Chon eun sa.

I'm getting into the swing of things.  My resolve to write here again has been utterly renewed and it's a good feeling.  I don't feel so awkward and contrived anymore.  I feel stupid for abandoning this, my own personal memoir. This tangible thing that helps me remember that once, my life was filled with newness and excitement.  It helps me get through that suffocating dullness of lethargy and boredom that fill my days..I'm hurting to take off into the ether and let my pathetic days be filled with adventures and road trips.  These are psychedelics to my veins.  Like adrenaline and really strong caffeine, it swishes me from normalcy to Eudaemonia.

One of the last places I visited in Korea was Chon eun sa.  A Buddhist temple built on top of a very steep mountain in Gangwon province.  The place is so steep, you'd need to use your handbrakes to go down.  So temples.  This might conjure boring images of statues, pagodas, and identical pavilions for most.  Not exactly the kind of trip that gets your blood rushing.  It's not at all romantic. Not even ideal for families with small children who couldn't appreciate culture and antiquity.  But I see it as mysteriously enchanting. Peace and calm permeating the air. Monks chanting to the beat of their very own Buddhist music.  Ajummas deep in prayers, some of them doing penitence of 1000 bows.  And with surroundings so serene and pristine, you'd think Alice and the white rabbit might be around somewhere.

Most of the temples in Korea have become more of a tourist destination. Cheon un sa is one of the few remaining ones that serve it's purpose.  Providing shelter for monks and a place of pilgrimage for devout Buddhists.  Tourists are unusual sight here.

Can someone tell me, is this persimmon tree?  I'm guessing it is. But then, my knowledge of trees constitute only three things: bananas, coconut, and mango tree. So most likely I'm wrong.

Writing this entry spurs me into thinking; why can't we just abandon all reason, hit the road, and be hippies of the 21st century?  It would be so utterly great right? I hate that gas is a finite resource. I hate that our society run off money. I hate that I wasn't born rich to afford this morbid addiction for endorphin-releasing adventures. Sorry for the impromptu rant.

So it's Friday. Weekend is almost within our grasp. Breathe it. Enjoy it. After all, life is too great to spend on redundancies and boring routines.

Chuksoru: From the movie April Snow.

It's Sunday, I'm in a bit of a rush.  Whenever it's Sunday, I always feel the hours drain through my fingers like sand. I swift steadily, full-speed towards Monday - day of the week I hate the most. Sorry people, I couldn't think of an awesome opening so I am going to dive right into the nitty gritty of it all.


So Chuksoru.  The K-movie "April Snow" was shot here.  The unfortunate thing was, I didn't watch the movie so I didn't get to fully appreciate the whole point of being there.  All I know is that Bae Yong Jun and Son Ye Jin are there, and it's about people having affairs (rotten tomatoes gave a very limited description).  I cannot bear to watch it cause I know there'll be so much drama and horrifically awful crying - two things I have too much of in my life.  I'm not really too keen on watching K-movies.  If I'm desperate though, I'm exclusive to those that involve guns (lot's of it) and dying of gruesome death. Some sick sense of entertainment I have.


I almost forgot why I'm here.  So Chuksoru park in Samcheok, Gangwon province. 




Bloody hell! Why do I always have to ruin a post by including a picture of myself?   I'm not a narcissist (as a matter of fact, I'm the other way around). I just want to show you people some cute rock formations there. 



I'm a travelholic.  And I don't just travel for the sake of seeing famous places. If I can have it my way, I'd prefer to travel without specific destination. Just go wherever my gut tells me to go, and stop whenever I feel like stopping. Long drives with no maps or navigation, and just good music for company. There better be no Chainsaw Massacre shit though. The world, as I know it, is massively liberating and beautiful.  Doesn't matter where.  It will surprise me, that I'm absolutely sure of.


My thoughts are spinning chaotically like Maelstrom today and I am all over the place.  Will go now.

Mi In Waterfall

I love the rain.  i love the way the droplets slide along my skin and slick back my hair. Each drop immortalized in it's descent from the heavens before it collides into the earth. Rain and beautiful places placate me. It registers a nice, calm euphoria that could cure my angst towards just about anything. And the best thing about it? It has the power to clear a mass tidal wave of people at any given place.  


It was July, middle of the summer.  Rains are frequent,  There couldn't be a more perfect time to go out when you feel as though you're constantly drowning in a sea of people.  More so if you're wishing to go on a different kind of adventure without the inconvenience that goes with having so many people around.


Destination then was Taebaek.  A large, busy town situated in the far south east of Kangwon province.  There lies a famous waterfall.  The locals call it Mi In.  On a usual bright and sunny day, people flock to this place like bees.  But when there's rain, the place turns into your very own sweet spot.  


A 20 minute descent on muddy soil and slippery slope is involved. I passed by a small temple along the way.  There were a few curious monks who couldn't help but stare at the drenched foreigner with muddy shoes. The rain ceased for a while.  And then there was fog.  It turned everything into a whitish haze, gracefully embracing every square inch of the area.  


This is the start of the trail,  Lots of trees, grass, and frogs croaking the afternoon away, 









As you go further along the descent, you'll pass by a couple of streams.  In reality, it's so much bigger than what it looks like in the photo.  It's just that I couldn't get a decent angle at that time.  It was slippery as hell. And I stood at the edge of a rock that hangs at the edge of a cliff. 





The rain made a very simple descent seem like a death-defying stunt. 





And lastly, the sweet spot - Mi In waterfall in all it's blurred and foggy glory.  I promise it doesn't look this bad in real life.  It's quite pretty actually.





So there goes my pathetic attempt to start writing here again.  If there's any consolation, there wouldn't be any degree of permanence as far as my writing goes.  I just need to write what's left of my travels, nothing more.  I'm comfortable calling it an 'unfinished business' that I need to get over and done with. 


I wonder how translucent these pitiful attempts at normalcy have been to the outside observer.  So if it isn't too much to ask, do send me guys your thoughts.  

Here And Now.

I have to take back what i said on my last post... And here's a convoluted, somewhat dull story as to why.


I'm not quite sure why I bother with this blog anymore.  It just seems to defeat it's purpose.  It feels more and more unsettling in it's accuracy.  I have nothing new to say. Nothing new to give.  That's why I donated more of my time to my other blog.  But I still got quite a few things I would like to include here before I call it a closed book.  Just some random musings about living in Korea, experiences and other oddities, photos from my travels, etc.  I just didn't have the energy to write about it before when I had to deal with so much emotions and coping with reality.


I'm perfectly aware that memory road is long and treacherous, deceitfully so.  It can rise up and trip me or hurt me.  it can batter me into complacency.  It can beat me into sebservient cowardice.  It can lash out and whip me off solid ground or worse, it can make me bleed. But I still wanna go that road. Right now, I'm fixated on just a few particular memories, the good ones I suppose.  The others I'd shushed away in the darker, cobwebby, creepy-crawly recesses of my dysfunctional brain, because I refuse to acknowledge any glimmer of real emotion from it.  


So I'm ready to take off and write about what's left of my journey in Korea though I'm fighting hard to find some semblance of logic in doing so.  I'm ready to go down memory lane once again, my hands balled into a fist as I welcome many more fleeting, fearsome anxieties that go with it,  I know ex-boyfie will be reading even without my permission, as he did with all the other posts I've written here.  If it concerns anyone, we do get in touch. Sometimes, we'd meet each other and as we say our goodbyes, there's always plenty of plans to meet again.  I know that he still loves me and part of me still do.  The only difference is that we do not have a vision of the future anymore.  I crushed it when I realized I've got so much paralyzing egocentric issues.  It's keeping me from being a WIFE, a MOTHER, and a dutiful DAUGHTER-IN-LAW. Unlike him who is always planning an oh-so-awesome future of notable awesomeness while I'm being so much of a chicken. Still am.  See the feathers people?


Maybe writing here again, just until I published all that I saved in Drafts and with absolutely no degree of permanence, will morph into something more optimistic, more charming, more real... though i don't know how it could get more real than the nonsense that flies aimlessly around my head, conspicuously keyboarded in a self-hating, emotionally-stunted manner of my other blog.


Do read what's left of my journey.  But I can't guarantee substance.  Still, I'm going to try.