grandideation

it is true. we are bound to be aimless at some point after you have marched out of the portals of your alma mater.right now i don’t even know what i feel.. mixed emotions? there’s no such thing. we should know better.. i should know better but oh well for some unexplained phenomena.. it has sinked in.. what am i to do? what is next?i am left to procrastinate for the rest of my summer.. thinking of god knows what.. but hell at least i’ll have a break.. for 3 consecutive summers.. i’ve been working my ass off just to catch up for the one semester sabatical that was not voluntary but mandatory..

the grand ideation blues..i mean post-grad trauma has finally set it.. there’s no regrets. i had fun. i had a superb time while in college..it was truly the worst and best of times…i actually feel lucky i had chosen my course instead of moping for not making it in the quota of the course i was supposed to take..

but right now, at this point, i’m no doubt overwhelmed by sadness. i know its not the end but instead a beginning.. but to hell with this cliche. it is the start of facing the problem of unemployment and the grim truth that i am of legal age therefore i am capable of doing crazy things like get married, and face the fact that i will be a tax payer once i get a decent job..

the truth does hurt. so here i am stuck with this lump in my throat.. i have to admit i am quite scared.. who isn’t?

grandideation

it is true. we are bound to be aimless at some point after you have marched out of the portals of your alma mater.right now i don’t even know what i feel.. mixed emotions? there’s no such thing. we should know better.. i should know better but oh well for some unexplained phenomena.. it has sinked in.. what am i to do? what is next?i am left to procrastinate for the rest of my summer.. thinking of god knows what.. but hell at least i’ll have a break.. for 3 consecutive summers.. i’ve been working my ass off just to catch up for the one semester sabatical that was not voluntary but mandatory.. the grand ideation blues..i mean post-grad trauma has finally set it.. there’s no regrets. i had fun. i had a superb time while in college..it was truly the worst and best of times…i actually feel lucky i had chosen my course instead of moping for not making it in the quota of the course i was supposed to take.. but right now, at this point, i’m no doubt overwhelmed by sadness. i know its not the end but instead a beginning.. but to hell with this cliche. it is the start of facing the problem of unemployment and the grim truth that i am of legal age therefore i am capable of doing crazy things like get married, and face the fact that i will be a tax payer once i get a decent job.. the truth does hurt. so here i am stuck with this lump in my throat.. i have to admit i am quite scared.. who isn’t?