restarting

So today, I woke up at almost noon - 12 hours of sleep to be precise. Unheard of for myself. Medicated of course - but much needed. Anyway, life since graduation had been such a blah - a big nothing. I am trying so hard to restart but without much success. Two days ago, i worked out for the first time and that was good. But as you know, the first few steps are the hardest and my motivation level is at its driest. For inspiration, I bought a lip-gloss - the one below, in sugar plum. I have always hoped for a glossy, dewy lips but somehow lipsticks stick on me like drying up glue - I don't know why. They look just fine on Beyonce et.al, but the moment they touch my skin, a chemical reaction happen and they instantly turn into crayolas that they really are. Anyway, I proceeded to buy the shiny.licious gloss anyway and slathered it all over my lips for the next couple of days. Of course, it too, dried up after few hours causing me to reapply it like a herpes-simplex ointment.

I read a friend's blog today for inspiration - or to be sparked up by other people's articulateness and literacy - whatever. Anyway, this particular friend wrote that she had been reading books to death. Of course, I was instantly jealous and decided that I should be reading too. Heck, I used to read books instead of eat. So today, I will drag myself to the book store and check out Joan Didion and see what the fuss is all about. Apparently, she wrote this book under the most tragic circumstances - the sudden death of her husband and only daughter - one after another! This book should make me feel better about my world. After the book store, i will try to work-out because I really need to. The fat is clinging to me like I am its food necessitating prompt exorcism or else.... Then, I will return an overdue book to my school's library or they will hold my diploma. So here goes the day....

AHHHHH! FI-NA-LLY!!!

Yes, Yes, Yes!

Finally happened! Indeed, it ended! I graduated - I did, I did! If you can see me now - I am practically dancing on air. My family is happier still, believe me. See my husband smiling from ear to ear - yeah, he's relieved! He's perhaps thinking: at last, she's finally going to work for real. (He, he, - evil laugh from me).

Kidding aside though, I am quite stoked. The program was really intense and for a while then I was drowning in waves of self-doubt and statistics. But somehow, I survived 2 quarters of it - one of which was a daily 2 hour class 7 days a week for 8 weeks!!! I shiver just thinking back on it. This MPH program consumed me practically for a year - although I literally consumed almost everything as well - ngek! But I lived to tell. And I will, much more, next time.

My daughter, Mama, moi, Mimi.