Find an immature boyfriend.
Get drunk and pick a fight with the immature boyfriend who got you drunk in the first place.
Then, cry your heart out. Don't eat. Sulk.
Then, just go to work.
Find more work.
Blog about your emo sh*ts in life.
Impose "No Rice Policy" except when there is Jollibee.
|I bough this dress from a thrift shop last year, that time I couldn't fit in the dress. I told myself that it would be my dress for my graduation in Grad School 2 years from then.|