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Yours Truly.

Let me hear you call my name.

S. yanhong ♡

Hello, Im yanhong! :D Im a girl (DUHHHH) but obviously, i dont like pink/ barbie dolls/ cooking toys/ princess make up/ fairy tale clothes cause they're way way too girly and of course im way way too cool for them. I ♥ my very very own awesome/ cool/ fabulous/ manitactic/ monsterous/ retarded/ horny/ loud/ fattttt friends. I've a rocky sister called hweeeeee (Mushroom head) but only i can call her mushroom head. If you ever dare to call her what i call her, i'll deliever a punch in your freaking face. Im so in love with robots in any shapes and sizes. I love to stare at certain people especially adults , cause they are so facinating! I love to roll my eyes in a fast mode everytime i hear sick jokes. I love to bite people too, but only those tasty ones. I love to roar, scream and make psycho noises. I LOVE TO EAT! :) I love the 4th of december & to capture moments that I can keep etched in my heart. You won't understand me till you talk to me.

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Rewind To My Memories

By post:
taking back my love.
life is such a fucking killer.
if you won't here,
scream & chop your head off.
this time, its either superman or batman.
you aint straight.
whack your fatless legs,
yellow your yellow mind.
dirty. little. style. whore.
having the time of your life.

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AICB Hazzry Hui Jun HWEEEEEEEE! Jieying Lisa Methilda Min Peiying POONdarling! Priya Serene Shahirah Siew Cheng Si Jie Xiao Qi Xinyi & Rina

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Layout is made by scintillantstar. Banner from Reviviscent. Inspiration from f-urballs, hasta_mañana and knivesandpens.

I don't know how to choose between you and you.

Love is scars on your knees, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your mouth, staying in a locked room, numerous stories, body remains on train track, geography love, the dampness in your hair, superman, pinkies hooked, batman, the ballet shoes you had ever since you were six, the music to both of your ears, a careless mess of words, 12am sleep, the topic based on talk, kisses you blow, clothes you wear, the flaky paint on your walls, your sensitive teeth, fairy tales, telling lies, watching people around you, memorising & stuffs, penguins lovers, bangs, falling due to no friction, guess & check, sweetness, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, multiple parties desired, screaming & shouting out of your window in the middle of the night, undeserved success & recognition, the sweets you offered, the coffee you digest on daily basis, caring for the Earth, little kids, development, the pain you inflict, defending each other no matter what, my dreams, the bubblegum stuck under desks, your lovely niece, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcakes, sick jokes, recycleable materials, getting out of bed just to reply your message, dishevelled hair & smeared lipstick.

No, Love is,
You, I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.

Life is shit without you.