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jinyu
Age. 33
Gender. Female
Ethnicity.
Location Denver, CO
School. Other
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Sprocket's Training Milestones
Came home (Aug 2, 2014)
Asked to go outside (Aug 5, 2014)
Slept 4 hours straight (night) (Aug 5-6, 2014)
Crane Count
7/3/13 - 8
7/4/13 - 30
7/5/13 - 36
7/10/13 - 54
7/11/13 - 57
7/18/13 - 67
2/17/14 - 83
(cumulative)
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Moon Mod!
CURRENT MOON
To Read:
- Carrie
- Dream of the Red Chamber
- Time to Kill
- Scent of the Missing
- Stiff
Nano mod!
BEAST!
Saturday. 11.20.10 10:18 am


Been... watching this pretty much non-stop... well outside of lag and loading time.

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Oh!
Monday. 11.15.10 5:18 am
And I decided that I want to be a school teacher and breed dogs... I'm just deciding which breed.

...And I love emote stickers. They are all over my journal now.

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Callings - AKA "What the Hell am I suppose to do with my life?"
Friday. 11.12.10 8:38 pm
There it is: the question. What am I going to do with my life? Or in its shortened version, the question I have been asking every day almost every hour to myself for the past week "What do you want?"

So, as oft times before, I go to what other people have said about me. Of the people who dare to venture a guess, these are the answers I have been given: a nun, a religious person, an editor, a teacher, a captain, a grandma and a life coach. I am also occasionally told to do what I want to do, which I am usually told is being a writer. I want to do that, too.

So, in short, people see me as an old person who knows stuff and is able to give advice about other people's novels, lives, etc. So maybe I should do that... whatever the heck that is.

A professional question asker? You tell me.

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The Subway Parable
Saturday. 11.6.10 7:59 pm
When you are finding a seat on the subway, do not take for yourself the best seat (the one right on the end so no one has to sit by you on one side and your can lean your head against the metal bar if you're tired), because a little old lady may be waiting for it and then you will be embarrassed. Instead, stay standing and hold onto a handle as best you can until someone offers you the seat. Then you can be honored by taking it. This is humility.

This is why they say, some of the first shall be last and some of the last shall be first.

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Census
Wednesday. 11.3.10 7:43 am
I have now officially participated in the South Korean Census.

For me, this all began a couple of weeks ago when I found the census form on my front door. I reflected on the number of immigrants who go uncounted in America because of their inability or reticence to fill out the form. I also thought about what a shame that really was and how the government could serve them far better if they could only be counted. I also looked at all of those Korean characters, tore it off my door and threw it at the ground.

A few days later, new census form. Rip off tape, let fall gently to the ground.

Today, *ding, dong*.

There are usually only two reasons that Korean people knock on my door 1. they have the wrong apartment number 2. it's three o'clock in the morning and they are drunk. So, I did not think she was a census worker, so I simply said 'hello' and opened the door.

"Anyanghaseo! [insert paragraph in Korean here] English?"
"Yes," I replied.
"[insert pleasant rapid Korean]" she pointed at the form in English which needed my phone number and name. I filled it out.
She continues speaking in rapid Korean.
Points to the form.
I began to fill it out.
"What does this mean?" I asked.
"Uh..." she began.
"University?"
"Yes. yes. yes." she replied.
"Hrm.."
Penciling.
"And this? [teacher]?" I asked in Korean.
"Hrm.." she points.
"Okay," I say.
"[Thank you! Peace be with you!]" she says.
"[Peace be with you!]" I reply.

She was a very nice census worker.

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Crazy Old Man
Sunday. 10.31.10 10:01 am
So, I was on the subway talking to my new friend. There was this old man sitting in the old men seats with these two pre-stretched canvases. I started to talk about language proficiency because we are always talking about if her English is good and stuff and then he starts slamming his paintings on the ground of subway, trying to interrupt my train of thought. I continued and then he started to shout a little, small spurts of words like he was trying to 'channel' them out of his mouth instead of actually say them. "No!" "Stop!" he muttered. I paused and then continued, a few seconds late "Nrmph!" "Starnp!" I stopped completely, but my friend didn't seem to notice, she just went on as if nothing happened. So strange.

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