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the last sunset

help
Sunday, April 22, 2007

I

need

to

SHOP.

And by SHOP, I mean to walk aimlessly for hours inside a mall, specifically the one at Greenhills. Apparently, that one has been renovated to something way, WAY, better, compared to what it looked like before. I hated going there when I was a kid, it was jam-packed with people, and the fact that there was no air conditioning didn't help with the temperature at all. I remember stepping on a dead cockroach once, before. The place gave me the creeps. But now, it's like, the closest thing you could go to for heaven. It's cool (as in it's cold inside, everywhere really), it's got everything organized into different sectors, like food, then accessories, shoes, clothes, something they'd probably gotten from Tiendesitas. Plus, the flashy lights really kept me looking at different things, completely making me forget that my feet are already soar from hours and hours of walking. Shop. NOW.

I think I might actually find L inside.

smiled at the sun again @ 10:00 PM,




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