and murakami writes...

"You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, 'Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?' So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill."

it's that time of the year again, where the sun seduces mr. ruthless-german winter. the meadows are blooming and i am out frolicking and tumbling with my spring bears. inbetween the bouncing and rolling i am also graduating. at last...

so, my apologies, belated and in advance, for letting this site collect some dust for a while.

i am on a tumbling leave...