Un nombre gracioso para una publicacion medianamente triste, I guess.
Here’s the thing: I’ve spent a good hour searching WHERE did I write about this and with (insert your deity here) as my witness I cannot find it. And that’s quite odd. I KNOW for a fact that I’ve written something about this somewhere, just can’t quite remember where. If any of you my beloved readers (like, two people) know where did I talk about this, or even commented it, let me know.
Por casi un año ha estado aca un papel que sirve de recordatorio, de testigo mudo, de testamento a que algunas veces perfect plans can fail. And I’m comfortable with that. I mean, I’ve kept it as a reminder, as a memento. For both (good and bad) reasons: to remind myself that I can fuck it up royally and in hopes that it could serve as a memento of the start of something beautiful. This doesn’t need further comment.
Well, you can pretty much guess where this is going, can you?
I believe I said I would burn the piece of paper. Somehow, I managed to evade my own will. And that’s pretty odd.
So, as Dexter would say: tonight is the night.
cheers~
Tags: 2009, dreams, fail, karma
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