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Friday, January 09, 2009
1/09/2009 12:23:00 pm

I remember it was nearly 6 years back, when I just broken up painfully with Liat.. It was those type of self-inflict torture, the two of us wud bounce back and forth if we were goin to continue being in a relationship.

He wud persuade me to collect back my stuff from his place.. but would act as if we hadnt broken up, he would play the sort of music on his winamp that he hoped might trigger some sort of renewal of feelings for the two of us. About 2 mths later, I saw myself using the same painful method.

In many times like this, standing from the sidelines of my memory, I find myself smiling sadly. At my idiocity? Perhaps. At my ignorance? Very much, yes.

Music is the way he used to tell me how he felt, funny how he has a knack of finding the best choice of lyrics in a song to 'dedicate' to me how he felt at that very moment. For that, there are now many songs that are an ear sore to me, which I would never want to hear again for as long as i live.

Now in a crude yet laughable way, I feel like I'm experiencing that weird and hateful situation. But this time, I refuse to let it take over my life. Its all diferent now.. If I can forget how much I love liat.. perhaps there would be a chance that i will forget you too..