I was shot down because of experience again. I seriously don’t know how I am ever going to get into this field unless I work for free abroad somewhere. I think that is the path I am going to have to take. The parents won’t like it, but it is going to have to happen if I want to stay in this industry.
Live and learn and try again. That’s all I can do, right? Do not dwell on failure.
Martha Matthews was surprised I even got an interview the first time around. That must mean I went pretty far and should be proud of that at least.
So much for trying to blog every day. I wanted to start up again to train my writing for perhaps future writing-related careers. But it is just so easy to rest on complacency and just settle for what you already have instead of fighting the good fight. Ugh. Self-loathing.
Man, my head is killing me because I got too much sleep. Although, I did have a very trippy dream about going to Vancouver in another dimension. Here’s the narration of what I remember:
Me and a small group of friends (those who I haven’t seen in a long while actually) needed to find a plane to catch up with other aircrafts in other to get off this secluded island. We ended up finding this large drill-like machine and decided to use that one instead. I think in the back of our heads, we fully knew that it was going to be either some type of time machine or something along those lines. As we began to fly it, we flew alongside a regular plane for scale and then began piercing the sky and leaping into another dimension. Being transported through a tunnel, we ended up on the other side above a large body of water and we made a water landing near the coast. After some observation, we knew we had arrived in Vancouver on a sunny day…in another dimension.
Everything physical and geographical was the same (more-less). My cohorts in dimensional transport off the top of my head were: John Wang and Kate Wong from high school. There were a bunch of old faces that I have not seen in a long while, I wonder why my subconscious made them my party members. We rested at this cafe and discussed our situation, and I, with my inquisitive nature, decided to go exploring the city and speaking with the people. For some reason, I found that a lot of other friends who I have not seen since high school or middle school were lining the street as street vendors or passers by. For some reason, this did not surprise me, but I knew that they did not recognize me. Perhaps I had not met them in this dimension, but I knew who each of them were.
I thought to myself, this world could be so slightly deviant that all things could be the same but the interactions between people that I had come to know in my previous life would be altered. I spoke to this random guy on the street and asked him for directions for a location that I knew, but he described something entirely different from what I knew. That was a tiny scene that got me thinking about the concepts of slight deviation.
One of the more memorable scenes was me attempting to call my mother. She picked up and had no idea who I was and eventually hung up on me. It was kind of sad, but very intriguing for me to observe such a situation and how stark this new dimension was.
Walking along the street even more, I got into a tube and started flowing down a river going through the middle of the city. Vancouver began looking more like a Thai river town at this point. I looked up at a balcony and saw John Wang on the cafe balcony sitting at the same spot I left him hours ago. I also saw Kate also sitting somewhere along the riverbank. Though as my lazy river journey progressed, I turned around to see Tony Fong and he ended up recognizing me first. He called out my name, and I began expressing how surprised I was to have him recognize me. As we both continued along, I found more people who recognized me and greeted me – that was interesting and I wanted to learn more about the history of this world.
I ended up getting on Tony’s main form of transportation, a large red ball in which you bounce on to travel. We started bouncing through the mall, up some stairs, through some doors, etc. I found out that a lot of the Vancouver residents were going to Whistler for the weekend because of some sporting event that was going to be badly covered on the media. I said to Tony that if everyone were going to Whistler then no one would be able to hear the broadcasters any way. But we just left it at that. I told him I wanted to see some more touristy sights and we bounced along this futuristic street tinted with a bright orange sky. It felt very Las Vegas like in the 80’s — aand at this point I woke up!
I woke up with a killer headache. And I felt the immediate need to blog about it before I forgot. So, here it is. There needs to be a lot of revision, but I just wanted to get my thoughts out in writing at rapid pace. As I reflect on it, what an interesting world that was. I wish I will be able to revisit in other dreams, but I will not be holding my breath. So fascinating however. I love going back to familiar worlds which I have dreamed about before. They are like mini-vacations where anything I want can happen. Twas a good place and memory.
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I have to get back in the habit of blogging every day to exercise my writing ability. Who taught me that creativity is like a rubber band that needs to be stretched? I forgot, but that is the mentality that I will have to readopt and play into my every day life now in order to succeed in the career path that I have chosen. In actuality, I hope that my rubber band won’t snap – that would suck.
This entry is going to be random as usual as I do not have anything in particular to discuss. I am just letting things flow off my mind like mental vomit. I am just trying to, yep, reestablish that blogging every day habit.
Actually! I was going through some of my old websites to add them to my portfolio when I came across some extremely old blog entries from 2003. I can hardly believe that I have been keeping the ‘crabinfested’ title alive since 1999. The name sprang from a classroom argument with two of my friends at the time. Emiliano Erlich was his name, and back then, he was extremely volatile and sought to tick everybody off just for fun. He ended up poking insults at this girl named Elisha and she ended up calling him a, “CRAB INFESTED BIATCH!!!” Hahaha. Good times. I could not stop laughing at the thought of such a random conjunction of words that I had to apply it to a new website that I was making. At the time, I did not yet realize the link between crabs and genital infections – so if I had known that – perhaps I would have reconsidered. ~ Ah well! All in all, twas the birth of ‘crabinfested’ as well as my perpetual blogging.
Today, you can still access it at http://crabinfested.cjb.net, but it will just redirect you to my professional website which can also be accessed here: http://www.wix.com/pboupha/pboupha. Although life changes and the site no longer has any blog entries on it, I never plan on closing the site down and will keep it alive for tradition and nostalgia sake. If you ever lose touch with me, search out something crabinfested and we will be able to reconnect. REMEMBER THAT! At least until after 2012 when the world ends, but that is another entry entirely.
Today I went Downtown to get my watch fixed, and as I exited the Westlake tunnel I saw JR Celski and Roberto Carcelen!!! Girlish scream — I took pics. They actually look more normal in person, less Herculean as Olympians are imagined to be.
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