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HK trip. Fun. Visited relatives. Bought some clothes. And basically had a relaxing time.

Work. AMD. Interesting stuff. Still feel like the new kid on the block, but getting there.

Okay. Now apparently my blog is too depressing. Ugh. It's like I should split and write all the happy stuff on it as well. But what's the point. You want to live through the happy parts and reflect on the unhappy stuff to learn from it.


I've noticed how beautiful nature is. Well, maybe not nature, but the seasons in general.

I love the renewal of spring, how the gentle blossoms grows from the trees and flowers sprout their hardest against the dampening soil from the soft spring showers. The fragrance of damp earth, together with a soft breeze, brings a sense of anticipation of hope.

The scorching summer is filled with slow sultry sensations. People laze around, basking in the warmth that the sun brings and celebrate the long days by suntanning, sunbathing, and sensuously lounge about. Things slow down as the days grow longer. The scent of freshly mowed grass accompanies the sound of the ice cream truck, bringing with it the cold sweet treats all children seem to love. Basking the in the soft warmth of the sun as the glow of life filter down to your very being. With it comes a slow summer breeze, lazing about with fragrances of flowers in full bloom.

Autumn brings the falling of leaves and shorter days. Twilights seem longer and the soft orange glow of the setting sun contrasts lovely with the dusky purple sky. The cool autumn breeze is a wonderful companion to the dusky ambiance as leaves flutter about, loose from their bindings of the earth. Oh, how I love that purple sky. With it comes a mystic sense of anticipation and the unknown.

The cold winter night is a magical experience. Our muffled steps crinkle the sheets of new snow on the park path as we wind along the winter wonderland. The snow seem to reflect those heavenly lights hanging in the sky, giving the landscape a clean sharp glow. The wintry chill as we wander along the snowmen and snow forts brings to mind the anticipation for the fire in the fireplace, curling up with a cup of hot chocolate and a good book. The blackness of the night provides an excellent contrast with the snow, making it shine whiter to our naked eyes. The trees, now devoid of their protective leaves, seem a testament to life, stating that it will endure until the cycle begins again.

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So what do you think?