It means "hello" in Korean.
Why haven't I been posting updates here? Blame it on Twitter. Lol
Actually, I've been swamped with a variety of things, mostly work.
I've been to several trips this year. Hopefully I could write about any of them. I've been to Cebu for work twice in May and in August; then I went to Korea and was lucky to have visited Haeundae beach in Busan in August (I really want to write about this I swear); then Boracay in August also; Hongkong in October. Next week, I'm off to Thailand!
Besides work at the office and the trips, I've also started self-studying the Korean language. It's a shame that Berlitz is the only school that offers it. Fortunately, we (a colleage-friend and I) had convinced one of our expats to teach us regularly. But then, work always comes in the way, so we're stuck.
I could read and write, that's how far I've gone with my Korean lessons. I do understand some phrases, but I still couldn't catch up when expats here converse with each other.
Ok, I'll see you soon blogger. Maybe after I return from Thailand. I'll be going around Pattaya and Bangkok. I couldn't wait to see Wat Pho!
I'm such a scatterbrain now.
It's funny, I haven't even written the second part of my first trip to Korea. Haaah, someday I will. I promise. *So, help me, God.*
Wish I was a bird... Tweet tweet
I feel guilty not updating my blog. But Twitter caught my attention. And now I'm smitten.
Sorry Blogger. I'll try to find time for you.
Sorry Blogger. I'll try to find time for you.
Echo of a crime
I went to bed rather early last night because I've been lacking on sleep for the past nights. But I was awakened by the noise of what seemed to be multiple gunshots. My heart was pounding and my ears were throbbing. I was almost hyperventilating. Images of the Maguindanao massacre came into my mind. As the election draws nearer, the more frightened I get. I observed for a while, trying to keep calm. I was scared I was going to have a heart attack, I swear. I was trying hard to wake up and evaluate the sounds. I peeped outside the window, and fortunately saw some fireworks. I tried hard to remember the date, but I couldn't figure out what could be so special on January 8. It could be a wedding or a birthday celebration. Whatever it was, I was just thankful. I could only imagine how the people in Maguindanao feel when they hear those kinds of sounds. I could only hope they recover from the trauma.
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