how often...

how often do you compromise your faith for "fun"
how often can you say no to the holy spirit and still have life
how often is it supposed to hurt
how often can someone say something one minute and be completely different the next

pulling out my hair and crying out "DADDY" "ABBA" "YAHWEH"

i believe in Him and his omnipotence.
i just finished a case for christ and am now watching expelled con ben stein.

baptitzo - april 26, 2009

Lift me higher

it seems like no matter where i am in my life, i can't get away from the discussion of relationships. our very essence is made for these intimate bonds. if we don't have them, we yearn for them. if we do, I have a feeling we have all taken them for granted at one point or another.

i can't get my thoughts out again. in short, i know what i want/need but i easily get caught up in the excitement (though i'm getting better at keeping what is bad for me away from me).

a good friend is hard to come by...

downtown on a wednesday with an amazing dinner and an old friend = not so bad evening.

i may have been in a slump lately (october 08 to march 09) with a fair share of ups and downs, but i just saw the yes man with jim carrey and i'm not going to lie, it was a reminder for me to seize opportunities and to allow opportunities to present themselves (i.e. obey God = very interesting and fulfilled life).

i am wondering what is next and how my relationships with friends/family/boys will be, how deep? how broadening? how long? whatever tomorrow brings, i know it will always be fun (is there a better word here?).

la dolce vita

Dear God

your plans are perfect and I love seeing them work out. I can't identify all the details nor all the purposes that you have put into every second of every event, but those that I do recognize, I rejoice in them and sing your praises. It is a reminder for me to sing your praises always. On Wednesday, my grandfather called me to say that I got accepted to medical school. He read the first line of the letter in perfect English. So, after settling down from the surreal moment, hanging up the phone with pop pop and running to my father's ICU to tell him, I started to question if I really did get accepted. Pop pop can't read English?!

Late last night, I sent an email to AT Still Arizona cancelling my interview appointment that is scheduled for Monday. I spent most of this morning wondering if that was a good idea. I would have loved to check out the University, but the stress of preparing for the interview after knowing that I got accepted to my top choice DO program didn't make sense.

I decided to call the University to confirm my acceptance.

"Hi Ana, I am out of town right now so my grandfather, who doesn't speak english very well, told me that I got accepted to Western U. I was hoping to confirm if I did get accepted."
Slight giggle, "Oh, what's your last name"
"Chau"
"Yes" - Ana
"YES! That's great news."
"Well, you have secured a spot for the class entering in Fall 2010, this year's class is full."
"Oh."
"If anyone cancels, because many people cancel between now and August. you'll get a call from us."
"Oh, ok, well...I'll take it. Thanks."

Feeling strange, but excited nonetheless, I got off the phone. I was given a one-year deferrment without asking for one. This means, I get to do things. I get to spend more time with my father. Perhaps travel, and work on that nonprofit idea with Zack that includes biking up the coast of california. Life is full and I am blessed. I don't have to take my mcats again or reapply to secure my spot and now i can apply for the national health service corps and if i get accepted, they'll pay for all four years rather than three because i missed the deadline for this year's application.

I also noticed a few other incredible twists to plans as of late including my dad's surgery date with UCLA doctor, Linda Liau. Everything is well. Thanks God.

Warmest Regards,

Hang

yes! victory.

4:30am, leave apt for ronald reagan ucla medical center.
5:00am, admissions paperwork
5:30am, procedure and treatment unit (pre-op)
6:00am, meets with OR nurse, anesthesiologists, and pa
7:30am (as scheduled), dad moves to the OR
9:00am, a phone call from William (OR anesthesiologist), "everything is going as planned"

(we get a call every 2 hours to let us know how things are going)

1:30pm, they're closing
1:35pm, Dr Liau "i think i got it all" <-- i think i'm inspired by amazing doctors.
2:54pm, he's in the recovery room

grandma's 81st birthday

It's 7:20pm, the day before my dad's second brain surgery. I'm emotional but not discouraged. Yesterday was filled with some classy moments: dad in the bathroom for half an hour after I had used it (tmi). everyone singing happy birthday to my grandmother while she was surrounded by her great grandchildren and then me leading a second round of happy birthday singing. She is a great woman.

listening to trevor davis, wondering where I am going, hoping that i'm not going to fast and that my faith grows roots. I wish my dad would be more receptive right now to doing something...

surgery scheduled

friday is almost gone. sat. sun. mon. and then there is tues...8 hours in the hospital.

..........

yes. eric mabius, crash and burn

procrastination

I think i'm just avoiding statistics homework right now. ok...weird, crazy week:
hung out on a boat in marina, slept on a hammock.
met bj's twin - it was scary fabulous. there was more to it than just v-neck white t's and skinny jeans. wondered how they would get along.
slept in a pimped out vw bus with three other people. very weird moments.
hung out with dad and family in old town! plain fun.
campland by the bay bonfire and stuff. part of sleeping in vw bus.
err... ok, there's more but i have to go.