In fifteen days I will be turning twenty-something again, added year to be more confused and chaotic whether I walked through the right or the wrong trail of my profession.
During my university days there were these dreams, imaginings and illusions that after a year from completion had better if I am established from a job I sought to have. Oh,
Two years ago, that feeling of wearing a toga leaves me wheezing as I felt I was winged to conquer the world. Those idealism and ambitions that dressed my whole being was a precious grit I certainly cannot grip. And that indescribable and unspeakable smile from my parents’ lips was a flash I will never forget.