Breaking up is never easy to do, and if I should recite the number of sad stories relating it I would never have time to do anything else for the next century. Yet as I’m writing this I wonder why it should always be a sad affair. Yes, no denying that it can be painful and most of the time it is, but surely there’s gotta something that we can laugh for. So, now I’m going to share some of the funny bits relating to my latest heart break.
My latest break up was a rather long affair lasting for a few months with few recount able occasions. When my ex first initiate the ‘talk’ on which he admitted that he needed a break which for me was the same thing as breaking up I was so upset that I cried for the whole conversation. Imagine this, us sitting in his room and night has descended and the whole world was sleeping, and I was crying and talking at the same time while he sat in front of me looking forlorn and sad. I’ve been crying for maybe an hour and I’ve started to have trouble breathing due to the snot build up in my nose. Tears streaming down my cheek as I was going to say that I still love him, but loo and behold a snot balloon blew out from my nose as I was breathing out. Both he and I were startled for a second seeing that I’ve managed to blow a balloon out of my nose with my own snot. Let me tell you it sure did break the tension and now every time I think about that supposedly painful conversation I cannot help but to smile.
A few weeks after that we decided to called it a day, and again I was upset up to the extend that I called in sick and called my dearest best friend who then supportively also called in sick to keep me company. Looking back it was one of my happy day, after spending a bit part of my morning going through my tissue stock, she took me out for a lunch in a place we’ve always wanted to go to. We had good feed, and then we went out shopping for her table lamp. Again, remembering that we played hooky and didn’t do anything just because I broke up always manage to put a smile in my face.
Now, the ordeal hadn’t quite finish yet, just a few months before the break up we or rather I had made plan to move to Singapore to be near him, hence as part of the plan I had just tendered in my resignation a few weeks before the snot incidence. So then I had left me unemployed, unattached, and totally clueless as for what I should do. My ever dotting mum suggested that I should finally take the holiday which was actually last year’s birthday gift from my dad and I’ve never gotten around of doing. So, there I was planning for a holiday trip by myself as an extravagant wound balm. And my choice fell to an organized trip to the holy land, which compromise Israel, Egypt, and a tiny glimpse of Jordan. All is okay and good, but a few days prior of leaving I realize that the only under 50 in the group was me and… the tour guide. So there I was going on a 2 week trip with 20 grandpas and grandmas. Of course to be fair it was whole lot more fun than I expect, and I had a great time. Not to mention the funny things that happened, which I must write and let me assure you there were tons of them.
Me, being me finally decided to move to Singapore anyway. Then I reason to everyone and to myself that it would be a good career move, and that was the reason I’m doing it. But of course if I was to be brutally honest my motive of going was as much for my nonexistent career as for trying to win him back. Of course then I did not admit the second motive, which wasn’t the most brilliant motive, but we are talking about a girl who still keeps her baby towel and carry it to sleep for the last 26 years, so of course I cannot give up the guy I thought was ‘the one’ too easily. So I went to Singapore, and was kind of hoping for a nice reunion with my ex, hence of course I couldn’t help to be disappointed that when he picked me up he couldn’t wait to deposit me to my newfound flat and go home to his own place. I was rather upset that I couldn’t sleep, then decided to ring him early in the morning. He picked up the phone and very soon became irritated because I disturb his slumber. Mean things were exchanged, and then the phone was hanged up. Hmm, actually this bit wasn’t too comical except that of course now looking back, it was such a stupid thing to do, to cling to him like that I mean, not the moving out. I was such a shrinking violet that I cannot help smiling with a bit of shame looking back.
So, yeah that was my breaking up story, but don’t pity me (between you and me whenever I read about someone’s break up on their blogs I cannot help but to feel sad for them) because now I’m settling well in this new country. And even though it seemed that my second motive will never realize itself, my first motive realized itself quite well. Just within a month I secured a few job offers and soon I will be busied with my new job. And the fact that I can write about this in the hope of entertaining you, means that I have resign to accept that he wasn’t ‘the one’ and I guess I will just have to wait and see whether the next one that comes along will be ‘the one’.
