing". And if I ask around daw, "loudmouth" daw ako. Note that I have not spoken to this person in ages, nor have I spoken to her friends in a long time. Tapos loudmouth daw ako? Not yet satisfied, this person have gone one step further- according to her, I am so prejudiced that I "judge" certain people about their sexuality (read: concluding that other people are GAY). She is hasty in adding that "she have not told other people" about my mischief. And I have not spoken to this person in a long time. Grabe talaga.

True, I do have this peculiar sense of observation. I sometimes observe other people's behavior, but those thoughts i keep to myself. And if I do verbalize some of them, all are in jest, and most of time, in tune with other people's observation. All in jest I say. Jokes. Humor. All the while, this person has been observing my every move, taking down all my comments, to the point of bringing this up just because she was caught with her foot on her mouth? Tsk.

I can't understand it. I just can't. I don't remember doing anything to this person to cause her sudden animosity.

Maybe some people are just aren't meant to be understood after all. Steer clear from these people.

I'm back!

Well, actually, I don't have anything noteworthy to write about. I was worried that my account would be wiped out due to months of inactivity.

Kung Hei Fat Choy to all our Chinese friends.

More to come later. Next blog- Diving and Trekking @ Dive and Trek.




(Beneath the Waves)