Titanic...

Titanic it wasn't. But sank, it sure as hell did!

I never did got around to blogging about my trip to Vietnam. And on hindsight, I suppose it wasn't meant to be. After all, who I am to think that I'll be the authority on traveling?

All that hassle to collate photos, download, upload and then actually think of funny captions for all that photos? No sirree. Not for me. (And that's before the actual writing if I might add.)

But I still am itching to etch, so I'm back just to extend my disclaimer, to delineate my scope, to determine by methods of elimination/deconstruction (depending on your preferred mental faculty)... what the heck I shall write about.

And there. In hardening that thought into words, the situation has been illuminated. The words define the situation. My scratchings (or typing) shall be on nothing in particular.

So there. Before the blog begins, it is coaxed into a hiatus. Until I decide/change my mind again.

I'll be back.



Because the itch in the middle of your back doesn't ever feel satisfactorily scratched...