Just Move

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This is my dream. But isn't it everyone else's too?

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Robot Love

(source: Contagious Magazine)

I just came across this short film by Spike Jonze (sponsored by Absolut Vodka, oh yeah) called I'm Here. He made it after doing Where the Wild Things Are. I just thought it to be quite a sweet coincidence because I just decided to get off the internet and start reading some old magazines I bought a while back (old as in more than a year ago so I bought it for 5 bucks). This particular one I bought, Dazed & Confused, had Tilda Swinton on the cover and I just thought it would be really interesting. And I was right. There're some awesome stuff to read in this magazine.
Anyway, there was an article about I'm Here and I thought to myself, damn I forgot to watch this the other day. So I did this ugly thing I usually don't do and that is to read a sort-of review of a movie/short film before actually watching it. It turned out to be not too bad.
About the film, I felt like it was a world where robots were made but weren't appreciated enough. I guess it's just like how some of us are today, with mobile phones and computers. We just take them for granted and when they're broken we just buy another. Maybe it could be the same for people as well. Taking others for granted because you get too comfortable with them and expect them to 'perform' a certain way, at a certain level.
I think Andrew Garfield (mainly his voice) was the perfect fit. Just perfect.
Sometimes I prefer not to over think on the message of a movie/short film.
I'm Here is about love. Robot love.

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My own Shark Week

(source)

I know it's not shark week or anything but this shouldn't be talked about only during shark week. Something needs to be done. I want to be a part of something, anything, to help stop this.


I just watched in horror a video of Gordon Ramsay's show on shark-finning. I couldn't do much but just burst into tears, shamelessly. I didn't want to finish watching it but I forced myself. I have already stopped eating shark's fin soup for many years (I'm gonna guess around 10) and even now when they tell me "Oh, it's fake, it's just crab meat. There's no shark's fin in this soup, really", I respectfully decline.
What I didn't realize is that in China/Taiwan/Hong Kong/China towns around the world, there are restaurants who serve real shark's fin soup for a fortune. And people pay with mouths wide open.
I don't know for sure but Ramsay says the shark's fin soup doesn't taste special at all. There's no real taste. What you're probably tasting is the soup and the shark's fin could be just a piece of any other meat or just plain noodles for all you know.
The worst part is when Ramsay (invading personal space, I have to admit) asked the customers about the inhumane practice of shark-finning, they just plainly said they did not understand the situation. Basically, they just admitted on television that they were a couple of ignorant people. But in this case I have to say ignorance is not bliss.
There are shops out there who are selling thousands of sharks' fins. Thousands.
These sharks, even baby sharks, are just finned and thrown back to sea to die. Because it's not worth it to have the whole body of the shark. People need to survive and this is how they make their money.
But it's definitely one of the worst ways to earn a living. I cringe watching on video. I can't imagine how Ramsay could just be right there watching them fin these defenseless creatures - alive, their poor bodies are still moving after their fins are cut off - then throw them back into the water, blood-drained and all.
I wish shark-finning would be made illegal. Banned. But then I know, in my heart, that it won't stop this atrocity. Just like drugs. People still get a hold of them. Just like alcohol in the 20s. Moonshine.
I'm very afraid shark's fin soup is going to be another 'moonshine'. My idealistic side is hoping this can be stopped and forgotten forever. To hell with tradition and what-not. Your ancestors are dead and gone. Deal with it. Create new traditions and memories for goodness' sake. Damn.
Please stop eating shark's fin soup. I'm feeling bad enough that I'm finding it hard to give up fish and chicken sometimes.
I'm feeling mighty useless right now.

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Ponder

Here's to a good and productive Sunday. Sending positive love-filled vibrations out to the world.

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mission statement

Schoolbus Still-Life by Loree

I have a mission for Sunday: CHORES. I am going to do some serious housework tomorrow if that's the last thing I do. 

How dramatic was that?

Anyway I was just thinking about how I always neglect taking care of myself because of the worst reason in the world. I'm lazy. Yes. I'm actually lazy to slap on some moisturizer after a bath, sometimes. And sometimes, after taking off my makeup (which is such a feat for me), I forget to put on some moisturizer. It's always that moisturizer factor. And I have grown quite tired of me being so uninterested in myself. If I'm not interested in myself, how am I going to expect anyone else to be? I don't mean I want to attract boys or anything. Just anyone. I am that person who believes that if you know you look good enough, you feel good and there's some good positive vibes right there. With that, I believe you will be able to attract people with your presence and confidence and yeah you'll have to know how to make good conversation.

I don't know about you but I guess that's how I am. If I'm being very self-conscious about myself, I'm not going to even look confident, let alone be confident mentally.

One more thing. I can't seem to start writing anything besides ranting in this blog. I've lost touch. But I promise myself that I'm still going to try. I have some ideas for a story I just need to start writing. I have this problem where I cannot use Microsoft Word. It's like a really bad relationship we have. Even when I had lots of assignments to do. I just couldn't bring myself to open that program and start typing. Maybe it's the typing.

Maybe it's because it looks so empty I have no idea how to fill it up. Man, do I make the worst painter ever (that's something I thought I would try to pick up too. One can dream). 

You see how I can go on and on? I just can't seem to give you a nice story. It's always patches of things. Like a patchwork quilt.

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