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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: Fingernails? Really?
Saturday, 28 June 2008 AT 6:21 pm


Right so I'm just sitting in the dark, typing and then backspacing like mad because I can't really see what keys in the name of Gackt am I hitting.

Recounts for today:
We met our previous maid Digna, went up a firefighter ship museum, hit MegaBox for copious amounts of salmon sashimi and sticky pictures, decided to introduce the youngest among us to alcohol for the first time, went for a spin in the car to enjoy the fabulous HongKong night scenery, and watched Juno while guzzling Nite, Smirnoff, MGSpirits and Jolly Shandy.


You have no idea how long it took me to type that tiny paragraph, but considering all the alcohol swishing around in me right now, and the dark, and my dry eyes, I think I'm doing better than expected.

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