Enter my World! / Tuesday, November 13, 2007
nice, today's trip to the clubhouse, and I remembered what drawn me to professional plastic modelling in the 1st place.
every sunday, it's like we all just throw aside our daily lives, and come together, as equals, chit-chat about totally random stuff (and usually obscene, now ur know y i become so cock, lol)
and about the model itself. it's like getting back your childhood, but in a more mature state of mind. huh? okay: if you can see a near-50 year old guy build a plane model, very realistic, with nice bullet holes and battle-damage, very nice and all; upon completion, take the plane and go "phew.....taa taa taa taa...."
yeap. O_o
next is well, only musicians can appreciate music, and only modellers can appreciate models. I show ur my plane, ur go "okay...". i show them, they just jaw drop, stun, "siao! nahbeh how u do one!? veri nice, i like". doing models with ur is bleh.... unmotivating at best.
and and and, we kind of share our works around, appreciate, blah blah... to normal pple, perhaps its just a nice chunk of plastic, but to us, each and every single work is a masterpiece, irregardless of fuck ups. (and y did i use so much "and"? strange...)
last but not least, perhaps its simply put, the joy of creation. and the frustration of fuck ups
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
11:48 PM =D
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