THANK YOU

Lyrical365 started off as just an experiment to challenge my own writing skills. The idea of blogging was fairly green in 2006 where most people blogged as the simplest savvy way of keeping their diary in an e-mode.

Lyrical365 was more of a monologue with logs play as medium to get things out of chest.

Lyrical365 was firts and foremost a very private log.


Reader;

I was given the idea that you "lintas-lalu" reading my lyrical365, got excited, start dismantling the logs and STRATEGICALLY post it to my better-half. I haven't the slightest idea what your interest or personal vendetta against me. And I never intend to defend myself against a "freak" who think best of himself by meddling into someone else's life.

It is not very hard to guess who you are since those with political agendas wanting to "punish" the HR is limited few so you best keep your distance. I have only a handful circle of friends if you are among those "Harvey-2-Faced" type. Everyone has their skeletons in their closets while karma has it that sooner or later, the truth will prevail.

BUT let I decide when or how to let my closet open.

Look carefully at your very own family and learn to be thankful. No 2 families are ever the same so stop "preaching" and "meddling" by telling others on what to do and what not. Or be judgmental about who's the sinner or stand by your snobbish notion of "Holier than Thou".

Or if you are yet with a husband/wife, find a hobby.

Some day, some way; it will come back to you....

For the bestest intention of "exposing" who I was; I thank you.
For the time taken to strategically "ruin" our lives (mind you it is spelled in plurality); "Great Job".
For the persistence to send more and more; I envy you.
For the ugly smirk you have there on your face; treasure it while it last.

With the humblest plea I beg you; "Leave US alone".

I hope that you have pleasure "savouring" every post throughout. If I may, I'll keep my own diary in a place safe. Sorry for having to keep them all away from you. GET A LIFE!

After years of longing, I will leave you with a cynical Allanis Morisette number (and you know how it meant)

THANK YOU

How bout getting off of these antibiotics
How bout stopping eating when I'm full up
How bout them transparent dangling carrots
How bout that ever elusive kudo

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How bout me not blaming you for everything
How bout me enjoying the moment for once
How bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
How bout grieving it all one at a time

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down

How bout no longer being masochistic
How bout remembering your divinity
How bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How bout not equating death with stopping

Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you thank you silence