the missing link~

Well hi there. Don’t know how many of you are actually still reading this. Oh well, Never wrote anything meaningful for you guys, this blog is all me, all the time.

Anyway. In case you wanted to know, I’m still alive and well, I was actually avoiding to write, not because I have plenty of time to (waste?) do so (let’s face it: when you really want to do something you’ll make it happen no matter what) but because between late November and early December were dates that I REALLY wanted to avoid, and if I was to write something here I will end up rambling again about those dates, and that’s a cycle I want to break. Just writing this makes me feel stupid.

Both dates have a birthday in common. If you are curious enough you can check the entries from last year and find how sucky early December was for me last year. But it did taught me my lesson. It was fun. Lesson learned.

I don’t know if I’ve said this here but 2010 is a year I’m eagerly awaiting but, unlike his past dead brothers, I’m expecting him with little to no expectations. Zero hopes. No plans.

I want this upcoming year to be different from all the prior years. I want to get rid (and I’ve been at it, for real) of things, people, memories and what not that are just unneeded baggage. People that will only look up at you when they actually need something from you, things that serve no purpose anymore, mementos of memories that are long gone. That’s the kind of things I’m doing. I’m not interested in elementary or high school reunions.

The past should stay where it is. In the past. There’s nothing but learning experiences there. No good, no bad. Just memories of past times. As I was reading FML today, one of the posts said something like this “an ex is an ex for a reason” so it kinda applies for everything if not all: if someone is not in your present, it’s because it belongs to the (distant) past and that’s where it should (and will) stay.

In other totally unrelated news, I was finally able to check her pictures without:

a.- feeling a sharp pain in the chest.
b.- a cold shiver.
c.- feelings of impeding doom.

Now really, it’s not like I felt any of these things before, I just thought that’s how it would feel if I ever saw her pictures again. Not dead, didn’t feel a thing. I’ll tell this story with a little more detail later on.

I guess that’s all for now lads, merry Christmas and all that jazz.

cheers~

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