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- chasing pavements
it's not over tonight.

disclaimer;
I LOVE PICTURES!
BECAUSE THE BEST THING ABOUT IT IS THAT IT NEVER CHANGES,
even when the people in it do.

What you see ain't what I see.
Don't judge me, If you dont know me.
No one does.
You think you know, but you have no idea.


Femme;
I'm yanling, duhh.
I study at Serangoon sec.
You don't really need to kno how old i am.
Life's too precious to worry bout stupid shits.
I've learned from my bad choices.
Even though there are someth-s i can never get back.
I believe tht everyth happens for a reason.
& sometimes, good things fall apart so better things can fall tgt


Voices;



bygones;





Classics;

YellowCard ; Empty Apartment
It only gets harder the more that you know


04 September, 2008
I never knew i could cry so hard. A 7-pages long msg could actually be equivalent to damage or distress.

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

Went to aunt house today, and got myself stucked infront of th tv. Watched bout 5 movies, then occupy cousieeee's commie but idk how to turn on his damn internet connection. So, cannot use lorr :[ which left me back infront of th tv. If i'm not wrong, there's one tht made me crying like an ass. bleahhhhhhh. So came home and had a really fucking talk with mommy. And i'm not talking to her right now. It's up to tht woman to talk to me. Hardly i care any less, so why bother ? Let me tell you peeps, i'm really prepared to snip my hair off. And i'm pretty sure i wouldn't change my mind. It'll still grow back eyy. Like it or not?!?! i don't fucking give any damn. I'm so sleepy right now, and my eyes are really dry and tired. So, i guess i'll go to sleep now and i dun feel like talking to anyone right now. Antil-social? nahh, just veryyyyyyyyyy tired. Upset? yes.

till here.




Oh, it's dangerous,
It's so out of line to try to turn back time.