Come to think of it, I have never kept any sort of logbook or journal of my trips beyond the Singapore shores. This, considering myself as a keen traveller and enthusiastic-but-not-any-good writer, is quite some feat.
In fact, come to think of it further, I don't even have a single photo album of my photographs from these trips. Nope, not in digital either. This, considering that I quite enjoy photography as a prime hobby and that I own one hell of a camera (according to those who are always borrowing it), is probably the feat of all feats.
Do not be mistaken though, I do take a good number of photographs and they turn out all rather scenic actually. It's just that my lack of organization (once again, a permanent feature) doesn't quite do much justice to my artistic indulgence.
Which is why I must, and therefore I will, attempt to recollect the timeline of my journeys and more importantly, recollect where exactly I had stashed my Kodak moments.
With this, I embark on the treacherous mission to recover my forgotten travels.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
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