It finally happened! And while I'm crying my eyes out (in the office, no less! Thank goodness my immediate supervisor is on leave) trying to get over the fact that I've become the dumpee (as again) instead of the dumper, I am also simultaneously trying to get some reports churned out. Yes, I'm multi-tasking, blogging, working, crying, checking mails, rushing documents for clients all at the same time. Not a good idea if I wish to remain gainfully employed, but I'll start imagining things if I don't occupy my mind.
Much as I wanted to sleep last night (or this morning), I was crying too much to get to sleep. I started taking out Da Vinci Code to read. One of the best books I've read last year. I could not even get past a page without my mind conjuring up images and I just could not get rid of them no matter how I tried. So I started clearing my wardrobe, sorting out all my clothes, got rid of some, changed my mind, put them back, got rid of others, changed my mind, put them back again. After an hour, my wardrobe was still as full as ever.
Then I decided to watch DVDs. I went to the living room and settled down onto a couch, but my dad suddenly appeared and asked me what I was still doing up. (Good question, what was he still doing up then in that case?) Not willing to let him bombard me with questions should he see my tear-stained face, I just went back to my room and started reading again, this time my collection of Archie comic books. But even their slapstick humour could not make me smirk, so I gave up and just buried my face into my pillow and cried until I dozed off.
My alarm clocks (yes I have 2 to wake me up) chimed at 7:30am. I woke up with a jump and was still feeling so blue that I was contemplating taking MC for the day, especially since I saw how swollen my eyes were. But I figured better to go to work to occupy myself rather than rotting at home and letting my mind idle. So I made sure I'm heavily concealed (as in lots of concealer to get rid of my eyebags and counter the swollen eyes) and made up before leaving my house.
Thus, here I am, trying to juggle so many things at the same time. Imagine in just 24 hours, my life could have such a drastic change.
Much as I wanted to sleep last night (or this morning), I was crying too much to get to sleep. I started taking out Da Vinci Code to read. One of the best books I've read last year. I could not even get past a page without my mind conjuring up images and I just could not get rid of them no matter how I tried. So I started clearing my wardrobe, sorting out all my clothes, got rid of some, changed my mind, put them back, got rid of others, changed my mind, put them back again. After an hour, my wardrobe was still as full as ever.
Then I decided to watch DVDs. I went to the living room and settled down onto a couch, but my dad suddenly appeared and asked me what I was still doing up. (Good question, what was he still doing up then in that case?) Not willing to let him bombard me with questions should he see my tear-stained face, I just went back to my room and started reading again, this time my collection of Archie comic books. But even their slapstick humour could not make me smirk, so I gave up and just buried my face into my pillow and cried until I dozed off.
My alarm clocks (yes I have 2 to wake me up) chimed at 7:30am. I woke up with a jump and was still feeling so blue that I was contemplating taking MC for the day, especially since I saw how swollen my eyes were. But I figured better to go to work to occupy myself rather than rotting at home and letting my mind idle. So I made sure I'm heavily concealed (as in lots of concealer to get rid of my eyebags and counter the swollen eyes) and made up before leaving my house.
Thus, here I am, trying to juggle so many things at the same time. Imagine in just 24 hours, my life could have such a drastic change.