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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
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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
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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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horrific tales of misery; wishing to be elsewhere

Wednesday, July 8, 2009 @ 1:16 AM

horrific tales of misery; wishing to be elsewhere

Pounding heads are the products of boredom

Wednesday. 8th of July. Supposedly a day which I was most likely to enjoy. The car ride there was filled with Pn. S enlightening us with tales that keep us talking with much ease rather than being awkwardly sitting in a teacher's car.
Descending from the car and greeted with a blast of extremely cold air from the high-powered air conditioners, I thought nothing of the boredom and dragging hours that awaited us.
I came with an open heart, ready for anything that might be coming in this 'Creative Writing Workshop'. I thought we would be given tips on how to write effectively.
Th workshop started off with us playing a game. The facilitator asked us to write down absolutely anything that was on our mind at the moment, be it the word 'nothing'. Just anything. At the blow of her whistle, we were to begin and we weren't to lift the pencil/pen off the paper no matter what. And we did. I obviously brain stormed, seeing as I was pissed off with how my current book is going.
That was only the beginning.
Judging by that activity, I thought that this workshop wouldn't be a waste of time.
Alas, I was wrong.
We were then separated into groups based on our birth month.
I was nicely being honest and decided not to stick with my school but it turns out, four other members from my group had lied about their birth months just for the sake of sticking together.
Three boys and a girl.
Safe to say, the girl was a down right bitch.
It might sound hilarious to say this but well, the boys were giant bitches too.
Not wanting to speak their bitching and gossip out loud, they gossiped and bitched through messaging. Not one member in our group was spared their bitchtalk.
Enough about them...I wouldn't want to waste precious blog posts talking about them.
Back to the workshop, it started with mind maps.
I'm not a giant fan of mind maps. In fact, I absolutely detest them and even with this workshop, I still absolutely detest them despite this workshop. Our facilitator, whatever her name is, she told us to use all our five senses plus the sixth sense of emotion.
And she gave us oranges to FEEL.
I bet you all are thinking of wrong stuff at the moment.
Don't!
And my group made a mess of the mahjong paper that was given. The four asses mentioned above played with the orange peel and squeezed orange juice all over the paper.
Headaches started to form at that moment.
And we were supposed to come up with five sentences based on the words that we had come up with for the orange mindmap.
Unfortunately, we crashed and burned.
And it has nothing to do with me. Maybe it does.
I refused to contribute anything as they didn't seem to want to work with anyone but themselves. They were talking among themselves only and they even slandered myself and the innocent Form 2 girl next to me.
Needles to say, we weren't one of the most outstanding teams of the workshop at that moment. I was as most of you might guess, crestfallen. I, with the giant ego, is extremely use to being credited for having excellent sentences and ideas.
Breakfast: We were served with Putu Mayam.
Returning into the void of boring-ness, we did some stuff to do with captioning pictures. News caption and picture captioning. That was absolutely unnecessary. When you're trying to score in your essay-writing and try not to get the tons of red marks that you would, picture captioning and news captioning would never ever, ever help you in your exams.
At this point of time, I managed to uncover that the point of this workshop was to entice people to join the NST's version of BRATS which is exceptionally lame and they call themselves NiEXTERS. Notice the NIE part?
Now, who's copying who?
I instantly lost interest in the program altogether. I wanted to go for BRATS and I didn't feel like going for NiEXTERS as they didn't offer much opportunities. And they are exceptionally boring.
Picture captioning and news captioning wasn't that bad. We didn't crash and burn with much injuries. But we still crashed and burned. Escaping with minor injuries.
And then, we went to personality and event coverage. Personality had to do with interviewing well, personalities. And event...well, covering events.
So, we had to come up with questions and ask an accompanying teacher who was supposed to be 'retiring'.
My group was pretty co-operative during the question suggestion period but when it came to interviewing the teacher, the four sampat-ed people wanted to interview their own school teacher since they claimed that she could give better answers.
Isn't that a little bias?
They refused to interview the teacher who was supervising us and even gave her the label of 'eye-infection teacher' for her eyes were extremely red.
In the end, after the insistence of myself and Yen Yi, the Wesley girl, they just agreed reluctantly to interview her.
After that, we were supposed to write an article with the answers that we received from the teacher. Another crash and burn situation.
Ours was the most mundane essay ever. It wasn't even my standard. I was thrown further down the disappointment ladder when I heard the other articles wrote out.
Lunch: Some Indian rice with curry chicken, dhal and pappadum. Sarsi.
A David Cook tribute.
Actually, writing a review on a song. It just so had to be Time of My Life. One of my most hated songs for it was Cook's winning song.
Our facilitator, JugDish, rushed through the whole thing as I think that we must have been running out of time.
She also ran through the opinion giving part. HeSays, SheSays was the title of the column that she was training us for. Notice the use of the verb training.
I think that to me this was the best part as I finally got to unleash the writing-ness in me.

And that is as far as I can go and it's also actually the end of my lameylamey post as I'm currently trying to remove the headache so there isn't much concentration. Also, I'm blogging from SweetMae's house.
I've been blogging this post for about an hour and a half. Too many distractions in the form of blinking messengers, the headache and the unable to decide song on YouTube.
So, that's just about as I can remember about the damned workshop which was useless.
And turns out, we need to return to school and re-present the whole thing.
I hope with the useless-ness of this workshop, Pn. S wouldn't get us to give a talk about this.

Muchappreciationandlove,
Lynxoxo