This is going to...
» Written on June 22, 2008 at 11:57 PM «
I can tell.
Around 2 weeks ago, Father’s Day passed us by. The preceding Friday saw me patrolling the giant shithole that is also known as Sungei Gedong, unenviably assigned to perform the duties of a guard, aimlessly meandering around a military compound at the behest of mindless protocols.
Such is the life of a soldier.
I didn’t get anything for my dad this time, not even making one of my customary oops-I-forgot-here-let-me-cook-something-in-Photoshop-real-quick paintings as per my custom in advance. Why, you ask? Well, I could bullshit about being too tired to do one, too busy, too lazy, but truth be told, I just couldn’t find any inspiration about what to do at all.
A typical weeken...
» Written on June 9, 2008 at 11:43 PM «
Passes by yet again, rather uneventfully, if I might be so bold as to incline. In fact, the past few weekends have pretty much gone by in this manner, as if my life were slowly, but surely being drained of sorts by forces unknown, perhaps sinister.
Seriously, I was actually hoping to wrap up one of my projects this weekend and start on another, but somehow the enemy most of us have come to embrace as writer’s block (or rather artist’s block) has me fully encircled within its tendrils, and by the beard of Merlin! It will not let go.
I haven’t written as many updates as I would have liked, I suppose; it’s a combination of several things that have contributed to my reluctance towards putting my thoughts to hypertext; namely Team Fortress 2 and GRID, which has only just recently re-ignited my long unrequited love for going around hairpins, tire smoke caressing my unfortunate opponents.
I suppose the difference is lost on people who don’t really get racing games, though. I will say this, however; my weekend was not entirely without artistic benefit.
Cohesion
» Written on May 31, 2008 at 12:34 AM «
Is a word, a noun, usually used to indicate the meshing together of parts varied and distinct, indicating somehow that perhaps they are now intertwined, related together of sorts.
In this army, it refers to having a day off from mindless toil to spend some quality time together at locales exotic, in the vain hope that such resource-wasting events (14 bucks, to be exact; what a fucking rip-off) would somehow transcend our basic human instincts and allow us to give hugs.
In this case, our company NSFs (which basically mean conscripts) were directed towards the KBox located in Marina Square, at the very heart of our communist beloved island. Oh well. At least the trip there is miles shorter as compared to having to travel across the island just to get to my camp.
Vespoidae
» Written on May 26, 2008 at 11:24 PM «
Are hateful creatures. They buzz around with that annoyingly high-enough-to-drive-you-nuts yet low-enough-to-remain-entirely-audible frequency of theirs, pausing only to fill you with an inner dread of what their decidedly deadly appendage located on butts thereof can deliver in a single, deadly strike.
Yes, be it bees, hornets, wasps, or spiders (I stand by my belief that all ugly, deadly creatures really fall under the same umbrella of animals regardless of how many goddamn legs they have), they are nothing but constant menaces to our ways and whims of life, seeking to destroy all we have under their false pretenses at gathering honey. Or pollen, even.
Take, for instance, what I found on my floor last Sunday morning.
Vrooooom
» Written on May 25, 2008 at 9:50 PM «
Yes, the month of May has sadly been spent on beer and booze. Which are actually more or less sort of the same thing, come to think of it.
I’ve been working on something over the past month, and instead of hiding it behind veiled curtains until it inevitably dies off like I always do, today, I’ve decided to throw in something that should abate my singeing conscience for now. You should, in fact, be looking at it right now: it’s the post thumbnail of the day!
It’s my first time actually attempting to completely vector-ize something I’ve inked in pixels, and I’m finding that the effort required definitely isn’t as minor as I’ve once thought. Oh no.
The title of my post then, seems misleading, though. Vrooom, an onomatopoeia, is not generally associated with inks or vectors, is it?
Brothers in Alum...
» Written on April 13, 2008 at 2:21 PM «
I’ve actually managed to ascertain certain aspects of my new vocation in the army, and upon such relevations vast, I think that I can safely determine that, to a large extent, my new job will probably not have me dead from heart failure at the end of it. It may, however, leave me needing prosthetics for just about every organ in my sad excuse of bio-machinery that you might otherwise refer to as a body.
That was not really a joke, in case you were wondering.
My new job essentially entails me the responsibility of taking a 12 ton vehicle and putting it through its tracks hard enough to give even Fernando Alonso a run for his money.