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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
♥ Friday, August 17, 2007 ♥
I'm a Gossip Girl. Ha ha.

16 August 2007

So, I heard some snippets of gossips about ... let's call her Y here. I don't even know that X & W know Y. Anyway. According to X & W, Y is a damn horny bitch who ... whatever, X & W hate her. So do I. Kind of. Not that I really know her, but I still dislike her anyway. Crazy, emo girl. Who knows. She might commit suicide one day.

I heard she did try to kill herself once.

*

Actually I made that up. True gossipers make up fake stories. But maybe it's true, you never know.

Heeh!

And X & W think that she's very ugly.

Yay!!

Ok lah. I'm not so sui yet. I'm sure Y still has her own un-ugly parts.

The most shocking news is that ... I don't believe it ...

X says apparently W has a crush on Y??? I don't believe it. That's impossible with a capital I. No way.

Oi.

W is not a lesbian ok.

She's my faithful, loyal, and caring wife!!

=P

Ok lah. She IS my "wife", but she's not faithful, she's not loyal, and she's definitely not caring. One day I'm going to divorce her.

Hahaha.

Then she can go express her love to stupid Y.

Then they'll live happily after.

Poo. Stupid fairy tale endings. They never happen.

*

Anyway. I'm unlucky enough to see Y so many times today. Bad luck. There must be an unmade rule :

When you gossip about someone, you'll keep seeing that someone, and then you'll feel guilty.

Not that I actually feel guilty gossiping about her.

Oh crap. I'm turning into one of those much-hated girls who gossip a lot. Probably because I read Gossip Girl too much.

Heehee.

No matter. I still love Gossip Girl. =)

*

Anyway, stupid Buffalo (she's a teacher in case you don't know) declared that her leg muscles, whatever's wrong with them, haven't recovered yet, so she wanted us to go to some other class to study, again, because, like she said, her leg muscles couldn't support her all the way to our class at the fourth floor.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I hope her leg muscles will never recover, and thus she'll resign her job as a teacher, and then we'll live happily ever after without her big ass.

I really wish this particular fairy tale ending will happen.

*

AND!!

I think SHE knows I'm going to chop her head off or cut her body into pieces, so she's trying to hide.

Hah.

Hide all you want. I'll still find you, and you'll still die.

* Go Back *



craving chocolate kisses ..
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