still no slumber for your humble host. there's nothing like a hot shower as a catalyst for a long day. my dad has gone out to buy some more ingredients for tonight's dinner. the bright side of all this is the food...there's this indonesian maid that we usually hire to cook for the dinner parties...she cooks maggi goreng, just like home. it hasn't been that much of a bummer here. brasilia is the administrative capital of brazil...those of you who thought that it was rio, well...you're half right. to encourage development in the central region of brazil, 42 years ago, the plan for brasilia was made...the city was constructed in 2 years. pretty nifty...it also looks good, too. it's not as big as other major cities like rio or sao paulo, but i guess that it has a [smaller] life of its own. so far i've gone to rio and sao paulo, in terms of major cities. rio is just full of life. it doesn't seem to sleep. and the beaches there are beautiful...it's hard to believe that it's really all reclaimed land. fake beaches. but still good, definitely. and sao paulo is just one huge metropolis. huge. bustling, busy...lots of pollution, lots of cars, traffic jams everywhere, people hurrying to work. stores open all the time, crowded sidewalks...the whole city is living. mmm...i guess that this is the best time for me to reminisce. i thought about keeping a journal/scrapbook, but i've decided to keep small reminders like business cards and such in my wallet...i'm just a bum. the wind chimes/crystals are ringing lightly outside...it's a slow breeze. mmph. life here is great for the first two weeks...staying at home, watching satellite tv is great, but after a while, you tire of it...quickly. your mundane daily routine is worn like a second skin...and there's no way from escaping it unless you run away from it...but that's just me being bleak. are our lives getting mundane? are we really living? aren't we? i guess it varies from person to person and in what they find contentment in. mmm. talking about routines; it's off to breakfast in the kitchen. how normal could this get?