Be prayerful, be patient, but persistent, everything just doesn’t happen! You have to scrape your knees, get your hands dirty, shed a tear, and shed some blood in some cases. Fight for the things you want, die for the things u believe in.You won’t know your true strength until u feel like u have absolutely none left. I feel that’s where your real power is measured. Make the things you feel you’re entitled to a reward by going above and beyond to reach goals.
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2:00 PM - Wake Up, Shower, Breakfast.
3:00 PM - Start MCAT Studying
7:30 PM - Stop MCAT Studying, Cook for Lunch and Dinner. Store Dinner for Work.
9:10 PM - Leave House, Drive to Work.
10:00 PM - Work Begins
6:30 AM - Work Ends. Go Home
7:15 AM - Brush teeth, Go to sleep
Restart Cycle. Sunday - Friday. Refresh Saturday.
“Routine makes robots, Unroutine makes living worthwhile”
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“Stand here”. Measured weight. “Stand here please”. Measured height. I then sat her down for her blood pressure. Looked up her BMI. recorded it onto my sheet. As I remove her cuff and she look at the paper. Asks bluntly, “Am I fat?”.
4 Billion Neurons firing all at once straining against all possibilities and weighing all possible options before I speak. Too late. 23 years of social engineering and nurturing made me blurt out a regurgitated answer “No, you’re not” as I stare down at her BMI that was >35. “No I am fat” she responds w/o hesitation. I too weak willed and dumbfounded as to how answer. What should I say? Continue w/my 23 years of engineering and reconfirm my own weak willed lie.
In this moment, kind white lies blister off my tongue because I know her BMI may one day lead to heart disease, diabetes, and a plethora of other chronic issues that may plague her. Her physical condition will deteriorate if left unchecked, all because I wanted to help her self-esteem issues. I couldn’t call her fat nor tell her she had a high BMI. I told her if you feel this way, she should exercise and eat healthy so that you can feel healthy and good about yourself.
She left moments later leaving me disappointed in myself. Left me with pondering questions on how to better give truthful answers.
Drivin down da packed eighty East freeway
lookin long for lone lanes on dis freeway
his and my words don crash silent airway
Tryin to take that first step to leap
with willing words that wud makin ba leap
to talk about his life stories of Vietnam so deep
Pen place on paper to page his life together
often fear of askin keep mylips together
and I lose his stories forever
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This blog is about Connie Huang. For all those who don’t know her. I wrote a profile about her for ICS one day. Today I’m here to blog about her! Yes, THE Connie HUANG! This is a follow-up to that ICS. She’s a former EXECUTIVE REACH! DIRECTOR. SHe single handedly slayed millions of backstabbing socioeconomic factors that could’ve derailed hundred of youth from pursuing higher education. Everyday these battles wear on her but somehow she always manages to smile. It’s in these moments where you truly see her brilliance shine against the onslaught of a neverending darkness of social injustice. The smile can not be brought down by the evil -isms nor crushed like peanuts by lost hope of better futures. NO! the smiles continues to be there. Sometimes, I can’t even stand it and this picture below best describes how her smiles makes my inner cynicism feels.
Without CONNIE HUANG to smile and lead the foray into a movement larger than ourselves, we might be slower. In this I’m confident to have known her for so long and luckily will know her even better. On a personal note I have already mentioned this but she refuses to eat any mammalian with four legs and sacrifices her protein diet while her dragonboating days have given her guns large enough to shoot through steel walls. Don’t mess with CONNIE HUANG. it’s dangerous to your health. Trust me look at my inner cynicism.
This is the start
I guess this blog came on a whim at 1:00 AM in the morning. I have never blogged before but I guess this came about because I just wanted a space somewhere for my voice to come out. Here the thoughts will lay down like on concrete for folks to look down, step over, and/or to trip on.