After a long while, I just cleaned my bedroom: wiping out layers of dust from my bedside cabinet, reshuffling books, and getting rid of such junk as dried-out pens, expired batteries, old receipts. If life is judged by the material stuff we’ve accumulated, then so far I certainly won’t have much on the line but books and lecture photocopies.

Looking at all those crumpled papers on my trash, I realized that in less than a year my self-description proved to be already obsolete. I am:

a. No longer employed full-time, thus temporarily freed from cubicle culture since February;
b. Done with my thesis last month and joining graduation in a couple of days;
c. About to relocate to Taiwan in a month or so for a new job;
d. Set to get married to my girlfriend later this year.

It’s quite heady how my profile suddenly required a revision. But in book terms, this means character development and a turn to the next chapter…to get the story arc better.