currently listening to: "my little fish" - my little airport
i like it when people dress full of the color that reflects their personality the most. while waiting for my flight to san diego, an old cambodian woman grinned at me and said, "san diego?" i nodded and she laughed. she wore a bright limegreen jacket and white capris, while adorned with gold, jade, and ruby jewelries on nearly ever finger on her hand, neck, and even ankles. the old cambodian woman proceeded to prod me some more and asked me if i was chinese. people usually get it right the first time, but i'm always more intrigued to know if i can get mistaken for other asian ethnicities. (though, so far it's only been japanese and very rarely, korean.) she started telling me her life story in california, how she gets easily confused when she flies back and forth from san jose to san diego, and about her thai mother and chinese father. some people like to talk, and some people like to listen. i like to do both, and so i shared a bit of my own background. i told her about my mother from vietnam and father from burma, and how we're still chinese. she laughed a lot with a "ke ke ke" sound. she seemed nice enough, but i'd really like to know what it is about me draws senior citizens to start conversations with me. i guess it isn't a bad thing to not be mistaken for a crazy hooligan.
what is it about autumn that makes me feel strangely nostalgic? this is truly my favorite season. everything is so pretty right now. we're in the final stretch of october, with november waiting around the corner. these past days, weeks, and month have been all a blur. words and sentences to summarize and describe the events are beyond me, and i can't articulate anything else well anymore. the week days are too long, and weekends are too short. there isn't ever enough time for anything, and not enough time for those who matter the most. but i still had a nice weekend.
