I was born
on the night of *** *** *** around 12:20am.
It was from a
small hospital in Jang-An Dong, Seoul. In fact a tiny hospital because
my mom was afraid that I might be switched with another baby in a big hospital.
My chinese zodiac is tiger. I think tigers are most beautiful creatures on earth. If I am given a chance to live again, other than as a man, I would choose tiger. My full name is Wooseong William Jung. I am the 24th line of the Jung family from Gwang-Ju, Kyung-ki Do as the family origin. So, on my family record my name is Yoonseong Jung because the 24th line must have Yoon or Chung in his given name. At a later time, I will post my chinese name characters too.
I am a normal, average joe in almost every aspects except everything. I am a Korean in US. I associate more with Koreans than Korean-Americans. I have an US citizenship and English name, but I am not a 1.5 genex. As of nineteen ninty-six summer, my height is 5'11 ". That's little less than 180 cm. I weigh 165 lb. I'd lost 10 lb from last year. Maybe the school food is not edible? I wear glasses and my eyes are becoming worse (near-sighted) every year, but wear contacts when I can get up early. I am right-handed, have one older sister, am a 4th year college student, pursue True Truth , moved to US eight years ago (May, 1988), drive an old Chevy, a night person, .... what's more... strong Korean accent that I can't get rid of ... type 45 words per minute, or about 180 spm (Hangul), like Snoopy and his gang, like Fox Trot too... listen to every music genre... have ~150 CD's 80 of them classical, 40 of them opera (especially Mozart, Verdi and Rossini), 30 of them pop, and only one Korean CD which is a mixed one. Ah one more, a Vineyard CD. I do listen to Korean music, but I do not buy. Mostly I download MP3 files from the Internet and record on my MiniDisk. If you don't know what MiniDisk is, oh well, think of it as smaller compact disk that you can record on. I shouldn't self-pity as cheapskate nor brag the fact that I am not contributing to the growth of the (Korean) Gayo industry. But my music entertainment budget must cover for the high cost of the MD recorder.
I came to the States when I was a second grader in a Junior-High in Korea. That's when I was a 13-year-old. First I was placed into the eighth grade in a Chicago Public School. But that was less than a month. Then I went to the Mather High School in Chicago. A year later I transferred to Glenbrook South in Glenview, which is in affluent north surburban neighborhood. Years later I am attending Northwestern University. There were a lot of things I'd liked to do. A doc was my momentary goal but soon lost my objective. But I was sure that I wanted to be Renaissance Man. I took various Greek literatures and classical studies. I took seemingly interesting subjects which I haven't dared before because of my poor English. But I told myself, "Grades are not as important as my quest for Truth." Now, as a graduating undergrad, I know better: only thing that will remain as Truth is your transcript.
I know the love
of God and believe in God. NOT!!!! Truthfully, I believe
in God, Father Almighty, the Maker of Heaven and Earth. And his son
Jesus Christ, and so on. But I suspect His true nature. I do not like Him.
I regularly pray and read the Bible. But I still do not feel His Love. After a year of intensive
soul searching, I found my nest for religion: inner peace. Because of this "Eureka" revelation, I do
not anxiously try to feel His love. I do not ask why anymore. I wish He just let me alone.
Yet I pray. Strange? Yes. I know.
By the way, my family goes to Lake
View Presbyterian Church in Niles, IL. Probably I will go back to this church when the
"time" is right. Here is the
map to the church.
About Girls; As soon as I find my significant other, I am going to marry. It'll be nice if it happens after I graduate and get a decent job. Blur. blah .. love a girl passionately ... be a hero ... have X number of children ... die ... reborn ... be a hero again ...blah... that's my plan.
Here is the picture of the most beautiful girl on earth. I will replace it when I have a girlfriend.
Let me go on some more since I have some time to kill. And the above is an interesting subject. Marriage is related most closely with love, which is a subject of my on-going investigation and a topic of every movies and sound bites. Hmnn I really don't have much to say about it.
I've watched too much movies, i want to do something like in the movies: loving a dying (must be incurable cancer) /high-class (her father is a king) /princess- (?) /lonely (so that i can save her from solitude) /pretty (like every big-name movie stars are) /destined (as it literally means) /etc. (others things you see on movies) girl. Too young, you would say. But that's my plan right now.
Here are two poems I like most. One is by Kim So-well (1903-35) and the other by Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849). And the books that I recommend to you. I think everyone who wants to know how our society works should read, Plato's the Republic and Thucydides's History of the Peleponnesian War (War between Athens and Spartan). Anyone who claims that he is an intellectual being must read Tolstoy's War and Peace.
My favorite movie is Cyrano
de Bergerac, which is a French
romance(?) movie. It's about a guy with a deformed nose but
with an eloquency of words that grabbed my heart. Until the end Cyrano
can never confess his love for the girl though he wrote her of his
passion in an other person's identity so many times. I confess that
this is the first and only movie that I had cried while watching. Here,
the man has one physical "error" that many of us could have(for
us, it doesn't even have be a physical deficiency). But he has
the gift of words that can encapsulate our minds and invigorate our unknow
beauty within (everyone of us has a unique talent). The society that
valued the physical beauty more than inner one forced him to be silent
until his end. He comes to see her while bleeding from a fatal wound sustained from
an assassination attempt. Knowing his life nears the end, he comes to see
her instead going to a doctor. Hiding his wound because he does not
want to alarm her, he slowly recites a love prose while slowly closing
his eyes. Anyway I strongly recommend that you see this movie.
My interest is diverse. I like little bits of everything. My passion is with Supercycle and Formula One race (F1 race). The sound of motor engine and smell of burnt tires lift up my spirits. Really, I can watch those cars on an oval circle going around and around for hours. The oval tracks are not for F1's, but for stock, Indy, NASCAR, etc. You may wonder who watch that boring oval race on TV. The answer is me, me, me!!!! I am a fanatic on that Saturday morning race car broadcast. Going around an oval. That's fun. What's even better is the F1 race. It is more exciting because the tracks are like Daytona Beach Raceway in Florida (a normal street turned for high speed race). It's really uplifting. Also, I watch White Sox, Blackhawks, Wolfs, etc. And I like to play the Game of Go (Ba-duk). It's a great game. Download the game client program from www.iworld.com ---> go to the games section. If you know this game, my urge is to compare who is better.
I am an athletic man because I would not mind playing any sports. Or I can confess that I am not excellent in any sports. I playbasketball, tennis, volleyball,softball, (anything here). I play everything, so I can be your sports partner, but you have to teach me from basics. You can you assure that I won't be a basic novice player. Somehow I am very good at first tries. People marveled whenever I leap their expectations for beginners. But soon my beginner's luck runs out and I do not improve. It's because I haven't found something that really interests me. Most of time I run. I dash whenever I feel down. I run until I feel like puking. When the oxygen in my head, lung, and every living body cells are utilized at a maximum workload, my worries are switched to immediate concerns like; can I survive? I may die from a heart failure or ....so this problem is not life-or-death thing. The real problem is .... living ... just ... to live.
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