Time for a change...

u know how when ppl break up they do crazy things like jumping off buildings or bridges, writing blogs (hehe), flying back to kl and kicking the guy's arse or immediately going on the rebound to minimize the hurt. well my ritual or tradition or whatever u call it is to get my hair cut really really short. this thing started in form 4 i guess when i had a crush on a girl only to find out later that my friend cut the queue and got her first. dunno what prompt me to get a hair cut... maybe it was also because the dicipline teacher had just cut my hair because it was over the permitted length. and i was a prefect! damn... anyway the first time i broke up, i had freakishly long hair which was longger than my face so i had to get a cut. after that it became a thing for me that everytime i break up i get a very short hair cut. i think its symbolic like cutting away the strands of the relationship. another thing that i do after break ups which i'm not proud off is that i sometimes go on the rebound. its not like i purposely do it but i think that thinking of another girl and pursuing her keeps my mind of the breakup. but i don't i will do it this time. i don't think i'm ready to get into another relationship so fast. i dunno why but the last time i rebounded it didn't work and i'm still thinking of the girl who dumped me after 4 days. now this is an interesting story which i still, for the life of me, till now, don't get it. i was just talking with my mother about this breakup and suddenly the conversation turned to buying condoms... hmmm... that was queer.... anyway i still get that feeling of loss. you know the feeling when u get when u lose something and u don't know u misplaced it. it bugs u and its depressing, no sad, no its like something is tugging at ur heart, when u know you'll never find that thing again. How do you forget something that you have loved for more than a year? How do you forget the good memories in you life? How do you forget? Well the answer is you don't. thats life. life's about losing things and finding new ones. that's what i tell myself... you can only wish that it doesn't happen too often... life can is like owning a dog. its fun when you throw the stick and it brings the stick back to u but u'll never know when it might turn around and bite u in the arse for throwing the stick too far. haha does that make sense?