Archive for the 'Ephentertainment' Category

14
Apr
10

A Spectacularly Sad Situation

Alright. I’m giving in. I’ve already talked this one into the ground with my close friends, but I decided this morning that I would share it with those of you who, by some miracle, have avoided all the internet “head shakes” and “laugh-out-louds” surrounding this music video.

I present to you: Kiely Williams (of former “Cheetah Girl” and “3LW” fame) and her first single, “Spectacular,” off of her new solo venture.

NOTE: This video is NSFW… Or really for any environment involving respectable people.

First of all, yuck. Everything about that song and video felt like I imagine a night with a hooker would… unfulfilling and regrettable. Second, what in the world is going on here? I understand the jump that so many artists who have catered to younger crowds attempt to make in order to break into the world of “mature” music. But making that jump and jumping the shark are two entirely different things. If it was internet fame she wanted, however, it was internet fame she got. Even Kiely’s harshest critics are, no doubt, anxiously waiting to devour her next single–and probably hoping somewhere deep down inside that it’s twice as objectionable as the first. And Kiely’s response to the critics?

“I am an actor and performer. I have been so since my first role in a television pilot at five years old. I played a character when I was a “Cheetah Girl.” I am playing a character in the music video for the song “Spectacular,” as I did in the “Cheetah Girl” movies. Young women across the country get intoxicated and have unprotected sex. That’s a fact. I recorded the song to bring attention to this frighteningly prevalent activity. It is absurd to infer or suggest that I am condoning this behavior.

Are Lady Gaga and Beyonce advocating murder with the “Telephone” video? Of, course not. Was Rihanna encouraging suicide with “Russian Roulette?” No. Was Madonna suggesting that young unmarried girls get pregnant with “Papa Don’t Preach?” I don’t think so. Is Academy Award winner Monique a proponent of incest because of her portrayal of Mary in the movie “Precious.” Clearly, the answer is no.

I wrote “Spectacular” and made the video to bring attention to a serious women’s health and safety issue.
Please don’t shoot the messenger.”

I mean, sure. If you feel that way, Kiely. But you forgot to mention the fact that it’s also just a pretty awful song/video. (When I first saw it, I thought it was an SNL spoof)

I’m not so much disappointed in Kiely as I am disgusted. I was never a fan of hers to begin with, so I don’t feel the betrayal that some of her followers probably did when they saw that she abandoned her traditional “girl power” mode. Or maybe some will see this video is a testament to girl power. I mean hey, a lady who gets what she wants must be in some type of control of a situation in which a nameless man scoops her up and takes her home to his place– even while shes under the intoxication of alcohol and possible drugs. Right? Right. However you want to see it, here it is in front of you– raw and uncut, like a pile of fish heads on a nickel-plated platter. Dig in, if that’s your thing. I think they’re considered a delicacy somewhere.

Here are the lyrics below:

Last night I was drunk
I don’t remember much
But what’d I do? Constant pictures
Thats how going I was
But he was tall and he was buying
So I gave him a trying
Said he was like a stallion
And the man wasn’t lying
Last I remember I was face down
Ass up clothes off broke off dozed off
Even though I’m not sure of his name
He could get it again if he wanted
Cause the sex was spectacular
The sex was spectacular (yeaaah)
The sex was spectacular
The sex was spectacular

So it was the morning after

I couldn’t get home faster

Doing the walk of shame

In the same clothes from yesterday
I think he pulled a track out
When he was blowing my back out
What was I drinking
I cant believe I blacked out

Last I remember I was face down
Ass up clothes off broke off dozed off
Even though I’m not sure of his name
He could get it again if he wanted

Cause the sex was spectacular
The sex was spectacular (yeaaah)
The sex was spectacular
The sex was spectacular

You can say what you want but
You can call me a slut but
What he did to me last night felt so good
I must have been on drugs
I hope he used a rubber
Or I’mma be in trouble
Promise I don’t remember
Except for
Give it to me give it to me
Ooh baby what a ride ride
Oh ride ride

So smooth like it beats
I like the heat
Ooh baby what a night night
Right right

Cause the sex was spectacular
The sex was spectacular (yeaaah)
The sex was spectacular
The sex was spectacular

13
Apr
10

He Just Did…Sort of.

This weekend, Tiger Woods made a hesitant return to the green under the competing spotlights of the media and the baking Augusta sun at the 74th Masters Tournament in Georgia. After a stellar start on Thursday, Woods’ five months of down-time may have caught up to his keenness on the course.  Placing fourth on Sunday– five strokes behind winner Phil Mickelson– Woods claimed that he “made too many mistakes,” and that his efforts to regain a foothold were ultimately “unsuccessful.” In reference to a few poor shots, Woods added that “these are not things I normally do. So I’m not going to be smiling and not going to be happy.” Woods has won four Masters Tournaments in the past.

It has always been impossible to tell by focusing on Tiger’s “game face” whether he is sad, happy, or in the least bit emotional about his game. It is only after sinking tough shots that spectators are able to witness Wood’s overwhelming display of accomplishment. Alternately, when he falls short, Wood’s frustration leaks from his pores like the sweat on his face.  As of late, especially, the media circus surrounding Wood’s marital infidelity have landed him in front of even more camera lenses than before, and it seems as though everybody has a different take on how Tiger “should” be handling his personal issues, or how his expression “should” appear on the cover of so many tabloids. Either way, since Woods recognized the relentlessness of the press months ago, he has opted to attempt speaking for himself on a number of occasions in an attempt to suffocate a few of the flames.

Tiger’s latest move? An endorsement with Nike in the form of a television advertisement that has everybody feeling some way or another about it. Just in case you haven’t seen the commercial, here it is:

The voice you hear is an audio excerpt from an interview with Tiger’s late father, who passed away four years ago. Earl Woods coached Tiger exclusively during his beginning years in the sport, and grew to be his lifetime mentor and inspiration. In this commercial, a deceased Woods appears to provide posthumous questioning concerning the unnamed issues in his son’s personal life.

I won’t say whether or not I “approve” of the advertisement, simply because it is effective beyond its actual content in a way that Nike has seemingly perfected. Regardless of whether Woods is taking a selfish approach by misappropriating the words of his deceased father while simultaneous making money off of a supposedly serious issue, or simply displaying vulnerability with the help of a Nike marketing scheme, this commercial is powerful. Unsettling, even.

For as long as I can remember, Nike has been uncannily good at making television spots that we watch from beginning to end. For the 30 to 60 second window of a commercial, Nike transforms the whole world of sports into a thing of epic proportion, and athletes into modern-day deities of Grecian caliber. And the thing is, Nike rarely uses these commercials to push any specific product.  They’re all about branding– in hopes of finding a permanent spot in the universe’s collective conscience. I compiled a few of my favorite Nike adds here. What do you think?

LaDainian Tomlinson and Troy Polamalu’s fates collide. Great concept and feel. This might as well be a movie preview.

Incredible editing. Synchronized to “Ali in the Jungle” by the Hours. Powerfully motivating stuff.

Any commercial featuring the GOAT doing what he did beat is classic. This is just one of many Nike ads featuring Jordan, but I chose it because of its speechlessness. Nike loves to let the subject of their commercials tell a story with little to no narration.

More MJ. Years after Gatorade’s “Be Like Mike” campaign, the world still wants to live the dream.

I think this one aired during a Superbowl in the last three or four years. Clever and lighthearted, Nike shows us its humorous side with this one.

Last but not least, a classic featuring MJ and Spike Lee from 1991. This one’s got plenty of dialogue, but it’s all for a good cause. I mean, it’s the shoes.

Did I leave any off this list that I should have mentioned? Do you have a personal favorite?

07
Apr
10

Blogtalkradio – Social Media Edge

This morning, as I was wrapping up my routine browsing of web favorites, I ventured into the world of blogtalkradio in search of an interesting broadcast. I scrolled through the various descriptions of shows featuring such topics as politics, fitness, national news, and hollywood gossip, but eventually settled on a show listed in the “popular” secition called Social Media Edge.

The show is described as an investigation of social media, new media, online marketing, search engine optimization, tips-tricks-tweaks-tools and more. It is co-hosted by Jason Crouch and Ken Cook with tech reporter Mike Mueller and airs every Tuesday at Noon Eastern. Every week, Crouch and Cook invite personalities from the industry to phone in and speak on any number of subjects. The conversation is intelligent and progressive, and, show by recent broadcasts, addresses current and relevant internet content. It is especially geared toward the integration of social media into marketing for almost any industry, and expanding the idea of using more interactive internet platforms to reach consumers.

This week’s episode features Bryan Person, founder of Social Media Breakfast, a breakfast and networking series that has spread to 40 cities outside of Boston where it originated. Crouch and Cook gave Person the floor for a majority of the show, asking him to speak on how to launch a business marketing plan online. He described what he saw as the most effective process for initial penetration of the internet world–beginning with a basic domain with a catchy title, and eventually moving towards a synchronized blog or twitter page. He spoke on his experience with using Twitter and Facebook to initiate the process of networking and organizing, but not limiting communication to these platforms, or abandoning the fundamental importance of face-to-face report-building.

Person also spoke on the success of his Breakfasts, and told a few stories about the more recent events.

Clocking in at an hour, I was impressed by the amount of information that the hosts were able to cover. I felt as though the dialogue between the guest and the hosts was technical, yet not so dense that the average social media user could not tune in and quickly get up to speed on the topic. The guests, as with this weeks show, are valuable and have experience beyond everyday exposure to social media platforms, and discuss tips and tricks in a fashion practical enough for any listener with internet access to use.

My only criticism of this week’s broadcast is that, at first, the show began sluggishly, with the hosts chattering about sidebar topics or inside experiences. The interruption and overuse of cliche “radio show soundbites and effects” gave the show a meandering feel at first. And finally, at the conclusion of the episode, only one caller was able to phone in and offer an observation and/or ask a question, and this was after the host had left the line already.

Those points aside, I would highly suggest this show to anyone interested in taking the social media platform into a more lucrative realm or attempting to conduct serious networking through websites like Facebook, Twitter, or Foursqaure.

Catch the live broadcast of Social Media Edge next week on Tuesday, right here.

07
Apr
10

NBA Jam 2010. On fire.

Get as ready as you’ll ever be. This is going to be gold.

31
Mar
10

Fudging It

Early this week, the following video divebombed the Youtubesphere, triggering a wide array of responses. The clip depicts what appears to be an elementary school reenactment of the final scene from Brian De Palma’s bloody cult classic remake of the 1932 film, Scarface. Lasting only a little over 2 minutes, the actors, all ages 7-10 drop a slew of fudge-bombs, lock and load Nerf rifles, and sit behind mounds of popcorn-flavored cocaine, all before the main character, a short, wide-eyed Al Pacino Jr. “dies” in a hail of imaginary bullets. An audience of proud parents and teachers erupt in applause.

Shocked? You should be. But not because these children have been encouraged to portray such violence and immorality–but because, according to Marc Klasfeld who staged this viral video fiasco, children are exposed to this type of thing daily in the media.

The video is a fake, but is intended to bring about real conversation concerning the content that young children are subjected to while watching television and playing video games. The debate is ongoing, but most commonly fizzles in an indictment of the poor parenting which allows negative images to permeate the household in the first place. However, Klasfeld, with two young children of his own, thinks that presenting “evidence” in this way will truly stir the pot. It is a bold approach.

I’m torn between whether or not this display will truly aid in conversation or simply serve as a media spectacle in itself. Will its message be lost in the sensational delivery? What do you all think?

31
Mar
10

Exposed

Erykah Badu’s music video for her first single, “Window Seat” off of her latest album, New Amerykah Part Two (Return of the Ankh), finds her playing the role of nude neo-soul victim to a grassy knoll crime. The word “Groupthink” appears in purple at the conclusion of the video to provide the viewer a glimpse into the grim consequences of collectivism and the tragic end to Badu’s nakedness it can yield. Watch below. (Video contains nudity)

Introducing the video is a title screen reading “Inspired by Matt and Kim.” Below is the video referenced. It accompanies a song called “Lessons Learned,” from the duo’s 2009 album entitled, Grand. (Video contains nudity)

Honestly, my only reactions are these:

1) Congratulations to both artists for keeping production costs low.

2) How far does an “inspired by” disclaimer go when one video is practically identical to the source material?

Don’t get me wrong–I like you, Erykah. I’m just curious.

31
Mar
10

Freaknik Pt. 2

Ladies and Gentlemen, in case you missed it earlier this month, Freaknik–in all its cartoonish lewdness– has returned! Thanks to the good (and indulgently twisted) people over at Cartoon Network’s Adult Swim, the ultimate Spring Break celebration has landed square in almost every living room with basic cable or household with internet access across the country. Hosted by a handful of hip hop’s most outspoken and outrageous voices, the broadcast, which actually aired early this month, is now available in its entirety on the adult swim website.

I missed the original airing of “Freaknik: The Musical” but  recently watched it online. From a historical standpoint, you’d be better off learning about the origins of the original Black Spring Break by reading my last post. It’s pretty good, if I may say so myself. But from a pure entertainment standpoint, those of you who don’t mind unabashed ignorance, blaxploitation, depictions of Jesus-like figures voiced by incarcerated rappers, and a television event most likely as ludicrous as the Freaknik celebration itself, will find yourselves truly enjoying this one.

Coming in at a full hour, the cartoon is definitely not meant to be taken as a serious investigation into any aspect of black culture–other than the fact that we like to laugh too. However, the attention that  some websites have brought to the broadcast have shed a more political light on the comedy, claiming that the show was misguided and insensitive. The New York Times even took a minute to acknowledge the musical, giving a somewhat objective review of the rowdiness that took place on television screens during the March 4th broadcast.

My own personal review of “Freaknik: The Musical” is short and simple. It could have been a little bit longer to include more of the actual Freaknik celebration, and sometimes the cheap, racially-charged jokes fell a little flat. But a cause for alarm? I say no. Unless that alarm is the signaling for part two of Freaknik in April… I could bear to listen to a few more original T-Pain melodies introducing me to the “party 101” classroom.

Here’s a short promo. The official trailer was a little more explicit than what I wanted to include in this post…. yeah yeah yeah, here you go.

24
Mar
10

Art & Life pt. 1

And so, ladies and gentlemen, we encounter the timeless debate yet again in the year 2010. It’s one that seems to emerge every five or so years, generally revolving around the introduction of some new submission into the world of mass media that seems to catch everyone’s attention at once. This, my friends, is the issue of  ‘art and life’–and which begets the other.

As humans–and especially Americans–we spend a substantial amount of our lifetimes looking to be entertained. When we were younger, it seemed almost our sole purpose on this planet. From our first experience with a television set, radio, or any other media platform, we have been perpetually seeking the next all-engrossing distraction from the universal “mediocrity” of our daily lives. The mass media is well-aware of our own desires, and have been pushing the capabilities of technology to match our outlandish imaginations.

The race between what exists in the deepest corners of our minds and the tools that talented people have created to bring these thoughts to life have lead to what we call art. There is no doubt that popular entertainment is a form of art. It is objective whether one determines something like a film or a video game to be high or low art–but as long as the definition of art is self-expression, there is no reason why these vehicles should be overlooked.

At the end of last year, acclaimed filmmaker James Cameron introduced the world of Avatar to audiences across the world. The film, which would go on to break records as the highest grossing film of all time, also garnered nine Academy Award nominations. Needless to say, when Avatar, a film over ten years in the making, swooped into theaters on the wings of little more than imagination–and $237 million budget devoted extensively to CGI effects–the world watched.

Cameron revealed during the release of his film, that in the nineties, when he had initially hoped to produce Avatar, the “necessary technology” had not yet been invented to bring his world to life. Now, at the head of a new decade some fifteen years later, we have this–among other pieces of “entertainment art”–which have taken full advantage of recent technology to bring an out-of-this-world-and-into-another experience to reality.  At the heart of it all, however, is the human desire to actually become an active participant in our own imaginations. Entertainment reflects this by offering a more and more sensational and all-encompassing journey which injects the spectator with each new vehicle created.

This is the vital point at which the blurred line between our methods of escape from reality and the manifestation of our imagined reality exists. Does art begin to imitate life or does life imitate art? Evidence will forever be inconclusive, but the accounts of those witnesses who continue to take the stand are compelling, to say the least.

“Ever since I went to see ‘Avatar’ I have been depressed. Watching the wonderful world of Pandora and all the Na’vi made me want to be one of them. I can’t stop thinking about all the things that happened in the film and all of the tears and shivers I got from it,” Mike posted. “I even contemplate suicide thinking that if I do it I will be rebirthed in a world similar to Pandora and the everything is the same as in ‘Avatar.’ “

“I wasn’t depressed myself. In fact the movie made me happy ,” Baghdassarian said. “But I can understand why it made people depressed. The movie was so beautiful and it showed something we don’t have here on Earth. I think people saw we could be living in a completely different world and that caused them to be depressed.”

“That’s all I have been doing as of late, searching the Internet for more info about ‘Avatar.’ I guess that helps. It’s so hard I can’t force myself to think that it’s just a movie, and to get over it, that living like the Na’vi will never happen. I think I need a rebound movie,” Elequin posted.

“When I woke up this morning after watching Avatar for the first time yesterday, the world seemed … gray. It was like my whole life, everything I’ve done and worked for, lost its meaning,” Hill wrote on the forum. “It just seems so … meaningless. I still don’t really see any reason to keep … doing things at all. I live in a dying world.”

According to a CNN report which investigates a the phenomenon they’ve coined the “Avatar blues,” a the fan forum site called “Avatar Forums” includes a topic thread entitled “Ways to cope with the depression of the dream of Pandora being intangible.” Since the movie’s debut, more than 1,000 posts have appeared, referencing depression or offering therapeutic advice in connection to Avatar.

After seeing this report, my only question was whether this “post-avatar ” depression held some type of truth in my immediate environment. When I watched the movie, for instance, I was indeed taken by Cameron’s mastery of special effects and the temptation of experiencing the fantastic world of Pandora all over again in 3-D. The 2½-hour run-time of the film did not feel quite as drawn out as it did a necessary span of time to encompass a world as enormous as Avatar’s. Though I saw nothing revolutionary at the heart of the storyline, the method through which it was portrayed created a transcendent experience. I admit–I even got a little choked up at one point. But depressed? I was far from it.

I asked a classmate for his reaction to the film.

All in all, it seems as though this movie, like any other piece of art or entertainment intended to illicit an emotional reaction from an audience has done its job. However, unlike any other film before it, Avatar has set a new standard for the movie experience. Cameron may have taken a leap beyond what the logical progression of modern film might dictate. For this reason, it was this film, in particular, that set world records, racked up Academy Award nominations, and caused such a stirring of emotion in its viewers. Avatar will not be the only film of its kind, however, and people realize this. It was, perhaps, a peek into the future of science fiction and fantasy, and a cinema experience presented in a way that truly taps into the deepest corners of our imagination.

I haven’t come across any reputable stories which have linked a confirmed suicide to viewing of the film Avatar. If ever a manifesto did surface referencing Cameron’s masterpiece as the catalyst for the taking of one’s own life, I’m sure a news organization would jump all over the opportunity to report it.

So is the discussion worth having? I think so. Every so often, I feel that it is important to check our pulse as human beings. One of the most telling indicators of our vivacity is the art that we create. Human expression is a testament to the fact that people are dreaming, creating, and generally taking advantage of their time here on Earth to leave an impression in other’s minds of their take on this thing called life. Whether or not one person can express themselves in a way that is solely responsible for driving another to act in any way is impossible to determine.

Maybe the nature of art is too similar to life to be distinguished… Or maybe life is all just one big collage of experiences that people like James Cameron are better at conveying than others. In my opinion, the only true answer can be found by experiencing them both–and allowing that shared experience to constantly reveal new worlds to you. And in 3-D, if possible.

22
Mar
10

Freaknik Pt. 1

I posted a while back on the origins of one of America’s fondest snapshots of youth– Spring Break. I explored the history of what our country overwhelmingly considers the young adult’s version of the Spring Break experience. However, it is safe to say that just as individual taste varies, certain people will find that the beach-bodied party scene just isn’t their cup of tea. For those individuals, there are alternative options– some involving spending time with family, others involving travel to not-so-hot spots for volunteer work, or others involving nothing but the usual 9-5 grind.

In whatever form or fashion any one person experiences Spring Break, I was reminded recently that as I attempted to summarize the college-aged Spring Break experience, I overlooked an especially unique group that I share much in common with–as well as the influential history of their special Spring Break celebration in American culture.

I’m talking about the tale of the first Black Spring Break, and the story of Atlanta Georgia’s Freaknik.

The story of Freaknik begins in the year 1982, as little more than a small picnic near the Atlanta University Reading Center. The event, which was initially sponsored by the DC Metro Club was designed to provide a day of rest and relaxation near mid-terms for Atlanta University Center students. It also existed as an outlet for students who could not leave the city during Spring Break to relieve their stress by congregating and enjoy themselves.

In the following years, the event gained popularity. Initially, business grew for the city during the early Spring months– especially during the third weekend in April when what came to be known as the official “Freaknik” celebration kicked off. The festivities consisted of dancing, partying, drinking, and general youthful rowdiness. By the early nineties, however, Atlanta had begun to recognize the city-wide party as a potential threat to public safety. Although there were attempts each year to organize some type of controlled event, the sheer amount of under-aged party-goers and reckless public behavior lead to the city law enforcement being called to high alert every April. Traffic alone during the last week of April gridlocked the city and made it almost impossible for emergency vehicles to negotiate the city.

In 1992, the number of young people descending upon the city of Atlanta for Freaknik exceeded 200,000. Independent vendors sold t-shirts and paraphernalia commemorating the event. Community basketball games, private parties, and even a city-sponsored career fair came together in an effort to bring more organization and substance to the weekend of public lewdness. These efforts were defeated when scattered reports of sexual assault arose, accompanied by the open debasing and harassment of women in the street. Plenty of picture and video footage were captured by eager young people who arrived ready to document the sexuality of the scene.

In 1994, the Freaknik celebration reached an attendance of over 400,000 people. The Atlanta Police Department reacted by cracking down on delinquency and drastically increasing their presence. Road blocks were also erected to divert traffic towards the outskirts of the city.  The career fair and other organized activities were either flop or cancelled, and it became evident that visitors to Atlanta during the Freaknik season were in the city for no other reason than to party and have fun. At the same time, community-driven faux titles such as the “Freedom Festival”  and “Black Cultural Celebration” gave way to the underlying freakiness that had become synonymous with the word “Freaknik.”

After the Olympics came to Atlanta in the summer of 1996, city officials decided that Freaknik had to go. The next three years lead to a more and more frustrating experience for anxious partygoers during the month of April. The city of Atlanta began requiring permits and extensive paperwork for promoters attempting to fuel the celebration. The police department also showed in full force that it would not stand for reckless behavior in the city streets. Once again, roadblocks turned traffic into the city more of a hassle than a necessary evil for its youthful visitors. As a result, numbers–especially those of the female population–dwindled. College students opted to travel outside of the city to locations in Florida and Texas where events hosted by popular black Greek organizations thrived.

In 1999, the Freaknik party monster met its demise. Attendance was low and city officials were on high alert. According to some witnesses, the year’s Freaknik was dubbed a “Freak-not.”

Below is video footage of Freaknik in both the late and early nineties. They provide two separate snapshots of Atlanta during the third week of April–one from a spectators point of a view and the other from the street-level experience.

Today’s Black Spring Break is not far removed from its majority counterpart. Celebrations across the country and along the sandy beaches of the world’s most famous hot-spots provide equal opportunity for the liberated lifestyle that so many young people wish to visit during the weeks of early Spring. However, the unique history of Freaknik is one that defines a point in time when Americas Black youth let their freaky side show to a extent that turned Atlanta, Georgia into the one and only place to be during the third week of April, and gave birth to the drunken legend known as a “Freaknik.”

Will the spirit of Freaknik ever be resurrected?

15
Mar
10

Spring Break

Spring Break 2010 has officially ended for yours truly. It arrived with all the fanfare of blasting car stereos and the booming voices of DJ’s encouraging binge drinking over blaring sound systems and left with all the grace of a sleep-deprived 14-hour drive back the to 757 from Panama City, FL. Over the course of five days, my friends and I experienced the many sights and sounds of what many have come to call the traditional Spring Break. As we drifted along the sun-bleached sands of the Gulf Coast, it became apparent that Panama City is one of the season’s best-kept secrets. Far from the more popular tourist hot spots like Miami or the Tampa Bay area, Panama City offers resort getaways for less-than resort prices. Finding a nice spot right on the oceanfront is not a difficult task either, as there is an abundance of hotels ranging in luxury and price and almost all providing easy access to the gulf.

As far as attractions go, all that young people like myself have to look for is a decently-priced party package offered by the clubs and bars along the strip. During the day, many of these spots operate as bars and restaurants with immediate beach access and offer free shows from local and visiting artists. In the late afternoon and evening, they transform into a sandy, multi-decked night clubs with a little something for everyone.

Here I am featured in this short clip below with my vacation party from back home. The quality isn’t great, but you won’t need hi-definition to see how crystal clear the water is.




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