"Welcome to my super sweet sixteen."

*Edit*
What the hell happened to my font??

Please finish reading the entry,
Before asking what the hell is with the title.

Sometimes I really feel sorry for myself.
I really do.
Everyone who went to university got a decent,
If not excellent job after graduating.
Except me.

I've finally come to the realization,
That I'll never be able to land a real job.
And all my fantasies and daydreams about the future,
Of chilling out in the ultimate bachelor pad,
(My very own bachelor pad)
Looking fly in the freshest gear...
Poof!
All gone in a flash.

I'm not sure if it has anything to do with my gender dysphoria.
I'm not sure if blaming the situation on it,
Will make me feel better.
Or make me feel worse.

I don't know man.

I'm in a daze, you know?

I missed my T shot yesterday,
Because I woke up late,
And arrived at the clinic a few minutes after Dr Tsoi had left.
Bah.

It's just a small matter,
But I got very upset and cranky about missing it.
I guess it's a psychological thing.

That means I had to wake up super early,
To get my shot today.
Because I have to report for my first day of work later.

All thanks,
To some reader's words of encouragement last month,
I've decided to give the sales line another shot.
Actually I'm too lazy,
(And too discouraged)
To find anything better.
So I accepted the first job offer,
After going half-heartedly for an interview.

Ha.
I have to wear a uniform this time.
I was so upset the whole day,
Because nobody told me that I have to wear 3/4 pants.
What the *&$#??
3/4 pants?
Who the *&$# wears 3/4 pants?
Make that, 3/4 denim pants.

Eurgh.
And because they didn't tell me,
I wore normal crew socks with my dunks.
Which made me look even more idiotic,
When I wore the *&$#ing ugly 3/4 pants.

The t-shirts they gave me were alright.
I wouldn't buy them,
But I'll wear them if they're free.

To bed.

Kidding lah.
The t-shirts are fine.
Hate the pants though.

Later I did a quick calculation,
And realized that the 3 t-shirts,
And 2 pairs of fugly 3/4s that they gave me.
Totalled up to an amount,
That's less than what I paid for my new t-shirt,
Which I wore to work today.

I'm such an asshole.
Since I will be earning peanuts for the rest of my life,
I should learn to become El Cheapo instead.

I felt so sian,
I decided to get a haircut at the barbershop in the mall,
During my dinner break.

Yep.
It's goodbye to Operation Cabrera.
(See previous entry)

As I was fishing out for a ten-dollar note to pay the guy,
He asked,
"So you secondary school or what?"

*&$#.
Since when did I look sixteen?
Must be the *&$#ing 3/4s!

Later,
I was serving a customer,
Who was planning to get some shirts for his son.

"How old is your son, sir?"

"The same as you."

"And how would you know my age, sir?"

"You're sixteen right?"

-_-