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Dear Blog, 
 

    Just as the title says, the seemingly innocent past time of every girl, lady, woman or some guys general past time, will be no surprise if it surface itself as the next internationally recognised sports.

As fun as it was, it was sure have its way of being daunting!!! Downright tiring, me & Hui was weak in the knees when we were through with the first floor we started our conquest. Did I add that it took 3 solid hours for 1 floor? Berjaya Time Square is cursed I tell you! You had be real thick to say you walked in every shop thoroughly or shopped the entire mall. 

    & I thought there's nothing as bizarrely similar as marathons : requires great gist of strength in the limbs while hunting down your goal-the finish line, in shopping terms-that great dress every girl's been eyeing or that last stock of color of apparel you want. The sense of accomplishment is as satisfying nevertheless.

P.s: I finally got my best mate back from the Stealing-Today's-People's-Mate Monster (STPM Monster) !!! Hurray!

Back to the heavy duty of fooling around of course.

P.p.s: Hope you weren't angry with me because I left you on the study desk untouched. As compensation I rubbed Mr.Toshi the laptop till he shines with the best car wax I could find in the storeroom. Not sure if it's the right method though.

P.p.p.s: I got my best friend back !!!

♫ ♪ ♫ ♪Of Baskin Ice Creams, Giganto Bears & MIckey

 Dear Blog,

   With a start like an stricken patient having electic current running through my veins I woke up.

What was up with me today? I's just another meeting with him. I say meeting because nearly 5 years of dating can make you sound cheesy & more giggly that you think. Not that Im saying Im like that. Just saying.

I guess that's due to the aura of christmas mistletoes. Whatever mushy mushy love stories that you think: "Oh it's another love story", well mine was one of it but unique at the same time. Just like any other love story!

It amaze me after all these years how a simple day on movies & strawberry cheesecake ice-creams can piped up the festive mood. Not to mention my love for him. I really felt closer to him now than ever.

He knows everything about me & me him. Funny thing is we never got bored or silent treatment or weird akwardness that I heard from what people told me when they were with the other.

They say love will fade.

I reckon love will grow.

They told us we were too young & understanding nothing of love.

I beg to differ & willing to learn from scratch.

They say we were having a puppy love,

Look where this puppy got us to.

Blessed by the Giganto Bear!

P.s:

Something Mr.Wombat decided plucking back from the land of Hong Kong. & I'm loving it.

I can't thank you enough!

I can't love you enough!



Dear blog

Dear blog,

    From now on I have the intention to call you as it is & as it suppose to be since the first man or woman (avoids sexism), had ever came up with the idea of self preservation of one's memory & part of one's memoir in a time capsule, diary, engraving, tomb stones & whatever else we decided to call you.

Dear diary,

    Was once what we called you when we find the need or practically urge to share our deepest darkest & brightness secrets with someone. & yet faced with the uncertainty whether our secret is well kept & safe in another or if our joy will ever be acknowledged by another as approving without having seeming as boasting, in other words showing off.

    I once asked myself what is the meaning of diaries & the replacement of it with blogs?

It used to be so personal & secretive, mysterious. Even suppose to be a taboo to be reading other's diary. I mean, come on, who wants your big nosed brother sneaking into your thoughts.

    In another words, do you want your frienemy to ''catch up'' some good times?

& yet there's this wonderful sense of sharing that none of us could truly well explain or put it down in words.

    Surely this feeling has cropped up in every blogger's mind : Why blog when there's something as a diary?

    No. Really, why? Apart from the technical answer of, ''Oh, it's easier to transfer photos''

                                                                                   ''Typing is faster for me"

                                                                                   ''Umm..it ... last forever?

    Sorry, I think you missed the part where you could opt for: only author could view the blog.

I myself find it rather vague to answer this type of question that popped up, & yet I'm loving every second of the idea of blogging & sharing.

One thing I'm sure though:

There's no definition for blogging.