Between "Sometimes" and "Mostly"

Let me start the year (in this sense I still feel like 2012 has just ended) by recounting the shameless things I have done while trudging my way through college.

I have mentioned before an organization I joined in during my freshman year. I auditioned out of impulse - some of the members were upperclassmen in my high school, and some are the first people I became friends with in college, so I thought I would somehow be "safe" there. It was a time when I thought I should be doing something different, that my daily routine should not be limited to a series of handling chemicals and measuring the volumes thereof.


To be honest, I thought it would be a stupid decision, considering how I was more of just an illustrator than an actual "designer" (I say this with scorn. I did not - perhaps still do not - know anything about fashion design except that frills never go with the color hot pink) but my delusions got ahead of me, and the next minute I found myself in a classroom "deconstructing" a t-shirt.

For the record, it was a deconstruction. The reconstruction part did not go so well.

Needless to say (at least to the people who know me in university) it has become sort of my "life" in the campus. Ask my course mates where I am and the most popular answer would be "sewing", which I do not actually do, but still appear to do anyway. No, I kid.

I do not know if this is a good thing or something my high school friends should be making a joke of, but I was fortunate enough to do a collaboration with a friend for a collection. There is enough content on my Facebook news feed that it nauseates me to revisit the details, but I am happy I got to do something while being not so successful in the academe (an entirely different story). No, I kid again. (In case my parents read this.)

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By the way, it has occurred to me, in a conversation I had with a friend yesterday, that I have not matured enough in my writing; which is why I am pummeling myself with books this month.