rae-elizabeth:

I always feel kind of sad that I was never able to been an exchange student during high school. I wasn’t able to afford it, but that would have been like a dream come true. I would spend hours reading through blogs of American students who were studying in foreign countries for a year or so. Something about studying abroad in high school seems different from doing so during college. 

I feel like this theory applies to many more things in life. For instance, I always think my childhood would have been much different had I owned a dog then.

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

I REFUSE TO BUY DIABLO III

How you have forsaken me so….

Dear mom,

This letter is not a sincere script from me to you, neither is it meant for you to see, but it’d only be fair if I drafted it anyhow. So here it goes.

Although I didn’t make it a special occasion, I still told my mother “happy mother’s day” today.

I don’t always express to my mother how much I love her. But instead of telling you how great of a person she really is, I’d rather tell recollections of things my mothers have done and leave the judging to do itself.

I grew up without my father around. This was perhaps a bliss in disguise. Anyhow, my mother managed to support both her and I. By support, I meant, to buy me expensive toys that were much more than her monthly-income. Unlike other parents at the time, my mother never punished me for doing poorly, however, she always made valuable life-lessons out of every mistakes I have made. Ultimately, this led me to learn to want things. It gave me a voice of my own rooting from my own thoughts. I learned to not fall into a society of black and white, where the righteous actions are driven by the fear of the blackness: punishment, turmoil, pain and suffering. I stood strong in redness; well-opinionated with good judgment.

While other kids would be disencumbered by the amount of math problems their parents would try and fill in during the gaps of their daily lunch breaks, my mother had me do fun logic puzzles.

When my dad finally settled in the US. I remember the excitement I shared with my mother. At that time, I was not aware of the changes my family had to go through in order for us to come to the US. A part of the change being my mom voluntarily resigning from the Chinese military, a privilege/achievement few females had at that time. As conflicting of a decision that may sound, for me, my mother did not hesitate to consider twice.

I could continue to scribe the things my mothers have done for me, but anything in excess reduces its meaning.

To be perfectly succinct, my mother is a boldhero. My bold hero. She is one the few greatest motherly figures I have come to known yet. There cannot be enough “I love yous” I can express to her that will equal up to the numbers of willing sacrifices she has made and has been willing to make. Anyhow, here’s to a step closer to that - Mom, I love you.

Love,

Wenbo

My ear aches whenever I use earbuds…

But my headphone lacks built-in mic….

Therefore, I have to use my earbuds…..

first world problems.

Two weeks ago, I walked out of the IDEA institution for the last time as an affiliate. As I walked out, I embraced the need to cry and focused on the positive memories this institution has bestowed me. After then, I have not yet truly been hit by the tragedy of IDEA closing down. For a brief moment, I thought I would be able to simply view this institution as something that has changed my life for the better.

However.

Moments ago, as I was clearing off my iCalendar in preparation for a new semester. The catalyst-tipped bullet struck me. While the groping for the ‘ASPIRES’ event may seem small and insignificant, the thought of forever deleting it digs deep into my heart. As if this will be the last time I get to work with and learn from such elegant, approachable, and especially, knowledgable professors. The last time I will be able to change other kid’s lives at the expense of my personal interest. 

Ahh. The feeling, it’s unbearable.