So I got a few of my Gundam books back from a friend - namely an instruction book on advanced modeling techniques and an issue of Dengeki Hobby that has the same stuff. Also picked up another model to join the thirty or so others inside my closet - the HGUC Unicorn Gundam. It's the all-white unicorn-mode version, so it should be an excellent re-entry point into the Gundam hobby for me. Currently, I'm setting up the work bench again for a (hopefully) healthy Gundam season once more. Hopefully my skills with the brush haven't diminished too much. After extensive researching on airbrushes and the such, I've decided to stick to the old fashioned way to do these Gundams. Airbrushes are something to look into after a few more models.
Thin your paints, thin your paints, thin your paints, thin your paints...
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Friday, July 16, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
back for more
Some things never change. Like my sleeping patterns. And on a more annual scale, it didn't rain like hell after July 4th. After a long one-year war with life obligations and school related stuff, I find myself grasping for an anchor to sanity during an intense summer session of classes and work.
As the assignments and responsibilities pile up and the stress builds, I realize that the past year has all but extinguished my most beloved hobby. The Gundam I started two years ago hasn't been touched since late August of last year. Though my current lingering on the internet isn't helping my work situation, I thought I'd spend some time in the wee hours of the morning to reflect on my abandonment of a past declaration about sticking to the past-times one holds dear.
I guess the flow of life caught me like it catches most people on the verge of adulthood. Even though I didn't expect it nor was I prepared for it, college really ramps up the intensity in its final years - so much so that I must have hacked off a good five years of my lifespan trying to keep my head above the water amidst the procrastinating and chasing of instant gratification. It has greatly diminished certain hobbies (like gaming) and all but destroyed others (like Gundams and figure collecting).
During a discussion with a friend currently in Hong Kong about which Gundam model(s) I'd like brought back for me, I suddenly realized that this hobby is still a part of me and that it isn't just me who thinks so. All of a sudden I remember the smell of enamel paint and thinner fumes, the feeling of joy when a model is completed and the intensity of the build process. I can't help but feel I've been constantly missing something integral and that I've got no one to blame but myself for not making time for it. This is a declaration to myself to end the cycle of procrastination and self-torture. As hypocritical as it is to be writing this out on the internet at 2:30AM while I got loads of schoolwork left to do, I can't take good photos for my class in the middle of the night.
Never lose sight of what you love and what you hold dear to you, as these are the tiny things in life that make you who you are. They give your life that extra touch of color (in the case of Gundam painting, quite literally) that allow you to get through the most trying times when you least expect it. Those thirty or so unbuilt Gundams in my closet? Time to make time to get to it.
Til' next time - hopefully it won't be another year from now.
As the assignments and responsibilities pile up and the stress builds, I realize that the past year has all but extinguished my most beloved hobby. The Gundam I started two years ago hasn't been touched since late August of last year. Though my current lingering on the internet isn't helping my work situation, I thought I'd spend some time in the wee hours of the morning to reflect on my abandonment of a past declaration about sticking to the past-times one holds dear.
I guess the flow of life caught me like it catches most people on the verge of adulthood. Even though I didn't expect it nor was I prepared for it, college really ramps up the intensity in its final years - so much so that I must have hacked off a good five years of my lifespan trying to keep my head above the water amidst the procrastinating and chasing of instant gratification. It has greatly diminished certain hobbies (like gaming) and all but destroyed others (like Gundams and figure collecting).
During a discussion with a friend currently in Hong Kong about which Gundam model(s) I'd like brought back for me, I suddenly realized that this hobby is still a part of me and that it isn't just me who thinks so. All of a sudden I remember the smell of enamel paint and thinner fumes, the feeling of joy when a model is completed and the intensity of the build process. I can't help but feel I've been constantly missing something integral and that I've got no one to blame but myself for not making time for it. This is a declaration to myself to end the cycle of procrastination and self-torture. As hypocritical as it is to be writing this out on the internet at 2:30AM while I got loads of schoolwork left to do, I can't take good photos for my class in the middle of the night.
Never lose sight of what you love and what you hold dear to you, as these are the tiny things in life that make you who you are. They give your life that extra touch of color (in the case of Gundam painting, quite literally) that allow you to get through the most trying times when you least expect it. Those thirty or so unbuilt Gundams in my closet? Time to make time to get to it.
Til' next time - hopefully it won't be another year from now.
Friday, May 29, 2009
introduction
So it's going to be 2 in the morning and I'm once again caught in a perpetual cycle of sleep deprivation. There are paint fumes floating around the room from a day of painting Gundams and they're slowly being carried outside by a nice early-early-early morning breeze. Such is my life when I don't have finals kicking my butt into high gear.
If the thinner-soaked paper towels in my garbage can don't spontaneously ignite and take my life in a fiery blaze tonight, I'll be around to shed more light on a few of the endless hobbies that I have. But to sum it all up, being an almost-20-year-old that collects plastic models and toys is simply another way to keep that inner-kid alive in a world that grows increasingly gloomy. If everyone was given some time to just sit around and do things they loved, this world would be a much better place.
In our society today, we're all expected to act a certain way when we start grow out of our teen years. We take up additional responsibilities, experience new things and all in all, grow up. But honestly, what's to say that we're "too old" for things we used to enjoy in our younger days? Why can't I enjoy more sophisticated activities alongside the occupations that I had during childhood and adolescence? It injects a bit of variety and color into a life that will become ever more burdened by the obligations of adulthood. As we grow up, it's important to remember that it's never alright to stop enjoying the things we do simply because those around us ask "Aren't you too old for that?"
We're never too old to enjoy doing tings that we love. If not we would all be living very dull, unremarkable existences.
If the thinner-soaked paper towels in my garbage can don't spontaneously ignite and take my life in a fiery blaze tonight, I'll be around to shed more light on a few of the endless hobbies that I have. But to sum it all up, being an almost-20-year-old that collects plastic models and toys is simply another way to keep that inner-kid alive in a world that grows increasingly gloomy. If everyone was given some time to just sit around and do things they loved, this world would be a much better place.
In our society today, we're all expected to act a certain way when we start grow out of our teen years. We take up additional responsibilities, experience new things and all in all, grow up. But honestly, what's to say that we're "too old" for things we used to enjoy in our younger days? Why can't I enjoy more sophisticated activities alongside the occupations that I had during childhood and adolescence? It injects a bit of variety and color into a life that will become ever more burdened by the obligations of adulthood. As we grow up, it's important to remember that it's never alright to stop enjoying the things we do simply because those around us ask "Aren't you too old for that?"
We're never too old to enjoy doing tings that we love. If not we would all be living very dull, unremarkable existences.
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