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Push to achieve tied to suicide in Asian-American women

Um, duh.

Ok, now that I’m done with that insightful commentary, I just want to say that not getting straight A’s has never been so horrifying to me that I would want to commit suicide over my grades. (That doesn’t stop me from petitioning my school to reinstate my A from last term so my GPA doesn’t drop.)

In all seriousness, in 2005, the United States Department of Health and Human Services reported that Asian American females between the ages of 15 and 24 had the highest suicide rate among all women in that age range.

The push to achieve is also often cited as a factor in suicide for Asian-American men or Asians (see this article about suicide in Taiwanese youth from a few years back).

With the recent suicide of Jennifer Tse, a junior biochemistry and molecular biology major at UC Davis, the issue of stress among the Asian American female population has been brought to the forefront. [full story]

While I think this is a very likely reason that Asian-American women who commit suicide do so, I think it ignores potential mental health issues that may be related. Are these women clinically depressed? Have they received any treatment? Did they have social issues? Did they possibly use drugs? There are any number of other reasons that could have also pushed them to the point of suicide, but I think it’s easy to put it under the “push to achieve” umbrella and blame the Model Minority expections. I’m not saying culture and achievement don’t have a major part in this; they probably do.

However, I think it’s dangerous to ignore the other things that may or may not have been going on the victims lives and say “Oh man, she was under so much pressure to achieve and she couldn’t take it.” While a gal may not be able to change parents who are pushy, or a college admission system that is incredibly competitive, or even a society who looks at her and expects her to achieve, if someone is depressed because she lost a boyfriend and doesn’t feel good about her self-image (on top of having a lot of pressure to achieve), it’s possible for her to seek help about some of the other problems and possibly prevent a tragedy for a family and community.

Sometimes a great big problem is made up of a whole bunch of unrelated problems.

Oh yeah, here’s the story:

Push to achieve tied to suicide in Asian-American women
By Elizabeth Cohen, CNN. POSTED: 2:53 p.m. EDT, May 16, 2007

Story Highlights
• Suicide second-leading cause of death for Asian-American women 15-24
• Highest suicide rate among women of any race, ethnicity for that age group
• Experts cite “model minority” expectations, family pressures as factors

ATLANTA, Georgia (CNN) — One evening in 1990, Eliza Noh hung up the phone with her sister. Disturbed about the conversation, Noh immediately started writing a letter to her sister, a college student who was often depressed. “I told her I supported her, and I encouraged her,” Noh says.

But her sister never read the letter. By the time it arrived, she’d killed herself.

Moved by that tragedy, Noh has spent much of her professional life studying depression and suicide among Asian-American women. An assistant professor of Asian-American studies at California State University at Fullerton, Noh has read the sobering statistics from the Department of Health and Human Services: Asian-American women ages 15-24 have the highest suicide rate of women in any race or ethnic group in that age group. Suicide is the second-leading cause of death for Asian-American women in that age range.

Depression starts even younger than age 15. Noh says one study has shown that as young as the fifth grade, Asian-American girls have the highest rate of depression so severe they’ve contemplated suicide.[full story]

(If you have time to check it out on CNN tonight, Elizabeth Cohen examines depression in Asian-American women and the cultural stigma against getting help, on “Paula Zahn Now,” 8 p.m. ET)

h/t: OutOutBlogger, who sent me the link to this article, saying she thought of me when she read the article!

(x-posted at 8asians.com)

Another long day.

Today I spent several hours during the afternoon writing a correspondence regarding a grade situation from last term.

To make a long story short, our professor was incorrect in making a class pass/no pass in the syllabus last semester. I asked her several times to check on this, as I wanted a letter grade for tuition reimbursement purposes. She responded via email (at the beginning of the semester) that the class was being considered by the administration for a letter grade for a future term, but for the current term, it would be pass/no pass. I let the issue rest. A week before the end of the term, I found out from classmates taking the same class at a different location that their professor was assigning letter grades. We immediately consulted with the chair of the department who informed us we were supposed to be receiving letter grades. At the next class session (which happened to be the final class session), I brought the issue up in class. She informed the class she would check on this situation. By this time, the term was effectively over.

After all our final assignments were turned in, the Professor sent an email to the class stating that she was not aware that the class was for a letter grade when she was putting the syllabus together and that we would indeed be assigned letter grades, which would be ready in a week. When I checked my final grade, I saw that I received an A.

Obviously, my classmates who did not receive an A complained about the situation, which I agree, was completely valid. So after “a complete review” (which I was not aware of since I didn’t complain about my grade), we received an email from the school saying that all the students in the class would receive pass/no pass credit for completing the course; our letter grades were to be rescinded. This email was sent to me to my school email address (which I rarely check) a week ago.

So when I opened my email today and saw that email sitting there, I was upset. For the last month, I believed I had received an A. And now I am being told retroactively that my grade is being removed? I didn’t even know that a review was in progress, otherwise I would have put my two cents in at that time.

I am currently waiting for a response from the school, but because I anticipate the response to be against me, I am prepared to petition to the administrative committee.

This sucks because it’s not like I have all kinds of free time to put petitions together.

But this situation is unfair and based on the information I had, I believe I deserve to be able to keep my A.

(I know, people have worse problems than this. But I work hard for my grades. I put a lot of effort into school and sacrifice my time and energy from other activities to devote to my studies. When you invest so much of yourself in something, you do care about the things you earn… like grades.)

Brief update

I think I need to ban myself from the intarweb for a while. I bombed my Business Law quiz tonight. This class is going to kick my ass. Last week, I took the practice quiz and missed 3 out of 20, basically a B. But it didn’t count. And I hadn’t even read the chapters we were quizzed on last week.

It pains me to say that not only did I read the chapters we were quizzed on tonight, but I thought I knew what I was doing. Until I got my score back… 13 out of 20. I MISSED 7! That’s a D/F! Holy crapola! Good thing we are allowed to drop our two lowest scores from our final grade. But that means I have to ace the quizzes from here on out. If I believed the secret of getting a good grade was not reading like I did last week, then I would be blogging a lot more.

But right now I have a nerdly 3.95 overall GPA (I would have a 4.0 if I hadn’t received an A- the semester my Dad passed away because I bombed a final), and I would like to maintain it. So now that I finally have a book to read, I’m going to put more effort into reading and understanding the book so I do better in the future.

However, I still allowed myself to watch tonight’s HEROES. OMG! zOMG! Eeeeeeeeee!

In related news, VARIETY reports the following:

“Heroes: Origins” will air in “Heroes’” Monday night timeslot, most likely after the original completes its season run (but possibly when it takes a hiatus). The net has ordered six segs of “Origins,” which combined with “Heroes” makes for 30 hours.

NBC Entertainment prexy Kevin Reilly said “Heroes: Origins” will allow the regular show to air virtually uninterrupted through the season.

“I’m calling it the ‘Bulk-Up Challenge,’ ” Reilly said. “We’re trying to stay more consistent in the scheduling for our audience … so we’ll fill out the year, with not a lot of repeats or a long hiatus. We’ll keep the pedal to the metal next year on ‘Heroes.’”

Reilly credited “Heroes” creator-exec producer Tim Kring with pitching the spinoff. Kring will oversee a second crew that will write and produce the episodes simultaneously with the original skein.

“Heroes: Origins” will air as stand-alone episodes that center each week on a different character not yet seen on the original show. Peacock has also added an interactive element to the show: Viewers will be asked to pick their favorite character from “Origins,” who will then join the cast of the full-blown “Heroes” skein the following year.

Mother’s Day without Mom sucks.

I called my Mom to wish her a happy Mother’s Day late last night (so that it would be Sunday in Taiwan). I only got to speak to her for a few minutes, but it was nice to hear her voice. She told me she got the card and pictures my brother and I had sent earlier in the week. So glad they got there in time.

After a hellish Saturday, I woke up way too early on Sunday: 6am. My alarm was set for 9:30. Why I woke up so early, I have no idea. Since I was up so early, I thought I would try and visit my Grandma early, before I had to be at work at noon. Unfortunately, at around the time my alarm was set to go off, I go really tired and was going to take a 15 minute nap. My 15 minute nap ran an hour and a half too long, so I just got up and went straight to work instead.

After work, I had to run a quick errand to K-town, and then I got back in the car and went to visit Grandma. But not before I went to fill the gas tank and pick up an air-pot style hot water heater/dispenser (so they can make tea at my Grandma’s house without boiling a whole pot of water). By the time I got there, it was after 6pm and I had missed my Uncle and Aunt by only 10 minutes. I gave Grandma a framed picture of us (her, me, and Bro) from her birthday in 1981. Then I hung around for more than an hour.

I came home and futzed around, ate junk, and paid bills, all instead of reading Business Law. Now I’ll be up for a few more hours to try and knock out a chapter tonight.

I had a horrible day at work.

If I write any more than that, I will get dooced.

So that’s all I have to say about that.

In other bad news, I continue to have not yet received my Business Law book, which I am now approximately 8 chapters behind in. (I know that was terrible grammar, leave me alone about it.) My friend who lent me her book sold it online and I had to ship it off yesterday, leaving me bookless again. Now I need to borrow it from someone else.

Usually I love ordering stuff online, but sometimes it really, really sucks ass.

6pm

Class is about to start.

I spilled punch and mystery sauce on my shirt; probably ruined it.

I forgot my notebook for class. And I still haven’t received one of my books for one of my classes.

Sheesh.

Marketing Class Surprise

I just got back from my first marketing class, where I was surprised to find a friend was also in the same class. Joz OutOutBlogger, whom I’ve known for about 10 years personally, is in the same class by total coincidence. She’s I’m in her my last year in the program, while I’m she’s still in the first year, so it’s kind of bizarre timing, but I she had to skip ahead to this class, because the other two classes I she wanted to take weren’t offered. Small world! [On the other hand, I am taking this Marketing class late, because I had put it off a couple of terms.]

We’re even on the same team which consists of four Asian women, also a coincidence. Can’t wait to get started!

Also I would like to note that I’ve she has blogged about this before she I (superblogger) got the chance. Hahaha!

Note: jozjozjoz was too lazy to write her own post, so she copied and pasted what OutOutBlogger wrote and edited it to fit. The only sentence that Joz wrote by herself was the one in [these].

Another Note: jozjozjoz is curious what kind of google ads pops up in a random post like this. Sorry if there are any offensive “Date Asian Girls” ads above this.

May Day!

Well Spring Break is officially over. It was nice while it lasted, but I had a huge list of things to do in April and I didn’t accomplish too many of them.

Now I am facing various new work pressures, a bunch of family stuff to handle, and a new semester of school. Hooray!

I’m officially in my last year now; I just started classes last night and am in class before another class starts… I’ve got a scary and horrendous Monday-Tuesday night class schedule. This means my weekends are officially also destroyed due to homework and reading that will need to be done before class.

If I blog less, you know why. But I have still got to find time to post the occasional message to blogging.la and 8asians.

Why Asians are Better at Math

Dave Chen wrote a thought-provoking post entitled “Why Asians are Better at Math.

He cites a BBC article which compares questions from British and Chinese math tests. Says the article:

A glance at the two questions reveals how much more advanced is the maths teaching in China, where children learn the subject up to the age of 18.

Dave uses his own experiences as an Asian American to speculate upon the reasons he believes Asians are better at math:

1) Their parents
2) Their curricula are the hardest in the world
3) Their schools are oppressive, draconian environments from which there is no escape

While I do agree with Dave’s assessment overall, I wonder if there is more to it? One article suggests that Chinese language and English language speakers calculate problems differently; that language seems to have a role in this. We could probably make this list miles long, but I think a key factor missing from the list is effort. I think Asians just try harder and put in more effort (than say Americans). Yes, that may because their parents expect them to, because the of the level of the curriculum, as well as the oppressive school systems… the end result is more effort put into math, in my opinion.

Heck, remove something as subjective as effort, what about time? I’m sure we could pull up studies about how many more hours Asians spend in school, doing homework, or even practice calculations. (Did you ever have to do practice calculations? My Mom used to buy math workbooks and made us do tons of problems on top of our regular homework.)

(On a sidenote, Dave’s post has 732 diggs as of right now and a ton of comments there… first comment: “Too bad math doesn’t help when you’re behind the wheel.” An Asian driver joke. Nice.)

I’m sure there’s more I’m not even thinking of right now. What other reasons contribute to Asian excellence in math?

As an Asian American, I grew up with parental expectations to excel in school. I did well in math, compared to my cohorts, but I always knew in the back of my mind that I wasn’t a math genius. It didn’t come easy and I definitely had to study for my grades. I knew that if I had been going to school in Taiwan; my “stellar” math performance in the US would land me at the back of the remedial class there.

I’m not sure it’s worth arguing whether or not Asians are good at math; I think there is enough evidence that shows that students from Asian countries regularly outperform Americans, including Asian Americans. That said, how does this supposed “Asian Mathematical Superiority” (my words not Dave’s) affect Asian Americans who were educated in the United States? There is evidence that Asian Americans outperform students of other races in the U.S. I believe this goes back to parental expectations; I spent my after school time studying, not watching TV. I imagine many second generation Asian Americans probably had immigrant parents who enforced rigorous studying more akin to what they had experienced in Asia. I wonder how third and fourth generation Asian Americans will fare, especially if second generation Asian Americans are more lax with their expectations?

I, for one, sometimes feel like a mathematical idiot, never having taken a class beyond calculus, especially since my major in college was based in the humanities. When I started business school, I struggled with basic calculations because I hadn’t used any math since high school (and any math I needed at work or otherwise was done by Excel or a calculator). It upsets me when people say “Oh you’re Asian, you’re good at math,” because it frankly makes me feel like some sort of fraud or maybe some sub-par Asian. I know I shouldn’t feel this way because I’m basically acknowledging some sort of Model Minority complex, but then I wonder, shouldn’t I expect more of myself? Clearly, I think to myself, if I had just put some more time and effort into math, I wouldn’t be such an math dummy.

I don’t think Asians are “inherently good at math.” I think most Asians work their asses off and develop their skills through good study habits and time and effort spent on math. Yeah, there’s that annoying math savant who can recite pi out to the ten-thousandth digit and tell you the square root of any number you name, but if you want to talk “ASIAN MATH SKILLS: NATURE VS NURTURE?” I would put a big ol’ “X” on the nurture column.

What do you think?

Related links:
::An Analysis of the Factors That Impact Academic Achievement Among Asian American, African-American, and Hispanic Students:: ::Motivation and Mathematics Achievement: A Comparative Study of Asian-American, Caucasian-American, and East Asian High School Students:: ::Confucian Work Ethic (1983 Time Article):: ::The New Whiz Kids (1987 Time Article):: ::Behind the High Achievement of East Asian Students::

Celebration!

My last paper (for this semester) is done and into FedEx before the 6pm deadline!

Woot woot for the Joz is on Spring Break Express!

With an hour to spare before having to get up and shower…

I’m done with my final paper!

(Too bad I was too lazy to go back and proofread it; hopefully it’s ok)

Sleep now.

It’s 5am and I have to get up by 6am to get ready.

My ride is coming at 7am so we can get to campus by 8am.

Cram! Cram!

Ack!

I’ll be better at this time tomorrow, I promise.

More likely, I’ll be asleep.

Sorry for the silence.

I’m fine.

It’s Finals Week for me.

15 page paper and major presentation due Saturday morning.

Crunch time!

Weekend of homework…

Read, read, read.

Write, write, write.

Now I need sleep, sleep, sleep.

I’ve still got a couple of articles to read before class tomorrow night.

On the bright side, Heroes is returning tomorrow night! If I’m not too tired, I’m going to watch it after class tomorrow night!

Another call from Mom this morning.

I got the update from Mom about stuff happening in Taiwan. Lunar New Year is coming up soon. Time flies, doesn’t it?

I was talking to Mom about my Dad this morning and I was struck by a stinging sadness. All of a sudden I realized that I finally understood something about my Dad I never truly did before today. I always knew that he had sacrificed a lot for us, but suddenly I had a true epiphany about the depth of his sacrifice and love for us. That’s all I want to say about that.

I don’t like to talk about it, but lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my Dad. Is it sinking in? Dad’s not in Taiwan; Dad’s not coming home.

There’s all this stuff that still needs handling. It’s up to the three of us to figure it out, I guess.

What else?

Finally finished the book I started before we left for Vegas, The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. I’d have finished it sooner had I not been running around Vegas. Or if I hadn’t left it at work yesterday. I look forward to seeing the movie. Mostly because Kalpen Modi (Kal Penn) is the lead.

Called my Auntie for her birthday. Had a long talk with her about random stuff.

Big changes at work today; no one was fired or anything, but it involved some big announcements and lots of work ahead for me. More info to come, I’m sure. I left the office stressed out and irritated.

School: Behind in my reading. Behind in my 15 page paper. Behind in my assignments due on Monday. And I just realized I deleted a bunch of important files off my desktop and I have to re-download them. Yikes.

Blog: Frustration. It’s not writer’s block. The truth of the matter is, I’m a pretty private person. At one time in my life, I’d have put it all out there. I’m not the same person I was a year ago, much less when I first started my blog. Before the days when everyone and their mothers had blogs, I was doing something unusual. Now everyone has a blog. I feel so ordinary. I’d have quit a long time ago, except that I do like knowing that if I write it in my blog, I can probably go back and find it again. That, and I would miss hearing from my friends via blog, since I’m so terrible at replying to emails.

Ok, sorry about the melacholiness of this post. I’ll try to end it on an upbeat note. Do you see the little icon that shows up before the URL on my site???

Back to life. Back to reality.

Now that the holidays are over it means that not only do I have to go back to the office, but I also have to start school again.

I have several hundred pages to read before my first class on Saturday.

That’s right, I have a Saturday class. I also have classes on Monday night, which means that I will undoubtedly be doing homework, etc. on Sunday.

This means that my weekends are effectively gone from now until mid-April.

Blecch.

Merry Christmas!

I’m not Christian, so I only kind of celebrate Christmas.

I love Christmas carols and don’t mind having a tree (gotta find a good plastic one, because I don’t like the idea of getting a real one). I don’t really do gifts, but I did give a few and get a few, too. Oh, and I decided to totally forgo the holiday cards this year… too much to do, too many mixed emotions… thanks to everyone who sent to us, tho!

As for Christmas day, we inadvertently celebrated a Jewish Christmas: Chinese food and a movie. My brother and I met up in the afternoon to go visit my Grandma in the hospital. After that, we went to my Aunt & Uncle’s home to have dinner with them and our cousin, T, who is home from college. Since no other restaurants were open, we ended up having Chinese food at Full House Seafood Restaurant in Arcadia (yummy meal with peking duck, lobster, walnut shrimp, chinese broccoli, and peppered beef steak) and going back to their house to watch The DaVinci Code at home, plus a bunch of the special features.

Regarding gifts, if I was on the ball, I’d have a list of things I got, but since I have more presents that I haven’t opened yet, maybe I’ll do a round-up after the New Year.

For now, I want to thank my cousin Nina for sending me a super-awesome surprise gift: Logitech 2.4 GHz Cordless Presenter. It was on my Amazon Wishlist and it totally surprised me! I know it was a geeky thing to ask for, but I will totally use it for all the presentations I have to do at work and at school.

Thanks, again Nina!

Sorry for the dramatics…

Going to bed/sleep is not that horrible. I am usually complaining that I don’t get enough sleep, but I don’t like HAVING to go to bed when I’m not ready for it.

I’m still sick, but my congestion has moved down from my head to my chest. Hooray. Breathing takes much effort at the moment. But the good news is that I seem to be getting better, albeit slowly. Yoshi says that if I would just stay in bed and sleep, I would recover faster.

So far today, I got up and had brunch at Toast with a bunch of my MBA classmates I hadn’t seen in a while. We got to catch up and hear stories from everyone’s adventures… one of gals had a story involving a hyena ambush while on safari in Africa!!! Then I came home and got back into my jammies and sat in bed playing sudoku and watching a ton of old Ellens on the TiVo. Personally, I think this should count as me resting even though I wasn’t asleep, but Yoshi says I should’ve slept.

I even finally watched the episode of Ellen that we were at the taping for. It was pretty cool to see my cousin Nina chatting away with Ellen on national television. And a little trippy to see my face on TV for a split second or two.

Here’s a screen capture Nina did of the show where you can see Ellen, Nina, and Joz (by Nina’s butt)!

Ellen Show - 12-07-2006

For more screen caps and a video clip of Nina on Ellen, you can see her post ::Our 15 Seconds of Fame…::

Ok, anyway. It’s been more than a week since the episode aired when I finally got a chance to watch it, but that was cool. Yay for my cold! (Just kidding!)

What else did I do today?

The other night (after visiting Grandma at the hospital), I went to the Asian supermarket in Alhambra to restock our fridge. I bought an insane amount of groceries for $85. In that $85 purchase, I also bought a slow-cooker/crock pot for $12. Twelve dollars! I hope it’s not that cheap because it’s going to explode or something. And since I’m sick, I decided to make chicken soup. So today, I was drinking chicken soup from my new slow-cooker.

GMCLA - Hollywood HolidaysTo top off the evening, I got dressed again and Yoshi took me to see the Gay Men’s Chorus of Los Angeles perform their annual holiday concert. This time it was called “Hollywood Holidays” and they were WONDERFUL. I never seem to get into the holiday spirit until this concert happens every year. And I got to see so many of my favorite boys sing tonight, too! These guys know how to put on a great show!

Then, after the concert, Yoshi was nice enough to buy me Pinkberry. Not that I should’ve had it, especially since I’m sick, but whatever. Nothing (ok, not much) makes my day more than a Pinkberry frozen yogurt topped with mango, mochi, and blackberries… yum!

Now I am going to stop messing around online and go to bed for real. Because now I’m REALLY tired. *yawn*

Whoo hoo!

I don’t have to take my Finance final!

I have an A going into the final, so I don’t have to take it! Hooray! It’s like getting an extra week of vacation!!!

Check it out! (Click to embiggen!)

My grades in Finance

Update 12/5/06 @ 6:34a:
WAIT A SECOND! Deltus’ comment made me realize that there’s been a HORRIBLE mistake!

I got a 91 on my second exam… not a 90!!!

Do you think I should complain to the Prof and get it corrected?!?! :P

Gah! Still up! Need sleep!

Dammit.

I was so tired all day. And now that it’s almost 4am, I am wiiiiiiiiiiiiiide awake. For frick’s sake. I have a crapload of stuff to take care of tomorrow. Er, today. Whatever Monday is.

Well, seeing as I’m not doing anything right now, here is a brief rundown of stuff that happened last week… if I can even remember that far back.

Thursday, 11/30/06:

  • Good news: Had a holiday/client lunch event for work. Got a ton of cool stuff.
  • Good news:Went to my Finance class. Found out that the Final exam is now “optional.” Seeing as I got A’s on my first two exams, did all the homework, and hopefully turned in a good group project/paper, I doubt I’m taking the final exam… whoo hoo!
  • BAD news: On the way back to the office from lunch, noticed a very, very bad thing. I SWEAR IT WAS NOT MY FAULT! I have no idea what happened to the sapphire that flanked the diamond, but I thank the universe that I didn’t lose the diamond. On the other hand, I have a very bad track record with these damn sapphires. This is the THIRD time the sapphire has fallen out. (See below. This picture shows the setting intact, but the sapphire gone! I swear I wasn’t doing anything to cause it to fall out. I was not playing basketball. I did not punch anyone in the head. In fact, I have barely been wearing it since last year when we had to get the setting made again because of the “mangling” incident.)
    The sapphire fell out of my ring again!  I swear it wasn't my fault!

    ::the second time. 6/26/2005 (but I never got around to posting the picture or blogging about it. So this was definitely somewhat my fault. I don’t know how this happened except that I know that I was applauding during a concert and then as soon as the concert was over, I noticed my ring was TOTALLY MESSED UP! Luckily, I was able to go back to my seat and FIND THE SAPPHIRE. They did have to totally redo the entire setting for my ring, though. Seriously, it wasn’t like I was clapping THAT hard!)::

    Mangled Ring - 06-26-2005
  • ::the first time i lost a sapphire. 5/30/2003 (thx to Mike Doss for keeping my archives alive, since they didn’t import into Wordpress. Sorry no pix. Since it was the first time, and because it happened within 6 months of us getting the ring, the jeweler replaced it for free. Somehow I doubt that they’ll do it again, though.)::

    Friday, 12/1/06:

  • After work, I went to visit my Grandma & take care of some business for my parents. I ended up being there almost all afternoon and evening.
  • Is it really December?
  • I got bacteria from Efi for my birthday. This was a late shipment after previously receiving a book about yogurt and an Atari video game. Thanks, Efi! I know you must love me lots to send me bacteria for my birthday!!!
  • Talked to Bro on the phone a bit.
  • Saturday, 12/2/06:

  • Where the heck did the day go? Got up “early” but got distracted with junk online and almost didn’t get to pick up my snail mail in time.
  • Ran Rooben around the house.
  • Drove the Yoshi downtown in the afternoon for a brief appointment.
  • Came back, got ready for our friend Lauren’s robot birthday party.
  • Sunday, 12/2/06:

  • Cleared a whole bunch of crap off the TiVo.
  • Went to my former classmate’s place for a Holiday Open House. Had a lovely time. They had a great mix of guests and had it catered and everything. I had an extended conversation with a Finance professor (not mine) about the errors he found in a text book. (Weird.)
  • Talked to the Bro on the phone again.
  • Took a 20 minute nap on the couch in front of the TV. (Thanks, Nature!)
  • Things I did not do:

  • Clean my desk
  • Organize any of my crap around here
  • Clean the house
  • A lot of other stuff I was supposed to do instead of lying around and being a bum.
  • Freaky deaky…

    (Written Monday night, but inadvertedly unposted when written.)

    Earlier tonight (around 9pm) I was on the phone in my home office with a classmate, talking about our final paper/project, which was due tonight. In the middle of our conversation, I heard some banging on the window.

    *Bam! Bam! Bam!*

    “Hello? It’s the police,” I heard from outside my office window.

    That got my attention.

    I asked my classmate to hold and opened the window a smidge. “Yes?”

    “It looks like your neighbor next door was burglarized,” he said. “It looks like someone cut a hole in their screen and climbed in through their kitchen window.”

    Doh. That kitchen window is right next to my office window.

    “Your neighbor just got home and found the front door open. What time did you get home today?” he asked.

    “Um… around 7pm,” I said. “When I got home it was already dark, but I didn’t notice anything unusual.”

    He police officer asked me a few more questions and I mentioned that another one of our neighbors had sent a note around about some vandals (someone shooting BBs through peoples front windows!) in the area, but that I hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary lately. I said I’d give him a copy of the note and that if he had any questions, he could come to the front door and I’d be happy to help as I could.

    I got off the phone with my classmate (who had heard enough of the conversation to get freaked out on my behalf) and went to the den to let Yoshi know what was going on. Since the cops were already outside, Yoshi went out to check things out and to talk to the other neighbors.

    This is what we found out:

  • When our neighbor next door got home (around 9pm), she noticed that her front door was open and the lights were on. She called the folks in the next building to let them know she wasn’t going into her place and that she was calling the cops. She had been out since 8am and usually gets home earlier than 9pm, but had some errands to run.
  • The cops showed up shortly thereafter and searched the building (it was around that time that they talked to me through the window).
  • I had come home at around 7pm. It was dark and her apartment was dark. I didn’t notice if the front door was open or not, but I would assume it was shut.
  • Upstairs neighbor got home around 7:30pm, did not notice anything unusual.
  • Yoshi got home around 8:00ish. Says that the apartment was dark at that time.
  • Next door neighbors were home since 4-5pm.
  • Upstairs neighbors were home and watching a movie.
  • The best we can figure, ALL THE NEIGHBORS WERE HOME while the apartment was broken into and burglarized. Nobody saw/heard anything!
  • When we last heard, the neighbor had a bike, a PDA, some jewelry and other small items taken. I’m so grateful that we have bars on our windows because otherwise I’m sure we’d be an easier target than that other apartment.

    We live in what we thought was a safe neighborhood. We have neighbors that we talk to and we all watch out for each other. Our next door neighbors have lived here for 10 years and never heard of anything like that happening. The ones who live above us have lived here 15+ years. The ones on the other side of us have lived here 15+ and 20+ years. Except for the occasional car break-in, and the vandals we heard about (about a month ago), no one has had any major problems with crime.

    When stuff like this happens, it makes me think twice about living in L.A.. I know the crime isn’t as bad as everyone else in the world seems to think it is, but it’s certainly unnerving to know that our neighbor was burglarized within minutes and none of us knew it happened until it was over.

    Good thing I am a paranoid freak and keep everything locked up tightly.

    *goes and chains the door shut*

    Frazzled Friday

    The morning started with another wake-up call from Mom. (She had called last weekend, but I didn’t hear the phone ring when she called.) We talked for about 20 minutes.

    I was going to try to get out of the office a little early today but I ended up working my full 8 hours.

    Oh well.

    Now to come up with some research for a report I’m doing for my Finance class… due to my classmates at a meeting at 9am tomorrow.

    Is it bad that I wake up earlier on weekends than I do most weekdays?

    Headed to another exam…

    …Wish me luck.

    I stayed up until 6:45am this morning studying (cramming) and still had 2 chapters to go over.

    And by “go over,” I mean “look at for the first time.”

    I’m down to one chapter left and the test begins in 2 and a half hours. I still need to get my butt to campus.

    So yeah, wish me luck.

    Thanks.

    Yawn.

    It’s now about 2am on Saturday night/Sunday morning.

    I just realized I’ve had a grand total of 4 hours of sleep since I woke up Friday morning. No wonder I’m beat.

    The Ethics seminar is now over, thank goodness. While I appreciate the importance of stopping and thinking about ethics (I didn’t want to say “learn about ethics,” because can you really “teach ethics?” Maybe, but probably not in a 2 day seminar), it’s just kind of a drag to spend your weekend sitting in a classroom debating hypotheticals.

    After class, I made the mistake of not listening to Yoshi (who told me “Don’t get on the 10 freeway! There’s a Dodger game right now”) and sitting in more than an hour and a half of traffic on the 405 and 10 to get to the San Gabriel Valley. This mistake had been followed by the mistake I made of drinking 4 cups of coffee in one day to stay awake during the seminar… this coming from someone who generally doesn’t drink coffee at all. I felt nauseated after being stuck in stop-and-go traffic for 45 minutes and I could feel the caffeine coursing my system. I could actually feel the blood pumping in my head! (Note to self: coffee is not a substitute for sleep!) Needless to say, I was grateful to finally get to Grandma’s house (meeting place for me and Mom). I was also grateful to my friend Jim from high school, who listened to me rant for 50 minutes while stuck in the car. And I was grateful to Yoshi again when I called for more company for the last 25 minutes of my drive from hell.

    I met up with Mom to take care of the stuff I’d worked on late last night, went to the hospital to visit Grandma (she was sleeping), and then go out to a late dinner.

    My Mom had been busy all day today, too but we got to Grandma’s house at about the same time. And after visiting Grandma, we realized neither of us had eaten dinner yet. We wandered around Monterey Park a bit in the car and ended up at a Taiwanese “deli” (casual kind of diner-type place) called “My Way Deli” (味佳冷飲小吃). Turns out that the place is owned by a close friend of one of my Mom’s close friends so my Mom ended up chatting the folks up a bit. We ordered waaay too much for two people (click the links for pictures): deep fried pork intestines dipped in salt and pepper (don’t judge! they are soooo yummy), an order of small steamed “dragon” dumplings (“xiao lung bao”/小籠包), thin vermicelli/rice noodle soup with goose meat (found this picture just posted on flickr with the comment “NT$50/US$1.51. More expensive (usually these go for NT$30/$0.90 at a nightmarket stand or maybe NT$40/US$1.20 in a bigger shop) but not more tasty. It was okay.” I think it cost NT$180/US$5.45 here… cheap for L.A. Astronomically priced vs. Taiwan!), and a “ba-wan”/肉圓 a kind of a meat “circle” (see the wiki on “ba-wan”).

    I can’t believe the two of us almost all this food at one sitting. I don’t think it was so much that we were that hungry. It’s that we wanted to sit and talk and taste some authentic Taiwanese flavors. We reminisced a lot about our family in Taiwan, about trips we had taken there (it’s been almost 10 years since I was last there), about all the different things I broke in Taiwan (including something –I forgot what– at Nina’s Dad/Grandparents house in Taiwan and a glass table at my grandpa’s house I cracked as a fat toddler when I stood/jumped on it), about how my Grandma (Mom’s mom)/Grandpa met each other, and also (of course) about Dad. It was nice to just sit and talk to my Mom and feel close to my family and Taiwan for a little bit.

    I didn’t get home until past 11pm. Though I was tired, I knew it had been totally worth it to go out and spend time with Mom/Grandma even after the long couple of days I’ve had.

    Freakin exhausted… but not sleepy

    I hate it when I stay up so late, I can’t get myself to sleep.

    After getting up at 9am to be on the Westside by 10am, I have not stopped running all day.

    Even after my seminar ended at 10pm, I came home to clean up my inbox (Eudora jacked up my incoming messages and basically downloaded the same emails over and over again) and then work on some paperwork for something non-school related I’m handling tomorrow night.

    That’s right. After a full day of school junk, I’ve got more work to do at night.

    Tomorrow (ok, later today really) I’m supposed to get to the Westside at (eek!) 7:30am for an (double eek!) 8:30am session, continuing on our Ethics discusssions. That won’t end until 5pm and then I’ve got to drive to the other side of town by 7pm. And I have to visit my Grandma who has been in the hospital for a week now. (Sorry I didn’t blog about it sooner… I couldn’t bring myself to do it.)

    There is another auction happening on Sunday so that means most of my day will be spent working, as well.

    Not only do I not have enough time to do my personal work/bills/chores (I never seem to have time), I won’t have time to study/read for school for my Finance class. I won’t even talk about resting/relaxation… that’s a pipe dream for me at this point.

    I sometimes find it irritating when people tell me I should “prioritize better” and “take time for myself.” The fact is, I do this to myself because I do all this work (in one form or another) to take care of my family… this is my priority. Even before my Dad passed away, I was always working hard to save for the “rainy day” which I knew would come. Now that it has happened, I realize that I have to work even harder and help pitch in to handle a lot of the things my Dad used to take care of. And I know I may not take care of myself very well, but my gift to myself (for the time being) is investing in my future by getting an MBA.

    I know need to figure out how to stick “my health” to the top of that priority list because I know that without my health, I won’t be any good to my family. But we’re all still dealing with so much stuff related to my Dad’s passing, I need to be strong for my family, and especially make sure that we take good care of my Mom and Grandma. I’m just trying to keep all the balls in the air and trying not to get sick.

    Anyway, it’s almost 2am now and I’m really going to try to get some shut eye. Maybe one of these days I’ll have something interesting to say so you don’t have to come here are read about my workaholic days.