Samcheok Beach.

Although I visited Kangwondo a lot of times before, I cannot really boast familiarity with it. There are just so many places to see, so many things to do and endless possibilities to enjoy yourself to the hilt while you're there. With the vast majority of times we spent there, one would think we're tired of seeing the same old scenery but no. Kangwondo never disappoints. It never gets old. It never loses that certain mystique that envelops it. With each visit, it lets you have that moment to indulge in your inner child and grant you far grander experiences than the last.

My last visit happened a little over two months ago. That time we focused mainly around Samcheok area, getting high from feeling it's sunshine and looking at the clear blue skies being reflected in the sea. I suppose ' interesting', for lack of better words to put it, is an appropriate word to describe the day we spent at Samcheok Beach. To shine some light on how strikingly contrasting the two halves of my day were, the first half was spent lounging at a picnic mat by the side of the beach, wolfing down kimbap and mandu. It was a beautiful, perfectly sunshiny day. And though the water was far too cold for a swim, it didn't stop me from playing till half of my body was soaked. Here are fleeting glimpses of Samcheok Beach taken from my camera..

The other half was when it got bloody interesting ( I meant that with a hint of sarcasm). A few meters away from where we were resting, there's a large group of people hanging out. And as you all know, whenever there's a bunch of people hanging out at any given place, it's always Soju central. Koreans tend to drink to excess, and so a whole mish and mash of drink and drama ensued. Several arguments followed, some escalated into screaming girls, and one escalated into a physical fight between two burly tattooed guys. Both were completely smashed, their actions looked somewhat comedic. One ended up getting hurt and had to to be taken to the hospital. We left after sunset, disappointed that some people ruined an otherwise perfect evening.

I would love you tell you more, but right now I'm feeling a little squiffy from waking up too early. I'm constantly yawning and fighting the urge to take a nap. My head could only accommodate the most basic of thoughts so I'm signing off. Hope you all are having a great day, and that no one's contracting the Monday blues!

Hung-over.

I was suppose to write this entry a day earlier, but I was drunk. Not of alcohol but with all the media frenzy following the most unfortuitous hostage event that has happened lately. The rescue operation that followed is a record-breaker of sorts - in a sense that it showed just how pathetic and uninitiated we are in handling such situations. It's all over the news, all over social networking sites and I'm still feeling quite hangover-y from it. It's sitting in my chest, this uncomfortable feeling, and I want to give those stupid operatives a good slap to make it stop. And to add salt to fresh wound, there's also Venus Raj's catastrophic blunder during the Miss Universe pageant. In all honesty, I couldn't see the point why everyone's raving about how good we are in English. Just look at Venus Raj - purportedly the best among the crop, one who perfectly exemplifies class, grace and wit. She probably has the first two, a gorgeous face and a killer figure, but her obvious lack of wit and poor command of the English language just sealed the deal that we are indeed pathetic.

Anywhoodles, aside from all that crap that's making this week so arduously long, I'm feeling quite a bulbous cow today. The scales says I'm doing fine, 116 pounds as of late (remarkably), but these frequent trips to the grocery store, buying chips and pounds and pounds of chocolates like it's no one's business says I am. That's why I can't bring down my weight to 110. That's why I'm still a fat cow. I'm a junk food whore and a sugar junkie. I can't stop these awful cravings of epic proportions. My arms instinctively reach and my mouth opens at the sight of trans-fat laden chips and sugars, and before I know it, I'm down to the last crumb.

Ugh. So you see, I think too much and I eat too much. I hope you all are fairing better than I am. I'll be back tomorrow to finish details of the trip I had in Samcheok, Kangwondo that has long been overdue.

Rambling at 117 lbs.

I woke up at the lovely hour of 4 am this morning. Why you ask? I think my body clock despises me in all sorts of ways and I can't seem to get more than 4 hours of sleep each night. But I'd still call it a good day. The reason I'm in a good mood is because I've lost weight. I find it it hilarious that my happiness is completely dependent upon what the scales say. It says I'm 117, and it's good enough reason to drag my lazy ass in front of the computer and start blogging.

So this is how it feels like to be 117 pounds. I just can't get over that blissful feeling of my skin not quite touching the waistband of my jeans, and every time the wind would blow, my blouse brushes across the small of my back then it would rest off of my skin. I'm at my thinnest ever, I say life is definitely getting better for me.

It's probably because of this weight loss thing that I somehow seem to have found the old me again. I've been missing for so long that I'd almost forgotten who I was and it's just incredible to remember and start to feel like the person that I know I am again. It's like I've been living 2 parallel lives for the last couple of years. Been wearing and acting out a facade of me that everyone expects to see, while on the inside, I feel lost and incompetent. But it's all better now, so expect less of my wits scrambling break-downs of semi volcanic proportions to come your way.

On a totally different note, here is a photo of me taken early of last month during our trip to Kangwondo. The place is called Samcheok harbor (that explains the fishing boat) and it's where you have to go when your jonesing for a sashimi fix like no other (like I am right now). Don't you find it absurd that one minute I'm telling you guys about how insanely good it feels to lose weight and the next minute it's all about food?

You'll see more of Samcheok on my next post. Have a great Wednesday y'all!

Vanishing Act.

I believe this will be my fourth attempt to begin this post. Like I said, I'm rusty. And over the course of my absence, my writing skills got discarded, and now I'm utterly useless. I used to be good at it and words came effortlessly. I still am probably - somewhere in there. But now, everything about me feels awkward, contrived and forced. And it makes me loathe everyone with an ounce of creativity in them.

But awkward or not, I have resolved to the idea of writing more often. So yes, you'll be seeing more of me and my mother of all depressing posts. I can't help it. My posts are mere reflections of my situation and thoughts. But things are getting better for me. I feel that little harmony left in my brain is slowly taking over. Suffice to say, I'm starting to see things in a more positive way. I hope you all stick around. When I get my 'mojo' back, I'm going to surprise you guys with something interesting!

Limbo.

I am obviously rusty because I couldn't think of a way to start this post. I probably should start with apologies, it's better that way. Sorry, I haven't been around lately. Sorry, I haven't done a decent and long-winded thoughtful post for some time. I just don't have anything superficially interesting news to tell. I am in what I call an 'uncomfortable limbo', and I feel like I don't have anything intelligent to contribute to you all.

You can thank me really for my lack of posts. At least, I spared you guys from the horribly depressing crap that I had been spouting the last couple of weeks. I know you all have your own issues to deal with, so you seriously didn't need my schizo issues added to that. And quite frankly, I don't feel like talking about my failures here. I have my own safe, little place for that, my other blog. So yeah, I included a link to that, not because I'm begging for readership, but because there may be people out there who could relate to all that bullshit I've been internalizing there.

I haven't been doing amazing things, but rest assured I'm not spiraling into a horrible descent towards madness. My life has just come to resemble a stagnant pool. As much as I would like to call it my own personal hell, I can't. I still got a few amazing people who are so good to me despite all my perpetual batshit insanity episodes.

Today, I feel completely and utterly brain dead, so I'm not in the position to write or say anything deep or meaningful. I don't want to reveal more about my situation, however, I do want to write a few, good things that happened in the not-so-distant past. I just don't have the capacity to string logical sentences right now. Suffice to say, from my perspective, I'm doing well just to be writing something at the moment.

I honestly want to be able to write more though inspiration comes rarely and too far in between. I want to write compulsively like before, like it matters to me. I need that flip to switch and stay there. Till then, it would have to wait.

For now, I'm leaving you guys photos from my last adventure. It was taken during a trip to Kangwondo's eastern sea. Hopefully, the contents will be included in my next post.

*On a positive note, I lost 8 more pounds from when these photos were taken, Yay!