The short version

I never outgrew the things people sometimes expect adults to put away. I still love anime, K-pop, gaming, books, deep lore, ridiculous theories, fictional politics, character analysis, and the moment a story reveals that the tiny detail from six chapters ago was absolutely not an accident. Growing older did not make those interests smaller. It gave me more lenses through which to examine them.

Military intelligence taught me to look for patterns, missing information, incentives, second-order effects, and the difference between what someone says and what the evidence can support. Motherhood taught me that people rarely behave like clean case studies. East Asian influences, MRT (Master Resilience Training), and the Confucian and Buddhist questions I carry shape how I think about duty, consequence, balance, family, harm, compassion, and personal responsibility.

That combination explains CVM Sekai better than a polished corporate biography ever could. I can enjoy the glitter, choreography, fight scene, romance, joke, or dramatic reveal while also asking what it says about power, culture, family, labor, identity, and the systems operating behind the curtain.

The military chapter

I retired from the Army Reserve as an E-8, Master Sergeant, after 24 years of service. I deployed three times. Two overseas deployments supported Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation Inherent Resolve. My stateside deployment supported Operation Enduring Freedom through a reachback joint intelligence operations mission involving the Army, NSA, and CENTCOM.

I served in military intelligence and held a Top Secret clearance. Translation for the civilian side: the Army trusted me with serious information because I could think, analyze, and keep my mouth shut. I am smart. I am also panda lazy. Those facts coexist just fine. I work hard when the mission matters, and I refuse to waste energy pretending busywork is important.

I am not turning this page into a war story or a résumé. The part that matters here is what the work left behind. I plan before I move. I notice gaps. I ask who benefits, who carries the risk, and what happens after the impressive speech ends. I still use military phrases without warning. I still organize creative chaos like somebody might inspect it. I still treat a broken website card like a small operational failure with an owner, a fix, and a final check.

Home is its own multiverse

I am an Asian American mother raising three children in a diverse household. Our home contains different histories, personalities, expectations, fandoms, and ways of seeing the world. It also contains three Labs and a psychotic kitty, so any illusion of control is purely decorative.

Parenthood changed the way I write and critique stories. I care about what children absorb, what adults excuse, how families repeat harm, and how culture shapes the choices people believe they are allowed to make. I care about representation, but I also care whether the represented character gets to be complicated, funny, flawed, powerful, ordinary, and fully human.

The mother in me watches how people protect, discipline, abandon, forgive, and misunderstand each other. The Asian American in me notices translation, hierarchy, obligation, face, sacrifice, silence, migration, and the strange negotiations that happen when a family belongs to more than one culture at once.

The corporate chapter is here too

I also work in the corporate world. That sentence is accurate and already more exciting than most meetings about it. The useful part is that civilian work taught me how organizations explain themselves, how policy collides with people, and how a neat process chart can hide an avoidable mess.

Both careers forced an introvert to live like an extrovert. I can brief a room, lead people, ask direct questions, manage conflict, and keep moving when the plan falls apart. Then I need quiet, a book, a game, or several hours without anyone asking me to circle back.

Meet the RaeRaes

This page is the front door. The individual RaeRae pages will separate the voices without pretending they are different people. They are the same brain changing lenses.

Why CVM Sekai exists

I built CVM Sekai because stories deserve more than plot summaries and fandoms deserve more than recycled facts. A song can be catchy and still carry cultural, creative, and industry meaning. An anime episode can be entertaining and still reveal something about grief, duty, gender, power, labor, faith, or family. A fantasy world can look beautiful and still collapse under one unanswered question about food, law, money, or consequence.

I want to enjoy the art and examine it. I want to laugh at the nonsense and respect the work. I want the macro view, the micro view, the cultural view, the personal view, and the part where RaeRae asks why nobody packed snacks before beginning a twelve-episode journey.