July 4, 2007 at 1:05 am (GY 白 TULAN)

Breaking up is hard to do, but when the situation calls for it, it has to be done nevertheless.

I’m pretty sure the breakup was harder on GF (I should probably refer to her as ex-GF from now) than it was on me, but fuck, it wasn’t exactly a fun thing for me to do either.

I got through the initial 2 weeks by working, playing futsal, playing DOTA and working even more. Sure, it’s not conventional, but fuck it. It worked. It was all fine. Even after she called me yesterday. Seriously, I was cool about it because I finally thought she understood what I meant – why I broke up with her.

So what’s this aftershock bullshit all about, eh?

Well, little did I know, the hardest part of a break up was yet to come. And today at about 2 in the afternoon, it did.

She messaged me on MSN and uttered the heart breaking words – “I want to take my PS2 back.”

Ugh. I hate it when this happens. For fucks sake, it’s a PS2 not a house. It’s a fucking console. One which I will surely use more than her. But hey, it’s hers after all so who am I to say no.

Sigh. Well ex-GF, if you’re reading this, then fine. Take it back.

Naturally, when she told me the news, I HAD to ask for something back too. I didn’t ask for the diamond necklace back, because that would be plain gay. I couldn’t ask for my iPod Shuffle back, because she already returned it. Come to think of it, I never actually gave her anything. LOL. So the only thing I could ask back was a box of magazines I left in her place.

Well, fuck it. Keep them, junk them or plain burn them. Don’t bother returning them. I don’t really need them at all. It was just a spiteful thing to say.

At least I was manly enough to forbid you from buying me a PS3 or Xbox 360 or Creative Zen.

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