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Ever since I was 8 yrs old, I’ve fallen in love with the Art of taking photos. I took pride capturing moments. Oh the days of buying film & carefully placing it inside the camera. Keeping an eye on that meter, being picky with what I capture. Click * then adjust to the next film with my thumb. That sound and feeling when there’s no more film. The waiting game of getting your pictures developed. Then that moment comes when you get that envelope, you tear open that sticky paper, reliving the pictures and moments in order it was taken. Carefully not smudging it with your fingerprint. Cringing at photos I shouldn’t have captured. After seeing the last glossy picture, “Eh…. Next time” I then arrange it to my photo album book. I’ve always felt 50/50 with what I created. Fast forward to 2005 when I got my Sanyo flip phone, it had a built in camera. It was a great feeling, having a camera and phone all in one. I then would own a Palm, Blackberry, iPhone, then finally my trusty Samsung Android device. I’ve gone through all the Galaxy Notes, now my s8. I’ve also used Cannon, as I needed for zooming. These past couple of years I have volunteered at festivals & parade, to test myself. I bought a professional Cannon & shot on Auto. It was a great learning experience. Rookie me – taking over 5K photos for my first event, the Cherry Blossom Festival & Parade in DC. After selecting & editing, I produced 300 memorable photos. I then continued to document several more. DC Memorial Day Parade & Pride. I learned a lot & value the experience. But I decided not to pursue it as my livelihood. I’ll just keep it as a hobby. There are thousands of photographers today capturing moments with high caliber cameras, taking helicopter rides, using drones, & venturing untouched places. Me, I’m happiest with my #mobilephotography excursions.
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We scroll through countless of photos during the day for different reasons, looking for inspiration & entertainment. Unfortunately sometimes it would turn into an obsession. Social Media Envy. It’s a daily struggle one finds itself. My hope for writing this today is to reach individuals who are struggling with it. Because it turns into anxiety and depression. Yes, I would find myself taking multiple pictures, making sure it covers my flaws. Stomach Belly Fat mostly. Facial scars can be smoothed out with an app. But I have to make sure the pose is what I’ve rehearsed in the mirror. Making sure it’s a flattering. Ugh 😣 We only have one life to live, I don’t want to waste time worrying & obsessing about stupid superficiality. This is my #2018 #instagram #NewYearsResolution.
So I don’t have 1K Likes . That doesn’t take away the picture & moment I share. So I don’t have 10K to a Million followers. I know that the people are following me enjoy my content on a daily basis. While my feed doesn’t fall in the category of a theme, like how everyone suggests (and most likely will never be), in my heart, what I have captured and posted, meant a lot to me.
My current change of ways I credit to discovering @garyvee on instagram. Gary’s posts don’t beat around the bush. It’s what this era needs. #TagTeam2018
- 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”
“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.
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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
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
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
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.