I've been back from Hainan for about a week now and I have tons and tons and tons of things to blog about. If I'd internet connection and a lappy over in China, I'd have told you about my extended family history going 6 generations back, since pre-WWII days to post colonialist periods, together with bits and pieces of village (civil) wars, politics and romance. I think I should compile an autobiography of my grandmother's life (revealed in the form of bedtime story-like chit chat) and sell it to TCS. From there I'd make the greatest load of copyright fees and what nots for the hottest and longest drama serial. Better than 真情 I assure you. Nono, I'm not a commercialised dudette. I just think my family history beats those tv-drama formulas hands down!
I've whet your appetite, haven't I? One of these days I'll blog about my trip to China, back to the villages which connected the then and the now, the poverty and the wealth, the romance and the rivalries. I don't know how much dirty laundry I can wash in a public blog, but when I intend to get enigmatic and crpytic, you know that I'm at the limits of saying too much.
Watch out for my next few entries. (All rights reserved to turn lazy and hold the stories.)
(Picture? You're looking at the endless doorways of my grandfather's hometown in China.)
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