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Name: Jaesun
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Birthday: 1/6/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: History, science fiction novels, music, politics, sociological patterns between different races and ethnicities, theology, animals, tic tac toe, traveling, movies, sleeping, different cultures, my guitar, asian american studies, gadgets, texas hold'em, psychoanalysis, pizza, jeapordy, kite flying, the weekend, my dog, payday, girls
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| Ok, just to follow up on my last entry...
For those of you who don't know already, I'm moving to Korea this Sunday. Man, it gives me the chills just writing it. After putting off this decision for over a year, I'm finally on my one way ticket to Seoul. And thank God, I have a job when I get there. I begin teaching as an English instructor at Chungdahm Institute (CDI) on August 20th.
If my mood could be defined by any classic SAT vocab word, it would be "ambivalent". Such a stricken feeling. Perhaps that's a bit of an overstatement, because in
reality I'm probably around 90% excited to go, 10% sad to
leave. So first and foremost, let's address why...why do this? Answer: why not do this? Sometimes I feel as though I haven't even scratched the surface of what my life can potentially be. So much to see, so much to do, so much to learn. I guess the more cliched answer to this question would be to say that you only live once...and despite its over usage and watered down meaning, the saying is still absolutely true. Understanding and living by that last statement is motivation enough...don't waste the time you have in this world, because it's all you've got. Expand your mind...challenge yourself...surprise yourself. Be the wise servant and invest your talents...for God's sake, don't bury and hide them because you're scared. There is a plethora of things to learn and experience in this world, and they're all at your fingertips...and what I've learned is that no one ever gives it to you...you have to take it...it's all for the taking. So I'm making my move...trusting my instincts, confident that this will undoubtedly be one of most life altering, growing experiences I'll have in this lifetime.
Ironically, the second question to address is actually the answer to the first...why NOT do this? I guess that's what I get for answering a question with another question. The answer: I'll be stripped away from everything that I love and what I've considered home my entire life. I love Chicago, I love my family, I love my friends...is it love, or need? Probably both. Just imagining a Christmas away from my family hindered me from making this decision for almost a year. And then there are my friends...*sigh...how I've relied on my friends. What am I going to do without them? Let's face it...I'm moving to what I consider a foreign country, and thrust into a foreign culture without the people that I love the most. I completely understand the importance of breaking away from your "comfort zone", but sometimes I just don't feel ready...maybe I never will. And yes, I understand that the reasons I have not to go, are actually better reasons to go, but I can't help but feel scared. There, I said it. I'd be a liar if I told you otherwise.
Last question...how long? Answer: indefinitely.
And yes, I promise that I won't return married, and/or super fobby...ok maybe I'll be a little fobby, but I'm almost positive I won't get married. What I do promise is to return a stronger man.
Pray for me guys.
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| Ok for those of you that don't know, i FINALLY resigned from my job a week ago. Yes, yes, it has finally happened. After almost 2 years of craziness, my time at AIUonline has come to an end. And despite my insanely difficult time transitioning into a working man, and grasping the concept of work itself, believe it or not, I will forever cherish the time that I had there. I've been through the inferno and have returned a polished and refined man. Thank you for everyone that encouraged and tolerated me through my multiple depression stages, self deprecating episodes, and endless complaints about how much my work sucked...in reality, it was a life changing experience and I'm so lucky to have been a part of it. God does indeed work in mysterious, mysterious ways. I'm sure many by now are asking the unavoidable question, "What the hell are you going to now??". I'll get into that later. Til then, I'll leave you with this quote from the movie, "The Shawshank Redemption"..."I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel...a free man at the start of a long journey, whose conclusion is uncertain." And for the record, to have a quasi summer break again brings back a sense of joy that words cannot justly express. Maybe this picture will better illustrate...
"I hope..."
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| So I was going through some of my old files on my mom's computer earlier today, and I came upon something I wrote almost a year and 4 months ago. It was a random story I had started to write out of no where one day. And for some reason, it's quite possibly the most depressing thing I've ever read in my life. Haha, I wrote it like 3 months after I started working for my company. And YES before anyone says it, I know it's weird that I write random stories sometimes, but I LIKE writing...so ha.
"It was the same routine every morning. The alarm would go off at 7:15am and he'd
ritualistically enter the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth. While putting on his contacts, he would
generate an idea of what he would wear to work that day. He'd put on his clothes, do one more take by
the mirror, and head downstairs to the kitchen.
He poured some water into the kettle, and also some into a separate
cup. He opened up his industrial sized
bottle of vitamins and choked one down, annoyed with the bitter aftertaste that
it always left behind. Picking up an
old empty water bottle, he takes it to the sink, fills it to the brim, and
walks over to the ledge of his living room.
Carefully, he waters the plants that have not been watered in a week,
proud to see the growth and colorful life that wasn't there before. He hears the water boiling and proceeds back
into the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of a instant coffee. He takes his coffee over to the couch, sits
back on its cushiony back, and slowly sips at his morning breakfast. With the ten minutes he has, he contemplates
in his head what he has to do at work that day, what bills he has to pay,
whether or not he needs to fill his gas tank, and a multitude of other mundane provisional thoughts. He puts down the almost
completed cup of coffee, grabs his coat and slides on his shoes, takes a
semi-deep breath, and heads to the car.
He was
always focused at work. The job itself
kept him busy throughout the day, and made it almost impossible for him to
think of anything else but his task at hand.
He would read a book during his lunch because he found it was the
best way he could escape the pressures of his job, as well as the site of his
unorganized office. Nine hours would go
by, and the once shining sun that he only got to enjoy for twenty minutes on
the drive to work, begins to fade away as he saunters back to his car. The drive home always seemed slower, and he
felt his eyes getting heavy as he pulled into his driveway. He hangs his coat in the closet, throws the
mail and the keys on the coffee table, and proceeds to the kitchen. He turns on as many lights as possible, flips
on the T.V. hoping to catch the last half of the game, and grabs some
left-overs from last nights dinner he couldn't finish. He puts the food in the microwave and sifts
through the mail while checking his answering machine. Half listening to his messages, he grabs the
food from the microwave, sits in front of the television, and begins to eat his
dinner." Ok, clearly not a completed story, but how depressing huh?? It's depressing just reading it now. Hahaha, but alas it is a pretty good description of what my life was like when I first started work. How sad. Soon to be graduates BEWARE! Muhahahaha...sorry I'm going crazy. Maybe I should finish out the story one day. Ok fine, I'll throw in some random pics because this entry kind of blows...
Here's one of me and David Yu at The University of Washington, Seattle
Me, James, and David
Here's us at NRB...don't let the innocent smile fool you...I'm completely sauced in the picture.
ANNND, that's it for now. There will be an update sometime in the near future of epic proportions, so please my loyal viewers, check for it periodically. My ribs hurt.
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| YES! Fridays are the best because I don't really work and I end up purchasing things like this: ----------------------------------------------------------
The tickets you have purchased are:
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Cardinals at Cubs
Sunday, 8/19/07 at TBD
Terrace Reserved Infield
Section Row Seat Price Type
224-3 23 9 $34.00 ADULT
224-3 23 10 $34.00 ADULT 
CUBS BABY!!!
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| Go Bears!!! 
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