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Well, I'm a girl, I'm under 21 and I don't really write unless emotional or necessary. I'm friends with Maybejust1 and here are some random things about me:
name: I'm not telling but my nickname is Panda. Don't ask ok? It's a looooong story
I can also go by: Shadow, Indigo, DD and now Karon as well. Maybejust1 will know why
Fav. colour/s:Blue, black, red and purple
Pastimes: reading, singing and searching up random things
Fav. subjects: maths, (yes, I'm strange) music and drama, art and science (still strange)
Tv shows/books/movies: deltora quest, tower prep, young Dracula, fruits basket, wolfblood, Cathy Cassidy books, ROTG, CREEPYPASTA(!!!!!!!), Marble hornets, vocaloid and I can't think of anymore.
I like: things (living, eating, sleeping, breathing so on and so forth)
I don't like: other things (autocorrect, apples really (not) great quality
Hi...just saying that I've got accounts on polyvore and Quotev under look-behind-you (polyvore) and L00kB3hindY0u (quotev) you'll know its me if you see the note published on the profile, also I'm sorry for the lack of stories that i've posted but I'll try and put something up...
Does anyone here know creepypasta? Just wondering there seems to be a lack of people here... If you don't know what creepypastas are then don't search it up unless you want to read horror stories that may/may not change your opinion on things such as:
My Little Pony, glass, Nintendo 64 game cartridges, Pokemon, forests, security tapes, mirrors, dolls, and that's what I can think of for now but you get the point.
Pirates are cool. The color blue reminds me of chocolate and Edward Cullen. If two gooses are geese, would two mooses be meese? and if two foots are feet, wouldn't it be two feetball? walrus! AHAHAHAHA!! LUKE I AM YOUR FATHA!! hate lacrosse. Don't ask why. I want some toast. DO THE BARTMAN! SHOOBUS MY WOOBUS and SHOOP DA WOOP, baby! BADA BOOM BADA BAM! NARWHALS ARE POINTY!!!! If a turtle doesn't have a shell is it a streaker or a hobo? I like banana cream marmalade on my pickles. Why does that last drop of soda always stay inside the can no matter how much you shake it? OPPA GANGMAN STYLE!! HEEEYYYYY!!!!!!...if you are random, copy and paste this, then add something random of your own!
If you or your best friend/s are insane, copy this into your profile! (It's my friends cause I'm the logical one ( I think...))
I saw this on someone else's profile.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for
the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
This chain started in 2002.
It is a love chain letter.
In an hour you are supposed to repost this.
Now here comes the fun part.
You then say the name of the person you like or love and then the person will say "I love you," or "Will you go out with me?" NO JOKE!!
NOW THE CONSEQUENCES!!
The consequences are:
If you break the chain letter, you will have bad luck in future relationships.
If you don't break the chain, then you will be a happy camper!!
(it hasn't happened probably cos I don't like anyone)
(Be honest no matter what.)
1) Have you ever been asked out?
Never ever :)
2) Where did you get your default picture?
Ain't got one
3) What's your middle name?
don't have one of those either unless you want my Chinese name Kai Yun?
4) Your current relationship status?
5) Does your crush like you back?
I don't have one
6) What is your current mood?
7) What color shirt are you wearing?
8) Missing something?
the part of my brain that lets me write? Or lets me remember to?
9) If you could go back in time and change something, what would you change?
finding creepypasta sooner XD
10) If you must be an animal for one day, what would you be?
A bird I guess?
11) Ever had a near death experience?
12) Something you do a lot?
13) The song stuck in your head?
Wake name up when September ends
14) Who did you copy and paste this from?
Ummm I Forgot? It was from fanfiction I think
15) Name someone with the same birthday as YOU?
Umm someone else on earth? I share my birthday with a thousand or so and I don't know one
16) When was the last time you cried?
Few days ago
17) Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
Yes in a choir
18)If you could have one super power what would it be?
19)What's the first thing you notice about the opposite gender?
20)What do you usually order from Starbucks?
Starbucks? I'm in Australia
21) What's your biggest secret?
I want to live?
23) Do you still watch kiddie shows?
If there's nothing else. At all.
but now I have a brother so in a few years I probably will.
24)What are you?
I really don't know.
25)Do you speak any other language?
Hakka (you probably won't know what it is) and a bit (as in I know things but I fail) of Chinese
26) What's your favorite smell?
27) Describe your life in one word what would it be
Boring plain boring
28) Have you ever kissed in the rain?
I haven't even been kissed
29) What are you thinking about right now?
The word supercalifragalisticexpialidocious
30)What should you be doing?
31)Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?
Idiots in my class
32)Do you like working in the yard?
wait what is this you speak of?
33) If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want
I don't really know
34) Do you act differently around the person you like?
35) What is your natural hair color?
36) Who was the last person to make you cry?
don't remember who it was
37) What one thing ticks you off the most?
people asking things that are really unnecessary
If you start reading this... you can't go out *evil smile*
Once... There was a girl with long black hair... And she was pretty. Very, very pretty. but one day, someone pushed her in front of the mirror, thus making her hit her head on shards of glass... Blood scattered on the remaining shards. Her face remains in the mirror forever... and ever... Until she succeeds to kill her jealous murder. She will haunt you. Everywhere you go. In your dreams, on your street, on your phone... and one day... when you look in a mirror, after reading this, she will appear. "You're not pretty..." she'll say. You'll die that day because of a shard stuck in your brain... If you post this on your profile, she will bother your worst enemy. You will be rewarded.
This is a true story
A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your Kindness will be rewarded.
copied off someone's profile on ff no breach of copyright intended anywhere on my profile or stories.