daydream

I was listening to the new album of Sérgio Mendes on the way to work today and the long-cherished desire to travel to Brazil came back.

So, here I am, daydreaming again. I was thinking, take all of my savings, buy a decent camera and lens, get the around-the-world flight tickets, visit friends, take photos, and maybe work as freelancer if I'm lucky enough.

It seems like we waste a lot of times waiting for something to happen. A lot of excuses support the idea of waiting... but who guarantees what's going to happen a year from now, a month from now, a day from now, or even an hour from now.

Anyway, for now, here I am listening to some Bossa nova and daydreaming of Brazil, and still waiting.

* Photography by Mario Lapid

missing aussie summer.

The air has got cooler, the day has got shorter. In three days, it will be September. I'm in a better mood these days although the client for the project that our team has been working on turned out to have a horrible taste on things and that makes our days at work miserable.

I made it to the gym three days in a row. I work out, read a book, sweat a lot, and take a shower... and I always feel great after that.

I've been missing Sean a lot lately. How do I miss the summer we spent in Australia.

insa-dong, seoul

I'm planning on having my own photo collections of different parts of Seoul. This is the second one after the fist try with Samchung-dong.

home

The sun is setting. Looking out the city and the ocean through the window... and writing in the darkness. The reflections of the sun on the glass buildings look very pretty. Vancouver can be such a charming city when the weather is clear and dry like this.

Today is the last day of my short vacation in Vancouver. It feels a bit strange. I don't remember what brought me to Vancouver this time... and I'm trying to remember. Is that because that I wanted to see the city I thought I was in love with? Is that some sort of hope that I can smell the fresh air again while I'm drowning. Or is that just some sort of escape from the reality that feels like a dream. I guess I don't even need an answer for that. It can be just another week. A week out of so many in my life.

I feel that I'm ready to say good-bye to the city. I will miss the ocean, parks, and the walk... but I feel that I'm done with the city. I feel some sense of closure here. Now I will have to look for another place where I can call home. It's funny as I travel more, I find it more difficult to fine a place I can fit in better... but I know I will never stop traveling... till I find home... and I'm thinking, will I ever find home again? I miss home that made me feel as a whole.