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Rainbow

My first time seeing a rainbow was a horrible experience.

I was in a beach on a little island with my family. The weather was pretty nice with the sun and a clear sky. Suddenly, there was a shower. Exactly when the shower just stopped, a bee was behind me. It kept following me on the beach. I ran and screamed. But, of course, someone saved me at the end. At that exact moment, I looked up the sky, there was the rainbow; A rainbow with 4 or 5 colors in the middle of two clouds. That was my first time seeing a real rainbow on the sky. I am amazed by it even it was a very short and thin one.

Ever sine then, I am very curious about what is behind/ under/ at the end of a rainbow. Although I know nothing about it, I still kind of have a thing for rainbow. To me, it represents hope, reborn, blessing and good luck.

I tried to chase a rainbow in a car with my friend. I and my friends made promises under a rainbow. Well, not exactly under it. But, I wish I could someday go underneath a rainbow, a really big and bright one…and make a wish.

Double-alaskan-rainbowOMG…exactly like this one. (photo from wikipedia)

Tif

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Rainbow.

The first thing I think of is the gay right movement.

I never associated gay men with rainbow before. Not before I came to SF and knew about the renowned Castro Street and its rainbow flags.

But I also think of the first rainbow, the rainbow Noah saw when the flood that destroyed almost all life on the earth ended.

And then there is also this physics explanation of rainbow. Moisture in the atmosphere after the rain, the sun light, the reflection…Actually, I don’t know much about physics.

I remember when I was a kid, I always had this wonder about rainbow. I thought it was mysterious. I firmly believed there must be some power to it. I believed once I got to the end of the rainbow, I could walk on it and it would carry me to the sky.

Later, I learned in school the scientific theory about rainbow, which totally smashed my fantasy about rainbow, but set me for some other fun: my friends and I would try to spray some water under the fierce sun just to produce a rainbow for ourselves.

I like to search for a rainbow after the rain. I love the freshness in the air. It seems it is a new start and everything is going to be great!

LISA

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A couple days ago, I read something on the paper about MUNI–the public transportation system in SF.

It argued that speeding up the buses can help lower the cost for the public transportation agency and save money for the riders. According to the article, the average MUNI speed is 8 mph while the nationwide average is 12 to 15 mph.

To someone who doesn’t drive like me, public transportation service is very important to their daily lives.

So, I think maybe I should share some stories about the public transportation around the Bay Area.

Story#1: Sometimes I take the F, a transbay bus between East Bay and SF. The bus comes every 30 minutes. One day when I was waiting at the other side of the street to get across to the bus stop, I saw the F went by. That sucked, but I was trying to think positive: okay, the bus didn’t come and a 30 minutes wait is not a big deal. Then I was waiting and waiting and waiting. Finally I saw the F coming, so I got up from the seat and stood by the curb. The bus went by without stopping…man, I was standing right there!

Story#2: Sometimes I took the Cable Car, those famous tourist trams in SF that will take you from downtown to Fisherman’s Wharf. Unlike taking bus, usually you don’t show your ticket or MUNI pass when you board the cable car but until you are already in the car and asked by the staff. The other day when i got on the car and showed the driver my pass, he looked at the pass and then me, said in disgust :”Like I’m a bus driver.”

Story#3: This is also about Cable Car. I was sitting at the car which was very crowded. At a stop a couple tourists got in and the driver asked people to move inward so the new riders could get in. Someone said,”There’s no more room!” The driver shouted,”Be Nice! Be Nice! Say Excuse Me…and then push them!”

LISA

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I really like buses. Not the buses you can see in the US which are mainly single-deck. Those I like are double-deck buses. Of course, it’s even nicer if it is the classic English style red double-deck bus, although I have never ridden one before.

Anyway, I still like those double-decker buses I grown up with me in my home-country. I remember how they accompanied me for my whole life. On those buses, I slept, slobbered, cried, laughed, shouted and sweated.

I remember how I tried to ride on the same bus just to “bump into” the boy I liked. I fooled around with friends on different buses. I studied and thought through stuff while riding them.

Oh, yes. They can be pretty slow with tons of stop. You can get really sweat riding them in the summer. They can get very crowded during peak hours. However, I really enjoy riding them. They are just there for me no matter it’s a beautiful sunny day or a horrible typhoon day.

Even though I like the buses at home, I still yearn for a time I could visit London and travel around with those red double-deck buses. Hopefully, there will be a chance. Wait for me, cute little red buses!

Tif

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