The Excorcism of the blog slacking demonI think I'm back to blogging. Forgive me if I haven't been updating my blog for a few days.
I cheated and speed blogged for a whole day enumerating each and every single thing that happened to me in the past week and putting them up here.
So I will, finally, blog about what happened to me in one big entry.
Firstly, two weeks after I broke up with him, my life is back on track. I'm smiling again.
I surprised myself for not giving in to the urges of calling him. I never really got the urge to grab my mobile phone and chat with him. It surprised me that only after three sleepless nights,
the whole stalking debacle with Iris, the two angry MSN exchanges with him, the deleted email address from my friends' list [I know, so immature, but I had to do it], the editing of his name on my phone book [again, so childish, his was under -_-baby-_- but I had to change it back to his name], etc, had proved me that I handle break ups more maturely than before.
I never had a minor setback. Never did I call him for a chat. I never did my perpetual
hello you, just wondering how you are, anyway hope you're doing great, text messages. The kinds that are chirpy and cheery but they can see right through it and to your horror, all they can do about it is shake their heads and delete the message and continue on with their lives.
I. Am. Not. Going. To. Be. That. Girl. Anymore.
That's why when I broke up with him, I swore to myself that I will not take back what I said. I will not tell him that occassionally, I think that I may have made a mistake. That I want to hear his voice just one time before I head for bed.
I don't want to be the pathetic loser who still hangs on to her ex even after she broke up with him.
And I think, the will and the desperation to prove to myself that I'm better than all these made me get through it. It's either I sink back and be the same Nikki who can't handle break ups. Or chin up and do something extraordinary and just move on without looking back.
I kept myself busy for the past couple of days. I threw myself at work. I never had a day off in ten days. Not once. And it felt great. I go to work, come home, snooze for a few hours and drive back to work. I did that for ten days straight.
And it helped me to not think about him. Now, when I do, I only have bittersweet thoughts of him. No remorse, no regrets... nothing. Just the good memories and the fact that I know I did the right thing.
Secondly, I've fully rekindled my friendship with
Iris, we did our own thing last year. I think I only saw her for a grand total of three times. Or maybe five. But it was definitely less than ten.
But now, as I try to get over the whole clubbing scene and try to take up a new obsession [saving up for travel.. I'm finally doing it!], I realised that I need to surround myself with positive people. Not the ones that will make you drink more, smoke more [ok, I still smoke but I'm taking it one step at a time], probably on the verge of introducing you to the world of AIDS and lets you blow your cash when you hit town. I realise that watching a movie or having dinner with Iris and J is actually cheaper than staying up all night, drinking and getting massively hung over the next day.
Not only was she a great confidante during the whole Emmet saga but she cheered me up. Big time. So, yeah, I see the girl twice a week, which leads me to...
Thirdly, my obsession for homewares and interior desing and
Ikea.Ikea is my mecca. I'll make it a mission to go there at least once in two months and buy something for my room, my toilet or my future flat.
Going there makes me want to move out and decorate my own flat with something really funky. Like page 32 of the catalogue. Don't worry, I'm not an Ikea-obsessed monster who buys all her stuff from Ikea.
I want to be that girl but I just can't at the moment.
But I promise you, I will.
Fourth, my cousin is definitely coming. Along with my Auntie. In a desperate attempt to get my mother's sister to come over to Australia for a holiday, I offered to pay for half of her airfare and mum paid the other half. I didn't mind at all. This is the perfect opportunity to spend time with them.
I arranged to have morning shifts for ten days to have my afternoons and evenings free. There is no way I will pass up the opportunity to not go to
MovieWorld and
SeaWorld.
Fifth, my ex cracks me up. We're in speaking terms again. V and I managed to set aside the fact that we broke each other's hearts and started talking again. I told him I broke up with my ex. His reaction was hilarious.
What? And you're pregnant, he said.
I never said I was pregnant. He somehow thought I was pregnant and now I have to keep the baby and raise the child alone because I broke up with my kid's father.
Where the hell did he get the idea that I was knocked up in the first place. I couldn't stop laughing.
The rumor mill is everywhere. No matter where you are, you will never get away from it.
Sixth, sure I threw myself at work but I turned to comfort feeding as well. And I think I may have put on a little bit of weight. No, my jeans aren't snug. And my shirts aren't tight but I feel bloated. But then again, it might have something to do with the fact that I'm due for my monthly torture and I'm having cramps and hot flushes for the past couple of days now.
But if I still feel fat and bloated, I swear, I'm hitting the gym.
Seventh, since Iris has
TFC at home. I got myself interested in
Pinoy Big Brother. The Celebrity edition was quite funny.
I only get interested during the final evictions of Big Brother. I get my jollies by finding out who the ultimate housemate is without having to tune in during the whole season. Can't wait for the
Aussie Version though.
Eighth, I'm completely lost with
the OC, the only time I got to watch one ep of the third season was last night and I slept through the second half of it. And the first half was spent flipping between the OC and
Dancing with the Stars. Ninth, I haven't caught up with Smallville to think that
Dimps' brother has the whole series on DVD. And I got the whole seasons 1 and 2 here sitting at home but haven't had the time to watch.
Tenth, Prisonbreak is one of the hottest shows on TV. That's the only show that I perpetually watch. Not because of Wentworth Miller but because of the plot and the prison scenes. With guys like Wentworth Miller in those cells, no wonder they turn gay in there.
Eleventh, one of my friends has a boyfriend. Fair enough she's happy and she wants to get my approval on him, but I just want her to think back when I was with Emmet.
Was she happy for me?
Had she ever told me that she supports my relationship with Emmet? I told her to be nice and to respect the fact that I was with Emmet but she couldn't even do that. And now she wanted my approval on her new boyfriend. Hell, no.
I'm not saying i'm selfish but i'm not selfless either.
I guess that's it for now. I spent a fair bit of time.
I'll see you in a week, I guess.