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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: It is officially Grumble Day.
Wednesday, 14 May 2008 AT 5:32 am


I have a leaky faucet for a nose, and I think someone superglued sandpaper to the insides of my throat. I feel horrible, like shit, and I want to die soon.

Initially, my itinery for today was exploding.
I was supposed to go back to school to pick the girls up after their dismissal and go out to IMM for lunch. And then I'll head back home, because Eve will be coming over to hang out until around 7, following which we'll head to Zouk to get our stamps before dinner, and go back after that to club the night away.
Needless to say, everything's cancelled now. Life is such a bitch.

I just read Jacky's blog, and she had some fabulous pictures of the 08A3 sweetards.
I really miss them now. Apparently they had a great Tuesday, camwhoring and laughing the day away, and it was a bonus that Mr Raj wasn't there with his hypnotic voice.
Hey, maybe I caught my bug from him, dammit. o_O

Okay whatever, I shall go back to being miserable. Or maybe I'll read Vampire Knight instead, for lack of better things to do. (Thankyou Sarina, and yes, I love Zero Kiriyuu now!)

PS.
Eve, what's gonna happen to my Chestervale card?
We still definitely have got to meet, not just for the card, but to make up for today, and also for you to bring me to flea market thrifting. :D

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