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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




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*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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THANKS TO

ME. kynzgerl
CODES. manikka
BRUSHES. 1 2
IMAGES. 1 2
The 2 paper heart: moargh.de
♥ Saturday, February 14, 2009 ♥
Happy Valentine's Day

14 February 2009

Prepare to hear me babble about what seemed to be the most memorable Valentine's Day in my whole life.

*I got something!*

Let me tell you about this incredible day.

Today was a kind of Sports Day. Just not the normal kind. Instead of like the usual kind of Sports Day, where the chosen students compete against each other, all the students had to take part in the sports this day.

We were on the field at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was blazing and scorching hot, but not that I really minded. I like being tanned.

The first sport was 100 meters. I love running! I always had. Not that I am bragging or anything, but I used to be a good (quite, for someone like me) runner. When I was in primary school, I was in the Athletic Club, and I used to join all those MSSPP competitions at the stadium.

*nostalgic*

SO, WHY THE FUCK DID I FALL DOWN WHEN I WAS RUNNING??!

It was such a shock. Halfway through running, I felt my shoes becoming loose, and I attempted (futile attempts, pah) to slow down, and then I just collapsed. Just like that. In front of so many people. Haaa. Great.

I was so fucking mortified, humiliated, and embarrassed.

But I just pushed myself off the ground and continued running. I am sooo proud to say (sorry, but I really am not bragging. I am just in a fucking foul mood, and I have to say something to make me feel better about myself. You know, regain my confidence, something like that.) that even though I fell down, I still managed to finish the 100 meters within 18.00 seconds.

I was aiming for 14.00 - 16.00 seconds (that is my usual standard since secondary school), and in the end I got around 17.00 seconds. I think I almost couldn't make it. But I did. In the 10 people that ran together, I was the 2nd. Only the two of us finished the run within the allotted time. So I'm pretty happy! Seeing that I fell down and all ...

I know, I know. Stop boasting already. Poo.

Anyway, bad news. I have a terrible feeling. There was this teacher, who was holding a camera in her hand. I really hope that she was just taking photos, not recording. Because if she recorded me falling down and climbing up again .... *moans* Someone like her? She will probably show it to all the other students.

After I finished running, she said that it was a really good thing, falling down and climbing up and continuing to run.

So, I have a really bad feeling about this.

Well, out of the 4 marks I only got 2. Big disappointment. I was expecting at least 3. I didn't pass the high jump. I tried, but the result? The ... is bandage the word? (Bandage sounds too terrible) fell off. Again.

Thanks to the kind St. John members! They helped me clean my wounds for at least three times. I am so grateful ... And sorry ...

No need to say anything about the long jump. I just walked onto the sand, which was a bad idea, seeing that I have two wounds.

Wounds + Sand = _______

Figure it out yourself.

Now my wounds hurt like fuck. When I was younger, the wounds didn't hurt this much. I mean, it hurt when I moved or accidentally brushed against them. This time? I am just sitting here, not moving, not doing anything, staying as still as a statue, and it hurts.

My mother said that it hurts more than usual because instead of just a few deep scratches, this time my skin was partially scraped off. Yuck. Gross.

It is so excruciatingly painful! Agonizing. It feels like I just dabbed fresh, red hot chili onto them. Such a stinging feeling. *groans*

I said I got something for Valentine's Day. Well, I really did! A whole barrelful of love PAIN. Blooooody wounds.

So, was this my memorable Valentine's Day?

Apparently not.

When I came home, I found out that the Maple Story 7-Eleven Slurpee cup is cracked. That was when I broke down in tears. Hello, God. How much do you expect me to take in in just one day? The cup is my sister's. And I borrowed it from her to show it to Rui Mei. And I ruined it. I will have to ask Ee Leng to buy me a new one from Singapore. Sigh.

Besides, it turned out that the cup wasn't the only thing that cracked. My toenail is cracked too. *bursts into tears* What the fuckkk.

Today was truly horrible.

I hope I can have better luck in the near future. Like maybe, tomorrow.

Oh. My right palm hurts too. Tiny wound. *wails dismally*

I know it is incredibly filthy and unhygienic of me, but I haven't bathed yet. I fear going into the shower. I am trying to put it off for as long as I can. I hate the feeling of water touching a wound. Ouch.

Oh God. My life is a mess. An awful, painful mess.

There are so many things I can't do now. I can't sleep comfortably, I can't kneel (though I don't see why I would), I might not be able to run the 100 meters for PE on Tuesday, I might not be able to climb the stairs (four floors, yay) as fast as I used to. Worst of all, Rui Mei might walk faster than me. Which will be a first.

How do I erase the humiliating thoughts from my mind? I do not want to think about how stupid I looked when I fell down like that. Sigh. I wish the spell "OBLIVIATE" from Harry Potter exists.

Wounded, both physically and mentally.

Happy Valentine's Day, people!

Hope you had a better day than mine.

(Took a few photos in class today, with Iris and Rui Mei. Will post it when I finally get out of my "Rui Mei's Laziness Phase".)


craving chocolate kisses ..
7:11 PM