*With a swish and a flick, behold a magic trick
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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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A few words would be nice. :D

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go entertain yourself; too much crap
first of all...
the little tears; double meanings

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reminiscing on my childhood
Thursday, April 1, 2010 @ 8:45 PM
reminiscing on my childhood

It's surprising how fast we grow up, you know. I'm being real sentimental here and it's got nothing to do with my JE boys. ;p though most of my sentimental-ness comes from them and Super Junior.
Despite the fact that I'm only sixteen, I think I can clearly say that we're all growing up too fast. And the children of today, the ones who are bratty and noisy and irritatingly rude are so different that the kids we once were.
I still remember the days when every little wrong we did, the cane would land solidly on our hands and we were disciplined to the max. If we dared to answer back, a hand would land on our faces and we would have to fight to hold the tears in because tears were seen as weak.
Children back then were to be seen and not heard and that was how we were brought up. Comparing my childhood to those of the children now, I'm lucky to have been disciplined from a young age to be good and well-mannered.
Children of today are rude and bratty. When they see their parents' friends, they don't call Aunty or Uncle as were taught to and if we didn't back then, we'd get an extremely stern glare.
I must say, children of today have it easy for them. Back when I was a kid, mechanical pencils were expensive to get and I used a normal pencil up till I was eight when my best friend gave me one of her unwanted mechanical pencils.
It was my first and I treasured it because everyone had one and I felt left out using the 'cacat' wooden pencil. Yes, when I was a kid, I was very affected by peer pressure but I forced myself to outgrow the conforms that everyone expects me to be and grew into an individual.
When I was younger, handphones were like only for adults. All of us kids used the house phones to talk to one another for centuries. My best friend and I used to talk forever on the phone and we wouldn't even put it down until we got scolded.
That was how useful the house phone was back then even if the cellphone is now extremely versatile and much needed. I still don't own one and I'm getting along fine. I've realised that i didn't need material items to live even if it made my life a little easier.
People back then didn't own tellys or computers or even phones and they managed to live life to the fullest.
Most people nowadays would say that they were really 'ulu' or old-fashioned but I think they are to be upheld and honoured. After all, those of the olden days had it easier. They didn't fight to be in the corporate world. They didn't fight over corruption. People were content wherever they were even if it meant that they could grow hungry.
They valued life itself.
That was what kept them moving.
Looking at today's kids, almost all below the age of seven own a cellphone. I mean, Oo. I'm sixteen and I don't even have one. What need would a kid of five or six need a cellphone for? They don't conduct business. They don't need to make long calls asking for homework.
Isn't it a bit silly for the parents of these spoilt children to get them cellphones when they demand for one instead of making them work for it? All my materialistic items had been worked for. My first Walkman. My first radio. My first iPod. My second iPod. The computer I'm typing at now.
Obviously clothes and books don't count.
Clothes are a necessity though I tend to buy alot of unwanted ones. ;p
Books on the other hand. That's another story. Children of today barely read. Ask them to pick up a book and they'll return to the PSP's and XBoxes. After all, their parents never valued books unlike how my parents did.
All kids will not like to read. They prefer to sit around and play with their toys. Or run around and release alot of pent-up energy. We're kids after all. But the parents never set aside a time for them to even do a little reading unlike how my mother did.
In fact, if it weren't for my mother, my writing skills wouldn't even exist. She instilled a love for reading in me. Truthfully, when I was younger, I hated to read. My mother would smack me each time I refused to read.
As I grew older, I grew to love reading and the way the spun words can make me long for more. I grew to love books as well. And when I decided that the words in the books didn't meet my own fantasies, I created my own.
I only began seriously creating my own stories when I was ten. ;p
But even when I was younger, I tried my hand at writing stories. My first ever story went like this:


Once upon a time, there lived a very beautiful black sheep by the name of [insert name]. And they lived happily every after.
(:
Yeah, you can see how infatuated with writing I was. ;p Even when I was kid, I had perfect grammar. I still remember how we were supposed to write a short experience of our visit to a police station and when my teacher checked it, she told me to purposely put in a mistake just so she could correct one. ;p so I changed 'me' to 'em'.
Kids of today are useless. They are so self-centered. And it's not their faults either. Their parents made them that way by not training them.
Wow, what a long rant.
And the cartoons that the kids of today watch. I miss the days when we had Pokemon, Digimon and the old-fashioned, hand-drawn Mickey Mouse. ;p These were classic shows that will never ever run out of style. How I wish the kids of today know how to appreciate them. ;p

Here's the wonderful source of my rant.
The Pokemon Season 1 Theme Song. ;p



Muchloveandappreciation,
Lynxoxo