The past is remembered. Live in the moment. The future is in you.
-Mike Caceres, who is a blogger, hiker, and traveler
Leaving tonight to San Diego, then coming back home on Monday morning. (Flying together from SFO Airport with one of my close friends and his sister. Meeting up with their cousins in SoCal. My close friend told me that I am the Shawn Hunter from TV show, "Boy Meets World." Somehow, I get along with my friends' relatives.)
Tomorrow, I will be at Disneyland. The next day, I am off to Universal Studios. (All out theme parks. Yuh, I'm going back-to-back. I sound like the artist, Drake.)
(NBA season tips off today. I felt like writing something basketball-related, even though I have no chance at all in becoming an NBA player.)
For myself, basketball began when I was in the fourth grade. My teacher offered us a sign-up basketball sheet for the 5th grade team. I knew nothing about the game. I said to myself, "Let's give this a try," then I signed the sheet. (This was one of my first moments to be a part of something.) It was a privilege.
Currently, I still live in Vallejo. Since last week, I have been working at this new, great job in Palo Alto.
63 miles away from home to job. It is a one hour and eight minute drive without the massive, hectic traffic. (I wish I can drive with ease.) During commuting hours, it takes about three long hours.
I am looking for alternatives, other than commute to work. Finally, I have a reason to move out of Vallejo.
Last night, I had an open conversation (deep talk) with my great mentor.
During our conversation, she asked me, "Do you remember Mother Teresa?"
(I am not talking about Ryan Reynold's funny movie, "Waiting...")
I am wondering, if I did get hired as a coach at a tennis academy. I already have sent a "thank you" note to the boss. All I can do is just wait, and see what happens. (We shall see.)
I believe it happened 4 years ago or so. I can only remember when "it" happened. Anything else, before and after the moment, it could be possibly inaccurate. (Yes, I did ask permission to my good friend, if I can write about this post.)
Practice started at 6:05, then ended, like 7ish. About 13,500 fans attended. (I forgot to wear my Warriors' Derek Fisher jersey. Oh, well.)
It is 7:15 right now, and I see massive traffic in the parking lot. (So I stay in my parked car, while I write this post.)
$5.10 ticket for one hour. (Seated at section 110, row 8, seat 8)
The only GSW live ticket I can afford these days. Between the "We Believe," and "Strengthen In Numbers" days, I watched about 15 lives games every year. The cheap upper level tickets were priced at about $20. (I aim for the deals. At that time, they were rebuilding. Their open practices were longer, and they ended it with a scrimmage game. They did not care.)
Don't hate. (I was continually trying to rhyme. Yuh, I'm corny.)
This morning, I just dropped off items in the donation box, and they were:
The American sitcom, "Seinfeld," was boring. (Before "Friends" and "How I Met Your Mother," there was "Seinfeld.") I was obliviously wrong. I was very young at the time to understand it. Now, I get it, and I enjoy watching it.
I caught an attractive lady staring at me. (Love at first sight.) I was wrong. I smiled at her. A few seconds later, her boyfriend came out of the restroom, then he held her hand.
I unexpectedly ran into my high school crush at the store, Target. (Remember, in high school, I was shy and quiet. Also, I had so many crushes, but I never did anything, anyway.) We have never seen each other for 8 years, since we graduated from high school. I wanted to fully impress her, so I honestly flirted with her. (I am no James Bond.) I was wrong. I creeped her out.
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