I've moved.

www.taichungmonamour.blogspot.com

Hm. Been a while. April.

I accepted a job offer to work in Taiwan today to work at a PBS-ish television station in Taiwan. It's part of the TBS (Taiwan Broadcasting System) network, so it's non-profit and government owned meaning I make less money to do more work. My job doesn't even have an English title; my resume is going to get fucked after this one. I'm working on a weekly one hour English news program, writing segments, editing segments, filming segments, writing news bulletins, correcting scripts, planning and organizing interviews and get this, maintaining some sort of blog. Seriously. That was one of the tasks that was listed to me during the interview... I'm supposed to update a blog once every week. Huh? I'm still a bit apprehensive about everything. Even though I already committed verbally, I still haven't signed the contract (Yes. I need to sign a contract.) and therefore, I still have room to back out. But I don't know... maybe it's time for me to leave. I look at all these little balls of dust-like memories gathering around me and sometimes I just want to shake it all off. Maybe today, I did? It was so weird, unfathomable, surreal. It feels like I just accepted a job in LA... except, it's not in LA. It's in Taipei. Far far far away from so many of the things that I take for granted.

I need to start looking for an apartment in Taipei. A nice little cozy studio with wooden floors. A book shelf in the corner. A bed. A desk for my stuff. A small balcony. If I don't back out... I'm going to be living in Taipei in my own apartment, taking the Taipei MTR (MRT?) to and from work, explaining to everyone I meet I can't read Chinese so they're going to have to order for me, teaching English on the weekends, taking pictures everywhere I go, learning how to use AVID... I start September 15th. How did we end up where we all ended up? Let's see what happens.

First rough cut of my editing reel. Suggestions, critiques, advice? All will be duly appreciated as I plan to make my livelihood with these demos, so the stronger I can make it, the better.

Long time.

- Sold myself to the lowest bidder. It's official. I'm rotting away in the most inner circle of hell. I'm an informercial director.
- Things didn't work out with Anna. I think we both figured it wouldn't work out anyway, so that's that.
- Deciding on whether to take a gig in Taiwan. Offer came, waiting for reply. It would be nice to get out of here. Really, it would... but so so so many cons to the job.
- Turned down a commercial for ethical reasons. Accused of being rich. Didn't think I had any morals left.
- Craving some more of The Wire. 5 seasons is not enough for the greatest television show ever created.
- Really really really fucking tired.

Shaq is like that ex girlfriend who keeps coming back to haunt you. But this time, she came back and there's already someone else in your life, sexier, more energetic, more intelligent, funnier and can sink free throws. And now you look at her (Shaq) and you just feel sorry, like "damn... I hope the best for her cause she's gone downhill ever since..." Lakers are taking it within the next two seasons, if not this season. Hot damn.