nine days later

It's spring break! And really, ridiculously warm outside. So much so that I have a headache from staying in my room...thus instead of an insightful piece of my mind, here's a photo I just uploaded from my trip to California:

(from Flickr)

Aren't its feet just darling? :)

ten days later

I'm packing. I'm not sure what to expect in terms of weather (maybe that's why I keep changing the list of clothes I'll bring), I'm not sure what kind of first impression I'll make, I feel like I'm going to have allergies from sleeping on a dorm room floor... ...and I'm scared I won't like it.

What if I don't like it.

That's absurd. Of course I'll like it! It's where I was born, it's in California, it's beautiful, I've always wanted to move back, I have one or two people here and there that I can grasp onto if need be, my brother is only an hour away (first time in six years), I don't have to trash all my scarves, I am going to be studying art and French and things that I love, six out of ten students are Asian and thus I should never feel racially and relatable-ly alone...

Just, what if.

I'm very spoiled.

day twenty-four

Whatever tickles your fancy

Random, but in light of an acquaintance's recent success in scoring a job at A&F's Fifth Avenue store, a fairly recent memory was re-evoked.

If this summer ends up looking unproductive, I may or may not be spending it in Palo Alto with my brother! My parents' original idea was for me to get an easy job waiting tables or something of the sort, but since I was given a job offer while visiting Stanford Shopping Center's A&F last September, they agreed that I could move to the West Coast for the summer and work there (more fun than taking food orders!). And force my brother to live in his closet while I take over his room.

Heckyeahhahh.

Just kidding. I'm not even sure how that would work, although my parents seriously agreed without much thought. Strange.

Anyway, this is more ironic because I'm pretty sure I don't qualify for A&F's height limits, but it's a cute memory I mostly forgot about. I was walking around with my Canon (just visited the Golden Gate Bridge) in an inappropriately-warm winter batwing sweater and white shorts when the assistant manager/something of that sort flagged me down...who then was a bit aghast when I told her I lived in Delaware ("if you're not a Stanford undergrad, what's a Delawhatian doing in NorCal?" kind of reaction) and then embarrassingly advised me to apply for a position at my local store.

It must have been the bad lighting. But nonetheless, it made my day and then I bought a pair of heavily discounted jeans. My last day in CA :(.

Okay that's where the story ends. Now back to Chuck. I think I watched 10 hours worth of episodes today. I'm finally on the last episode of season 3! Whoo :)

day ten

A photo of you taken over ten years ago

(Disregarding the fact that I was supposed to do this 10+ days ago...)

Yes, I resemble a boy.

This was taken at the beach in what I believe is Santa Barbara, CA. Although not my true hometown, my most vivid childhood memories--and my first ones--all took place here, and so I often cite it as my hometown :).

I'm almost positive this is Goleta Beach, right near UCSB...funny, since I just revisited what I presume to be this exact spot last spring break. In retrospect, I should have taken a photo with the same pose, heh.

It's so beautiful there.

Pincushion

Only in gorgeous California.

you can tell we miss the place.

brother: whare are you going, pang mei?
me: CALIFORNIA
brother: WHAT??!?!??!?!?>!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?
brother: I DON'T BELIEVE
brother: WHAT FOR?
me: i'm kidding -_-;
brother: >_>
brother: apparently gullible is now spelled 'C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A' :P