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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: And I say it takes a long time
Thursday, 20 March 2008 AT 2:07 pm


Yesterday I finally got to go to Sarina's place. :D
Her living room is full of gold coloured stuff, and she doesn't like it, silly girl. I think its okay, Rennaisance style is interesting. As much as she disliked her living room though, the more despised one seems to be her bedroom instead, since she practically wrestled me out when I managed to open her lock and get in. [I'm messy too, my dear, who's complaining? Haha]

Well anyway, we were waiting for Rarah to finish her mentoring so we could all go out to Kinokuniya. Yes,random timing, credits go to Sarina-chan.
That girl actually got to know a guy from friendster almost 2 years ago, and they were going to meet up yesterday to go and catch the movie Evangelion.
My gosh, hasn't anything from all those internet safety talks gotten through at all?
The guy and Sarina has basically nothing in common except for their mother tongue, and anime. Oh, and have I mentioned? He is a 23 year old who, judging from his friendster pictures, looks closer to 26. At least. Like Sarina's sister said, "an old jiji". LOL
So Sarina was a little nervous about the whole thing, and she made me and Rarah go along with her to town, which explains the little spontaneous trip to Takashimaya. Ever since I found out what was going on, I worked on freaking her out with my active imagination and "worst case scenarios", trying to knock some sense into her. They worked, partially. Once Sarina met and confirmed that her new buddy is not a psychotic pedophile who date rapes young girls because he broke up with his girlfriend for 3 months and can't find any outlets for his pent-up sexual frustrations, she probably clean forgot all about my warnings. Oh well.

The three of us survived the mrt trip, with our usual ribbing of each other and them annoying me with their "rich girl" remarks. We hung around Kino, loving the stationery section, fawning over the magazines, and going gaga about the manga collection. Haha, dorks. We had to help HT find a book she wanted anyway, Koizora. Well I found it all right, but only the 1st volume was in stock; the 2nd was sold out. After that Rarah and I walked Sarina to Cineleisure, trailed her up to the cinema pretending not to be acquainted, got a little lost because we had no idea there was a level 9, lost Sarina herself when she rushed into an elevator with us standing outside, and caught up just in time to see her walking into the darkness of the theatre entrance with AnimeDude. He looked scrawny anyway; so if he were to attempt anything funny, Sarina would probably twist out his arm from the socket. Good luck to him then.
Satisfied about our chum's general well-being, we went down to LJS for a latelate lunch before going back home seperately.

And that concludes my recount, yayness.
I am eating Wall's Mini Poppers and organic chocolate-coated sunflower seeds from the States, with my MOB notes open but ignored right in front of me. And I am tired. I suppose I shall sleep early tonight; Heaven knows I need the rest. So then...
Night, all. Oyasumi nasai!