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Capturing moments

We live in a world where everything is captured. Whether it is on video or picture. There is no right or wrong with one’s capture or interpretation. We may not see the likes, comments, and accolades of the piece today, but someday – either 20 or 30 years, or even way after when we are gone, it will be analyzed and admired. Enjoy capturing moments & sharing with all social media platforms. What I tell myself & try my hardest to abide, “Take it, Admire it, Share it, & Forget it. Next!” Looking over how many likes or if it hits the trend list.. Pshhh Leave it! The amount of time I waste on checking my like meter, I could have been gazing at nature, reading a physical book, admiring other photographs & watching inspiring films.
Hope this made you smile ☺

We live in a world where everything is captured. Whether it is on video or picture. There is no right or wrong with one's capture or interpretation. We may not see the likes, comments, and accolades of the piece today, but someday – either 20 or 30 years, or even way after when we are gone, it will be analyzed and admired. Enjoy capturing moments & sharing with all social media platforms. What I tell myself & try my hardest to abide, "Take it, Admire it, Share it, & Forget it. Next!" Looking over how many likes or if it hits the trend list.. Pshhh Leave it! The amount of time I waste on checking my like meter, I could have been gazing at nature, reading a physical book, admiring other photographs & watching inspiring films. Hope this made you smile ☺

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Part 4 – Migrating to America

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  • Part 4a 🇺🇸 Landed – Detroit, Michigan.
    By this time, after 10 + hours of travel, I was exhausted. Mixed with excitement of course. We landed approximately 4 ish in the afternoon. Picked up our luggage & boxes and headed to a long line for US Customs and Inspections. There were four people and two large tables ahead. The line was moving quickly and efficiently. Until it was our turn. We were greeted with a groan and an exhausted laugh. All 4 had to work as one to open each one of our boxes & luggage. The only item they questioned was our “pasalubong – polvoron”. Pasalubong = Treats one would bring from their homeland or point of visit. Polvoron = is a type of heavy, soft and very crumbly Spanish shortbread made of flour, sugar, milk, and nuts, especially almonds. This item is always make immigration officers bat an eye lash. Thinking it’s crack. After a long process of opening, inspecting, and closing up boxes, we placed our items onto another conveyor belt, heading to our connection plane. My mom looked for a phone booth and called my Uncle in NJ. Meanwhile, I needed to go pee, badly. I lingered from one hallway to another and bumped into two airport workers, one looked like Denis Franz and Larry Bird. “Sir, where is the CR?” (Crickets) Both looked at each other with a confused look. “Comfort Room?” I asked “Say what kid?” the Denis Franz character asked. The Larry Bird guy saw my I need to pee stance. “Ooh, Restroom. Down that hall son.” I graciously thanked them ran to the RestRoom 😄 There was my first lesson on US soil. Noted. By the time I got back with my folks, they said we have to transfer terminals. We headed outside to catch the airport shuttle bus. I was a little cranky and still nauseous. As I was about to speak a huge cloud of smoke came out from my mouth. Whoa! 12 years living in a humid climate exhaled. I was so amused. Breathing in and out with that 45/50 degree cold air. A couple of minutes passed, my cranky disposition returned. “Can Uncle Alex pick us up from here? I don’t want to ride the plane anymore.” I groaned. “No, it’s too far” my mom said.
    I pulled out the map I was given by the Northwest Airlines, “Where are we?” My mom then pointed New Jersey and drew her fingers across to Michigan. “I don’t think it looks that far.” She rolled her eyes and had an expression that today translates to “Bitch Please” 😄
    We got to the 2nd terminal and departure gate, I looked at our plane (picture ⬆️), my mind drifted to mini clips of what had transpired within two days. Wow, I’m finally getting here. I then pulled out my walkman & started listening to my Filipino shows. I was convinced at the time, I should listen to my recordings often so I don’t forget how to understand and speak Tagalog.
    Shortly. We boarded our plane, en route to our final destination, Newark Airport New Jersey. I find myself burying my forehead on my mom’s shoulders (nauseous 🤢). I ended up falling asleep from exhaustion.
    Before I knew it we landed. I was relieved and vowed never to set foot on a plane ever again. We were greeted by my Aunt & Uncle at the gate, right when we exited the tarmac. Hugs and cheers exchanged. Since we had so much stuff, we needed a second vehicle. My cousin Jojo from the Bronx came to meet all of us. Everything was packed and smushed onto my cousin’s car and my Uncle’s Jeep Cherokee. It was tough to see in the rear view mirror.
    I rode with my Uncle and Aunt, we squished on the front seat, reminding me of my ride to the airport back in Manila.
    As we drove through route 1 from Newark Airport, I started making observations. The houses were different. No gates. Just doors. (Imagine a fade out) 😉
  • To be continued on my new chapter series. “Fords, NJ”

 

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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

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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.
But….
Sometimes,
“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

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