revelation

you realise how much time you've spent designing and then redesigning the arts faculty shirt when you watch tv to relax and find yourself recognising the name of the font used for the credits. and that's 'typewriter new roman' to you, thank you very much. who even knows font names?! well, thanks to hours of trying to find the perfect one online, hours punctuated by "FREE SMILEYS! THEY'RE FREE!" pop ups on every page, i now do. i think the whole thing has been a lesson in designer ethics. slaving over something you really like, and then asking rhetorically for feedback and receiving turrents of unwelcomed helpful but stress-inducing ideas. and then having to go through those ideas and try to make changes while not sucumbing to a design i will later throw into the deepest dungeon of my closet. ultimately, selective hearing is the best way to go. 'more grunge'? what grunge? oh, grunge means angsty right? rrrright.. what did you say again? oh sorry im busy now i'll talk to you next week when i've already sent the design in.

no la the ideas were good really. i was just a bit deflated upon being reminded that yes, there are guys in the arts faculty that care if you put anything resembling a flower on their shirt or if you, say, suggest printing the design on a purple tee. oops.

i was most horrified that the dandelion seed in the original design was not recognised by most people. "eh? how come you put that hari raya thing on the shirt?". dandelion, people, its a dandelion. im not being festive okay.

on another note, angela would not make a good spy partner. we were trying to hide behind the black cloth cloaking the walls in the container classroom, and she (1) stepped on a noisy plastic thing while "sneaking around" (2) itchy-finger go and fiddle with the faulty spotlight wire so that the light that had been off turned on and mr tang commented "huh? how come the light came on?" doh!