the pursuit of MY happiness

since the 6th grade i had this idea in my head that i wanted to become a P.T. i think it was because i was so heavily into sports that it simply seemed right even though i hadnt the faintest idea of what it was exactly. in college, i discovered the true, all-encompassing rehabilitative extent that physical therapy could provide for people. i wanted more than life to be apart of it. it felt like my calling. the down side to all of this: my grades. unforturnately, throughout the entire medical field, a competitive GPA is required for admission into graduate study. i do not fit that critium - hell, i am lucky to even call myself an UCLA graduate.

lately i've been struggling with a new career direction. i've recently decided that i will not be persuing physical therapy school any longer. after 3 years of applying, i no longer possess the passion fueling my aspirations to become a physical therapist. this pursuit toward financial happiness is reminiscent and almost analogus to a relationship ... like ideals toward love.

for example: love is simple. therefore, a relationship should not be so difficult. granted a fair amount of work has to be done upon a daily basis. but fundamentally, it shouldn't be hard. now applied toward P.T. school - it shouldn't be this hard ... and i perphaps should have had the grades in the first place.

furthermore, i firmly believe that learning about and how to love is a lifelong process. many hold a firm idea and even theorize about love (especially myself), but it's difficult to actually conceptualize and articulate what it is exactly. as far as i know so far, love just exists ... it just is. that leads me to believe that perphaps my love for physical therapy was just an idea; perphaps it was something that i just wanted in my life but did not stop to truly see if it fit with me and my life at this point. (think: round hole, square peg).

don't get me wrong, i truly believe that anyone can be AWESOME at anything if they choose to. i think i would do well as a physical therapist. but realistically, i do not know how well i would fair in P.T.-school itself. perphaps that is what all of the admissions committees have been seeing all along, and i was just hoping that i could prove them wrong.

the discontent in my life is written all over my face this morning. i hold all this passion inside, so entirely overwhelming that i want to cry.

i WANT to do something great~ ... utilize my talents~ ... make my mark in this world.

so, goodbye to an old dream ... no tears, no sadness. it is almost bittersweet.

i am looking forward to a new endeavor. this is my opportunity to make a real dream come true ... to find my true passion and excel.

i just wonder if i will find it or will it somehow find me?

life & liberty

i thought that title appropriate since i just returned from philadelphia, PA. seeing how important/inspirational the liberty bell was for people throughout american history was actually surprising. not much emphasis upon the symbolic importance from the liberty bell is apparent these days ... but i am proud to recognize the american spirit to endure and drive foward to help us gain freedoms not everyone held before is truly an amazing thing.

however, i did not appreciate seeing a sticker at the famous geno's philly cheesesteak saying, "i am american. i speak english." it's exceptionally racist as well as inconsistent with history. america was and still is built upon immigrants. integrating new cultures and values is not easy, but is something truly amazing that we can all co-exist together peacefully. i also did not enjoy walking throughout the city with my teammates (whom were also all chinese/asian) and hearing people asks us if we spoke english.

my rating of philadelphia: like the mediocre apricot tarte i tasted prior to this trip - that city has a lot of potential. it is beautiful, but its people do not take pride in their city ... and it shows. they do not embrace difference. i thought it was the 'city of brotherly love'? perphaps i was spoiled being raised in san francisco, where culture and diversity are celebrated ... spoiled from living in los angeles, where each culture is influences life.

i just wish the rest of the country could remember the basis of our existence: life & liberty ... freedom by way of embracing differences.

as days go by...

as we're already approaching JUNE ... just some food for thought, courtsey of realsimple.com :)

Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day. -- Anonymous

yes, i am the enternal optimist.

memories ...

... like the corner in my mind ...

greetings kiddos,

i know it's been quite awhile since i've personally written to you all. i hope you have been well.

i was in vegas last weekend visiting the parentals for mother's day. we were at dinner and deciding what our plan was for sunday morning. my brother and i decided to make brunch-in-bed for her. a funny thing happened: she told everyone how she remembered how i used to make her breakfast in bed ... but since i was too young to use the stove, i brought her cheerios in a bowl with a spoon, a cup for milk (so she could pour it in), and a cup of orange juice. :)
for some reason, i completely forgot that i used to do that. it's funny really ... to be brought back so quickly like that. i blushed and sebastian laughed. my mom called it cute. gosh, kids are the cutests things! :P

so i brought sebastian to my room at my parents' house ... and my desk that i had since the 2nd grade was moved there .... with junk and all inside of it. we decided to dive in and see what we could find. to my utter humiliation and embarrassment, he found a diary .... he jimmied the little lock and out came moments from i think mid-7th grade. if my memory serves me correct, that was a painful year. HA! after all my begging and pleading ... he only read the 1st entry. fairly harmless (but still embarrassing!!)
but he did bring up a good point: it was a long time ago. sure, it's easier for someone else to laugh at that stuff whereas i'd rather forget that era. i did live through it, and it's helped shaped who i've become today. it's funny what was a big deal to us back then isn't so much so anymore. my life thus far has been such an amazing journey toward self discovery. growing and learning in this great big world.

an now that i've gotten so existentialistic, it's time to continue back to the little things .... like cleaning my room :P

ps - so funny thing as well, my co-worker just saw a monologue play about people who read their diaries from the 6/7th grade ... how coincidental! maybe my diary should be up there too ;)