Tag: dailyprompt

  • Rainy Days

    Rainy Days

    Daily writing prompt
    What is your favorite type of weather?

    Personally, I’ve always enjoyed a rainy day. There’s just something about the sound and ambiance of rain that I prefer over a bright and sunny day, although those can be just as nice. When I lived in Washington State, I’d go for regular neighborhood walks in the light rain, and in Stockholm, Sweden, I even appreciated the rainy days in the city. The sidewalks always seemed clean and refreshed after a good rain shower.

    This brings to mind how some people I know feel depressed when it rains, while I feel more relaxed, so I typed the following into Google. “Why do some people prefer rainy weather?” and it gave me some thought provoking reasons for why this might be.

    Soothing Sounds and Sights: The rhythmic sound of rain falling on rooftops or windows can be calming and even conducive to sleep. The way rain makes the world look clean and fresh, with everything appearing bright and clear after a storm, is also appealing to some.

    Relaxation and Cozy Activities: Rainy days offer a perfect excuse to stay inside, relax, and engage in activities like reading, listening to music, or spending time with loved ones.

    Cooling Effect: Rain can help cool down an area on a hot day, providing welcome relief from the heat.

    Nature’s Cleanliness: Rain helps to wash away dirt and pollutants, contributing to a sense of cleanliness and renewal.

    Psychological Benefits: Some studies suggest that exposure to negative ions, which are abundant during rain, can lift mood and reduce stress

    After reading some of those reasons, it makes sense why I’m more content than others on a rainy day. After my parents separated, my Mom moved to Mexico and eventually built a new life in a small village north of Zihuatanejo called Troncones. I didn’t see her for over a year because I had stayed in Northern California with my Dad. Once I finally flew to Mexico to spend some time with her, it was the rainy season because it was June, and I was on summer break from school.

    My Mom’s “residence” didn’t have electricity then, nor was it connected to a community water source. There was no air conditioning, and we had water for the house delivered by truck. We bought all our drinkable water. We also used a generator to power things like my laptop or her washing machine. It was all very bare bones. She simplified her life, going from being a successful small business owner in the San Francisco Bay Area to living in a rustic palapa on a Mexican beach and reevaluating her needs in life.

    In the kitchen, my Mom used a propane refrigerator and range. She had a little concrete structure poured near her driveway, which she could lock up and secure her valuables inside. On the roof were a bunch of massive water tanks. Attached to that was an outdoor shower area, and then on the opposite side of the driveway from that building was an outhouse dug into the ground. It had a privacy door made of bamboo, and when you went inside, you had to squat over a hole. I hated going there after dark because I was terrified of my flashlight falling in.

    This is how my Mom chose to live then, and she was content there. She was always kind of a hippie anyway. Trust her to use an outhouse while our friends down the beach had real toilets and electricity (it took a lot of money and effort to connect to the grid).

    My Mom’s living room had a few hammocks and original air chairs. She used to refer to her new way of life as “Deluxe camping,” but I never really saw it that way because I was always hot and uncomfortable, and if I’m candid, I was annoyed to be there. The rain offered me a welcome break from the stifling heat and a reason to sit in an air chair and read a book in the misty breeze. I was in a bad teenage mood most of the time at my Mom’s, so the rain was a blessing that naturally cooled down the temperatures of both the outside world and my internal displeasure with the whole situation.

    I must have developed a sincere fondness for the rain because as a teenager I relied on it to quiet my mind and reduce stress. My Mom and I wouldn’t argue much when it was raining. We would sit together in the hammocks or air chairs and watch it fall, and sometimes, if the risk of lightning was slim, we would even swim in the nearby tidepools. I loved sitting in the warm tropical water while the cool rain drops fell on my face and into the ocean around me. Our black labrador, Walker, would sit there with me, too. He loved going to the tidepools because he enjoyed watching all the fish.

    Lately things have been overwhelming, between my Dad, not having a solid income, and owing taxes. I really need to remind myself to relax, so I’ve been making videos using Descript, and their collection of stock video and audio. Simply creating each video seems to be a form of therapy for me, so even if nobody else enjoys my work, at least I have. I made this “Rainy Day” Relax for 5 minutes compilation today, and figured I’d share it now, because maybe all I truly need right now is a good rainy day.

  • I Wish to Paint

    I Wish to Paint

    Daily writing prompt
    What do you wish you could do more every day?

    My Dad taught me how to paint when I was a child. After his tours in Vietnam, he used the GI Bill to study Fine Art at Berkeley. He felt strongly about art and always wanted to encourage others to pursue it, if not as a career—which is a difficult path—then as a hobby.

    Fortunately, I could blend the creative process with my chosen career path as a Software Engineer. Before moving into Systems Engineering and Management roles, I focused heavily on User Interface design. Knowing how the user uses a given system is as essential as the system being developed and maintained. A software engineer is focused on writing beautifully structured and scalable code and is not nearly as cognizant of whether or not the end-user truly needs a certain feature or if they’ll even understand how to use something that is delivered.

    I found a way to incorporate my experiences with art and design while using another part of my mind to recognize and peer-review high-quality code. The thing is, I still found a gap between the kind of freeing creativity that I sought and the limit of my creativity when building software. I wanted to make stuff that nobody is going to use and complain about, and its existence is meant to be seen aesthetically and serve no other purpose.

    That’s where my painting comes into the equation. I paint for fun, and I paint whatever I feel like painting without input from a customer or other developers. My art exists to allow me to create something out of nothing and distract myself from requirements and rules. My art is stress relief, and the process of creating it offers me unparalleled peace and contentment.

    These are the days when I really wish I could paint more frequently, but everything keeps getting in the way.


  • The Recipe

    The Recipe

    Daily writing prompt.

    What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?

    Cultural heritage is an interesting topic now because I’m not biologically related to my elderly Dad, who moved in with us recently. My American parents adopted me in the Philippines while they were there for my Dad’s job as the general manager of a rattan furniture factory. I was an infant when I joined this family as their one and only beloved child.

    After I was adopted, we moved to Thailand, where we were fortunate enough to have household staff who taught me how to count to ten in Thai once I started to speak. I was three or four when my parents finally returned to the United States and settled in the San Francisco Bay Area, where I grew up.

    Being an adopted Filipino has been a unique experience. I don’t look like my parents, and my Dad used to say that’s for the best because I’d probably have his ears. But I always knew I wasn’t their biological child, and even worse, I grew up feeling like I had to explain that to people. When we went on family vacations to Mexico, people would think I was Mexican, and I’d speak up and be like, “Actually, I’m from the Philippines.”

    Back in California, I once got lost at an event. I found my way to the Lost and Found booth and tried to describe my parents. The people in that booth gave me a weird look as if they didn’t believe I could have a tall, Caucasian, bearded Dad. “I’m adopted!” I tried to explain. My Dad found me standing there before I grew more upset.

    The only time in my life when my cultural identification was generally ambiguous was when I lived overseas in Stockholm, Sweden, in my mid-twenties. Nobody made any assumptions that I spoke Tagalog, Spanish, or even English. Everyone would talk to me in Swedish, and then they’d realize I had no idea what they said, nor could I respond appropriately. I tried to speak Swedish, but everyone would change over to English.

    So, to answer the question about what aspects of my cultural heritage I’m most proud of or interested in, I’m pleased to be such a cultural mix that people have difficulty recognizing my culture at first impression. It’s kind of difficult to label me, and I’ve realized with time that it’s a good thing. I’m interested in all the parts that make up my cultural heritage. With the blessing of my adoptive parents, I even traveled back to the Philippines in 2014 to meet my biological Mom and younger siblings there.

    While I’ll always be a proud American, I also feel indebted to a sweet, impoverished woman in the Philippines who knew that she couldn’t take care of me. My future was rooted in her culture and her love for me. She helped stir together a recipe, even though she could never see the final creation. I now know how important family is to Filipinos, and that really gives me something to consider today as I try to help my Dad.

  • Always Curious

    Always Curious

    Daily writing prompt
    What is one word that describes you?

    If I had to choose just one word to describe myself, that word would be curious. I’ve been curious since I first had the innate conscious ability to be curious, and of course, it has evolved and been influenced through my experiences over time. My curiosity has certainly led me to travel and explore, and never stop learning, and so I’m pretty grateful to be curious.

    This brings to mind how some people just aren’t naturally very curious, so I typed the following into Google. “Why are some people not curious?” and it gave me some thought provoking reasons for why this might be.

    Curiosity as a Personality Trait: Curiosity is a psychological trait that varies within human populations, similar to other personality dimensions like extroversion/introversion. 

    Openness to Experience: In the context of personality psychology, this trait is often referred to as “Openness,” which is one of the five fundamental facets of human personality. 

    Factors that Diminish Curiosity: Factors like fear, assumptions, technology, and environment can sometimes stifle curiosity. 

    Curiosity and Well-being: Research has shown curiosity to be associated with higher levels of positive emotions, lower levels of anxiety, more satisfaction with life, and greater psychological well-being. 

    After reading these descriptions, how would you rank yourself on the scale of curiosity? Do you think you’re a very curious person or about average when it comes to being curious about things? Please comment! I’m curious.

  • Living in a Foreign Country

    Living in a Foreign Country

    Daily writing prompt.

    What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

    I would say that the experience of living in Stockholm, Sweden, helped me grow the most as a human. I was there from 2007 until 2009, and lived in a quiet city neighborhood called Gärdet. I had a Swedish personnummer and bank account, and attended the Swedish For Immigrants course. It was a very unique time in my life, and though there were good and bad moments, it helped shape my understanding of the world, and even gave me a broader insight to American culture when I returned home.

    I was adopted as an infant while my parents were living in the Philippines, and I have had a passport ever since then. After my adoption, we moved to Bangkok, Thailand, and then a few years later, we moved again to the San Francisco Bay Area, which is where I grew up. My Mom lives in Mexico half the year, and I always wanted to experience life in a different country too, but I felt more drawn to Europe than anywhere else.

    I gained a lot of confidence during my time in Sweden. I showed up not really knowing what to expect, and then immediately suffered from information overload. It was difficult to find new friends, and my first winter there was dark and depressing. Eventually though, I managed to build a social network through the game development community, and my days were a lot brighter and less overwhelming. Living and working in Sweden helped teach me how to persevere and adapt better with change.

    When I came home to the United States, I was determined to go back to college and pursue a degree. The work that I did in Stockholm as a Quality Assurance Games Tester certainly helped prepare me for the Software Development industry, which I have been active in since 2013, although I am on a career break at the moment to help care for my Dad.

    Living in a foreign country helped me grow the most by exposing me to a different culture and allowing me to gain a lot of perspective on my own mix of influences and personal observations. It has also made me feel more appreciation and gratitude towards my parents, both biological and adoptive. My biological parents were so poor that they didn’t have names or birthdays. When my biological Mom surrendered me, she could not have known what my fate would be, but she knew that I would have more opportunities in life without her influence. My adoptive parents were simply in the right place and going through the challenges of infertility, and were so overjoyed when their social workers matched them with a baby girl.

    Today I am a proud naturalized American citizen, I graduated from college, and I worked as a Software Engineer and Software Engineering Manager for one of the largest Defense contractors in the world. I am very glad to have added the “Live in Sweden” chapter to my life story, and look forward to returning there very soon to see what has changed.