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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: "Ha! sleeping or waking? Sure 'tis not so. Who is it that can tell me who I am?"
Saturday, 3 May 2008 AT 12:30 pm


Is it just me, or is the overall standards of the high tea at Goodwood Park Hotel dropping?
Or maybe there was a significantly diminished amount of food available today. It was rather saddening.
Still, I enjoyed it, hell their smoked salmon makes up for everything. I should go at least a couple more times before leaving, even though I'm sure the English high tea over in Britain would be awesome as well. Hello, scones with butter and blackberry jam.

The subject of school withdrawal came up over my cup of Prince of Kandy fine tea, and Mom (yes, my mother!) pretty much agreed with me that I'm wasting my time in school now, since we're to be leaving, and I won't take the same subjects in England anyway, plus the stuff being taught now is nothing new for me already. It's just Dad who still rather opposes to the idea of his daughter running around the island while other kids are in school. Like that would stop me from withdrawing soon, so whatever.

My temple is pounding now for some strange reason. It hurts, and it's annoying the shit out of me. Nothing is helping. I turned on the computer in hopes that it can distract me, but I found nothing interesting. There are weird strangers walking around and viewing our house, poking and peering into everything. It's irritating me to no end.
I'm still extremely full from high tea, and already Dad's asking after dinner, which is just serving to make me lose my somewhat non-existent appetite. The thought of food in my mouth now is making me nauseous. I hardly ever feel like eating anything nowadays, except for kiwi fruits, cha soba, or caviar. Some of my friends say I might be coming down with an eating disorder. I hope so, then I can slim down eh?

It feels like I'm PMS-ing for some reason, I'm just tired out, and my headache is really killing me. I shall nurse it with Yirum's album and a glass of Fernando De Castilla Sherry. Or maybe I should go for Port instead.
Oh, I forgot. We've run out of Port. I'm stuck with sherry, brandy or iced wine.

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