Pretty much everything we want to or have wanted to do end up in one of two states — either you got what you wanted or you failed and then later on you say you learned something from your failure. For example, you could say I want to find a hot girl friend, or I want to become a millionaire, or I want to find a job that pays well, or I want to get promoted at my job this year, or I want to have better relationships with those around me, or more generally I want to become happier with my life. I have set many of these goals for myself before. While some of them have been successful by some work and chance, I admittedly have had many subpar performances.

In sports, athletes review their games and find ways to try to improve. By reviewing, correcting and practicing, they become more skilled and more competitive. However in the daily routine, how often do we actually review what we do and try to improve? For example, every night you go out to a bar and clubs to try meet girls, and often you have the same mixed results. As another example, you have tried to start a few businesses in the last few years, but have not taken a company far. Why? Often, I think we do the same thing over and over and expect different results. I did, and fortunately I realize it now. Some people instinctively and naturally get better at what they do after a few tries, but for the majority of us, I feel we can benefit much by taking a step back and look at our own actions. Fortunately we get feedback on some of our endeavors, and at least for these skills, we should know what to correct and how to improve. Other times, for example our jobs, we only get review maybe every half a year, so we do not have much time to figure out what we may be doing wrong.

We can consider a lot of our actions as skills in a particular area. For example, we talk to other people everyday. The acts of communicating and interacting with others are one’s social skills; like many other commonly recognized skills such as typing, one can improve one’s communications skills through conscious practice. As another example, I often go out dancing salsa. If I never stand in front of the mirror and practice my turns over and over, I am probably not going to get better at my turns. We can extend this idea to many of our behaviors. What do you want to do? How do you get better at doing what you want to do?

If you want to make more money, how do you make more money? Do you need more school? Do you need to be around people who have made boat loads of money? If you want to be meet more people, do you expect your same daily routine of going to work, dinner and sleep to produce different results? What do we need to change? Who do we need to surround ourselves with? These are important questions for those who want more.

Of course it’s hard to read about how to be successful from someone has not quote on quote “made it”, but I can tell you plenty about how to be unsuccessful. Some of these qualities come from my observations of others and many are from my own doing. Without further adue here is how you become unsuccessful. Hopefully by knowing many of the ways of becoming unsuccessful, you and I will one day write about how to become successful. The answer to all this has actually been said by a very successful Shelton Adelson already. Scroll to the bottom of this post if you can’t wait to find out.

1) Daydreaming (Not Guilty)

a. Wouldn’t it be nice to have one hundred million dollars? What would I do if I had that much money today? Think about the nice private jets and mansions I can buy for myself and my family and the flock of women who would follow me around and the vacation I can have on the beautiful coasts of the French Riviera, wherever that is. This type of dreaming is not too productive, but at least it’s entertaining to some degree.

b. The other type of daydreaming is the entrepreneurial daydreaming. For example, I have a great idea for a toy and I think I can make a gazillion dollars from it. Of course, I am only going to talk about it, but never do anything about it. But wait! Listen to my next idea, which is even better than the first one. I will still not invest any effort to find out if it’s even feasible, or if someone else has already done it, but I think it’s a great idea and I want you to take your precious time to listen to my idea. A lot of time is wasted in this type of daydreaming. If the idea is appealing enough, it wouldn’t be too far a stretch to invest some time to see how feasible it is. Bottom line, recognize what you want to do and decide to take actions. Then do it.

2) Underestimating the amount of work necessary to be successful (Guilty for sure)

a. Have you tried to work on a business idea on the side while having a full time job? You probably told yourself you can make the business work just by coming home and working for a few hours. Where is that business now? Looking back, what made it not work? How much time did you realistically need to put in to even have a shot at success? More generally, if you have failed at something, what did other people, who succeeded at it, do? If you consistently get only 85 on tests in a class, but this one kid in the same class always gets at least 90; how did he prepare differently than you did? As another example, if you want to lose that extra 20 pounds, but think that by walking 10 minutes a day, your weight will drop automatically.

b. The idea here is that if the end result is not important enough to us, we often underestimate the amount of work we need to put in to be successful at a task. If I was happy getting 85 on a test, I am not going to push myself to get an A. Same goes for starting a business. If my business doesn’t take off, I still have money coming in from my day job. Depending on our expectations, we put in the necessary amount of work to achieve that, but often times no more. Bottom line, need to know the amount of work you need to put in to get better at what you want to do. Invest time to research and add details to your plan. Then take that effort and multiply by two because someone else out there is working just as hard and as smart as you.

3) Not knowing if what you get out of it is worth the time and effort you put in (I am Guilty)

a. If you are getting paid minimum wage to sweep floor at a diner, would you work hard and try to get better at cleaning the floor? Probably not because you are getting little out of it. As another example, if you have a great idea for a business, but your business has a natural limit which doesn’t allow you to make more than your day job. Is it worth your time? Say you want to start a web design company. You could be the best graphic designers, but some skilled person in Romania would do the same job for 30% of what you are willing to get paid for. Is your web design company still worth your effort?

b. As another example, if you look at your boss and see that he has been at the same company for twenty years, still miserable. Do you want to stay at the same company and one day become like him? Or you might see that your boss is happy with his job and that he has advanced over the years, then your time at the company is worthwhile. When we are in a routine, these important questions often go unasked.

Looking back, I never really got much better at basketball while I was in high school. I did not make a conscious judgment of what areas I needed to improve and how to improve. When I caught the ball outside of the key, I knew how to drive to the basketball decently, but I was not a good finisher. While I knew how to post up, I couldn’t power up against a much bigger defender. Over the three years, I would play pickup games, but I never improved in areas of the game where I lacked skills. Unfortunately, these are some of the lessons one is supposed to learn through sports. Fortunately, I know them now. Oddly enough, I learned them through dancing salsa. Dancing was important to me and I wanted to get better, so I thought about what I needed to do to get better. I learned from different teachers, went out dancing often and realized areas where I was terrible at. Basketball was a fun sport for me, but never was important enough.

Entrepreneur and casino tycoon Shelton Adelson once said “It’s simply a matter of having a vision, coming up with a conviction and follow through on that conviction” “This is what entrepreneurs do.”
“You come up with a vision, and figure out what the upside and what the downside is.” I would add that make sure what you want to do is important to you because if it didn’t matter to you, you will probably come up short.


After my one week of Spanish crunch in Antigua, I headed west to Lago de Atitlan, a beautiful lake surrounded by volcanoes. There are numerous villages surrounding the lakes including Panajachel, San Pedro, San Marcos and a few other smaller ones. The bus dropped me off at Panajachel, the most developed village, where boats are available to take you across the lake to the other villages. Sitting lake side and trying out the local comedores, I was beginning to take in the whole scenery. A few Mayan women and young girls, one of them only 6 years old, came by to show me their weavings for sale. The handcrafts here are well made; I bought a light, colorful scarf from the woman for 10 Quetzeles, or a little less than $1.50. There are many Mayan women selling similar handcrafts in Guatemala, depressing the prices for all of them. I also met another Mayan woman who was selling tortilla, hot little pieces of flat bread made from corn. After buying some tortillas from her, she happily agreed to let me take some pictures of her with her basket. Tortilla is such a main stable of food here that I don’t think I have gone many meals in Guatemala without some form tortilla.
After lunch a small boat took me to San Marcos, one of the smaller villages with a population of 3000, according to my book. It wasn’t until I got to my hotel there when I found out just how small the village is. There is basically no main area of the town, a “parque central” if you will, other than a few small interconnected walkways like this.
A few people with dreadlocks and dressed like they belonged in 60’s, stayed in my hotel, which consisted of a few straw-covered wooden, triangular huts surrounding a garden. Talking to them, I quickly found out that San Pedro is the big party town, and not just that, a lot of foreigners come there for the cheap and available drugs there. Marshall, an American Taiwanese from San Diego I met, told me that when he got off the boat, the people waiting at the docks offered him a running list of everything from weed to hard drugs. Whatever you wanted, they had there – for cheap. I guess if you wanted to get really messed up, it’s to do it by a beautiful lake than in a basement somewhere. I haven’t really met or talked in depth with many anti-globalization, anti-capitalism thinkers, so their agendas, such as the idea that capitalism in the long run is not sustainable because profit-first decision making is destroying the environment, are quite foreign to me. We weren’t going to solve the world’s problems, and his solution of learning how to hunt before doomsday comes didn’t appeal to me. However I was happy to listen in on his view of the world’s problems. After all, how often do I get to hang out with people on the far rustic end of the scale?

San Marcos supposedly has the best view of the lake and I couldn’t disagree more. I got up bright and early the next morning to catch a few indigenous people fishing on their small rafts in the tranquil water. I dove in for a swim. Water wasn’t too cold, even though this time of the year is winter in Guatemala. The day before, I met up with Guy, pronounced “Gi”, a Frenchman who offers paragliding rides from the surrounding mountains down to the village. He showed me a video of a man running full speed jumping off a cliff. Just as his foot was about to land on nothing but air, the parachute lifted him and he began to coast in mid-air. The weather hasn’t been too great, raining on and off. That morning the sky was pretty cloudy but by 10:30 AM, we finally got a break. Marshall and I packed up our bags and along with Guy, we went in his boat back to Panajechel. It was a waiting game. There needs to be enough wind to take off and sky need to be pretty clear with some thermal flow to keep us in the air. We waited, waited, ate some lunch and waited some more, but as the afternoon came around, Guy gave us the bad news. Today was not going to be it. I will have to wait for another day, maybe back here.

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One of the main attractions in Antigua is hiking the volcanoes nearby. I signed up for the morning hike since there are often afternoon showers; actually since I arrived in Antigua, the rain has been nonstop. Our van left at six in the morning, winding its way up the mountain. Despite the fog covered windshield, our driver got us up to the park safely. Hiking up to Volcano Pacaya was only 3 km, a fairly easy hike in the park. Kids at the park entrance offered horse rides up the mountain, but none of the people in my group, nicknamed Puma to distinguish ourselves from other groups there, took the offer. After only about a short distance from the start, we came upon gates which would have prevented the horses from getting through. On the way up, we could see a lake in the distance and also a volcanic-steam power generation plant opened by an Isreali company. Just from the trail itself, I couldn’t tell that it was a volcano. When we got to the top, I saw blackened rocks that had no plant growth on it whatsoever. As recently as one year and ten months ago, the volcano erupted, sending ashes over to Guatemala City 45 km away. However, the actual molten lava only sprayed within a few miles from the top. The scenery from the top was astounding for it contrasted the rich green mountaintop and the still-angry, black, hardened lava, barely covering the hot molten lava beneath. The hot steam from the lava beneath breathed through various holes in the ground.

As we descended onto the black rocks, I could hear crackling sounds of the rocks crunching and breaking. Winds warmed by the lava heat replaced cold gusts of the mountaintop. Even though I stood on hard rocks, I felt the rock could give away at anytime. It wasn’t until later when I found out from the guide that the park really has no idea when the volcano would erupt; it could be days, hours or minutes. We were simply hoping that during our visit, the volcano is peaceful. Two of the girls in the group wore sandals; I think they were crazy. Even though most of the rocks were solid, in some places, a thin patch of rock covered over molten lava only a few feet below. If the rock broke, it would be terrible news for whoever stepped on it. I thought maybe I should walk behind the guide or someone heavier than me. If the rock can support their weight, then surely it could support mine. I tried not to put my hand on anything as the rocks could be scorching hot. Even through my hiking boots, my feet were starting to feel very warm from rocks below. As other people in my group were taking off layers to cool off, I was putting extras socks on my hands for protection. Despite the increasing heat, the two Denmark girls with sandals soldiered on. Even though they had been talking a lot on the way up; they weren’t talking very much any more though.


The point where we began to descend to see the lava is actually not the mouth of the volcano, but rather, we were on the side of the mountain. As we descended further, I could see some molten lava flowing in the distance. Further still, I came only within a few meters away from moving lava. Holy Cow! By then, I could definitely feel the heat on my face. The cold wind that blew on top of the mountain was now hot dry heat which in a way is similar to bonfires – ones that you want to get close to but know you really shouldn’t. One of the guides from the other groups prodded the lava with his walking stick, setting it on fire. Other tourists, probably American, brought marsh mellows to cook. Natural instinct tells me I shouldn’t be this close to a volcano, but seeing and feeling moving lava and molten rocks make the trip worth the risk – I hope. I wondered how many times this volcano has erupted over the years and swallowed the people innocently standing there. As more morbid thoughts crept into my head, our group began our trek back out. As I looked back at our line of little ants marching out of the volcano, I felt really small, but satisfied.

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Have you ever asked a stranger in the airport for a pair of socks? That would be a strange question, wouldn’t it? A poor guy at the Puerto Rico airport couldn’t get through the security gates without socks. I gave him a pair of mine, but not before I took a picture of him holding it up, looking very gangster. My socks smelled great!
While in school, I didn’t learn much about Central America other than that a lot of fruits, especially bananas come from there. The only things I vaguely recall about Central America are disaster stories from a few years ago.
Having pretty much a blank slate, I was ready to absorb Guatemala as is – raw. Guatemala has more indigenous Mayans than Ladinos, mix of European and natives. Mayans tend to live in smaller villages and in higher mountains where as Ladinos tend to live in cities. Many Mayan women wore traditional multi-color Mayan textiles even in the cities. Guatemalans are noticeably small in physique; most of them probably are no taller than five feet six. The sink in my hotel only came up to my lower thighs. I wonder if the fact that they carry heavy buckets on their heads over the years affected their growth. Most of the Mayan women are able to carry the large buckets on their heads without support from their hands and at the same time weave between foot traffic on the streets. I refrained from taking many pictures of the indigenous people so far because I think some do not like to have their pictures taken.



While walking around the market, I tried all kinds of fruits, many of which I have never seen before. I noticed that many young Guatemalans were working the food stands. Incredibly some who looked no older than seven years old were cooking fried chicken in sizzling oil. In front of the National Palace a young Guatemalan kid selling pineapples wielded a sharp machete quickly around a pineapple that he held with his other hand. These kids maybe should have been in school, but probably needed to help make money for the family. I remembered stories my dad told me of how when he was younger, after school he would herd the ducks out to the field and herd them back home before doing school work. If he lost a single duck, he would have to go back out to the field to find it. I had it easy. After school, I got to play basketball with friends.

After two days, I took a bus to Antigua, a small town of about 40,000 people surrounded by three volcanoes. Because of its language school scene and beautiful surroundings, many of foreigners make it their base in Guatemala before exploring other sites. I was going to pick one of the Spanish schools from my guidebook but as I got off the bus, one of the locals ushered me to see LatinoAmerica Spanish Academy. I met Jose Sanchez, the director there, felt pretty comfortable and decided to take my first week of classes there. I had the choice of staying with another local family or live upstairs in the school with him and his family. He and his wife Carla have one boy and two girls ranging from about five to fifteen. Strangely in Antigua, I saw mostly adults or young kids; there weren’t many people in their twenties. I was the only student there that week. My five hours of Spanish classes started at eight and ended at one in the afternoon. It’s kind of strange to have homework to do after a few years out of school. I also found a dance school here to take some on-1 salsa classes. After traveling and living in different places every other night, it’s kind of nice to stay in one place for a bit and get to know the people here.

Set on top of a hill, Arecibo Observatory, the world’s largest radio telescope built in the 1960’s, is an incredible engineering feat, considering its size and location.


If you have seen the 007 movie Golden Eye, you might recognize it from the pictures. Perhaps much later, scientists discovered that by using arrays of smaller radio telescopes, they could combine and infer the same information as that of a much larger telescope. NASA first built the station to study the upper parts atmosphere by reflecting the sunlight to heat desired areas. Scientists later decided to build a receiver inside a Gregorian Dome, which itself is attached on a rotating and moving arch. If I had a dome named after me, it would be YuHungian Dome. Three cement towers suspend the receiver, weighing hundreds of tons, by cables. While I was there, I actually saw the dome rotate and move from one side of the arch to the other. Aluminum plates, each individually adjusted, line the surface of the reflector. Due to the rotation of the Earth, scientists usually only has perhaps twenty to thirty minutes to observe radio waves from a specific location in the sky. From those observations, they could then determine the distances to other planets. I am glad someone here and elsewhere is dedicated twenty-four hours a day to figuring out the mysteries of the universe. What would we do without them?
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My friend Jose got married last weekend in Puerto Rico and of course; I am very happy for him because he seems very happy to be married. He was only on the phone with Elena every second of the day when he was not working, eating or sleeping; actually I think he sleep talked to her too. Wedding was at 10am in the morning, 6 hours after I had gone to bed after a night out with Luis and Linje. Paul, Jose’s boss from AVM, and his family were also in attendance. We should have known; it’s Puerto Rico 10 AM, which really meant the wedding would get started at 11:30. I thought we were late as we strolled into the church minutes after 10, but we were the first ones there. I was thirsty even after I finished my bottle of water, but Luis was probably 10 times more dehydrated after hurling like a champ all night. He managed to wake me up at 5am with his dry puking. Like a good friend, I got him another bucket in addition to the one he already had. As he couldn’t get his head to face the downward position, one single trashcan wouldn’t contain his possible horizontal trajectory.
The priest did the ceremony in Spanish; I was waiting for him to say the “I now pronounce you husband and wife”, but even if he did say it, it went over my head. Apparently, he messed up Jose and Elena’s names; every laughed. Elena looked lovely, so did her bridesmaids and the blonde that Linje was eyeing the whole morning. I took a bunch of terrible, blurry pictures of the wedding, but my pictures of Luis, Linje and I looked great.
The reception afterwards was actually held on an army base. They didn’t check my id, but I got through. If I was a spy, which of course I am not, I would just need to have a friend get married on an army base to infiltrate. Maybe this little gimmick works in China and Russia too. CIA, think about it.

Each table at the reception was named after a country that Jose and Elena want to visit, very cute I thought. A wedding camera on each table lets the guests take pictures, another great idea. When I get married in the distant future, whenever that will be, I want that too. Maybe I should start a list of things I want for my wedding. But I already have a list of things I want for my future house; on top of that list is a urinal, so I can never “miss”. I can’t keep too many lists. Ok no wedding list, since I am sure my future wife already has one, which girl doesn’t anyways?
Jose did his dirty dance and got everyone excited and proceeded to dive in head first into Elena’s skirt to… get the garter. At the last wedding I caught the garter the groom threw, not knowing catching it meant I was to be the next to get married. This time around I let the other fellows have a shot at it.
I asked Nicole, one of Jose’s hundred cousins, if going to a wedding makes her want to get married. She said no. That question was more for me actually. Going to the wedding made me at least think about when I want to get married. I don’t even have a girlfriend anymore. I guess it’s hard to get married without one. I am safe from marriage. Excellent!
Congratulations Jose. And… make sure you are the one wearing the pants in the house 
If you need a few pointers, I can put you in contact with my friend Sergio.