Greetings everyone. Happy Lunar New Year, and a Happy New Year to all! I took a brief hiatus from social media and my website for the time being for personal reasons. Regardless, I was still working on a few projects that led to the creation of the Youtube channel, along with Yellow Vino Radio on SoundCloud, TikTok for updates on the Radio, along with various extra footage and Medium. I
I wanted to start the first post of 2021 and I know it’s a late notice with reflecting on the previous year along with the present and beyond. It’s been a heavy year for Mother Earth and humanity. This is just a series of some of my short personal notes titled t(houghts) and l(lessons)~ that I keep a log of throughout the turbulent times we are all living through. I wanted to
There are a lot of experiences and cultures I owe a great deal of my personal upbringing to outside of my mother. Nueva York is a city that made me sharp like a bushido blade with being a well rounded man because of the close proximity we have of immigrants that once came to this country to find a better life for themselves and their family. It is a giant
I. Childhood My Mother has always played both parents throughout all of my childhood and adolescence. She passed down her love of music, reading and photography to me. It always bothered me as a child why she would force me and my sister to take photos every outing we had. She told me one day, “it’s important to make memories and look back.” It wasn’t until I graduated from college
Growing up I lived in a 4 family house in Jackson Heights on the corner of 77 street and Roosevelt Avenue in Jackson Heights. I did feel as if I was living in a 90s sitcom. There was just so much going on with all the families in each floor. Space was tight and you can hear the dialogue within each family courtesy of the thin walls. Our unit was at
I first landed in NYC on a cold winter day on February 1994. It was freezing and I had never experienced cold weather. Back where I was born in the Philippines, we do not have weather that New Yorkers refer to as “brick”, meaning frigid ass temperatures. For the first time in my life I had to wear a jacket and boots. It was this powder baby blue oversized coat
