I am a lazy bone

Looking back at my trip to Tibet, I am still deeply moved by every and each moment I spent there. This is the time I truly feel that my words cannot express the feelings and every excitement I experienced in Tibet. Let down, I feel a little. But quickly I realize that this is not something I actually want to present on paper or in writing, for not only are these feelings very personal, but the only place they belong is in my deep memory, where I can hide them dearly, bring out to dust from time to time and only let time leave its marks as I grow old.

Well all this is just beside the point. I come to upload all these diary entries from my trip, only to realize that time has already taken its toll. There are details that I cannot recall and their are names that do not seem to make sense any more. I only blame myself for procastinating for so long, for not writing these up earlier, for even here trying to find myself excuses. Oh that is me, the true me: a big big lazy bone.