I drove my parents to the Philippine Consulate General in San Francisco. They wanted to apply for dual citizenship. (It took about 4-5 hours.)
Rush-hour traffic began when they finished.
I had to go when we passed the SF-Oakland Bay Bridge on our way home. Let me rephrase it. I had to pee. I could not hold it anymore.
I gotta write about this. I use social media. I have a Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat account. I mostly use Facebook and Instagram.
I have thoughts in my head. (That is normal.) I react in social media. (That is normal as well.) First and foremost, I can now manage and navigate my thoughts. They no longer take control of me.
Here is a list of my reactions in social media (I have changed now. Therefore, it is a shorter list.):
-A pretty lady likes my FB post. I am mesmerized.
-I like posting pictures and videos on my IG story. So, I get to see my viewers. (From top to bottom order on your IG story list, the top person sees your IG the most, while the bottom person views your IG the least.) I am curious.
-I enjoy sharing my basketball videos in my social media. Heck, I have an only page, "Ball is Life." I wonder who likes it, especially attractive women. I am a show-off.
-Whenever notifications from my social media pop up on my cellphone, I wanna know who liked or commented on my post.
Social media does not take over me anymore. A few years ago, I was depressed by social media.
In my older blog entries, I explained that social networking is everywhere, and I gave a definition of my social media. Feel free to read them..
I decided to write a short rap song. (Yuh, mix it up.)
During my recent Philippines trip, I was more comfortable to rap than sing on karaoke nights.
Video shown below of me rapping for the first time. My written lyrics are shown below as well.
Free rap beat courtesy from Free Music Archive. (It has a bit of a low beat in background. Oh, well.)
“Senorita” by Audiobinger.
Picture taken from Makati Shangri-La, Manila in Horizon Club Lounge.
I arrived in Manila, Philippines on Wednesday, January 17, 2018.
Many stories to talk about.
Now, these are my memorable stories. (Not in chronological order.)
Story #1 (A friendly encounter.)
Flying from Hong Kong to Manila, I met a lady in plane. She was my seatmate. (She works at Hong Kong.)
She was going to celebrate her 3-year-old daughter’s birthday on the next day.
She was traveling with her friend and her family.
As the plane was slowly taking off, her friend’s baby was crying.
I told her, “This is normal for babies. Their ears cannot handle the huge increase in altitude.”
Her friend was seated further away from baby crying. (She panicked, and jumped off her seat. The flight attendants wanted everybody to remain seated.)
So, I told my seatmate, “Your friend can exchange seats with me, once we are able to get up from our seats.”
The flight attendant thought we were together as a couple.
Story #2 (A hilarious moment.)
At the hotel’s horizon, my uncle jokingly advised me how to talk to our server.
The attractive server, Precious, came to us.
I nicely told her, “I really wanna have a precious moment with you.
Then, I asked her, “Are you free tonight?”
She laughed, and nodded her head.
A few seconds later, my uncle was embarrassed, and apologized to her. Then, she apologized as well.
I told her with a smile, “I respect your word. No need to apologize.”
My good friend’s dad is taking me with him to Manila. (His appreciation from me to him.)
He told me something like, "You are always there when I need help."
He will be attending his high school reunion over there.
(We are staying in Manila from January 17-29. Tonight, we are heading to San Francisco International Airport. Tomorrow, our departure is 12:30am.)
He will be showing me a rich, classy life. (Even if I was ever rich, I ain't about that life. He already knows me. It is wonderful to at least experience it.)
We will be staying at Shangri-La Hotel in Makati. (I only paid for my airfare. My Uncle is covering my hotel stay.)
First and foremost, building relationships is powerful. I choose it over everything, especially money.
Again, be humble to others. Do not expect anything in return. (If you are given something in return, be very grateful. Remember, do not feel obligated to give them something.) Be your true-self.
Yesterday, I was with my friend's family at a restaurant.
They wanted to take a group picture.
One person handed her iPhone to server. (Group picture was taken.)
Then, her iPhone was returned.
I saw the group picture. First, I undoubtedly looked at myself.
(I admit it. When a group picture is taken, I always see myself.)
Ego was set.
"Yuh. I look good. The group picture is great."
I was driving.
I wanted to change lane. I saw an opening as I began to shimmy my way through the left lane.
(I turned on my left signal light, before I slowly committed.)
The driver honked at me. (He was upset that I cut him.)
I stuck my arm out of my window, and I gave him a thumbs up (as a "thank you"). Then, I looked through my side mirror. He gave me a thumbs down. (It was quite entertaining.)
Whoa. This is my 100th blog post. I am shocked and amazed. Yuh.
Alright. I am gonna write 5 facts about myself.
1. I moved around a bit. My dad was in the US Navy. As a preschooler and kindergartener, I lived in East Meadow, New York. As a first and second grader, I lived in Portland, Texas. (FYI, famous singer, Selena, died in Corpus Christi, which is about 9 miles to where I was living. This happened in 1995. RIP, Selena.) From third grade until now, I have lived in the Bay Area.
2. Possibly, I am ambidextrous. I started writing with my left-hand. However, I was taught how to write with my right-hand instead. I play basketball with my left-hand, but I play tennis with my right-hand.
3. I used to have dimples.
4. Throughout my life, I have chosen many different hairstyles: Bald, mullet, huge afro, high-top fade, crew cut, bowl cut, mohawk, faux hawk, pompadour, and slicked back. (Yuh, mix it up.) I am very grateful that I still have hair. (I am no way near from going bald.) Perhaps, my next hairstyle is dreadlocks.
5. When I was 21 years old, I had a girlfriend. To this day, she was my only girlfriend. Patience is the key. (Enjoy life.)
Post a comment below, if you want me to write more facts about myself on my future blog post.
...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...