Finally made it back home & Freedom…in Coehlo’s The Zahir

“sigh” finally on my PJ’s, and not a pinky one 😦 ….been quite a long day. Tonight’s book reading session was cool, it was a free one, meaning, I am not the one who is reading and explaining w keda…kids were doing it this time…and suprisingly enough, I was impressed…especially when I knew from from the parents how they were looking for something with a value added inorder to make a fruitfull night :)) Wow, too sophisticated for the age range…one of the managers at the club talked to me after the session 3ashan to make it on a contractual basis w keda…fa I honestly refused, telling him, eno as soon as I feel like it is a commitment and I have to do it, I would definitely screw it up, fa he gave me a look mesh ad keda ya3ni….and I saw “are u nuts??” written on his forehead :)) w malo nuts…nuts, at least tasty :)))

I am blogging now, and Tom Cruise is Jumping up and down on Lady O’s couch…telling people how different he is now after getting along with his new love Kate….one good thing about it is the way he is doing it, he is speaking himself out with no thinking of “I shouldn’t spit all my feelings out this way” bas my hunch goes like “knock it off hunky,,,,u r faking it” may be I am just not used to guys going crazy for their ladies!!! Still, covering the hotel room with red flower petals, sushi and ice cream, and motorcycle rides on the beach…sounds inviting :)) maho nas liha Tom Cruise w nas liha Terter :))

Didn’t feel like socializing today during lunch, fa I fixed my lunch, and had Coelho’s the Zahir along with me up on the rooftop…was breezy and quite…Loved these quotes…It hit a very sensitive area….so here we go:

what is freedom?
I’ve spent a large part of my life enslaved to one thing or another, so I should know the meaning of the word. Ever since I was a child, I have fought to make freedom my most precious commodity”

“While I was fighting, I heard other people speaking in the name of freedom, and the more they defended this unique right, the more enslaved they seemed to be to their parents wishes, to a marriage in which they had promised to stay with the other person for the rest of their lives, to the bathroom scales, to their diet, to half-finished projects, to lovers to whom they were incapable of saying No or It’s over, to weekends when they were obliged to have lunch with people they didn’t even like. Slaves to luxury, to the appearance of luxury, to the appearance of the appearance of luxury. Slaves to a life they had not chosen, but which they had decided to live because someone had managed to convince them that it was all for the best”

“The inspector says I’m free. I’m free now and I was free in prison too, because freedom continues to be the thing I prize most in the world. Of course, this has led me to drink wines I did not like, to do things I should not have done and which I will not do again; it has left scars on my body and on my soul, it has meant hurting certain people, although I have since asked their forgiveness, when I realized that I could do absolutely anything except force another person to follow me in my madness, in my lust for life. I don’t regret the painful times; I bear my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that smile is dimmed by tears”

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