Oh, Little J.Wang

So I dug up this really, really old college essay because my sister was asking me for writing samples. Not the final draft.

"Indicate a person who has had a significant influence on you, and describe that influence. (250 words minimum)

November 10, 1997

12:30 pm: My mom enters the hospital.

5 pm: My dad and I head off to Burger King. We bring my mom a set of chicken fingers.

7:29 pm: Jessica Wang enters the world

Jessica taught me to be patient.

Jessica taught me to kind.

She taught me not to be jealous of others.

She taught me not to be proud.

She taught me to be responsible.

She taught me that I don’t need to be perfect, and that she will always be proud of me the way I am.

She taught me to cherish.

She taught me to love.

Love: one syllable, multiple meanings. It is love that gets us through life. It is applicable to everyone, not only family and friends. Love your enemy, and you won’t have any. Though easily stated, the implementation is not so. Although my parents have set an example for me and they love me dearly, it was Jessica that widened my range of love.

The first step was patience. At that age patience was the farthest entity from me. My parents attempted to correct this flaw through piano practice, and though piano lessons lasted, my patience still needs training and Jessica started to train me when she was only six months old and she did so with only a pair of socks. Struggling to put her socks on was the most difficult task encountered by me at the age of seven. When they were finally set in place after hours of battle, it only took her a second to shove one in her mouth and thus the process begun again. It was a microcosm of the Circle of Life; it was the Circle of Patience.

The second step was kindness. Jessica was born with hemangioma on her left eye and stomach. Though the tumor is benign, she can not be provoked to cry. Through her medical condition, I’ve learned to be kind, I’ve learned to share and it’s become a habit ever since.

Her training progresses on with jealousy. Through her achievements I’ve never regretted nor have I been jealous of other people and their siblings. She always scores 100% and is number one amongst her peers. My friends deem her as an angel. Her outstanding behavior and achievements have simultaneously taught me to not be proud or boastful, especially when it comes to Chinese. Though I am fluent, I am often shadowed under her Chinese skills.

Responsibility was what she continued with. Though there was not set of duties that I needed to fulfill, I needed to be her example and the constant pressure making sure she goes on the right path, I always warned her and scolded her whenever she made a mistake. I felt I had the obligation to, and it was because I cherished her. I didn’t want anything to happen to her.

She accepts my flaws, and she reminds me to correct them. She does not deny me because of my flaws, but she attempts to correct them. I too accept her flaws, and rather than insulting her, attempt to correct them.

These are the elements of love. She taught me to apply them because I had obligations towards her, and with her instruction, getting through life will be a lot easier."

Christmas music just makes me really, really happy :)

我妹的金典语录

我妹安慰我说：“姐你以后要是遇见说你胖的矮子，就跟他说一句话就够了。”

我：“什么？”

我妹：“我胖是暂时的，你矮是一生的。”

这就是我妹。

Internship

My internship at UVA's media relations department has been so rewarding.

When it first began, I was extremely nervous; news writing seemed way out of my league.
After 2 weeks or so, I started to become slightly bored by the fact that I was just sitting in my cubicle and writing all day. To be honest, the topics of the news briefs weren't that interesting and I would've killed for more people interaction. I share a cubicle with a friend (yay), but everyone in the office is very busy clinking away on their computer keys.

My very thought at the moment: never going to pursue this career path. will drive me nuts.

But by the end of the third week, my opinion towards this profession started to change.

I was assigned to conduct an interview and was excited to be given this chance to connect with the outside world. And I think the turning point just hit.

So much about news reporting/journalism is about learning the different and unique stories that happen around you. I was assigned to interview a UVA faculty member that was naturalized two years ago. During the interview she told me so many interesting stories about her culture and her past. My interaction with her seemed to pinpoint the very core of journalism.

I don't think I'd mind the writing. As long as I hear compelling and life-changing stories, sitting in a cubicle wouldn't matter.

Hmmm

I went through some of my older blog posts and I don't sound like a happy camper...

Chillin' in the Outer Banks

Down in Nags Head with some of my favorite peeps.
No agenda, no homework, no mandatory tasks.
All we have are the beach, time, laziness, laughter, and food.

Pure Bliss :)

Hehehehehehehehehe

Melissa H. is sitting on my couch eating General Tso's.

It's been a good day.

Too bad I'm not 21 right now.

Otherwise I would have a section of my blog devoted to wine tasting.

Judging

Matthew 7:1-5:
“Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.      


This passage is much easier said than done. Judging someone else is incredibly easy when anything about the other person ticks me off. Even though I know that I'm doing something wrong when I'm ranting in the apartment, I'm not always willing to correct it because I firmly believe that "I am right" and "You are just flat out wrong" and "You're a jerk".


But honestly, it's not my place to judge other people's business even though it's so easy to think that I have a say in whatever is going on. 


It's a hard lesson to learn and I need to constantly pray for forgiveness from God and for kindness and peace in my heart so I don't feel like a ticking bomb whenever I'm annoyed or frustrated. 

The Rain

Despite the dreary rain, I'm feeling relaxed and at peace. The breeze that flows in the balcony door and the cool temperature that accompanies it makes the stressful-end-of-the-semester stress free.

I never enjoy the rain when I'm outside, but when I'm inside it soothes the soul as I hear it tapping on the ground and I smell its freshness.

This song is titled "The Sun that is Washed in the Spring Rain"

Running is Such a Mental Sport

Yesterday I ran a 5K with JQ and it reaffirmed my belief that running is more a mental sport than a physical sport. Whenever I do run, it is hard to keep my body going because my mind doesn't want to. I can be running for only 5 minutes and decide to stop because I just don't feel like continuing. This then results in a number of excuses that seem "legit".

Sometimes I do continue for a long time and realize that it was because mentally I wanted to reach a goal. And yes, my legs do get sore after a while and lungs do feel like they are about to explode out of my trachea, but as long as my mind can keep going, so can my body. And the feeling of hitting my set goal or even surpassing it is the best feeling yet, except I don't experience it often.

Because for me it's such a mental process, I need to cover-up the "time passed" section on the treadmill and try really hard not to keep track of how many minutes have passed as I listen to songs. But once I get passed that part and forget the time, then I can take-off with no problem. If I can forget that I am painfully running, then I can continue. However, this does not often happen and then I realize that I'm tired and cramped.

I've always believed that people who can run for long periods of time are just athletic. But now I believe that it's because they have strong perseverance and determination and have conquered the battle of the mind.

Prayer

I don't think I've ever needed God more now than in all the years of my life.

I know I rant a lot about certain things, but I've never been so worried in my entire life. I can't do anything or say anything that could help in any way. I can't comfort, I can't offer advice. In all honesty, I don't even know what he's thinking at the moment. I'm afraid any slight confrontation will trigger things that I will regret. I don't know what to do.

I can only give it up to God and pray LOTS. But I don't think I've given it all up to him because I'm sitting here, worried and petrified. I've never been so terrified.

In Honor of Christine Meng

This video is posted in honor of Krysteene Meng. She likes this video. So I posted it. Yay.

It's a REAL. UPDATE.

teehee

I'm sitting in Christine's room

I'm sitting in Christine's room and updated my blog.