Man, what a day! Seriously, Santyoku (kr) is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring workday. Boy, was I wrong!
First off, I hit the streets of Gwangju-ro. It was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking like they’re in a race. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time someone bumped into me, I’d be rich. Like, c’mon, watch where you’re going, right?
So, I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café on the corner of Jeongja-dong. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee.” I order my usual – a caramel macchiato, extra whip. But the barista? Total space cadet. She hands me a black coffee. I’m like, “Uh, no thanks, I’m not trying to wake the dead.”
After that caffeine disaster, I head to the office. The view from my window is killer. I can see the Han River glistening in the sun. But then, my boss walks in. Ugh. He’s got that look. You know the one. Like he just chewed on a lemon. He starts ranting about deadlines. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just work.”
Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto the street, and I’m stuck next to this guy who smells like he bathed in garlic. No joke. I’m trying not to gag while we wait for the all-clear.
Finally, we get back inside, and I’m ready to dive into my work. But then, my computer crashes. Like, seriously? I just lost two hours of work. I’m fuming. I could’ve thrown it out the window. But instead, I just stared at it like it owed me money.
Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up the food stalls on Seongnam-daero. Best decision ever! I grab some tteokbokki and it’s spicy as hell. I’m sweating bullets, but it’s so good. I’m practically dancing in the street.
Then, I bump into my old buddy, Joon. We start reminiscing about our wild college days. You know, the ones where we thought we were invincible? We laugh so hard, I almost choke on my food.
But then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in an obstacle course. I finally find shelter under a shop awning on Sunae-dong.
While I’m waiting for the rain to chill, I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar and singing some old K-pop hits. I can’t help but join in. I’m belting out the lyrics, and people are staring. But whatever, I’m having a blast.
After the rain stops, I head back to the office, drenched but happy. I finish my work, and just as I’m about to leave, my boss hands me a bonus. I’m like, “Wait, what?!” Best surprise ever!
I walk home, feeling like a champ. The streets of Santyoku are lit up, and I can hear the nightlife buzzing. I pass by the park and see families enjoying the evening. It’s a vibe.
So yeah, Santyoku (kr) is a rollercoaster. One minute you’re stressed, the next you’re singing in the rain. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. What a day!