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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: What you need, what you want, what you got
Wednesday, 25 March 2009 AT 2:10 pm


I've got Ajoo's Wealthy 2nd Generation in my head. On replay. Damn.
He sounds gayish but then again almost everyone does after months of only Big Bang. (There goes my blatant favouritism.) And his name still sounds stupidly like a virtual sneeze of sorts. But who really gives a flying turd? He's got a hot body, and looks like a cross between Vanness Wu, Hero Jaejoong and possibly Se7en. Google him.

Okay, I really need to get that blasted catchy chorus out of my head. And of course, I know the perfect song to replace it with.
Here, sing along as well, Super Junior's 쏘리 쏘리 (Sorry Sorry):

So addictive, and it overrode Ajoo, like I expected it too. Now I have Super Junior going "shori shori shori" in my head now HAHA.



ANYWAY, ALL THAT BLABBERING WAS NOT THE POST OF THIS POST AT ALL.

This is the third day that I'm stuck home now, and I'm really bored.
Just my luck for getting glandular fever. I hate being ill; I always end up looking really frail and breakble for at least a whole week afterwards. So I was down with sore throat last last week, and I didn't go in to college, and the same happened this week.
I'd already started feeling out of sorts on Mother's Day (Sunday), and by Monday it just got to the point where I didn't feel up to trekking all the way to college (again). And on Tuesday as well.
It was all fever and alternating between hot spells and cold chills and feeling dizzy and swollen throat glands. I was basically croaking like a frog.
And then this morning my dad woke me up at 10, saying he'd booked an appointment at the doctor's for me at 11. Fine, I thought, just when I was getting better. So I found out that I'd been infected with the glandular fever virus, and now I'm supposed to stay home and drink lots of liquids and eat vitamins.
Whee, the joy.

That's it, end of rant. I might go on a Lord of the Rings marathon now, like I do when I fall sick and do nothing but lie around on my opium bed feeling miserable and contemplating slitting.
Hopefully that cheers me up, but if not, Big Bang should do the trick. Byebye.

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