I think it’s about time that I start using Tumblr again
And because I haven’t written a post in FOREVER, I decided just to jot some things down that have happened to me recently.
Well Sophomore Year is amazing, already. I love my room, I love my roommate, I love this wide, open space. I love my friends from previous years, and I love meeting new ones every day. Yes, the classes are definitely challenging - not to mention that it is my first time taking 4 classes in one quarter! And they’re hard courses too including two labs… but I will survive!
I have two adorable mentees, my two committees in SWC are engaging in exciting projects. I got a research position at this notable cancer lab at UCLA, and I get to work under a super friendly and informative graduate student. Oh, and though it was a really last minute decision (thanks Kathy), I auditioned for a dance team at my school… and made it! Our first performance is Prelude in NorCal - so this is some serious business.
There’s more, but I gots to study. I’m excited, but I have to be prepared so that I don’t get buried.
I didn’t even notice the scars at first glance…
The ‘Napalm Girl’, 40 years later
Joe McNally, who was commissioned by LIFE magazine to find and photograph subjects of Pulitzer Prize winning photos, shot Kim Phuc – the girl running from an airborne attack in this devastatingly iconic shot during the Vietnam War.
The original photo was taken by AP photographer Nick Ut, and turned Kim into a propaganda tool for the anti-war movement. Joe had the privilege of meeting and photographing Kim, who had recently given birth to her newborn son. Joe knew to treat the situation with care, since showcasing her scars from the napalm burn was significant.
“For me, doing this assignment reconfirmed so many things I’ve always believed about photography,” says Joe in his blog post “On a Road, 40 Years Ago“. “That photo made on that horrible day was made in less than a second. Yet a lifetime spun on its power. With so many photographs being taken everywhere, easily, and thoughtlessly, it’s easy to forget how powerful they can be, and occasionally are.” (via)
The life of a private doctor is crazy! I just typed up an 8 page review of my experience from today - which I would have shared on Tumblr if it weren’t for patient confidentiality. I’m exhausted and I wasn’t even the one making diagnostics. :O
Although I was introduced to the many hardships of medicine (yes, mainly involving politics and health care), I’m still more than ever committed to pursuing a career in the field.
Work hard! Even if that means 20 hours a week in the research lab…
- Got to see both Jocelyn and Ryan today - basically two of my all-time favorite people.
- Had a voucher from Southwest that I had to use up before the end of October, so I booked tickets to UW!
- Talked with the moms - now planning a trip to Taiwan with Jocelyn for Winter Break!! And better yet, during New Years!
- It seems like I forgot how to pack… that or I just really, really don’t want to.
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together
my god I hated this song until I heard him sing it
Christine Ha, blind Master Chef contestant, prepares Vietnamese style catfish.
GANGNAM STYLE MOM (She is 60).
holy crap. The Songs.
Byebye @kristentatsuno :’( stay safe! <3 (Taken with Instagram)
This morning I agreed to accompany my mom to the Chinese consulate in SF so she could deliver some official forms for my grandpa. Well it turned out we were short of the necessary papers and procedures, and wouldn’t be able to apply that very day. Good - the line was fricken’ long anyways. My mom then said since we’re in the city anyways why not roam around?
And roam around we did. Basically here’s my haul from today:
GUILTY. And then funny thing was - I wasn’t pestering my mom to make these purchases. Instead, she was encouraging me to add “these essentials” to my wardrobe. She, by the way, has developed an amazing sense of style which I owe to my influence. So yes, now I have three cardigans (all different cuts), a casual blazer, a graphic tee and blouse, a body-con dress, a tight skirt, a printed scarf, and a crap load of random stuff from Daiso.
We then met up with Stephanie and Marty (my mom’s good friends who I have known, and have respected, for the majority of my life), and ate at the Strait Cafe which rests on the top floor of the Westfield Mall.
Delicious. Over dinner, we had a nice and enlightening conversation - which made me, again, really appreciate what I have. Parenting is such an important factor, and has a profound effect not just on the generation directly below you, but on the progress of society as a whole. The world does not revolve anyone and it’s rather disheartening to believe that there are still people out there who can not accept that fact. We ended up sitting in that restaurant for a whooping three hours (possibly four?).
As we were separating ways, Stephanie handed me a bag which I assured her wasn’t mine. She said it was my belated birthday gift. And just like that, my first anything from Uniqlo.
I am so privileged, and truthfully - I don’t deserve any of this. Man, I probably do seem like a spoiled brat.
But the real glory of the day wasn’t the mass bringing in of material goods, but rather the quality time I got to spend with my mom. I’m going to miss home. Sometimes friends can let you down, but family will always be there.