Maia Nebula!

The world is sick, but my smile is intact.

Friday, January 28, 2005


I didn't have to go to the Japanese Embassy today. It's a shame, somehow. I like to spend sunny days commuting, or actually doing something much more fun than thinking about all the reading I have to do. It's not even that boring, but I'm not looking forward to it.

I should've brought with me the file for my Japanese History homework. I'd finish it gladly.

I want my music here. I want Minori here. I don't want any more Spanish Literature. Maybe no more Literature at all! I'm tired of monotony.

Maybe I should go read my stuff. It's much better than sitting here...

Man, does this city bore me! I'm so ALONE!

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Life is good.

And it's going quite the way I wanted it to go.

Monday, January 17, 2005


Why yes, I do have New Year Resolutions! It's just that they came into my mind a little late. Are you curious and idle enough to go through them? Well, here you go:

In the year 2005, I will:
  1. Exercise.
  2. Get rid of my old clothes
    1. And buy new ones
  3. Stop spending so much money on food
    1. Especially from Crepes & Waffles
    2. And with the sole exception of Japanese food, or something equally exotic and tasty
  4. Plant flowers in the front yard
  5. Spend less time in front of the computer
    1. And more time reading, or cooking, or embroidering, or gardening
  6. Read more books of my own choice
    1. Eat up the whole Asian Literature section in the library
    2. Ignore the fact that I hate reading when imposed
And that's it. It's somehow ambitious, but I hope to stick to this list and fulfill it.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005


And then again, there's me. Just me. Gloomy me, lonely me, bored and boring me.

Monday, January 03, 2005

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes (I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again)

How inappropriate! This year says hello with a goodbye. I spend most of my time waiting for this precious little moment, and suddenly, wham! It's gone. Right when I've already gotten used (again) to the smoothness of his cheeks, to his beautiful laughter, to his soft voice, I must become familiar (again!) with the long, wintery absence.

It's funny how life seems to go on in such a way that everything seems to move fast while I stand still, a flesh and bone statue amidst the lively city. All the processes which are performed during The Absence seem never to have happened when It is over. But just as one is getting comfortable without it, The Absence starts again. It's like those hotter days in the late summer, short spaces of glad warmth which precede the almost everlasting nights of snow and aching bones.

Happiness is such an ephemeral thing! It's the single flap of a butterfly's wing, hopefully repeated over, and over, and over again.