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THE MUSHROOM



name : tan juan
age : 18
hometown : malaysia


PIECES OF ME

LOVES

MUSHROOMS
shopping
drawing
TURQUOISE
MUSIC
rainbows
chocolates
chinese orchestra
fairy tales

HATES

CICAK WTF
creepy crawlies
homework
COPY CATS
chinese




GREAT ESCAPES

*chelsea*
*chia chia*
*crystal*
*ee leng*
*ee teng*
*jhing huey*
*jia lee*
*jo ying*
*jun fang*
*lee mei*
*mok mok*
*ning zhen*
*pei jia*
*pei qi*
*rui mei*
*su yin*
*teik hua*
*tict chyn*
*wen huey*
*wen yuan*
*xin yuan*
*xue yi*
*yi ching*





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♥ Tuesday, January 29, 2008 ♥
Oh, Whatever.

29 January 2008

This is a boring post about our new puppy, will just call him, umm, him here, because currently he's still unnamed. Thought of lots of names but nothing seems to fit him.

Thought of Ashley but Ashley doesn't seem to be a name for males.

Thought of Gy, but err, weird.

Thought of Dopey because I think he looks sleepy. And stupid.

Thought of just ... Doggy because it's the easiest.

Thought of ... oh, whatever.

Hey!! Actually, that's a good name.

"Oh, Whatever, come here, there's a bone for you!!"

Not too bad isn't it.

Here's the nicest photo of him so far :



Oh, Whatever is not a Pedigree dog but who cares, I like dogs as long as they're cute. And clean. And those who don't poop in the middle of nowhere for us poor humans to step on. Oh, and of course, those who don't jump up at you violently every time they see you. It can get so annoying!! Dirty, muddy paws and wet, dirty tongues and drool ... EEW. And and and!! The dogs shouldn't have too many wrinkles. In fact, they shouldn't have ANY wrinkles at all. Ah. And I prefer dogs without ears that stand up. Uggh. Except German Shepherds. And Great Danes. And ... oh, whatever.



He's biting the piece of 5 cm paper I cut out to measure my hair. I know. Crazy, isn't it?? I mean me, not the dog. Measuring my hair, what's the point?? I mean, who in their right minds would measure their hair except for crazy people in Malaysia?? Or just in Penang, I don't know about other states. Probably the same. You see, having long hair really doesn't ... Okay. End of subject. Don't want to waste my time over something I've wasted thousands of years over and something that I know that will never change until I FINALLY LEAVE OUR BEASTLY SCHOOL FOR GOOD.

That's actually very polite and, err, summarized?? of me. I was going to say :

I finally ditch our fucking stupid school for good and wait until it has to close down because after hearing about our constant wails and complains about how all the rules were such a pain in the ass nobody really wants to go to that school anymore, and fucking GOOD RIDDANCE, too.

Arrgh.

Okay. Time to say something sweet because maybe someone might come across what I just said.

Eherm.

Well, firstly, I really do love all the people in school. Friends, classmates, people I don't know, people I know and don't know, people I know but ignore, people I hate and love, people I love, people I hate, people I ... err, like to kill, errr, teachers, errrr, headmistress, and ... I guess that's about it. Oh. And the school guards. And the photographer. Oh, and how could I ever forget the hard work of all the people working at the canteen?? And the people who clean the toilets??

Oh, I love you all all right.

Secondly, umm, is actually the same as above.

Third one please refer to the first.

Fourth one is, oh, screw it, I LOVE YOU, MY SCHOOL!!!

Yep. I AM insane.

Anyway, back to the topic of dogs.



*winks*

He's winking at you, see?? How adorable. And err, how ... stupid??

I sacrificed my own life to take a photo with him, you know??

First, he bites. And it hurts a hell lot. He almost just bit me on my cheek. Uggh. Actually, he DID bit me on the cheek. What the heck.

Second, he's heavy. For such a young dog.

Third, I took the photo with the flash on because I know he looks nicer with the flash on and I look nicer with the flash off. His fur will look a gorgeous golden brown, his eyes blue. Blond and blue eyes, my favorite hair and eye color combination!! And with the flash on my face will look oily, my hair will look greasy, oh, I just suck.



I've been dreaming of a True Love's Kiss ...

I rate him a 11/10 kisser. Hmm.

=P

I told you it was boring.


craving chocolate kisses ..
10:22 PM


♥ Sunday, January 27, 2008 ♥
Tiny Stuff to Show You

27 January 2008

Chinese New Year is almost here, and I am so excited!! Not only I have the chance to get lots of money with only a curt Happy New Year to those married relatives (heehee), I also can see all my cousins again, and even, maybe, I can get a taste of the yummy chocolate fountain again!!

Oh. And I also have the chance to gain weight.

Damn it.

I'm seeing all those Chinese New Year decorations everywhere, it's sort of haunting me. Even in our stupid school. I just remember that someone has hung up some hideous, giant red Chinese lanterns in our school foyer. At least, I think it IS our school foyer. Maybe it's somewhere else. It might even be in our own house. I couldn't remember.

But on second thought. No, I don't think it's in our house. We don't even have the time to decorate for Chinese New Year. And what's the point of decorating?? No point. The only point about Chinese New Year is the red packets full of money. Ha ha.

Actually we DID decorate our house, only it wasn't exactly decorated before and FOR Chinese New Year. The vases of red flowers has been in our house for like, years already?? Probably put there during Chinese New Year years ago, and then was left there until now because we couldn't be bothered to keep it.

And I am SO pissed!!

What, there's like only one week until Chinese New Year and I don't really have any new clothes!! Damn. But who says one has to wear new clothes during Chinese New Year anyway?? Maybe I'll set a new trend (*aherm* Like I can do that), and in years everyone will be wearing curtains during Chinese New Year!! Can you imagine??

Flowery ones. Soft, plush ones. Velvet ones. Thick ones in royal blue and gold. Burberry-like plaid ones. Silk ones. Oh, and of course transparent lace ones!! =P

Hmm.

"Curtains are the new black." - Tan Juan, 15, International Teenage Trend-setter

Mwahahaha.

Wait wait wait. Did you notice that the gorgeous dresses made by Giselle in the movie Enchanted is also made by curtains?? Oh, and the outfits for the seven children in the musical The Sound of Music??

See, I told you curtains are perfect clothing materials.

Anyway. I have some tiny stuff to show you.



Very cute, no?? It's like, 1/4 of your palm!! Sooo tiny!! =)



What are these?? Chewing gum?? The black pearls from the bubble milk tea??

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Oh my God. They're so damn CUTE!!

Mini grapes.

Actually, I don't really know what they're called. My mum said it was blueberries, but hello?? Blueberries are blue and doesn't look anything like this. My dad, even worse, said it was blackberries. When I said no, then he changed his mind and said they were raspberries. What?!?? Are raspberries purplish-black you tell me?? They don't come in great bunches clumped together like this, and they are not so round.

At least no one said strawberries.



Oops. I think I've grown accustomed to taking photos with the weirdest things possible, from books to fruits.

Anyway, look how messy my hair is!! The fringe is still as long as ever. I seriously need to cut my hair!! The prefects are going to check our hair tomorrow. And I haven't got my hair cut. What the fuck. Was going to go with Jane yesterday but she forgot that she was supposed to bring me along.

I seem to be cursed with bad luck these few days.

=(



My seventh aunt's baby!!

Err. Actually I have to admit I think he looks kind of stupid. Don't you think??

But he looks like he's thinking about lots of things. We were all very confused and were trying to imagine what a young baby like him can think about. Rattles. How uncomfortable the pampers are. What time he should pee. Milk. Mummy's boobs.

Okay, yucks. Especially when his mummy is my aunt.



Still the same expression.

My aunt said my other aunt called the baby a ... what do you call it, the color-changing lizard?? Or it IS called the color-changing lizard??! They said the baby's face kept changing colors. A moment it's very red. The other moment it's black, gray and dirty-looking. Kind of like in the pictures above. Then the other moment it turned pink. Then it turned green. Then purple. Then neon yellow. Then ...

Sorry. Getting carried away, as usual. No purples, no neons.

:P

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I can't wait for Chinese New Year!! :D

* Go Back *


craving chocolate kisses ..
1:36 PM


♥ Wednesday, January 23, 2008 ♥
Say Congratulations to Me!!

23 January 2008

You've got to say congratulations to me. You simply have to.

You've got to congratulate me for FOUR things :

1. I GOT THE GOSSIP GIRL PREQUEL!!!



The front cover is so perfectly gorgeous, don't you think??

And that's not all.



Even the BACK cover of the book is so gorgeous.

Well, err, that's because I bought the hard cover version of the book. The soft cover version doesn't have a back cover, and the front cover is not shiny. In other words, it's a whole lot uglier.

Anyway, this is my first guilty splurge of 2008. I thought most guilty splurges are for those gorgeous things we girls love.

Actually it's not so terribly expensive, and not exactly a very guilty splurge because I'm now so totally in love with the book and is handling it with care, which is seldom for me as I never take care of them carefully. I'd throw them around when I'm angry. I'd throw them around when I'm not angry. I'd stepped on them sometimes. Not on purpose, but not accidentally either, because I know they were there, I just couldn't be bothered to avoid it and land my feet one centimeter away from the book. And of course that doesn't count as doing it on purpose, I never had the intention to step on my book purposely. Why should I??

He he.

But, really, the book IS terribly expensive compared to the soft cover version.

BUT!!

The hard cover version has :

1.) A really nice and shiny front AND back cover.
2.) A ... hard cover. Probably can last for a longer time.
3.) Better paper quality, I guess.
4.) Err, that's about all??

Oh, oh, WAIT!! There's another one :



There's this pretty gold-and-white-striped pages at the first and last pages of the book. Isn't it pretty??

So, the hard cover version compared to the soft cover version has about, err, RM30 of price difference. The soft cover one is RM39.90. Which is the same price as a normal Gossip Girl book. The hard cover version is ....

... RM68.90

Okay. Stop trying to make me even more guiltier.

BUT!!!!!!

I think it's worth it. The book can last for a longer time, which is a good thing, because I'm probably going to read the book for lots of times, and looking at the gorgeous covers is enough to make me smile and feel like the happiest girl alive. For the time being anyway.

Let's do some mathematics.

The hard cover. ----- RM10
The shiny front cover. ----- RM5
The shiny back cover. ----- RM8
The gold and white striped pages. ----- RM4

Which sums up to ... RM27.

And the rest of the money can be a token of gratitude to the author for writing books that are so nice to read and make me so happy. The day I bought my first Gossip Girl book is the start of my happiness.

Okay, that might be slightly exaggerated.

But, thank God for letting me decide to buy my first Gossip Girl book. Honestly, I've never thought of buying it before. I always take a glance at it every time I visit the book shop, probably because of the cool covers which so many books are trying to copy right now (I think they ARE trying to). One day, because I couldn't find the book I want, I just snatched up the fourth Gossip Girl book : Because I'm Worth It, and take a look at the comments and synopsis, and decided to buy it.

Then I'm addicted.

He he.

Okay, now, SAY CONGRATULATIONS TO ME!!

For spending an extra RM30 just for the book covers, and for finally getting the book I've been looking for a thousand years ago.

I AM SO HAPPY!!!!



See, I couldn't even resist taking photos with the gorgeous to-die-for covers of the book even when my hair sucked like hell and I promised myself never to take a single photo until I finally got my hair cut.

I AM IN LOVE!!!

Err, besides mushrooms, that is.

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2. I TOOK THE NICEST INDIVIDUAL SCHOOL PHOTO EVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE.

Yeah, I did.

Fucking WICKED photo I took. You'd drool over them because I look so damn pretty.

YEAH, RIGHT.

Damn. I've been like, looking forward to, oh, finally, a nice photo after all these sucky photos I've took years before.

And I guess I got my wish. Hah.

Yesterday when I was at school, I found out that yesterday was the last day of the photo-taking. What the FUCK?? I thought they said it's until the end of the month?? Oh yay. I haven't even got my hair cut.

Tried combing my fringe until it doesn't cover at least half of my eye. Sadly, I failed.

I was so desperate.

Some stranger, I think it's one of my primary school teacher's daughter, helped me arrange my hair. I'm grateful, really I am, but I have to admit that my hair in the photo sucked like hell. It's not her fault, I know, my hair just doesn't look nice when it's arranged like that. I'm just not used to it. I mean, WHAT?? I don't want to get used to it. My hair was like ...

*shakes head*

I don't think words can describe it, except for the words : PLAIN UGLY.

Fucking hair. Fucking school. I don't blame it on the photographer because he is really nice, and it was the school who set the date line for this fucking photo-taking thing. In the past two years we always took our photos during February and I don't know what the fucking rush is this year.

Actually if I got the chance to retake the photos, like, if I'm not pleased with the photos, then I'd plead with the photographer and tell him that I want to retake, then I wouldn't be quite as miserable.

As luck would have it, it was yesterday that the photographer's camera is OUT OF BATTERY.

Fuck it.

Noooooo. What sucks worst than having ugly school photos?? My life is officially over.

=(

But no, on second thought, I'll stare at the Gossip Girl prequel covers. The beauty of the covers will make me feel happier.

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3. WE GOT A NEW DOG!!!

Yes, we did, almost one year after Barky came, and months after Barky's unfortunate death.

Both the dogs came from the same family, I think. Same old wrinkles, same old fatness, same old stupid face. Ha ha. Actually Barky doesn't look stupid, but I have to say this new dog does.



Hello!!

=)

Want to see how it's face looks like?? I'll show you, no matter what you say. I'll show you how stupid he looks.

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HELLO!!!!

He he. :)

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HELLO AGAIN!!!

Err, actually he doesn't have blue eyes, but I think blue eyes would look nicer with how strawberry-blond his fur looks like in this photo. He's actually brown and brown eyed, but, I don't care, I prefer blue eyes and if the dog is not a Golden Retriever with blond fur, strawberry blond fur will just have to make do.

And I know he doesn't look stupid here, thanks to the flash. I'll show you a really stupid photo of him soon!!

And I'd like to thank him for waking us all up at 4 in the morning for nothing. He kept whining, howling, yowling, screaming, shouting, yelling, shrieking, squealing, snorting, WHATEVER, until my mum has to go down and calm him down for a bit. Said that he's tired of being in a cage, and wants to come out. But what can we do?? Let him loose around the house for the whole night by himself, and waking up to step on his poop and pee first thing in the morning??

Eew. Not to mention dead corpses of lizards, cockroaches and those kind of things dogs love to kill.

Anyway, this dog, he's really very active for such a young dog!! He can already play with Jane's adult female beagle, Lassie. (The female word is just an extra. Don't think our puppy knows what a female means to a male yet.) But I guess Lassie is really gentle and not that aggressive like Jane's two other male dogs. Our puppy even chased Lassie around, and attempted to pounce on Lassie. Err, without any intentions of ... you know.

Oops. Getting carried away. He's still a puppy!!

Our old dog Barky just kept sleeping all the time and only waking up occasionally to whine, howl, yowl, scream, shout, yell, shriek, squeal, and snort. Even when there's Lassie to play with at Jane's house.

He he.

I think it's become a tradition for every new puppy to visit Jane's house.

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4. I GOT A PRESENT!!

Erm, not exactly a real present but still a present nevertheless, from my mum, because she simply doesn't use that thing. Neither do I (YET), to be honest, but I don't mind, because it's pretty.



It's shiny, that's why I love it. I can even see my own reflection. Those who know me well should know that I love things that reflect, and always look at my own reflection in people's car windows. Because the toilets are too smelly to keep going in and glancing at my reflection in vain, and we aren't allowed to bring mirrors to school because they're scared we'd ruin the school grounds with pieces of mirrors, and accidentally killed our teachers with the mirror.

Oops.

Anyway, guess what the thing in the picture is!!



Ooh. Shiny.

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There's a mirror, and that's why I love it even more.

Of course you already know what it is, but if you don't, then ... kill yourself. Preferably with a brick.

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My seventh aunt is coming over soon with her new baby!! I think later on our house will be a ... um, I don't know. Baby's wails and puppy's howls aren't exactly a good combination, don't you think??

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craving chocolate kisses ..
11:46 AM


♥ Sunday, January 20, 2008 ♥
Pig In Distress

20 January 2008

Pig slaughter.

*gulps*

Okay, not exactly slaughter slaughter, but dumping a pig into a huge tank of cold water, plus all the pigs' noisy and hair-raising squeals is enough to make one understand that a pig is being slaughtered.

Only that it's done in a different way.

I never thought that I'd ever have to see the evil and cruel deed of pigs being killed in my whole life. I was at my sixth aunt's house, and somewhere near there was a Pig Farm. They know my sister and I love pigs because we have so many pig soft toys at home, and we watched the movie Babe and found it very cute. So we visited the farm, and we thought that we were only going to see pigs (smelly, arrgh), get fleas all over us and smear ourselves with pig poop. Who knew the kind (not so kind, if that's what he did) farmer invited us to see the new way of killing pigs, by dumping and pressing them down firmly below the water, drowning them in a huge water tank. The farmer said this was an easier way to kill pigs without making them suffer QUITE as much as taking a knife and just chopping off their heads or however they actually kill pigs. And there's no blood, which makes it easier to clean up and all those.

*shudders*

It's so horrible and just ... horrible you'd puke when you see it. Imagine if it was you yourself being dunked under the water and died. It's even worse than getting a knife and chopping off my head. Being drowned, you need to suffer for a longer period, and before you actually died, you'll keep thinking that "I'm going to die, God, save me, I'm going to die.". If you're being killed with a knife its a bit easier, before you even have the chance to know that you're going to be killed, your head is already rolling on the floor, with blood splattered everywhere.

I'm not going to be able to sleep, ever again in my whole life. I can even hear the squeals in my head, and it's very unpleasant. I never thought that ... Errgh. I'll never mistreat my pig soft toys again in my whole life.

I did take some photos. I know it's really bad of me for taking photos of such a cruel and evil thing. But I thought more people should know about the pigs, what poor things they are, and how mistreated the are by humans.

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It's scary, I'm warning you.

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HA HA HA.

=P

*squeals* "I don't want to die!! At least, wait until my nose stop bleeding can or not??"

I take pleasure in killing my own soft toy pigs.



The Path to it's Death.



Oh. How brave. How sad.

=(





"Hmm, cute angel outfit, teapots and teacups ... I guess heaven's a nice place after all."

:P

That's lame. Ha ha ha.


craving chocolate kisses ..
3:12 PM


♥ Friday, January 18, 2008 ♥
Sometimes I Can't Help Hating Her. =(

18 January 2008

SUPER LONG POST AHEAD!!

Like I said before, after my declare of love to mushrooms in the previous post, I'll become the miserable old me again, and it can't be any more truer. Say hello to the unhappy me again, thanks to my mum.

I'm getting a tad bit fed up with my mum and her ways.

Actually the "tad bit" bit is a lie, because she's much worse than "a tad bit", and I can't stand it anymore. Much as I hate to say it, I really can't help hating her sometimes. I was so angry just now I even .....

Okay, I didn't do anything mad like scold her right in the face, I'm not that disrespectful yet, she IS my mum and I love her, and even if I am that disrespectful, I won't have the guts to do something like that, because if I do I'd probably be sleeping on the sidewalks for the rest of my life, alone with my insect magnetism*.

*Insects really love me, I think. Always, bees buzz around me, moths love to fly past my ears, flies love to eat my food, mosquitoes love my blood (it RHYMES!!), and one time some insect even flew straight into my mouth. Uggh.)

I really need to confide in someone. Someone who will understand my feelings. I can't very well tell my problems to my mum, can I, when almost all of her replies are scoldings?? Maybe she's not even scolding, she just sounded really rude, and her voice is really loud, and I mean REALLY loud (even louder than mine), and she sounds exactly like she's gonna chop off my head with her stupid bread knife or something.

I was going to take photos at school, the individual student photo, whatever it's called, and the photographer said that my fringe is too long, so I have to cut it short, THEN I can take the photos. Well, I admit that my fringe IS very long, and the sides too short, and ... what the fuck, I'm back to the stupid hair cut issue (click) again. Damn. Thinking about it makes me squirm with anger.

*shakes head wildly*

I'm not going to remember that stupid fucking day when I almost pulled my hair off in desperation. Damn. I wish I can have fucking hair extensions. =(

Anyway, so, I have to cut my fringe, and I dreaded telling my mum about it for the whole day at school. I know she'll say something sharp and extremely blunt, she always does. And no matter what, it's always my fault.

Not for only once, when we are going to school, and we were already ready for ages, it's HER who was late, because she has to put on make up (to school??! What the hell.), dress up nicely. Then she sounded like she was blaming us. Asking us to hurry up when it's her who was the slow one.

Why??? Why must she always blame us when it's not even our faults??

And THAT always makes me do things in secret, sneak in, sneak out like a thief, worrying about whether if I'll get caught by my mum, grounded for life (not that I can actually go out before, I'm already and always "grounded" for eternity) and killed by a brick she aimed at my head.

Time for some confessions.

I have to get my hair cut myself, secretly. I mean, hair cut, no big deal, but it's my MOM I'm talking about. She doesn't let me go out even with 4 or 5 of my friends, let alone by myself. Said that I might get kidnapped or raped or something. I know she probably cares about us very much, but ... sometimes it's just very trying. It isn't exactly fun to watch your friends all go out and play and you're like, stuck at home, thinking about what they're doing, how much fun they're having. Since she doesn't let me go out, obviously I'm not allowed to get my hair cut with my friends too. And she scolds when I told her I need a hair cut. Why must I bear with all those shit when it's not even my fault that my hair grew so fast?? When our school made so stupid rules like having only 5 cm long hair below your earlobes?? Or maybe my mum wants me to have a hair cut that can last for a whole year at school without having to go for a fucking hair cut ever again.

So I sneak out to get my hair cut with my friends, without her knowing. Or maybe she knows. *shrugs*

I went out with my friends, secretly. I'm not proud of this, but like I said it's really very mood-dampening when you're left out of all your friends' activities. My friends had went out without me lots of times, and I don't really mind that much at first, but sometimes I couldn't help but feel very alone. I mean, my mum doesn't even let me go out OCCASIONALLY. Not even once in a year, unless ...

"There must be an adult with you BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH."

Fuck it. I don't see the difference. She allows us to go out if there's an adult, even if you and the adult are walking different ways. What's the difference between walking different ways with the adult and without the adult?? It's the same. Maybe she thinks that the adult can come to our aid when we're in trouble. It's true, but can someone help?? I don't have a cell phone, I can't even call anybody even if was in trouble.

So, I sneaked out, and even lied to my parents that I'm going to my friend's house, celebrating a birthday, something like that. Little white lies, only they're not exactly little. I feel seriously uncool and guilty for lying, but ... sometimes I just can't help it. If I ask my parents if I can go out with my friends, the answer every time is no way, I said no way, can you understand the word no way??

I can't.

No way means ... yes??

*sigh*

I have to blame part of all this on all the fucking rapers, kidnappers, robbers, and stupid people. I've said this thousands of times in my previous posts, so I won't waste my breathe for these stupid people again.

Okay, back to the tell-my-mum-about-my-hair story. So I braved myself and told her. Predictably, I got scolded. "Lectured" at. I told her first thing after I reached home. And she said, it's your fault what (yeah, it's my fault. Err, actually, how come it's my fault??), you yourself don't want to cut it shorter, I ask you to cut (SHE DID MEH!?? I DON'T THINK SHE APPEARED ON THE SCENE OF MY FUCKING UNFORTUNATE HAIR CUT, SHE DROPPED US THERE ONLY) it shorter, you don't want to, your problem lor.

You think I want to have hair like that???!?! You think I fucking ASKED for hair like that?? Hello, it's my hair, I very well can feel how long my hair is, and how it make my eyes uncomfortable. I asked the damned person to cut my fringe short and the sides, don't even touch a single fucking strand and she did the total opposite. (I know I've said this thousands of times too but I can't help it, I need to release my "re-flamed" anger) Either she's plain stupid, or she's plain stupid.

*takes a deep breathe*

So I told my mum I didn't ask for so long fringes, and then she started to say that I never did cut my hair short in the early days.

See, I'm blamed again. Blame it on the fucking person who cut my hair lar, why is it my fault?? The person mistook my meaning and cut my sides short instead of the front, such a stupid mistake, that do I even dare to tell her that my fringe is way too long?? I'd probably don't have any hair left if I did. Now that's a scary thought. Since she's an apprentice, she might make my hair uneven (actually she DID), so she has to cut it shorter again, and oh no, still uneven, and repeat the same thing until I have no hair left for her to ruin.

My mum said it was my problem that my hair was so long. FINE. My problem. So let me fucking go out and get my own fucking hair cut by myself without you since you're so busy to even take me out for a hair cut at someplace else, can or not??

Cannot is the answer. I didn't actually asked but I knew the answer without asking.

Tomorrow is Saturday and we all need to go to school, so I'd probably wouldn't have the time to have my hair cut, because the shop opposite school was closed due to some renovation (I think so, I never bothered to find out), so there's really nowhere else I can go without having to walk some distance (and without my mum finding out). My friends asked me to go out tomorrow afternoon after school, and I'd probably couldn't because of my parents unless if I lied again, which is something I don't want to do. If I went out with my friends then I can get my hair cut, if I don't, then I can't. But I can't go out, which means I can't get my hair cut.

=(

It's seriously complicated and I don't know what to do.

And back to the confide in someone thing. Besides my mother, I can't tell my father either, because he'd probably scold me too, since he has a really HOT temper. If he's really angry you'd get shooed out of the house for the whole damned night.

And no way I'm telling my sister. She's the same bred with my mum.

And I already told most of my friends (sorry for boring you all), but I don't know, I don't seem to be able to stop thinking about it, and be happy and ... just empty, without all these stupid stuff to think and cry over about.

I was so desperate, you know what I did?? I actually talked and whispered to a soft toy called MoMo. At least she listened and never scolded me like everyone else.

Oh, and of course I can confide all my thoughts to my dear blog. Thanks for listening, I love you.

=(

And I really can't stop thinking about how my mum always says that I'm so rude. Even if I am. Actually, I am, but what about her?? She's not really different, really. Sometimes I just flare up quickly because of something someone said, but so does everyone else. You can't help it, can you?? Sometimes you can't really control your feelings that well, can you?? It's not easy. Especially when you're with someone like my mom who talks so sharply and rudely every time. It's hard to even TRY to be nice. I told my mum nicely about my fringe, and all I got were those loud and blunt replies. Of course I flared up. I take after all of their hot tempers. I can't seem to be able to talk that nicely to someone who doesn't talk nicely to me.

(And my parents feel the same. SO WHY CAN'T THEY BE NICER TO ME SO I CAN TRY TO BE NICE?? I know sometimes I was really annoyed and irritated, I was much ruder than I thought, and of course they got angry. My fault this time, I know, and sorry, but normally people wouldn't lose their tempers until such a point, until they want you to leave the house.)

But I tried to be nice, honestly. I know I sound like some stupid proud person who's talking about how good I have been, but whatever. I know I always got scolded when I flared up, even if it is just a "minor" flare-up, so I tried to control my temper. And did they even TRY to control theirs?? I know they're my parents but that doesn't mean that they can lose their tempers over us all the time.

Whatever.

If I'm not careful I'm going to love school more than I love home. Today, even though I have absolutely zero reason to stay back at school for the afternoon, I did. Even when I'm so fucking tired and couldn't even open my eyes properly. Even when my legs were so tired they felt like jelly. Even if I'm sick. I'd rather be with my friends, at least they can save me from all those stupid crap.

*sigh*

I am very miserable.

AND I'm sick. Sore throat. Slight fever. Runny nose. Can someone just kill me?? *sobs desperately* I'm really lonely. Can someone get me a robot play mate that I can talk to?? I need it a lot. You might think that having siblings means you're not lonely. You're wrong. You have play mates, homework mates and all that, but we don't even really know about each other, can't even confide in each other even though we ARE siblings. They might think you're a crazy sister just because you have so many problems. They might think that what you did is something bad even when it's not. They might even tell your secrets to your parents.

*sobs even more desperately*

AND I'm overtired. Slept at around 2 o'clock last night and woke up at around 6 o'clock this morning. I have to blame this on myself, though, because I did my homework at the last minute.

Illness and overtired-ness is not a good combination.

*

Oh and I totally forgot to say that, nice as my mother is for helping me with my Art work ... Guess what?? She kind of scolded me again. She scolded me for not doing it properly. How can I help it?? I already said my painting sucks days before I did the Art work, that I have zero skills in painting, and I was so tired at the time. She said that I should have done this (in a SHARP, BLUNT and BLAMING-ME way, DUH) like that. I appreciate her teachings, but can she just say it in a nice way, like a teacher?? (She is a teacher by the way) She's like, yelling at you lor. How am I supposed to know I should do it that way?? I'm not a mind reader. She didn't told me earlier, and after I painted it on, THEN she scolded that I should do it that way.

:(

Well, I guess I'll have to think it some other way. Maybe her way of talking is like scoldings to me. But I find that hard to believe. My father's friend is now at my house, and the way she's talking to him is so NORMAL. Just so ... normal.

*shakes head*

I'm very tired.

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7:05 PM


♥ Tuesday, January 15, 2008 ♥
I'm Addicted To You

15 January 2008

I'm so happy!!

For tonight anyway. Starting from tomorrow morning when I go to school, I'll be back to my usual unhappy, miserable and bored person I used to be.


Yummy tom yam noodles cooked by my mum.

That's why I'm so happy.

No, no, not because I particularly love tom yam although it tastes great, but ... if you're stupid enough not to notice ...

*****

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If you still don't see anything special and all you see is a pile of dog poo, you can prepare to kill yourself by banging your head on a brick wall.

(Why bricks again??)

Mushrooms!! Oh my God, I love them so much. They're pure LOVE. Bah, who cares if somebody broke my heart?? Who cares if someone dumped me??

In other words, who needs LOVE when one can have MUSHROOMS??

Firstly, mushrooms don't break your heart, unless if you're really poor and you couldn't afford to buy them, and it hurts so much you'd kill yourself with a brick.

Secondly, you don't need to gussy up until you're so damn gorgeous just because you're going to eat a mushroom. And cooking a mushroom takes a shorter time than making up. A mushroom loves you no matter how ugly you are.

Thirdly, mushrooms are much easier to find. If you finished it, you can get another one in like, 1 minute. Anyone who got love 1 minute after they're dumped must be someone so totally irresistible, gorgeous, hot, and perfect. And the "anyone" probably doesn't exist.

Fourthly, mushrooms taste better than lips. Mushrooms are juicy, nice to nibble, with a nice smooth surface. And it tastes really good. Some lips are dry, peeling, and ... it's not juicy at all. Unless if you say a mouth full of drool is juicy. Eew.

Oh. And mushrooms are much cuter, don't you think??


What is there not to like about mushrooms?

Although some mushrooms suck, but most of them are really nice!! Button mushrooms are my absolute favorite!! Straw mushrooms, Lace mushrooms, Enoki mushrooms ...

I AM IN LOVE!!!!

He he.



craving chocolate kisses ..
10:00 PM


♥ Sunday, January 13, 2008 ♥
I'm a Freaking Stupid BUNNY!!

13 January 2008

Ha ha ha.

For the first time, I seem to be following My New Year Resolutions.

I know : Lousy, typical resolutions made by a typical girl. Anyway, I'll show you why I said I'm keeping up with my New Year Resolutions.

I EAT THIS :

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Baby Carrots.

I've turned into a bunny, and nobody noticed.

*turns around and glances at ass*

Ball of fluff. Check.

*glances in the mirror*

Huge front teeth that sticks out. Check.

Long ears. CHECK.

Please, please don't don't love me anymore just because I'm a bunny who eats freaking baby carrots, okay??

Actually, you were expecting the picture to be some sort of diet pills or diet milkshake right?? Honestly I don't know why people eat those kind of crap which has absolutely zero effect at all. Even if it worked, you're still unhealthy. Thin, but unhealthy, which is even worst than fat and unhealthy. If you're fat at least you're not that WEAK. If you're thin, and you happen to be carrying a few bricks under the blazing sun ... after 1 minute, and you're in the emergency room.

(I seem to have a sudden liking to bricks. Don't ask why, I don't know.)

Anyway. I have to admit that I HAVE flirted with the diet pills idea before, but I know they don't work, after reading some certain books and articles. And I never really thought of getting them, even if I'm allowed to. Eating diet pills and slimming down is just so ... bizarre.

I'd rather eat healthy and exercise. Hence the baby carrots.

But WAIT.



How come the baby carrots contain sugar?? They don't even taste SWEET. Is 6 grams a big amount anyway??

Blah. I don't care. It's still better than the stupid huge box of Hershey's Pot of Gold sitting in my refrigerator currently. And ... errr ... I totally didn't mention that the baby carrots were eaten, yeah, but AMONG OTHER THINGS.

Oops. *guilty look*

Like the certain box of chocolates in your refrigerator??

Uh-huh.

Fuck!!! Why can't I be one of those people who eats thousands of boxes of Hershey's and never get fat?? Why??

Life is so ... UNFAIR!!!

Actually, I'm kind of proud of myself, yet damn mad and ashamed of myself.

You see, in the past week, I opened the fridge and I saw the Hershey's, and I never even thought of getting fat, I just ate it. So I'm mad.

And now, I opened the fridge again and again, saw the chocolates, and were reaching out my hands when I stopped myself. Not once, but like, three or four times. Good to see I've got some control. And I'm proud.

BUT!!

I still eat other things besides the stupid Hershey's.

=(

Damn. Who the hell created so many yummy food in the world deserves to DIE. Just die. Go to hell.

Actually, no, I don't mean that.

What will the world turn into without chocolates?? And ice creams?? And fondues?? And melted mozzarella cheese?? And Tiramisus??

Oh. And Hershey's?? McDonald's?? Pizza Hut??

I can't imagine. Life wouldn't be worth living without food. And life would be much more worth living if the people in this world are all as fat as pigs. It would be better if the whole world think that fat people are attractive, too, instead of laughing at them, teasing them, just because they're fat.


Look how I eat.


Look how I eat.


LOOK HOW I EAT.

Damn. Can someone please create more yummy food that are actually healthy?? Like FRUITS?? The one and only. Oh. Do MUSHROOMS count too?? And I know what you'll say : VEGGIES. Yeah, yeah, healthy, but most of them actually suck lor.


Food.


Food.


MORE FOOD.

Eh. Don't play play ah. The corn in the above picture GETS YOU IN THE MOOD okay???

=P

Hee hee.

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Oh My God.



There's a National Park in Penang, and I don't even know. I think I can pack my bags and move to some place which I know better, like .... hell??

There's a Meromictic Lake, right here in Penang when there are like, only two Meromictics in Asia (I got that from Wikipedia), and I don't even know.

Right here in Penang. I don't believe it.

Actually I have no clue what the hell a Meromictic Lake is until I came across that Penang National Park brochure or whatever you call that. It's a lake with different water density, something something, where the water surface is cold and the bottom is hot.

So special right??

Hee.

You're probably thinking : Huh?? Isn't water like that normally?? Cold at the top, warm at the bottom??

And you'd throw yourselves off the cliff just to find out whether normal water is cold on the surface and warm at the bottom.

:P

My father told me that the water can only be like that during a certain period of the year. So unfair!! What if we visited the lake and the water's just like normal?? Waste of time, waste of money. Err. Actually, do we need to pay?? =.=

I feel so stupid for not knowing about such a unique thing located right in Penang.

Stupid bunny.



Some Bay of Glowing Amber. The pictures look so nice right??

Fake, probably.

Ha ha.

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6:40 PM


♥ Wednesday, January 09, 2008 ♥
Singapore : Part 6

29 November 2007

(Apparently I'm still living in Year 2007. Don't mind me.)

Okay. I don't really remember what happened. I was going to blog about it earlier so that I wouldn't forget this unforgettable holiday. (Unforgettable??! I can't even remember!!)

Whatever.

I think Ee Leng brought me to Vivo City today.



Lousy shot, but that's all we can squeeze into the camera without being knocked down by a car. The words are damn cute right?? =)



Many people, Celine and Ee Leng for instance, told me that Vivo City is very pretty inside. Well ... I don't know. It's special, but not that "very pretty" lor. But that's just what I think. Don't kill me.

*rolls eyes*

Okay. I have to say that I've totally fallen in love with one thing at Singapore besides the many shopping malls, the neatness and cleanliness of everything, and ... everything, and that is the many DONUT shops!!

*licks lips*

I LOVE DONUTS!!!

Besides the fact that they taste yummy (probably contains thousands of calories but I don't care), they look so cute too!! Especially the ones with icings, cream, and whatever on top!! I don't care what. Even if it's snot and dog poo, I'm sure the donut can work it. Even if that's the last donut for sale, people would buy it. Me, for instance. =P

Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen a single donut shop in Penang.

Eh. I wish they are building a new shopping mall in Penang (So they are!! The Ivory @ Times Square something), and they will send everyone a list to everyone for suggestions of what shops should they have there.

Hmm.

I want a Donut Shop. Preferably Dunkin' Donuts, because that's the only one shop I can remember, and the only one I've eaten before, twice.

Whatever.



Taken at Vivo City as well. Isn't the Snowman tree very nice?? And I know my thighs are damn fat lah. =P But I have to admit that I look really thin beside that snowman.....Hee hee.

After that, we went to Bugis.

Actually I'm not very sure what that place is called. Bugis Junction?? Something like that, I don't remember. *shrugs*



Ehh. I like the place!! The roof is entirely made of ... something that is transparent. It's so cool!! Imagine if it is snowing (yeah, right, it snows in Singapore), and you can see the gorgeous white snowflakes falling on to the transparent roof!! So pretty.

Honestly I've never seen a transparent roof before. I know I sound like a stupid, "inexperienced" three year old who doesn't know anything. And you're probably right. Actually, no, you're wrong, because yeah, I sound "inexperienced", but I'm fourteen.

=_=||

I'm not making any sense.

After walking around for a while, we went to the ... Oh damn it, what is that place again?? I can only remember the "Largest Street Shopping in Asia, South East Asia, the whole world, the planet", something like that. It's still Bugis something, but I don't know what the damned place is called.

Bought 2 cute shirts there!! According to Ee Leng, things there are super cheap. Well, compared to the other shops we've been to in Singapore, it is. Compared to Penang, uhh, maybe not.

The shirts cost $10 each, which is probably RM22 something, I guess. Not that cheap lor, because normally I can get a shirt for RM10. But whatever, I'll just have to get used to the fact that I'm in Singapore and $10 for a shirt is actually very cheap. Just get my, get my head in the game ... No, wait, that's wrong ... Just get my, get my head out of converting $ to RM ...

Eh. We were very funny lor.

Maybe it's because we ... like the good girls we are, read too much newspapers (yeah, rigggght), or watch too many kidnapping movies (just not by taxi drivers anymore) ... when we went down the stairs to the ground floor at the street shopping place ... we saw a quite old guy with grayish white hair smoking a cigarette there, alone.

Damn creepy. =.=

We rushed like anything down the stairs.

I know we were super bad for thinking that the guy might be a raper and kidnapper when he's actually an innocent old man who wanted a quiet smoke. But who knows?? Maybe he IS one. You can't blame us for being so scared!! (Even if I was an ugly girl with a size AA boobs, I'd still run.) Who asked for so many rapers and kidnappers out there?? If there aren't any, I honestly wouldn't care. I'd probably wouldn't even know the meaning of rape.

*innocent stare*

Anyway we saw a cute dog while we were browsing all the crowded shops. It was seriously crowded there lor. Lots of people and the spaces between the shops are so tiny!! Not suitable for fat people like me.

Honestly I'm scared that someone will steal my stuff too!! You never know.

(Oh, here I go again...)





Can't really get a clear shot of it, because it kept moving!!

The owner let it run around the tiny space of the shop, or stall, whatever you call it. It was running around happily and it like, sat there for a moment, being cute and letting us take photos of it.

That's just what we thought.

When he finally stood up and walked away, we saw a nice little pile of dog poo on the floor.

=_=

Eew. The pile of dung is right below a rack of long jeans. (Look at the first picture!!) I wouldn't be surprised if the jeans were stained with a bit of poo and dog fur. I hope nobody bought that pair of unlucky jeans.





So cute, no?? :D

But the whole world is like, wearing this shirt. Cute as it is, I hate having the same thing with everyone else. Even worse, if I see someone WEARING the same shirt as me, same time, same place. Damn. I fucking hate it. Not that it has happened before.

But I know I hate it.

Even Paris Hilton is wearing one similar shirt!! (Not that I'd hate her. I feel honoured ler!! Hahaha.) Only that her shirt is in red, has a different ... doll, cartoon, whatever, and it writes Little Miss Christmas. Which is slightly nicer. And I wish I look like her!! Gorgeous (a bit weird sometimes though), a BLOND (!!!), BLUE-EYED (!!!!!!!), hot, tall, and skinny. And she owns really nice clothes. Damn. She has the whole package. AND she is rich. WTF. Life is unfair.

I'm totally in love with the shirt's color!! And yeah, I'm shy. Kind of. When it comes to ... Okay. I can't tell you. It's a secret!! (Like you want to know??) =P

Anyway, after that, (LIKE THE GOOD GIRLS WE ARE, you know) we went to the Botanic Gardens. Botanical Garden. Whatever it's called.

Eh. How often do you see teenage girls like us going to a park???! Even it's just for fun, and done out of boredom, and simply because we don't know where else to go??

Normal typical teenage girls would go to, say, shopping malls.

Actually, I would, too, but I don't know why, for some reason, we went to the park.

It was a long walk to the damned park, because the only bus stop is like, thousands of miles away. Damn it. We recorded ourselves singing songs while we walked. It was so funny!!

Well, of course, we weren't REALLY in the mood to you know, do what people who go to the park normally do. Blah, what I mean is, EXERCISE. That's not our reason for going anyway. And we have no dogs to walk, and we weren't even wearing sporty clothes, so the conclusion is, we were wasting time when we could be shopping for the most perfect hoodie for myself.

In other words, we are STUPID.

But never mind, think to the bright side. If I do this every day for 2 hours, then in months I'll be skinny!!

Hahaha.



I suck.

There's two more pictures with a slightly nicer background but I look even uglier than the one above so I won't post it up.

You see what I said?? LIFE IS UNFAIR. How come some people can look so good in photos and some, like me, always sucks like hell?

(*sound coming from the far side of my brain* : Maybe it's because of the fact that you have short hair, a big nose, and you're very fat??)

So I do. *glance at the mirror sadly*

Someone please teach me how to make myself pretty. IN REALITY. Not Photoshop.

*

Okay. I need to go to bed soon!! After packing my stupid damned school bag. See?? Advantage of not having lockers at our school. Having to pack our school bags every day. Having to strain our shoulders with piles of books. Having to ... DIE.

*sobs*

I HATE SCHOOL.

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8:35 PM


♥ Monday, January 07, 2008 ♥
School SUCKS.

7 January 2007

Damn. Only the third day back to school and I'm already hating it like hell. Not that I don't hate it in the past ... But, whatever, new year, new start. I actually thought the first few weeks, even months would be totally fine but I was wrong.

Anyway. I'm making a big fuss out of nothing. But no, actually it's not nothing because it IS something.

Fucking school bags damn HEAVY, it's killing me.

Biggest case of the year.

No. Not really.

Are they crazy?? Shoulders strained with all those books which seem to get thicker and thicker every year. And worst part : there's no lockers in our school. If there are I wouldn't complain so much, seriously. But actually, my mum is a teacher at my school, so her car is always parked there, and her car has always been my sort-of-locker.

Thank goodness for that.

But the distance from my class to my mum's car is a long way away lor.

Some days there were even 6 thick text books!!! SIX. Last year my sister got EIGHT. Crazy or not?? People's shoulders are sloping horribly already lah. Hands are also crooked from carrying so many books...

=.=

Going to school is no different from being a construction worker if things go on like that. Carry bricks, carry books. I'd rather carry bricks. For a day anyway. Errrgh. If you don't bring your text book, purposely or accidentally, the stupid teachers will still chop your head off and demerit your marks. Demerit, demerit, demerit*. Is that all they know?? Except for hypnotizing all of us in class, demeriting students seem to be their only other specialty. Oh. Yeah. And complaining about long hair, and long nails.

Greatest and most talented people in the world.

Hell yeah.

Things aren't getting any better. Some of us, WTs included, need to pin name tags on our school uniform. I forgot (accidentally, DUH) to bring my name tag to school, and, like the honest and good girl I am, I told my seniors that I forgot to bring my name tag. I'm sure they wouldn't have noticed if I didn't tell them.

Oh well.

And you know what?? Besides jotting down our "wrong-doing" (MY ARSE), we still need to pay RM1. You can say "RM1 only what" if you want, but FORGETTING YOUR NAME TAG ACCIDENTALLY, AND YOU HAVE TO FUCKING PAY RM1 is just way too ... too ... CRAZY.

Tell me you've never forgotten a thing before. I'll lick your feet. I'll kiss your ass. I'll do whatever you want me to do if you can prove to me that you've NEVER forgotten a single thing in your whole life. Except if you're a new born baby.

*rolls eyes*

And they're my SENIORS. Not even teachers. I wouldn't have minded so much if they were teachers, honestly.

Oh, and of course, there are the prefects. Stupid, superior, proud like hell prefects. (Exception of a very few of them) So, you've got the power to demerit people. So what?? Means you can demerit every single person who blinked at you?

Damn.

I sure will never forget the stupid prefect last year. Mad person. Hey. Come on. Your hair is just slightly too long (fucking school rules), only like, 0.2 cm longer and you have to cut it. Even if it's 1 cm, it's a bit too .... EH. It's ONE CENTIMETER only ok?? What do you think, ten feet long??

=.=

Can't they even let us go and not demerit (BLAH BLAH THIS WORD DO NOT EXIST) us or sending us to the Discipline Room to have our free student hair cut from the discipline teachers??

Free hair cut, oh my. If only the discipline teachers are professionals.

Okay. Whatever.

I HATE SCHOOL.

=(

Oops. I mean, Zoo. Jail. Dungeon. WHATEVER.

So looking forward to carrying 6 whole blocks of paper bricks tomorrow. I don't know how the A class people do it. I don't know how they can stand all the strain. Stupid school rules. So many paper bricks to carry every single day. Hrrmp. Probably because 3/4 of the A class are occupied by prefects.

And we know prefects are always goody-goodies, they never complain, they are the teacher's pets, they never did wrong. Perfect prefects.

Okay, I know some great prefects that aren't way too overboard but still quite strict and responsible. But I know some who are hated by all, and are using their "power" too much.

*sighs and shakes head*

I pity those A class students.

Wish me luck in burning the paper castle will you? Or better yet just help me do it.

*I SAID demerit this world doesn't exist. Demerited. Dee-meh-reet-ed. Hah. This word sounds plain weird and stupid, and I don't even know if it really existed. Thus this word should never be spoken or written by human, ever again.

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11:24 PM


♥ Sunday, January 06, 2008 ♥
In My Dreams ....

6 January 2008

I'm so bored! ):

I couldn't seem to remember that I'm now in the morning session and have to sleep earlier AND wake earlier.

Anyway. I'm going to post up photos of my birthday presents!! Still two more to come : Jit Nee's and Jun Fang's. Yay!! I can't wait.

"Girls might complain about the constant flow of presents, but secretly, all of them love to see what presents people might give to her."

True.

Not that I got a CONSTANT FLOW of presents. Except in my dreams.

Ehh. I keep dreaming of the same thing!! I dreamed that I was on a cruise, and I met a really hot guy (!!!), and he adored me like hell (I wish) and kept giving me lots and lots of presents.

:P

You know what was the best present he gave me ... in my dreams?

He gave me a CREDIT CARD.

Let's hope this dream will come true next time I go on a cruise. Hopefully it will be quite soon. Next year, maybe?? (That's ages away okay.)

What???!?! It doesn't hurt to fantasize, does it?? *smiles dreamily*

Oh. And I forgot to mention the guy was a total dream guy. *faints* Hmm. If I'm not wrong he has golden-brown hair and blue-green eyes. I'm not very sure. ;P Because the dream kind of was in black and white.

Besides my dream guy was never an Asian. But who knows. I might end up with an Asian one day. (An Asian with blond hair and blue eyes. If they even exist. =P) Actually, to be honest I think there's 70% I'll end up with an Asian. Unwillingly, maybe. Unless if it's true love. (BAH. Not that easy to find.)

=(

Too bad.

Hmm. So who does he look like?? Combination of all the hottest guys. Orlando Bloom, Jesse McCartney, Chace Crawford ( I HEART GOSSIP GIRL!! ), Ashton Kutcher, Zac Efron, Ed Westwick (He's kind of hot in Gossip Girl) ... who else?? Um.

Oh whatever. Just as long as they're hot.

=P

I know I'm very typical lah. Heheeh.

Oh, damn it. Why can't I be a guy?? The list of super hot girls are definitely longer than the guys' list lor. So unfair!!

Anyway. Besides the credit card he gave me, he gave me a lot of designer label stuff like Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Dior, Juicy Couture (so pretty!! I love the gorgeous crowns) ...

Oops. Forgot to add, in my dreams.

Well. Back to the birthday presents subject or else I'll get seriously down because I don't own those kind of stuff. Even if I do I couldn't use it. I've said before that the people here (at my age anyway) are all about sneakers instead of heels (how I wish I live somewhere where they wear heels at the age of 14), those bags with skulls and chains, and all those cool and kind-of-punky stuff.

Which I don't actually like A LOT. When compared to heels and those gorgeous shoulder bags anyway. If compared to potato sacks and dirty towels ... I choose the sneakers.

:P

But I do have to say that I love it when Avril wears those kind of clothes. Preppy or punk, blond or brunette, I'll always love her. But I have to admit she looks more gorgeous when she's blonde.

Go Avril!!!

Okay, okay. Back to the presents.









The nose is a bit scratched. Aww. And you can pull out it's body out from the bottom, and on it's body there's my birth date!! So cute. Heee.

Sweet presents from the twins!! Especially love the pink one. Thanks!! I'm using all of them right now. =)



Photo frame from Tict Chyn. Cute, but honestly I really have no photos to put in the photo frame. o.O



Present from Crystal ... Using it too!! Thanks!! I love you all. :D



Cute hippo from Lee Mei!! It's so soft!! Thank you, thank you!! Tee hee.

Oh. And of course there was the cute pink watch Celine gave me. There's a picture of it in one of my previous posts.

Whatever, thanks for all the presents!! Waiting for the rest two presents. Ha ha.

Ah. And of course, the credit card from my dream guy. =P



Guess what's this??

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It's the surface of a new planet!! Isn't it pretty??

Don't ask where I got the picture. My father is an astronaut and he found the new planet somewhere between Jupiter and Saturn.

The new planet is called Oreo Cheesecake.

Isn't that just the cutest name ever?? Screw Saturn, screw Uranus, GO OREO CHEESECAKE!!! Hopefully we'll live there some day when the Earth is almost dying because of all the rubbish we human throw and burn.

Okay. Just saying. I'm not cursing the Earth. I love the Earth!! But I hate those people who burns rubbish, throws rubbish everywhere, spit everywhere and shit on the sidewalk.

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I'm going to shit on the sidewalk right now.

Good night!!! Sleep tight, and sweet dreams!!

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Oh oh, OH!!!! Wait. I totally forgot to ask you all something ...








DREAM OF ME!!!


Hehhe. Just joking. =P

Though I really wouldn't mind if you do. Heee. Even if I'm shitting on the sidewalk in your dreams.


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