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eLisabeth, spelled with a "S".
born and bred in S'pore.
a Virgo; perfectionist, stubborn.
love her for who she is, and accept her flaws.
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Ylearning seeds CDC.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

goodbye 2007, hello 2008.
happy new year.
its a happy new year
how happy it seems to be,
i'm not happy at all.


looking at myself, looking at the time,
i'm still where i had started from.
looking at my surrounding, looking at my friends,
i have no freedom.
looking at my cousins, looking at my dad,
i have no achievements.
i wonder what had i been thinking of,
and how the hell have i spent the whole of 2007.
for almost the first half of the year,
i waste my time loving and holding on.
obviously, i was retarded and i wasn't happy.
for the second half of the year,
i'm loved, yet i'm still not happy.
i'm asking for more of myself.
just what the hell do i want in my life,
all i know is that i wanna have a life, to call my own.
but it seems so hard and now,
it seems like i'm no longer on track,
i no longer know what i wanna pursue,
i no longer know what i want.
my mind is just blank yet confused.
tried to be determined in my decisions,
but my heart were tendered by those guilty tears,
thus had controlled my conscious mind.


the ticking sound of the clock is dragging me on.
i know people, i should be contented.
i have been telling myself the reasons, the logics,
i have told myself to be happy.
i had tried to make myself feel positive bout' whats going on,
but i just can't help feeling the way i feel right now.
seems like that there is this big big bag of responsibilities that had fallen upon me,
and causing me to be so stressed up.
it is not as though like,
i'm tied down and controlled cos i have that fucking piece of shitty cert.
i don't have any rings roun' my fingers people,
i supposed to have freedom.
i'm unhappy, very unhappy with the situation now.


i wanna drink, i want to get myself high.
i wanna dance, and use the floor to shake away all my doubts.
i wanna party myself away and indulge into the music.
P.ELI(:

2:47:00 PM