Yoon Jung aka Yoony here. Someone who tends to have sudden bouts of spastic-ness/emo-ism. Trying to escape from reality sometimes with the knowledge that doing so does no good. Coming up with random poetry, and dark tales. Sitting on the staircase in the middle of nowhere and pondering about exits. No entrances since I already got here. Looking for an answer to that huge question mark hanging in the silence. An unhealthy obsession with verbs. Lifetime hobby: speaking in my own special version of Morse Code half of the time which results in incomprehension from both parties. Which can be inconvenient. I've been trying to master the art of clarification ever since. But you know, the universe is four-dimensional. Everything seems relative. Except for the speed of light. So don't blame me if you don't understand. I haven't blogged for ages! :O MPP Debate was done and over with; it was fun, and ACSI & Nanyang deserved the Best Speaker Awards. They are damn good speakers.
Didn't win anything but who cares, it was entertaining and all the team discussions (mainly diversions) that led to it were plain wacky. :) And also, it was my first time going up to debate in a proper formal setting. :O

AAAARGH now I can sleep at 9pm and pay up all the sleep debt.

Why's no one going to Lit Sem? I have a tenuous belief in certain things which are not sometimes self-deprecatory in certain outcomes, but STILL...

Shall go sleep now. I want an ice-cream.
Batman: [about the Joker] Where is he?
Salvatore Maroni: Nobody knows, he came to us!
Batman: He must have friends!
Salvatore Maroni: [incredulous] Friends? Have you met this guy?


Batman: Don't let me find you out here again.
Brian: We're trying to help you!
Batman: I don't need help.
Dr. Jonathan Crane: Not in my diagnosis!
Brian: What gives you the right? What's the difference between you and me?
[Batman lowers himself into the Batmobile]
Batman: I'm not wearing hockey pads!


Batman: Then why do you want to kill me?
The Joker: [laughs] I don't want to kill you! What would I do without you? Go back to ripping off mob dealers? No, no, NO! No. You... you... complete me.
Batman: You're garbage who kills for money.
The Joker: Don't talk like one of them. You're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak, like me! They need you right now, but when they don't, they'll cast you out, like a leper! You see, their morals, their code, it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these... these civilized people, they'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve.
Batman: Where's Dent?
The Joker: You have all these rules, and you think they'll save you.


Bruce Wayne: People are dying, Alfred. What would you have me do?
Alfred Pennyworth: Endure, Master Wayne. Take it. They'll hate you for it, but that's the point of Batman, he can be the outcast. He can make the choice that no one else can make, the right choice.
Bruce Wayne: Well today I found out what Batman can't do. He can't endure this. Today you get to say "I told you so."
Alfred Pennyworth: Today, I don't want to.
[pauses for several moments]
Alfred Pennyworth: But I did bloody tell you.


Australia (2008)
Lady Sarah Ashley: Just because it is, doesn't mean it should be.


Patrick Bateman: There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.


from www.imdb.com
I am slacking like mad and feeling completely guilt-less about it when I should be doing Bio PT, catching up on Physics and what-not. Playing Word Challenge, Typing Maniac, googling novel plots/movie plots/characters, Youtubing Nihagiya.

Nowadays I seem to have this fascination with the concept of dual personality. Famous (or controversial) writers from the past have dwelt on this topic and left enough material for modern day lit enthusiasts/philosphers/psychologists/bored people to ponder on...

Consider Dr Jekyll and Hyde, The Picture of Dorian Grey, Frankenstein, American Psycho and the characterisation of the Green Goblin in Spider Man (in the film, not the Marvels Comic). All of them explore the concept of "the other". Metaphorically, yin and yang, but a twisted version. Within the characters themselves, there are two strong personalities -- the good and the bad -- repelling each other, not quite being able to reconcile due to opposing natures of these "personalities". Mathematically, a pair of parallel lines continuing for ever without meeting.

The characters exhibit this need to "save" their built-up reputation and the physical facade whilst they indulge in violent activities to get "high". They want and need the best of both worlds because if they lose their footing in either one, their whole identity collapses; the two repelling personalities within themselves dictate WHO they are, and shifting the focus so that one personality overcomes the other turns them into a completely different person altogether.

What drives this divide between the lines -- or the personalities -- is insecurity, be it fear of aging, fear of being ignored, of losing out in the cut-throat competition of who is the most better-off, fear of losing popularity, or of losing other people's adoration and obsession. So they kill in order to feel in control, in order to eliminate rivals, and to avenge for loved ones. Or they (in the case of Frankenstein) create in order to be at the top without competition. In a sense they have a childlike nature; they want to be the centre of the spotlight (in a positive way), and when their wishes are denied, they become manipulative of others in order to achieve their goal. Metaphorically, throwing tantrums -- crying, bawling their eyes out, making a lot of noise or sometimes merely sniffling with watery eyes -- to make those with power abide by their requests (alright, maybe I am going too far).

From those characters, spewed countless other literary formations of people from upper class society taking drugs/self-mutilating secretively/engaging in any other very instinctive animal behavior as a reprieve from ordered civilisation with set expectations. Or to find order in a chaotic society where everyone is in the rat race. To make the tumultous situations of these characters understandable (it seems), the characters are teen-aged. The period when people become much more attuned to surrounding emotions, have whole new perspectives on how the world operates, become rebellious to authority figures and have hormone rush (according to adult observations). Basically the Romantic Period.

Where did the authors get the inspiration from? Did the evolution of society into distinctive classes by the money or the looks they have (not strength anymore as used to in perhaps the caveman days) with the introduction of technology give rise to characters who show contempt for every class but yet tries hard to fit in because they don't want to be physically isolated? If you feel mentally isolated, then why would physical isolation matter... because of the need for physical intimacy, although the mind cannot connect?


The way that the characters handle the two extreme opposites within themselves -- like an angel and a demon whispering things on either side of the shoulder, commonly depicted in cartoons and olden plays like Merchant of Venice -- without breaking themselves is fascinating. Where they came from, I still don't know but would like to find out.
I should really try to fight my instincts sometimes. So many lost chances in the past and present.

Talking (not in the strictest sense) to you is like liquid fire.




I want to sleep but can't because the damn brain refuses to let my mind rest!
HMPH, as if it has been of any good to me lately.


I wish...
Tag Reply/ies (if you even call this a reply)

Right. My blog shall be clean from now onwards. Since this is the hundredth, it shall mark a new revolution of wholesome (possibly weekly)observations and reflections that are at least remotely interesting (without containing any strange elements -- I hope).

I can imagine what those poor souls must have been feeling when they were posted to the wrong dorms. :O It's annoying when people make mistakes like that, although it isn't their fault.

Adam Lambert and his amazing gender-bending singing.

I have never been so lit-ty (as May would put it) before in my entire life as compared to the almost past two weeks. Reading poetry and plays most of the time and taking a hot bath/sleeping/minimal studying rest of the time.
I like Jocelyn Chua's Restless and Other Plays. Prefer Cyril Wong's poems to Ng Yi Sheng's poems though. The latter doesn't seem to be as fluid or as beautiful in its simplicity. Not that his poems are even simple. I gave up on reading Last Boy because I couldn't comprehend the first few at all. I shall try reading them again. Out loud.

It's a peculiar feeling to read and compare Ng Yi Sheng's CAP poems to his poems in his first published poetry collection. As expected, I relate much more to the poems he composed when he was...fifteen? sixteen? He sounds like a completely different person in Last Boy. Not sure whether it's for the positive or negative.

As far as I can foresee, not much studying in an academic school sense would be done over the June hols. :/
CAP is over. I seriously miss certain moments....

Famous quotes from CAP:

Greg (to a male CAPper): You are so stupid. Why did you come out of the girls' toilet? You should have stayed in there secretively!

Rohan: Eh, I am very sexy okay!

Eleanor: Guys, if you are not an early riser, can you please don't lock your dorm door? Just latch it so that we would at least KNOW that you are safe in your bed when you don't turn up for breakfast. If you are in the habit of sleeping naked, can you, you know, please put some clothes on before you sleep, just for tonight?

During poetry writing workshop....

Person A: How do you write an epic poem on a movie ticket???!!
Person B: Like that lah!! (points to epic poem on a movie ticket written by Person C)

Facilitator: Come on you guys. No sitting on fences. Decide whether this is a poem or a prose piece.
Person B: Guys can't sit on fences.
Person C: Ouch.
Faciliator: THAT was a totally tasteless humor.

Person B: I am very unfit. I must go for my nightly jog tonight.
Person A: Are you serious?
Person C: The councillors are damn scary. If they catch you out of your bed....


During Art Exhibition...
Me: The guests never look at our artwork. Not a single one of them. They are just walking past as if it is a background!
Tian Jiao: Well, you know, I have a brilliant plan. Why don't you pretend to have solely created this artwork? Then I will walk past nonchanlantly until I see our artwork, and then I will go, "Oh my gosh, isn't this just AMAZING?"

Guest: Why is there a random alien cut-out here? Do you dream of aliens and UFOs?
Me: In our dreams, yes.

hmmm there were much more... never mind, shall continue later.
The ending of Pride and Prejudice seriously cheated my feelings. An old good-natured guy with a crowning glory of white laughing away joyously with cheery sunlight streaming in from the window is nostalgic and cheery in a way when taken arbitrarily, but you put that as the climax and you will get agonised screaming from 313.

The alternative ending was... == o.O T.T

Elizabeth Bennett: No, don't call me "dear". That's what my father calls me when he is something something something (can't remember)

Mr Darcy: Then what shall I call you?

Elizabeth: Mrs Darcy, when you are happy. (or something along these lines)

Mr Darcy: Mmmm, Mrs Darcy...(kisses her cheek),Mrs Darcy (kisses her forehead), Mrs Darcy (kisses her cheek again), Mrs Darcy (kisses her nose).

And then the credits come rolling in.

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Offtopic, I wonder why we don't call it pianoforte? It sounds much nicer.