Liar, Liar (Pants on Fireworks)
I remember, 4-5 years ago, watching this young, nifty lad on the TV in a red jersey running down the wing with his partially bleach-blond hair and not-too shabby looks, and asking my cousin: who is that? (I’ll admit, it wasn’t exactly the swift running that sparked my initial interest, hahaha).
And he said, Ronaldo, and I said, isn’t there already a Ronaldo. And he said yes, but this one is going to be better.
From that moment on, for completely unknown and not superficial reasons, I decided I wanted to watch football, support Manchester United and root for this pseudo-Ronaldo guy. And 5 years on, I’m still pretty amazed at how my random pick of favourite footballer turned out to be one of, if not the, best players in the world.
Now, one spectacular season, one speculative summer, one annoying season of whining and tantrums (okay, and a few nice goals), and a couple of convincing interviews about not leaving the club later, he’s going to leave the club. Liar.
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I remember, 4-5 years ago, looking at this guy my friend was talking to, in his dark blue singlet and possibly shades (this memory is a little fuzzy) at the CJ grandstand, and asking my friend: who is that?
And he said, ______, and I said oh.
From that moment on, for pretty much entirely superficial reasons, I decided to have a teeny-weeny little crush. (I know you don’t exactly decide these things but lets just give me a little bit of dignity here, eh.)
But many sneaky glances, several daydreams, one movie, a couple of strange but fun times and one slightly traumatic asking-out experience later, let’s just say at least I’ve learnt why, screw feminism, girls should never ask a guy out. Jerk.
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I think what I’m really saying is that cute guys tend to screw you over.
Juiced
Finally, my web media assignment is done, and the site is online (probably not for long)! The assignment was to design a website for an actual magazine, and I chose JUICE magazine. Its far from fully functional and I’ve only created a few pages, but go check it out and tell me how it goes.
You can view/test it out here: http://uts.universalfavourite.com.au/thu/enyi_cheryl/
See screenshots on my web media blog, Jjjunkie.
Check out Jjjunkie; mainly created for my Web Media module as a “progress blog”, but hopefully continued on as a site of (possibly only my own) interest. For now the posts will mainly cover issues on web design and sites, for obvious reasons, but I hope to expand to greater things some day. Like typography. Truly a great thing.
Fluke Fairies
In a week by which uncanny coincidences were superceded only by unending heaps of fun, visions of carousels and merry-go-rounds in my head have been spinning to the annoyingly happy tune of It’s A Small World (in increasingly higher pitches); and given that these crazy coincidences don’t seem to be relinquishing themselves any time soon, it seems neither will this song.
The aforementioned carousels weren’t conjured out of nowhere; I went to the Sydney Royal Easter Show on Thursday, and there were – among many other things – amusement rides there. I’m particularly enamoured by the flying carousel, pictured above, because its so magical and whimsical and pretty. But how’s this for whimsical: going to the Show with your church friends, and finding out another church friend was there at the exact same time because – wait for it – his friend, who was there with him, happened to snap a photo with all of you inside it by chance!
And how’s this for a cherry topping: your church friend’s friend, who was supposed to come to the Show as well but couldn’t make it in the end, turns out to be your friend whom you’ve known from judo for about 5 years now (except you didn’t know he was in Sydney until a few days later)!
After this, the small fact that that very same church friend’s other church friend in Singapore is your school course-mate in NTU doesn’t even turn an eyelid. Or was that a hair, either one.
But, as if the song was trying to justify the its lyrics not simply being It’s A Small Singapore instead, my browsing of a random classmate’s ‘progress blog’ for a Web Media module – and the first one I clicked, at that – led me to see this, which, quite literally made my jaw drop. Or at least my mouth open to an abnormally large size. Short version: the big happenstance hoo-ha is that the font he used for his header is my freaking font! Mind-blowing version: some guy in Sydney, who happens to be in my class, downloads the typeface that I designed, uses it for his assignment for this particular class, and I, happening to pick his blog to browse first, chance upon it. Hysteria, ensue.
So, I think we can all agree that if there’s one lesson we’ve learnt from all this, its that its not only a small world, but a small World Wide Web after all.
