Over the past couple of years, I noticed the amount I blog has dropped significantly. Even the amount of time I spend thinking about what to write has fallen. It could be the fact that the classes are getting harder and require much more time, but I believe it may also be attributed to the advent of “microblogging.”
Granted, a lot of posts I used to make held very little substance – they were mere ramblings and rants from a young teenager going through quite a bit of melodrama. However, I still posted quite often; I posted multiple times per day! Before that, I actually wrote in my journal pretty often as well.
Later came Facebook with its “status updates”. It eliminated the compulsion to blog about every tiny thing that occurred in my average day-to-day life. Instead, it was replaced by the urge to continuously make status updates. This is the same with Twitter and its tiny updates that one can post by simply texting (and now with an app, for those of you with those fancy smartphones…).
It seems that in this time, I’ve developed a mindset that anything that should be posted on an actual blog or written in a journal should have material, thoughts, or some sort of discussion that merits a longer post. But really, as a former blogger who has few followers (none at all at the moment with the lack of updates), there is nary a point to even bother, yet here I am.
In a way, microblogging has helped to pave way for bloggers who actually have a lot of entries with substance rather than the aforementioned ravings of over-emotional status-type posts and spur of the moment “me” posts. I’m thankful for that when I read other blogs, but I’m slightly disappointed at how barren my own site has become.
On the eve of a day of joy, thanks, family, and friends before a season of celebrations, comes a bit of sadness and emptiness. At 12:10 PM today, Dr. James Robertson, Jr. passed away after a long struggle with pneumonia.
Dr. Robertson was a very supportive individual and strong in his convictions. His impact was seen everywhere throughout the school. When one needed advice or simply someone to talk to, he would lend an ear. He was friendly, but he knew when to be stern and get down to business. The Rangel College of Pharmacy, its students, its faculty, its employees, and its organizations would not be where they are now without all of his hard work and support through the past few years as Associate Dean. However, I am sure that my colleagues will agree that we’ve lost more than a dean; we’ve lost a teacher, a mentor, a leader, a guide, an advocate, and most importantly, a friend. It will be a tough position to fill.
I regret that he will not be present during our graduation, but I will never forget his support from before I even became a student at this school, his kindness when I needed such most in Kingsville, nor his willingness to pay for and share a cab when I ran late for my flight back from Las Vegas last summer (of which, I did end up paying him back, thankfully). Ultimately, I am thankful that I had the chance to meet such an extraordinary individual.
May God rest his soul. Rest in peace, Dr. Robertson.
This was on today. One thing that struck me was the “Asian Poker Face”, which apparently garnered the attention of others thinking that they were angry all the time just because they didn’t smile all the time since it’s considered crazy rather than friendly if you are smiling all the time in certain cultures.
I had this happen too many times. It’s rather frustrating when you’re having an actually nice day and you’re accused of being angry and they won’t accept any other possibility.
As if it weren’t bad enough that my patients don’t trust me because I look too young to them.
Speaking of which, I found myself guilty of judging people as crazy for smiling too much. Especially Asians. Example would be the State Farm commercial they have on TVB. They’re either retarded or crazy. I highly doubt you have to be raised the way I was to think that. (Also, they sound heavily ABC – American Born Chinese – here)
Despite my background, however, the measure of success I was taught was not just about the grades that I get in school; it was also measured by the people I know. It was, however, difficult for me to understand what I kept doing wrong while trying to get to know people despite doing my best to be congenial. Rather, according to this, I am led to believe it’s due to others not being able to understand me. So either I have to learn to adapt to this, or the country needs to adapt. Both are difficult, but it’s likely easier for me to adapt than to wait for all my possible patients or contacts to adapt to me.
Of course, as I mentioned, it’s difficult, especially since it has followed me through all of my youth. I’ve heard some professionals claim that it’s near impossible for one to change one’s personality or behaviour once they pass the age of 21. I fall under this category. I intend to beat those odds, but I’m not quite sure where to start. After all, no one tells me when I’m doing something right…
An old friend and next-door neighbour of mine recently started up a new blog in a new venture. She’s creating original, handcrafted jewelry and special requests are accepted. If you are at all interested in jewelry, please check it out at http://adorningcreation.wordpress.com/
All proceeds will be going towards paying for her tuition and for her family (which saw a new addition less than half a year ago!).