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It's that time of the year when the wanderlust becomes almost unbearable! And the body, realising it is still on a small island, cannot dislodge itself from sleep...so getting out of bed each morning takes longer. After a while, you start thinking that it is not quite theft to take that extra 5 minute when the alarm goes on snooze. When you make that final stretch to wake the muscles, you find a fresh cool spot on the sheets that tempts you to settle and let your skin rest on its surface instead. Then there's that glance at a darkening sky that makes 8am almost feel like 5am. Oh just give up! There is always the possibility of catching a cab to make up for the 30mins now gone by.

Tonight, stationary by my desk, I trawl the web and make do with photos of Haruki Murakami's Tokyo by Eizo Matsumura, and their travel photography book <邊境-近境>.

After tonight, I am one day closer to travel. Friday I will leave this small island!

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ampulets said…
haha. actually come to think of it. the weather nowadays is almost like autumn/ winter in those countries with 4 seasons. I find it funny for someone like me to say that, since I have not really experienced autumn/ winter at all. But I think we are quite similiar to certain animals, which goes into hibernation once or twice every year. Just like bears, I think, they usually hibernate this time of the year. Our biological clock, to some extent, seems to be still rather primitive, yah? -TOHA
11:32 am
Anonymous said…
where are you headed?
2:28 pm
Anonymous said…
have a great trip :-)
8:40 pm
ampulets said…
Ah, sorry if i gave the impression i was going for a long/overseas trip. i am merely thinking of some domestic travelling ;> J/TOHA is busy with work for amps design, so we may be grounded till next year...
11:34 am
Anonymous said…
do show off the works of amps design yah!?

so that the world will know!
5:59 pm
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