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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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Wednesday, August 6, 2008

i want to a child, again.
never ever want to grow up.

seeing how the children laugh and have fun like no tomorrow,
and seeing how they cry over the slightest thing,
i miss my life; as a child.
uh aye, i know, no freedom.
but all the innocence, carefree mind and truthful soul of e'vryone,
the exchange of freedom for all these, its definitely worth it.

i remember;
how i would wish that i can grow quick when i was a child.
given a choice again,
i would choose to remain as a child, forever; nostalgic.
i never want to face this world,
all the pretences, the cruelty, the politics, everything.
ask me, how was i been brought up?
a pampered princess.
have i ever got e'vrything i wanted?
yess.
when friends were talking bout' their past,
how badly caned and stressful (academically) they were when they were young
i would keep quiet.
when they asked me if i ever been thru' that before, my answer is a no.
ive always been sheltered from e'vrything.
and now, i hafta face this world.
i am still not ready. will i ever be? i don't know.

tell me, what have i done to get all these shit?
people are always blinded by the pretenders,
as what they see, the angel.
yet me, the devil;
for me being me.
am i wrong being just me?
logically, i know im not wrong.
but sad to say that's how this world is,
if you don't know how to pretend,
you'll be an outcast.
and that's yours truly; me.

i don't wanna grooooooooooooow up!!!!!!
i miss my childhood days, i seriously do.
tell me, it is just a nightmare; and im still a child.





loves, eli.

12:17:00 AM