'Special' is the word that always come into my mind when I hear my name. It's unique and different. 'Che Hoon, Jeong' means a brilliant award. But i get frustrated when my name shpae shifts. It changes into Jae Hoon, or Che Joon, and other different ways that don't make sense. The big point is, sometimes people cannot remember my name, because it's uncommon, this is why I have thousand of nicknames like Yellow Guy, Number One Korean Beef, and even Vegetable! I don't consider it teasing becuase my is really hard to remember. Or am I not a good friend that can stay deep inside their heart?
Or is the rule of 'Chu Yeok' is just a myth? Almost all people in Korea make names with this rule, because ancient Chinese and Koreans believe that there are five elements, water, fire, tree, ground, and iron. The reason for the worlds change. There are also the positive and negative elements. If all these elements and the number of strokes of the name harmonizes the one will have a happy life. All the questions, am I a good friend? Why can't they remember me? Is the rule of 'Chu Yeok' a myth? Then is it myself that makes a happy life? They go round and round my head making me frustrated.
Going on a universal quest deep inside my mind seeking for an answer, I figured out that the name gives me happiness to me. Because every time when I hear someone call my name the right way or remembers it I feel proud to myself, mostly proud to my dad who made it for me thanking him to give this brilliant award to me.
Or is the rule of 'Chu Yeok' is just a myth? Almost all people in Korea make names with this rule, because ancient Chinese and Koreans believe that there are five elements, water, fire, tree, ground, and iron. The reason for the worlds change. There are also the positive and negative elements. If all these elements and the number of strokes of the name harmonizes the one will have a happy life. All the questions, am I a good friend? Why can't they remember me? Is the rule of 'Chu Yeok' a myth? Then is it myself that makes a happy life? They go round and round my head making me frustrated.
Going on a universal quest deep inside my mind seeking for an answer, I figured out that the name gives me happiness to me. Because every time when I hear someone call my name the right way or remembers it I feel proud to myself, mostly proud to my dad who made it for me thanking him to give this brilliant award to me.
This picture was drawn by Picasso (1881-1973) called Weeping Woman drawn at 1937.
I chose this picture because it is unique and different from other ordinary paintings, just like my name. And the sad expression of the woman looks like me sad about people not remembering me.
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