Presenting a new season of blogging...
... two days late. Heh.
My excuse is that I've been ill. That, and that emailing takes some priority, and assorted other reasons, the description of which would be utterly pointless, and not the least bit enlightening.
One thing though: "I am still abroad." That is, I'm still in the US. I'm off the road, in home-base; but not home: where-i-live (London); and even further away from home: where-i-was-born (Malaysia).
My delay in commencing the whole writing act again, despite having hung up my walking boots (entirely figurative of course, since we drove rather than walked) on Sunday, the 20th of June, is also due to a kind of head-scratching: "Gee... what shall I say?" The way I imagine it must feel if suddenly, without any warning, one got pushed onto the stage to cries of "Speech, speech", with no idea of what to say.
What? Should I rush headlong into a haphazard, confused description of my trip? Historically, despite my sincerest intentions to write about my travels, I have never actually done even so much as transcribed my patchy travel-journal onto my website (except for my Czech trip), much less write lengthy travelogues. Or shall I ignore the fact that I've blithely skipped off for ages, and resume my frequent pointless ramblings on nothing at all? And if I wait ages and ages before putting up my travel stuff... well, then it becomes irrelevant anyway, at least to who I am at the time I post them.
Thus I begin the new season with uh... whatever this is (ice-breaker maybe?). And conclude with a twirl and curtsy, mainly because I feel like acting cute (Heh). Thank y'all for yor' patience.
My excuse is that I've been ill. That, and that emailing takes some priority, and assorted other reasons, the description of which would be utterly pointless, and not the least bit enlightening.
One thing though: "I am still abroad." That is, I'm still in the US. I'm off the road, in home-base; but not home: where-i-live (London); and even further away from home: where-i-was-born (Malaysia).
My delay in commencing the whole writing act again, despite having hung up my walking boots (entirely figurative of course, since we drove rather than walked) on Sunday, the 20th of June, is also due to a kind of head-scratching: "Gee... what shall I say?" The way I imagine it must feel if suddenly, without any warning, one got pushed onto the stage to cries of "Speech, speech", with no idea of what to say.
What? Should I rush headlong into a haphazard, confused description of my trip? Historically, despite my sincerest intentions to write about my travels, I have never actually done even so much as transcribed my patchy travel-journal onto my website (except for my Czech trip), much less write lengthy travelogues. Or shall I ignore the fact that I've blithely skipped off for ages, and resume my frequent pointless ramblings on nothing at all? And if I wait ages and ages before putting up my travel stuff... well, then it becomes irrelevant anyway, at least to who I am at the time I post them.
Thus I begin the new season with uh... whatever this is (ice-breaker maybe?). And conclude with a twirl and curtsy, mainly because I feel like acting cute (Heh). Thank y'all for yor' patience.
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