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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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THANKS TO

ME. kynzgerl
CODES. manikka
BRUSHES. 1 2
IMAGES. 1 2
The 2 paper heart: moargh.de
♥ Friday, May 29, 2009 ♥
Happy Holidays!

29 May 2009

Happy holidays, everyone!

This, is the perfect start to a brilliant holiday. Yep.

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!

One thing. I can't stand people looking at me doing something in the computer, especially WHEN I AM CHATTING TO SOMEBODY, especially when I'm blogging, especially when I'm reading my friends' blogs, et cetera.

So KEEP YOUR DISTANCE, especially when I'm chatting to someone. I can't type anything when someone's watching. I can't do things when someone's watching. More specifically. I CAN'T DO ANYTHING WHEN AN ADULT'S WATCHING. I feel so awkward. NO PRIVACY. Yes. Privacy. HEARD OF THE WORD BEFORE? HUH?

If they look at what I'm doing, i.e, whose blog I am reading, then they'll probably launch into a long, stern lecture session. "Oh you can't believe everything you read (I KNOW THAT THANK YOU VERY MUCH), you better not read this, blah, blah, blah."

If I'm playing games, fine. If I'm watching hilarious videos on YouTube? The more the merrier. If I'm CHATTING WITH SOMEBODY, then no it is bloody well NOT okay to stand there and stare. SO FUCK OFF.

I should do something about it. Maybe I will SUBTLY announce that I hate people watching what I'm doing. Like I haven't done that before. *rolls eyes* Not just when I'm using the computer. Sometimes, when I'm basically doing nothing, just sitting there and staring into space, SOME people will have to stare. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL? No. I'm biased. I only mind SOME certain people staring, scrutinizing my every move.

I, am born a very paranoid person. My brain tends to overreact, tends to think too much..

I am worried that people will intercept my messages that contain confidential information.

I am worried about so many unlikely-to-happen things. Why? I don't know. To me, there must always be a reason for everything. For example. Stares. The most common thing. Yeah, I dismissed many of those stares as dreamy, staring-into-space kind of stares. Which means that it appears that people are looking at you but they aren't actually seeing anything. I always do that. Oblivious to the whole world and the people in it.

Then, there are some types of stares that make me paranoid. Like, is there a beetle in my hair or something? Did I step on piles of dog poop? Why is there such an awful smell that is SO awfully close to me? Is it because of me?

I mean, they could just be staring blankly at you and not seeing you at all. It is all my overactive mind's fault. Mess things up. Argh.

I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM LIKE THIS BUT I JUST AM AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

Sigh. Horrible day.

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I have to go to school early tomorrow morning.

Yes, the holidays are going to be awesome.

I'm sorry, Ee Leng. Really.



craving chocolate kisses ..
11:27 PM