Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Bratfest at Tiffany

While I haven’t had the chance to dine at Tiffany just yet(maybe the new Bristolings can enlighten me about the experience:p), this girl is already bubbling with desire at the thought of it.
Now, onto matter of a grandeur scale, why I haven’t been writing for, pardon the pun, years? I refuse to tell you the Lazy word, very unlike a friend of mine who wholeheartedly admitted her fault, but I will tell you a bull story of how I am always in the middle of something every other time the blogs pops up into my mind. Being a L***bum that I am, I pushed it back to the farthest reaches of this brain and start to forget about it gradually. Yes, humans are forgetful like that. Alzheimer can come honey, but the crows’ feet and sagging boob, I sure hope not yet. But hey, suddenly I am free and decided to have a peek at that old piece of thing in the basement, metaphorically speaking, and guess what I found. My old blog. My PAST blog.
And, as a wise man once said, forgetting one’s past is forgetting one’s self, I say why not give it another breath of life?
To new beginnings.

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