Manuela's blog

Hi, I'm Manuela, and I finally decided to start writing a blog. I like flowers, cooking, and unsolved mysteries. My secret dream is to travel to the other side of the world, like my father supposedly did.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Sick :(

Sorry for not writing anything, but for the past few days I've been terribly sick -- high temperatures, headaches, and lots of other unpleasant stuff. I promise that I'll write more as soon as I get better. Take care, and remember to wash your hands frequently! ;)

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Hovoríš po slovensky?

I bet you are wondering why would a girl like me learn such a weird language as Slovak. Why not something more common?

It's quite a long story, and a sad one. I grew up as a half-orphan (is that the right word?). Never in my life have I seen my father, and I don't know anything about him. Mother apparrently knows more, but she's reluctant to speak of him. The only things she told me (on my fifteenth birthday) were that he was an engineer from Czechoslovakia. He was in our town on some errand in the local power plant, and as far as I know he stayed here roughly for a year.

The reason why I couldn't get anything else out of my mother is probably that she assumes I would run off to see him... and between us, she's right. I mean, wouldn't you want to know your father, if you were in my place?

I remember the first time I saw Star Wars, and the "I'm your father, Luke" scene as a little child. The night after I awoke screaming, having a nightmare about my father being Darth Vader. I know it sounds stupid, but I was really scared back then. It was then when I promised myself that one day I'll find him and get to know him. But so far, all my efforts were in vain, I couldn't find out anything about him.

The rest of the story is simple: Once I met an old European lady in the local library. After a short chat I found out that she and her husband moved here from Czechoslovakia in 1968. As she didn't have much other work, I managed to convince her to give me lessons in Slovak after my school was over. I'm nowhere near fluent, but I think I wouldn't die of hunger in Slovakia :)

As they say in Slovakia, "Dovidenia, priatelia!"

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Dear diary...

Umm, wait... that's not a proper start of a blog. After all, a blog is not my personal diary, it is here for you, dear reader, a small window into my soul.

So the best way to start is by properly introducing myself. I'm Manuela, in a few months I will be 23 years of age. My native language is Spanish, and I'm also fluent in English and know a bit of Slovak. Strange, huh? I promise I'll get to explain this in my future posts :)

Recently I started working as a programmer for a local tech company (I prefer not to name it). Being the only woman in our department made me feel good about myself, but, you know... I think that this comic strip puts it better than I ever could. I admire Jorge for his insight ;)