Someone dug some old skeletons out of the closet today. I used to think that I know that person quite well, but it seems that there're more layers to the onion. A year and a half ago, I would have been very upset by the sight of these skeletons. Now all it stirs is an urge to blog, and the temptation to retort with a bit of spite. I think that, if people want to take skeletons out of their closet, it should be to throw them away, not to display them in a place where everyone can see them. And I really wanna remind someone (I shouldn't, but I'm gonna post it here anyway and hope that that someone doesn't read this) of what a fortune-teller in some bazaar at the Arts forum said, some year and a half ago, about not being too picky.
Well, whatever. It's none of my business now, and probably never was.
