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I feel like I've been having too much fun lately--"lately" as in the past 3 years; more like 6 years; okay maybe since 10th grade. I used to be more focused with intention. I want to try this. In the past, when I had a lot on my plate, like working 4 jobs, or working and going to school at night, I'd time myself a lot. When I had to memorize anything, I'd time myself. It's my own way of completing multiple tasks and holding myself accountable.
So how about 30 minutes of doing whatever, whether it be reading, writing, exercising, etc.
First: turn off phone, or turn off messages notifications. All of my group chats take up so much time, especially because I feel like I have to read all of it. And texting, and calling, and all of that--waste of time, I say.
Two: deciding what to do. I sort of have a running "master life to do/bucket list." How will I ever accomplish all of these things?
So, for the first half hour, I decided to READ. I rarely really read anymore. My grandpa, from his library, gave me this book of presidential inaugural speeches. I also recorded myself because yesterday I read aloud and I realized while my reading is still okay, my pronunciation is off. It was interesting to read about the changes that inaugurations and ceremonies took, and a little bit of our history. I don't think I'll like hearing my voice recorded. Perhaps I'll post them here.
This next 30 minutes will be dedicated to WRITING, because I have to write, and normally I take 1-2 hours, so this should speed it up.
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Krystle is working in the valley taking care of a last-minute work emergency. She asked me over not to hang out but to help her study for her upcoming certification exam. Reading aloud? Yes. I do that anyway. It brought back a lot of geology/geography knowledge. Also, Krystle is SO smart. She deduced a lot of these answers from common sense, well not so common, but with reason and I was really impressed. I was very very impressed. It brought back memories of why I used to study and do my papers with her; because she don't give a damn and she sees things so clearly that you have no choice but to see them too and feel smart too. I'm glad I didn't stay in that field because I can't see these patterns, but figuring out those answers was really fun, and I rememebered crazy things like "geomorphology." I can't describe it actually. But I read until my voice became coarse, and my eyesight was blurry.
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Today I decided to take a sick day. I feel over it at work. On all the ambulatory care projects I'm over it. On the primary care projects I'm so in, which is totally opposite from what I studied and should be into. Ambulatory care fits more with public health and prevention while primary care is direct services, and treatment. But at least I can transform that interest into population health management, which brings me back to public health.
Yesterday, I got to meet up with Ivan and them. It's nice that they waited until I got out, like 8pm, to eat dinner, so nice. I was also unusually excited to see them. Travel fam. Maybe I was just excited to see Steven, my partner in crime. It felt just like we were going on a road trip to somewhere, even if it was just to dinner. I guess it'll just have to be the 5 of us because that's all that fits in a car. Anyway, he mentioned that I have an ambiguous job, which is so true. I needed a phrase for what I do. He said I need to find something like them: lawyer, teacher, banker, salesman. What am I?! It's both fun and not, to be able to describe it. But he's totally right. Since I'm over it anyway, I need to figure out what path to take next.
I wish as an undergrad I figured out that I do like politics, the law, and business. I feel like while it's not too late, it's too late.
I wish I had the capital to open up a business. I wish I had more TIME to learn different programming languages. I wish I had more or the right connections to get me started in politics.
Over a long dinner last week, my grandpa and I talked about these, which explains why he brought out that inaugural speeches book from his library. They didn't know it but I was already looking into participating in upcoming elections. I also keep track of when the city council meets. I wish I had so much more TIME.
My mom, luckily, understands that if I can't do any of this, it's because we don't have enough money to support me, not as if that's an end-all but it's a cushion that supports a person to make it a little easier.
AND SO
That's why I'm timing myself to work on all these things I want to work on.
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Back to my sick day, more like a R&R day.
I knew my grandpa had a doctor's appointment today, so I also intentionally took it off to take him. I got up late, like 1pm, showered, got ready and dressed so I looked a bit proper, had a nice breakfast of toast and cheese and peaches, and we were off. It's nice I know where to go around these part of town. Went with him to the lab to drop off results, went with him to the endocrinologist--Kaiser is SO easy; we were probably out of there in 20 minutes. I asked him what to do next...beach? He said let's go for a little bit since it's hot anyway, so conveniently near I drove through Topanga Cyn to the beach. Santa Monica or Malibu, I asked? Whichever is most convenient. I could tell he was leaning more towards SaMo, so I drove him along the beach, in the pier, looped around and went to the Place, where I parked, and we went to go have smoothies on the deck. We sat there for a long time as he told me about his childhood, the beginning of the war, about his plans for each child, and then the end of the war. It's nice having this timeline in my head.
Ong Ngoai's family had a business in Hanoi, a patisserie, his father spoke french fluently. They also had a home in the rural area, where his father bought some land, and where they'd go for weeks at a time depending on what season it was. His father died when he was 13, his mother sold the business later on, when he went to live with his uncle, Bac Cuong's family, and then his mother died when he was 18; no mention of his other siblings. This was around the 40's/50's. He already told me about his marriage, but basically his friend knew of my grandma, he went to go take a look at her, said she was aiight, and their wedding was in the night one night. Fast forward to Bac Huy. Ong Ngoai planned for him to get involved in law and politics. Out of a lot of students, he was the only one to pass a lot of tests, and get that scholarship to come to the US, before the war, lucky. He was the head of some government-like organization. To celebrate, he got a brand new Vespa. Di Thu was planned to be a pharmacist but didn't pass the test with half a point. Her instructor got paid $45,000 for 2 months worth of tutoring and she didn't pass. She was to become a doctor and did well in Physics and Chem, but not biology. She's unlucky. She's also unlucky because she was slated as one of the first of the fam to go to the US but at the last minute chickened out. Bac Nha was to be in agriculture, and was to become an agricultural engineer. He also did well and got to go to the US early too, and I know he went to SD. My mom was to be a midwife nurse, which she did, because she did well. Chu Ninh didn't do well in school; his writing was ugly. LOL. But I like that my grandpa planned their routes for them. He had a business selling fertilizer, and before that, took classes to advance his studies; got to live in Taipei. No crime, no car accidents, no homelessness. He made $100,000+ a month before the VC came in. Cool!
Then we walked on the Third Street Promenade from start to finish, roundtrip, and he talked more, and gave monies to all the homeless people. Today was such a nice day!
He said I drive strongly. He told me what's going on in the fam. He talks to me like an adult. All the fam does now. :)
That's all for now, time's up, toodles, tah tah!
So how about 30 minutes of doing whatever, whether it be reading, writing, exercising, etc.
First: turn off phone, or turn off messages notifications. All of my group chats take up so much time, especially because I feel like I have to read all of it. And texting, and calling, and all of that--waste of time, I say.
Two: deciding what to do. I sort of have a running "master life to do/bucket list." How will I ever accomplish all of these things?
So, for the first half hour, I decided to READ. I rarely really read anymore. My grandpa, from his library, gave me this book of presidential inaugural speeches. I also recorded myself because yesterday I read aloud and I realized while my reading is still okay, my pronunciation is off. It was interesting to read about the changes that inaugurations and ceremonies took, and a little bit of our history. I don't think I'll like hearing my voice recorded. Perhaps I'll post them here.
This next 30 minutes will be dedicated to WRITING, because I have to write, and normally I take 1-2 hours, so this should speed it up.
--
Krystle is working in the valley taking care of a last-minute work emergency. She asked me over not to hang out but to help her study for her upcoming certification exam. Reading aloud? Yes. I do that anyway. It brought back a lot of geology/geography knowledge. Also, Krystle is SO smart. She deduced a lot of these answers from common sense, well not so common, but with reason and I was really impressed. I was very very impressed. It brought back memories of why I used to study and do my papers with her; because she don't give a damn and she sees things so clearly that you have no choice but to see them too and feel smart too. I'm glad I didn't stay in that field because I can't see these patterns, but figuring out those answers was really fun, and I rememebered crazy things like "geomorphology." I can't describe it actually. But I read until my voice became coarse, and my eyesight was blurry.
--
Today I decided to take a sick day. I feel over it at work. On all the ambulatory care projects I'm over it. On the primary care projects I'm so in, which is totally opposite from what I studied and should be into. Ambulatory care fits more with public health and prevention while primary care is direct services, and treatment. But at least I can transform that interest into population health management, which brings me back to public health.
Yesterday, I got to meet up with Ivan and them. It's nice that they waited until I got out, like 8pm, to eat dinner, so nice. I was also unusually excited to see them. Travel fam. Maybe I was just excited to see Steven, my partner in crime. It felt just like we were going on a road trip to somewhere, even if it was just to dinner. I guess it'll just have to be the 5 of us because that's all that fits in a car. Anyway, he mentioned that I have an ambiguous job, which is so true. I needed a phrase for what I do. He said I need to find something like them: lawyer, teacher, banker, salesman. What am I?! It's both fun and not, to be able to describe it. But he's totally right. Since I'm over it anyway, I need to figure out what path to take next.
I wish as an undergrad I figured out that I do like politics, the law, and business. I feel like while it's not too late, it's too late.
I wish I had the capital to open up a business. I wish I had more TIME to learn different programming languages. I wish I had more or the right connections to get me started in politics.
Over a long dinner last week, my grandpa and I talked about these, which explains why he brought out that inaugural speeches book from his library. They didn't know it but I was already looking into participating in upcoming elections. I also keep track of when the city council meets. I wish I had so much more TIME.
My mom, luckily, understands that if I can't do any of this, it's because we don't have enough money to support me, not as if that's an end-all but it's a cushion that supports a person to make it a little easier.
AND SO
That's why I'm timing myself to work on all these things I want to work on.
--
Back to my sick day, more like a R&R day.
I knew my grandpa had a doctor's appointment today, so I also intentionally took it off to take him. I got up late, like 1pm, showered, got ready and dressed so I looked a bit proper, had a nice breakfast of toast and cheese and peaches, and we were off. It's nice I know where to go around these part of town. Went with him to the lab to drop off results, went with him to the endocrinologist--Kaiser is SO easy; we were probably out of there in 20 minutes. I asked him what to do next...beach? He said let's go for a little bit since it's hot anyway, so conveniently near I drove through Topanga Cyn to the beach. Santa Monica or Malibu, I asked? Whichever is most convenient. I could tell he was leaning more towards SaMo, so I drove him along the beach, in the pier, looped around and went to the Place, where I parked, and we went to go have smoothies on the deck. We sat there for a long time as he told me about his childhood, the beginning of the war, about his plans for each child, and then the end of the war. It's nice having this timeline in my head.
Ong Ngoai's family had a business in Hanoi, a patisserie, his father spoke french fluently. They also had a home in the rural area, where his father bought some land, and where they'd go for weeks at a time depending on what season it was. His father died when he was 13, his mother sold the business later on, when he went to live with his uncle, Bac Cuong's family, and then his mother died when he was 18; no mention of his other siblings. This was around the 40's/50's. He already told me about his marriage, but basically his friend knew of my grandma, he went to go take a look at her, said she was aiight, and their wedding was in the night one night. Fast forward to Bac Huy. Ong Ngoai planned for him to get involved in law and politics. Out of a lot of students, he was the only one to pass a lot of tests, and get that scholarship to come to the US, before the war, lucky. He was the head of some government-like organization. To celebrate, he got a brand new Vespa. Di Thu was planned to be a pharmacist but didn't pass the test with half a point. Her instructor got paid $45,000 for 2 months worth of tutoring and she didn't pass. She was to become a doctor and did well in Physics and Chem, but not biology. She's unlucky. She's also unlucky because she was slated as one of the first of the fam to go to the US but at the last minute chickened out. Bac Nha was to be in agriculture, and was to become an agricultural engineer. He also did well and got to go to the US early too, and I know he went to SD. My mom was to be a midwife nurse, which she did, because she did well. Chu Ninh didn't do well in school; his writing was ugly. LOL. But I like that my grandpa planned their routes for them. He had a business selling fertilizer, and before that, took classes to advance his studies; got to live in Taipei. No crime, no car accidents, no homelessness. He made $100,000+ a month before the VC came in. Cool!
Then we walked on the Third Street Promenade from start to finish, roundtrip, and he talked more, and gave monies to all the homeless people. Today was such a nice day!
He said I drive strongly. He told me what's going on in the fam. He talks to me like an adult. All the fam does now. :)
That's all for now, time's up, toodles, tah tah!