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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.
Ygirlfriends; famousfive.
Ylearning seeds CDC.

Monday, October 20, 2008

it feels weird.
im home and blogging in the afternoon.
there's no school as its attachment but ive already clocked in the necessary hours at work.
somehow or rather, its like something out of place. =/

this seems to be the moment that im waiting for;
i know, ive been looking forward for this day.
as the days go nearer, idk.
it just doesn't feel right.
days and hours, ive thought bout it.
ev'rything appears crystal clear,
it just take sometime to break through it.
i just couldnt do so and i know,
there'll be a stop.
i couldn't control it; i can't.
i remember my promises, i tried my best to fulfill em'; even though its hard and its killing me.
working with children ev'ryday really makes my day;
dragging myself to work? yes, i always do.
but when i see the kids, hooo, a smile.

happy for being me.
love me for who i am.
if you have it, flaunt it.

ughh. nonsensical. idk wtf am i ranting about.
well, from the first to the very last sentence,
it does not link or have any sort of connection at all.
fcuk it.

anyway, hope ev'rything is well for nick! (:

maybe, the whole is a denial.
maybe, it is just a dream.
maybe, its a lie.

loves, eli.

3:37:00 PM