Trying to be less iChallenged

I have been a faithful PC user ever since I can remember. During my teens, I avoided purchasing anything that was made by Apple Inc., except my iPod Nano, which I won in a raffle. Now, according to urbandctionary.com, I am “iChallenged“, because I have limited to no knowledge on how to use Apple products. Well, I can’t help it if the PC has been my best friend for all my life; I’m too comfortable to even consider becoming a Mac user, not to mention a MacBookPro (MBP) user. But with my sights set on for grad school in the fall which will require intensive computer running for research purposes, a recent student $200 education discount for the MBP, and a yearning to try something completely different, I was pretty much sold on an MBP exactly two months ago. I didn’t really play with my one-piece aluminum contraption until I received a 1.5-hour tutorial tonight.  I got the Sparknotes on how to use the MBP from my good friend who is an avid user of the MBP. And all I can say is that the MBP is extremely user friendly and has motivated me to uncover its amazing potential and capabilities! This is my new baby:

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Lesson from a Taxi Driver

I seriously take too many things that my parents gave me for granted. The fact that my parents immigrated to America to provide my siblings and me the opportunity to pursue higher education, to give us the freedom to choose what we wish to do simply amazes me…Everything that I have–my ability to think, my heritage, my background, my beliefs–can be traced back to my parents and their tireless efforts.

I never realized nor appreciated my parents as much until I was riding to the airport from Berkeley last month on one of my grad school visitation weekends. The cab driver (let’s call him J) was rather friendly and disclosed how despite how hard business is these days for his line of work, he aspires to raise a family in America so that his children can have the same opportunities as I do (i.e. getting into great grad schools in preparation for higher-paying and more respectable jobs). He made me realize the numerous sacrifices that my parents and other immigrants had to make to come to America in pursuit of opportunity not only for them but for their children. Not only did they have to learn a new language, but they also had to earn their citizenship, work honestly, and raise a family in an entirely foreign nation. They hoped that their children would not have to experience the misfortunes they underwent as youths in other countries. They hoped that their children would have a brighter future.

It’s people like J that make me realize how grateful I should be for my parents. For all the invisible blood, sweat, tears, and agony they had to experience to get me and my siblings to where we are today. Thanks, J, for reminding me of that. I love you, Mom and Dad. ❤

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You know you’re out of shape when…

….you’re punching and kicking for 1.5 hours in a Krav Maga class and find yourself panting and slouching every 5 minutes or so because (1) the instructor is too intense and (2) you’ve been hibernating and haven’t intensively trained yourself at the gym all winter. It also doesn’t help that your BMI is on the higher end of the Normal Range for your age group. Oh, and don’t forget that your arms are already sore slightly 3 hours after practice. Oh, how depressing…but you know what this means! It’s time to hit the gym hardcore before summer arrives! Woo!