Maia Nebula!

The world is sick, but my smile is intact.

Sunday, August 31, 2003

Flash Out

I found a very pretty reflection on the recent NYC blackout on a blog called flashhack. Check it out.

Witness the City fall into darkness.

Fifty million people, unplugged.

So they wander, and talk, and meet neighbours they never knew they had.

And sleep on roofs. And stare at stars now unmasked.

Look up.

Who says the world lacks silliness? And joy?

And wonder?


Flash out.

Isn't it funny how we, the so-called 'Third World', can still tell the difference between no elecricity and the end of the world?

TESF! (The Early Saturday Five)

1. Are you going to school this year?
Mochirondesu! ¡Por supuesto! Bien sûr! Of course!

2. If yes, where are you going (high school, college, etc.)? If no, when did you graduate?
I don't want to give a stupid answer just as I did in #1, so here's my educational history so far:

Part I:
I dare to say I wouldn't be who I am if I hadn't spent my first years at my grandma's house. My mother and father were working, so I stayed there practically every day and all day. I was taught many many many things, many more than you can imagine, and I watched all the tv I needed (so I don't really watch it anymore). My hero was and still is Noppo-san, with his loyal friend Gonta. Here's Gonta, so that you can remember:

If you don't remember him, don't talk to me. You had no childhood and no soul.

These were among the happiest days of my life.

Part II:
When I was three years old, my godfather's mother recommended them to get me into a religious all-girls school called Sagrado Corazón de Jesus Bethlemitas (yeah, that long), in which I wasn't exactly popular because I already knew the stuff they were teaching. My mother recalls a moment when everyone in my class was given a diploma-- except for me . Reason given by my teacher: "it's funny to see how she knows everything." I'm not lying. I can remember not getting a diploma, but of course I didn't hear my teacher's words. Thus, when I was four years old, I said goodbye to that school. I didn't have time to fall in love with it or anything, so I don't miss it, I don't feel proud for it, I scarcely remember I actually studied there. Did I learn anything there? No.

Part III:
When I was five years old, I entered what became my second home for thirteen years: Santa Francisca Romana. I studied there, suffered there, graduated from there, made my friends there, and got the chance to experience Part IV from there. I am proud of it and miss it, but I don't really miss the girls I shared my class with during all those years... of course there were many nice ones, but the vast majority came and left leaving no trace in my soul. Did I learn anything there? What do you think I am-- some kind of stupid hollow girl? Of course, I shall thank SFR for my educational bases.

Part IV:
Could I really talk of my present self if I ignored my ten-month adventure amid the Iowan cornfields? I don't think so! Part III gave me a scholarship to study one whole school year at Loras College, in Dubuque, Iowa. So far it has been the most remarkable and bizarre year in my life. My life still spins around it, even though I almost lost my mind there and I desperately needed to come back to my beloved city life. To make things more absurd, I met the man of my dreams/love of my life right there! Did I learn anything there? More than you could ever imagine!

Part V:
I came back from Part IV, still trying to adjust (sometimes it gets painful), still trying to conceal my old self with the new one, and to top it all I still have the necessity for education. Thus, I arrived where I was supposed to go before Part IV: Universidad de Los Andes. Now I'm a constant battle within the socially unacceptable body of a normal girl, walking up and down the city, trying to understand my real role in the world, studying Literature (adding up Languages & Sociocultural Studies very soon, people), and of course, smirking at this nonsensical world.

3. What are/were your favorite school subjects?
When I was at school, my favorite subject was choir. I enjoyed singing like crazy (and still do). At Loras, my favorite subject was French. Nowadays, this semester, my favorite subject is Linguistics. Yeaaahhh!!!!

4. What are/were your least favorite school subjects?
At school it was Physics. The teacher was fantastic, so I was sort of sorry that my respect and admiration for him couldn't match up with the respect and admiration I had for the subject.
At Loras, MOI (Modes Of Inquiry). Some horrible thing all first-year students must take to get used to college, featuring.... HARRY POTTER!!! OH NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Right now, it must be Literary Theory. It's so wildly complex I'll be lost in euphoria if I simply don't fail. I can assure you it can become a good topic for a nightmare. Once this is done, I'll feel free and fly around campus on the wings of joy and triumph.

5. Have you ever had a favorite teacher? Why was he/she a favorite?
I've had lots of favorite teachers. Usually I like them because they are incredibly smart and incredibly nice at the same time. I remember gladly most of my late high school teachers, especially my 11th grade Spanish, Philosophy, and Music teachers, and practically all of my Loras professors were jawdroppers. Right now I like my French Poets professor. He is like a great fountain of knowledge!

Ok, I'm tired of writing this stupid stuff. Now you know more about me, but by question #5 I'm exhausted. You can tell by the last sentence. Dakara, I'm done. Bye.

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Random thoughts on the masculine world

Colombian men suck!

Are buttocks like cannonballs all you seek?
Do you locate our brains in our breasts?
We have it all lost if we don't look like impossible shapes.
You saw our face, it didn't sell for millions,
Did you care to peek into our shiny soul?

Come on, guys, take your time and stop shedding musk instead of tears.

Saturday, August 23, 2003


I don't care if it's the only thing I write; I love the friday five!

1. When was the last time you laughed?
Oh a few seconds ago, of course!

2. Who was the last person you had an argument with?
My mother, yesterday, but it wasn't anything serious so it didn't last long.

3. Who was the last person you emailed?
Minori, something very short and quick this morning before class.

4. When was the last time you bathed?
This morning!!! What do YOU think?

5. What was the last thing you ate?
Fried fish, lentils, rice, mango juice, and blackberry juice.

Done. Hurray for me.

Monday, August 18, 2003


the only thing left standing after the hurricane
the only letter that this raging fire didn't burn
a comet that did not turn into stardust
a sparkling gem forgotten in the dirt

like air
you will not see it and your life depends on it
like water
tasting bitter from the sands of discontent
hang on to it
a spiny tree below which lions await
hang on to it
and bleed and cry in pain
but keep it there
keep the faith

Saturday, August 09, 2003

TFF! (Late Saturday Edition)

1. What's the last place you traveled to, outside your own home state/country?
I bet everybody knows... my last trip came to an end a few months ago, when I came back from Dubuque, Iowa, a beautiful yet boring town between the cornfields and the Mississippi river.

2. What's the most bizarre/unusual thing that's ever happened to you while traveling?
Do you want the whole list???
- Meeting a totally compatible person (Minori)
- My first experience as an employee
- San Francisco/Napa valley
- Chicago
- St. Louis (man, this was really weird)
- Madison
- Nick Tickle Fairy Tale Detective (children's play)
- Awful winter
- My first spring, fall, and summer
- Japanese food (live long and prosper, SushiStation!)
- Japanese culture & friends (hello, Kotaro!)
- Des Moines Poetry festival
- Six Flags (Raging Bull!!! Vertical Velocity!!! Superman!!!)
- Paying my own rent for the first time
- Getting to see REAL bikers and REAL white trash (it IS an experience)
- Pretty clothes that are made not only for waifs
- Really cool malls (EXCEPT Kennedy Mall in Dubuque)

To make a long story short, this whole trip was the most unusual, bizarre thing that has ever happened to me, and it has changed my life completely!

3. If you could take off to anywhere, money and time being no object, where would you go?
First, I'd go back to Dubuque to pick up Minori, and maybe Kotaro too, oh and maybe Foo! and then we'd all go back to San Francisco, or we'd go to New York, or we'd go on a tour around Japan, or around Europe, or roadtripping across the USA!
No, I got it, I'd go all around the world!!!

4. Do you prefer traveling by plane, train or car?
Get there by plane, move around by car, baby!

5. What's the next place on your list to visit?
New York or Japan, man!

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

Swimming Against the Tide... and Drowning

I had my first class in the university today. The teachers were okay, the classes seemed cool... DAKEDO, I couldn't stand the excessive amount of cigarette smoke in the air. Actually, I'm mad. The Earth is rotting and people only worry about rotting their own lungs PLUS everybody else's. I'm not the one who chose lung cancer! Why should I get it forcefully?

You know what's the worst? The worst is I can't do anything about it! I'm alone, swimming against the tide... and drowning.

Tomorrow I'll take a scarf to breathe through it. There is absolutely no place in school for a pair of healthy lungs.

Saturday, August 02, 2003


1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?
I think I'll have to wake up at about six or five thirty. I'm not used yet to my family's bathing schedule, and I haven't started school so I don't know for sure.

2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?
I only wake up from eight to ten. Later is shameful.

3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning?
I put on my lenses, listen to a bit of radio, if it's a weekend I may read for a while and head for the computer.

4. How long does it take to get ready for your day?
One hour or less. I never intend to take longer than that.

5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast?
Well... the kitchen!

Friday, August 01, 2003


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