The Land of Crimson Dreams

crazytesuka

I think my mom wants me to shift.

Haha, that's a first.

Q: After pondering on and raving about the idea since, well, when I was a freshman, what's so different about this time?

A: The following signs:

1) I'm failing my second take of Math 54. - Big deal, a lot of people failed more times than me. But the really odd and irritating thing is, unless I pass my removals math tomorrow, my adviser Mr. Eyes, will not give me THE most important major subject that I certainly must take every sem to keep on going: design. Bloody annoying. And it's not even a prerequisite!!!!

2) I'm taking an OJT for ID students. - okay... it was just pure luck. A friend asked if I wanted a job, and ever-money-lovin'-me accepted. The job just happened to be a cadd plotter for a small ID firm. Though the pay is low, I'm enjoying it (so far). Well, at least THIS employer pays. *huff*

3) My mom actually wants me to shift. - so here's the scoop: I was eating lunch with my mom when she asked how my enrollment was going. Not wanting to worry her, I told her it was fine (which is really quite the opposite). Then she launched into this story about her friend finally getting a condo unit that she coveted for a decade and finally got to the "if it is meant for you, you'll get it" speech. I was shocked. It was like she was reading my mind at that particular moment. Hesitantly, I confided my math troubles and enrollment woes, and when I got to the point where I said that I'm actually considering shifting to Interior Design, her eyes SPARKLED.

I mean, really SPARKLED. Like the ones in cartoons where a flash of light suddenly reflects on the character's eyes and shines in a thousand directions. It was really freaky.

Then she was suddenly saying about her giving me her beloved furniture business and how ID's making a whole lot of money these days and how practical it is, etc. etc. etc. I could only nod in... awe? stupefaction? Daze? Surprise, definitely. Just made me realize that she really wanted to do that her whole life but she wasn't able to formally study it... and now that she has the means, she thinks she's too old. When I mentioned that I was actually thinking about it, she was so delighted about the whole idea that I almost shouted, "I'll shift!!!" right then and there. A lot of revelations in that conversation. Haha.

To add to that, just few minutes ago, my dad wished me good luck in my studies for my removals tomorrow. And my mom? "Huwag ka nang mag-aral. Just let it be!"

HUWWWAAAT??? Is that you mom???? Hahaha. Totally funny. I just shook my head, smiled and said, "You just don't want me to pass because you want me to shift!"

She just SMILED with that SPARKLE in her eye.

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Well, as of now, I shall not give up on math and will continue studying. At least I'll truly have a choice, right? :D And okay, okay... my pride, my pride. Haha.

crazytesuka

I've always had this problem of opening up and sharing my private life in the internet - the main reason why I don't write in this blog that much. Too little privacy. So why the hell do I even bother maintaining a blog?!

To write, to write.

I've resolved to write my observations and maybe even some significant experiences in this journal. I need to practice writing, especially this semester. To be a good writer, one must be a good observer and be able to encapsulate (*bwahahahaha! what a word) her ideas in clear, neat sentences.

So. Let's start with this:

I'm attracted to a certain kind of smell. The scent is rather sweet and musky at the same time, and not overpowering like most men's cologne. Whenever I smell it, my eyelids tend to flicker and my nose lifts up in a deep, satisfied inhale. I think there's a plot being executed around UP where guys are ambushed and sprayed with this certain brand of cologne/ perfume because there isn't a day these past few weeks when I haven't experienced that rubbery-knee-feeling that comes with it. I guess it helps that the guys who wear that scent are usually pretty darn cute... or maybe that was the smell working its seductive charm on me.

The cologne must be a famous, common brand then, if I couldn't escape its clutches. Though it is very tempting, I couldn't very well ask a stranger what brand of cologne he is wearing, could I? I do have my pride (too much of it). I'll just have to resort to figuring it out in an underhanded way. Do guys bring their bottle of cologne in their bags? Maybe I should search what brands were introduced locally last second semester (around the time when I first smelled it). Or maybe I should eavesdrop on their kikaykit conversations... do guys even talk about what brand of cologne they're wearing?

guy 1: pare, ang bango mo. Anong yang pabango mo?

guy 2: **** yan. Okay diba? Gusto mong subukan, pare?

guy 1: Sige, pa-spray. *sprays some cologne on him* Grabe, ang bango nga nito pare. San mo binili?

guy 2: Sa **** lang. Okay diba? Nakaka-in love nga eh.

*silence*

HAHA. And it's up to you to figure out what happened next. And it will be up to my wily charms to figure out that mind-boggling smell that plagues me. Like a hound on a scent, I am. Let the investigation begin!