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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.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

i can never forget the very first time when we just met,
when we barely exchange glances and the fact that we didn't even talk.
the only impression you left on me that day at the pool center was your 'signature red reebok shorts'.
it was a few days after when we meet again, and that's when all the 'hero'-talks come in.
we meet up more often and then, you tried to call me the nickname that bart and marcus call me. and i know, you got a scolding from me for that. haha.
then, gotten my number from them when i don't even know. most importantly, i don't even know why i don't even care when i know that you've got my number.
rogue dark chocolates and all the messages. i didn't even suspect/wonder/think the impossible till your very special-unique way of confessions stunned me.
french toast breakfast- made of love, ice blended mocha from coffeebean (as i slept late the night before), the movie which makes me cry hard and the sunflowers which just 'pop out' from nowhere.
then, a very delicious 17th year old cream cake which i'm definitely gonna remember for life.
everything in our relationship is peaceful till some backstabbers and hypocrites tried to poke their noses into our business.
pieces of us fell apart and it came complete again.
everything changed and i know, i had fell deeper.
a cooldown period thereafter and here we are now, facing one very major problem together.
however, from this lesson, i believe we both learned and thankfully, we no longer argue over small little stuffs- which is a good thing. heh(:

yeh, if ya people know that; its me and bb's 11th monthsary! heh.
we've go till this far, facing many ups and downs together.
planning a big surprise for bb on our one-year anniversary. hohoho.
hope that its gonna be successful cause that bb of mine always see thru' my surprises. stupid, i know. =x
well, hope bb won't be booking in tmr.
XOXO.

loves, eli.

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