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Thursday, November 15, 2007

I've yet to publish some saved posts. But I'll just move along, move along, like I know you do..

I hate fever. I don't like how it weakens the body, and the mind ofcourse. No lah... I don't have fever. But I just wanted to start this post with something hot(fever)

My throat is soar. Soar throat. My naval cavity (woo hoo, bio term) is suffering from Mythrokelock, My Throat Kena Block. The air ways is smaller, thus, breathing is not as simple as ABC anymore. When difficulty in breathing comes, everything starts to tag along: difficulty in moving, difficulty in talking and the other difficulty siblings. And my voice's low.... real low. Okay, maybe I've got a low voice already. Therefore, Low + Low = 2 Low = Too Low. Simple algebra, thank you Einstein, or whoever that made algebra up.

Ohh I know, it's this arabian guy.

Neways, I've been drinking plain water only, for the past few days/weeks. Reason being: gassy, cold drink will spoil the voice(cheyy) and I wanna live longer, by leading a healthier lifestyle that is. Yea... and maybe because I've got a sore throat. I was advised by my, none other than, nenek to drink crushed cili padis(the mother of all cilis) mixed with sugarcane, to release all the phlegm(spelling?). When phlegm's gone, it's easier to louden the voice, with no coarse-ness or serak-ness.

But fu...... it's gonna be real hottt. Imagine drinking cili padi ice blended, WITHOUT PEARLS Wooooo

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