Korean tourists, students?

Going home is such a pain *@#!*;!
I had to take a bus, fall in line for more than an hour, and wait for my chance to board the bus (sometimes decrepit looking, probably bought from Taiwan, Japan, or Korea's junks, where cockroaches can be seen darting to and fro) and endure an almost 2 hours traffic inside a stiffling bus.

My nerves were wracked from trying to think of reasons why @*%$!?! bus owners in Cavite torture passengers who are loyal to their decrepit buses. The Dasmariñas passengers (Makati area) have to fall in line parallel to the Ayala Parking Area near MRT-Ayala. We have to endure the thick black smoke belched by vehicles plying EDSA. Whenever I have to take the bus, I always feel as if my skin is pasted with black dust and my lungs have had a smoker's fill equivalent to 10 packs of cigarette! My clothes and hair smell different. The bad air conditioning system of the old buses further aggravates the "EDSA feel." To think that passengers of the said buses pay the same amount as those who take the better and more "modern" Dasma buses.

I noticed that Korean residents (not sure if they are students) also ride on those decrepit buses. I noticed them laughing, lucky teens. What with the Korean stickers still adorning the buses, it must be related to routes that the bus took while it still ply Korean roads. You won't see such old decrepit buses plying Korea's streets! Even those buses used by the actors of Shining Inheritance were a lot better!

Even in shopping malls, it seems that more and more Koreans frequent the malls. This shows that a lot of them reside in Dasma. A lot of them hang out or shop in SM, Waltermart, and Robinson's. In SM, I was surprised to notice teen Koreans eating and shopping on their own. They seem to be that adapted to the place, no older Koreans clucking over them. When we were still new (8 years ago) in Dasma, Korean students were already a usual sight, more so at De La Salle. There are other nationalities but the Koreans stand out due to their number.

I did not bring my camera so I can't post a shot of our Asian neighbors in Dasma, maybe next time...And maybe some Korean food in Dasma? hmmm...


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sense of touch

hubby has been giving me invites to a massage "corner" at Metro Point Mall beside MRT's EDSA-Taft station. but i am wary of strangers more so of the thought of letting them touch me. despite my initial negative view of the subject my husband kept on telling me of the good/light feeling he's been having from the massage he gets at "sense of touch."

one time hubby asked me to meet him there instead of him waiting for me at my work.

at first, i was a bit apprehensive of the place, i thought the place needed additional lights, it was a bit hot (the place was not enclosed it was open from the other end of their rented space to the other. maybe it was left that way to keep the prices more affordable.)

my apprehensions about the place then was more of not finding hubby within my peripheral vision. i was told by the receptionist (a girl with normal vision in her 20s) that my hubby is in one of the cubicles having a whole body massage. my wifey instincts told me to look for him pronto! so i really made kulit and went ahead to where hubby was! of course he was being massaged by a blind man in his 40s. who ever thought otherwise?! heheheee...

the next time we were there, i've brushed aside my apprehensions and their darky lurky lighting (gloomy). i was the first to get there, hubby was still on his way, traffic at Villamor is at its finest (irritatingly congested!). i asked (this time, a lot of what ifs were swimming in my head) if any of their masseuse is available (while kept on looking for my husband among the crowd, i want him to be there before i get a massage (my first)). i heard the teenaged receptionist/cashier (this time a boy) call for Auring, a blind masseuese. where's hubbbbyyyyyy!!! i had a short panic induced moment that time, maybe because i really am wary of strangers, a blind woman at that! i don't have anything bad against blind people. it's just that it was the first time that i will have such a close encounter with one. so close she had to touch me! well, that can't be helped i wanted some massage, crazy thoughts!

i wasn't able to get Auring's picture, but she really knew just where to and what muscle to knead. i felt my stresses9wor, travel, family related) vaporize from my sore muscles. yes, vaporized! i pointed to where i felt some pains and she obliged by firmly yet effectively relaxed my tired muscles, even 15-20 minutes beyond the alloted time.

each time my husband can meet me there, we always drop by and i always ask for Auring. i always have a hard time of keeping myself from sleeping whenever she gives me a body massage. yes, the massage is that soothing. the place may not be for the faint hearted. remember i had my apprehensions at first. but the prices are budget friendly and the place is very accessible.

one time Auring is not around and while i was waiting for hubby (he was having a whole body massage) i kept on looking around, window shopping at nearby electronic gadget shops. a bit bored and tired. i watched as this blind masseuse enter the place guided by a giggly teenage girl.
then one of the masseurs asked the blind woman to send a cellular phone load to his number. i was really surprised.

the blind woman proceeded to take her cellphone out of her body bag and proceeded to tap the blind man's number. her phone was set on speaker mode, she placed the phone near her ear and listened as the number she tapped was voiced out by her cellphone.

i thought of buying some cellphone load for my kid's yaya, so i asked her to send it for me and she cheerfully did so!. forgive me but i got carried away by my curiosity. so i tested her, i wanted to know how she changes people's money, will her guide do it for her? i gave her a larger bill than what i was supposed to pay. surprise! she groped again in her bag and took out her purse. she peered closely at my paper money (she held it cms away from her eyes, sooooo she is partially blind after all!) and proceeded to count my change by groping and peering).

here's her pic while handing me my change! :) her name by the way is Crisanta, a very cheerful lady who likes rock classics for ring tones.

edsa!

The photos I posted here happens everyday at EDSA. That "tunnel" with lights is actually the MRT -Ayala station where below it are the bus lanes.

Those people standing at the foreground are passengers waiting for their bus. yonder is the EDSA-Ayala overpass. Yup these people do wait for their bus rides where it is prohibited "bawal (nga e!)" zone! The MMDA can't do much about it 'coz these passengers are waiting for provincial buses that do not pass through the appointed bus lanes. I think those provincial buses don't want to stay longer than necessary at the long ques made by other buses. Most (city) buses at the Ayala-EDSA zone line up for passengers longer than the time allowed by the MMDA.