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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.
Ylovin' her family.
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Ylearning seeds CDC.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

went to bb's camp to pass him ciggs, spare phone, charger and bought him dinner.
wanted a kiss/hug so bad but sadly, there ain't any.
he came out of the gate, took his stuffs and headed back to camp.
smoked together with a fcuking fence as a barrier. damn.
sighs, couldn't have him by my side again tonight.
in the past, i had a goal to look upon to.
at the very least, i can count the number of days.
yet now, i don't even know or have any single idea when is he gonna book out.
its worse than his overseas training in australia and his bloody hell "A-tag".
my pillow is always soaked with tears on recent nights,
worst of all, he ain't by my side these two nights.
wondering when will all these fcuked up shits end man. damn, kill me.
when the hell can we have a normal relationship?
yeh i know, 98 days more. it feels so near and yet so far can.
i ain't being dramatic but that's the truth.


anyway, blogging at cousin house now and yeh, gonna stay over tonight.
suggested going swimming tmr though i didn't intend to stay overnight or whatsoever.
but never mind, she has more than one set of bikinis so i guess it's gonna be fine.
hope that this swimming thingy will perk me up a little.
haven't been in my best of mood lately.
talking bout' swimming, was supposed to swim with the gang today.
it was a planned thingy with my boy, however this shitty thing happens.
overslept and didn't pick up their calls. they're gonna kill me when we meet up man.
i'm sorry dudes, was really too tired from all this "happenings" recently.
moreover, my phone was in silent mode and i fell asleep like in the morning.
i hope, tomorrow will be a better day for me.
damn, where's the "always look on the bright side of life" [together with the tune] eli?
i miss her and i miss bb.

loves, eli.

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