October 21, 2016

How He Asked

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Make sure to check out our proposal video at the bottom of this post :)


Will's birthday was on Monday and to celebrate, he told me he wanted to spend the day with me at the Getty Villa. I had never been there before so I was more than excited to go. We started our day off in Westwood, where we used to live. We had a delicious breakfast in a restaurant I'd never been to (even though I lived there for 6 years) then headed out to the Getty Villa.

The Getty was gorgeous and we had an amazing time walking around and enjoying each other's company. As we were walking, I saw this beautiful archway and asked Will to take a picture with me under it. We set up the tripod to take a picture under the arch but there was no way we'd be able to get a good picture that way. So we waited on the bench for someone we could ask to take a picture of us. So many people had been walking around that we thought we wouldn't really have to wait for long to ask someone to take the picture but for whatever reason, when we sat down, it seemed like no one wanted to walk our way anymore. Finally two people, N and C, walked near us and we asked them to take our picture.


After N took the picture he asked us if we wanted more pictures in other areas and offered to take more in a place with better lighting. I was so shocked. Usually I feel like I'm bothering someone when I ask for this favor but N seemed to enjoy this. He told us he was a photographer and he would be happy to take pictures of us wherever we wanted. Will told him we were going to the East Garden and asked him to come along.

Here's a little background story:
A while back, Will came here with his friends and my brother to scout out the perfect place to propose to me. They all agreed on the East Garden. Will intended to film the proposal with our camera on the tripod (making me believe that we were taking a self-timer picture).


This picture is from the day they visited the Getty Villa to check the place out.

Anyway, we started heading to the East Garden with our new friends N and C when a guard came to tell us that tripods weren't allowed there (Will's original plan was ruined). He said we'd have to check it in but it wasn't until he left that I realized he didn't really specify where to check it in, so I chased after him to ask where and how I could check in the tripod. While I was gone, Will told N and C his plan. He asked N if he could film the proposal while pretending to take pictures of us and N agreed. I met back up with them again and we all went to the East Garden together. N did a really good job pretending to take pictures. He kept moving from one angle to another "find good lighting". Right before the proposal, N moved to yet another angle and I turned to face him, not realizing that Will didn't turn with me. I got ready to pose for another picture when I felt a tap on my lower back. And then another tap. And then another. I'm super oblivious guys. When I finally turned around, Will was on one knee holding up the gorgeous ring. He nervously whispered, "Will you marry me?" and I immediately started crying. I nodded and took the ring and when we kissed for the first time as fiancé and fiancée, the crowd of people around us cheered and applauded. It was a magical moment, straight out of a fairy tale. I can't even begin to describe how happy I am that I get to live happily ever after with my Prince Charming. Here's to the beginning of the rest of our lives!




Our proposal video



August 30, 2016

The Beginning

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I feel like I've been thrown into a tornado. But I like it. My life was so calm before June but it was starting to get boring. A lot has happened and is currently happening and I feel like I'm reaching all over the place trying to find a way to stabilize myself. Side note: if you're one of my YouTube subscribers, now you know why we've been MIA haha. Anyway, right after Thailand, as if to mark the next chapter in our lives, Will cut his long golden locks in favor of a more professional short haircut. Then we moved into our current apartment. I hadn't thought of this before but I when I stepped into our new place, I realized that this was a big step in my relationship. Yes, I lived with Will for years before this but it was in a co-op, in an old frat house, with like 20 other college students/recent graduates. No we have a two bedroom, two bath, two walk-in closet to ourselves.


But even though this is a huge change for me, the biggest change came when class started. Someone told me that medical school is like trying to drink water from a fire hydrant. They couldn't be more correct. It's not like the information is incredibly difficult. It's just the amount that's thrown at us. We're expected to learn so much in a very small amount of time. On top of that, since school is just starting, there are a lot of random things I have to keep track of that sometimes take me by surprise. Buying scrubs, getting a stethoscope, livescan, mask fitting, white coat, frenzied schedule, hospital ID, gloves for anatomy, downloading the software we use to take tests, etc. And I have to admit, sometimes I longingly looked back to the boring life I had just a few months ago, but then I experience things that remind me of how much I want to be here. I dissected my "first patient" and for the first time, saw the inside of a human body. I watched an open-heart surgery on a 6 month old baby as surgeons showed me the little holes in his heart that they had to cover up. I watched them wire his tiny ribs back together and I never thought I would think a baby could be so durable. It was awe-inspiring. I saw another patient today who had a huge gash in her arm from wrist to elbow but I ended up learning more about her hectic home life and saw how resilient she was to confidently navigate through situations that many would consider traumatic. Coming home to study has more meaning to me than it ever did as an undergrad. For the first time, I can really see what I'm working towards and learning, to me, has become a blessing rather than a burden. This tornado of a life is tossing me around right now but I'm starting to go with the flow and watch the pieces fall into place. Soon it'll calm down. And I'll be flying.


May 12, 2016

The Sun

I read a Warsan Shire quote recently that said
“So here it is. I loved him, yes. But loving him made me kind of hate myself, and that wasn’t good.” and another quote that said "Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction."
And I would love to say I can't relate but I’ve been destructively in love before. If love is what you call it.

The First
Was a sweet talker, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, projected his faults into me. He made me feel like a goddess, but in a world where men were the gods, saying that society would never name me ugly, so that’s why he loved me. He was the accuser, making me hate myself because of him. As he broke our relationship by going from one girl to another, he made me feel like it was my fault. There was something wrong with me because I couldn’t give him what he wanted and he had to get it from someone else. By the time we broke up, he had turned me into a monster, waiting for the day I’d fall for another. I destroyed people like he destroyed me. I waited for the day he would be exhaled from my lungs and I could catch my breath and inhale someone else. I wanted to forget how my lips made their home in his. Forget the feeling of his breath caressing my neck. Because it was too easy to dream about him and clutch my pillow in the morning as he escaped farther and farther away with each screech of my alarm. I thought alcohol would erase my memory, pretending my life was complete with parties and Bacardi. I let the night consume me but even darkness couldn’t remove me from the grip of his memory. Because the day would come and bring the love songs that were painful reminders of his empty promises. Day would come and reveal the place where is name was engrained in me and make me relive dead memories. Even my tears reminded me of him when they caressed my cheek before abandoning me and I stuck my words to my throat because my heart tried to escape with each syllable. To others, I learned how to hide my unsteady breaths and uneven sighs. Back then, I thought love and hate were opposites but the truth is they fit together almost as well as my fingers did through his. I needed the true opposite of love, I needed indifference.

The Second
was more cunning. My destruction, like many things, happened gradually, then all at once. It was like clouds began to creep in on my sunshine so subtly I didn’t even notice. Then suddenly it was pouring and I was left wondering how I got there. Wasn’t it just sunny? He had already ripped me to shreds before I even realized he entered inside me. I tore myself apart to hold him together. I got burned just to keep him warm. And even after he left, I didn’t know I was in pieces until someone put me back together. The Second was the man boy who made me feel ugly so I could go to him to feel beautiful. He stripped me of my worth so I needed him to not feel worthless. He chose when we would have sex, even if I didn’t want it. He made me hate myself so I would rely on him to love me. He was a demon, pretending to be an angel, that needed to be exorcised from my life. When I hit my lowest low, I tried, again, to drink away my misery and wrote a poem called Drunk:

I feel every step the spirit takes
It starts at my lips, waltzes across my tongue, makes its way down my throat,
Like liquid fire, it burns everything in its path.
It spreads through my body, to my fingertips, to my toes.
Now it's overtaking my being, taking over my balance.
I fly like a spirit
For I am possessed.
I see it when my eyes are open.
I feel it when my eyes are closed.
My tongue has lost its function,
My words are chained as they escape my lips
And most of them fall to the ground before reaching ears.
Spirit almost terrifying
Yet still more welcomed
Than the horrible reality from which it takes me


But eventually I set myself free from him. The light started to come back and I didn’t truly know how low I was until I started climbing up. And I started to see the sun. His rays were blond and he made me shine. But I was broken and scared. I warned him that the fire flowing through my chest could melt his heart and I couldn’t love him the way I should, the way he loved me. Those emotions were trapped by my fear of reopening scars. I told him I was broken but he said good, light comes in through the cracks. So I guess that’s how he got in and started pulling my pieces back together from the inside. For years, he helped me put myself together. And through his love, he taught me how to love him, the right way, the real way. So I wrote this poem:

My heart was heavy but in your arms it takes refuge
Eradicating my presumptions from the day that I met you
But sometimes I slip, you allow me to clutch you
I am the moon
You are my sun
Darkness can’t touch you


With time, the pain from the First and Second slowly faded until it disappeared. Now I can bask in the sun :)

March 16, 2016

#goals

77 days into the new year and I just realized I never really made a New Year's Resolution. Last year, I had a long list but that might be because of how badly the year started off for me. There were so many things in my life I wanted to improve, include, or change altogether and I'm happy to say I successfully completed most of the things on my list (one of the hardest being getting into med school). My year ended a lot better than it started and for that, I am so grateful.

*****2016 New Year's Resolutions*****

  • Travel to Thailand - I recently bought my ticket and I can't wait!
  • Keep up with my YouTube channel
  • Draw, read, and write more
  • Keep up with my blog
  • Take better care of my body
  • Go on more adventures and stop taking this city for granted - when I studied abroad, I explored every country I visited. I made sure to make the most out of my time there.



When I came back to America, one of my new friends decided to visit Los Angeles. It wasn't until I tried to entertain him that I realized I knew nothing about this city. I've gotten better of course. I've gone on more adventures I tried to explore this place more. But it seems like there's always something I've never done. That's something I love about this place. I have all this time off now; I should take advantage of it.



LA can be pretty awesome too

  • Get an apartment with Will - I love where I live, but I am sooooooooo ready to move on! I want my own place. I feel like I'm still an undergrad in my current house, living with 20something other students. I want my own kitchen, hardwood floors, privacy, etc. We're currently looking :) We didn't renew our lease so this is happening for real!
I think that's it, at least for now. I'm so excited to make my goals a reality :)

February 16, 2016

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

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It's a wonderful feeling, knowing that you've met the person with whom you will spend the rest of your life. I realized this a while ago, but on Valentine's Day, I couldn't get it out of my head. The day began with breakfast at my favorite breakfast spot. Will kept bringing up little surprises throughout the day. Like the croissant he bought beforehand for me to eat with my omelette. It might seem small but it was so thoughtful of him to remember little details (like the fact that I love to sandwich omelettes in soft butter croissants). But it was when we went to view our first potential apartment that our future together began to become more and more real. The thought engraved itself in my mind for the day, making my Valentine's experience that much more amazing.
After viewing the apartment, Will took me to see the breathtaking Venice (California) Canals for the first time. 

 





 We found a Thai restaurant near the water and he gave me a beautiful rose after lunch.

He took me to the highest rated comic book store on Sunset because he knew I would love it. Afterwards, we headed off to Griffith park where we sat in the grass and talked about - get this - the Theory of Relativity and Gravitational waves (among other things). How romantic right? Of course, that's not all we talked about. It was a serene moment of deep talks and just appreciating each other's presence. We ended the night out with a candle-lit three course meal at a fancy French restaurant. It was a very intimate setting and the chef even came by to greet us before dessert.

For Valentine's Day, I made Will this 11x14 "Remember When" poster

Rather than pay to have it designed, I made it myself using Photoshop (and it was actually a lot of fun). It looked wonderful in its 16x20 matted frame. The hardest part was choosing what memories to include. I had what I thought was a short list of a few memories but I ended up having to delete a lot of what I wrote because they wouldn't fit on the poster.

We ended our perfect night with wine and a movie. I couldn't have asked for a better Valentine's Day. And I couldn't have asked for a better man to love me.

If you want to see a short video of our day, click here :)

January 29, 2016

Getting into med school 5

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Requesting Letters of Recommendation
  • I think one of the most important things to do when requesting letters of recommendation is to ask your writers early!
  • Most schools require a letter from two science professors and one non-science professor. Of course sending in other letters is recommended (especially if the writer played a big role in one of the most meaningful activities you wrote about). But make sure you get the required professors to write letters.
  • I would suggest going to office hours and getting to know the professor so that they can write a good and personal letter on your behalf. Getting an A in the class is not enough because a short/bad letter is much worse than not having a letter at all. Some students go to their TA's office hours if their classes have like 200+ students. The TA can write a big part of the letter on your behalf and give it to the professor to finish and submit.
  • I also suggest talking to your writer in person and then emailing them after they agree to write the letter. They will most likely ask for a CV and and a statement of purpose (or a rough draft of your personal statement). In the email, you can give them all the details about how to submit or mail the letter to AMCAS. Make sure your email is polite and professional and send it as soon as possible.

Interviews
  • Attire: professional, no exceptions. A suit with a shirt and tie for men and a suit with pants or a skirt (with pantyhose) for women. Make sure the skirt isn't too short or too tight. When buying suits, I'd stick to black, grey, or navy blue. Shirts should always be tucked in. A lot of websites say that women should wear heels. I disagree. You'll take a tour of the school before or after every interview so make sure you wear comfortable close toe shoes. If you're comfortable in short heels, feel free to wear them. To my first interview, I wore short heels and brought flats in my bag. After that, I just wore flats to interviews. Many other girls did too. Your jewelry should be limited to small stud earrings (and maybe a necklace if it's understated).
  • Your hair should be neat and out of your face. I wore my hair in a top bun to every interview. Don't overdo your makeup. You can wear mascara/eyeliner and a little foundation if you want. But don't wear falsies or bright lipstick or anything distracting. If you absolutely have to wear makeup, go for a neutral look. Also, your nails should be clean and trimmed. I suggest not wearing any colored nail polish but if you do, make sure it isn't chipped and the color isn't too "loud".
  • Bringing a bag is optional but I recommend it. I brought a dark maroon bag that was professional looking. They will give you folders and papers so you'll need a place to put them. I also suggest bringing a portfolio folder to take notes. I saw that some websites recommended bringing a copy of your application and CV. You can if you want, but I see no point in doing so. They have all your information already.
  • Look up the school and its values before the interview. They will want to know why you applied to that specific program.
  • Some schools ask about current events in medicine so read up on that.
  • If you're flying to an interview, book your flights early and if possible, fly in two days before the interview. Especially if you're interviewing in the winter (because flights often get delayed/changed/canceled because of snow or other weather problems).
  • Be on time!!
  • Have a general idea of what you want to say but don't rehearse it. The one question you have to, HAVE TO know the answer to is, "Why do you want to be a doctor?" To help people is not a good answer. Briefly talk them through your journey to realizing medicine was for you. Know the answers to questions about your 15 activities, personal statement, and grades (some might ask why you got a low grade in a certain class).
  • Have good questions to ask at the end of the interview. Sometimes they ask if you have any questions for them. Make sure you look up the school. You can ask about specific programs or their experiences, etc. I was genuinely curious about the answers to all the questions I asked and I think they could tell. I didn't just look up what to say. And not every question was medicine-related.
  • MMIs:
    • Not every school has them but most of the interviews I had were MMI style
    • This website explains what they are is perfectly. To sum it all up, there will be different rooms ("stations") and you and your fellow interviewees will rotate through the stations. You'll have 8-10 minutes in each station and each will be very different. You might meet an actor and have to play a role (so they can see how you'd react in a certain situation), you might just be interviewed regularly, you might be given a scenario, you might have to write an essay, you might be in there with another interviewee, etc.
    • This YouTube page helped me prepare for the scenarios I faced. I really suggest watching the MMI videos. They were sooooooo helpful!
  • Get a good night's sleep the night before. Try to relax (I know it's sometimes easier said than done). Be friendly and fun to talk to.
  • My experiences:
    • I was fortunate to have an extremely relaxed first interview. It was not at all stressful. I was nervous when I arrived (the school is in LA and it rained! I thought that was a bad sign since it never rains over here). But the dean of the school was so nice and welcoming! She told us to relax and she sat down to informally chat with us. I could almost physically feel the tension leave the room after just ten minutes of talking to her. By the time she left the room, we were all joking and laughing and having a good time. My interviewer, unlike the rest, was dressed pretty casually. We went into a room with couches and a coffee table. The first question she asked was, "Tell me about yourself." And from there, our "interview" just turned into a fun conversation. Seriously, it was like we were old friends catching up. We were laughing and talking and I was getting to know her just as much as she was getting to know me. I don't think it was supposed to be like that but the way I answered the first question led our conversation away from the formal interview and towards the casual conversation. Then we were given a tour and I sat in on a class. After that, I had a student interview. The student had a list of questions to ask so our interview still felt a bit like an interview (but only a bit). She was about my age, went to my undergraduate college, and had the same major I did. We couldn't finish all the questions because of our conversations. Our interview actually ended a little late because we were still talking and we continued our conversation even as we exited the room and went back upstairs to meet the others. I genuinely enjoyed my time there. If it had been under different circumstances, I think we could have even become friends. The dean actually told us the date she would send out the acceptance/rejection emails so on that day, I was had my gmail app open on my phone basically refreshed it every 5 minutes until I got my acceptance email (I felt like crying and had to show my boyfriend to make sure I wasn't making it up in my mind). This is my #1 school (tied with another school).
    • The rest of my interviews were MMI style. Honestly, I'm not a huge fan but I think that's just because my first interview was so well. MMIs weren't that bad and those interviews seemed to go by very quickly because of the way they were broken down. I was surprised I never got the same question twice with how many schools I went to with this kind of interview style. So be prepared for anything because they have a wide variety of station questions/tasks. I got accepted into one of them (my backup school) and waitlisted at another (my #4 choice). I'm waiting to hear back from the rest.
    • Afterwards I got denied from two schools (I wasn't even invited for an interview), withdrew my application from other schools, and canceled the rest of the interviews I had scheduled.

Waiting
  • Honestly I think this is the hardest part :(
  • After the interview, send thank you notes or emails to your interviewers.
  • If the school allows it, send updates if you've accomplished more after you were interviews (new publications, new volunteer experiences, etc.)
Accepted!
  • First and foremost, CONGRATULATIONS!
  • You can hold multiple acceptances for a while. But then, some time in April, you have to choose one school. If you get accepted into another school after choosing one, you can drop the acceptance you held before and choose the new school or stick with your choice and deny a spot in the new school.
  • Withdrawing applications: I withdrew a lot  applications after being accepted into my #1 (tie with another school) choice and interviewing for my (other) #1 and #3 choices. I think it's important to withdraw your application so that you can allow other students to be interviewed/accepted in your place. There's no point taking up a spot you don't want. Thank schools the schools for not denying you, requesting an interview, or accepting you. Then politely decline their offer.

I think this will be the last part of my Getting Into Med School series. I tried to cover the topics not covered in the other posts. But let me know if I missed something! If you have any questions or comments, please don’t hesitate to leave them in the comment section below. Or you can email me directly using the “contact me” section at the bottom of my blog :)

January 4, 2016

Here's to the New Year

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2015 might have been one of the most painful years of my life. Well, at least the first half. Early January last year, Will and I were lying on his bed and he asked me what I was thinking. My mind was racing with useless thoughts so I just said, "Nothing." He told me, “There’s something different about you.” When I asked him what he meant, he paused for a long time then said, “I don’t know… you seem lost.”

That's because I was.

Nothing in life seemed to be working out for me at that moment (in almost all aspects of my life, a list too long and too personal to include in a blog post). Many of these things made me question my future and put me through a lot of emotional turmoil. But then, around July, things began working themselves out. One at a time, a problem in my life was solved. I got a good job, a couple of med school acceptances, built a SIGNIFICANTLY better relationship with my boyfriend, got help with some other problems, and things started to take off from there. Looking back, it was kind of a sudden transition, taking only a couple of months to turn my circumstances around. But it felt so slow, so agonizingly slow.

To be completely honest, sometimes I try to forget the beginning of 2015. It would take several journal entries, several hours of talking to explain how difficult it was. But I know I should be glad I can't block out the year. The hardships I went through last year taught me so much about myself and about the world and I feel that I am a better person because of it. From narrowly escaping the possibility of losing my apartment to dealing with the death of a friend, and countless other things in between. Some lessons included: I learned to stop overthinking and stressing over little things. With so much going on, the insignificant things that once bothered me became irrelevant and remained irrelevant. I learned how to be a better girlfriend and a more understanding person in general. I grew up in the real world and took on more responsibility. No longer could I rely on financial aid or work-study jobs. And, I think most importantly, I learned the importance of expressing my love towards my friends, family, and boyfriend more than ever before; it should not take a funeral for me to tell someone how much they mean to me.


This picture was taken on my anniversary, December 15, 2015, when the year was ending peacefully and joyfully, very clearly distinct from its beginning.

2016 began with my first New Year's kiss and a wonderful Hollywood celebration. The mood was amazing and I was happy. But I couldn't help but remember Jan 1st of last year, also in Hollywood, but celebrated with a friend whose soul has now left the Earth, a reminder to myself to cherish these moments and appreciate the people in my life.