Enter my World! / Friday, December 28, 2007
ah, lots of stuff happened one after another, too many to actually go day by day, so i thought i will just lump them all together....
so yeah, party at sty's workshop! pizza x6, all biggest size. woot! and throw in gunpla building, great fun. met some modellers from katoots, and they skillz are teh 1337z. car can do until candy tone, black indoors, violet outdoors O_o
then sunday, just usual gunpla stuff again at the workshop. pretty quiet, considering just the day b4 was the pizza party. painted steel on my gundam mkII internals, alamak frost like [censored]. (frost= whole paint turn white, due to the teamperature and humidity of the air. it was raining T_T)
monday, movie with Lockie and KL. watched I am Legend, pretty nice movie, superb acting by Will Smith ^ ^
and dang, hmwk haven't really touch yet.
after that, things happened v quickly. ps2 is back, fixed the paint frost prob on my model, and hmwk did a bit already.
looking forward to saturday, when my model should be fully complete ^ ^
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
1:48 AM =D
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Enter my World! / Saturday, December 22, 2007
hmm, was messing around www.msn.com when i came to this article. thought it might be a pretty interesting read, so I'd just dump the whole thing here. any comments do throw into my tagbox, its there for a reason (and haven't been fed)
http://men.msn.com/articlebl.aspx?cp-documentid=5873934>1=10715
Like every husband who suddenly turns into an ex, Martin Paul, a pleasant, unassuming 51-year-old, knows exactly where he was when it happened. He was sitting on the back porch of his pricey hilltop house in the Boston suburbs one sunny Saturday morning, relaxing over coffee.
Paul is a professional collector, primarily of coins, but of other rare objects as well: Sonny Liston's ring belt; a submarine that appeared in the James Bond film The Spy Who Loved Me. It wasn't easy to build up his collecting business, but he had finally got it humming, and he was pulling down close to seven figures a year. Plus, the oldest of his three sons had suffered a frightening brain injury, but after two years of treatment, he had finally recovered enough to go to college. For the first time in a very long while, life was good.
And so, that Saturday, he wanted to tell his wife he was thinking about finally easing off a little. They'd started going on expensive vacations in Europe and Hawaii, and he figured she'd be pleased at the prospect of taking more trips together, or at least at the prospect of seeing him around the house a little more, and not buried in his basement office. He had met her in graduate school over a quarter century ago, and they'd had their ups and downs, but he was still crazy about her. And he thought that, with a little more time together, she'd be crazy about him again too.
But no. She scarcely listened to any talk of retirement, or of vacations, or of anything he had to say. She had plans of her own.
"I want a divorce," she said.
Paul was so stunned that he thought he must have misheard her. But her face told him otherwise. "She looked like the enemy," he says. He started to think about everything he'd built: the thriving business, the wonderful family, the nice life in the suburbs. And he thought of her, and how much he still loved her. And then, right in front of her, he started to cry.
That night, he found a bottle of whiskey, and he didn't stop drinking it until he nearly passed out.
Things turned sh---- very fast. His wife took out a temporary restraining order, accusing him of attempting to kidnap their youngest son. The claim was never proved in court. Then, with the aid of some high-priced lawyers, she extracted from him a whopping $50,000 a month — a full 75 percent of his monthly income. Barred from the house, he was not allowed regular access to the office he used to generate that income. (On the few times he was permitted inside, his wife did not let him use the bathroom. She insisted that he go outside in the woods.) "My lawyer kept telling her lawyers, 'You're killing the Golden Goose,'" recalls Paul. "But they didn't care."
Crushed by the payments, and unable to work, he soon faced such a severe cash-flow crisis that he had to declare bankruptcy. His wife still did not relent. She charged that Paul had been abusive toward one of their sons. Paul says the charge is absurd, but it did its work, limiting his visitation rights.
Paul was sleepless and nerve wracked; his spirits plunged. He still missed his old life with his family. He missed the sound of it — the bustle of all the activity, the life. "I can't stand the silence," he says. "I miss hearing my wife breathe as she lay in bed beside me." In his desperation, he twice overdosed on prescription medication, but managed to call 911 each time before the drugs took full effect, and medics rushed him to the hospital in time. "I don't want to die," he says wearily. "I want to live. But I can't live with this torture." He did manage to keep a few mementos of his former life. Pictures, mostly. But also the kids' baby shoes. "I was always the emotional one," he says. "But that's all I have — the shoes, a few pictures. That's all. I used to be jovial, happy. But not now. I'm a broken man."
Sudden Divorce Syndrome. You won't find it in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, that bible of psychiatric illnesses, but you will find it in life. In a 2004 poll by the AARP, one in four men who were divorces in the previous year said they "never saw it coming." (Only 14 percent of divorced women said they experienced the same unexpected broadside.) And few events in a man's life can be as devastating to his physical, mental, and financial health.
"I meet men all the time who are going through breakups, and it's very common for them to say it caught them by surprise," says Los Angeles-based sex therapist Lori Buckley, PsyD, host of "On the Minds of Men," a weekly relationship podcast on iTunes.
The warning signs are usually there, claims Buckley, but the male mind is simply not very adept at recognizing them. "When women make up their mind that the relationship is over, they stop talking about the relationship," she says. "Men interpret a woman"s lack of complaining as satisfaction. But more often, it's because she's simply given up."
To understand how common this scenario is, consider figures provided by John Guidubaldi, a former member of the U.S. Commission on Child and Family Welfare. Nationwide, Guidubaldi reports, wives are the ones to file for divorce 66 percent of the time, and, in some years, that figure has soared to nearly 75 percent. "It is easier to end a marriage than it is to fire an employee," says Guidubaldi. If she wants out, it's over. "You can get a dissolution of marriage on the basis of nothing."
Oftentimes, men have a divorce sprung on them in midlife, when their kids are more self-sufficient and they've finally started to think they were over the hump. Like Martin Paul, they could start to relax. But that's exactly the time of life when the instance of divorce begins to swell (another occurs shortly after marriage). Joe Cordell, of the law firm Cordell and Cordell, which specializes in representing men in domestic cases, attributes this to wives deciding as they approach age 40 that it's now or never for getting back into the marriage market. It's the same phenomenon as rich guys trading in their long-time partners for trophy wives. Only it's the women who are shedding men
It didn't used to be this way. While divorce has been legal for nearly two centuries, it was long a topic of such mortification that it was considered a last, desperate resort. The 1960s changed all that. The free-love decade both increased the inclination to divorce and dropped the social resistance to it. The rising financial independence of women began to free them from a need to stay in a stultifying or abusive marriage. As a result, divorce soared, doubling by most measures. But the stereotypical divorce story — man marries, starts a family, meets a younger woman, and leaves his wife — just isn't as common as we are led to believe.
"Marriage changes men more pervasively and more profoundly than it changes women," explains sociologist Steven Nock, author of Marriage in Men's Lives. "The best way to put it is, marriage is for men what motherhood is for women." Marriage makes men grow up. Nock observes that many men before marriage are indifferent workers, and, after hours, are likely to be found in bars or zoned out in front of a TV. After marriage, they are solid wage earners, frequent churchgoers, maybe members of a neighborhood protection association. But divorce takes that underpinning away, leaving men strangely infantilized and unsure of their place in the world. They feel like interlopers in the stands at their children's soccer games or in the auditorium for their school plays.
Compounding this pain, men find the deck is stacked against them. The divorce system tends to award wives custody of the children, substantial child support, the marital home, half the couple's assets, and, often, heavy alimony payments.
This may come as startling news to a public that has been led to believe that women are the ones who suffer financially postdivorce, not men. But the data show otherwise, according to an exhaustive study of the subject by Sanford L. Braver, a professor of psychology at Arizona State University and author of Divorced Dads: Shattering the Myths. "The man is in a lot poorer condition than the popular media portray," he says. "This idea of the swinging, happy-go-lucky, no-worries single guy in a bar... that's just not it at all." The misconception was fueled by Harvard professor Lenore Weitzman's widely cited book, The Divorce Revolution: The Unexpected Social and Economic Consequences for Women and Children in America.
Weitzman's 1985 tome claimed that postdivorce women and children suffer on average a 73 percent drop in their standard of living, while the divorced men's standard of living increased by 42 percent. Years later, Weitzman acknowledged a math error; the actual difference was 27 percent and 10 percent, respectively. But Braver says even that figure is based on severely flawed calculations. Weitzman and other social scientists ignored men's expenses — the tab for replacing everything from the bed to the TV to the house — as well as the routine costs of helping to raise the children, beyond child support. Even the tax code favors women: Not only is child support not tax deductible for fathers, but a custodial mother can take a $1,000 per child tax credit; the father cannot, even if he's paying. As "head of the household," the mother gets a lower tax rate and can claim the children as exemptions. If the ex-wife remarries, she is still entitled to child support, even if she marries a billionaire. Indeed, every year men are actually thrown in jail for failing to meet their child-support obligations. In the state of Michigan alone, nearly 3,000 men were locked up for that offense in 2005.
But for many men, the real pain isn't financial, it's emotional: "Men depend on women for their social support and connections," says Buckley. "When marriages end, men can find themselves far more alone than they ever expected." In a large-scale Canadian survey, 19 percent of men reported a significant drop in social support postdivorce. Women are customarily the keepers of the social calendars, and all that is implied by that, providing for what University of Texas sociologist Norval D. Glenn calls the "intangibles" that can create much of a man's sense of place in the world. More often than not, wives send out the Christmas cards; they stitched that cute Halloween costume their daughter wore in second grade; they recall the names of the neighbors who used to live two houses down. The men who bear all these unexpected burdens do so alone, in a strange place, while their ex-wives and children live in the houses that used to be theirs. For an ex-husband to enter that house can feel like trespassing, even though it was paid for with his own money, or sometimes, built with his own hands.
Long before his wife came along, a frame-store owner named Jordan Appel, 55, had built a fine house for himself atop West Newton Hill in one of the fancier Boston suburbs. He loved bringing in a wife and then adding two children. "It felt so wonderful to say 'my wife' and 'my children' and feel part of a community." He volunteered for the preschool's yard sale; his wife took up with a lover. Sometimes she slept with him in Appel's own house; in time, she decided to divorce Appel. As these things go, he was obliged to leave the house, and, as it happened, the community too. Money was so tight that he ended up sleeping in a storage room above his frame shop two towns away. His ex-wife works part-time on the strength of Appel's child custody and alimony payments, and spends time with her boyfriend in Appel's former house. She lives rather well, and he has to make $100,000 a year to support her and the children, which amounts to 70-hour workweeks. One day, he went back to his house and discovered many of his belongings out on the sidewalk with the trash. "My body feels like it's dissolving in anger," he says. "I'm in an absolute rage every single day."
"What are five of the biggest stressors a human being can face?" asks Ned Holstein, MD, executive director of Fathers and Families, a Massachusetts-based reform group for divorced dads. "One: the death of a child. Two: the loss of a spouse. Three: the loss of a home. Four: a serious financial reversal. And five: losing a relationship with a child. All of these except the first are combined in a father's experience of divorce. People always think the man is a lone wolf and he can take care of himself. Well, he's also a human being, and people don't think through what that means for men."
As hard as such deprivations are on the psyche, they can be devastating to a man's health. Recently divorced men are nearly nine times more likely to commit suicide than their female counterparts, according to a study by sociologist Augustine Kposowa. "It's not so much the loss of money," he says, "but the loss of children that propels men to suicide." Or it could be a combination. Infuriated by his obligation to pay child support for three children he rarely saw, Perry Manley snuck a hand grenade inside a federal courthouse in Seattle last year and was shot to death by security personnel after they spotted it. The death was termed "suicide by cop." Kposowa has also detected an increased incidence of motor-vehicle accidents among divorced men, either due to a lack of concentration, sleeplessness, or, more darkly, suicide "cloaked as an accident," he says.
Compared with married or single men, divorced men are nine times as likely to be admitted to the hospital, to report difficulties at work, or to suffer significant depression. According to a study in the American Journal of Psychiatry, they suffer the effects of divorce with the intensity that their wives experience the death of a close friend. And they suffer physical maladies. "Their blood pressure goes up, and so does their cholesterol, and that drives up hypertension, heart disease, coronary artery disease, and peripheral vascular disease," says psychiatrist Arnold Robbins, associate editor of the Journal of Men's Health & Gender. Researchers at the Texas Heart Institute have noted that emotional stress can lead to a dangerous ballooning of the left ventricle, which they term "broken heart syndrome." Says Dr. Robbins: "A lot of metabolic syndromes kick in too, like borderline and type 2 diabetes. There's cirrhosis of the liver from too much drinking. Even prostate problems. It's not a pretty picture."
Scientists have recently come to some possible conclusions as to why this might be so. It may be as simple as a loss of being touched. James Coan, PhD, a psychologist in the departments of psychology and neuroscience at the University of Virginia, found that, for a husband, just holding his wife's hand is enough to reduce the stress associated with the anticipation of pain. Regular sex helps insulate a man from chronic stress, and that can pay off in increased longevity: In a study of 1,000 middle-aged men by researchers at Queen's University in Belfast, men who had sex at least three times a week had half the risk of heart attack or stroke of men who had sex less frequently.
Distressed by such facts, men's groups are springing up around the country. "Think of it," says Stephen Baskerville, president of the American Coalition for Fathers and Children, in Washington, D.C. "A father could be sitting in his own home, not agreeing to a divorce, not unfaithful to his marriage vows, and not abusive, and the next thing he knows, the court has taken his house, his children, and a lot of his money, and then forced him to pay his wife's legal fees and even her psychologist's fees. And he can be threatened with jail time if he resists."
So, how to avoid Sudden Divorce Syndrome? One way, of course, is to avoid marriage. Another way is by working on your marriage when it can still be salvaged. Statistically, end-stage marriage counseling is rarely effective, despite what the counselors might say. Instead, husbands might be wise to pay attention to the essential ratio that — according to John Gottman, PhD, a world-renowned researcher of marriage stability — governs marital success or failure: five to one. That means husbands (and wives) should direct at least five positive remarks or actions to their spouses for every negative one. Any less and the marriage is in trouble. Or, following the much-admired work of Howard Markman, PhD, who holds couples workshops (loveyourrelationship.com), husbands should attune themselves to their wives' "bids" — for attention, for affection, for all the things that sustain a relationship — and do their best to provide for them. In truth, husbands are not built for the demands that wives often place on them; they are less inclined to talk things out or to display emotion. But then, marriage isn't easy for either party. When a wife wants out, it is usually not out of selfishness or senseless cruelty. Sometimes the love simply runs out. Husbands should do what they can to keep that love alive. That way, they might hang on to the many delights that marriage affords and spare themselves the countless horrors that divorce can bring.
But such advice comes too late for the many men like Martin Paul and Jordan Appel, who have already fallen victim to the syndrome. For them, the best, and perhaps only, cure will be time — time to forge a new relationship that can undo the ravages of the previous one. After all, most divorced men, like most divorced women, do remarry. A second marriage is a triumph of hope over experience, yes, but it's the best chance to restore the health and security that so cruelly has been taken away. Even without remarriage, the overwhelming sense of upheaval will gradually fade if the men can only persevere. And, in time, the experience will evolve into a memory that, however bitter, yields a gift of wisdom.
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
12:02 AM =D
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Enter my World! / Friday, December 21, 2007
hmm, no motivation to do gunpla. which is pretty amazing. oh well, mainly its because of all the sanding >_< me hate sanding.
hmm, must be losing my Gundam-y-ness. argh, need to get out there and do more gundamy stuff....
anyway, Lockie is back! lugged his Wii and my PS2 down to his place. had a little fun with the jack sparrow edition games he brought back.
and WOOOO, Lockie smashed a bottle of 2002 Chaeteu onto my PS2. although its not a ship, and isn't exactly its maiden voyage, well, t'was pretty unexpected.
and darn, my PS2 survived >_< else i could upgrade to PS3 liao. bwahaha, i'm so evil. "come, my ps2 busted, u pay $250 m kay?" *then i top up the remaining $350, PS3 GET!*
both of use were just O_o at that new G gen spirits game. attack systems are a homage to the FIF series, which kinda sucked. no more stacking and blah blah of weapons >_< now unit size is taken into consideration, CHECK OUT THE SIZE OF THAT WARSHIP!!! and now, due to the warship's blind spots, its much more stragedy based that just "lol i take my lvl99 gundam and cheong, win liao"
other games include trauma centre new blood. when we found out it was in Nippon-Go, we just wtf, took the disc out, smash! NEXT
NFS prostreet. aka, Gran Turismo on steroids. wtf, why is this even a Need For Speed series!? no free roam, no mata, no street racing, and the style is more of simulation than game, which IMHO sucked. if i wanted a simulation, I would've drove a real car. a game is meant to be a game. go look at WMMT3 for reference, with unrealistic game physics. disc almost deserved to be broke into pieces, but decide to keep for the cool cars.
then last but not least, cooking mama! if we could load it anyway >_< game refuses to load. oh well
so 4 game, only 1 is playable. too bad trauma centre is in jap, else it would be the best game out of the lot.
other than games, wehn to check out his models. argh, nvr tapao anything back >_< and the GM space command i wanted, he took it. bleh.
then another rofl thing. he took his elmeth, asked me for opinion. obviously he sanded it pretty jialat. being the good soul that i am....
"here got hole, here also, here, here, here, and here. here chipped, here not aligned, here never sharpen, here never sand properly. and here one more hole."
see, I'm so good to him. ^ ^ modelling is a very unforgiving hobby. you never do what you need to do, it will show in your completed work.
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
11:50 AM =D
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Enter my World! / Tuesday, December 18, 2007
bwahh, life sucks! >_<
lets see... Lockie is in thai, now in bangkok, drowning in GM gunpla. GM command, quel, custom, blah blah, you name it he seen it. oh, and he no enuff $$$ to drag any more back >_< argh.... and pity Ming Fa not going bangkok. bleh
then there's my classmate and band conductor who have been/are going to Japan. Hokkaido and Osaka respectively. Hokkaido nvm, but could tapao a bit of authentic Ramune Soda back? anyway, Osaka, wah.... sure, its not THE GUNDAM CAPITAL, Akibahara, but heck, it's near enuff on the map. argh, the guy who shld be going to Japan didn't go.... mayb next time, which is like..... nvm T_T
k, so I'm stuck at home, sanding my gundam mkII and messing around with trauma centre. helped lockie up his ranking for a few stages, then had fun killing patients for the rest. damn, i'm evil and sick. killed one patient who needed minor surgery for a fractured arm, lol. beats sanding anyway, sanded for the whole day, and only managed to complete the right arm and leg. gargh! someone help me sand please T_T tedious shit is tedious, and modern gunpla got like 54 parts for one leg alone O_o each part got 3 studs that need sanding, you go do the math.
fought with sis for the 8pm timeslot for TV. and it was pretty lol.
"Let go of the remote!" use 2 hand to pull it. my hand was on the remote, between her hands.
"I already did. you just need to push it forward and down, then can liao. i just resting my hand on it."
REMOTE GETTO DASE!! channel 8 switch on! eh, y not working?
"oh, the receiver got masking tape."
remote flies to the wall, and shatters onto the floor.
I win! k, now to fix the remote..... at least it isn't the Wiimote, else lockie will strangle me with the wriststrap >_<
tamiya masking tape. solves all problems, esp modelling ones
EDIT: Mr Television Remote (2003-2007)
you were a great home appliance gadget, perhaps the best. always there when you were needed the most, forever working hard, switching the channels and screwing up the volume. you were the best remote a tv could ever have. you will be missed.
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
12:11 AM =D
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Enter my World! / Sunday, December 16, 2007
Congrats to all, and great job for the wonderful performance at the Esplanade!
esp. Fennell Band! ^ ^
well, the 1 person I really want to thank would be Mr Tan Aik Kee Ken Steven (O_o long name is looooooooooooong). guiding us through the 3 pieces with great fun. and for teaching me smthg about self confidence. couldn't have played that well under another conductor. and sides, he didn't exactly conduct. he just started the tempo going, and stood back as he watched Fennell just auto-pilot through the whole thing. then cue in some important parts, that's about it. he style, i guess.
"listen to one another, then your music will be together. you won't even need me to conduct."
oh, and also "dun need them lah, tell them dun come lol, you yourself can liao."
nb, only tubist. wtf wtf wtf.
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
11:37 PM =D
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Enter my World! / Wednesday, December 12, 2007
here's some pics of my Turbokat. its way too fragile for me to bring it to school, so here it is!
wings open
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00223.jpg
wings closed
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00224.jpg
some different POVs
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00225.jpg
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00226.jpg
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00227.jpg
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00228.jpg
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00231.jpg
wooh, it has VTOL capabilities as well! as the prev pic shows, for those who are more alert
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00230.jpg
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00232.jpg
weapon bay closed...
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00234.jpg
and opened...
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00235.jpg
FOR THE MIGHTLY MACE, as seen when they got sucked back to the past
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00236.jpg
dogfighting with aliens (can't find any alien stuff, so bear with me and the "independence day" alien)
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h102/pepsikopi/DSC00237.jpg
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
12:45 AM =D
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woo, quite a lot of stuff...
Saturday + Sunday
okay, went down to the clubhouse on saturday. as expected, promethuss and chino were there. heck, they're the only ones that come down on saturday. prommy was cheonging his 2 kits, and chino was helping him.
anyway, i was also doing my stuff. heavily modding my guntank and sanding my gundam mkII (and i haven't finish sanding it yet, argh!!!)
so we were just doing that until..... WOOH, 10pm liao. siao liao, prommy kit haven't finish. since the meet is coming really fast, he can't find time to complete it. then comes the decision.....
STAY OVERNIGHT AT THE WORKSHOP! woo, so all 3 of us decided to do that. but 1st, SMS mother the address, so just in case know where to collect my corspe lol. choy!
anyway, great fun. lots of stupid jokes, and funny things. see prommy go "GRRRRR" over decals. "relac, relac, decals only!"
and also some creepy stuff. at 4am, we decided to close the shutter so we can well, sleep. down it goes. and just a while later, lots of footsteps and children giggling loudly outside. and mind you, it's the 7yr range that kind. wah lan, damn freaky. and we were like "wanna open teh shutter see how?" "fuck care, too lazy to do it" "k"
macham fatal frame.
k so all the way until sunday, 10am. Reeve came in, and go "wooh, I'm not the earliest? what time your come?"
"11am, 1.30pm and 3pm."
"huh?"
"we stay overnight"
"O_o"
so yeah, sunday. more sanding and stuff. oh, and we found the coffeeshop, got one crab running around the floor, not tied up or anything. wooo.... security guard?
and Locki called back. shiok sia he, now stuck in thailand female-only orphanage.
loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli loli
just dun get caught by the mata over there. i know got a lot of real life Kokonoe Rin over there.
Monday
outing with Darren, Kiat Lee, and old sec sch friends. dota time! basically just played lan for 5hr. then makan and stuff. sian, Darren battlefield 2 pro seh. found good spot to snipe, end up kena snipe by him. oh, and also bazooka madness.
Tuesday
went down to DBG again, grabbed some paints and plaplate. wanted to finish sanding my gundam mkII, but no motivation. instead played trauma centre until shiok.
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
12:31 AM =D
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Enter my World! / Thursday, December 06, 2007
muahahaha, I survived the band camp!
monday to wednesday. how hard could it be? well.... it is, since I just gotten my gundam mkII ver2.0 and I barely touched it. boderline depression, when the vick and his gunpla are seperated. thanks darren, for letting me go home and bring it along. ah, suddenly the camp seems much better.
will not say much about the camp, so ur have to join band to find out ^ ^ but yeah, nice planning, pretty smooth, and you guys handled it well despite the unexpected outcome.
either way, back home. KO-ed for the whole of wednesday.
today!
shiok!!! defeated that stupid savato in trauma centre : second opinion. also played a bit of those X missions. so far so good, completed all. reactions getting faster, which is good. all these in preparation for the new 2 player trauma centre : new blood. Lockie come back!
sanded a bit of the gundam mkII. grrr, huge seamlines throughout the kit, and lots of em too. going to have a tough time with this big fella.
and argh!!! my $100, suddenly gone just like that. omfg. let me backtrack. $20 for that meal at some jap restaurant. $10 for sis books, $10 for present $10 for guntank. that's $50. treat sis lunch, $10. band camp 1st day makan $10. top up ezlink + makan $10. that's $80 total. I LOST $20 OMFG!!!
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
11:13 PM =D
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Enter my World! / Sunday, December 02, 2007
Finally! after.... 3 to 4 fucking long months. IT IS DONE!!! yes yes yes! The Turbokat is done!!!
of course, met a lot of fuck ups along the way. so many, its like one year worth of fuck ups thrown into one little plastic model the size of your palm. since there're so much fuck ups, might was well have a "fuck up award" for them.
Scariest Fuck Up -> forgot I'm using a spraycan. held part at airbrush range. to near the spraycan, the paint turned into droplets. messed up the whole thing, spent a lot of effort to clean up. and still fucked up, the colour tone. oh, also strawberry jam under the masking tape. brrrr
Newbs can only fuck this up Fuck Up -> wtf do you mean paint makes it thicker? (after finding that the 3rd engine is jammed)
stupid Fuck Up -> didn't do a good masking job, parts which I left out now show up in all sorts of funny colours. damn, need to clean it up...
easiest to clean up Fuck Up -> forgot to paint the metal bars for the cockpit. solved with a bit of masking and spraying.
Not a Fuck Up Fuck Up -> hey, not my fault the metallic red parts dun align! I was just following the sketches! oh well, solvable with a bit of masking and spraying, I guess...
Fuck Care this Fuck Up -> needle broke again. 15th time. decided to just fuck care, sides the needle will break again in future. no point forcing.
Fuck Up not on model -> ARGH!!! I SUPERGLUED MY PANTS!!! KENA MY POCKET, NOW CANNOT OPEN IT! ARGH MY WALLET INSIDE!!!
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those are some of the more extreme Fuck Ups encountered during the production of this kit. anyway, there're great moments as well.
Most Orgasm-tic Moment -> peeling off the masking tape for the reverse tiger stripes at the head. the feeling is so OOOOhh... and there are 6 stripes. shiok. the feeling is beyond description, you just have to do it to believe it.
easiest moment -> spraycan flat black. Fuck Up? no way, its the base for goodness sake.
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anyway, I need to clear up some visible fuck ups, so no pics avaliable yet. however, I will post some once it is up.
Ouch , back to my gundamy world!
12:09 AM =D
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