n. pl.reason or justification for being or existence
naomi jung
서여정, 三浦 なおみ
29 june 1992
ngee ann poly mass communications
Rorsharch ink blot
Pianist
J Tune Entertainment
& ooooh, Rain 비 = ♥
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Heart of God Church ♥ b41
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정지훈/Rain/Jihoon - the husband.
Faith/Spaz - the best friend.
Prisia/Siao - the other best friend.
Cheryl - Cooking mama
Joyce - Korean fanatic.
Brother (wenjun) - who has 10000000 brains
Hyun - Mr Smart-ass Korean.
Chew - Dear Leader.
Ajumma (아줌마) : Auntie
Ajusshi (아저씨) : Uncle
Chagiya/Yeobo (자기야/여보): Darling/Honey
Namja Chingu/Namchin (남자친구/남친) : boyfriend
Yeoja Chingu/Yeochin (여친/여자친구) : girlfriend
Hyung (형) : Older brother (for males)
Oppa (오빠) : Older brother, also can be used as "boyfriend" in a steady relationship (for females)
Nuna (누나) : Older sister (for males)
Onni (언니) : Older sister (for females)
Ssulung (썰렁) : "so cheesy/cold/lame" for cold jokes
Selca (셀카) : camwhore/self camera
Wang Ja (왕자) : 6 pack/washboard abs
♥ Heart Of God Church
♥ B and C Zone!
♥ donghaeng; Lord and Me
♥ Moi-même-Moitié
♥ amelia
♥ andrew lau!
♥ andrina
♥ anqi
♥ bellrarie!
♥ boxue!
♥ candy!
♥ cassandra!
♥ chew!
♥ clara!
♥ dajie
♥ darren!
♥ daryl!
♥ debrah
♥ faith, best friend!
♥ fedora!
♥ gabrielle!
♥ hinwen
♥ ivan!
♥ jasmine
♥ jia en!
♥ jia jia!
♥ jiayang!
♥ jia yun
♥ joanne!
♥ joyce
♥ kenneth!
♥ le raine
♥ ling
♥ liyin
♥ lucinda!
♥ marissa
♥ nadine!
♥ nelson!
♥ pearlyn
♥ peggy
♥ pei fen!
♥ pei jun
♥ reuben
♥ ruoen!
♥ ryan new!
♥ samantha!
♥ samantha whang
♥ sion; mr kimchi!
♥ shermaine!
♥ shihua
♥ shijin
♥ shizhe
♥ shumin
♥ shu xian/joe
♥ sofiana
♥ sophia
♥ sushian!
♥ sylvia!
♥ thea
♥ ting wei!
♥ trisha
♥ wanwen
♥ wei lai
♥ wendy
♥ winsome
♥ yi jing!
♥ yu xuan
♥ zhiyi!
♥ Abingdon Boys School
♥ Gackt
♥ Kenichi Matsuyama @ Horipro
♥ L'arc~En~Ciel
♥ Malice Mizer
♥ Namie Amuro
♥ S.K.I.N
♥ Big Bang
♥ DBSK Offical Site
♥ Epik High
♥ Rain's Company - J Tune Entertainment
♥ Rain's Company - J Tune Creative
♥ Rain's Offical Site
♥ Se7en
♥ Tablo
♥ Yiruma
♥ Gackt Dears
♥ Gackt Syndrome
♥ Rain Singapore
♥ Rain Union
♥ Sexy Bi
Blogs I read:
♥ Feet Man Seoul
♥ Joss Sticks
♥ K-popped!
♥ Lakeside Girl
♥ Mr Brown
♥ Mr Miyagi
♥ Mr Wang Says So
♥ PopSeoul!
♥ The Sartorialist
♥ Sibeh Sian
♥ Singaporean Mind
♥ Son of Singapore
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Layout: vehemency
Another celebrity bites the dust.
RIP, Choi Jin-shil.
She committed suicide because of internet remarks and rumors that she lent Ahn Jae Hwan, a fellow actor, US 2 mil to clear his debts... and which eventually led to his demise because he couldn't repay every single debt and this is too much for him... she leaves behind two children.
If one aspires to make it big in the korean entertainment industry, you must be able to handle a lot of flak. Lots of celebs have been committing suicide because of negative comments, derogatory terms and everything. Like U-nee, Jeong Da Bin...
Perhaps now God is giving me the training ground in this aspect, the real battle comes later, when I'm 20. They need God in there, I know.
Please, let's go through the last 3 months of 2008 without any more deaths. The passing of Turtleman, Kim Minsoo, Lee Eon, Ahn Jae Hwan... no more, no more.
라벨: sad
This period of time allowed me to reflect and I daresay it has been quite a carthatic experience. Thoughts of the other kind started to creep into my mind. Those little spies. Very Poignant Ones, at that. But they can be subdued. By Jesus, no one else.
I looked at the bright canary yellow hangings surrounding her, with Buddhist inscriptions all around and the slightly pungent smell of incense wafting from the joss sticks hitting my nostrils around the very same time as my thoughts penetrating my mind. I miss her so much, I realised. All the times that I have shared with her will be nothing but pleasant memories in my mind. It seemed like just yesterday she was up and about, coming over to my house to talk to me, while I was doing homework. And being the person I was, I didn't offer her anything to drink. She sat there, observing me as I did my homework before finally saying, "Guai guai du shu." Work hard.
Another incident that was so rooted in my mind was the time when my parents told my relatives that I was in Singapore's Brainiest and everyone immediately switched on and tuned in to that channel. She did so too. Even though she did not understand a word of English (the only one being "si-team", which means STEAM. As in steamed buns), she sat there for the whole one hour, watching me answer, smiling at me every single time I was on air.
One of the reasons why I want to be a celebrity is that I would like her to see me on TV, watching me act alongside Rain and Kwon Sang Woo and Hyun Bin, and smiling as I do my thang on international television. She loves to watch dramas, faithfully following every single series. I want her to see me on one of those and I know she would like me in it. I can feel it.
In times like these, I may seem strong on the outside. But one moment in time, the memories hit me. So strongly that I somehow succumb. The sense of loss is so tangible, to the extent that breathing seems practically impossible and sane becomes a non-existent word in Oxford's Dictionary.
I look at the gentle tendrils of smoke emitting from the joss stick and it wafts through the air, like a slack marionette string. Is it the very essence of the rosewood being spirited away? Are my thoughts able to follow it?
I miss her so much.
She's gone.
라벨: angry, confused, loss, sad
They said she had breathing difficulties.
Last time she would cook her Burbur Chacha, and her soups...
She's at SGH now...
Oh, please, don't, take her away.
라벨: sad
It's been 3 months on and I'm still missing you.
I remember the last time I spoke to you and saw you... was in the hospital and you were attempting to gross me out with the stitches on your stomach. I remember watching the cliched Korean drama with you and you hoped that you could see me marry Rain and I said yes you will don't talk nonsense. Then your best friend, auntie (sorry I have a very poor memory for names) came in with your favourite biscuits and you ate one and offered me another piece and it was time for me to go and I said bye see you again soon hang in there you will be okay.
The next time I saw you, I was crying, sweat and tears mingling on dry skin... and on the flat glass pane.
I still think of you. I wonder, what is death like? How do you feel right now? I want to know. Maybe the silly things I've done before were just reasons of my interest of courting death. But I knew you wanted to live.
Everytime I walk through the aisles of the supermarket I see the drink they served at your funeral. The horrible sweet tangy ones to the normal Pokka green tea. I was catapulted through time, to April where summer of Singapore was at its peak. I wondered, as I looked at you, were you hot in there? I wished that I could pry it open and offer you a paper fan, like what I did when you complained about the heat. I wished that you would somehow teach me the chacha again. I wished you could talk about Rain with me again.
I missed you so much.
I still remembered the way you called out my name, Yomi. Like a kabuki actress, no? But anyhow, it's still you.
I miss you so much.
라벨: sad