sushilover_jin

I've been hating my username "sushilover_jin" for a long time now and after contemplating it for a while, I decided to move to a new journal. This is it: http://xtatic-fantasy.livejournal.com/ I'll be moving my last entry, which is my most recent one, into that account too so if you want to comment on that entry, don't comment it here, do so in the new journal. I'll be adding my friends back soon too after I'm done with a few things. For now, some things on the new account still has to be fixed. But feel free to add the new account.

Friends have come and gone constantly throughout my life.  I would say more then the average person. And after all those years, I still can't figure out why this happens. I blame it on my personality most of the time. I reasoned that there's probably something wrong with me that I can't see myself but others can, like I'm super weird or something. Or maybe I'm just overly bitchy. Whatever the reason, rarely does any of my friendships last and to tell the truth, that saddens me a little, no matter how much I pretend not to care.

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It's only been the first week back to school so far and already, I don't like one of my professors. On the first day of class, she kept repeating about how hard her classes were, especially her upper division classes (the class I have her in is, unfortunately, upper division) and how she expects all of us to treat her class as an upper division course. I can't explain how much she kept stressing this. It seemed like she wanted to scare some of the students into dropping the class and...I was right. At the end of class, she had this smirk on her face and said, "I wonder how many people I've scared away already?"

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It was announced that we had a paper due in chemistry class two weeks ago, in which everyone had to write a paper about their results from their lab experiments as well as discuss the calculations done for them. Typical me, like always, decided to put it off all the way until the day before it's due to do it. As usual, I figured it wasn't going to be so hard and I could easily type up a full report within a few hours or so. No big deal. What a mistake that was.

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These pictures were taken weeks ago so I've been meaning to post them here but kept forgetting. Oh, because I absolutely hate blogs that are littered with what seems like thousands of giant pictures and you have to scroll down for miles just to get to an earlier entry, I wanted to be more considerate by taking the time to resize my pics as well as have them under the LJ cut, to make my blog more organized. Not that any of my friends keep blogs with 100000 x 1000000 pictures that seem to number over a million (okay, I might be exaggerating a little, but last time, which was pretty recent, I've been on a blog with tons of huge pics, my computer nearly crashed so I got a little pissed off).

Just finished with my homework for Quantitative Chemistry...the one that my professor was expecting all of us to get accurate results from our lab experiment otherwise an F homework. It's times like these that I wondered why I decided to go for a major in Biochem. Why did I choose to become a scientist or a doctor and put up with all this work that my professors consistently load on us? Was I drunk when I chose this major during my senior year in high school?

I realized, nope, I wasn't. My plan was to get a BS degree in Biochem and go on to the medical field at a grad school like UCSF (my dream school to get into) and get my Master's there, and maybe, just maybe, hopefully my Ph.D.! That's my dream anyway. What's the use of all this? Well, I was hoping to become a doctor or a scientist and then earn lots of money. Money. Then something hit me recently. I was talking to one of my professors about my "dreams" and goals in life when suddently, he asked me, "Is money all you want? Because you know...if Obama's healthcare reform took place, you doctors might not be earning so much anymore."

"Are you sure?" I asked him.

"Nope, not quite. I just said MIGHT. It certainly is a possibility. You should consider that."

And what do you know, Obama's reform did pass through the House last weekend. Not that I'm not happy for him, quite to the contrary, I am. Ironically, I've been supporting his reform ever since he thought of it. So why would a wishful university student like me who's planning to be a doctor all for money even support Obama's reform?

Well, it's just now that I finally understood myself. I supported his reform because I honestly hoped that every American has access to healthcare, especially the hard-working ones whose jobs don't provide them one. Quite simply put but I think that's the reason why every Democrat would support it, including me. As for why I decided to stay with my major even though there's a high chance I won't get paid as well in the future--I realized that money isn't the real reason for becoming a doctor. I wanted to become a doctor because I enjoyed the subject. I love biology. I like science because it's fun and interesting, even if it gets difficult at times. Sure, I had the option of becoming an Accountant since many jobs are available for them too and they certainly earn a lot. But after a year of accounting in high school, I realized it was too dull for me. I wanted more excitement, more...research. But most of all, I wanted to help people. Just knowing you managed to save someone's life even if they're a mere stranger brings much happiness to yourself. Or simply knowing you found a cure for an almost incurable disease is great too, even if you stay anonymous and nobody knew you were the one who discovered it. In the end, maybe I didn't want to be like some doctors, the types that only do their job just for money and cared little how their patients are doing (of course, not all doctors are like that, but some are). I want to help people and if given the chance, volunteer to help others in third world countries who can't afford healthcare.

And maybe I also want to prove to my know-it-all sexist aunt that girls can be just as good as boys when it comes to science.

*Quick note: I was inspired to do this by another blogger. The list is supposed to be composed of facts that most of my friends don't know about me. And since I have no idea what to write about today, I figured I might as well to do this. Heck, why not.

1. I actually knew how to speak Chinese when I was 3 years old...and yep, pretty fluently. I was surprised too when I watched my family's home videos recording me when I was a toddler. I don't exactly know how I forgot it. But if I had to find an excuse for forgetting it, I would blame it on my dad. See, my dad's Vietnamese and my mom's Chinese. During the first three years of my life, my dad was mostly away. He was in the military at that time so he was called away pretty often. I lived with my mom and her family as a baby growing up in San Diego. They spoke mostly Chinese so I began to speak Chinese. When my mom finally thought enough was enough, she insisted that my dad stayed at home so that I can have a father. Of course, Dad didn't know any Chinese so my mom communicated in Vietnamese with him. We moved out of my mom's family's house when my father found a job in San Francisco. I gradually forgot Chinese while English became my dominant language, as well as some Vietnamese.

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      Okay, so I've been hanging about a lot outside of my neighborhood and increasingly, I've began to notice more and more guys wearing pants that literally sag all the way past their asses. And I have to ask...WHY? Where the hell did this fashion trend come from? Of course, I shouldn't be surprised by these pants since I've seen them around when I was 11 years old, if not earlier. But still, I just have to wonder where this horrid fashion trend come from. And why is it considered cool to show your boxers and nowadays, briefs?
     I mean this pants are UGLY and showing your butts just makes them worse. These pants are as popular with young men as Miley Cyrus is with little girls. It's ridiculous. Seeing guys walking around the city with their legs spread just to keep their jeans from falling is even dumber. These pants seem to represent the group of men with absolutely no friggin' common sense whatsoever--the ones who can't comprehend the pointlessness of wearing jeans that want to fall completely off their legs; I mean, doesn't that defeat the point of wearing pants a little bit? Last I checked, the whole idea of wearing pants is to conceal most of your legs as well as buttocks. Yet, these stupid baggy jeans totally contradict that.
     Obama definitely wasn't kidding when he thought these jeans were annoying. I totally agree with him. If this weren't a democratic country, I would've supported a law to outright ban these horrid potato sacks. The worse part is that the media seems to support these jeans to some extent (especially if you look at certain types of music videos), promoting it more to younger generations of guys.
     Overall, I cannot, at all, see the appeal in these jeans. This might sound harsh (not that I care so much) but the kind of guys that proudly wear these sacks and waddle around the city like a constipated penguin, are usually the stupid ones who fail at everything in life. Stereotype? Nah, not really. The majority, if not all, of the guys who choose to wear pants that show their asses are the same kinds who hang around and uglify the city with their wannabe gangster pose simply because they have nothing else better to do with their life.