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.Wednesday, June 29, 2016 ' 12:21 AM Y
& I'm waiting

Mozart!

So this is how it feels like to really feel your emotions through the musical, to cry with you, to watch you smile and take fans' gifts, to hand you a gift personally, to crazily recall whatever happened, to massively review photos and videos on tweets, to see myself in those fan videos, and to realise that whatever happened wasn't what I thought happened.

Still, I'm satisfied. It felt like the first step in truly acknowledging that I'm a fan, to not to have to deny wanting to see you all, to hide the excitement within me from others.

There's so much mixed feelings right now I just want to laugh and cry at the same time. The musical, your acting, the music, your singing, your smile, your warm greetings... The fact that I'm leaving in a day or so, the fact that this unknown future feels so vague.

Is that how you feel from time to time too? I'll draw courage from your smile to take this step to the outside world. Because while you and the others are working hard, I should be working hard too.

Till then... Till I see you and others again, I'll bravely smile and find my own spot, find my own path in life. And till then and beyond, I'll be praying for your and others' health and smile.

E.L.F. - Everlasting friend.

Perhaps it's impossible to always be your fan, but it feels like I'll forever be your friend, supporting you no matter where I am. 슈주... 규현오빠... 늘 고맙고 사랑한다.




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` Luping
` Amethyst (Ame)
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` 6H'06 FTPPS
` 104'07 204'08 302'09 402'10 NYGH
` 11S6A HCJC
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Luping is a lost child that has been seeking for her career direction since the first time someone asked her "What would you like to be when you grow up?", when she was still too tiny to reach the basin in her house. Despite reading books like What Should I Do with My Life: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question by Po Bronson, she had been searching like a headless housefly (literally translated from 无头苍蝇) past graduation when she actually probably needed to find a job. Eventually, she found a job and a... direction.

For those who know Luping personally, she loves plushies/soft toys and is prepared to go on war with anyone who gets their hands on her babies. Her babies are personified with voices of hers and her Mummy's, and both of them enjoy framing the babies for things they obviously cannot do. When her Mummy suggested that if one day, the babies actually speak up, “那应该会吓死” (it would probably frighten one to death), she responded that she will instead “开心死” (be happy till death) if xiaofenhong (our cute, hot pink, flat bunny) replies her. That is the extent of her loneliness love for her babies.

And for those who know Luping as Amethyst, she is a rather huge fangirl of the Korean boy band, Super Junior. So much that she learnt (and is still learning - 반가워요!) Korean in hope of understanding what they say without subtitles and avoiding the losses in translation. She has been a fanfic writer for two years and counting, which sparked off her interest in writing and thus, this blog to practise writing so that one day, she might have the courage to apply for a (content) writer position or send in a manuscript to a publisher.

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