The end of another season, the end of another semester. As I look back, never have I regret the things that I had done; whether it be minor or major. But one thing’s for sure the stigma still lingers, procrastination. I tend to leave things at the last moment and execute them under almost drastic conditions.
Maybe I had too much useless tasks at hand or unneeded distractions that obscure the things I wanted them to be done, to attain an achievable result.
Maybe I let fate work its magic.
Maybe I didn’t give a damn.
Probably this is the best time to start afresh. Ye know, to stir up the adrenaline juice for that much motivation that I really need. No pressure, no expectations, no disappointments. It is at this moment creativity dwells, but flourish. To learn new skills in a matter of days and, in the spur of curiosity and eagerness, can only be accomplished with intense work of concentration.
In the span of 3 days, thanks to the power of youtube, I’ve learnt about 3d rendering, 3d sculpture and 3d printing. And this was the result.
Done in Sculptris, CS6 photoshop and Maya.
The leeway of 2 weeks that I’m giving to myself, right before the school’s music festival and guitar exchange program, and finding a summer job.
Learning the Italian language can only be improved by reading, practising and hearing everyday.
Set goals; Never be satisfied, never stop improving and carry on. Time is limited, life is short. Remember, Time waits for nobody.
Haven’t really got the leisure for film photography in a long time, and my empty rolls have literally been lying on my desk for months. Backhands and forehands, movement on the tennis court and a trip overseas, all of that had to wait. There’s so much stuff I want to do right now, and to carry on doing it by going as low key as possible, to the extent of not generating any more rumours and gossips; of which I hate the most.
Reading a lot Dante Alighieri’s (where gh sounds like li) Inferno and I found that this quote was appropriate in the light of the moment.
In my own words:
A maestro, an elder or a soul partner. He who soars the skies and dwell in the depths of hell, needs a guide. But not false words as torments.
“a me, che morto son, convien menarlo Per lo ‘nferno qua giu di giro in giro e quest e ver cosi com’ io ti parlo”
– Dante’s Inferno, Canto XXVIII