Day 213: Next Stop

First day back at work and I'm wanderlusting again.

My last trip had me thinking where do I head off to next.  I decided I want to visit a familiar place later this year.  I want to see the Ruins of St. Paul again, eat Salmon Fried Rice at Quinella, scout San Malo for bargain stuff, have coffee at the Singing Bean at the Tower, watch Zaia at The Venetian, see The House of Dancing Waters, cross the border to China.  I can almost smell the takoyaki, the grilled Portuguese chicken and the freshly baked egg tarts.

I'll see you this year, Macau. ;)

Day 194: Make A Plan

My brain stopped functioning by the time I finished my shift today.  I got home tired, hungry and wondering what random thing I should take a picture of.  While waiting for Gosick to buffer (watched it after reading photoparjour's post), I saw this little notebook I got in Baguio earlier this year. I bought it because it says Music and Violin on the cover (I know that doesn't really make sense) and it had cute colored pages.  It was the first time, however, that I opened it on the first page.  The writing says, "MAKE A PLAN", Comic Sans and all caps.

Well, the message kind of struck through my tax calculation-infused brain.  I need to make a plan.  I have been harping about a lot of things, but haven't really gotten around to structuring any of it.  Or, at least, not to most of the ones that probably matter.

Day 166: Wanderlust

This passport needs to travel.

I have wanderlust.  Let me correct that.  I am currently wanderlusting.  If there is such a word.  I am itching to go out and travel.  When I was younger, I had traveled on my own on impulse.  Several times, in fact.  Unfortunately, that cannot really happen right now.  Still, it doesn't diminish the fact that I am raring to go somewhere.  Lately, all I've been thinking of is going on a trip.  Somewhere.  Anywhere.  I just need to see another place.  What I like about traveling is it's not just a way to unwind, it's a fine excuse to loosen up the bolts a little.  Tout Enveyor en L'Air (Kyo).  Let it all out in the air.  Being a tourist somehow gives you the license to let your restraints fly for a bit.  You can just blame it to tequila in the morning.