The first six days of 2006 for me had been kind.
No dramas, no complications but all fun, fun, fun!
On 1 January, I spent the whole day with B and her boyfriend at the pool.
While the two were canoodling, I was sunbaking my skin off by the pool.
I got a mad tan and I think my love affair with tan would have to stop otherwise, I'll be really black by the end of summer.
On 2 January, I just chilled with B and watched Just Like Heaven. It was good. I have a soft heart I actually cried.
Went to the beach after the movie and wrote down our New Year's resolutions on the sand.
We made it a pact that we have to be together at the beginning of the year for our new year's resolutions because somehow, whenever I'm with her, my resolutions come true.
On 3 January, we went bowling with her boyfriend and her bf's flatmates.
Though I made an ass out of myself, I still had fun. It surprises me that even when sober I manage to embarass myself.
On 4 January, I went to town with Amber. I haven't caught up with that chick since New Year's Eve. As always, it was crazy. You have to hand it to her - she's mad.
Then yesterday left Amber and I recuperating from a big night. We didn't come home til 9:30 in the morning and well, we just spent the day retelling everything that happened the night before.
I think the year is starting off in my favour.
Sooner or later I think I have to move
Being single in the Gold Coast is like being single in New York City.
Sex and The City-esque if you'd like to call it that.
One of my new year's resolutions is to be angst-free especially in the dating department.
But if you go out as much as I do. You tend to meet guys a lot.
Some of them will turn out to be friends.
Some will turn out to be dance partners.
And then it gets predictable.
And then it gets boring.
And then it becomes less and less appealing.
Because you know that if you don't stop you would have to move interstate to get away from all that.
I'll be ready when I'm 23
That's what I said to my best friend.
And that's what I'll say to anyone who would come up to me and asks when I'm ready to have a boyfriend.
Why, Carlo, my cousin asked. He has a girlfriend now. He finally, finally snapped out of his funk and I'm really happy. But he does rub it on my face that he's found someone else.
And I still haven't.
I almost cried when I found out that he's been seeing someone for a few months now. It's about freaking time that he moved on to better girls.
And I did tell him that.
So what are you waiting for? You're supposed to move on to better guys, he countered.
Not yet. I'll just screw it up if I force myself to be in a relationship, I answered.
Mum and my Grandma are getting worried. They think I'll end up to be old and alone.
Thinking to self: I'm only about to turn 22. What makes them think I won't find my life partner next year or the year after that or the year after that or the year after that?
Will explain: My relatives from Manila made a phone call last night. And since I passed out at five in the afternoon yesterday from being too tired from the night before, she only passed me the message this morning.
Apparently, my grandmother wants me to get married.
This year.
I think my Nan's exact words were, I expect Nikki to be a missus before Christmas.
Shivers.
I'd expect her to do that to Carlo. To tell him to settle down and marry.
But not to me. Definitely not me.
Mum then told her that they're both thinking the same thing. That I'll be twenty two this year and I seriously need to rethink my life plans.
Enough of the partying.
Enough of the hook ups.
Enough of the flirting.
Flick the flings.
And settle down.
Double shivers.
How am I suppose to do that?
Imagine: Nikki having to worry about another human being.
I can't even take care of myself.
I forget to eat.
I love my sleep.
I get up in the middle of the night to go for drives.
My attention span is scarily low.
And they want me to get married and reproduce?
They must be crazy.
Because as I said before, I'd rather act like a total idiot now. Now that I'm twenty-one. With no reservations for my actions.
Than act like an idiot when I'm forty with two failed marriages because I got married early and seriously messed up my life.
Now that would be sad.
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