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| Awhile ago I started thinking how sad it was that I wasn't using my talents lately. Way back in college and stuff I used to love to do things like writing and singing and drawing. I realize that as I got older, I just kind of didn't have time to do it and actually, for awhile, especially after starting work, it pretty much seemed like I settled into a routine.
The strange thing is that lately I guess I've had opportunities to start working on them again. And I just think it's weird that it happens all in church. I get to write a little summary of the sermons, which doesn't seem like much of a big deal, but I guess if the sermons are complicated it could be somewhat fun to figure out a way to condense it into a little paragraph and make it sound good.
Today was the first day that I also led worship for the kids. Actually I'm not sure if I led worship; I actually wasn't the main singer, because my partner doesn't know how to sing harmonies so I decided that he could be melody and I'd take the harmonies. I figured that if we can't have a full band yet, different voices are what's gonna make a song stand out the most when you only have one guitar with you.
Anyways, it's nice to be able to start doing things I used to do. Hopefully I'll find time to start practicing drawing again. | | |
| I haven't posted in awhile. I think it's because my schedule has become kind of filled up with work, gym, and church stuff. Anyway, here is a very important update.
I am one step closer to achieving my one true goal in life: To become the perfect Asian man. You see, many things I have done in life is so that I can have throngs and throngs of admirers chasing after me. Some of it was genetic, such as my looks and talent, while others I have had to work hard for, such as getting a good career, education, wealth, bulking up, and being really spiritual. To attain my perfection, I have now taken steps to woo an even greater population.
Yes, I am soon going to be the most coveted position in the church: worship leader. For K- 5th graders ;). As every silly girl knows, a guy who is up on stage looks 10x better, and his personality and traits are enhanced 100x when a beautiful crooning voice emanates from his vocal pathways. The audience members marvel at the deft and intricate finger motions as they watch a worship leader's hands sweep across the golden strings of a guitar. Their heart breaks when the worship leader gazes into the audience and meets their eyes for a brief moment; it wasn't an accident - he must have been looking at them especially. They swoon because they realize that, to be a worship leader, one must be like, totally spiritual and in tune with God. And thus, after every performance, they giggle and fawn and praise the worship leader, asking to gain spiritual knowledge from him with some one on one time.
Truly, nothing is lacking in my life anymore. I AM the one that you are looking for.
Anyway, only part of this is true. I think girls are pretty dumb because they proclaim to not be superficial, but it's so obvious that a good many girls like a guy just if he happens to be on stage. Girls should get over themselves and admit that they're just as shallow as guys.
And the other part that's true is that I am going to start doing worship for the kiddies of our church. I think it should be pretty fun and really be a great blessing to myself and to the kids, hopefully.
It's also true that I am everything you want. | | |
| Yesterday night I was driving over to a friend's house for some wine and dinner. I was driving in unknown territory so I kinda didn't know what I was doing, and I was also sometimes using my phone to navigate, and I ended up making a left turn where I wasn't supposed to and saw these blue and red lights behind me soon after. They weren't flashing or making noises so I wasn't sure it was me, until I finally heard that beep and "PULL OVER!" so I finally did.
I was kind of nervous, but since I didn't feel like I did anything wrong I was pretty confident. The cop came up to me and asked, "Do you know why I pulled you over?" And I honestly told him, "I really don't know." He told me there was a sign that said I couldn't make a left turn due to construction and I basically told him that I swear I didn't see it. Then he asked me for my license, so I pulled out my wallet and then...
Realized that my license was not in my wallet. I thought back and remembered that it was in my gym pass, because I usually take it with me so I don't have to carry my wallet to the gym with me. I sheepishly told him, "Um.. I don't have it," and told him the truth. He nodded, then asked if he could check the engine for mods since my exhaust was changed and my car was lowered. So I was like, Of course, since I had nothing to hide.
So I got out of the car and I think I fumbled for like a minute trying to figure out how to open the hood (I really don't open it too often), so he probably thought I was an idiot, but I finally got it open and he gave me the ok. Then he walked back to his car and said, "Alright, don't make that mistake again!" And that was it.
He let me go. No ticket, no warning, no nothing. Thaaaaaank yooooooou Jeeeeesus!! And thank you cop for being very very nice. I'm thinking it's probably because he obviously saw that I was a bumbling nerd who had no idea what to do with a car. My friends like to think that I intimidated him with my muscles.
Of course, that night, I didn't drink as much wine as I wanted to. | | |
| I think I've noticed that one of the things I hate the most is having someone observing me in an area where I have to exercise some skill. That's probably why I get so nervous being on stage or doing interviews and all that. I think growing up where I felt judged all the time is a good excuse for my neurosis.
This weekend I realized I also hate being observed while on the job. I think it's one of my biggest pet peeves, because usually you end up not being as good as you can be when someone is watching you. I know I also tend to not be able to use my personality therapeutically because I don't want the observer to think I'm stupid or weird.
I was working with this one patient who had a stroke and ignoring everything on her right side, and her daughter, who happened to be a nurse, was there and wanted to watch the entire treatment session. I was kind of nervous because it meant I had to be on my A-game, especially if it was another medical professional watching me. So my mind was racing to come up a bunch of activities that would be useful and yield results, which can be hard when you're seeing someone for the first time and basing it on a few notes other OTs have written.
Luckily, I think the best thing you get out of being an OT is really observing deficits in normal everyday activities, and immediately when I walked the patient out of the room I noticed how severe her right side neglect was when she started veering towards the right and not noticing things on the floor, also with her arm having less strength and range of motion I decided I could do some quick tabletop activity where I laid out a bunch of different balls across the entire table and had her search for specific colors. Then later I had her pass the balls from her right side across a high hoop to the left side so that she had to look to the right while also using her arm to reach around. Then I decided that since functionally, her walking was problematic I took some of the balls and laid them across the floor (mostly to her right) and had her walk across the gym and pick them all up. Seeing that she was doing well, we walked the halls of the hospital where I would run ahead and place obstacles like monitors, wheelchairs, and walkers to her right to see if she could avoid them. I was pretty dang proud of myself haha.
It made me feel really good when later on I overheard her talking to the family about the treatment session and raving about all the activities we did and how great the patient did. Phew.
I hope I always am imaginative or else one day someone will think I'm a sucky therapist. | | |
| So the past couple weeks I have been fortunate to find a consistent work out partner. The best news is that we can push each other and hopefully get stronger faster, but I'm mostly excited because it means one thing:
I can FINALLY bench press!
So now I found out my actual bench pressing, which is 155 - 160 pounds so far where I can do a decent amount of reps but struggle for a full set. I think I got up to like 180 on the gravity-eliminated machines awhile ago. So the difference isn't too bad, I was kind of scared it would drop like crazy. | | |
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