Deleted.

An indiscriminate combination of:

• "I don't really like you" 
• "We never really talk in real life"
• "We never really talk in the virtual world" (or a combination of both)
• "We haven't attempted to converse in the longest time" 
• "I haven't spoken to you in years (and quite frankly, would like to keep it that way)"
• "Our wall conversations never really expanded beyond 'Happy Birthday'" 

are the reasons why at this time of writing, I have at least 100 less Facebook "friends."

Some of the deleted were closer than others (and some of the "friends" were mere fan pages). Either way, I have grown weary of the numbers game. I'm pretty certain there are a few more that can be deleted too, but in time.

Don't take it personally though, you neither miss me nor have a genuine interest in my life (and the feeling is mutual.)

If you do feel hurt, I assure you, the feeling of indignation will be short-lived.

-Chokobo-

Refreshed

I guess all that was needed was my long overdue return home.

Seeing my family, old friends and the haunts I've grown up with, in addition to embracing the form of socialising I have longed for in so long, has seen me wake up with a genuine smile on my face for the first time in ages.

I hope this translates into renewed enthuasiasm for the push to the finish line.

Onwards!

Chokobo | チョコボ

Doppelganger

Doppelganger. Noun. A ghostly double or counterpart of a living person. (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/doppelganger)

Fortunately, the doppelganger in question is neither my own nor that of any relatives or close friends; to which I breathe a sigh of relief. 

And in all fairness, the doppelganger in question doesn't look even remotely like the person I think he is similar to.

However,  the very voice, mannerisms and work-ethic of this individual, conjure up thoughts of a horrible bastard who I had the misfortune of crossing paths with during my year in Japan. The resemblance of character- and as I have just come to learn from my house mate, apparent affinity of hobbies- leads me to the conclusion that this individual is at least, the spiritual doppelganger of the aforementioned horrible bastard. 

My house mate has gotten to the know the spiritual doppelganger in question, and has informed me that he does indeed share traits with the horrible bastard, but unlike he, has a soul and is genuinely a nice guy, and doesn't have a phallus on his forehead.

And that news, is great news.

But if the legend of doppelgangers is true, here's hoping that this doppelganger and the horrible bastard meet face to face, and that the horrible bastard fades away. 

Chokobo | チョコボ