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Chinese Culture fruit

Discovering new fruit: Loquats

My relatives had given me a bunch of orange coloured fruit before I came back to San Francisco; neither they or my parents knew what the English name of the fruit was, so I was stumped for a few days trying to figure out how to describe them. The fruit are orange coloured but are not part of the citrus family; they have big brown seeds in the middle, and the skin is easily peeled off when ripe. They came on branches, so I assume they grow on trees.

Well, today my curiosity on the fruit’s name got the best of me, and I finally looked the fruit up: loquats. At first it was hard for me to figure out how to describe them in a search engine, but by typing in “Chinese fruit” I was able to find them. I figured they were of Chinese origin since my relatives and my family friends gave the fruit to me–never before had I seen loquats at Safeway or any “American” grocery store.

I rather like loquats, after eating them for the past few days. Finally figuring out their English name has made me feel more motivated to find out more English names of other Chinese foods…after all, it would be nice to be able to tell others what my favorite authentic Chinese dishes are (without going into too much detail, haha).

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learning life mistake

Mistakes.

If you don’t learn from your own mistakes,
Then what good are they in your life?

I have realized that by understanding and learning from my past mistakes, I in turn put extra effort into correcting any future processes and preventing the same mistakes from happening again.

It should all count for something, right?

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change life Work Diaries

Don’t stand still or you’ll get run over.

So this is how life goes; can’t be too comfortable anywhere or else I become bored and restless. Life throws another curveball at me, and I begin to wonder: how come none of this seems to happen to everyone else around me?

Everyone else seems complacent, holding steady. Meanwhile, once I become comfortable, another thing happens. It never ends, it seems.

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My San Francisco Chronicles weather

"Heat Wave" in San Francisco.

Hmm, when I arrived back from Sacramento a couple days ago, I thought I was glad to be back in good ol’ San Franciscan weather (mostly 60-degree weather during the day, a little cooler during the nighttime). Well, when I stepped off the bus, I realized I felt pretty warm already, despite it being nighttime.

Yesterday, wasn’t outside too much, but I found the temperatures up in the 70s most of the day. Today, I worked outside, and man, despite the fact that it is only 78 degrees, for some reason I feel like that is too hot these days!

You don’t understand; I’ve dealt with more extreme weather in the past–been in negative degree weather in Montana, scorching, humid weather (up in the 90s and 100s) in Virginia–you’d think I would be able to handle this kind of weather here.

But it feels unusual, to have to walk outside with no jacket on here in the city. I guess we San Franciscans are too spoiled with our moderate weather year-round; winter rarely dips below 40 degrees, summer rarely goes above 70.

At least there’s still sunshine in this weather; makes good days for tanning (for those who enjoy it).

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feelings My San Francisco Chronicles

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.

So, back from my short trip out of San Francisco, and all I can say is that I feel relieved being back in my city. How did I come to this feeling? The feeling of home, of my “own” place, of independence? It’s so sweet I can taste it–just knowing that I walk this city because it’s my own, because it’s where I am and where I feel happiest right now.

Crossing over the Bay Bridge back into San Francisco last night was a euphoric feeling. I watched as we approached the city lights closer and closer and felt myself becoming more excited. How can I let this place go if it won’t let go of me? I predict at least another year left here, before I decide to embark on some travels.

Still, I feel like I probably can settle here and start my own family here eventually. Although San Francisco is a city (and cities are known for some rather unappealing things such as crime), I feel happy when I’m here, and I feel like it’s not so bad. There are many aspects of the city that I have discovered that I enjoy; and yet there are still many other aspects of the city I have yet to discover.

However I got this feeling, I hope it won’t ever stop.