QUE TAL, CORINE? --and the missing upside down question mark.

Mi daure demandas min, kial mi iam cesis blogging. In the many (failed) attempts of multilingual blogging through the years, would you believe that I never learned to type an upside down question mark? Oni diris al mi serci "outlet" .. nur por ekscii poste, ke mi perdis tiom da mi mem en la pasintaj kvin(?) au ses(?) jaroj, mi ec ne scias, kio estas miaj veraj satokupoj. I've been getting writing-heavy tasks lately, and quite frankly it's been the happiest I've been in weeks, no, a month and a half maybe. Mi ne memoras la lastan fojon, kiam mi sentis min tiel bona. Nur mi kaj la klavaro, kun multnombraj langetoj malfermitaj. I had almost forgotten the joy of geeking out over something. I had almost forgotten the joy of sitting down with somebody and asking them questions such as "How does your role as an educator align with the uniform?", or "How do you balance motherhood in spite all this?". Tio, por mi, estas demandoj, kiuj ne estas demanditaj tiel ofte kiel ili devus. Oh by the way, I've been Disneying extra hard lately-- "Reflection" from the Mulan soundtrack hits differently as an adult. I'm just saying.

I've been thinking a lot about the upside down question mark.. In Spanish, questions aren't just asked like "Que tal?" -- you have to add the upside down question mark before the question. Sometimes I wonder if the equivalent in Mandarin is asking, "Qing wen?", but I guess not. Oh by the way, I had already given up on Mandarin. And Cantonese. I've yet to put my Indonesian on the road again, but even if I try, I honestly think I couldn't do it. Sometimes I wonder-- How could somebody who used to be in love with language seemingly had just lost it? -- Passions really die, don't they? When they do, where do they go to get buried? I'm asking because I'd love to pay a visit, because maybe, just maybe I'd find myself again wherever love for life goes to die. Okay, that came out a little bit more morbid than I had expected. Mi pardonu. <3 Mi verkis admissions essay hierau. Tre ambicia. La lastan fojon kiam mi skribis unu estis antau kvar jaroj-- but what's different now is that I just wrote whatever was in my heart. I said what I knew, and if it's not for me, then I'm probably just going to have to live with it. I'm having a "pick me, choose me, love me" moment with anthropology. Is there really any other way to marry health professions with society and culture? -- or have they always been married, and I just never knew. I'm bothered by how I keep forgetting about the upside down question mark. Que tal, Corine, que tal? Obviously I had also forgotten about accent marks on certain vowels, but we'll just find a way to forgive ourselves for it. ;)