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)

• ​"So Focused" Texter - I am in my own bubble. So focused only between myself and phone. Ignoring my surroundings. For instance, taking a selfie, then texting it to somebody. Photo shown below.

​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.

How, so?

Many examples shown below:

• I texted a lady for a date. She replied. I texted her the food spot, then she never reached out to me. So, I stopped from there. Respect the lady.
• On this phone app, "Meetup," a lady and I have been exchanging messages a bit. Then, I messaged her, "I would love to take you out for dinner. When's your availability?" She answered something like, "That's weird and inappropriate. I am 100x out of your league. Thank you!" That is the end. Respect the lady.

​This is a toughest blog post to write about.

Why, so?

My dad and I had a history. People see me as a nice, sweet guy. My close friends know I have a temper. (I have controlled my temper. Good news: It is better than ever before.)

What do you mean by having a history with your dad? To this day, we have our disagreements. Before, we took it at an extreme level. How, so? We kept arguing. (Both hotheads always proving a point to each other.) You can never win an argument. (Now, I have learned that. Just let it be.)

​Remember the common saying, "Like father, like son." It is true. A list shown below is how I am similar to my father:

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?

​14 years ago, my sister passed away on a Saturday night.

My family from San Diego visited us on that weekend. I will not be too specific on how my sister died. (It is very hurtful.) Again, she died tragically (and unexpectedly). I did not witness her death at all. It always makes me wonder what if I was with her.

Where were you at the time?

​To all the mothers out there. In my heart, Mother's Day is every day to me.

Last Sunday, I did not get to see my mom until 8pm.

Why?

​Because I worked all day.

​What did you tell your mom?

Obviously, I greeted her with a hug. Then, I nervously told her, "I love you, Mom.

Why were you nervous?

I am not used to saying, "I love you," to my parents. I show my love to them only through action.

​"The past dies, the present lives, and the future awaits."
-My High School Self graduated in 2005

​(Sorry, I was not able to find my high school yearbook. No high school senior picture nor my quote, then. I will update this entry whenever I do find my yearbook.)

This quote fully described who I was as a person at that time. I will dissect this quote piece by piece.