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"?

Ben & Jerry's Ice-Cream
Ipod Touch
Cinema: Watch Legion
Part-time Sales Assistant Job
That Handbag from Prada
Your wishes here

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Meet the people I love♥

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Pastentries

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♥ February 2007
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♥ October 2007
♥ January 2008
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♥ May 2008
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Creditorials

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The orange, orange sun out to play.
Seated atop the mountain so high;
their pinkies grew hooked in the day.
His gaze interlocked hers, their angles perfect.

Orange, orange sun fast disappearing.
A promise meant to tug at heartstrings.
His pastry for her, inducing together a sweet smile.
As simple as that, tied together with a fulfilment right now.

Orange, orange sun all gone.
Now they stay back to back, lost amidst their old haunt.

The yellow, yellow moon so high.
Bade farewell to pigtails and fliers.
They know they've to go, can't stay!
People are coming to demolish this haven, no more say!
Tears trickle down her pallor, his chivalry charmed upon hers.

The yellow, yellow moon so fine.
Lingering on are the pestilential memories that are now their foe.
Briefcase, neckties, cosmetics and poise..all out cold.

The yellow, yellow moon says no.
But they'd already left their footprints behind and forever let go.

Sunrise, sunset. Or sunset then sunrise?
Visions blurred, sad to say they no longer know.
His coarse and wrinkly hand on hers, gracing the Lord.
Slowly, slowly. She manages a nod.
Their hands clenched together, ready for it.
They walk together, support each other..No mean feat.

Gone were the noise and fanaticism,
what remains are both hearts beating as one,
the steady and gradual rhythmic thump, who else needs fun?
Walking stick, wavering figures, dissipating life.

Sunset, sunrise. Or sunrise then sunset?
Why bother.
As his legs give way and his ailment consumes,
she summons her last bit of spiritual strength to elude.

His kiss on hers, eyes gleaming with..are those tears?
His last words before he was lulled into a sleep, forever so still.
The old lady's heart wrenched on.

Sunrise, sunset. Or sunset then sunrise?
She no longer knows. Doesn't matter, she presumes so.
Holding on to his limp and lifeless body,
she struggles with her laboured breathing; very,very lonely.

Closing her eyes, she too left with a smile so indepth.
Once more with pinkies hooked, a promise sewn in silence.

"I love you dear.
And please don't doubt me, I'm sincere."

- GOODBYE!(: