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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.

Monday, April 7, 2008

was reading storybook and gotta urge to blog.
and if ya wonder why am i blogging at this hour, yours truly is still wide awake as there is no class later on.
so as i was saying, the urge to blog. right, while waiting for my lappy to start up, i have like so many feelings -insert any emotions you please- that i wanna blog about.
yet, i'm on this posting page feeling so speechwordless. shittyyo, i know.

this random memory just flashed and appears in my mind.
when i felt uncertain bout' my behaviour and went into a super dilemma, you was just there on the phone with me telling me how you had kept a pig on your friendster and asked me to help ya to feed it when ya in camp;
you talked to me in such a baby manner and i couldn't imagine a 22 year old guy can be saying that. i think, you might be thinking that being interested in a girl who is younger than ya by 5 years gonna be in a very kiddy way yet another style of further development to ya.
lol, thinking back, it just brings me nothing but a wide wide smile on my face. silly darl ah, silly darl. heh.
once, i thought bb and i can communicate is cause he is a childish boy despite his age.
however, bb is not as childish as i had thought.
now i know how bb plans everything for me, how i don't see the way as he does, totally disagress, hot-headed vs hot-headed and always almost starting an argument. was really silly of us but i don't mind arguing though, cause bb will pamper me soon after. heh. lalalas~ scheming eh, lol.

anyway, had a GREAT yet tiring aka busy weekend,
its all bb who tolerates my temper, cheers me up and pull me thru' for the whole of this weekend.
if you ask me bout' the 'activities', i can barely remember what had i done on which particular day.
enjoyed it though, cause bb was with me all the wayy, only the part that he goes for his merc club thingy -.- @$#!*#($%*(#*$#%)# nevermind. as long as bb enjoys, nothing else matters.
almost had a false alarm and no worries, things are safe and sound now; if ya knows. >.<

i should try and get some sleep now. its hard yuhno'. sighs.
1. i miss bb's shoulders for me to lie on e'rynight.
2. i miss the way bb smells.
3. i miss the way bb 'sweats' when he's asleep.
4. i miss the way when bb fell asleep and woke up to switch off the orange lights when i'm lazy to.
5. i miss the way when i wake bb up to draw the curtains in the morning as it was really bright and disturbs my sleep.
6. i miss the loving bb whom i always turn my back on, and hugged the bolster instead of ya and on knowing that i'm giving excuses just to hug the bolster, you let me be and hug me from my back.
7. i miss the way bb ends my nights sweetly with a sweeet kiss on my forehead.
okkay, i must be crazy. the reasons why i can't sleep is cause of bb. and not just one reason, but the hell seven of them.
he's in camp and ain't here to do all thesee. and totally agree with the F/M who wrote this phrase, "fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity". lmao.
uhh, should knock some sense into miss eli. anyone? what a shithead eli is. =x

anyway, its mummy's bday today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR! loveloveloves(:
loves, eli.

7:26:00 AM