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It was not until Thankgiving that I was reminded of my recent appearance on Faces of the Future. I suppose I didn't care too much about it and as a result, this slipped through my memory as if it had never existed. I was gazing outside the tricolour bus on Thanksgiving night as the bus approached Albert St. and Union St., and then I realized, did that thing ever get through?

To tell you the truth, I got several "congrats!" after this and that was it. Compared to my family's desire to save this moment in materialistic form, I was rather indifferent. Sure I have appeared on a community newspaper, but that's about it.  You get no rewards, you don't get cookies, and you will be forgotten in three weeks. Which is perfect I thought, back to being a hikikomori.

Then I found out that someone still gave a damn till this day.

So there I was, clicking away on the net until I discovered that someone's blogged about the whole Faces of the Future thing and commented how they chose graduates instead of current highschool students. From these words, I don't know it was either confusion or envy, I will leave that one as a toss-up.

So I opened that blog post, read it, and found out the person still cared about the incidents during the senior years in highschool.  The person blogged, and I paraphrase, that she barged into a friend's room and asking questions regarding whether or not she has heard about the paper. Obviously since no one cared enough to actually remember, she looked like a total psychopath and emo kid.

Well done, WELL DONE.

Then in a more recent post, I found more indirect insults targetted at me, though in comparison to much vulgar insults, these ones seemed like nothing. I was rather amused, close to the point of lying on the floor laughing. Let me break this down so I get this crap over with.

1. You said to me that no one is willing to care what I do with my life. Great, I don't mind that. At least try not to be hypocritical and stop acting like a 3 year old who just got his candy stolen from him.
2. You kept believing that I started this conflict for no reason whatsoever. Remember the words I gave you, PR, pretty much explains everything. Ask for your reputation around the old highschool community and you will know. Now you may have completely different PR strategies in University, which is awesome. But the version of you that I loathed was that of highschool, and there's a good reason for that.
3. You claimed your life to be a sad, unfortunate period of suffering until you met Bobby Star. (figure it out youself damn it) Emo-much?
4. NO ONE WILL THINK THAT YOU ARE OMG HOT BY EXPOSING YOUR G-STRINGS IN PUBLIC AND MOONING EVERYONE IN THE CLASS. DRESSING UP AS A SLUT FOR DRESS-DOWN DAYS AIN'T GOING TO CUT IT.

Good, now that's over with. I bid you good night. Most likely that you will never read this as this blog is quite secretive. But in case you do, I have to following message for you:
We are on different paths now, let's see if I will drop to the oblivion that you have foretold me, if I continue on.

Much Regards