Cry myself a river, locking myself up in my apartment (heng, ah! Living alone so no need to face others!), staring blankly out the window, then cry again when I see loving couples walking past downstairs, watch TV and cry again when the screen couples are dating or worse, making out.
And then, when I have cried up a river so large I need a dam to hold it all in, I'll call up my close friend(s) and talk talk talk talk talk.
And after that, I'll talk to anyone and everyone who'll listen.
BUT, if it really hurt me so much, I will just stick to talking about it with my close friends. Basically, the more it hurts, the less I'll talk about it or the more selective I will be over who I confide in.
I did odd things before too... like visiting the Botanical Gardens alone, sitting at the water's edge, staring at the water surface.
Or walking around Sentosa alone or just taking the monorail round and round and round the island... I used to spend hours in Van Kleef Aquarium but hmm... I guess now, if I suffer a breakup in Melbourne, there's the wonderful FishBowl in the Melbourne Aquarium where you can sit, be engulfed by the darkness and be lulled by the mesmerising music, and watch the large sea creatures swim around and around and around...
Oh well, I haven't had a relationship for a long time liao, which means, I have a Zero Probability for Breaking Up!