It's nothing like in the movies. By the way, what is it like in the movies? How do those people move on and snug up to a next partner faster than I can snap my fingers? I believe I've put myself through enough to earn a i-sure-can-do-the-darndest-thing award:

* Emptying a tub of dark chocolate gelato
* Popping a handful of Skittles, Mentos and Walters once every minute (I officially hate sweets now)
* Stuffing myself silly every breakfast lunch and dinner
* Setting a record high of calories within a day with chocolate cakes, egg tarts, pastry, sweet desserts, Coke and I forgot what else
* Guzzling bottles of Heineken (My tastebuds are going numb for the next few days)
* Blasting my ears with Def Lappard
* Counting the number of emails residing in my Gmail inbox (922!) and recounting
* Counting the number of dashes on the dotted lines in a detailed to-scale exhibition booth floor plan (apparently a lot)
* Running around my estate like a mad roadrunner
* Laughing out loud every time Jon Steward speaks (Funny or not, doesn't matter)
* Saying yes to take over a colleague's second-hand YSL Muse for over a thousand bucks (I seriously need to retract that)
* Leaning back on my chair and thinking about my next ridiculous move

Oh maybe there's one thing I haven't done - filling my bloodstream with caffeine. But I shouldn't drag the love of my life into this; I don't want to end up hating coffee for the rest of my days.

So gimme a few more days. I believe I'm good at this 'moving on' thingy. This whatever is gonna wear off very soon.