New York Comic Con 2016

This was my very first time attending Comic Con. It was incredibly awesome! It’s a place where everyone comes together and dresses up as their favourite characters. Mark and I dressed up as Princess Jasmine and Aladdin, whereas my best friends dressed as Sailor Scouts.

We all met up at my apartment at 10am since I live the closest to the Javits Center. As soon as we left the apartment, eyes were all on us. Some did look quite confused and some even “reminded” us that it’s too early for Halloween, but numerous of bystanders wished us all a good time at New York Comic Con. (Keep up with the times, people!) On the train we already got some picture requests.

Once we’ve reached to the convention center. OH-EM-GEE.

It was heaven! Practically everyone were dressed up and some of them were LEGIT-looking costumes. It was amazing. There were a lot of Harley Quinns, Jokers, and Deadpools. Since we walked altogether to different areas, we kept getting out photos taken. It was such an amazing feeling. The part I loved the most is where the kids would run up to me calling “Princess Jasmine!” Also, some book stalls ask for pictures with their art version of Princess Jasmine! It was fun to be in-character and act like a princess for a day. Smiling, waving and posing with my dear Aladdin. It was so worth going and putting such effort into our costumes. Will definitely go every year onwards!

 

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What was I thinking?

What was I thinking..

To be saving up for 2 years with full time jobs that had impossible grave yard shifts.

What was I thinking..

To be arranging two of my friends as roommates in New York City

What was I thinking..

To be moving into a city, hoping that things will go according to plan

What was I thinking..

To be financially stable on my own and assuring my parents that I don’t need their financial help

What was I thinking..

To be full time in both school and work

What was I thinking..

To be ordering from seamless every now and then but swore to cook

But.

I did it anyway. I’m still surviving, striving, and smiling. I feel more independent and confident from each decision I made. Surround yourself with positive energy, they’ll guide you through it.

Just take it one step at a time.

CX831 – Five minutes until take off

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

Success is a simple measurement of the commitment, sacrifice & pain one endures to achieve a dream.

-Anonymous

Panting. Grabbing onto my backpack and running around the departure area,           trying to find GATE 17.

Boarded. Finding my seat. Oh, there at the front row by the window at the economy section.

I was excited and anxious for the whole new journey that was awaiting for me. While I try to make myself comfortable, I fiddled with my surroundings like a child- clicking the light button repeatedly, playing with the cigarette ashtray only to find pieces of dried gum inside. I knew it was going to be a while until I find myself on a plane again.

Five minutes before lift off.

Passengers adjusting into their seats. The sounds of storage compartments clicking, weights of their heavy carry ons, flight attendants helping with a hush tone and passengers’ bickering that filled the limited air were slowly dying down.

Four minutes left.

I am on a non-stop plane from Hong Kong to New York. (That’s 15 hours) As my mind rambles on it’s own, it slowly hits me who and what I’m leaving behind. Home. Geez, I’ll miss the apartment my family and I have lived in for the past 18 years, especially my bedroom. I will miss the sweet subtle perfume my mother always wear. The worn out leather jackets my father loves to collect. I felt queasy as the “soon-to-be-homesick” thoughts ran through my mind.

Three minutes.

I pulled out my backpack that was securely stored underneath my seat, took my childhood pillow out, and held it as tightly as I could. The seatbelt sign lit up with a ding sound, the lights dimmed as the safety video played. The airplane was starting to move on the runway.

Two minutes.

I embraced the pillow, clenching it tightly. Quick flashbacks of home filled my mind: my parents, my brother, best friends, and just all of “home”. I remembered the big farewell surprise party they organised for my 18th birthday, first drinks, first job – all the memories, tears, and laughter.

One minute.

I inhaled and exhaled again. The entire aircraft was trembling. The growing growling sound of the engines made my heart beat faster. The only images in my head were the last farewells at the airport from my family and friends. My eyes were fairly swollen from tearing up when they announced the last call for GATE 17 departure. I have said my goodbyes. Now the plane is angling at about 15 degree.

Lift off.

My chest sunk for a split second. I slowly opened my eyes with tears streaming down my cheeks. I looked out of the window and saw the Hong Kong islands below me. I whispered once again, “goodbye.” Inhale, exhale.

This was originally written on her moleskine book in 2012.