No matter the mistake, you'll always shine with glitter

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

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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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

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.

Runaway

Ramblings&Memories

A few words would be nice. :D

By post:
a trip down memory lane; how we and they have grown
tears of joy; overwhelming
sparkle, sparkle; filled with nonsensical stuff
the thrill of words; another masterpiece produced
the wonders of pretty boys; infatuation re-strikes
a little notice; might not be real
stupidity grips my heart; is that so wrong?
confessions of my fragile heart; breaking and tear...
adrenaline rushing through my veins; another sleep...
counting down the days till the time for my muscle...

By month:
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September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
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April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
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with confetti and ribbons; glitter and all

Saturday, January 2, 2010 @ 6:50 AM

with confetti and ribbons; glitter and all

New Year's gone and come. Big deal about one day, right?
Most people make a giant fuss about it but I've got no idea why. It's just another day to me. To some, it might hold alot of significance but to me, it's just another day. And, I ushered in the New Year by reading a book. What a lot of good it did to me. I wasted what could have been one of the best performances on TV.
NHK's Japan Song Fest to usher in the New Year had Arashi and NYC Boys performing on it. Gah! I've seen Arashi in performance but I've seen so little of NYC Boys that I was quite upset I missed it. I had totally forgotten about it until it was past midnight and then, my sister told me. She herself had forgotten. Oh well. There's always next year.
School begins in slighty more than 24 hours.
It's frightening to begin school once more to appear to the same friends you've known for three years of your high school life only to be wrenched apart into the streaming of the classes.
Safe to say, I already know mine so, the terror's just been building and building. I hate to be separated from the ones I love so. And furthurmore, my contanst source of reassurance to the skills of my writing is being wrenched to my side. Not to mention, my only source of fangirling eventhough sometimes it bounces off, at least she understands what the hell I'm saying.
I wonder how I'm going to cope in a class who has not gotten used to me bursting into random Japanese songs at random moments.
Neither has the class ever experienced the kind of noise that escapes these lips of mine.
Neither have they ever experienced the fangirling that I'm so famous for.
Sigh. I'll have to built my writing reputation once more.
I used to be the writer of the class. Let's hope that no one unsurps my post at spinning stories out of nothing. Poetry, I don't care for but stories, yes. That is my strong point. I spin tales like a wildcat. I can pluck an idea out of thin air and spin wonderful tales out of it.
Yes, I realise I'm conceited but I'm proud of this ability. I take pride in being able to do this. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside when someone tells me that my story is good.
I've even received comments that my writing style was light and refreshing.
It's these tiny things that make me feel loved. Makes a writer feel loved.
I wonder if the class I'm in will see the abilities and accept me for being able to write and not badmouth me just because I get good English grades.
And I'm so afraid that the people in the class will be the rowdy crowd and turn the class to hell.
These are my little worries. I hope that I'll be able to bond with someone.
Not bond in the way the five of us have. Just someone I'm able to talk to in class.
I bet no one shares my same interests.
Well, I'll just have to find out, won't I?
I don't actually have much to say. Just want to liven the blog.

Muchappreciationandlove,
Lynxoxo