WHY I AM ME AND MUCH MUCH MORE :DSince 3/4 of my lj posts are about our yummy boys, I am going to dedicate this post to myself. If you want to know the real girl behind the uber crazy fangirl, you've come to the right place. Please scroll down and I'll take you through my life in a not so short flashback with pics of my once young and innocent self :D 
PS: This is written in the form of 3rd person so treat it as I'm telling a story. ^^ The rain started pouring outside and the sound could be heard from inside of the hospital. A man dress in a white robe entered the small room with a saddened look on his face. Upon hearing his footsteps, the woman turned to look at the doctor approaching her, with a little baby girl in her arms. “I’m afraid it’s no use. We’ve done everything we could, “ the doctor announced. “What do you mean?” the woman asked, holding the baby closer to her now. “We’ve tried everything we could. I’m afraid she doesn’t have too long to live” he spoke. “But...but…there must be a way! There must be…You can’t give up on her now!” the woman trailed off with tears choked in her throat, staring wide-eyed at the doctor, longing to find a glimpse of hope in his eyes. As if knowing what her gaze meant, the doctor dropped his gaze, focusing onto a spot on the ground. He heaved a sigh and gathering up his courage, faced the woman and the baby again. “I’m sorry. It’s nearly Christmas, please take her home and give her all your love and support. She’s got no longer than 3 months” he whispered. Upon hearing this, the woman broke into tears and as if understanding what the doctor meant, the baby started crying together with her mother. Realising her crying woke her daughter up, the woman patted the baby comfortingly, whispering “It’s alright; everyhthing’s going to be alright” 14 3/4 years from now, the not so small anymore girl stares at the computer screen, scrolling down pages and pages of dongbang stalker fangirl shots and squealing out of her seats listening to Boxing the Sheep, I’m sorry, I mean “Box in the Ship” and the accapella version of Doushite *v* YEP THAT’S ME. Okok, it might not sound oh so tragic with the rain outside the window, but it’s close enough. This is all true and the rest won’t be tragic anymore, if you bother to read on. (I’ll give you cookies.) 
MY STORY 8D |