I'm in a plane to Singapore right now. Boarding was delayed an hour because the plane arrived late, and now the flight's been delayed another hour because JFK utilises a single runway or something, and we're about 40 planes away from being able to take off.

It's the first time I will have been back in 2.5 years. I am so curious as to how it's changed. What percentage of it is shopping mall? Is the food more expensive? Is the weather still oppressive? Are the people as kiasu as ever?

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

Singapore will always have a corner in my heart. But New York is my home.

Tonight was the ComD Halloween party! Ana, Thomas, and I worked in Imaging until 5, where we helped Puja set up the photoshoot room. I spent 3 to 4 hours duct-taping layers of pages together from 4 old books I bought from the Strand (total: $11+).

The result:


I won Most Beautiful Costume!
Ana, Laura, and Ben did this. That is the genuine PMS colour for pumpkin hahahaah.

My Junior Survey was today, and it was awesomeeeee!!!! My critique:

• Excellent presentation
• Your enthusiasm really comes through your work (Gerbs said this :)
• Drawing the infographics on the people for the crime booklet was a great idea. But in the case of a real campaign, you should rethink the crops and angles and drawings.
• Synthesizer as a package was good idea. One of the better ones we've seen so far
• The "Capital" and "1" parts of your Capital 1 logo aren't balanced because of the colour contrast. The black of the "Capital" stands out really well, but the yellow circle isn't as vibrant.
• I Like the AIG logo—how the letters look like they're falling into each other. It's not constrained by shape in a box. Be careful with the typeface though. It makes it look too much like the AIGA.

And then, as Cecilia, the ComD Assistant Chair, escorted me to the door, she asked me if I wanted a job. :DDDDDDDDDDD

I bumped into Shamir outside Steuben afterward, and he suggested that I make the "Capital" smaller or lighter. "Smaller than the circle?! Will that fit?!" Apparently so! I shall try it upon my return from London. He also remarked that he had commented the same thing all those months ago lol. I vaguely remember him doing so, but I must not have paid it much attention at the time -.- Silly ChiaLynn.

Yesterday, Cody the Parcels intern asked for my number lol. He had tried sneakily once before, 'cause I'd left a file there for printing so I wouldn't be late for class. He texted Emma during Digital Dialogues asking for my number under the pretense of telling me that whatever I was printing was done, and Emma wrote me a note on a scrap of paper during the lecture, like genuine note-passing in school! I don't remember the last time I participated in that :) But I was extra-sneaky and just showed up at Parcels after class to get my print. :P
But anyway. He waited till Thomas and the blonde lady were off doing other stuff, and said something like, "Yeah, I waited till the other two were gone so they wouldn't hear, but can I have your number?" And I was all, "Uhhhh I don't think that's a good idea, seeing as I'm transferring schools in like 2 months." He played it cool-ish, changing the subject to how I have to enter another new school all over again.

I have to remember to try the all-encompassing rebuff Adam suggested I start using: You're not my type!

Etiquetas: boys

So I just read a few posts on my first blog ever. I was 12, and kind of an asinine idiot -_-'''''' It's really a wonder I turned out the way I did... from how I was before. Like, I wouldn't be friends with my twelve-year-old self! I seriously cringed several times. I'm totally experiencing cognitive dissonance right now, because I like myself, but young me was a total noob! I suppose that's the (arguably) wonderful thing about blogs: they act as a record of your emotional growth. Your thoughts and personality, forever preserved for your private consumption (and mortification). Maybe in another 7 years, I'll stumble upon this blog and snort at my 19 year old self :P

...Also, why does my 15 year old self sound so happy? -.-'

Today I sat next to Hipster Hitler, who said my outfit was pretty (what outfit?). During JGreg's long lecture on 20th century art, I wrote "poop" on his hand. A few slides later, I drew an accompanying illustration. How can you ask someone if she "wants to go out some time" and just never follow them up with an actual date proposal?!? The answer to that query is "if you're leaving for MICA in a month." :c I am disappoint.

Etiquetas: boys

Something odd just happened. I was going home after a day out with Valmond, Adrian and Chris, and halfway down the shady old path from the JE bus interchange to the main road, this skinny boy with spiky orange hair in a dark blue t-shirt, berms and shoes came up from behind me (out of freaking NOWHERE) and:

boy: Excuse me, can I have your number?
me: ...... *makes what?! face*
boy: 'Cause I think you're pretty and...
me: Um... the thing is... I don't live in Singapore anymore.
boy: Are you Singaporean?
me: Yeah, but I go to school... overseas.
boy: Where?
me: America. The States. Delaware.
boy: Oh. And you're leaving soon?
me: Yeah, in a few weeks.
boy: Oh. Well can I be friends with you on facebook then? or get your email?
me: ....
boy: I'm not trying to stalk you or anything, but... maybe we could...
me: Uhhh... Fshhhhh... Nahh. I'm sorry, but... No.

I feel strangely validated. :3 (and that was half a jaykay)

Etiquetas: boys