Part 3 “Migrating to America” 

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Part 3a⚡(3b 3c 3d on comments ⤵️)⚡ 

This was the first time stepping inside the plane. The new smell hit my nostrils, as the air were blowing from the overhead seats. We found our seats. My father seated in front of us, my mom and I together. It was a 2 4 2 configuration. As a child, I suffered from car motion sickness. My father, who always press the breaks without gradually easing into the stop. So I’ve always laid down during car rides. The pickup truck was spacious in the back, I’d spread a blanket & laid down.

When the plane started to back up, instead of feeling excited, my head started to feel iffy. Noooooo!

I’ve been waiting for this, now it’s about to get ruined. The air was turning on and off, alternating with the engines. We accelerated & flew up, my back pressed onto the seat and head back. It was a steep climb. I closed my eyes and kept swallowing saliva. It was on overdrive, producing so much than usual. An indication that I was about to throw up. I fought it. My mom on the other hand, “Timmy, look! We’re so high up. I think I can spot the Quezon Memorial.”

I squinted & peeked for a quick second, as I was too distracted with being so dizzy. After reaching altitude the plane moved steadily. Pretty Korean stewardess came out with their cart, offering water, juice, and coffee.

Me, I wanted the ride to be over. My mom took out her rosary, and prayed by herself. The stewardess saw my discomfort. She came back with two white tablets. With my mom’s approval, I took it. I sheepishly thanked her as I heavily pressed my head on the side of the wall & chair. They came back around and my mom selected an omelet sausage breakfast meal for me. I ate only half. I went to the bathroom afterwards and thought I was going to throw up. I didn’t. I saw several seats were empty. Especially the four seaters. I laid down and slept. I woke abruptly as the plane was having turbulence. I realized I had a blanket draped over me. The stewardess. I thought. I smiled. I closed my eyes and tried to doze off again, but my mom told me to go back to our seats, we were about to descend.

I went on another round of discomfort. Thankfully it was quick.

We hit the ground in a thud & the wind blasted against the wings.

3b⚡Seoul, Korea 🇰🇷
I was so relieved we were off the plane. I took my father’s camera and started taking pictures. We headed to some coffee shop where my parents found other Filipinos and started chatting with them. As always, I never stayed at one place. I always roamed & explored. There were many pictures of Ginseng Root. I stopped a stranger to have my picture taken with one giant ginseng. After 10 minutes, I went back to my parents, they were still chatting and laughing. I took my mom’s cup of mocha and down it. Moments later, she lifted the cup, “O, sakin ba ito?” She saw I was back and I flashed her a grin. Timmy finished it, of course.

It was time to head to our new gate. They said their farewell to the other couple, and wished them luck.

We boarded, and the plane looks bigger. It was a 3 4 3 configuration. This time we were almost to the back and on the 4 seater. I sighed. This was going to be the long haul.

I noticed the stewardess race were different. They weren’t Korean. It was a mix of Caucasian & African American ladies. Shortly after take off, which oddly I didn’t feel nauseous, probably because it was a larger jet? We were served late lunch. I had Beef with the mash potatoes, with bread, and couple pieces of fruit. “Where’s the rice?” I asked my mom.

“You’ll have to get used to not having rice with every meal. In America, they don’t have rice with everything.”

Great. After eating, I pulled out my Walkman, well its actually my father’s tape recorder. I took ownership of it eventually. I listened to a mix of music and Palibhasa Lalake episodes. With commercials! I pulled back down my tray table and slept. It was a full flight. So my hope for another lie flat sleep were dashed.


It felt like eternity. Sleeping was next to impossible. Exhaustion. Restlessness. I decided to take out my drawing pad and doodle. I started sketching the stewardess on board. They were such sweet ladies. As a thank you, I decided to give them my drawing. The plane started its descent & the turbulence was a lot. I of course started to get dizzy. I pull back down the tray table, folded my arms and pressed my head down. I was doing some deep breathing to prevent me from yacking. I felt a tap on my arms. I looked up and saw one of the stewardess. She laid out this 11 by 17 map on my table. It was the flight route from Seoul to Detroit. There was a pen mark that drew across the path the plane took, and a yellow highlight over the ink. As a thank you from the crew, I was give the pilot’s map. I was half elated and still half nauseous. I sheepishly thanked her and laid my head back down. 


Migrating to America 🇺🇸 part 2


“Migrating to America”   Part 2   

October 18, 1992

Around 4:05 am, my mom woke me up.
“It’s time to get dressed.”
I didn’t pop up from bed energetically as I thought I would. I laid out my travel outfit two weeks ahead of time. A blue long sleeve, light brown curderoys, my favorite brown shoes, and a red light jacket.
A small handbag filled with 10 cassette tapes, a large walkman, and a mini photo album.
Believe it or not, I actually have all these items together in one of 5 boxes of my personal memorabilia.

10 cassette tapes of music? Nah.
At that time, I thought it would be cool to record my TV shows on tape. We actually did not own a beta max set. The only beta tape I own was my 10th Birthday party at #Jollibee.
Among the cassettes were memoir recordings. A month’s worth of personal narration of my daily Shenanigans. I’ve always been known to keep documentation all my life. Pictures and written diaries weren’t enough.
I had late night talks with my grandmother. She lived here in America for a couple of years.
Summer of 1988, she came with my cousin Charisma. My Uncle & Aunt lived in Fords New Jersey. My mom escorted them during the trip.
I peppered my grandmother with inane questions, what was America like. Was it like anything we’ve seen on television and the movies?
Growing up, we only had 7 channels. On that wooden box with a thick glass screen, two knobs, one to pull & push, turning it on and off, which also served for volume, and the flat key like thing, that clicks loudly as you rotate it to change the channel.
Sesame Street and Wonder Woman were the only American shows I’ve ever watched growing up.

Ok, ok. Let me get back to October 18th….. My Uncle (from Confirmation) and long time friend of the family came to drive us to the airport. I gave my Aunt, My mom’s cousin Jojit, and my Grandmother a hug good bye.
We pack in seated in our burgundy pick-up truck. A vehicle that was older than I was. One big foam rectangular cushion that fit 3 people. Today, all 4 of us squeezed in.    As we backed out of the house slowly, that wee early morning, all three of my relatives were in front of the house waving, I stare at the house one last time, the gate wide open, I can see all lights were on, my Uncle beeped the horn twice and we waved one last time.
Bye, 12 Sicaba Street, Retiro – Santa Mesa Heights, Quezon City.
My mom reached into her purse and took out her rosary. I thought, oh wow. She’s really nervous.
“First Joyful mystery, The Annunciation…” From there I mumbled on auto-pilot.
I peer out of the window to memorize one last time the roads. Turned left towards Retiro – Right on Banawe Street, & Left on Quezon Avenue. There were no traffic at 4:35 am. We breezed through up to the Quezon Memorial Circle within 10 minutes. A ride that usually take 25 minutes. Everything came fuzzy after that.
We finished praying the rosary & sat in silence. I looked at the rear view mirror and saw our cross hanging on a string, I took it off and tucked it away in my carry-on bag. It was a gift that was given to us by Charito Planas.
The cross is now in my parent’s car.
Before I know it, the sun was rising as we pulled in the rotunda of Ninoy Aquino International Airport, Upper level.
It was the first time I’ve been to the upper level. All my life during that time I’ve been at the Lower level for arrivals. I’ve watched with excitement as my relatives come down from the ramp (Google it, Ninoy Aquino Airport – Terminal 1 Arrival, Greeters Area). “Wow, they just came from America.” They always looked so refreshed & glowing. Plus, Filipinos know this one fact. They smell different. Umm what smell? It’s a sweet aroma. Their clothes and the Balikbayan Box, all smell the same.
The sun was already up, it’s golden colors were shining behind us, the coconut trees were rustling from the wind, and the Philippine flag on the pole. “Timmy, get a cart.” My father told me.
We had 6 pieces of luggage & 5 Boxes. My dad was a memorabilia collector too. Almost all of his books and art supplies, he packed.
I got two carts. We stacked all of our belongings to those two flimsy carts, said our thanks to my God Uncle, I looked at our pick-up truck one last time and headed in the airport lobby. I was so giddy inside. The marble green floor was newly polished that morning, it smelled of Johnson or Star Wax. I remember using them in school to clean our classroom floor.
Um, excuse me? Kids were asked to clean school property? It was part of our routine in school. After recess, we would sweep the floors and wax the floor with half of a coconut, what we call “bunot”. This was the time I stared to feel sleepy and tired. I slept on my mom’s lap while we waited at the gate.
Shortly. We started to board.



instagram blog – post 4


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“Even after all these years.”
One of my major weakness is being in front of the camera. Not pictures, but 🎬🎙️🎥 interviewing, being interviewed, vlogging, and on LIVE stream.
I’ve gotten the hang being on #PeriscopeTV Only because the broadcasts were specific.
I had a theme, script, and timed per music piece. Within the #VIP cohort, we had timed segments to our broadcasts. 10 – 25 minutes. I would do my research, time my script to the scenery, add the music, then tada = a nice LIVE segment.
The thing was, I was behind the camera/phone. If one would see me behind it, I’m holding the phone with my left hand, with headphones & cord attached to an external battery, my right hand clutching to a mini pad of paper with my script. All at the same time paying attention to the live comments on my feed.
Now, put me in front of the camera, that’s where I lack self confidence. I know it takes time & practice. And I’m willing to do it. I am. I don’t want to keep hiding away from live streaming & vlogging. Because I do enjoy it. My brain just need to be on the right state of mind.
When I get interviewed, I look like a complex doofus. The words escape me, so the editing just narrows down my clip into less than 4 words…. 😩
My mind race & freezes. Yup. Dear in headlights look, and cue in the crickets sound bit.
I haven’t had a bad experience interviewing someone. I’ve been lucky that they talk & have been seasoned to taking control. But I haven’t had experience on interviewing someone for an hour. Having an array of topics and questions, responding, and actually challenging their words. The classic journalist.
I know, not all are meant to be in that role. It takes a special rare skill. Either you have it or you don’t. But I at least want to challenge myself. Especially for the year 2018. To creep out from my cave and tackle my fear.
So let’s see, shall we? 💙 Tim


instagram blog – post 3

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We are driven by ambition. Often from our idols on social media. Notifications are turned on. Plenty of screen captures we look at for daily inspiration. Once in a while we catch them live in person. Wow, they liked & Retweet me 😍
Back in the days before social media, we watched our heroes on television, cut out & save articles from newspapers and magazines, we posted them on our walls too. It’s what kept us motivated every day.
Great! Leave it that way!
Another life lesson I had to learn.
Social media today makes it easy for us to reach our idols. If we’re lucky, we meet them in person, spend a moment or so. And in rare occasions, they take us under their wings to show us the ropes of the trade.
It’s a fairy tale come true.
“Be careful what you wish for”
It can lead to permanent damage.
Now. I still struggle & often say to myself, I should have kept it at the television.
It was my choice to pursue my fantasy.
Not all situations lead to this. Many are living their dreams because their idol became mentors.
And on those extreme rare occasions, they became victims of sexual abuse.
No. That never happened to me. I’m just stating facts from what have been on the news of today.
The gist of this blog is, be wise, think thoroughly, don’t be blinded by the outward appearance.
💙 – Tim



instagram blog – post 2

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The worst thing I’ve done to myself is to let superficiality affect me. Times have not changed since Elementary, Middle, High School, and today. People judge others by their looks & race. I’ve also learned & experienced a great deal within my #LGBT community.
I’ve gotten obsessed with masking my flaws. From using picture filters & memorized poses to cover my current belly fat. With the majority of posts on #socialmedia is how to look perfect, it is difficult not to be insecure. I will start a new chapter on embracing #selfcare #selfLove #FeelGood #LookGood with #NoFilter #NoEdit
#BornThisWay @ladygaga #LadyGaga
@garyvee #TagTeam2018


instagram blog – post 1


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2018 will be the year I face my insecurities & disabilities, and turn my outlook around.
Life is too short.
I’ve had a lot of start ups, but not following through.
I want to build a foundation of true following. Not Follow for Follow. Not Like for Like. I want to connect with real people. People who are struggling daily with thoughts, identity, and purpose. The path is already there. I just need to know what hat to put on.
If something make me smile & laugh, I want to share it with all of you. It made my day better, perhaps it’ll make yours too.
I’m here to get inspired & hope to inspire.
The “merch” I offer are daily smiles, laughter, and inspiration.
Through here, on my instagram, will be my personal journey. A journey of self change.
I’ve struggled to remain consistent with my social media platforms. Due to the fact I’ve done so many things in the past. From being a Figure Skater, Dancer, Photographer, and Periscoper. Before I know it, my content & following were all over the place.
My thoughts & motives get diluted with “viral” & gawking at other people’s successes, then of course, my message gets muddy and insincere. Getting caught up with attaining verification most likely left a hole in my image. So, like everything else, I dust myself off & try again.

I am inspired by @garyvee passion for inner change. Telling it how it is. I love it. No sugar coating anything.


My Goal


I am extremely grateful for CRIBS orphanage, Mr. & Mrs. Bradshaw, and my adoptive parents.

Giving me a second chance in life. Being raised from a family with charitable hearts.

My Grandmother left her legacy with a school for the underprivileged, a home for the aged – abandoned, neglected, and sick. (Bataan, Philippines) 

My goal is to use the land I inherited, and build a compound of houses for abandoned, surrendered, neglected infants & children – in hopes they could be adopted or placwd with their birth families.

Another home for girls, to offer healing & recovery from being sexually abused.

I feel so blessed to be alive. My adoptive parents & I migrated here to the United States on October of 1992. They help nurture my interests, hobbies, and aspirations.

On March 2010 & April 2011, I Directed, Produced, and co-founded “One Step Closer” – a Figure Skating exhibition to Benefit the AIDS Resource Foundation for Children 💙

I write this, in hopes I can spread awareness of my cause & mission.