Bad turn Good

During the break of my SHP class this Saturday, i went up to the eleventh floor to get some skittles because I NEEDED the sugar. I inserted a dollar into the vending machine and then the steel ring thing starts turning. But it stopped. The pack of skittles was stuck. Obviously I was thinking "OH no this is NOT happening to me." But all of a sudden, the thing started turning again! So my skittle successfully fell down. BUT this is NOT where the story ends. The steel ring thing continued to move, and then one of the 3 musketeers that were stacked behind the Skittles fell down too!!! So I got two packs of candy/chocolate with just a dollar!!! MWAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAH!

Got sauced by registration rules.

Today I suddenly realized that I can vote after Ben asked me whether I'm going to vote in the upcoming gubernatorial election. I got so excited that I printed out articles about Corzine and Christie and all so that I can be somewhat "informed" voter. But then, I found out that I have to register 21 days before an election to be eligible to vote. FML

John Lee Incident.

I have to admit that in newspaper I'm quite bossy and controlling; that's probably why I can't work with John Lee, ever--because he is so much like how I am.

Yesterday he asked me to do the layout for his page, I accepted. Well, because, frankly speaking, his aesthetic sense in layout did not impressed me much last year. I rather do it myself. Today we ran into a problem with a long comic (a vertical column strip). The comic was very detailed and look very impressive so I don't want to risk the quality by over stretching it although it would look much nicer if it's really big (maybe). I admit that I'm not too sure with how much exactly can a picture be stretched so I try to go with the comic's dimension as displayed in photoshop (6in) and try not to stretch it beyond 6 in long. John Lee, on the other hand, seems to have some unusual faith in the resolution of this particular jpeg image and believed that we can stretch it to fit almost the entire length of the tabloid paper without losing quality. I told him that I'm not going to do it because the artist spent A LOT of time on this I don't want to ruin it. His response was:
"hmm...ok. Can I change it then [after I do my layout]? I think I'm going to change it."

At this point I exploded and yelled at him. The underlying text is obviously "ok do whatever you want but I'm going to change it based on my opinion at the end anyway."

How am I supposed to continue working on this particular page if the editor implies that he's going to undermine my work anyway at the end? I was giving my "professional" opinion because HE ASKED me to do his page. I assumed that he gave me trust--and I was pretty surprised. But obviously he did not give me ANY trust. All he showed was skepticism and distrust. I can see how I'm trying to have things my way too, aka being a control freak, but I just don't understand how he can be so obnoxious like this.

Finally. Now I'm going to put this behind me.

Sports Photography. Ugh.

Sports photography...........is hard. This is what I've learned tonight.



Well, everything takes practice. I guess.



This is probably the best volleyball pic I took but the thing is that the girl belongs to the other team. :( fml

chatty Chinese

Prior to today I had always thought that Asian girls are usually shy, timid, and even if they are the loquacious type they won't be obnoxiously loquacious. But today this really chatty, in a negative way, Chinese girl who sat next to me in chorus and tortured my ears with her squeaky high register that was completely intolerable talked to me in the cafeteria, and the first thing she said was: "are you Chinese?...(blah blah blah blah blah...she's very talkative)" And I said yes. "OH I wasn't sure but I was like you must be Chinese...(blah blah blah blah)." I smiled awkwardly. "Are you a senior? 12th grade?"

Yeah.

"What school are you applying to?" She actually said it in Chinese.

WTF? Why do you care? Do I even know you? =_= I told her Barnard...but it just got really awkward so I left as fast as I could once I got my sandwich.