Yes, I am still alive. And despite the fact that I have not written an entry in over two months, I do still plan to keep this blog alive. (Can you smell the New Year’s Resolution?) There are two main reasons I haven’t been posting as frequently. First, the combination of grad school and a two-day/week internship was kicking my butt for awhile. Second, my life in London does not seem as interesting as my life was in Singapore/Asia.
I don’t run into celebrities. I don’t see menus advertising “a pocket of treasures” or people dressed like clams. No one tells me that I “have a lucky forehead.” No one asks me to marry them. (Link forthcoming.) And unlike Kate Middleton, I won’t be marrying a British Prince this year, so I might have to rethink my thoughts on marrying a Malay prince. My eating expeditions involve scones and other items less exotic than durians and fish-head curry. And finally, I can’t go to hell for $1. (The tube costs at least $3!)
However, I am nevertheless building up signs and stories from life on this side of the pond. (Not to mention the back-log I still have from travels around SE Asia.) So, I hereby resolve to start posting more regularly (while not dropping out of grad school or my internship). Because as a sign from Mustafa Center (Singapore’s 24-hour mall) declares, “You were not made to dig in the dirt with chickens, but to soar the clouds with the wings of an Eagle.”