Time check: nil

Supposedly School's out and its time for cig and partey.


At 11.30am mon. I graduated from campus TP. And no, i am neither excited nor hype about it. In fact, its already three days since it happened, and i since yet to come face with this truth. Reality check: i am jobless. No aim, no goal no hope.


Bad enough no? And since the night of paper zero, I started the hormonal pill cycle- Which i intend to refer to as project M. Doc's a liar for telling me that side effects are below negative. Weak and hell, worst as hell. Mood : superduperultra negative.


My routine three days plan has been like that:
1) Breakfast making. Consume with what i call- SATISFACTION
2) Lunch with my sister my mother and her mother. 2/3 was at Tampines. Eat walk walk buy buy eat home.
buy: Groceries
3) Home with my tv and my laptop.
Wow basically thats all.


I had calls to go out .yes. I had plans to fulfill. yes.
But my body give in la cb. Either i am feeling really groggy or sleepy or i just feel plain nasty.
Yesterday while i was go for lunch, i feel a tinge of action from my ######. I checked and i was whooping excited to see that flushing red sign. I flipped and overwhelmed my guts with joy. OK pause right there.
THATS IT.
yes, that was it! Can you believe it? That joy was short lived. Nothing else continued after that. A dot of red sign?! A DOT?! Hey, who you kidding?! STUPID BODY STUPID UTERUS STUPID STUPID STUPID. Almost smashing my mood to crazy ice berg zero(Don't make sense i know). Please body, i have been a good good kid. I take my poppy pills and i try to stay happy but why! =(


Oh oh, groceries shopping has seemingly become my comfort hobby. Shop, buy, home, cook, eat and try to be happy.


Oh dear, i sounding plain negative don't i? Oh dear. Don't tell me its that period again. God no god no...
ADD:
I rejected Australia trip.
And i am still not quite hype about being jobless and aimless.


HAPPIER NOTE:
I am attempting on some stir fried cha soba tomorrow! WOOT.


SAD NOTE:
YET to think of the stupid famous character to be for prom.
YET to do something to my crazy hair.
YET to trim those crazy brows.
YET to feel really loved and happy.


EEEE.what kind of damn lame post is this. Crap.