This is my colored caricature. I used Adobe Photoshop to color it. No pen tablet. Just plain old mouse. But I drew it on paper and had it scanned. Not a bad job, if I may say so.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Adding Color
This is my colored caricature. I used Adobe Photoshop to color it. No pen tablet. Just plain old mouse. But I drew it on paper and had it scanned. Not a bad job, if I may say so.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Guess Who?
I was at work today and I suddenly had the urge to draw. This is what happens when I get the urge to draw.
Out.
Randomness
* RIP Ernie Baron. Died of a heart attack caused by complications of diabetes.
* Kobe scores 81pts against Toronto. AND he hands out 2 assists. Better than his 62pt no assist performance against Dallas.
* Got me another Ford GT40 from Hotwheels. The only question I have about it is the scale. I have a Dub City 1:64 Ford GT and two Hotwheels Ford GT40's. Now I know the new Ford GT is supposed to be bigger but is it really THAT big compared to the old one? Or are the scales of Dub City and Hotwheels different?
* My trusty iPod is out of commission. Sent to Singapore for repairs, good thing warranty was still in effect. I just don't get it why it got damaged. All I did was upload a new software into it, and I followed all the steps properly. Sheesh.
* Still don't have my cash. Bank is still messed up so I'm pretty much "running on fumes" if I could use that term financially.
* My imagination is coming back. I've got this character design I'm doodling with and if I have the time I can upload a sketch of it. Now all I have to do is think of stories. And maybe learn 2D animation because as I see it my character looks better in 2D than in 3D although a 3D version MAY still show up.
* Still waiting for the PS3 but from the video reviews I've downloaded at Gametrailers the XBox 360 is making its presence felt. At least for me, since I decided long ago (never to walk in anyone's shadow) that I was buying a PS3. Or at least saving up for it.
* Went to this car show at Tiendesitas in Pasig. Saw a couple of classic Celica's. 70's Celicas. Man if I had lots of cash and an old Celica... But an old VW Beetle is still my number one car for "Ganification".
Out.
* Kobe scores 81pts against Toronto. AND he hands out 2 assists. Better than his 62pt no assist performance against Dallas.
* Got me another Ford GT40 from Hotwheels. The only question I have about it is the scale. I have a Dub City 1:64 Ford GT and two Hotwheels Ford GT40's. Now I know the new Ford GT is supposed to be bigger but is it really THAT big compared to the old one? Or are the scales of Dub City and Hotwheels different?
* My trusty iPod is out of commission. Sent to Singapore for repairs, good thing warranty was still in effect. I just don't get it why it got damaged. All I did was upload a new software into it, and I followed all the steps properly. Sheesh.
* Still don't have my cash. Bank is still messed up so I'm pretty much "running on fumes" if I could use that term financially.
* My imagination is coming back. I've got this character design I'm doodling with and if I have the time I can upload a sketch of it. Now all I have to do is think of stories. And maybe learn 2D animation because as I see it my character looks better in 2D than in 3D although a 3D version MAY still show up.
* Still waiting for the PS3 but from the video reviews I've downloaded at Gametrailers the XBox 360 is making its presence felt. At least for me, since I decided long ago (never to walk in anyone's shadow) that I was buying a PS3. Or at least saving up for it.
* Went to this car show at Tiendesitas in Pasig. Saw a couple of classic Celica's. 70's Celicas. Man if I had lots of cash and an old Celica... But an old VW Beetle is still my number one car for "Ganification".
Out.
Friday, January 20, 2006
On Swearing
Some people hate it when they hear swear words. And I guess they do have a point, it is an earful to hear them. But there are times when swearing adds "flavor" to one's sentences.
Swearing emphasizes. Take for example the sentence, "The service of that bank is really lousy." Good enough, right? It shows how displeased you are at the bank. But what if you weren't just displeased? What if you really hated the service and you wanted to emphasize that? Here's how I would say that with swear words.
"That bank's service is fucking crappy."
Take note that I don't usually swear in English. I swear in Tagalog. However for the sake of this blog I've decided to translate my thoughts into English.
Might I digress a bit? It seems that swearing in Tagalog is a lot harsher and sounds better than in English. I don't know if it's just me but the things you can come up with in Tagalog are a lot worse than in English. Rolls off the tongue much smoother, too.
Anyway. I swear. All the time. And when I do swear it means that I'm most likely comfortable with the person I am with. Or it could mean that I hate the person I am with so much that I'd rather let them think I am a brute just so we don't have to see each other again. But that's another story, and that rarely happens.
So what's wrong with swearing?
Nevermind.
Out.
Swearing emphasizes. Take for example the sentence, "The service of that bank is really lousy." Good enough, right? It shows how displeased you are at the bank. But what if you weren't just displeased? What if you really hated the service and you wanted to emphasize that? Here's how I would say that with swear words.
"That bank's service is fucking crappy."
Take note that I don't usually swear in English. I swear in Tagalog. However for the sake of this blog I've decided to translate my thoughts into English.
Might I digress a bit? It seems that swearing in Tagalog is a lot harsher and sounds better than in English. I don't know if it's just me but the things you can come up with in Tagalog are a lot worse than in English. Rolls off the tongue much smoother, too.
Anyway. I swear. All the time. And when I do swear it means that I'm most likely comfortable with the person I am with. Or it could mean that I hate the person I am with so much that I'd rather let them think I am a brute just so we don't have to see each other again. But that's another story, and that rarely happens.
So what's wrong with swearing?
Nevermind.
Out.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Something Troubles My Mind
"The quantity of speech is not always indicative of the quality of thought."
- Monty Brown, TNA Wrestler
Something troubles me. Something big.
Luck, as it would seem, doesn't seem to be siding with me. She is a fickle mistress who can turn on you in an instant, one minute caressing you with her loving touch, the next ripping at your throat with her long, sharp nails.
Some people progress through life quite easily. They get what they want, they get away with anything, and they live "happily." I use quotation marks simply because I do not really know if they are happy, or if the smiles they put on in public is a facade, hiding all the sorrow and fears they really have. But they seem happy.
Some people get through life using excessive amounts of bullshit and bravado. Never enough substance, but they more than compensate for that with all the lies and sweet talk that comes out of their mouths. They are the people who don't really have to prove anything and yet they get everything. That infuriates me.
I try to show my worth not through word of mouth, but rather through action. I walk the walk, and I try not to talk the talk. Because speaking has never been my forte. And talking bull was never one of my strong points either. (For those of you who know where I studied I'm sure you'll say, "But you come from Ateneo de Manila High School, where bullshit is discreetly taught to you and is extremely prevalent in classrooms." Well I hate bullshit.)
And yet despite the fact that I try to let actions speak louder than words, sometimes people who do the exact opposite come out ahead of me. I'm not going to name names, but I certainly think some people I know don't deserve the position they were in. Sure luck played a role in them getting where they are right now. But they also got to where they are by spewing excessive amounts of bovine excrement from their mouths in order to rise above the rest.
A hollow victory. Yet a victory nonetheless.
Here I am, still in my (relative) youth and yet embittered by what I have seen. Pissed off above normal standards and full of angst. That's the way I am. I want justice. I want equality. I want people to get what they deserve not because they sweet-talked their way into it but because they worked damn hard for it.
Perhaps the problem is with me. Maybe I'm not aggressive enough. Maybe I don't take enough risks. Maybe I play it too safe. But at least when people ask me what I have done I can say that I have done something, rather than hiding behind a web of lies so thick and sticky that I'd eventually believe them myself.
There comes a time in one's life when one has to rock the boat. Maybe that time is fast approaching for me. Maybe not. But when that time does indeed arrive, everyone will know that I rocked the boat.
Out.
- Monty Brown, TNA Wrestler
Something troubles me. Something big.
Luck, as it would seem, doesn't seem to be siding with me. She is a fickle mistress who can turn on you in an instant, one minute caressing you with her loving touch, the next ripping at your throat with her long, sharp nails.
Some people progress through life quite easily. They get what they want, they get away with anything, and they live "happily." I use quotation marks simply because I do not really know if they are happy, or if the smiles they put on in public is a facade, hiding all the sorrow and fears they really have. But they seem happy.
Some people get through life using excessive amounts of bullshit and bravado. Never enough substance, but they more than compensate for that with all the lies and sweet talk that comes out of their mouths. They are the people who don't really have to prove anything and yet they get everything. That infuriates me.
I try to show my worth not through word of mouth, but rather through action. I walk the walk, and I try not to talk the talk. Because speaking has never been my forte. And talking bull was never one of my strong points either. (For those of you who know where I studied I'm sure you'll say, "But you come from Ateneo de Manila High School, where bullshit is discreetly taught to you and is extremely prevalent in classrooms." Well I hate bullshit.)
And yet despite the fact that I try to let actions speak louder than words, sometimes people who do the exact opposite come out ahead of me. I'm not going to name names, but I certainly think some people I know don't deserve the position they were in. Sure luck played a role in them getting where they are right now. But they also got to where they are by spewing excessive amounts of bovine excrement from their mouths in order to rise above the rest.
A hollow victory. Yet a victory nonetheless.
Here I am, still in my (relative) youth and yet embittered by what I have seen. Pissed off above normal standards and full of angst. That's the way I am. I want justice. I want equality. I want people to get what they deserve not because they sweet-talked their way into it but because they worked damn hard for it.
Perhaps the problem is with me. Maybe I'm not aggressive enough. Maybe I don't take enough risks. Maybe I play it too safe. But at least when people ask me what I have done I can say that I have done something, rather than hiding behind a web of lies so thick and sticky that I'd eventually believe them myself.
There comes a time in one's life when one has to rock the boat. Maybe that time is fast approaching for me. Maybe not. But when that time does indeed arrive, everyone will know that I rocked the boat.
Out.
Monday, January 09, 2006
NFSMW Update
I am now Blacklist #6.
I won the Lambo Gallardo. But my plan of souping up a Ford GT is slightly off keel. You see, so far I've only gotten ONE unique performance part upgrade. Sucks, but i was after the pink slips.
At least I have the Lambo. And the game just told me that I could race previous races. So I can save cash. Lots of it. Because I've spent on the Lambo. Spent big bucks.
I also changed the look of my Cayman S. Now the Cayman is dark gray. And the Lambo is yellow. Sweet. So now I'm trying to decide whether I should fix up the Supra and turn it into a faster car too. I still like using the Supra. Still good for some laughs. And I still use it to get my bounty up. Because I do not want the Cayman S or the Gallardo to get too much bounty.
But man is it hard to get my bounty up. If I get a bounty above 100k I usually get caught. Any lower and it'll take me forever to reach 3 mil.
Oh and the game hangs once in a while. Like when my bounty was up 100k and I was about to get to a hiding place. Sigh.
I have a bad feeling once I get the Ford GT I won't be playing anymore... I hope not. But if I do get that car, I'm going to use the Gallardo to increase my bounty.
Out.
I won the Lambo Gallardo. But my plan of souping up a Ford GT is slightly off keel. You see, so far I've only gotten ONE unique performance part upgrade. Sucks, but i was after the pink slips.
At least I have the Lambo. And the game just told me that I could race previous races. So I can save cash. Lots of it. Because I've spent on the Lambo. Spent big bucks.
I also changed the look of my Cayman S. Now the Cayman is dark gray. And the Lambo is yellow. Sweet. So now I'm trying to decide whether I should fix up the Supra and turn it into a faster car too. I still like using the Supra. Still good for some laughs. And I still use it to get my bounty up. Because I do not want the Cayman S or the Gallardo to get too much bounty.
But man is it hard to get my bounty up. If I get a bounty above 100k I usually get caught. Any lower and it'll take me forever to reach 3 mil.
Oh and the game hangs once in a while. Like when my bounty was up 100k and I was about to get to a hiding place. Sigh.
I have a bad feeling once I get the Ford GT I won't be playing anymore... I hope not. But if I do get that car, I'm going to use the Gallardo to increase my bounty.
Out.
Random Quiz Things
I saw Third's blog and decided to browse the links. Here's some of the things I had fun with.
 Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com |
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Friday, January 06, 2006
The Curse of the Big, Bad Wolf
Chris Webber is one of my favorite basketball players, all-time. I've been a fan of his since his Bullets days in Washington. But I have a theory about him and what happens to teams after they trade him away.
The teams lose. Look at Golden State. After trading him they become a losing team most of the time. Then the Wizards (ex-Bullets) traded him to Sacramento for Mitch Ritchmond and Otis Thorpe. I thought the Wizards would be a perennial playoff team with Juwan and Mitch. But boy was I wrong.
Turned out Sacramento started winning with Webber around. More of his skills were shown off and he started carrying the team. Of course there were doubters and naysayers, but that's just natural.
Then he blows his knee out, missed nearly an entire season, and supposedly ruins the Kings' chemistry when he returns.
Right.
So the Kings chose Peja Stojakovic over Chris Webber. They sent C Webb to Philly for three players. Good move at the time. Because Webb still wasn't at 100%. Nor was he comfortable with moving with his surgically repaired knee.
Now the Kings are in disarray. The Sixers are just a .500 team but they're in a better situation that the Kings. Just ask Marc Stein of ESPN.com.
So the Kings, after trading Webber, start to fall apart. Coincidence? Or the Curse of the Big, Bad Wolf?
You decide.
Out.
The teams lose. Look at Golden State. After trading him they become a losing team most of the time. Then the Wizards (ex-Bullets) traded him to Sacramento for Mitch Ritchmond and Otis Thorpe. I thought the Wizards would be a perennial playoff team with Juwan and Mitch. But boy was I wrong.
Turned out Sacramento started winning with Webber around. More of his skills were shown off and he started carrying the team. Of course there were doubters and naysayers, but that's just natural.
Then he blows his knee out, missed nearly an entire season, and supposedly ruins the Kings' chemistry when he returns.
Right.
So the Kings chose Peja Stojakovic over Chris Webber. They sent C Webb to Philly for three players. Good move at the time. Because Webb still wasn't at 100%. Nor was he comfortable with moving with his surgically repaired knee.
Now the Kings are in disarray. The Sixers are just a .500 team but they're in a better situation that the Kings. Just ask Marc Stein of ESPN.com.
So the Kings, after trading Webber, start to fall apart. Coincidence? Or the Curse of the Big, Bad Wolf?
You decide.
Out.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
ANNOUNCEMENT
TUNE IN THIS SUNDAY, JANUARY 15, 2006 TO STUDIO 23 AT 10:30PM AND WATCH DIGITAL TOUR. OUR COMPANY WAS FILMED TODAY AND I JUST MIGHT APPEAR IN THE SEGMENT. I'M THE GUY IN BLACK WITH A PONYTAIL.
THAT'S ALL.
OUT.
THAT'S ALL.
OUT.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
One Slow Day
One slow day in the office...
Nelson Bohol (of Pixar - he was involved with Cars, Finding Nemo, and The Incredibles) dropped by our office today. He's a friend of our animation director, Sir Dani.
One of the perks of being in the animation industry.
Although most of you won't really know (or care) who he is, let's just say its the equivalent of meeting a Hollywood actor.
So, let's see (and brag a bit) I've met Mr. Nelson Bohol (and got an autograph to boot). And I've worked with Mr. Hans Bacher. That's two important people I've met. Both were also involved with Disney (six degrees of whatever).
Two people who've worked hard to be where they are now.
Cool.
Out.
Nelson Bohol (of Pixar - he was involved with Cars, Finding Nemo, and The Incredibles) dropped by our office today. He's a friend of our animation director, Sir Dani.
One of the perks of being in the animation industry.
Although most of you won't really know (or care) who he is, let's just say its the equivalent of meeting a Hollywood actor.
So, let's see (and brag a bit) I've met Mr. Nelson Bohol (and got an autograph to boot). And I've worked with Mr. Hans Bacher. That's two important people I've met. Both were also involved with Disney (six degrees of whatever).
Two people who've worked hard to be where they are now.
Cool.
Out.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Ramble
As I sit here on my chair, at work, with no projects queued up, my thoughts drift. Random. Swirling. An image forms and disappears almost instantaneously.
I'm sitting here. Listening to the Eheads tribute album, and chatting with some folks. Killing time and resting my brain. Because once projects come and I get one, its going to be hot. Again.
So what am I getting at? Nothing. I'm just typing away here. Practicing my sentence and paragraph construction. Seeing if I can still write coherently. Using big words to sound cool and interesting. Blah. Blah. Blah.
I miss reading Scoop Jackson's articles on SLAM. I used to hate his style of writing when I was young. Too racially charged. Too "black". Too angsty. Then as I grew older I started apprectiating his style. My classmate in high school was right, Scoop was good. And his style was worth emulating.
If ever you get to read some of his articles (which you can now find at ESPN.com) you'll see why. At first you'll get annoyed. Might not appreciate it. But he's good.
And that's how I write. I write like him. I also write like a friend of mine, who is now living far away, down under. Another influence I had. Cool guy. Hopefully our paths will cross again.
Anyway I'm getting too sentimental...
Its a new year, folks. Time to try and improve. And I mean that with all sincerity.
This is going to be cool.
Enough for now. Still can't form a coherent thought process.
Out.
I'm sitting here. Listening to the Eheads tribute album, and chatting with some folks. Killing time and resting my brain. Because once projects come and I get one, its going to be hot. Again.
So what am I getting at? Nothing. I'm just typing away here. Practicing my sentence and paragraph construction. Seeing if I can still write coherently. Using big words to sound cool and interesting. Blah. Blah. Blah.
I miss reading Scoop Jackson's articles on SLAM. I used to hate his style of writing when I was young. Too racially charged. Too "black". Too angsty. Then as I grew older I started apprectiating his style. My classmate in high school was right, Scoop was good. And his style was worth emulating.
If ever you get to read some of his articles (which you can now find at ESPN.com) you'll see why. At first you'll get annoyed. Might not appreciate it. But he's good.
And that's how I write. I write like him. I also write like a friend of mine, who is now living far away, down under. Another influence I had. Cool guy. Hopefully our paths will cross again.
Anyway I'm getting too sentimental...
Its a new year, folks. Time to try and improve. And I mean that with all sincerity.
This is going to be cool.
Enough for now. Still can't form a coherent thought process.
Out.
Monday, January 02, 2006
First Post of 2006
So 2005 has come and gone and now its 2006.
Here's hoping for a nice new year.
As for resolutions, I have none.
(I swear I really wanted to write something but right now I don't seem to be in the right mood.)
Here's hoping for a nice new year.
As for resolutions, I have none.
(I swear I really wanted to write something but right now I don't seem to be in the right mood.)
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