well, there’s no way i can cover everything angie and i did in new york, so i suppose here are a couple highlights (non-culinary ones–those have to be saved for another post :P).

   we walked across the brooklyn bridge in the early morning, and it was beautiful. i love how the boardwalk is above  the cars, so that you can see all around. it’s strangely serene, even though youre above all that crazy traffic.

   

central park on a sunday afternoon, with blue skies and not a cloud in sight. i love the skyscrapers in the background. i wanted to lay out in the sun, but we had wayy too much to do.

angie and i won the lottery TWICE for $20 front row tickets! here’s our awesome view of the stage for hairspray and rent!

 we went to ground zero and the wtc tribute museum. it was really emotional. i don’t think anything can quite prepare you for when it hits you–and you just feel this overwhelming sense of loss. but they walk you through the healing process, and i think this is definitely, definitely worth seeing.   whee the subway! i love & totally miss using public transportation!

  celebrities! we met like five of the rent cast members, but here’s the original roger, adam pascal. he is SO CUTE. hahaha. angie and i felt like giddy little schoolgirls, it was pretty embarrassing.

 and we saw CHANNING TATUM filming his new movie, fighting. DAHHH! last but not least, i’ll leave you with the beautiful manhattan skyline by night.

 

the most beautiful love song i’ve heard in a long time–

you want to stay with me in the morning
you only hold me when i sleep
i was meant to tread the water
now i’ve gotten in too deep
for every piece of me that wants you
another piece backs away

you already waited up for hours
just to spend a little time with me
and i can say i’ve never bought you flowers
cause i cant work out what they mean
i never thought that i’d love someone
that was someone else’s dream

cause you give me something
that makes me scared, alright
this could be nothing
but i’m willing to give it a try
please give me something
cause someday i might know my heart.

james morrison

(try the marie digby acoustic version on youtube)

favorite quote from the office premiere tonight:
“PB & J. pam beasley and jim. what a waste… what. a. waste.” -kevin

and, i am finally back from new york! i think i’ll update about that when i’m not quite as.. exhausted.

so yesterday afternoon was my aunt elaine’s judicial inauguration at the US courthouse in LA. i’m so proud of how far she’s come–the second asian american woman to be appointed to her post! it was good to see the rest of my grandma’s family too, not to mention a DELICIOUS dinner at roy’s. :) i always love seeing my baby cousin audrey too. hapa babies are positively adorable.

i entertained the idea of becoming a lawyer for the day. i never really thought about it before, but our family is FULL of lawyers. i never thought of our family as being one of those that gravitates towards a particular profession, but both of my dad’s parents were judges, and my mom’s grandfather was a super high profile lawyer in shanghai. i’ve always thought that law seems so glamorous too. but then i thought about LSATs and more school. yeah, right. :)

so this is the beginning of life post-college. i finished my last class ever at ucsd on saturday and moved home. it feels funny.

i’ve been thinking lately about what it takes to keep a memory in writing. i started keeping a diary at the age of six, and i think it’s one of the reasons that i can remember my childhood so well. i recently went back and read through some of it, trying to pick out what kind of journal entries draws out the memory in its most complete form. i mean, cause words are more than just about the words, if that makes any sense at all. words are colors and smells and sounds–or at least, they evoke them.

i think for me, writing down songs and lyrics do it best. just because they have the sole power of really making you feel the same emotion that you attached to the song when you first heard it, no matter how long ago it was. so if a picture’s worth a thousand words, i guess for me a song is worth that and whatever else words can’t capture.

i want a pensieve, like the one in harry potter. i would try to remember all the tiny details that inevitably fade with time.

anyway, i’m going to try harder to do that here. make it easier on 30+ me to remember what it was like to be 22, naive, and fresh out of college with no direction. hopefully i won’t still be here at that time :P