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The Narcissist

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Yours truly. 17. Female. Malaysian. Petite. 27th MAY. Single. Maybe available *hinthint* NEWS is her only drug. Absolutely, magically in love with BEAST. Hey! Say! JUMP. SHINee. Super Junior. In that order. Assuntarian. A Harry Potter Twitter Role-Player. Compulsive writer. Lusting for a glance in her direction. Sings like the world is deaf. As genuine as you can get. A self-proclaimed narcissist. Enjoys not having the other half
Love me? Hate me? I'll still be me. Enjoy. Lyn|Avery
Books Pave the Way to Destruction Yet to A Beauty Beyond Imaginations


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Her Domain

286 posts from 5 June 2011
Escaping the conforms of society
To stupefy the endless expanse of the universe
Advancing into a world unknown
Please don't RIP Ask permission.
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Twitter: @theivorykeys
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Her Cravings

• To be any JE member's adopted sister
• My first book published
• To meet NewS
• To meet Hey!Say!JUMP
• To meet Super Junior
• To meet SHINee
• To get signed to SM Entertainment
• A degree in English
• Black skinnies (:
White skinnies (:
A pet. Definetely
• Japanese boy uniform
• To perform a JE song medley
• To perform in Tokyo Dome and get signed to JE
• Another trip to Japan
• Permanent Japanese residence
• A yukata
A red and black checkered scarf
• To cosplay
• My first perfect Japanese bento lunch
A Japanese dictionary
• Understand and speak fluent Japanese
• Understand and speak fluent Korean
• National status as a writer
• A laptop or something similar
Will be updated when fancy strikes

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Her One True Loves

MY BRATs TEAM. Alor Star 2011 NewS (Lots of love). Hey! Say! JUMP. Masuda Takahisa. Kato Shigeaki. Pen. Paper. Trees. Yamashita Tomohisa SHINee 3A12009. Super Junior. Nakajima Yuuto. Mathematics. Window shopping. Tegoshi Yuya. Japan! Twilight and Dusk. Kim Jong-Woon Sunset. Beaches. Rain. Stars. Inspiration. Koyama Keiichiro. Colours. Winter. Snow. Winter jackets. Nishikido Ryo.

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Ramblings&Memories

A few words would be nice. :D

By post:
a hand in cooking; no AandE, hope?
using whadang; go figure
pissed off; could you be any ruder?
unexpressed wishes; dreaming of that day
newest addiction; not drugging effects yet
archie angel or NewS addict? ; you decide
thumpthumpthump; bang
a little hiatus; abandoment?
waiting on the world; still waiting patiently
jumping for joy; can't wait to see it before my eyes

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ahemahemahem; a little something to ponder over
Wednesday, April 22, 2009 @ 5:09 AM
ahemahemahem; a little something to ponder over

The ahemahemahem technically signifies the fact that after the trumpeting of the nose, comes the scratchy of the throat.
For me, it's always like that. After the flu cures, the cough comes. That's what they call the common cold?
Sigh. I hate the fact that it's super irritating. Other than that, the cough to me is actually fine. My throat is like dry. I can't eat/drink sweet stuff. Oily stuff. Spicy stuff...What can I eat? Boiled veggies?
My blog is so unvisited. My tagboard's lonely. Could be due to the fact that I barely blog about sensible stuff anymore. Sigh. I can't find anything very interesting to cover. If you read my previous posts, the really old ones, there are so many things that I cover.
I'm trying to scour the newspaper for articles that I feel worthwhile covering. So far, nothing that won't offend anyone.
Goes to show how slow moving life is for me nowadays.

Deciding on the non-sensible stuff to blog about, let's see how non-sensible this next topic can be. It's about miserably desperate songs and people. The song that I hate the most at the moment not for it's music which is pretty nice but it's because of the awfully desperate lyrics. Can she get anymore desperate?

Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed
(Okay, so you managed to get the seed, so what? Every good thing has it's pros and cons? But this verse isn't that bad)

You said move on
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know
(Desperation much? This is like screaming out that I lost the person that I thought was perfect to me...But although he dumped me, I don't think he is a loser. I still think he's best)

Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
(Pure desperation, honey. So? You're with a new guy? Good for you. Stop thinking of that dude who gave you up. Stop thinking of him and what he would do. Stop the comparisons. There are tons of fish in the water. Go fish)

You're like an Indian summer
In the middle of winter
Like a hard candy
With a surprise center
How do I get better
Once I've had the best
You said there's
Tons of fish in the water
So the waters I will test
(Oh, look. She took my advice. Whatever will she do next. And as far as I know, India doesn't have four seasons...And how do you get better after you get the best? Get the bestest of the bestest)

He kissed my lips
I taste your mouth
He pulled me in
I was disgusted with myself
(Ooops. Wrong advice. Maybe you shouldn't have. Maybe you should have just stayed home and grow fat and lazy as a couch potatoe with a tub of ice-cream...The poor guy. I really pity him. Desperado...)

You're the best
And yes I do regret
How I could let myself
Let you go
Now the lesson's learned
I touched it
I was burned
Oh I think you should know
(Oh, cry me a river! Let him go already, girl. You're killing the poor guy. You're killing yourself. You're burnt? Honey, you'll heal...No need to go crying back to the dude. Just proves how desperate you are to be in love O.o)

So, not full lyrics here but just the parts that aren't repeated. General story of this song...She's desperate for her ex-boyfriend back or whoever she was in love with and left her. Oh, darling, the guy doesn't need you...Go fish and don't puke all over the poor guy whom you kiss. Who said that dating needed to include kissing? Don't tell me he pulled you in. You could easily push away, no? It's a date. You're not even going out with him and you're kissing him? How desperate can you be?
And the ex? He dumped you for a reason, honey...And must you be in love right after you split. Be single. Single's happier. You don't have to report your whereabouts to some psycho boyfriend.
Let me hope she wrote this song for fun and isn't serious.
It's pure painful to read the lyrics.
Lynxoxo