DWAK the blue guy

My 3D character homework! The images are not related to each other. Just trying out poses and different camera angles.

323i

I got to test drive this car today! The BMW 323i. Beautiful car. Fantastic road holding. Great handling. That delicious hum of a BMW engine. All sitting on gorgeous 17″ rims. But…

The steering wheel felt like I was steering a pile of bricks. I half expected the same insane response like with my dad’s 745i. But the 323i doesn’t come with active steering. And the issue with the brakes is constant with the brakes feeling like they are unable to cope with the car’s engine power. And the interior seems very bare and unfeeling.

BMW has a name for itself being a car of quality… But they really should looking after their buyers.

You Were a sellout but you couldn’t even do that right

Ahh… Title has nothing to do with the post. Just the song I’m feeding myself right now on this dreary Friday afternoon, sitting in my hall, wondering if I should venture out to eat or just skip another meal. I’ve been skipping lots of meals while in hall. I get lost in my work a lot and when I look up it’s again 2 hours past the time deemed normal for food consumption. So I turn my gaze back at those lovely vertices and bury myself in maya madness once again.

The past few days in hall have been… A whole lot busier than if I were to be at home. Every spare moment I find, I find with it an entire slew of things I can do. Like work on my private project. Or play the guitar. Or prepare for AGM. All this wouldn’t seem so apparent if I were draped over the furniture in my house like a deceased hairy caterpillar.

Yesterday was National Day. (say Yay.)

I haven’t watched the parade in the longest time. The past few years, National Day has been spent at Sara’s house, mulling about the house until it was time for the fireworks. Brilliant every time. But when I finally got to watch them again last night, I found myself quite bitter. Like an old person kinda bitter. Why did you have it at that tiny stage? Why are the audience so detached from the parade itself? Wouldn’t it have been better if it was still held at the national stadium where everyone was sitting around the stage? Where’s the feeling in this? Why the stage so small? Why the march past so small? Why do those people in the contingent get to wave at the president when they are supposed to be at attention? I suppose all these stem from the residue of NDP2002. Yes. 5 years ago. All this time of being picky at the parade and the marching contingent. Looking back, I don’t see what was so glamorous about my year either. I had a giant red sombero tucked in my belt for pete’s sake. How cool can that be?

Anyway, I’ve been trying to propagate my favorite National Day activity to as many people as possible. My favorite National Day activity must be taking public transport. Why, you might ask. This is simple. To soak in the rank aroma of patriotism. Once you get past the claustrophobic and crushing feeling of inevitable crushing, you will see the sea of red and white. The colors. The smiles. The faces of your fellow countrymen shoving you into the tiny crevice at the back of the bus. The air around you saturated with sweat and heat will dissipate into free, refreshing shots of “SINGAPORE I LOVE YOU” right to the noggin. And you will realize, wherever you go, you will never walk alone, you will always have a place you can run back to, there’s always home.

Either that or I had the oxygen cut off to my brain.

Hey, here’s a picture proving I don’t know how to wrap popiah properly. Instead, creating a giant inedible roll of massiveness.

ARGH… I’m going crazy in my room…

I spent most of last night in the 3D maya lab of ADM. A good 6 hours trying to figure out how to make the Targa files read its alpha channel right. Then more time cutting the pictures to size and saving them on whole new files. Then figuring out how to use the motion effects on AfterEffects. Then again poking about some designs for the video. By the time I got back to my room it was 6am and I just collapsed on my bed and snoozed till 930am. All the while my mind was churning with ideas for the video. Couldn’t sleep properly.

I might be getting hungry. But I’m too lazy to leave this room.

But I feel like McDonalds’ McWings…

OH THE CHOICE!!! IT’S KILLING ME!!!

I feel… -shrug- I don’t know what I feel. Jaded I guess. Yeah… Jaded…

My family has been asking me how I wanted to celebrate my birthday. It’s still a good 2 months or so away. Honestly, I don’t really mind if I celebrate my birthday or not. Or if I get anything this year. All I really want is to be happy. Really truly happy. To have all this doubt in my mind dashed away. To have all this pent up frustration taken away.

That and a new phone that won’t crash every couple of hours. Even a pair of cups and some string will work better than this.

I should go get some food.