Coke zero in a good way.

I knew something was wrong when for almost two months, I have not talked about the crazy men in my life.

It's simple: I have none. For the first time since I started dating I have no man troubles in my life.

I like it.

Very quiet. Very peaceful and I never knew being single can be so empowering.

I still hang out with friends. I catch up with them for coffee, movies, drives... you name it.

I have enough time to focus on my studies.

I stayed at home and watched the Olympics (mainly Men's Basketball) with my dad.

I started working out.

But a few of my really good friends left. Wai for Singapore and Bec for Canada.

That's one of the major blows this past couple of months.

Today, I looked at my ex's profile on myspace hoping I'd get a tinge of pain or a tug in my heart but I felt nothing.

Maybe I am growing up.

I'm moving on without any help from other guys.

No rebound guy whatsoever.

I don't even flirt. Anyone who asks me out I say no to.

I get lonely, sure. Sometimes I wish I just have someone I can talk to to. And I still miss him everyday and I think about him everyday. It's not illegal. We had some good times.

But when I look back, the amount of stress I got with working things out with someone isn't worth having a nice chat with that person once in a while.

I'm not being cynical.

I would love to be in love again. But in the meantime, while I'm waiting for that special person to come around, I'm not going to be a maneater and chase every single guy I lay my eyes on.

It's not me anymore. Come to think of it, I hate that person. I was like a horndog. But now, I think I've grown more mature and understanding towards everything.

I have nothing to complain about.

At the moment, life is being very kind to me.