Mikoishi Studios
It’s not a name that conjures up images of fun, laughter or days upon days of staring at 2 computer monitors, sometimes covered with pages of text, sometimes lists of sprites and even artwork. It’s not a name that seems capable of evoking an entire spectrum of emotions, ranging from elation, to amusement and inevitably, frustration. It sounds, well insipid, almost as if it was conceived as an afterthought, without having any real meaning or depth.
It’s also where I’ve been working (well, interning) at, as a junior artist/programmer for the past 7(8?) months. And today was my last day at what has possibly been the best work environment I’ve ever encountered in my life.
Ok, maybe I am d...
But who says dying means the end of all things? As Left4Dead proves, this is not the case.
In truth, I’ve been playing a little too much, eating a little too often, running and exercising too little, and it’s resulted in predictable changes in my lifestyle: I’m now a slob.
A slob who may still be playing Team Fortress 2 and more recently, Left4Dead with reckless abandon, but still a slob. I’d normally make the obligatory ‘content’ post which would mostly comprise of several photographs taken recently, but I’ve come to realize that it’s a wasted endeavour, seeing as it’d be much more productive to post them on forums or elsewhere and actually get some constructive feedback, rather than enshrine them on some meaningless server for all time.
I’m not de...
So I was actually planning to make this post quite a while back, but other matters contrived to get in my way, namely the matter of my Bionix course, which was supposed to have lasted another 2 – 3 weeks. Instead, it is now, as you say, cut short thanks to my meticulous planning, which (for obvious reasons) I shall not go into detail here.
Suffice to say, I’m out of the course, and the past 2 weeks back at my former depot have been, well, normal, I guess. What else is there to say?
I already posted a few of my initial grabs on Flickr, if you’ve actually kept up with this. I’m personally disappointed with most of the things I did during the race, especially with regard to my preparation (my battery actually died out on the second night, what the fuck) and my lack of enthusiasm with regard to thinking up new techniques (especially after a couple of hours) but overall I think I managed to get a pretty decent collection of photos to demonstrate my prowness at panning.
Kicks, punches a...
These three things have more in common than most people could possibly hope to ever imagine.
That’s not saying much, of course, considering most peoples’ imagination could be compared to that of a black hole. Thank goodness that there are some of us left who do not suffer this disability, this disease that seems to be spreading around the artistic community these days, showing itself to be most prevalent within the Singapore army.
Yes, that was a terribly random statement. That does not make it any less false.
Anyway, I’ve neglected to update as of recent times, owing to the fact that I’ve been working on a couple of projects, some of which are still currently undergoing (I’m quite the busy man here, ain’t I?), some of which have been ongoing since the beginning of time and probably won’t be finished even when the end rolls around and one project which is finally nearing completion.
Marathons
Are things that most people usually take as a sign of achievement, that show the true perseverance of the human spirit. It speaks volumes of a person’s character and determination when he or she completes such a feat, bettered only, perhaps, by running faster.
To me, it speaks of the ability to run/jog/walk a long distance. Just that, nothing more. For what else does it signify, really? It’s a fucking marathon, not a judge imperious, watching over your every step and making a assertion of your traits.
Whatever the perceptions (mine or others), the 21 kilometre Army Half-Marathon event took place earlier today, the gruelling run being started at around 6.30 a.m., which, in Army Time™ means that I had to report at the fall-in area at 5.30 a.m..
National Day
Is viewed as a annual culmination of our country’s efforts to bind us Singaporeans together, reminding us all that we are but a community, a hive mind desperate to avoid any form of internal strife, whatever the cost. We work together for the progress of our nation, toiling to bring Her the grain and earth that She needs to expand Her influence over the rest of the universe.
At least, you’d probably think that way if you’ve been listening to half the crap that comes out from all avenues of our life around this time of year.
This year’s National Day celebrations took place at the Marina Bay floating platform, right next to the ubiquitous Benjamin Shears Bridge that links our city hub to the residences of the East.