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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


20 April, 2009
w'sup, ass !


I've got loaddddds & loadddddds of homeworks! Too much till i can't do em seriously. Did NAFA today and it wasn't that bad. But it wasn't good as i pull my knee muscle which left me limping back to class. Man, it hurts really. Till th extend that th moment i went home , i slept all th way till dinner cos i couldn't bother to step out off th bed. Forgetting those homeworks, tests, teachers, lessons, stress. Dang, if only that was possible which is so not. Does it really matter ? Period. And i decided not to do it anyway. Well, maybe one or two, questions i mean. Yea, so was really tireddd and for effing god-sake there's still social studies srp. It seriously made me blew my top and i bet my friends never seen me so pissed before. And did chem with bimbos and sherman. I'm glad, really. Even if we didn't do much chemistry, at least we did dirty talk (inside joke) uh ?! Ohh, and had sandwiches. And Mr Sim, speak to me in malay today =.=



Breathless ; shayne ward
If our love was a storybook
we would meet on th very first page
The last chapter would be about
how i'm thankful for th love we've made.