the irony of doing a practicum manuscript is the fact that it is much easier than all other academic paper requirements that drains not just your creative juices, but every drop of pride and wit in your system.
days passed like the fast flipping empty pages of my supposed-to-be manuscript. the nearly tangible graduation dream is slowly melting back to its dream form. i just had a dreamy day.
i thought i heard my father speak gibberish after eating a couple of fried fish. i was busy organizing my thoughts when words like migration, palawan trip and law school emerged from the pool of verbal chaos.
my father insisted that i go to law school immediately after graduation. yes, i still have the i wanna be a lawyer someday dream, but it is not sufficient reason enough for me to pursue law after graduation. i am not ready. in the first place, i still have qualms of whether i should graduate on time or not; and now law school? come on. my father must not have realized the weight of studying law. my plan is to rest for a month and then work in an events company or ad agency then invest enough money for my future plans.
migration? i thought i just erased that from my dictionary? darn.
why, the word just made a comeback!