The insights of a dreamer, a designer, a programmer, a fantasizer.
- The Temptation of Plastic Mechas
I’ve taken quite an interest lately in a addictive new hobby, one which has the potential of wrecking everything I know and love. This new drug, almost as addictive as nicotine itself, has enwrapped me in its ugly tentacles and forced the time and money out of me. And I love it. It’s name, is, GUNPLA.
Well, there really isn’t much to say about this. The excitement when you unbox your latest buy, a lavish reward for your sweat and blood, is beyond what I could describe in words. The inner geek just dying to be released, to slowly nip away the frame and piece together what will be a proud new addition to a growing army of plastics.
- It Really Has Been Awhile, Hasn’t It?
It seems as though all the recent blog posts of mine, be it on DerekWong.net or iam.kiamsiap, or even MooMoo.tk happens to be similarly titled, running along the lines of ‘It’s been a very long time since I blogged’ (speaking of which, I’m not sure if it’s just the age getting to me, or the upset feeling in my stomach, but I really seem to despise the word blog right now, as though it’s almost taboo to speak it).
So for this time, I shall just skip the explanation part, as I’m sure, as many who read this will know, I’ve been swept away in a tide of work and wear that I just cannot swim against the current, so I just flow with it, colliding with the debris and rocks as I splash and waddle through, just trying to find some air to breath.
So what are the plans for the future? Right now, the wave is still flowing strong. The tsunami is over, but aftermaths are still difficult to battle. With some luck, I may be able to trash it, fight it, and struggle against it. I need some breathing space for myself, an outlet to release. Lacking that, I would probably collapse from the lack of space.
- A Neon Light City That Never Sleeps
Here I find myself, staring into the night, my consciousness mindlessly wandering out into the world of infinite possibilities, just blindly floating. It’s already been 25 days since my arrival here, yet the neon lights that brings the city to life at night never ceases to amaze me. A city that never sleeps, a cliché term, I know, but one which could perfectly describe this place. Droves of people walking by, each one preoccupied in their very own world, more often than not, in the form of a mobile phone.
It really makes you wonder, sometimes, if anyone here actually stopped for just a second, and looked around him, would he feel the same as I do? Stuck in a hectic tireless mob of white collars and trendy yuppies, yet so alone in a bustling city. And just wished they were different. Able to get away from all of this, to sweet serenity, and utter bliss. A place where the night is only lit by the mellow glow of moonlight and the shimmering of the stars. A place where you’d hear nothing but your own footsteps, crushing the dried leaves below your foot, and the howl of the wind as it sweeps through.
But of course, such places, such havens, would be the last sanctuary on earth yet to be conquered by man. Deep in a remote forest, or in the middle of nowhere. As must as I want it, I wouldn’t survive. My body has been so attuned to city life, life interrupted by the monstrous trucks driving by in the nights, and the eerie glow of neon lights slipping through the curtains, that it could accept nothing else. As much as I romanticize a outdoor getaway, I fear it as much. For in the end, I am but one of the drones.
