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.
("What do you want to be when you grow up?")
...an NBA basketball player.
People criticized me.
"You are too short."
"You are too small."
"You are not Black."
"Finish school and get a job."
"Be a nurse instead."
"Be an engineer instead."
At a hostel in San Sebastien, I saw a book shelf on lounge area. I found an interesting book, The Art of Happiness, 10th Anniversary Edition: A Handbook for Living, written by Dalai Lama, and Howard C. Cutler.
I decided to finish reading it, before I checked out from hostel. (I did.)
The book explained about being able to train mind, and achieve happiness. (Thanks for the advice. I will apply this in my life.) Every day, life is an up and down journey.
When nothing goes my way, I always tell myself, "I am alive, and breathing."
When I meet a solo woman traveler, I would usually ask her,
"What has been your most creepiest encounter from men?"
I am curious.
Here are their stories:
Woman #1: A 67-year-old man in my hostel's mixed dorm room told me, "I see your toes wiggling, when you lay down on your bed. That is a sign of giving birth."
We are different in our own way. (It sounds too vague, but it is true.)
For instance, I will talk to you about my friends, and family.
- Every time she explores a great view for the first time, she is snapping a picture of it. Surprisingly, she does it only for her own photo album, not social media.
"Do you want a picture?" I always ask her.
Most importantly, I have improved a lot in taking pictures
2018 was a long year for me.
Most people see social media as the highlight reel of our lives.
Society wants us to get a successful job, a good-looking partner, a huge house, a brand new car, a college degree, and etc. I only have a college degree, and that is it. I do not want to pursue it though.
Throughout this year, I have been unemployed. Say what you want. It is impossible to please everybody. Society looks down upon the unemployed. Thank you, Mom, and Dad, for helping me out.
Next year will be a new chapter in my life. No more unemployment.
Even though I was unemployed, I have reinvented myself through solo traveling, reconnecting with family in Philippines, reading books, building relationships, selling unused items, coming at peace to others, and many more (that I cannot think at the top of my head right now).
My life lessons in 2018:
My good friend, Jon, brought this interesting idea about American Online Instant Messaging, and Direct Messaging. I decided to write about it. Thank you, Jon.
(I write whatever is on the fly, or on the top of my head. My blog is created by my storytelling about myself, and others. Surrounding myself with people has made this blog exist. I decide to write on what I like to hear, and see.)
When I was a kid, I grew up using AIM. It was launched in 1997. (I was 10 years old at that time.)
My first screen name in AOL was NiCePiNoY85. (My birth year is 1987, not 1985. I was concerned about people coming after me. Now, I find attractive women on Instagram, and I DM them. Call that, irony.)
Member Name: MiKe
Marital Status: SiNgLe
Hobbies: PlAyIn AnD wAtChIn BbAll, BeIn A nIcE pInOy, AnD tYpInG uPpEr
& LoWeR cAsE lEtTeRs
Computers: My EmAcHiNeS
Personal Quote: AiMiN aT yOu...
... and I went for the kiss.
We have the power to breathe in oxygen and breathe out carbon dioxide, since the day we were born. It is what keeps us from living.
Being able to manage your breath in difficult situations is powerful.
Whenever I am down, I slowly take a few, deep breaths.
It reminds me that I cannot control the outcome. Keep moving forward
I used to have issues with that somebody (and almost everybody). I kept "it" inside me for a long time. Suddenly, I would go berserk at that somebody. Then, I would hold a grudge.
That was my younger-self.
For instance, I held many grudges to my family, friends, and relatives. (Total count was about 10 people. That hatred.)
I held grudges to prove my enemies a point. I assumed that I was (always) right. I ignored them, until they would come to me for an apology as a loser. I wanted to be the winner.
It never happened anyway. The grudges continued to prolong.