...that is how it is.
Right now, solar eclipse is underway. This morning, I tried looking for any eclipse glasses. (Why need eclipse glasses? It will protect your eyes from watching the solar eclipse. Also, you are able to clearly see the solar eclipse as it filters most of the sunlight.) Everywhere was sold out. FYI, the last solar eclipse occurred in 1979. (Then again, I did not come prepared.)
Now, I will write about this blog post.
(I am here multi-tasking. How, so? As I write this post, I am listening to Lifehouse song, "It Is What It Is." Also, the TV is left on, as I watch the news about the solar eclipse, while I drink my coffee.)
Again, it is what it is...that is how it is.
Somehow, I meet women while I run errands or something. (When I meet them, they are on vacation.) Apparently, they live far away from me. It just happens. Possibly, they assume the long-distance relationship is not gonna go anywhere.
What is Outside Lands?
It is a music festival held once a year at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, CA. It is a 3-day event that started from Friday, August 11 - Sunday, August 13. Each day, it starts from noon until 10ish pm. (No camping. By the way, I barely took pictures and videos. I wanted to conserve my cell phone's battery life. Sorry.)
It reminds me of a mini-Coachella, even though I have not been there just yet. (People I met at OL agreed with me though.) Finally, I have experienced OL.
Last Thursday night, I signed up as a volunteer for OL right before I hit its deadline. (It was last minute.) Before I confirmed the full details as a volunteer, I had to pay a $20 cover, and a security deposit of $355. ($375 total.)
Why become a volunteer? FYI, volunteers keep the park clean. Once festival ends, my security deposit will be returned.
Here goes my OL experience story...
What do you mean? Even though I am single, I am writing a letter to my future girlfriend.
Why, so? Yesterday, I watched a romantic movie, "The Big Sick," all alone. (By the way, it was a great movie. Also, it is based on a true story from the actor, Kumail Nanjiani, in "The Big Sick".) I am a hopeless, romantic man seeking woman.
Here attached below is my written letter to her: (Somehow, the paper curled as I was writing. Sorry.)
Honestly, I hate text messaging. For instance, I cannot determine the person's reaction. Obviously, I can only see the words, letters, emojis, SMSs (Short Message Services), MMSs (Multimedia Messaging Services), GIFs (Graphics Interchange Formats), and any other type of text messaging on my phone.
Why you cannot determine person's reaction via text messaging?
An example of a SMS is "LOL." It stands for laughing out loud. "LOL" ends up as "LOS." "LOS" stands for laughing out silently. (I just made this up, unless it has already been used.) For instance, I received a text joke, during my work meeting. I quickly texted, "LOL." (Literally, I was not laughing out loudly. Only laughing in my mind. Why, so? Again, at a work meeting.)
In this Day and Age, mostly everybody is texting each other.
At the top of my head, here is a list shown below of texting stereotypes: (Based on experience from myself, and others)
What do you mean?
I can say whatever I want to an attractive lady. Obviously, it is up to the lady. (It is her choice.) I cannot force the issue. Let it be.
Many examples shown below:
As I merged into the freeway, I saw a moving truck. The truck was carrying a bundle of thin, long wood.
Guess how a bundle of thin, long wood was loaded onto truck. Picture it in your mind, before you see my drawing.
My drawing of truck shown below: (It is not the greatest drawing ever. Ignore the flat rear tire. Yes, I used scratch paper. Go Green!)
About a month ago, I did vlog about this. I just witnessed a "Precious Moment" at San Francisco International Airport on Friday, March 24, 2017.
Why was I here anyway?
I just dropped off my parents because they will be flying to the Philippines. I walked with my parents until the security checkpoint. Then, I hugged them. (And I told them, "I love you.") After my parents and I parted ways, I saw a man and lady kissing.
I witnessed a precious moment. (Like everybody else, I just stopped and stared at the young couple.)
It was PDA aka Public Displays of Affection.
I believe everybody is at least scared of something.
What is mine?
Dying alone. (I have mentioned this a few times in my past blog entries.)
Most likely, dying alone happens when my parents, relatives, friends, and loved ones are completely gone. (So far, I already have lost my sister. I just written a previous blog post, "Losing A Loved One.")
What is my imagination of dying alone?
(This happened just last night.) I am sitting here alone at Fieldwork Brewey Co. in Berkeley, CA. (Actually, I will be alone until my good friend shows up.)
As of now, I am drinking their top IPA, Virtual Planetoid Huge IPA (preferred by my server), while I wait for my grilled cheese sandwich stuffed with ham and jalapeños.
To this day, I still get nervous every day. It runs in my blood. (The jitters never die. They come and go.)
Why do you get nervous?
I tend to overthink before I do something.
Why, so? I want to be perfect.
When did your "nervousness" begin?