Oddly empty highways, lighted amber and dark, can be a joy to drive through. Windows down, head abuzz with 10 sips of wine, Yoko Kanno’s Space Lion playing on the radio makes it melancholic, and it was like I was driving towards someplace unreachable. In some ways, it was like dreaming. The kind of dreams that were wishful, unattainable things.

And the magic ended at the toll, when barred gates and money put a stop to dreaming. I paid, drove by, and it was just that; a drive home.

The radio played That’s Life, and Frank Sinatra sung me to the next traffic light.

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It might be too early to count these eggs, but it seems like I’ll be going to Japan next month.

For work, of course. But the free time in between meant that I’ll be making the most out of Tokyo, to appease this semi-otaku tendencies.

(And, if my itinerary is to be believed, I get a chance to visit the Ghibli Museum. That’s one tick on my Bucket List).

It’s gonna be expensive, even if food and accommodation will be taken care of. So starting today, I’ll be tying up my stomach and only drink milk for 6 weeks.

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This very possible trip to Japan also meant that it’s time I get my DSLR. I’m pretty much set to purchase the Nikon D3100, but I still can’t decide if I want to pay it through instalments or save up more for a smoother transaction. But a new camera and Japan’s sights would be awesometastic.

I think I’ll leave these thoughts in the air as I retreat to bed.