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. Amelia: Nope. The post below wasn't my OBS post. I was feeling too emo to post about OBS.
Maggie: HI! :D (big grin,waves very enthusiastically)
Claire: Dear, I KNOW that you read my blog (you do, don't you?)

OBS was okay, I guess. Not bad. The food wasn't too bad (You can never go wrong with MAGGIE Mee). Dinners were romantic. Torchlight dinners (torchlight hanging from the branches overhead casting light on the dinner so that we can SEE what we are eating). At the last part of The Witch, The Lion and The Wardrobe (Narnia, in short), the movie shows you Aslan the Great Lion taking a leisurely stroll along the beach before pulling off his disappearing act (mind, I am not talking about Merlion here). Somehow, that image of Aslan interspersed with the not-so-grand image of a stray dog scrounging for food along the beach. Which was the true case at Pulau Ubin.

I didn't realise the importance of an Internet until just now. How far-reaching the withdrawal symptoms can be.

Sec 3 is a killer life time table year. Or the beginning of such yearS. eeeek, KJC. I mean, JC. Not KFC.

See what eleven pm does to my brain.
Well, I never saw a person using the MOELC online portal as a medium for confessing his/her(although I doubt very much that girls will do that) love to someone. F3.12 indeed.

Everyone has his or her sense of rootedness -- the emotional, social and pyschological "home base" -- but you are taking it to the extreme. Do you realise what you are doing to the person whom you are dragging down with? We are not primary school students anymore. We are NOT back to basics, but building on what we've already built. It's too late to try assuaging your own crumbling structure by demolishing everything and starting on foundation again. It's ruthless to attempt to build the foundation by smothering someone in the process. Sacrificing someone you barely know just so that you have that sense of "home" is being horribly selfish, don't you think so? I believe it's time for you to learn how to build on your own. We are not little tots or squabbling kids anymore. If you persist in believing your own reality, you would end up hurting me and yourself. Haven't you already noticed the cracks? It wouldn't do anyone much good to fill in the cracks with blood as a substitute for cement. Please. It's upper sec, for Pete's sake. Not a primary school.
I do have my own sense of self-preservation. If you still refuse to believe in the truth, I will have to make you realise it in a very emotionally painful manner, which I do not want to do.

Please wake up.
They should just fuse Literature with Philosophy. Makes life so much easier.
If you understand this, yoony shall officially crown you as the Smartest Person I've Ever Met.

Lit hw:
1. List 3 features of Gothic/Romantic/Science fiction.
2. How does Frankenstein exemplify these characteristics?
3. How does Frankenstein deviate from the Gothic/Romantic/Science fiction?

Features of Gothic:
1. Gothic Literature involves both elements of horror and romance.
2. It arouses thrill and fear by portraying humans’ darkest fears which are both irrational and rational.
3. It calls for a change in society.

Mary Shelley exemplifies the elements of horror and romance in Frankenstein by endowing the natural human desire of wanting to be accepted and the fear of being outcast due to differences (differences here meaning deviations from a certain set standard) to the monster in the story. It has once been said that a human’s greatest fear is not death, but of being different from others. This seems justifiable as all of us have our own prejudice which stem from ignorance. Perhaps not being exposed to something which is different from our own way of life or past experiences triggers our fear of the unknown. Mary Shelley plays on this fear to exaggerate the reality that prejudice can destroy us if we let our primal nature get the better of us (our primal nature being the herd mentality – follow the group) and thus, causes her readers to contemplate on the frightening consequences of both playing with nature and destroying what/who we truly do not know.

(if you understand this, you are normal. :P 'cause I wrote that myself. xD sorry to disappoint. Now, if you understand the BELOW, you are a GENIUS. And please do contact me to explain the full meaning of the BELOW.)

(this was taken from website for research but I honestly don't know how to synthesize this because I don't understand this in the first place)

In addition, Frankenstein deviates from gothic conventions in its particular invitations to use induction, and strategies to frustrate such reasoning.
Induction:
Logic.
a. any form of reasoning in which the conclusion, though supported by the premises, does not follow from them necessarily.


Dictionary,com. Wikiepdia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gothic http://www.erudit.org/revue/ron/2006/v/n44/013998ar.html

If you understand that, PLEASE tell me FIRST.

That sums up impression of first week of school.
Madame was the inspiration for this poem. Amelia would know what I am talking about. :) (and no, I didn't fall asleep during French. Neither was Madame wearing heels. The poem is about APPEARANCES - unfortunately something which our French textbook AUTHOR is obsessed with on a literal level)

What do YOU dream of? "Appearances can be deceiving."

Multiverse
Looking out the window of the stifling classroom,
You see…
A cluster of trees? Athletes at an indoor stadium? A cloudy sky?

Blinking away sleep with your guerilla band of paper cuts,
You refocus.
Yet, whispers of the other reality murmur in your ear still.

Oblivious to the click-click of heels inching towards your reality,
You stare open-mouthed at…
The trees dancing? The gladiators at the arena? A star-studded sky?
This was the critical moment in my life. The realisation.

It hit me as I was changing my blogskin that my blog URL doesn't match the current blogskin.

This is a serious, introspective matter. The moment for me to reflect on my seemingly boundless creativity of the olden days and mourn for the loss of the Rainbow Child. Creativity zilching. It must be the sign that my brain is undergoing a revolution. Or that the Brain is growing infinitely old. Rules co-exist with denial and exceptions, after all.

Chucking THE moment aside (air travels from high pressure to low pressure enviroment - who cares about the phrasing), 2009 seems daunting.
Therefore my choice of blogskin. It will be a source of inspiration every time I visit it.

2009 started off with a roar. Talking about hospital horrors with great ppl until late at night (well, during the hols, 11pm is considered late - to me), was AWESOME. Exceptional sense of sacarsm + wittiness + humor + melodrama + wild imagination = GREAT CONVERSATION and INSTANT THERAPY. Awesome is overused by RGS' standards (thanks to who, I wonder). After that AWESOME convo with spastic ppl (they were a friendly, COOL - both literally and figuratively in one case - and imaginative lot), I went for a night stroll around the condo's swimming pool which is covered with floating, dead mosquitoes, leaves, snails and what-nots.

That's how I graced 2009.

My New Year resolutions:
-STAY OUT OF TROUBLE
-Meet deadlines for everything (and I mean EVERYTHING. No rushing hw in the morning - is that possible?)
-BALANCE studying. For all subjects. (I never liked time tables. Or watches. Feel so restrained. But, oh well.)
-Make more friends, not acquaintaces (however you spell it)

The sooner I think in French, the better it will be. Going French-English-French is troublesome, time-consuming and bad for gpa. .__.

Trip Science and Lit. Love Lit, unsure about Chem. To my astonishment, I learned to like Physics. Perhaps there was an invisible bolt of lightning.
I just KNOW that I have foundation in Chem. It's just that the info won't come out of the brain, sir. It's stuck inside the skull. It's both thrilling and horrifying to concoct strange chemicals which emit puffs and ammonia. But it will turn out to be LETHAL if you don't know the equation describing the phenemonen.

Hm.

Bring it on, baby!