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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: Dumb; in every sense of the word.
Monday, 14 April 2008 AT 5:08 pm


I thought it was already 2 plus in the morning because it was all quiet and dark out.
Then I looked at the clock, and it turned out to be only 10 minutes past midnight. TSK.


And I think it is most probable that we will be...yeap.
Urgh, being unable to say it out is so annoying. Its making me all emo and shit. Sometimes its cool though, being emo, because then your extensive range of vocabulary comes into play. But once again, I digress. Such a bad habit; yet ANOTHER thing to kick.

In any case, I think quite a few of my close friends have already sort of guessed where my frustrations are stemming from, and what I'm trying to get at. Its just that I didn't let on, so (maybe) they thought it was something else.
I am going to attempt the Jacob approach. (Twilight fans will know what I mean, you hear that Adel?) Since I'm not allowed to say it, I shall just have to make people guess it correctly.
Brenda and Prerna, so far you guys are the closest to the bullseye, just finetune it a little and you'll be spot-on. Not that anyone can actually do anything about it now, but still, its nice to have friends' support, and that's only possible if they know what's happening to me.
So there.

PS. I need retail therapy. Very very badly.

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