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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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• 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
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• ~~White skinnies (:~~
• ~~A pet. Definetely~~
• Japanese boy uniform
• To perform a JE song medley
• To perform in Tokyo Dome and get signed to JE
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• 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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go entertain yourself; too much crap

Thursday, February 25, 2010 @ 7:21 PM

go entertain yourself; too much crap

I haven't been blogging for a while. I barely have anything to blog about Singapore so...don't expect one. Well, there is only one though, that I wrote on my iTouch while lying on my bed in the hostel. =)
My class has got to be the most uncooperative people in the world. Firstly, when we started out with carnival ideas, no one bothered to give an solid suggestions. And I suggested Maid Cafe and they ate it up and then they suggested Twister. So we did both. And then Twister got cancelled because there wasn't anyone who wanted to claim reponsibility for it.
When I start explaining about the Maid Cafe, no one wants to listen and then they generate their own ideas on what it should be.
Which makes me so pissed off.
And then, they're so worried about money.
You so worried about money then no need to do lah. You can stand there and sell lousy, crappy things that you want so much to sell.
I waste my time bothering to compose a letter and then none of you bother to read it. Why? Because Facebook has crammed so many things into your email that you don't bother to clear it. What a stupid reason. Don't give me shit, okay.
And because you never listened and didn't bother to open you email and clear it to read an important email, you decide to generate your own ideas. I don't like to scream at you but because you don't bother listening and make me so mad, I can't help but to do it.
You think I like lah?
You think I enjoy screaming at people?
Go f- yourself. Please ignore me if you suddenly see profanities here eventhough I'm against them. With these bunch of ignorant brats, I'm trying very hard not to type those words out but I might just end up doing so.
And wanting to dress up as a photographer? What the hell do you think this is? A costume party? Should I go out and get myself a Bellatrix costume or is that too overdressed for you?
Don't be stuuupid and Shylinee! Yes, I'm directing this bitch slap comment at you.
Oh, cashier or not cashier, wear a fucking skirt.
You want to not wear a skirt or dress up? Get the fuck out of Maid Cafe and into food where you don't have to a single but stand around and look pretty.
You don't want to earn money for the class. Fine. Go away. We don't need you.
And take your lousy, uncommited gang with you. We don't need them either.
Yes, we all want to have fun. If you can wear a skirt for Interact, why can't you wear a skirt for Maid Cafe?
I didn't ask you to wear a miniskirt or one that shows off your legs. You can wear a skirt below your knees for all I care, as long as you resemble a waitress.
Go fuck off, please. I don't need your crap in my face.
And for all I care, you can go and have your Cherry's cream puffs. They are so not better than Bread Papa's. Their quality is below the ground and the pastry is not fluffy and crispy and the cream sticks to your tongue and leaves an unpleasant feeling.
But if you feel like giving our customers low quality things just because you can't spare me RM75 just for 25 pieces of cream puffs, you can go and deal yourself with the cream puffs. I shall handle the chocolate fountain with people who will bother with it. And we shall have jelly. All I will allow you to control is the goddamned cream puffs. And when people don't spread the word that we have awesome cream puffs, the blame shall be on you, alright?
I won't claim any blame for lousy cream puffs. And the sttupid cream puffs are smaller than the palm of my hand. How much are you planning to charge for one? One buck per small miserable piece. Or are you planning to charge one buck for two pieces?
No one will buy a small miserable cream puff slightly bigger than a 50 cent coin for one buck and if you charge one buck for two pieces, profit made? Zero.
Two bucks for three pieces? Isn't that too much? Yes, you get 50 cents profit but still, none is going to us. Profit, no profit, we can't claim anything.
Three bucks per piece for a cream puff bigger than the size of my palm is worth it. But since you guys care about money and not quality, oh, go ahead.
How much or how little we spend, we won't get anything back.
But oh well, you can have your lousy cream puffs. My dad already discussed with the lady who owns the store, 100 pieces for 45 cents each, order by Wednesday, collected on Saturday morning.
But, that's only what I discussed. Neither myself or my parents will make the order or go with you to order. Settle it on your own. I can even ask for a bigger size but oh well, that's you. I'm no longer associating myself with lousy cream puffs.
I wanted good quality cream puffs with cream made from pure vanilla seeds you can see the specks of vanilla in the cream with an intense flavour designed to stun but no, you want cream that lasts for two seconds.
Suit yourself.
And if we succeed, I'd reward each person who stuck by my side with a cream puff of excellent quality and not cheap cream puffs who's price totally suits it.

Muchappreciationandlove,
Lynxoxo