Life, I love you once again!
I shall name you Hobagobajumbo Jijotnina Bookalakashakalaka Bamminonito Gary. Or you may also be known to the world as Jojo Armani IV.
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Dear Jojo Armani IV,
I had the most difficult time when you were not around, but now that you are by my side again, in my side pocket, I feel more secure in this messed up world.
It was a silly situation when I went to collect you. I already had you in my pocket and was planning to go down the stairs into the shop to get a protective transparent sticker for you. Since I'm planning to not mess you up and let you hang yourself, I'm considering buying accessories to make you last longer and look prettier. Mind you, I did not make this sort of effort on my last three babies. You should feel honoured.
I was already browsing through the glass shelves but the man ask me to go back up the stairs again because the other man forgot to hand me the adoption papers (the receipt). Can you imagine how annoyed I was? I was all ready to prettify you when I had to walk up and down the long flight of stairs again.
After getting the papers I didn't have any mood to prettify you anymore. So you can blame the man for you remaining in the plastic cover that has the words 'On Press Center Off Press and hold Play/Pause Backlight Press and hold Menu Reset Press and hold Center + Menu' printed on it.
But do not fret, I already have your future planned. You see, while you were in my bag in the car, I went to the Kiulap Mall. I came across this shop where I could get colourful and wonderful skins for you. The two men at the counter were very helpful, except when they were trying to explain to me what 'transparent' was. One day I'll bring you to these two nice plastic surgeons. It'll only take an hour and $38 dollars.
I've written a song for you too. Let me sing it to you. Bear with me on this because I wrote it in thirty seconds to show my utmost joyous emotion for having you back with me, working and ready to play music.
OH IPOD, I love you, so damn much, can't you seee
OH IPOD, I'll take care, of you now, don't you worryyyy
DON'T BE AFRAID
I WON'T DISAPPOINT
I'll take good care of youuuuu.
No, really, I wrote that masterpiece in just thirty seconds!
Love,
Jo
XOXO
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To my dearest readers, let us hope that my new iPod will not break down like the last three did. I will not be able to bear it if it happens again and my heart will pecah into berjuta-juta pieces.
Now I must return to my blogging hiatus and nerd status.
I MUST LOVE HISTORY.
I MUST LOVE SOCIOLOGY.
I MUST LOVE EAS.
I MUST LOVE ENGLISH LITERATURE.
I ALREADY LOVE MY IPOD!
P.S. As a self reminder, I must tell Fifah about what Fizah told me just now when I saw her at the Mall about a guy and I whereby a friend thought that the guy and I were something because the guy is in something and I am in something but in fact he is in something but I didn't something him to something. So that something a friend thought is in fact something which is something. But I told Fizah to tell the friend something just to mess her up. Because I am in fact, very mean, at times.
