Maia Nebula!

One of the funniest scenes I’ve seen in my recent life:

They’re building a new mall right in front of my neighborhood, across Calle 80. Anybody can get a nice view of the construction from the bridge that takes to the bus station. I was crossing it one sunny afternoon when I saw about 15 people at the other end, staring at the construction site. They were sitting on the bridge’s railing or just leaning their elbows on it, unmoving, just gazing. I thought something had happened. Then I saw them: huge and beautiful, purple, green, orange Hitachi machines with white signs in kanji, dancing on the damp soil. I understood, then, that it was the construction itself what brought their free amusement. I thought “this is my country!” And yes, I live in the country with free shows for people with lots of time, where a simple construction site is the main attraction for a family during a lazy afternoon, where astonishment still comprises phases of life that many have chosen to ignore forevermore.

And I went on, my heart filled with a warm feeling, and a smile on my face.

Let’s do a Friday Five! A Friday Five is supposed to be some small questionnaire bloggers fill out every Friday. It comes from this website. I hope this thing turns out pretty interesting… After all, I have to find inspiration somewhere, and simple questions can’t be that bad a start.

1. How are you planning to spend the summer [winter]?

Doing all the paperwork for the university, spending a lot of time with my family, getting used to my city again.

2. What was your first summer job?

English-Spanish/Spanish-English translation for people in my neighborhood.

3. If you could go anywhere this summer [winter], where would you go?

I’d go to Japan, of course!!! or back to San Francisco.

4. What was your worst vacation ever?

I haven’t had one.

5. What was your best vacation ever?

I think that would be my year-long vacation in Dubuque, IA! (featuring SAN FRANCISCO, CA)

That was it? Man, how uninteresting!!! Don’t I have anything to say? This blog sucks. My mind sucks!

Where are the muses? Where, huh? Where???

Can anybody help me!? Any ideas welcome!

My sister received her yearbook yesterday. It was kinda hard not to see myself there. It’s like there’s a big community I had belonged to for a long, long time, and suddenly, I’m gone! I don’t belong there anymore. Due to the fact that I’m not in college yet, I feel like I don’t belong anywhere outside my family. It doesn’t matter, anyway. This adaptation process is still slow. The city is cold, but my house is wonderful. It’s like the only place I want to be is home.

Home.

It’s tough when the definition of “home” breaks up in two: one of the pieces remains in a place I’ve known all my life, the other is loose, bound to me by strange forces. What to do? Where to go?

we are words

we are what we write

nothing else

I’ve been looking for Japanese restaurants in Bogota, but it seems like I’ll never be able to try any more Japanese food while I live in this country. Everything costs an eye of the face! Japanese food is absolutely fancy here. It used to be something quite normal for me last year! Ugh. Well, it was expensive in the US too… ne? Hmmm, I can feel the taste of unagi in my mouth… irashaimase!

I guess I still don’t have anything interesting to say because I haven’t done a lot of exciting stuff around Bogota. I mean, I just came here. This used to be my all-time home, and then I left for DBQ, and now I’m back. It’s awkward. My friends are now memories and frequent emails (Kotaro! Minori!!!) . I’m still trying to adapt to the place where I had spent my entire childhood. Are there many (or any) friends right here? I wonder how things will be when everybody’s busy. Are we still the same? How far apart are we drifting?

I feel like I want to gather all my special people with a lasso, like a cowboy, and keep them forever. However, I can’t keep my friends: it is them who decide if they stay.

I hope they stay…