I updated this blog just to show I am still alive.
Playlist changed. I just love Cantonese songs~All Eason's~ Yay!^^
Spent half of my youth for the lyrics. Well, the misc part needs to have something, erm, interesting. Perhaps it's not. Anyway, it's filled up.
The addition of those break codes [ br ] nearly killed me, for I have to include one for each line, for all of the 10 songs' lyrics. They are shockingly long.






I hate sore throats, though I do hope to get it when I dreaded going to school.
It's icky, highly uncomfortable, and you can't speak very easily. Sometimes you get a runny nose along with that too, which gradually evolves to a blocked nose.
Your choices of food get pathetically less.
You are forbidden to eat this and that, like ice creams, toasted bread, fried food, and those noodles with chillies floating on the surface of the soup. Cold drinks too, which I don't really mind. But my heart will itch if I don't have any food without chillies. I am addicted to those red stuff with seeds that burn your throat. Why only red? I hate green chillies.
To summarise, your food life becomes dreadfully bland, and you wishes to just drop dead.

One optimistic point of having a sore throat is that you can sing like A Do(阿杜) without much difficulty.



Oh, I decided to give the thing I wanted a miss, after much thoughts. No particular reason.