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happy holidays bloggy! now i wont ask the usual "how's it been?" or "wattup?" since i've just realize that you cant really give me a legit remark like "fo shizzling my fo nigglins" because you are a blog, blogs dont really say something for themselves except if the management of this site would tend to play some tricks on me.. and if i would well, post something. right. i could have another imaginary convo with you. i miss doing that anyway.. so here it goes..


(let's just pretend that we have to do it from the top)


me: happy holidays bloggy! how's it been? wattup dude?

you: still the good'ole me. a blog. freakin' left alone for some other important matters and isnt really getting frequent visits from the owner.

me: you arent supposed to type that. its supposed to be like: fo shizzling my fo nigglins.

you: oh sorry. i thought it made more sense.

me: well it did. once again, im sorry for abondoning you for like almost everytime. you see, bloggy, though im having my christmas beak, im not really into typing a lot since im not using my own device. my laptop hasnt been installed with some internet connecting outlet or whatever it is.

you: oh.

me: yea.. and.. alright alright, i must also admit that im guilty for spending my quality time with facebook, twitter, especially with tumblr. well, i can explain it though. i like tumblr cos u can connect to other people in weird yet understanding way and they can as well, understand (or reblog) your feelings and some things that im probably interested in. its like they wont even budge yet they know bits of what you feel though they dont really give a damn abt it. but really. i still need you. everyone needs quality time with themselves and with their imaginary blog-pet. (well, you're a blog but not really a pet since you are not some kind of dog specie.) anyway, i need your reply asap.

you: alright, i understand.

me: good. i love you. now, listen to my updates.

Christmas went by like blurr. well everybody says that. you know, its really unusual for me not to ask mom and dad something for the gift season. i mean ive always been that material-brat every parents abhor, but now, it isnt even my vocab anymore. what happened?

oh no.

this cant be.

im not possibly having symptoms of..

of..

getting old!

no. let's hope not. its just maybe i feel somewhat alright with everything i have. psh. you gotta be kidding me. ofcourse i want something. ive always want something. maybe its just that i understand that well, i wanna kinda have something expensive and i cant really push it through my parents will to have what i want so yea, i didnt budge. plus, it really like nonsense. and im not much of into it. but yes, i have my eyes on another stuff. a ----- oh goody, let's not tackle more about that shiiiiz

so yea, let's roll the ball starting on dec. 17, 2010
christmas party. got a lil irritated for some bluffs. that stupid stupid jerk. anyway, my friends made the partayy worth celebrating.

dec18-eternityofnonsense-dec.25,2010
christmas with fam fam! went to church. ate. sent some lovin SMS. received a call from daddy. exchanged some gifts. and slept. dear papa wasnt able to join us since he attended a party of some ship-owning-guy.

dec.30,2010
had a blast with my project groupmates. one of my classmate ended up taking a real deal picture of herself inside a coffin. you know its really freaky to that but we have to. its for the extra points for our well, project. obnoxious, i know.

jan.1,2011
hee ha! felt like a boss when i typed 2011. anyways, here i am. blabbing. gushing. talking. murmuring. hmmm, new year's resolution? i think none. alright, there's one:

NOT TO GIVE SHIT TO PEOPLE WHO ARENT EVEN CAPABLE SHARING SOME DAMN.

that's it. i cant really think of something else right now especially of some school activities are bugging the back of my mind. yes, they follow me everywhere. urgh. and there are this weird noises i can hear from somewhere since its already 3:15am. creepy! now, i gotta force myself to get some sleep. HAPPY NEW YEAR, keep rocking bloggy <3

xoxo-geianne