Some thoughts are better left unsaid… on Plurk/Twitter/both*

To the ex:

Para kang 2008…

Wala ka na sa buhay ko ngayon *badumdumpish!*

Well, I know it sounds bitter as hell, but that’s the truth. A sad one too, but something I have to live with. In the first place, I wasn’t the first one who left the train station dearie, it was you So don’t go around emo-ing that I’m not there anymore. You left, even if you knew I was just caught up in traffic. (aaannnnddd… I succeeded in alienating the single reader I have left.)

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I never did get the need to burn thousands of pesos for a stupid superstition… and burn some more if you managed to get yourself in the runner-up list for this year’s Darwin Awards by either blowing an appendage to a bloody pulp, gouging an eye out, sniffing enough smoke and cordite to turn your sputum into this speckled mess and reduce yourself to a wheezing asthmatic mound of flesh. Come on people, get on with the damn program. There’s no such thing as luck. We make our own fates. Luck is for the feeble-minded and cop-outs. Fuck you world and your craziness.

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Whoa. Remembering someone in a Jagged-Little-Pill-esque way is… refreshing. Alanis Morisette,  along with Barbie Almalbis during her HYP days and Ria Bautista, should have been a Ghostbuster - her songs kill the ghosts of the past and shatters the skeletons in the closets. Good times.

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O hai thur issues. Still around? Fuck you all. 

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(A/N: * - this is why we keep blogs. We all need closets to store our skeletons in. Even if that closet is not-really-hidden, there’s this unexplainable thrill when we post things not on the general public’s radar.