Korean Dream

I loved Korea. Despite the long bus rides and grumbling ajumaa(s).
Picture perfect scenery. Beautiful weather. Exquisite food.
And a true Confucian culture.

But most heartrending was my trip to the DMZ - Demilitarized Zone. The 2km stretch of no-man's land separating North and South Korea across the entire Korean Peninsular. Last remnant of the Cold War.
The stories moved me to tears. One people, one heart. Yet divided by the lust for power. The meddling hands of so-called superpowers trying to save the world. But ruining lives in return.

Annyong-haseyo?

I am boarding the plane in a few hours. Excited as ever.

To think that just yesterday I was pondering on why I didn't feel like I was going away on vacation. Work. Work. Work.
But not today. Cause today ( as Cliff Richard croons..)

"We're all going on a summer holiday
no more working for a week or two.
Fun and laughter on our summer holiday,
no more worries for me or you,
for a week or two.."

What Lies Ahead

It's been a while. That means either I have a full-life, leaving no time for me to hit the keyboard, or that I simply don't have a life. Nothing to write about. Na-da. Truth is, some private thoughts are just not meant to be laid out for the rest of the world to see. I've been dreaming a lot lately. Thinking about wonderful things that might lie ahead. Maybe. Just maybe.

Am leaving for Korea in 3 days time.. **sigh**