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. Thanks, Xinyuan, for providing publicity. ;D Most of the time I visit your blog, my head is filled with politics. And the amazing thing is that most of the time, I don't know what on earth is going on up there in the Blue House in Seoul, South Korea. Should try a shot at becoming an Active Citizen of my own country from where I am. Here's a funky (and maybe sick) letter to Xinyuan!

Dear Xinyuan,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realised it when your dwarf bit me in your apartment and I saw you sit on my mustard souffle. I'm sure you are frostbitten enough to understand that I did a sex-change. I'm returning your ring to you, but I will keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked eggplant-fetishism.
In pain,
Yoon Jung

THIS is the truth: I NEVER did a sex-change (exchange, maybe, but NOT sex-change). And I am not an arsonist who loves to burn oil. And I totally disagree on eggplant-fetishism. Eggplant-fetishism is HIGHLY disturbing. Go ahead and laugh on the funky color of my undies. .__.

Yours truly,
Yoony
When would dodos cry?

Seating in front of you with a blank face,
I wonder why I bothered to make the appointment at all.
I persuaded myself that there would be direct communication,
direct understanding, and no jetlag. No caffeine or sugar.
I’ve travelled a long way, you know,
pinning down my destination with a poisoned dart from the very beginning,
taking only water and a pen as what the guidebooks call “supplies”.
Sure, there had been a few motels along the way
But they provided a reprieve from the endless stretch of road,
the unchanging scenery and the grueling sun.
Surely, you would understand that?

I’ve deceived myself into thinking that
I was roaming the crowded streets of Paris in my convertible.
Being someone older, someone comfortable in her own shoes.
Yes, it was merely a fantasy, but we all have our fantasies, something
which we live on. Don’t you think so?
Whilst I was travelling and fantasizing, I came across a U-Turn sign.
That was something which I haven’t seen for days.
I had been travelling along a lone endless stretch of road, you see,
Just to see you.
So the U-Turn sign made me stop and wonder;
should I stop cutting corners or should I stop encroaching?
Day by day I was encroaching nearer and nearer upon your territory,
with no knowledge that I was Arriving. I only thought I was Coming.

I should have been delighted. But encroaching,
that was such a dreadful word. I was unsure,
uncertain and lost. Yes, lost.
I was standing in the middle of a yellow, snake-like road
With a clear path ahead, and yet, I was lost.
It was terrifying. The fact that I created the road terrified me.
I had believed the exact opposite of the truth until Then.
I was lost because I didn’t know how to go on from there;
I didn’t know what I wanted, what I wanted to achieve.
Why was I there in the first place? I had no Purpose,
no sense of direction. I was in No Man’s Land.
I sorely wanted to ask you a question, but that question fled my mind at the word:
Encroaching.

It seemed all wrong. It tasted all wrong.
I thought that people are meant to Discover on their quest to
Find you. Or if they didn’t Discover in their quest, they got the answer
from you in the end. It was all written down in the guidebook.
So why was this happening? I sat down in the middle of my road,
And thought about Everything and Nothing. How everything seemed okay
when I was at the merry-go-round, waving at Dad’s camera.
And then you came.
I don’t mean to cause offence, but your arrival didn’t fire hope in my heart,
Nor did it bring enlightenment. I felt like air; sensitive to things going around me,
But devoid of emotions. Yes, not even indifference.

I guess I should be going now. The apple juice doesn’t taste quite right.
Did you add artificial coloring inside?
Anyway, have a nice day. You seem tired yourself;
You haven’t opened your mouth since your arrival.
I know that it is tiring to talk sometimes.
I did learn something from my travel, so I have something to thank you for.
One last thing, this is the question I had wanted to ask:
When would the dodos cry?
I am feeling lonely, anxious, a tad bit angry, and indifferent.

I am seriously pissed off with a certain 10-year-old.

and my life is not for you to map out.
I have a writer's block. NOOOOOOOOOOOO.

I have no idea why words simply LOVE to elude me.
okay, this is sort of anti-climax (read the post below first). I saw Amelia's tag after I published the post so...

Here goes!

1.What is your full name?
My full name is too beautiful to write it down here.

2.Are you single?
Like yeah, I am totally hooked up.

3.What is your favorite number(s)?
One, because one comes first. And seven, the lucky seven.

4.What is/are your favorite colour?
Sapphire blue, navy blue, sky blue, baby blue, emerald green, baby pink, light purple, violet and light brown. No, not light brown. I love the colour of the sand on the beach. Not a deep blue beach but that of a shimmering, clear beach. The sand from that kind of beach, get it?

5.Least favorite colours?
Beige, dark brown, and black. I am sorry, but black just reminds of... funerals, sorrow, cunning, night, and all else which is dark. Like black cats. I have a black shirt, but it has a cute M on it (initial for Mickey Mouse) so I like it.

6.What are you thinking now?
I must write. I must get inspirations. And in order for me to have inspirations, I need to have miracles, incidents, or coincidences. Swimming did me a lot of good, but I need more than that. I need to talk with someone. Man, I want to see a night sky filled with stars (I love stars. Okay, that was random.). I want to go to the library. But I want to read my book and stop thinking about how I must write because time is slowly running out. I feel lonely nowadays. I want something exciting to happen this holiday. Something exciting and positive. Darn it, when I try to gather my thoughts, they shoot out all the place from underneath my grasp and refuse to become a cohesive whole.

7.Are you happy with your life right now?
I don't know, and that's the problem. I feel absolutely nothing. Nada. No contentment, no satisfaction, no unhappiness, no sorrow, no anger, no indifference. Just this hollow empty feeling in my gut which comes as close as possible to loneliness. I want to be happy (who doesn't?) but sometimes, I am afraid.

8. What are your favorite subjects in school?
Biology, Literature, English, Maths, Philosophy and Aesthetics. And well History. But I only like CERTAIN historical topics, like the study of the dynasties, the French Revolution, the Victorian and Elizabethan era, Renaissance, 14th century France (basically, the medieval era). For Geography, I like learning more about volcanoes, hurricanes, and other natural disasters. Population studies was pretty interesting, but I suck at it. o.O Well, Geography on the whole isn't my fav.

9. Do you shop at malls?
Sometimes. FINE. Seldom.

10. Where do you wish to be at right now?
At a balcony seated in a comfortable reclining chair with a view of a clear beach with white sands and vibrantly green palm trees gently waving in the breeze. With a glass of hot chocolate and a magazine in my hands. In a bungalow. And there's the pleasant sound of la musique classique from the radio deep within the living room. Before I get carried away, NEXT QUESTION.

11. What should you be doing now?
I am free to do as I will. I have every right to do so.

12. Do you have any crush on anyone?
That's a complex question. I once misprounced crush as "crunch". Define what you CLEARLY mean as crush, STRIP the word until not a single hidden nuance is present, and THEN I will give the answer to you.

13. When was the last time you bought a clothing item?
this is the most insignificant question i have come across so far. are you sure you want to know?

14. When was the last thing you drank?
Poison. Geddit? LAST.

15. Do you hate liars? Do you hate backstabbers?
Oh, I simply LOVE THEM. Aren't they so ADORABLE???? I am especially partial to backstabbers.

16. Can you make yourself sneeze?
For what? So as to spread the darn flu? THAT won't profit me in any way, so of course I won't do that.

17. Do you fall for people easily?
I used to. Now, not really. Appearances aren't everything.

18. What does your last text msg read?
Nat asking me whether I am free to watch Nights In Rodanthe with her today.

19. Are you too forgiving?
Ho ho ho. Ask my sister. Ya think I am a forgiving person? I may say, 'It's okay' but THAT might mean a totally different thing, m'dear.

20. How many windows are open on your computer?
One. And 6 tabs. Welcome to 21st century Internet.

21. Who was your last call from?
My CCA batchmate. I don't get many callers now, do I? Ah, sad ole lonely me. No callers at all indeed. (grin) You know the olden meaning of a caller?

22. What do you do with most of your time?
Breathe, blink, slack around, eat, sleep, read, read, read, surf the Internet and daydream and sleep.

23. Will you and your ex get back together again?
Considering that _____ wasn't a proper _______ to begin with, there's no chance. And I don't really want to anyway. Not now.

24. Do you sleep with the TV on?
Are you mad? Do you know how much THAT would cost?

25. Which of your close friends live the closest?
You think I am a tracker? Sorry mate, to have disappointed you.

26. Which item could you not live during the day?
Nothing. Except water, food, air and money.

27. Would you share a drink with a stranger?
Would YOU?

28. How was your weekend?
I wish that weekends would last forever and ever. Does that answer the question?

29. Do you believe ex(s) can be friends?
Of course (not)! You know how bad double Xs look on a paper?

30. The last person you quarrelled with?
My sister. Isn't that obvious?

31. The way to win your heart?
Just be wonderful and human. Seriously. A playful incarnation of all that's good. Everyone does have their own flaws. I bet most of you don't understand.

32. What did you do last night?
OHHHHHH. Such an INTERESTING question. What did I do last night? What did I do? WHAT DID YOON JUNG DO? Sleep. DUH! I slept for 25 hours. From 7pm to 8am.

33. Do you have the same name as one of your relatives?
No. That would be horrible. I am a unique person.

34. Are you looking for boyf/girlf?
Sure. I paste Wanted signs all over Singapore.

35. One song that is meaningful to you?
Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson.

36. Do you twirl or scoop your spaghetti?
Twirl.

37. Do you drink milk straight from the carton?
Okay, I would disgust Amelia with my answer. I do. And I usually finish the carton in two days. I don't see anything wrong with it, but I guess some ppl might find it disgusting, like how certain ppl don't mind sharing drinks whilst others do.

38. How long is your hair?
shoulder-length. I like it shoulder-length SO THERE.

39. Do you like batman?
That's based on appearances, so I shan't answer. The guy who's holding the bat at the baseball field shouldn't merely be judged by his looks.

40. Who was the last person who told you that they loved you?
Esther (the lim). I love you too, dear. And I love you, Amelia, don't be so sad.

41. When was the last time you sang out loud?
Dunno. Can't remember. Does it matter? Half the time I am deaf from the din the rest of the family makes.

42. What did you have for breakfast?
Rice with seaweed soup, kimchi, pork, lettuces, and tomatoes. Yes, Koreans have rice in the morning.

43. Is your birthday on a holiday?
Sometimes, it's on a Good Friday. Which proves that I am a Good Girl.

44. Can you cook?
Yes but my sis is still afraid to trust me. How sad. Anyone can cook, actually. It's just that for some people, they are especially skilled at making rock cakes.

45. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?
In the first place, I am wearing my pyjamas, not a shirt. And by pyjamas, I mean a knee-length pinafore-like dress which is light and comfortable. I don't wear pants at home.

46. What was the reason for the last troubles you were in?
For being present.

47. which do you wear more? sweats or jeans?
sweats.

48. when is your birthday?
(note that the questions are not properly capitalised now. I am tired.)
25th March 1994. Get that drilled into your head.

49. Do you swear a lot?
When I am damn angry. Ask Charisse. She was my temporary partner for SMP.

50. When was your first alcoholic drink?
When I was seven years old. My uncle poured a small cup of spirit (you know, the cups Japanese people use for tea sometimes), and gave me a sip. I don't remember the taste. Anyway, my mum frets that I am like my uncle (who is my mum's younger brother) sometimes. He was a bit wild when he was young (according to mum, but she does tend to exaggerate things sometimes).

51. Do you have any regrets?
Yeah. Don't make me cry. I mourned for four lives. I never got to give a proper good bye.

52. Who would you like to see now?
Everyone. I feel like hugging them all.

53. Have the cops ever come to your house?
No. When THAT happens, the earth will crack from all the wailing and din.

54. Are you a social or anti-social person?
I have split personality. So of course I have varying shades of both. And both extremes as well.

55. Who are your best friends? Are you still friends with them?
Define best friends. I am still friends with my friends.

56. Ever been in love?
It's difficult to differentiate between obsession, infatuation, love, affection and attraction, really. Both parties may be falsely led to believe that which may not hold true, and THAT complicates things further. Since I am saying this, you know my answer.

57. Ever had braces?
No. But I would have. In JC. Horror.

58. What do you wear to bed?
Sometimes I... you don't want to know.

59. Who was the last person who disappointed you?
I won't say the name.

60. Do you trust people?
Not really. When I get to know them slowly, or if they are in a "trust-able" position, such as classmates or teachers, I guess I do trust them. Sometimes too readily. Luckily, I met lots of good ppl with good intentions, not the other way round.

61. Who was the first person you talk to today?
Claire. Then Amelia. And Xinyuan. I apologise to them all for my insanity and improper conduct.

62. Who was the first person who text you today?
How bout someone called No one?

63. What was the first thing you did today?
Woke up. Then had a thirty-minute bath. I wasn't too well. Sleeping 25 hours isn't THAT good for your health.

64. Ten people to tag:
Everyone who reads this.

Bye bye~
Local French Immersion Programme at lycee francais de singapour.

First day. Vaulting (for Gym), Biology (information de genetique -- albinos and multiplication de cellules, chromatides and chromosomes), Advanced English (summary of chapters 48-51 in Pride and Prejudice), Education Civique (study of the French Republic and examination of the definitions of republic and democratic) and Maths (Theoreme de Thales).

Second day. Latin (a short ten-minute quiz and then study on restons modeste in the Latin textbook), German, French (study of the text Bel-Ami and a comprehension on the text), Maths (Theoreme de Thales continued), Technology (construction of a wooden model car -- aesthetique et originalite de la voiture created virtually on a computer) and English (viewing of "important" moments in Pride and Prejudice -- where Elizabeth visited Pemberley and received Jane's letter regarding Lydia's elopement with Wickham).

You know, I love Pride and Prejudice, but being "forced" to "examine" or rather, "memorise" certain parts of the book takes the joy out of reading it. Or maybe it's just the clinical classroom setting. Or just the general lack of interest which is vibrant in the atmosphere. My English partner thought that I was very smart during English class (note that it is ONLY English class, which is ONE class that I CAN understand perfectly besides Gym), because well, I told him most of what I knew and most of what I knew was what the teacher wanted to hear, or what was the "model" answer. But it's not because I have some "excellent ability at analysing literary texts" (because then, I would have shone in my Lit gpas). I mean, when you read a novel, you don't think too much. Reading must come to a person as natural as breathing. You don't THINK when you breathe. It's just what you DO.

And of course, reading involves all the excitement, anticipation, sadness, sorrow, gaiety, anxiety, and thrill. Indifference is a reaction too. When I read a book, I engage with it, but the process is all natural. I mean, one shouldn't STRAIN oneself to engage with a book; you shouldn't be able to hear yourself asking,"Okay. So now I must ask what happens. I must perceive the author's characterisation and the themes." That's so UNNATURAL, ARTIFICIAL, FORCED. You aren't enjoying yourself, you are detaching your emotions and "personal" involvement with the book.

So at the end, when you are finished with the book, you ponder about it for a while, like you might do at the end of a film, unconsciously leaving some important details (what is important to YOU) deeply ingrained in your memory, and when a situation arrives which need your immediate attention and energy, and when that memory of the book uncannily surfaces, you might wonder at its contents, and view the book at a new perspective. Till then, you might forget about the book, that memory tucked deeply in a corner of your mind.

That's how it's been with me for all the books I read. To force someone to MEMORISE certain parts of the book is a terrible thing to do.

Trashy books are an experience. But hopefully, one doesn't become insane because of them (like good Sir Don Quixote did). Should you be feeling terrible, sick or sad, pick up a trashy, light-hearted book, and have a good laugh. Of course, buy books which are worth the value.

I want a White Chocolate cookie with a glass of Cloudy Apple juice. No better still, I want pancakes cooked in apple brandy. To curl up infront of a fireplace with a good book in hand and a plate of pancakes in the other, with a friendly, witty companion(s)....

I am daydreaming.
I LOVE the penguins in Madagascar 2. :)
(WARNING: Just in case you are very particular about NOT knowing ANYTHING about this movie because you are going to watch it. Yeah. I know that the previous sentence is grammatically wrong.)
"This is your captain speaking. I have good news and bad news. The good news is that we are landing immediately. The bad news is that we are crashlanding."
"Sir, we have a problem. The red light is blinking.Engine 1 has already been demolished. And engine 2 is running low on fuel." (or something to that extent)
"Well then, pass me the manual." *crashes the blinking light with the manual so that it blinks no more*
"Okay, Rico, you had your fun. Now kiss it." (the Rico guy was reading the manual intently whilst the plane was NOSEDIVING straight at the ground VERTICALLY)
*Rico maneuvers the plane JUST IN TIME. Plane is parallel to the ground. Going rough.*
"I SAID, KISS IT!"
"So, how are you EXACTLY going to fix the plane?"
"Oh, using a lot of duct tape."
"WHAT?! How long are you going to take?"
"Oh, around 69 months."
"WHAT?! 69 MONTHS???!!!"
"No. 6-TWO-9 months."
"Sir, we are delayed."
"To how long?"
"We should be able to fix the plane in 69 years."
"69 YEARS?!"
"No, Sir. 6-TWO-nine years."
Watching it with Charissy was fun. I think Charisse was HIGHLY amused.
The scene where Motor Motor (or Motto Motto or whatever) FLIRTED with Gloria the Hippo was so ...
"So, your name is Moto Moto?"
(deep and husky) "Yeah, my name is so hot that you repeat it twice." (or something to that extent)
When they are dating...
(the Moto Moto guy plucking off petals from a flower) "She loves my chestiness, she loves my health. She loves my bod, she loves..." (Okay, I shan't continue.)
Really really amusing. You should bring along a handkerchief if you are the type who snorts at this kind of stuff. Well you have to discreetly hide the snot SOMEWHERE...

Hm. With certain people, you get to know a lot about them when you talk to them online. Another side of them, I suppose (and no, I am not talking about predators online or anything. I am talking about friends.) I promised someone so I shan't blog about it. :)

Oh yeah, RJC offers foot reflexology and head & shoulder massage to promote the physical well-being of its students. xD Amazing.

For the most part, I am happy that my dad's here. I will reply tags soon!

Thanks Gloria & Charisse for your advice. :) I've made my decision (well, actually, it's pretty made up by other external forces.) But if I hadn't handed in that application, I sure would have regretted it. Thanks so much, guys!
Peanut butter may not be as harmless as you think.
Zac Efron: "I like my girls chunky, like peanut butter."
He's bad influence, I am telling you.

My sis was playing Adventure Quest. And I was amazed at the creativeness of the person who came up with all the names for the monsters.
Worm Rider (Dragon Rider sounds so much better. I mean, who on earth would want to ride an earthworm?), Snayle (which ACTUALLY looked like a snail. WOW), Axe Knight (who indeed became an ex-knight after my sis "killed" him) and many more which I forgot.

I seriously want to go to Borders with someone. I am feeling cooped up at home.

Sleepless nights. The heat is almost choking me every night.
I like peanut butter.
I discovered that Charisse is actually a vampire in disguise.
She watches interesting shows, where a lady's name is La Femme (French for The Lady).
When I mention Mendel, she mentions Mendelsshon. When I mention Michael Crichton, she mentions Isaac Asimov.
When I mention Thalassemia Major, she mentions theremin.
We obviously have different interests.

Next thing I know, I might be discussing the Human Genome Project whilst she talks about Leonardo Da Vinci's paintings.

Mind, I do like art, philo, lit, world history and world religion. But the context was wrong.
If we had been doing Philo Enrichment, talking about bioethics would have been thrilling.
At least there would be a common ground then. :P
I know who Charisse's idol is.
Was feeling bored.

You Are 36% Sociopath

From time to time, you may be a bit troubled and a bit too charming for your own good. It's likely that you're not a sociopath... just quite smart and a bit out of the mainstream!

People Envy Your Compassion

You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain. People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.

Thank you, thank you.

You Are 60% Weird

You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!

Thanks a lot, man. Nice picture to go with it somemore.

You Are 20% Obsessive

You're less prone to obsessive thoughts than the rest of the world. While you do get hung up from time to time, you're excellent at clearing your mind.

Your Quirk Factor: 54%

You're a pretty quirky person, but you're just normal enough to hide it. Congratulations - you've fooled other people into thinking you're just like them!

Nice picture.

You Are the Ego

You take a balanced approach to your life. You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones. But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does. You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess.

You Have a Melancholic Temperament

Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything. You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life. You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you. Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace. You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life. Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times. At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you. You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others. You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.

True.

You Are 47% Manic

You are definitely super charged, and your energy is infectious! Your mania is something to be proud of. You wouldn't be you without it. Just make sure not to give into that self destructive streak of yours.

Your Attitude is Better than 65% of the Population

You have a good attitude. While a realist, you do see the positive side of most things. People love to be around you.

Gracias.

You Are Disturbingly Profound

You're contemplative, thoughtful, and very intense. Taking time to figure out the meaning of life is a priority for you. Because you're so introspective, you often react in ways that surprise people. No one can really understand how you are on the inside... and that disturbs them.

Thanks a lot, man. Now I realised that I am disturbing (not only through this quiz).
Muahahaha.

There Are 0 Gaps in Your Knowledge

Where you have gaps in your knowledge: No Gaps! Where you don't have gaps in your knowledge: Philosophy Religion Economics Literature History Science Art

I want to go Borders with someone someday. :)
Quantum of Solace was enjoyable with Amelia and Nat around. Poor Nat.
She was covering her face with the tub of salty popcorns during these "scenes" where the "action takes place" -- quoting Ms Leow. Nights in the Rodanthe definitely have these "scenes" too, Nat! :P
Anyway, I agree that the song played in the beginning of the movie, 'Another Way To Die" is definitely weird. Even weirder than me.
And all the feminine figures rising up from the sand whilst Daniel Craig stands in the middle looking befuddled... WEIRD!!!
I am feeling frustrated with the scene where James Bond just leaves the party with the Bolivian lady, leaving behind Strawberry Fields (okay, her name is weird but STILL, she was left behind and was DROWNED IN OIL WHILST BOND HAPPILY RUNS OFF. And he had seduced her in the first place!! Sheesh. To have slept with her and discard her just like that. The missing link in the film implied as much.)
I like Indiana Jones better.
I hate rain. And lightning.
I am feeling pissed off.
Have been feeling pissed off majorly whilst being
cooped up in a house with no air, and too many insects.
I am becoming a stranger in my own family.
And I am cool with it, since engaging in any family matter
means more quarrels, more yelling, more frustration, and
depression.
I will be embarrassed if someone I know turns up at my door.
Everything centres around grades, material stuff.
Apparently I spend too much money, I am online too long,
I bathe too long, I don't study at all, I am not resourceful enough,
I am not helpful at all, doesn't care what happens to my sister,
is totally emotionless and unloving.
It goes on and on.
All the insects eventually died.
I will surprised if I can find a single living animal in our house.
They are probably smothered by the atmosphere in my house.
I actually envy you if you can hold a proper conversation with your
parents for five minutes without discussing grades or money.
Or how bleak your future is going to be, looking at the present.
Of course, no one within my family realises that they are holding me
under water.
I ceased to care.
I tried, and I found out that the best method is just to clam up. Because
expecting the sentiment to be reciprocated is totally hopeless. Laughable.
So call me an emotionless creature, someone who refuse to love her own family.
The accusation won't even be valid.

I wish you knew, just how much pain I am in. How confused and hopeless I am.