Dear Santa:

I won't ask you for anything this year, other than I can keep all that I have: my family, my friends, and my loving ones. Those who are close, and those who are far away, those whom I talk to everyday, and those whom I can only share with occasionally, those who owe me, and those whom I owe so much. Everyone I carry in my heart, and without whom my life wouldn't be my life.

I'd like to keep those wonderful times shared together, those chats with family and friends, sharing life, with all its good and bad, both in happy times and less merry ones.

I'd like to keep the visits of friends, old and new ones, those whom I see often and those I rarely meet, those I always remember, and those I sometimes forget about, the constant ones and the changeable, their letters, their messages, all those memories.

I'd like to keep forever those who are oceans apart and miles away, those whom I would never meet, and who aren't less loved only because human touch would never be possible between us. I'd like to cherish the invisible bond that unites us forever.

I'd like to keep the clean and eternally curious stare of children, their innocent laughter, their games and their excitement for everything that's new.

I'd like to keep the dawns, the sunsets and the starry nights, the peacefulness of the countryside, the hubbub of festivity days and the stillness of home during quiet days.

I'd like to keep the warmth of affection, of love, of friendship, the passion for life; I'd like to keep the ability to laugh, to smile and to cry, and above all, I'd like to keep all those people I share these emotions with.

I won't ask you for anything this year because, as you see, I have EVERYTHING I could wish for.

Hope you all have a really merry Christmas time, and I wish you all health to keep enjoying ourselves together for many years to come :)

MERRY CHRISTMAS

AND A

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008!!

I love you

-'Everything is gonna be alright. Promise'

All good things must come to and end. So it goes the saying, and so it goes life. She faked a smile and dug her face on his shoulder. They didn't have a home to run to. Life was just spitting it at her face. His last words kept echoing in her head "Everything's gonna be alright". She pressed the hug tighter. She wanted to believe it so badly. However, the line had been crossed and she knew that nothing would be alright anymore. She knew there was no hope. All that was left for her was facing reminders.

She enjoyed both the warmth of his body and the soft pressure of the comforter. She could sense his exhaled breath on her forehead and, for some reason, it made her feel extremely sad. That was going to be one the things she'd miss the most, his breathing rocking her to sleep. She started crying with still sobs and slow thick tears. She fought against it, but her cry became more and more intense. She knew he noticed and inwardly thanked him for not saying a word and just making her feel his embrace tighter. She needed no more.

She hated giving him such a hard time because she knew it wasn't any easier for him either. She had repeatedly said to herself during the day that she wouldn't burst out crying, and she had done a good job that far, but the sharp realization that the last night together had finally arrived, that the clock was ticking every hour, every minute and every second for the last time was too hard to handle. That night was just the beginning of many other lasts to come.

Lonesome. Hollow. Cold.

It felt like the last day of summer holidays when she was a kid, and suddenly every wheat field, every pavement stone, every transfer in her skin and every sticker in her bicycle seemed totally different, and strikingly relevant. It felt like the day after a birthday, the bittersweet realization that what she wished for so long, was already over. It felt like the last day of Christmas, getting the ornaments back in their boxes to store them in the attic for a whole year.

She thought she was hurt, but she wasn't.

As in her favourite summers, she had pictures and memories to hold on to and now that she had learnt how to ride without training wheels, she knew that no matter how far it seemed, there'll eventually come a new summer to do it all again. And she had him transferred in every inch of her skin and every one of her pores. She still had the sweet taste of the cake in her lips and the extreme excitement of the unexpected birthday presents. And although her lights had gone off like the ornaments after Christmas, she will happily let them collect dust until the appropriate hands would carefully rub them and make them shine again.

Lonesome without his smile. Hollow, far from that stare that filled her with emotions. Cold out of his wrapping arms.

She thought she was hurt, but she wasn't.

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Thanks to my hope hotline, to Jenne for encouraging me and to Pervster for chaining himself naked to me and forcing me blog whatevah :lol:

Place yourself in the picture.

What was the dream about?

Whose lock would you peer through?

For 10 seconds?

For 1 hour?

For a day?

Why?

Oba wants it shallow, so shallow it is. Yeah, I'm pointing my finger at you, come biiiiiite me :lol: Guys, c'mon. try and get creative. You can always google for Angelina Jolie's boobs or Brad Pitt's muscles. As in every muscle. Not that I did, I got it in a Power Point :oops: Lmfao! Anything you would fancy watching that you haven't googled for before?

Birth is the opposite to death.

Life has no opposite.

Ever thought of it that way?

Do you agree?

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For those being cranky about me getting thoughtful :roll:

Remember how I taught Kika to sleep on my laptop's adapter when she was all fuzzy about my parents' absence? Bad idea. She learned the lesson. Now I can't keep it between my feet :lol:

Kika 2 moths ago. I placed the adapter near her tummy so she could fall asleep. It worked:

Kika right now. Needless to say that she seeks for the adapter herself (yes Lia, she is leaning on my leg, and yes, those are sleeping bear pjs that some friend got me for Xmas last year :lol: )

What would you write in the sand...

...and what would you write on stone?

Rule out from your life

all those numbers that aren't essential

such as age,

weight

and height.

What numbers are essential for you?

MEN have a woman in their mind,

and another in their life.

WOMEN have a man in their mind,

another in their life

and yet another in their heart.

WOMEN aren't just made out of blood, flesh and bone.

They are made out of MEN's

passions,

desires

and

DREAMS.

Hmm, how random was "Love is..." today? So random it is. I actually move around in a normal car or in my bike, which I prefer way better *patpats bike*. I'm like a bit of a disaster (alright, a huge disaster) as to locate back where the car is parked. I just walk around randomly, and bf takes advantage of it, and when we are near he runs, gets in the car and locks the doors from the inside, so I am left outside pretty pissed off while he giggles :evil: Yeah, ha, ha, so not funny when people look at you like wtf?. This afternoon we went to the mall and he did that to me again. But hey, I'm a woman of resorts so I just kick the car. Guess what? The locks are miraculously open. Well, not by themselves, I'm not a professional car thief or anything, bf opens them :roll: My kicks to the car hurt him more than if I was kicking his b*lls. Go figure :lol:

Hmm, I'm a kinky mood today, which I'm sure will strike you all since I'm well known around for being a prude. However a certain someone woke me up at my funny hour and well, the feeling kinda lasts :lol: By the way, I'm afraid I scared the hell off such person. Meh. Bad, bad BM.

So, I'm so gonna blame Ben (the awaker), together with my sista Ada, Anna, Andre, Gwen and Ash for either giving me the idea or encouraging me to take the first available flight to Chicago, break one of my bones and fly off to the ER. Yeahhhhhhhh babe. Dr. John Carter, here I come!!! :twisted:

-The thing being that my sista had an ear infection and went to the ER in NY. She told me that some doctor there was pretty cute. So my kinky alert buzzed (hmmm, Dr.Carter :twisted: ).

-Then Anna posted for me and just for ME a picture of him in her blog, despite she doesn't know him and doesn't find him hot *gasps*. Much appreciated, dearest (hmmm, Dr. Carter :twisted: ).

-Then Andre and Gwen made these blogs with hotties and go guess... Noah Wyle made it in both lists (hmmm, Dr. Carter :twisted: ).

- Then, my KG sister Ash MD totally encouraged me in my crazy idea (poor thing, I think I had a terrible effect on her while we shared that little apartment in Gutterland before moving to the KG house). She told me I should break my fibula. Ouch :? I'm still figuring it out how to do it without breaking my tibia but she promised me painkillers *cough* happy pills *cough* and help to fake an allergy to casts so I'm properly treated for longer (hmmm, Dr. Carter :twisted: )

And not only that, she proposed we could take advantage of the fact that we crossed the pond to fly over to NY to sightsee *cough* get a hot CSI detective to pull around my wheelchair *cough*. Man Ash, I know your pms meant the best but you are so not helping :lol: (Hmmm, Mr. Messer :twisted: )

-And last but not least Ben. He is making me risk my job and end with my bones (even a broken fibula and most probably a tibia) in jail for raiding his apartment. Bad, bad Ben.

You are all meanies but I love you soooooooooo much :D

Geeeeeeeeee, will you look at him?? Hmmm, Dr. Carter :twisted: He is not even watching it coming...

Calvin and Hobbes is propriety of Bill Watterson and Universal Press Syndicate.

Hey Mom, when's lunch? Later Calvin. I'm busy. But I'm hungry now! I wanna eat! A map to the refrigerator. Hilarious.