Some of my batch mates started working one month after our graduation and I was like, seriously? You already! Ha ha ha. Hello, batchmates. *insert peace sign here* But nah, seriously. When I graduated, my Mom asked me when do I plan to work and I told her that I might take a few months to rest then find out where I'll get from there. BUT I don't want to work yet. Not that early. Not this early. I am glad that my parents aren't pressuring me to work as soon as I can and I love how they tolerate my "bum-ness". Ha ha ha. Honestly, whenever I receive phone calls from various companies and I tell it to them, they're like, "Wag mo muna puntahan. Wag ka magmadali. Pahinga ka muna." Yes, I have the best parents. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. But I think they're like that because:
1. When I start working, I cannot have
2. My time will be divided because work requires me to be in the office
3. It will be the start of me being a grown up. I am not Mommy and Daddy's
As I open the first page of this new chapter, I looked back on how my college life had been and I will always miss it. I will always want to go back from those times when we feel like we are careless kids running around because we are having too much fun to care for the world.
But I guess, this is it. This is life. This is the real world. I will not be labeled as
Maica