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About Me
This is YUN.
14 June 1989
Gemini
Trying her goddamn best to be optimistic about life.
okay, no. Not really. Yet.
Go see her art over here.
Her organiser's over here.
I think I am a very bad group leader. I don't know crap about how to lead a group; and when I try to lead, somewhere inside made me feel I might be overdoing it.
It's a scary thought, isn't it.
I don't want to be a leader anymore. It's a big responsibility I don't want to handle just yet.
I'm wearing thin now. The other half of today is with damn and jun, whereas rino and em couldn't make it. em's thumb drive got corrupted so her stuff is gone. all gone. Sigh.
I really want presentation tomorrow to end quick.
And I gotta go fix my phone. It keeps hanging up on people when I don't want it to.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAh. I miss someone.
Fuck off.
yunie blogged at 9:03 PM
Monday, April 28
Hey hey. I told my parents that I got a deadline at 12MN today for design trends so i could go online till midnight. Yeay. My little bit of freedom.
Haha. I had work today, and it was quite interesting. I think the breathing exxercises would really help; so I beter start doint\g those exercises again if i want to keep up.
Me at work! Haha yeah. It was pretty cold at night, but the rest of this afternoon was a desert. It's global warming, I tell you.
We're all gonna dieeee.
Yeah.
yunie blogged at 8:37 AM
Saturday, April 26
Nice play of words.
yunie blogged at 5:51 AM
This is what you get for sneaking to use the computer when parents aren't looking. Short blog entries.
I've been grounded. Really bad. Sian.
....
yunie blogged at 3:58 AM
I don't like home.
yunie blogged at 1:28 AM
Sunday, April 20
Yeah, it's somewhat self-indulgent, but it's got a message to it, too. By the by, just because something you agree with is up there in gray does not necessarily make it bullshit. It is the attitude with which something is told and presented that makes it bullshit or not. As told in the essay "On Bullshit" by Harry Frankfurt, the difference between a liar and a bullshitter is that a liar must know the truth in order to tell a lie, but a bullshitter doesn't need to know anything, true or not, to say some bullshit.
I was looking through my cupboard and i chanced upon something i have long forgotten.
Rino's doll head.
Haaahahahaha.
Aaaaaand lotsa thanks to my lil sis who absolutely wanted to cam-whore on my macbook. =D
yunie blogged at 4:03 AM
Thursday, April 10
The last one was awesome dubbing. Haha.
yunie blogged at 9:10 AM
Wednesday, April 9
PAPRIKA!
For memories sake I'm putting up this picture on my blog as a momento of the wonderful awesome-ness this random group has given me.
Hahaha. Yeaaaay steamboat was fun. I love the SP. Awesome people.
http://meetthespiderpunks.blogspot.com
Woot. Loves to all of em.
yunie blogged at 12:23 PM
She had always wanted to be an angel. Ever since she could remember she'd wanted wings instead of arms and a halo instead of toys. And perhaps dreams come true, because when she was barely eight years old an angel paid her a fleeting visit.
It was at least seven feet tall, with creamy-white skin, displaying itself as what she later recognised as the classic-style: shining, fully-robed, its halo like a mane of golden sunshine.
And male. Definitely a man. Or was it?
She had to look twice to be sure. The body was certainly male, and so was the face-structure, but weren't those lips curiously soft and full, the contour of the eyes almost feminine? Six years later, having devoured everything she could find about angels, she knew the term to apply: androgynous. An appearance neither exclusively male nor female, but somehow both.
The visit took place on a warm night. She'd been fast asleep in her open-windowed bedroom when the curtain slowly swirled and there he was, like the perfection of a dream- a glorious angel in the dead of night. He was huge. He seemed too big for her room, or any room for that matter. Despite which, awakening, she hadn't been alarmed, not afraid at all.
An angel. An actual angel.
To gaze in wonder at such a thing.
She fell in love with his wings at once. Supple feathers. Tips as smooth as the afterglow of sunsets. Just seeing them had made the girl hunger for wide spaces. And when she reached out to touch them it was like dipping her fingers in light itself.
But the way the bulky, complex wing joints entered the shoulder blades scared her. Creeping from behind him to sneak a peek, she'd seen how twisted and gnarled it was back there. Didn't his shoulders hurt? Surely they must ache from having to hold up such big wings all the time?
'No,' the angel had replied. A subtle, airy voice. A dying eagle on a last flight over one more mountain might have sounded like this.
But it was what the angel did next that shocked her. For years afterwards the little girl had trouble controlling her emotions whenever she recalled it. Because tears had sprung from his eyes. Tears that poured freely over his unblemished cheeks, across his sculpted lips and down his smooth throat.
'Are you sad?' It was all the little girl could think to say at the time. 'What's the matter?' And wanting to comfort him, but not knowing how, she'd taken one of his wings, draping it around her. But it was too heavy to hold. That particular detail stuck in her mind- attempting to lift the wing, but unable to; hauling it up, but feeling it forever slipping away from her grasp.
In the end the angel had turned his broad back, preparing to leave.
'Don't go!' The poor girl had screamed, unable to bear the thought of losing him. 'What are you doing? Don't go without me.'
And perhaps if the angel had just flown away then, done nothing else, the little girl might have been able to forget him. She might have been able to convince herself that his visit was merely the product of an overactive imagination or a peculiarly vivid dream. But how could she have dreamed up what happened next? For the angel had knelt- actually knelt- before her, lowered his proud, beautiful head to the level of her heart and peered inside there. It was such a physical experience that she'd almost felt the small bones of her ribs being moved aside. The gaze was direct, the way a knife is direct.
And then the angel said this; 'I cannot remain. Someone is calling. I am needed elsewhere.'
A gentle kiss on the forehead, and he was gone.
She'd rushed to the window, of course, to see him fly, but he was already out of sight, those wings too fast for her.
The little girl had waited for him to come back. She still remembered the exact spot near the window where she'd stood, toes digging into the carpet. But as the hours lengthened, and there was no sign of him, a new worry had crept into her little mind. It was dark out there. Maybe he was lost. Did angels have special eyes to see at night? Concerned that he might bump into things and hurt himself, she'd forced herself to stay awake so she could guide him if he got into trouble. All night she waited there, standing near the window, a cold little girl calling softly and forlornly into an empty sky.
Angel; by Cliff McNish.
... Funny name ^^
yunie blogged at 8:55 AM
Tuesday, April 8
I haven't touched a pencil in a while.
I wonder what I'd draw.
My hands would probably move on their own, haha.
yunie blogged at 1:31 PM
Monday, April 7
Sucks to have things that arent supposed to happen actually happen.
haha. Good one though. Fell for it. Just my bad luck to have it actually come true.
But all's well now, so no worries.
And MJ's smooth criminal is nice to watch. MJ was cool. Love the vids. But i'm sleepy now, so goodnight.
yunie blogged at 11:12 AM
Saturday, April 5
I made it.
I made it past auditions.
I made it past script recital.
I made it past the talent section.
And now. I managed to get the lead female character role in 77-star's 1000 stars and squalls for voice acting.
I am just so happy. hahah!
I'm one step closer to become a voice actress. Hope it can help me in the future. Yes.
I am glad.
Oh and Hafiz I loves you the many many. ;)
yunie blogged at 9:32 AM
Thursday, April 3
AY 2007/2008
OCTOBER SEMESTER
MOI Project 2
A
Scriptwriting Essentials
C
Film Language
A
Video Editing
B
Audio 2
B
Animation 1
A
Introduction to Language & Culture (Italian)
B
Satisfactory, though I want to say that I can do better.
Yes ayun you can do better next time. Work hard.
3 As 3 Bs one C. yeah. Better than April semester, but there was no change in the GPA. So try harder. Yess.
yunie blogged at 10:23 AM
Tuesday, April 1
Nice signs. hahahahah.
I think there's more but the internet is horrible to me. Oh wells.
I think there's more but the internet is horrible to me. Oh wells.