Slave.

I do not want to be a corporate slave. PERIOD.

It was the main reason why I didn't take up Accounting (even I got the best score out of all the other subjects I took in MUFY) after college. Mind you, I was once, damn good with Microsoft Excel.

But watching my mother slog with her digits and datelines and dad working late, with that same amount of effort put together (IF I EVER), I thought I could channel this into something greater while I make a name for myself in, naive as I am, the 'literary' world. I imagined myself living by my pen.

BUT NOW. I AM BEGINNING TO REGRET MY DECISION WHY DIDN'T I DO BUSINESS WHEN IT CAN GUARANTEE ME

• APRINANOTHERCOUNTRY
• ANEXCUSETOBUYCOLLAREDSHIRTANDAHIGHSLITPENCILSKIRT
• LOTSOFMONEY
• AHOTNERDYBOYFRIEND
• ORTWOHOTNERDYBOYFRIENDS
  
• HOTNERDYBOYFRIENDWHOWILLBERICHAFTERHEBECOMESACORPORATESLAVE.
• TEMPORARYBLINDNESSFROMWHATSWRONGWITHSOCIETY
• TEMPORARYBLINDNESSFROMPSYCHOANALYSIS.
• PERMANENTBLINDNESSFROMECCENTRICEUROPEANPHILOSOPHERS. :/
  

I was once driven, naive to believe I could do this all my life just to get a comment from my readers, which really at that time meant alot alot to me while I had my brains filled with teenage angst and the rules of the adult world that confused me. The satisfaction, acknowledgement, gaining acceptance and recognition from people I didn't know is indescribable.

No matter how stupid it might sound, I LOVED IT. It was something I craved for.

I enjoyed my course. Regardless of how abstract their theories might sound, or how long the word count can be, and how negative it is towards society at large, I enjoyed doing Communications.

If you push questions about money aside, and assume that the job market for us Comn students were widely available, I don't see myself doing any other course.

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That nagging feeling doesn't want to go away. :(