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SCRAPBOOKIN IS FUN

my earliest memory of a scrapbook is of my 1st standard. we had to make a scrapbook by stickin pictures collected durin various activities throughout the year.

i never thought of it again until around 2 weeks ago.

i was scratchin my head on a gift for a friend.

i first thought of an album of this friend with snaps of his with some of his closest friends.. but cos this was one person who was never around at the time of the "Clicks", i had a tough time finding snaps.

off late i resort to the net for everything. i searched for gift ideas on the net. came across scrapbooks on many a site.

bingo i finally got ma perfect gift!!

while it had been tough to find his snaps, there were enough snaps of his frens around. thanks to orkut, facebook, n the overflow of digicams n cam cells, n enthusiastic frens who like to preserve memories in pixels finding snaps wasn all that difficult.

ma first stop was a stationery shop, i brought a scrapbook, couple o colours, n pens etc.

the plan was to take palm prints of his frens n then stick snap cut outs. then ask them later to write some msg for him.

it was some effort.. gettin everythin n everyone. n bein a person who s adored by people he befriends there was a long list of frens.

ma biggest fear was people laughin at me, for ma wacky palm print idea (no one mind the snaps so much).. thankfully the first people i approached din laugh at me, they actually liked the idea. n that gave me a boost.

its nt about the gift, its the pleasure i derived in making the scrapbook..

i secretly regret parting it, but the joy of giving overshadows tat regret part of it.

i look forward to scrapbookin more.

ill put some pics later, i m presently facing some probs while loadin pics on blogger.
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