Personal Message
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my Background...
I know, i know. it's gotta be that: Can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, world series kind of stuff, right?
Haein has always been a bit of a dreamer. one has to be in a world where you can be swallowed up whole, right? her life has been anything but easy and anyone worth anything in her life can tell you so. she was adopted by a white couple when she was really young and has always had a desire to know who her biological parents are. especially because all they left her when they gave her up was a report with all the family's medical history. They seemed to all be in good health and yet somehow she still got it: cancer.
More specifically: cancerous brain tumours. she's gone through multiple surgeries throughout her life to rectify the problem, but she is still kept under close surveillance, especially now with the tumour in her brain growing even aftera ll the radiation. she wears the pink wig in order to hide the fact that she is bald and has scars riddling her scalp. pulling off that wig is like pulling off her hopes and dreams and though people question her choices in colour she refutes them all.
Her parents are nothing less than supportive... Or were. For the past few years they've been fighting more regularly as the bills pile up and they find themselves unable to cope with the financial and emotional stress that is keeping their daughter alive. to haein it feels like they hadn't signed up for a sick child and she isn't wanted.
But that doesn't keep her from dreaming. She has dreams of being the best architect ever. Mock blue prints fill her room, along with inspirational quotes, pictures of her favourite bands, and lots of polaroids. and most of all: stars. because she knows how precious life is. she wants to document every moment, create every worthwhile building in the world and she will never stop reaching for the stars.
More specifically: cancerous brain tumours. she's gone through multiple surgeries throughout her life to rectify the problem, but she is still kept under close surveillance, especially now with the tumour in her brain growing even aftera ll the radiation. she wears the pink wig in order to hide the fact that she is bald and has scars riddling her scalp. pulling off that wig is like pulling off her hopes and dreams and though people question her choices in colour she refutes them all.
Her parents are nothing less than supportive... Or were. For the past few years they've been fighting more regularly as the bills pile up and they find themselves unable to cope with the financial and emotional stress that is keeping their daughter alive. to haein it feels like they hadn't signed up for a sick child and she isn't wanted.
But that doesn't keep her from dreaming. She has dreams of being the best architect ever. Mock blue prints fill her room, along with inspirational quotes, pictures of her favourite bands, and lots of polaroids. and most of all: stars. because she knows how precious life is. she wants to document every moment, create every worthwhile building in the world and she will never stop reaching for the stars.
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my Personality...
| the world is like a box of crayons. some are different colours, some are broken or chipped, some are dull, some don't have a wrapper. but they all know how to live in one box together. |
Haein is kind but easily frazzled. because she's so passionate about her dreams and life in general she often gets flustered and angry when she sees other people taking it for granted. or when she sees people that don't enjoy their jobs or are miserable doing what they do she gets angry. because to her life is precious.
She's also very wistful. a daydreamer at best, always losing herself in her mind. she likes sitting on her roof and making up stories while watching the sun rise. during summer she'll lay there, listening to the catering parties below as her grandmother throws yet another summer bash. she enjoys her solidarity but also thrives in groups, though she's usually the quiet one staring at everything in wonder as she jots notes in her notebook.
she just loves to live.
Some quirks
♥ she wears a pink wig to cover her scalp because it's full of scars.
♥ she tires and weakens very easily, but loves being taken on adventures.
♥ she is the biggest morning person ever and can be seen waking up between 5 and 8 am every day and going to bed at 9 in the evening..
♥ She is utterly fascinated and in awe of people capable of singing and playing instruments..
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A few lovely plots...
| my mama always said: life's like a box of chocolates. you never know what you gonna get. |
I.O.U BRAIN CELLS:
|AVAILABLE|✣|drama/angst|
You and haein are family. you're her older brother/sister except instead of being adopted like her, you were born to the parents. seeing the family fall apart like this, seeing your parents fight all the time is like watching your life fall apart and it's all this "intruder's" fault. you're angry and upset, but despite it all you still love her because you grew up with her: she's your little sister. sometimes you scream at her that you wish she'd never come into your family, but then when you find her with her eyes swollen it's a whole new story. it's a non stop roller coaster - up and down.
fighting for a chance:
|AVAILABLE|✣|romance/?|
(mALE) Who knows how you met haein? maybe she was in your after school architect for beginners class, maybe you shared a class with her. there was something about her that sparked a flare of interest with you and it wasn't the bright pink wig most people whispered about her for. you keep finding excuses to talk to her, keep trying to grab her attention before finally asking for her number and you become each others 2am call, slowly learning more about each other until someone musters up the courage to say it... If it actuallys ends up that way.
blueprints and balloons:
|AVAILABLE|✣|comedy/fluff|
you've been friends with haein for as long as you can remember. you've seen her get sick. you know when she gets weak. you can tell if anything is bothering her and vice versa. you've both had the chicken pox together, you've had measles together, and you've seen each other before when you took baths together in your younger years. the strain on haein's health hasn't been easy on either of you but during one of your birthdays, you both decide that it's time to have some fun. what starts off as a big party ends up being a bash for two as you guys find laughs in whatever you can. stealing icing from the cake and sneaking out of your own party.
strangers like me:
|TAKen|✣|mystery/angst|
*Possible romance* You and haein are practically strangers because you've only ever texted each other. a text to the wrong number ended up in months worth of conversations but neither one of you even know what the other looks like. it's like a modern tale penpal courriel where you guys are each other's 2am calls, sometimes even daring to call each other and dishing out your sentiments to each other. and then one day you meet and it's just the weirdest thing...
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My babies...
my muse...
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To you...
Because this suits you far better than it could ever suit me... Happy Valentine's Day.
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