Working in KonaWare changed everything My work in KonaWare happened after I was let go in Cacheflow—due to budget constraints and the change of market. Winding back to my sophomore year in UC Davis, I remembered vividly as I dreamt of the possibility that Java can deliver to the market. That was 1995 or the year OJ Simpson was on trial and Seinfeld was the most watched show on the planet. While the discrete math teacher explained his logic in front of the class, I sat in the room in a dreary state. Half of my mind floated about what ideas can be created with Java Applet. I walked in with full intention to prove to myself that I am indeed a Java expert. That was 2003 or after Cacheflow went bust with its hardware promise to deliver results for the Internet. Walking into the room and seated in front of Wesley Cheung, or the VP of Engineering, I explained my way, “I worked in Netscape for 1 ½ year. Before that I worked as an intern. I blew the interview out of the water. Wesley had only one concern on his mind. He needed me to work for “no pay” and I must commute to work. “Do you have the means of transportation? Also we are waiting for angel investment. In the meantime you have to work per pro bono,” he interjected. I never knew who Martin Gronberg was until I worked in KonaWare with him being the Chief Technology Officer. Although I worked in Netscape I was stationed in the newly built Ellis building in Mountain View. I was part of the group called Unix Heads. He was among the group of Enterprise Service Division. The minute I saw Martin Gronberg walk into the room, I felt his energy. He was the CTO of the company and architect of Netscape not necessarily only by title. He walked and talked like an architect. The period of “no pay” turned out to be 10 months. Six months into the internship, we landed an angel investment; however, it was another four months before the money gets into the bank and into my pocket. The ten months proved to be fruitful. It set me up for success. I had the full knowledge on how to get a startup up and running from the ground up.

A many decades plus moons ago, I hooked up my friend David with my mom’s closest alley: Van. After getting her email, David sat in front of the computer and froze. ”I don’t know what to say,” he fretted. To which I thought to myself, “What a strange proposition. Don’t know what to say.” Over the years, I thought about this entanglement. Doesn’t everybody fret on knowing what to say to that person who foresees more than you, stronger than you, and far more fearless leader than you can imagine. I thought about it over the years. Not knowing what to say can be immobilizing. What makes me different? What must I possess that allows me to always have something to say? A case in point: As a Top Uber Driver, I love to talk about the roads that lead to destiny in the 7 x 7 square of San Francisco and extending the area to the Bay Area. I came to San Francisco at age 6 in 1978. I know the roadways that the 2 percent don’t know. For example, up the spiral driveway by the Great Highway is a palace designed for golfers called Olympic Club. In 1987 my trajectory to speak to the mass changed. I stopped working as a Stage Performer in Six Flags Vallejo. I was already two years into teaching elementary kids in an after-school program on behalf of Key Board Educators. What happened? I got hold of a girl’s phone number. After 7 months of laboriously hard work to go to the Thai restaurant, Thai Ploy II, to get in touch with her, she relented. With my friend Tyler wiggling his index finger to lead her to our table at the restaurant, Tyler insisted, “Can you punch in your phone number into the phone?” Wide-eyed seeing her punching in the number I was in disbelief. It took me another 6 months to get her to return my text. By that time, she was back in Thailand. “I have to take care of my mom,” she replied with a simple text. It was that winter evening that the call phone changed everything. It changed my calculus on how I view the world, and how the world sees in me. I was teaching as an after-school piano teacher in Yick Woo Elementary School when Deanna replied.

Getting back on the grove with Flash Card tutorial.

Mozilla used to be Mosaic killer. Now it is mother of all monsters. MOAM.

The day Department Of Democratic Superior came into fruition is when mini-rocket surprises the 9th rock around the sun using Coal Nugget as the primary fueling source. A momentous day powered by pretty selfies all around the global. GNOO = Gnoo is Not Other's Opportunity. In unison mini-strides we make, we flux.