An artistic update
Lukewarm wind, spirals of it, spedding at my back while I took a walk about the neighborhood. The better part of the year is here, a slight chill as if escaping us every morning since September 22, prudently punctual. Thoughts came to mind about the last two months -- my memoir of events, unfulfilled expectations, surprises and changes that I have never delt with before. Everything could have been easily anticipated, though I did not think that I'd miss them so soon. Realizations - for once I have thought I had know myself completely, only to discover that I really don't, and it's only the beginning.

Reflecting on my reliability to finish things that I've started, my short-span interests has been exempted in and out of my mind's scope showing signs of unsettling boredom and seeks for new sources of creativity. It has been a year since I've visited Japan, and its inspiration is creating a longing to visit there again, some day. This time of year I can't hold away from the reminiscence, feelings of harmony and peacefulness that has engulfed my mind through-out the stay in that remarkable country.

Okay, enough with the literaturic babble. It seems that reading lots of books has reflected a linguistic level change. In case you have wondered, I'm now going through the Amber series and I have also had one instance of Agatha Christie's books being explored.

My newly acquired high-tech job is satisfying - I've almost completed one month of work, and it has passed quite fast. Progress in other areas have subsided, to whom it may concern.