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
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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
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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

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i did a little shop lifting
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i just realised donghae can't close his mouth
reminiscing on my childhood
birthday wishes 7
officially in love with heechul

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Friday, May 14, 2010 @ 9:25 AM

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I don't know why I feel compelled to do this. I just do. I need to get it off my chest.

I've got no one to go to.
My sounding board disappeared months ago. I'm alone in this suffering of mine.

I just wish that one day I'd know what you were thinking and not having this clenching of the heart whenever I see something and interpret it in my manner.

From that day on, anything I see makes me think of something else.

Something that might not even be related.

Yes, I'm sure you have not forgiven me.

I hope you did but your actions prove you wrong.

A distant relationship would not have such coldness.

Maybe I'm misinterpreting it.

Maybe being apart from you for so long makes it difficult for me to read you.

Either way, I still hurt whenever I see you or when you ignore me at times.

It's as if you say we're back to normal but deep inside, you still hold a grudge.

I've no idea what you're thinking no longer. I used to be able to.

I think it's time to let go.

But if I do, I'd lose the world of bliss and ignorance I'm living in.

I miss the little tug of love in my heart whenever I see you.

We'd just go back to being accquaintances like in Form 1.

I sound like a lovesick child.

But I'm not in love.

This love of mine is a love borne of seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years spent together.

I hope you'll realise the extent of my love.

Because once more, I don't see the use of me having it.

But I hold on to that little fragment.

That fragment of hope.

I hearts,

Lyn

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