Monday, May 14, 2007

My Japanese Cherry Blossom


Cherry Blossom (back view), originally uploaded by snaperture.

In both Japanese and Chinese cultures the cherry blossom is full of symbolic meaning and significance. In Chinese the cherry blossom is often the symbol of love, in contrast Japanese represents the transience of life. This concept ties in very deeply with the fundamental teachings of Buddhism that state all life is suffering and transitory.

It means both to me, I chose a Japanese style pattern, a bur smoky pattern with sharp edge cherry blossom. I knew the design is very feminine therefore I added the smoky and dark pattern as a background to make it more muscular. This is not something was gotten because a bunch of friends were getting one. This is a piece of art that I envision and it means something more than a tattoo, it is a devotion to art and my culture.

Sorry Mom I got this during Mother’s day, I know my mom won’t like it but she should loves me as who I am.

I got to EddieTattoo around 3pm and I was more ready than the last one. This time was a lot bigger than the last one and I know it would be painful and I can’t tolerate the pain. After I told Eddie what I wanted, he started to hand free drew it on my arm to make sure the design was according to my idea. When he started I regretted because it was 4 times more painful than last time. When he needled around the collar bone and armpit around I scream so hard. My hand was holding tight and I can’t breathe right because of the intense pain. The three hours seems to be forever and it was the most pain act that I ever committed. But after it was completed, there was a moment of joy and it was indescribable. It was all worth it!

It will be one more piece to complete this arm. It will be done when I forgot the pain, but now “no way Jose!”

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Sunday, May 13, 2007

KaBoom 2007


DSC_0538, originally uploaded by snaperture.

This was the 16th annual KaBoom music festival held from radio station KFOG. According to my friend it used to be free and this was the first year they charged $10 online and $15 by the door. Thanks for Gavin Newsom Administration for doubled the fees on KaBoom.

We got there in Pier 30 by 7:30pm and the concert is almost over, but there were more special in this concert. It is famous for the state-of-the-art fireworks, a digitally-fired, and synchronized to a World Class Rock soundtrack. When darkness falls around 9:10pm the staff turned off the light and the fireworks start. It was amazing they can slow down the firework when they played a slow track. It was the most amazing fireworks show I ever seen. It was a cold night and luckily I brought sleep bag so we won’t catch a cold. But when the firework started nothing really matters. I am sure I will grab a better site next year.

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Friday, May 11, 2007

Love at First Sight, "The Alchemist"

I am reading "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho, it is a bestseller that was first published in Brazil in 1988. It is a symbolic story that urges its readers to follower their dreams.

I love the story of Santiago who encountered love at first sight.

At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled and that was certainly an omen—the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life. The omen he had sought to find with his sheep and in his book, in the crystals and in the silence of the desert.

It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it’s easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it’s in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainly that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one’s dreams would have no meaning.

How wonderful it is to meet someone you love before you knew her/him.

Monday, May 7, 2007

My First Indoor Rock Climbing


DSC_0402, originally uploaded by snaperture.

This was my first experience of indoor rock climbing in Mission Cliffs, San Francisco. This was a first time ever so we had to attend a safety course in order to allow climbing. I didn’t know that you actually need someone to belay you and it was hard to trust some newbie because my life was depended on him/her. Anyway… Luckily, staff working at the gym was happy to literally show us the ropes and the safety procedures. After the safety course we got our permit to climb. After a couple beginner routes I was tired. We had lunch in Boston Market and came back for some more climbing.
After a good lunch I tried 5.8 (still a beginner route but much harder). I was in the middle of it, so tired, my fingers clung the rock above me with my feet balanced precariously on the edge. I was just hung there without any energy to move on. I told my belay partner “I am done put the break on and I am coming down. “ I sighed. It was tougher than I thought, and my upper body muscle didn’t help me much at all. Even the first time girl was a lot better than me.
Oh well, I have to do it again sometime. Challenge is good for me.

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Friday, May 4, 2007

Margarita Friday


Margarita Friday, originally uploaded by snaperture.

Today is a “Margarita Friday”, and our company serves margarita for Cinco De Mayo. Just in time I can show off my salsa move that I learned from the class to the co-workers. I was dancing with my co-worker Jamie and shown off what we had learn from the class last night. I also brought some Latin music to make it a better atmosphere. I am still drinking my second glass of margarita and I think I need to stop now.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Why What You Have Is Never Enough

This is an article from Wall Street Journal.

We may have life and liberty. But the pursuit of happiness isn't going so well.
As a country, we are richer than ever. Yet surveys show that Americans are no happier than they were 30 years ago. The key problem: We aren't very good at figuring out what will make us happy.

We constantly hanker after fancier cars and fatter paychecks -- and, initially, such things boost our happiness. But the glow of satisfaction quickly fades and soon we're yearning for something else.

Similarly, we tell our friends that our kids are our greatest joy. Research, however, suggests the arrival of children lowers parents' reported happiness, as they struggle with the daily stresses involved.

Which raises the obvious question: Why do we keep striving after these things? Experts offer two explanations.

We aren't built to be happy. Rather, we are built to survive and reproduce. We wouldn't be here today if our ancestors didn't struggle mightily to protect and feed their families. The promise of happiness, meanwhile, is just a trick to jolly us along.

"This is an incentive scheme for the benefit of our genes," argues Boston money manager Terry Burnham, co-author of "Mean Genes." "It's a very fundamental trick that's played on us, this lure of perpetual bliss."

Don't like the idea that we're hoodwinked by some hard-wired set of ancient instincts? Blame it, instead, on societal beliefs.

Working hard and raising children may not make us happier. But these beliefs keep society functioning -- and those who embrace them prosper and end up passing these values onto their children.

We're bad at forecasting. Consider a study by academics Daniel Kahneman and David Schkade.
They asked university students in the Midwest and Southern California where they thought someone like themselves would be happier -- and both groups picked California, in large part because of the better weather. Yet, when asked how satisfied they were with their own lives, both groups were equally happy.

"When you're thinking about moving to California, you're thinking about the beaches and the weather," says Mr. Schkade, a management professor at the University of California at San Diego. "But you aren't thinking about the fact that you'll still be spending a lot of time in the grocery store or doing chores. People emphasize differences that are easy to observe ahead of time and forget about the similarities."

When we predict what will make us happy, we're also influenced by how we feel today. If we buy the weekly groceries just after we've had lunch, we will shop much more selectively. The downside: A few days later, we will be staring unhappily into an empty refrigerator.
Maybe most important, we fail to anticipate how quickly we will adapt to improvements in our lives. We think everything will be wonderful when we move into the bigger house. We don't realize that, after a few months, we will take the extra space for granted.
Experience should help us avoid repeating such mistakes. But it doesn't, in part because we don't accurately recall how we really felt, says Harvard psychology professor Daniel Gilbert, author of "Stumbling on Happiness."

One example: We work devilishly hard to get that next promotion, because we're sure it will leave us elated. We forget that, when we last got promoted, it was a bit of a letdown.
With any luck, just knowing we are susceptible to these pitfalls will help.
But you might also try a reality check, Prof. Gilbert says. Suppose you think you will be happier if you move to a small rural town, adopt a child, or quit your job and become a high-school math teacher.

Don't rely on the opinions of people who live in small towns, have adopted kids or become teachers. Instead, spend some time observing these folks -- and see whether they're happy.
Becoming a teacher "sounds quite romantic," Prof. Gilbert says. "But hanging around high-school math teachers may quickly disabuse you of that notion."