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Name: thandeka
Location: Korea, South
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| it took me a long time and most of the
world to learn what i know about love and fate and the choices we make,
but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while i was chained to a
wall and being tortured. i realised, somehow, through the screaming in
my mind, that even in the shackled, bloody helplessness, i was still
free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them.
ti doesn't sound like much, i know. but in the flinch and bite of the
chain, when it's all you've got, that freedom is a universe of
possibility. and the choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can
become the story of your life.
shantaram
gregory david roberts
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| shoba looked at him now, her face contorted with sorrow. he had cheated
on a college exam, ripped a picture of a woman out of a magazine. he
had returned a sweater and got drunk in the middle of the day instead.
these were the things he had told her. he had held his son, who had
known life only within her, against his chest in a darkened room in an
unknown wing of the hospital. he had held him until a nurse knocked and
took him away, and he promised himself that day that he would never
tell shoba, because he still loved her then, and it was the one thing
in her life that she had wanted to be a surprise.
shukumar stood up and stacked his plate on top of hers. he carried the
plates to the sink, but instead of running the tap he looked out the
window. outside the evening was still warm, and the bradfords were
walking arm in arm. as he watched the couple the room went dark, and he
spun around. shoba had turned the lights off. she came back to the
table and sat down, and after a moment shukumar joined her. they wept
together, for the things they now knew.
interpreter of maladies
jhumpa lahiri | | |
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Funny business, a woman's career.
The things
you drop on your way up the ladder
so you can move faster,
you forget you'll
need them again
when you get back to being a woman.
(Margo Channing) 
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| last friday, i was sitting in a bus looking at signs on the walls of buildings as we passed through apgujung. one particular sign caught my eye: "LINDA BOOTI PANG" (it was for a beauty salon and said, "¸°´Ù¹Ì¿ë½Ç" -- linda beauty salon -- in korean). i had no idea why they wrote BOOTI PANG (botox injections in the rear area?!) but thought it was too funny to enjoy alone so i texted a few of my friends about this. on sunday, my friend silvia, one of the people i'd texted, enlightened me, saying, "they probably meant beauty bang!" (bang means room, place in korean). knowing that makes it less hilarious but at least i had the entire weekend to laugh about it ;) | | |
| last night, i "slept" on the ground, in the hallway of my apartment building, right in front of my door.
upon coming home around 2:45am, after meeting up with a friend, i realized i'd left my keys in the cab (probably on my there, not back). my mom and sister each have an extra set of keys, but they live outside of the city, and security doesn't have keys to my place, so i was left with the choice of checking into a "love motel" (which are in abundance in my area) or saving myself $50-60 and sleeping on the floor. i chose the latter.
the floor itself was not too bad (and i had my purse as a pillow), but i kept getting waken up by different security guards, making their rounds around the building. they asked, "ah-gah-sshi (miss), what are you doing over there?" (SLEEPING, obviously...) so i had to explain that i was locked out because i lost my keys. also, i got up every time i heard a neighbor open his/her door (dang, didn't realize my neighbors leave for work so EARLY), lest they think i was drunk and passed out in front of my door.
i spent about 3 hours "sleeping" in front of my door, and ended up going to a public bath around 6:30am to relax/recuperate from the night. i met up with my mom this afternoon to get her extra set of keys and am now lying comfortably in my bed. really exhausted, not necessarily from sleeping on the floor, but just from not getting enough sleep. never felt this good to be home! 
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