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Love is our Resistance ♥
They'll keep us apart, they won't stop breaking us down

Biography

The name is ELY. Pronounced similar to Alley but I don't live in alleys and neither could I be found there. I'm in love with Century Gothic, Kristen ITC and Rage Italic. And, abit of Tahoma. They're famous, like obviously you'll know who they are. I'm a die-hard fan of White, Pink and Gray. Not much of Black. Chocolate and Cheese are my two best friends, they're always by my side whenever I need them. My greatest enemies are Liar, Backstabber, Hypocrite and Nag. I hate them alot. World would be sucha better place without them all.

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Mediabox

"If we live our life in fear,
I'll wait a thousand years
Just to see you smile again "


Sweetdesires

Did I hear someone said "cheese" or "chocolate"?

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♥ February 2007
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Creditorials

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Sunday, November 09, 2008

STORYY! (: [ came up with this during EVA-GOLD break!:]
As she treaded into the examination hall, stoney face with an unprecedentedly tormented facade, the school of gazes gushed on. Months ago, she was deemed the 'Queen of Eccentricities' , her every single motion hazardously scrutinised, her action and speech recurred and slurred. It had all ignited with a simple crush on a fellow high-school senior who was in all aspects adamantly alluring and chivalrous. Things got off on the wrong track when he blatantly hollered at her in the cafeteria, smirking at her inherent naivety and 'immatured adolescence ideations' which landed her in a sombrely awkward form of heartache. She yearned to dissipate momentarily, signifying the last hinge of remorse to bore through her very bone. Tingles of disheartening chill overwhelmed her immense solace, she staggered. Her lilting voice all shattered and irrevocably mundane, she never took a single pace to capture a fleeting glimpse of what lay beneath the deceiving exterior of a bright, sunshine compound.
It had took her tremendous courage to materialise this cryptic retreat into a feeble comeback. For once, she heeded her mind, instead of her heart, It was humanely unidentifiable to seek solace elsewhere now. Time was exceedingly a precious gem to exalt. Preceded with a cascading loom of the apprehensive end-of-year examinations, time was ascertained to be the ideal ignition, nonetheless a miraculous mirage. Having wrestled psychologically with an almost crumbling fortitude, she fought valiantly to instill the last bit of perseverance in her.
The pallor of faces reflected unreasonable insolence and magnificence of corruption, their lustre stares intensifying into harsh, hurtful idiocracy. Her licorice hair lay slumped and limpy over her scorched back. She steadied herself for a final,resolute showdown clutching her fists tightly until her knuckles morphed into inebriation and retaliation. She bellowed aloud, 'Dudes, i'm back! I'm not..not a toy to be manipulated, to be assessed, nor to be inflicted unnecessary tribulations upon. I'm not a good shove!' For a split momentum, she visualised raucous laughter and impeded cajolings. Yet, what ensued was an astonishing circumstance.
The threatening realisation touted for invigoration and perturbation. The standing ovation evolved without acrimonious hearsays. The desecrated heart was trespassed with the derogatory acclaimation. It cried, it retorted, it wanted someone to peek closer. As it leapt, it sought refuge in the preceding warmth that harnessed a withholding chagrin of silence. The days with an untold forebore, a rebuke that fought to instill petulance, she heaved a stinging sigh of sanitified utilitarian. All well had ended well.
Once again as she bit her lips to retaliate a springing yet onerous induction, the deafening applauses dissipated of intense animosity pressed on. She swallowed a massive urge that yelped to overwhelm her genteel masquerade infatigably. 'Thanks', even the briefest compounded seam of bliss deluded no symptom of valiance to disrupt the judicious apprehension. She had not possessed the strength to resist all these resonance. Never, would she?
PS: On days like this, when i feel so empty.
i reveal my rawrest self.
this is my style. and as people sayy. lucid.
nothing much to comprehend (:
ohyupp. its a spiritual based story.
i hope someone can comprehend it and tell me.
PLEASE. make the effort to at least read. * G.L.E.E*
PS: off to chalet tmr. back on tues night.
PS: i will not manipulate anybody to forget him.
this is a promise. to myself. to him. and to all.

♥our lips must always be sealed
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