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I can't say I've had the best time of my life lately. I think I've had a lot of bad things happen to me, starting around when I turned 20.

Let's not get into those.

Fact is, I don't know what's what anymore, sometimes. I think since the last time I morphed into robot mode, a part of me stayed metal. Kind of unfeeling, all the time.

I think I hit rock bottom between 06-08. Wherever I was, I always asked myself, "Is this where you really want to be?" It's pretty embarassing to admit it, but I kind of forsook anything that made me who I was. I stopped writing, I stopped training, I stopped being fun in general when I think being fun is a requisite for a well-rounded day. I hit 195 pounds. Holy hell. I jumped like 40 pounds in 3 months apparently... It took all that I had to make sure I never went over 200, because that'd be freaking ridiculous. I think going back home kind of did that to me--I distinctly remember graduating with hopes and dreams and plans and going back to Norcal was like the reality check that dislodged all of my best laid post-graduate scheming. Thing is, I didn't seem to care. That was probably the biggest mistake.

But things are much better, now. They aren't remotely good, or fair, no. Finding work in this economy is like carrying an infinitely deep pail in a rainstorm and no cover in sight.

But I'm healthy (a strapping 160 now, back in fighting shape at least), my joint pains that are still present at least don't bother me, I have money, I have plans, I have my dreams back, and I have still not found that oasis (or roof) in this storm of life, but it's a little easier to bear. So here's to the people that made it possible.

Let's not get into the mushy details, because heaven forbid that someone should read this and think I've gone soft. Let's just say there's certain individuals out there who when I was at my worst helped me stay sane, and when I was figuring stuff out, helped me along the way. I don't have to name names. You know who you are. If you're not sure, you can ask. But do you really have to ask?

But most of all, there are these people in my life that have kind of filled a gap for me that has been gaping since that day in '05 where everything really started going downhill.

To CAMA, for making me remember every time your name comes up that I did something notable in college instead of just getting good grades--now if I only had both XD

To ManTime Inc., we'll make it happen. Thank you for supporting my subsidiaries in the meantime.

To far-flung friends who I see once a year but still find the time to talk to me--making time for me even when I am bad at visiting is probably the kindest thing that anyone's done for me lately.

To the company, it's fun and exciting and new to me, and it definitely breaks my stride to be one of you. It's exactly what I needed. Thanks for this experience, and the experience to come.

To the people who always make sure I am well-fed every holiday that I don't spend with my family, thank you for inviting me over. It really means a lot :)

To the ones who serve as my super-ego, you're awesomely patient for keeping me on track all these years.

To the boys, thank you for your unwavering support while I chase down my dream. Your encouragement keeps me going.

To the beasts and kickers, god we're so retarded. I have the most fun that way.

That's just to start with. I don't want to tailor this down to specifics, but it's just that I'm very thankful. Because I don't have the perfect life. But you guys make it pretty damn good :)
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It's been a hectic week and a half getting ready for the Remembrance Concert. It's the latest in a series of undertakings that I do to try and break my comfort zone barriers.

I haven't danced since high school. I was a different build, a different energy level, a different level of dedication than I am right now, and let me tell you it hasn't been easy trying to get back on the horse.

It's been rehearsal after rehearsal, constant changing of choreography, costuming, timing, and all the while I am also working on my writing portfolio to submit to grad schools so I can get going with that ASAP. If I'm not dancing, I'm writing. And we dance probably like 8 hours a day now.

The scariest part for me so far I think is the freestyle 8 counts. I wouldn't count myself a dancer. I'm generally possessed of better than average coordination, I think (although there are times that I begin to question that this experience, my brain feels like its full of dancing and writing right now and it can't choose to focus on any one of those things) and I just try to copy choreography and not get too technical about it. But I got like 3 solo 8 counts and it hasn't been easy trying to do it without the wushu training getting in the way.

I really have been having a lot of fun though. It's nice to just do this. After what Profe Versatil said about dancing and martial arts being hand in hand, I think I have to take a greater interest in it now to just be better at movement in general. I never really had anything against dancing, but I figured I'd do it eventually. Eventually falls onto the list of "things that I like that I'll probably never get around to" but I guess this experience is making it an exception. I feel like a beast of burden though--I'm only there because I can do some acrobatics and I have enough strength to pull off a decent freeze. There's nothing behind it when it comes to technique though, so I just get a tight neck afterward.

It's great though. I think I will look into doing more.
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Been much busy with apps but not so busy that I've ignored my training routine. So while I stretch lately I've been watching some shows, documentaries, and even movies, and in an effort to get my brain off of grad apps it's refreshing to get another take on (non)fiction and clear my head for things to come. Here's a recent watch.

I felt an immediate kinship with the narrator, and immediate revulsion. The kinship came from a childhood interest in marine biology and sharks in general. I love the ocean and I always thought sharks were cool, especially after Jaws. Dinosaurs also fall into that category. What is it about being a kid that makes you like things that can swallow you whole? We may never know.

The revulsion came from the voice. Rob Stewart (which I kept thinking "Rod Stewart" for most of the watch) is unforgiveably nasal, a trait which imbues revulsion upon me from other media characters such as that one guy from Backstreet Boys who beats women and cries about it, and Seungri from Big Bang. But I can be a little bit lenient on the guy, after all he's a marine photographer and probably hasn't been through Juliard or anything to deal with his diction. Also he's from the Hat of America, which gives his voice an unusual twang that enhances the nasalness (which makes his voice give out at odd instances) but I'm being nitpicky. This is a documentary about sharks after all. I shouldn't be going after the guy who made it.

Except that, it was a lot about the guy who made it. Actually it was extremely tiresome. Complicit to this self-loving scene is the poster that they used to advertise it. There's two versions, and both put Rob Stewart in the foreground as if he was going to present us with the Free Willy of shark documentaries. It's revoltingly narcissistic. And at the end we get the culmination of an ego-trip that has begun as a slow leak from the opening scene of Rob walking across a lonely beach to a scene of a be-speedo'd Canadian filming himself cavorting with sharks, including a scene which apparently is just a shot of him swimming while holding the camera pointing at himself. For like, a really long time.

the good
All of the director/writer/producer/unnecessary speedo modeler aside, Sharkwater is a really good watch. It does bring to light some of the inequities that sharks have faced in the world at large, though it could use some more scientific backing. Most of its science comes from statistics that are printed in intervals across the length of the movie, dispelling myths about sharks were they believeable. There are very few actual authorities on the topic interviewed, however, and this shortcoming really does overall hurt the film. But as a shark enthusiast and an environmental (in-)activist (I care, but I care about say grad school right now more), I find truth to the purported facts, just presented with a bit too much of idealistic zeal. Also there are some interesting political ramifications concerning the illegal finning operations that are apparently occuring in South America, and the Sea Shepherd campaign in the area. While this becomes central to the documentary's overall timeline, it again does detract a bit from factual backing that they could have provided. But it was exciting, and a good, eye-opening piece of the overall film.

the bad
Rob Stewart, if you ever read this, take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Do that for two hours. That's pretty much what you subjected us to. Well, okay that's hyperbolic but really how are you gonna name the documentary "Sharkwater" when it's really more like "Robwater, feat. Sharks". We get it. You love sharks. We also get that you love yourself. 'Nuff said on that.

A point of contention: I'm slightly offended of the representation of the Asian culture. Sharkwater presents Asians, particularly Taiwan and Hong Kong as anachronistic dilettantes who must indulge in shark fins as status symbols and as panaceas in place of modern medicine, and that, well, simply is not true. Sure, there was that nice lady getting married who said "no shark fin soup in MY house!" but that was more like a fledgling acknowledgement that a balanced perspective when criticizing a culture must be presented. It does nothing to the broad-reaching use of words like "they" and "they're" to generalize Asians in general as robber-barons of the seas.

the final word
You love sharks? It's definitely worth the watch. Some of the ocean cinematography was gorgeous (testament to the filmmaker's true expertise), and broad sweeping melodies really capture the moment alongside within the film's soundtracks (although there are some bleeding heart ballads thrown in for gregarious effect). And while a bit hamfisted, you can believe, with a grain of salt, everything Mr. Stewart has to say about sharks.

You love Rob Stewart? Even better. Except, I didn't care for him at all, so, negative on that.

grade: C

Excellent topic, bad in execution.


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Ironically, I've joined Twitter. I think its because it's easier than posting short soundbytes on a blog. Just like this.
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Here is the reality of the world today:

If you're not connected, you don't exist.

I'm talking about Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, blogs (even one so unupdated as this one ;) and things like that.

I don't really do much on the internet other than absorb information. I don't disseminate the contents of my day because I don't feel the need to. I believe that everyone has their own things to do, own lives to live, and can take the time to observe my own. On the flip side though, I tend to find that my friends who frequent these sites not only end up repeating the same "How are you doing?" line of questioning as if I had never seen them the time before or the time before that, but also tend to assume that inactivity on the internet seems to imply inactivity in life.

So yes, friends, I am alive. I eat, I sleep, I do smart things, I do many more stupid things, and I watch for fun things to come. I wait for job interviews, I work on my manuscripts, I work out, I train, and I am quite happy with the way things are. I don't facebook for a couple of hours every day. I check my email for a grand total of one minute combined, just waiting to see if there are any relevant updates. I pay my bills on time. I have my doubts, and my worries. But that's life.

I'd like you to be a part of it. But you gotta do things my way. If you can do that, then I'll be happy to call you a friend.
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I find this article really fascinating:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31528230/ns/technology_and_science-space/

There's something about oceans thousands of miles away that just strikes a chord with that inner explorer.

Also, I have not posted in one month. Bad writer. Bad.
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This made my day.


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