Maia Nebula!

From b3co.com.

Not many. We rode Minori’s car in St. Louis, buses and cabs in Buenos Aires. Miami… I got to see downtown only once! I also realized I rode the Muni and the cable car in San Francisco, but not the Bart.

I’m not that keen on trains. I’d rather ride a car or a bus, it feels much more like you’re inside the city, part of it, and not in a parallel tunnelway which magically takes you from place to place. However, the San Francisco Muni did feel like a bus, somehow. Oh, San Francisco, I miss you so much!

That feeling on my feet
That itching
Aching feeling
Like hundreds of
Baby shrimps clinging
To my skin
That feeling which could be
Easily avoided
Couldn’t I desist
Go back to the blazing asphalt?

That little feeling I have
Chosen to live with
Endure
Until your eyes of horizon
Tell me it’s alright
To swim
Into the perpetual wonder
Of your then present
Heartbeat

Waking up on a weekday and having no homework, no paragraphs to memorize, no kanji to practice, and no need to hurry feels weird.

Suddenly the mind has empty spaces, and those empty spaces start filling up with memories of the food you used to eat, the ones you love and miss, the weather you were used to, the texture of your own pillow…

Which is why you must strive to reconquer those invaded spaces with new sights and experiences. After all, when you go home, you will miss this place too.

Sometimes I wish I actually had a say on things that happen around me, and not just accumulate anger in silence.

It’s impossible for me to understand the whys and hows of what’s going on in Lebanon, but it hurts enormously.

I wanted to fulfill my grandfather’s dream of visiting Beirut, but that may turn impossible. I don’t care whose fault is it— I just wish it could stop. But no, it won’t, just as the war in Iraq won’t, just as violence and ignorance in my own country won’t. Innocent people will keep dying in the name of whatever it is that one can call power’s latest disguise.

Kinda hopeless, this world, huh?