Baku, Azerbaijan - "The refined and pristine must strive for the rough and distressed." The truth is, I was shaking internally the whole time. After all, you can never see so many of them casually walking around. Former President of Finland, Madame Tarja Halonen approached us and asked us how we made our speech.
New York, USA -- I know how this jewelry line was inspired and modeled for women but no bloody gender norms shall exist in my terms (lol). Let me introduce you to how this gender-neutral piece of metal caught my eye on the process. Followed by the stories, people and memories embedded to these charms.
Discovery at the Herald Square 7pm at Greeley Square, Broadway, New York City -- I was escorting my grandmother to the nearest Pandora boutique situated at the bright lights of New York. It was almost closing time yet we couldn't find the branch that was supposedly poised at Times Square. Defeated, we proceeded to the subway to 34th Herald Square for the other boutique that we've visited last time. Beside the jewelry store is Gamestop and I was supposed to browse some console titles. Alas, it was already closed and so I went with my grandma at the store next door instead.
Washington D.C., USA -- I can't believe that it has already been a year since we first introduced TREE+PLY, a concept that has envisioned its youth to take action within their fingertips. A huge thanks to the World Bank for giving us a once in a lifetime experience! ----
Here's the Executive Summary of the report: "The World Bank Group (WBG) Youth Summit is the largest annual gathering of youth worldwide at the
WBG. It is managed by young WBG professionals on a voluntary basis and supported by senior
management. The Youth Summit’s motto teach, showcase, and inspire reflects its ultimate goal — that is,
to achieve that youth, equipped with the skills, networks, and motivation gained at the Summit, impact
the development of their local communities and contribute to the accomplishment of WBG’s twin goals.
In its third edition, the Youth Summit focused on a problem that deeply concerns our current young
generation: climate change. Knowing that youth are able to bring solutions, the WBG Youth Summit 2015
Organizing Committee decided to make a global call to crowd-source solutions for climate change on
November 16–17, right before the United Nations Conference on Climate Change (COP 21) in Paris.
Under the title “Crowd-Sourcing Solutions for Climate Change,” the Committee organized a worldwide
competition to crowd-source policy or business ideas on how to adapt to or mitigate climate change. Six
teams were selected among the 334 competition submissions that came from 79 different countries in
just one month. Their team captains were flown in to Washington to present before a jury of WBG and
external experts during the second day of the Summit.
The first day focused on building capacity and giving hands-on training to attendees through panel
discussions and group sessions. Calls for action and motivational speeches from Rachel Kyte, former WBG
Vice President and Special Envoy for Climate Change, and Kehkashan Basu, Youth Activist, started a day in
which youth learned useful skills and were put into the shoes of decision makers.
The two days of the Youth Summit hosted more than 200 attendees from b different nationalities that
were preselected from a total of 1,483 youth registered over one month. Youth came from Canada, China,
Germany, Nigeria, the Philippines, and South Africa to attend the Youth Summit and 12,309 others
followed the event online from Argentina, Brazil, Chile, India, Indonesia, Mexico, Saudi Arabia, and so
forth. In addition, several WBG country offices in Sub-Saharan Africa and Latin America participated in
the event via video conference. Audience at the auditorium had diverse professional backgrounds (NGOs,
public and private sectors), and over half had a level of education of master’s degree or higher.
The hashtag #wbgyouthsummit reached 1,092,266 people and had over 4 million impressions over the
span of two days. Via Facebook, the Youth Summit reached 2,707,260 users and generated 58,963 website
clicks and 42,840 likes. Youth Summit blogs on the WBG site had over 20,000 blog posting reads in English,
Spanish, French, and Arabic, and the events page had 35,354 views. Around the world, numerous media
outlets, organizations, and universities picked up the Youth Summit announcements.
Foundations, universities, and private companies sponsored participants from overseas to attend the
Youth Summit. The Committee received thousands of collaboration proposals from youth organizations,
invited staff from government Youth Offices as attendees, and received entities such as the U.S. National
Park Service that staffed a booth at the event. WBG directors developed interest in the competitors, and
they were introduced to WBG managers to discuss their ideas further. Moreover, competitors were
contacted by venture capitalists and invited to speak to the United Nations Baku Forum.
Finally, the Youth Summit overcame more inclusion barriers than ever by being the first event at the WBG
to feature American Sign Language interpreters. The outcome? A true global, inclusive conversation of
youth around the world about climate change." -World Bank
Hoboken, USA -- This post is dedicated to all the people who told me that it will just be a lovely 15-minute walk from 6th street to Newport city. There's a special place for you in the fiery dungeons beneath the earth.
It's another day at the ICSB Academy! Except I got a bit of a problem. (again) I don't have the keys. They told me that they left my card key at Westin Hotel in Newport City. "It will be a lovely 15-minute walk downtown'' as I was advised. After my class at the Babbio Center, I went to my dorm to get another layer of clothes and went out. I was walking tirelessly and got to the point wherein I realized that I was moving slowly in the map.
Walking for more than 40 minutes now, I got to the point where I'd slash my money for a cab. I asked a very kind gentleman at the carwash and he said that there's no random cab for hire at the streets. He said I was very far away from Westin Hotel. A walk that would cost me another hour.
Now I don't want to fill this post with rants but it was truly a painful experience. But along the way, I've seen so much, experienced so much and understood so much. I got to see Carlo's Bakeshop with his famous cakes and goodies! I was overwhelmed by the vintage color combinations in Washington Street at Hoboken, as if it was cleverly orchestrated. It was a beauty by itself! Even the 7-11 looked vintage with its pastel colors and brass lamps. The dentist's clinic looked super fancy schmancy. It was a difficult walk -- but a surprisingly pleasurable walk!
It was almost 2 hours and I've finally arrived at the Westin New Jersey. To make things worse, I forgot my ID. What if they ask me for an identification card? I couldn't possibly go back and try again tomorrow?! But then I realized that my LPU card was at the back of my planner and eventually thanked God a million times.
I got the dorm keys and finally, I could now rest in peace. No wait...now I need to go back. Long story short: Got a 10-dollar cab at the concierge, dropped off at the best pizza place and went back at the dorm with a happy tummy and an immobile pair of legs.
It's a Special Administrative Region of mainland China.
Let's start with something relatively easy -- with a little bit of history. After the first Opium War in 1842, Hong Kong (Hong Kong Island) became a British crown colony. It was later occupied by Japan after the Second World War and was eventually returned to the British in 1945.
After a few years, several declarations came into effect which paved the way for Hong Kong's independent features. The People's Republic of China together with United Kingdom signed the Sino-British Joint Declaration of 1985 to let Hong Kong continue the exercise of its sovereignty. In 1997, The British decided to "handover" or "return" Hong Kong back to the People's Republic of China making it a Special Administrative Region where it enjoyed the highest autonomy in China. (Or at least they said it was). Hong Kong and Mainland China always had a bittersweet relations with each other -- and it taught me a lot of things.
It's nothing like China
Even though it is technically a province of mainland China, I realized that it's nothing alike. They're completely different people bound by the same ethnic origins. Obviously, one is a communist while the other exercises limited democracy. They speak different languages/dialects. The people of Hong Kong speaks Cantonese while PRC speaks Mandarin chinese. Even from their culture to politics, they remain intrinsically divergent.
For the record, they're "one" on "some" things: military and diplomacy. Den Xiao-ping created the "one country, two systems" to provide an answer to Hong Kong. Under this doctrine, the Special Administrative Region of China is allowed to have their own set of government headed by the Chief Executive (not a President, like you thought it was), separate political system, monetary and fiscal systems, multi-party systems, legislatures and so on. Except in two things: national defense (military) and diplomatic affairs (foreign policy).
It uses it's economic power to carry out it's foreign policy
Hong Kong is an economic powerhouse and its economic prowess is deeply rooted in its location. As a less populated piece of territory in the 19th century, this entrepôt quickly blossomed into one of the most important financial hubs in the globe. While several factors come into play in determining a pivotal power in a region, (i.e. population, land mass, raw materials, climate etc) it is said that size doesn't really matter if it's strategically located in the map. According to the Global Power City Index (GPCI), most cities that doesn't possess a vast amount of raw resources and land mass, like Singapore, placed 5th on the global rankings. Many experts speculated that Singapore had a few advantages in their hands such as their location in the Southeast Asia and it proved to be their key feature to become a powerful figure in the global stage.
Like Singapore, Hong Kong remains to be a melting pot of human connections. It was a market governed by thousands of people who came across this hub decades ago -- and it continues to be this way until today. The open door policy of Den Xiao-ping created another era for Hong Kong's economy. At this point, Hong Kong could no longer depend on China's prosperity. Clearly, Hong Kong's economic growth achieved a staggering growth in its post-war industrialization stage as more immigrants, refugees and entrepreneurs flocked the city. Making it a vital part of mainland china to bolster its economic stability.
Hong Kong may not have the ability to send diplomats, independently sign treaties with other countries or send out troops to maintain geopolitical influence but it's economic power and influence is clearly understood by the world leaders as something to be given equal importance and thus becomes Hong Kong's most powerful card in the game of world affairs.
They love their umbrellas
During my trip to Kowloon, I've seen people with an umbrella stitched into almost everything. Umbrella keychains, schoolbags, notebook designs and so on. Why is it everywhere and what does it mean? In September 2014, thousands of people gathered in the streets of Mongkok in a pro-democracy protest. The People's Republic of China has reneged its promise to grant Hong Kong a universal form of suffrage by passing reforms to change Hong Kong's electoral systems. It was seen as pro-Beijing, highly-restrictive, and manipulative. As the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) pre-screening only the "loyalists" of all the candidates. It came out as plain biased to the people of Hong Kong. Second, they wanted the current Chief Executive, Leung Chun-Ying, to step down after being seen as "pro-Beijing."
The Umbrella Revolution was named after the authorities unscrupulous use of pepper-spray instead of curbing the demonstrations. The umbrella became a popular choice to shield off the clouds of tear gas and pepper spray during the course of the protest.
Many Hong Kongers believe that Beijing fears Hong Kong will elect a pro-democracy Chief Executive that will ultimately sever ties little by little from the mainland.
It's most likely to remain under Beijing -- or not
The independence of Hong Kong remains to be unclear. Until 2047, under the 50-year agreement after 1997, Beijing will continue to exercise it's political influence in Hong Kong. According to the South China Morning Post, Democratic party Executive Director, Lam Cheuk-Ting, Beijing is likely to send troops to take over should the city seek to go independent. On the other hand, experts believed that Hong Kong is too important for Beijing to use military force in case of rebellion. The West will most likely intervene if ever the mainland would resort to aggression. One could try to predict the political status of both entities in the future. On the contrary, it's almost too early to predict anything. Given that a lot of things could happen in a decade, what more for 50 years? For the meantime, it's up to the people of Hong Kong to live up to their iron-weaved will to be independent from external control and enjoy the privilege of being called a Hong Konger rather than a Chinese.
Suwon, South Korea -- Quaint afternoon; T'was our last volunteer work for this year's International Hyundai Work Camp which was spearheaded by the International Workcamp Organization (IWO) in South Korea.
Volunteer work has always been physically and mentally exhausting yet it provides strength in various aspects of human life. Not to mention the fulfillment you get when you do it for the people who needs a hand.
Eight in the morning, we camped out earlier than expected and then headed out to our normal camp work. We arrived at the Happy Together Farm; not knowing the huge challenge ahead of us. We were supposed to bring all the pots to the other greenhouse. There were hundreds of them and we just thought of getting started. We gathered the pots one for each person and placed them at the metal racks. It was difficult but we had some few laughs whenever we passed by our friends.
Halfway through, we took a break and ate our heaven-sent packed lunch + coffee. A kind-hearted farmer told us to go to the flower section and choose one for ourselves! Ivan and I chose two cactuses (or cacti, both are correct) and the rest got colorful flowers.
After a few hours, we realized that work will be faster if we form a line and then just pass it on! We finished after an hour. Everything got better with the spirit of teamwork! I coincidentally felt the true essence of the farm, that you'll be really"happy" by being "together" with friends no matter the physical boundaries. The world is meant to be experienced with one another, and I think that's beautiful.
It was 1:00 in the morning. While I was walking to the nearest building, I saw the breathtaking New York skyline across the Hudson river. Welcome to the Stevens Institute of Technology!
I rushed to the admin hall and asked for the dormitory keys under my name. Unfortunately, the university concierge didn't have the list. I know what you're thinking; as if I hadn't enough bad luck for today. I stayed for almost an hour at the lobby with the officer-in-charge and we weren't able to find the keys or the list anywhere. I searched my mac, contacted almost every organizers at 2:00 in the morning (sorry) and felt that I could just honestly sleep at the lobby couch for the night cause I'm DEAD tired.
The thing is, Officer McCauley just needed to see the list so that he could just escort me to the dormitory hall and get myself some sleep. Catch: I downloaded every single document and guide the ICSB sent me except for the room assignment list and I could've sworn that sometimes, life really wants to play with you. I prayed several times and waited for any reply from the organizers. After hirty minutes, we got a go signal. (God bless your kind soul, human.)
The officer called someone to help me get inside the dormitory. I passed the well-lit hallway with the vivid turquoise doors to room 101. Michael (the other winner at the World Bank Business Competition -- Jury's Choice Award) was already asleep. I was just exhausted and the next thing I did was hit my head at the pillows. While I'm about to fall asleep, I realized that I've downloaded the excel file of the room assignments in my dropbox app. Yes, I shall soon punish myself for my feeble-mindedness.
I slowly lifted my eyelids as the rays of sunshine shone directly to my left eye. It was 6 in the morning; and I've been forever ready for this moment! (At least for all the things that happened to me before I got here) I was ecstatic and I couldn't wait to kick the day with a new breath of positivity! Carpe diem! (to be continued)
Manila, Philippines -- "I've always viewed life as a game -- and I think that's the secret in winning in life."
The moment you see life as a game, everything changes. Will you choose to play a game that you don't want to play? Will you choose to play strategy games if you love the idea of action games? Definitely not. So why do you keep doing the things you do not want? Life is too short to do the things that you don't fancy. After all, life is about the pursuit of things that make you happy.
While these games in essence can be similar, both games deliver an entirely different discipline and approach.
I remember I used to play Dragon Nest. It uses a non-targeting combat system ensuring that players have complete control over every single one of their character's movements. Dragon Nest requires users to advance their characters by teaming up and traveling into instanced dungeons. (Source: Wikipedia) I love how I was able to choose the "class" I wanted to be in. I chose to become a saint. No it wasn't because I'm quite a saint-like person. I just felt happy defending and healing my party. It made me feel important; like how it would jeopardize and put the party in a critical position if I wasn't there. You can see how it was inextricably linked to my real persona. Suddenly, I felt like I wanted change. I got bored being at the back. I felt like being in the front-line and doing all the action! And so I made another character. An ice wizard. In a game, it was definitely easy and "okay" to change your mind! But even though it was "just a game," I had still had to work hard for it. I had to level it up from level 1 to 50. Which takes up months or years depending on how you want to approach your progress. Being an ice wizard gave me so much thrill and action! I undeniably made the right decision! I was dashing like a wind and throwing off ice shards which obliterated the opponent in seconds! If I just used what I had before I would've probably quitted earlier. Fortunately, this was "just a game." But isn't it quite familiar? How I decided for the "small things" gave me so much power to decide on the "bigger things." Which required more self-control, wit, perseverance, hard work and a little bit of luck.
List down three things that makes you genuinely happy. Discovering new things, learning new languages, preserving an endangered animal, or even your freakishly odd nail collection. No matter how odd or bizarre, if it makes you smile for no reason, it must be empowered. This doesn't apply to drugs or your collection of human organs. But kidding aside, life is all about the little things that makes you wake up in the morning. The things that make you excited (or obsessed) no matter how far it is from your career or professional life.
Given that we do not know when you last and only chance might appear to follow something that you've wanting all your human existence, will you be strong enough to grasp it and never let go?
New York, USA -- I finally arrived at the Port Authority Bus Terminal! Good heavens! We rushed to the gates and asked for directions at the counter. I was instructed to go to bus route 126 at Gate 323 (PABT-Hoboken, New Jersey 12PM)
Long story short, we dazzled upon the maze-like gates inside the terminals. I went crazy with the broken escalators (I mean really? I got two huge suitcases y'all!) I had to bring it upstairs and cry ever-so-slightly until we reach the third floor. The NYPD were very kind and they gave us the directions for our specific gates. Up to this point I still don't know why we were running.
When we got the the ticket booth, my friend realized that he'll be staying for a night at the terminal since the next bus will arrive at 8AM the next day. I still have a bus going to Hoboken after an hour. So we shook hands, gave each other's business cards and hope we could connect later in the virtual world! Thank you Jasurbek!
And so I'm alone; everything went slow again. I got to the point where I was going in circles; they just kept giving me the wrong directions! It's almost 12AM and I'm still not at the correct gate. An officer was nearby and I went to her for help. Fortunately, she assisted me with the ticket dispenser and was finally at the waiting area.
While waiting for the bus, I was so lucky to connect to the terminal's wifi. There was definitely no time to spare as I searched for the maps and directions at the terminal's website. When the bus arrived, I got the chills again. I STILL DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO.
While I knew the location I'm bound to go, a first time visitor wouldn't obviously know where in 9th street Washington Av. would you specifically go. Poor Adam flashing the maps across his face and praying for the best.
Then there's this lady beside me who told me to not use my phone as long as she's there. Just when you thought that you've already had enough confusion, poof! Voila. I'm assuming that she's not allowed with too much light? (I really don't know)
I told her that I was lost and I needed to look at the maps to keep track. She said, "Oh you're lost? Well where are you going my dear?" I said I needed to go to 9th street. "Oh don't you worry!", she exclaimed. "I'll tell you when you need to go down. It's a lovely place! You'll feel the breeze in your face uphill."
While I was already super thankful for being saved from my worries, I was kinda worried what she meant by "uphill."
It's time -- 8th street and I'm off! I have bidden farewell to the surprisingly kind lady and got off the bus. It was awfully quiet and dark; I thought I was at an abandoned village with vintage looking dollhouses. It was nerve-racking. I could've sworn that I was the only person walking in Hoboken at that hour. My maps was obviously not loading and there was no single human whom I could talk to.
I was praying and walking and praying and walking (you get the drill) until I stumbled upon a dormitory with two guys listening to some loud music. I yelled from the outside and I felt like I scared them (lol). I mean, what would you feel hearing voices from the window at 1:30 in the morning? They replied, "Hello, who's there?" like I'm some kind of a telephone call. But then I replied that I was outside their window and was terribly lost at that moment. They told me that Stevens Institute of Technology was just straight ahead and it was already there after a 2-minute walk!
After a few steps uphill, I felt the breeze from the Hudson river. There was a huge open gate as if it was waiting for my arrival!
I AM HERE. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was facing the golden New York Skyline. T'was truly majestic! I could sit there all night.
Right off the bat, I was about to produce man tears.
Manila, Philippines -- I wonder if I have a purpose other than what I originally planned to. A visit at the National Museum of the Philippines was brisk yet distinct. A friend of mine named Jonna dragged us to BenCab's Gallery.
Benedicto Reyes Cabrera — or BenCab, as he is more popularly known is widely hailed as a master of contemporary Philippine art. Remember the saying that goes "this art moved me; creating a perplexing train of thought." (Okay, I made that up)
His art literally gave me a calling to send a message through art. A message that is untranslatable and can only be expressed through strokes, graphite or acrylic paint. "Sabel" clearly spoked to me.
“Sabel”, according to BenCab Museum, is a major subject that recurs through BenCab’s works through the decades, inspired by a real-life scavenger, he photographed and sketched in 1965, the Sabel image has become the artists vehicle for the transmission of intensely emotional moods. When pushed to the limits of abstraction, the Sabel image serves as a fertile ground for the investigation of shape and structure.
There is this dwindling perspective in arts throughout my college life yet I felt I need to grow back to where I "naturally thrive." I want to create an immobile facade that are able to touch souls. I felt the need to. I felt that I had to do it.
Dubai, United Arab Emirates -- Welcome to another jam-packed misery and yet another brouhaha in which I will make a series of: "New York, New York" series! (It's surprisingly original)
While on-board Emirates flight 334 (DXB-JFK) I made sure that I was landing at the correct seat. The goal was to see the New York skyline 15 minutes before landing. But since I'm too much of an awesome person, I woke up just when the plane landed! (definitely not awesome) Such a shame but I got enough sleep so I'll just let it pass.
Suddenly, I felt nauseous. After 22 gruesome hours in the air I've finally landed. Do you know that feeling when you're about to step on the stage? Mustering all that courage and stress? That's how I exactly felt! It was me stepping in the Big Apple! Alone! It was 10 in the evening and I just got out of the arrival area. Oh well, same with my other airport escapades, I'm pretty much a lost sheep every single time. So when I found the NYC information desk, it felt like heaven sent. She was super friendly and she told me to get the airport train to line E - Jamaica station. Then transfer to the B train to Times Square. The 42 Port Authority Bus Terminal was supposed to be right across the street.
When I got out to the open tracks (Long Island Rail Road), I'm now officially breathing the New York air! I was screaming like a small girl inside. I had to run since it was already 11pm. I got to the place where there's ton of trucks for boarding. It was confusing! But any traveler would rather ask a local than try to be a daredevil searching for directions themselves. While my dullness was reaching greater heights, I was that daredevil.
I was too shy to ask and so what happened was I went to the elevator and went down. Then thought it was wrong so I jumped right back in and went to the other floor. It went up and it was stupefying. I'm sure I had at least 5 trips at the elevator trying to figure out what level should I be in.
Long story short: I asked the guy beside me. I took an elevator to the ground floor and transferred to the light rail part of the subway (ironic).
Off I went to the train and was supposed to pay 5 dollars but then the first disaster came. I only had 50 dollar bills and the machine only accepted up to 10 dollars. You're supposed to get and swipe the Metrocard at the gates to go out. Apparently, I forgot to get smaller denominations and I'm now stuck inside the train station. The operator told me he could get me out for while and buy something at the snack bar to get change. But then I saw a credit card sign at the Metrocard dispenser! I tried swiping my card and got a 10-dollar metro card in less than a minute! Holy guacamole! God is good! While at the Jamaica station, I began asking some NY folks about the B train to Times Square. Contrary to what many people say, New Yorkers are actually very accommodating and they actually take their time to fully explain to you your destination. (real or not) Yep, that's the twist though. I was finally at the Sutphin Blvd- Archer Av Station from JFK airport and got on-board the freakishly familiar train I used to see at the movies. I went sheepishly at the corner and heard some Russians talking at the other side. There wasn't any seat until we've reached a few more stations. When I got a seat, another Uzbek sat at my left and asked if I knew where's the Port Authority Bus Terminal was. I was dumbfounded since I knew it sounded familiar not realizing that it was also the same place I was bound to go! I honestly felt a divine intervention at that very moment! Out of all the people in New York.. I mean really?! You've got to be kidding me! What happened next was a series of running underground the concrete jungle. I actually felt like I was in the Amazing Race! Except we have a fully loaded XL suitcases that took all the fun away. We were almost at the end of the exit. This is it, I whispered. I'm ready to take on ze Big Apple! There it was! A dark silhouette of gargantuan buildings. You'll feel like an ant trying to catch your breath (well that's because you lifted a ton of suitcases up to the second floor) I felt the first breeze at the back of Times Square. I already felt half ill. Indeed, I could hear Frank Sinatra's voice in my left ear! It came in too soon. At this point, to be real honest, I was just following my friend in whichever direction he would go. Man, was I exhausted! We were rushing to the left block from the exit and all I could hear was sirens, traffic, arabic/persian language on my right and plain old english but in a different accent. It was truly different yet it felt familiar. Everything became slow as I observed and internalized my first New York encounter.
Manila, Philippines - Ticking off my carry-on list, grabbing another cup of water and last minute hugs to my mom and to my dog, off we go for another early flight from Terminal 3.
T'was a nerve-racking point in my life. I couldn't even imagine myself being away from my country for 2 weeks. What more for a few months? I sat down at the backseat of the car contemplating what the heck am I supposed to do with my life for the next 48 hours. Yes, you'll look forward to it but that's just 50/50 of the equation. All I can do at this moment is pray and ask the Lord to guide my wandering arse.
After our driver parked for less than a minute at the departure area, I looked at the sky (and thought of the trouble awaiting me) Everything went silky smooth inside the airport. You all know those typical things you had to do inside. For example, watching some first time travelers struggle at the security scan. (just kidding)
I remember when I had my first flight, I had all the things you had to take off when passing through the scanner. Name it: watch, belt, boots, coins in my pocket, bracelets, laptop in my bag. It was a nightmare! Now with my 20th boarding pass, I've finally mastered the scanner-proof airport outfit! A plain tee, comfy black jogger pants and a light pair of white nike kaishi is all you need!
For the first time in my life, the immigration officer didn't utter a single word. Very far from my first travel in Seoul. I think I received 50+ questions regarding my work camp it was frustrating. God knows how much crap I've had in airports and he blessed me this time with faster immigration process!
When I stepped inside the departure gates, I grabbed a cup of Bo's coffee and a hamdesal-type of sandwich.
Woosh, I inhaled my last Philippine air and off we go to Dubai!