It's odd how when we are following a routine, we seem to find time for everything else other than the task at hand. However, when we are removed from that routine lifestyle and placed in a new or unfamiliar situation, where there are no constants, our focus improves greatly, centering around an effectively planned retinue for each new task. Obviously, this only lasts a while, until a new routine is formed, and the cycle continues. When focal points shift suddenly and forcefully in a set direction, there will inevitably be casualties. Blogging is one of them.

Unannounced hiatuses are great fun, if only for the writer. Any greviences borne by other parties may be taken up in the chatbox, and will be appropriately dealt with (at the discretion of the writer). I haven't made blogging a priority during this turbulent peroid, and I'm proud of it. Okay fine, I apologise to everyone impatiently awaiting my next post, in vain (to you, especially). In my defence, I am currently drafting this post from the top bunk on a room on the third floor of a quaint little accomodation in the middle of Venice, without an internet connection. Apologies aside, however, it's been interesting not blogging for so long. I realise now that I've developed a taste for it, and I set upon this post with vigour (initially.).

Transferring from trip to trip so quickly, Australia through Singapore and onto Europe has been an exhausting experience, in many ways. In the past week and a half, I've learnt how to stretch time to new limits, levels which I never have before. Would you believe it, not studying or doing something one would expect to expand limits of time management, but in transit from holiday to holiday (with various, numerous other complications, but that's beside the point).

There eventually accumulated a plethora of points and thoughts that occurred to me over this past week to blog about, but having no opportunity to, I will probably forget most of them by the time I have the chance to blog them properly. Expect posts covering those when I finally end my furious gallavanting around the world. Until then, be content I managed to write this at all, at 12 midnight on the 16th of July. This post will probably appear only days after this writing.

I miss the girl. Much more than might be considered logical.

Once again, an early start tomorrow, and tonight it's me versus a trapped mosquito. May the better combatant win.

Fingers through your hair.