See, ever since I was little, I've always had this innate fondness for the beautiful. Beautiful things, beautiful places, beautiful people. At an early age, I would flip magazine pages, and admire beautiful women. It turned out that I loved makeup. I remember when I was in Grade 5, I would ask my yaya to buy me makeup since my mom didn't allow me to buy one for myself. As I grew up, my fondness for cosmetics grew fonder, and fonder - I would sign up for the makeup committee of productions, offer to apply my friends' makeup, and self-experiment with it. I became knowledgeable not only with makeup, but also with various beauty products. Some people might call me vain, or maarte, but that's just me - in love with vanity.
Now, I have been thinking on signing up on a Certificate class on makeup artistry. Makeup artist? Yes. I've always dreamed of being one, given my passion. I am so anxious to sign up, but given my work schedule, this is such a hard thing to discuss with my parents, given that I work for the family business. Thing is, I don't really want this vain side of me die as I grow up. I want to pursue it, alongside with my budding beauty business that I so want to make big one day. If there were no obligations on my part, I would have happily packed my bags, went to the US and studied makeup. I think that would be my nirvana.
My problem right now is
1. How to tell them
2. How to squeeze in the schedule ( night class )
3. Make the driver do overtime for two months ( I bet he'd be happy! Haha! )
4. Get some time of to focus on this while maintaining a productive, and efficient attitude in my workplace.
Sigh, I wish I had ten pairs of hands. One for applying foundation, another one for applying concealer, lipstick ( hahahaha! )
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