when you're at your law-est times..

while some of my friends are celebrating as their names appear in the list of bar exam passers yesterday, i am here in my own desolate world, confined in the corners of my office cubicle and agonizingly encoding endless exchange of words from my bosses while my other hand struggles in piano-ing the cassette player keys.

i wonder when will be the day i would be wracking my brains for licensure exams. much to the capacity of my gray matter and the desire of my red pumping chest machine aches for professionalism, my dreamland-existing trust fund and aging human physique prevents me from attaining such. not to mention that i hardly finished three years of undergraduate college education at some prestigious university wasting my parents' time and money. i have nowhere to go but deeper down and no one to blame but my self for all the hapless and series of unfortunate events i have gone through.

this made me reminisce those times, 12years ago after graduating from high school ang having high hopes as Oble greeted me with loving arms. i succumbed to the weakness of schooling, i have almost every letter in my class cards instead of the usual numbers and if destiny be mocking me, the only number prevalent is 5.. a good number to slap my face with.

almost everyone who knew me, verbalized or left unsaid, had thought of me as a wasted genius. i once dreamed of going to law school, too, in my early quest of career pursuing. but as said, i had gone wondering more and wandering away from the fact that i should be able to finish a degree. and now, as another bar exam had passed me by, i wish yet again that i do not end up a lawless element...