Kokochi

Noi

Went to visit KC and Hideto and their new baby Noi with Jessica and Toni. Remember the baby shower? Well here is Noi! We all marveled at how cute and perfect she is. KC kept saying labor wasn't that hard, insisting it wasn't that painful. In fact, she had NO drugs! We're not convinced and know she must have a high tolerance for pain. Hideto kept a video running the whole evening as us girls chitchatted about, well, girl stuff. I understand...this is all such a special moment.

Omedeto to the parents and welcome to Noi!!

Broken...

Meaning, my laptop is broken. Here is Jason working on it, and then Barak giving a try. Thanks, guys.

[update] sniff sniff. My laptop is gone to rest. A virus perhaps. We don't know. I shall begin the process of getting my new laptop set up the way I'm used to.

SF Asian Art Museum

Went to the Asian Art Museum with Elida last night to see an exhibition of Sui Jianguo, a Chinese artist.

We met on the 2nd floor where we found rows of Chinese and Japanese 'snuff boxes' that were used to carry around powdered tobacco back in the day. It was thought that powdered tobacco would help clean sinuses when sick and was even good for health. We also fell in love with a showcase full of tiny netsuke figurines that were used to decorate small antique containers. So intricate and detailed. And rather playful representations of animals or humans doing quirky things.

I couldn't get any pics of Sui's exhibition. It was just one room but worth it. Imagine Mao sleeping sideways with a rather blissful look on his face...in the middle of thousands of tiny colorful plastic dinosaurs running towards him. You just need to see it. I did have Elida snap a pic of me and the giant red dinosaur parked outside of the museum that is one of Sui's pieces.

Inner thoughts

My footsteps make noise

a woman turns as she walks

to check who I am.

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Driving in San Fran

without Dav is confusing

I must learn my home.

Birthday Girl

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Caroline's day (2nd row, right), but Newt wore 'the hat' too. At Amira in Mission. Now off to Il Pirata.

Lucky Duck

Meaning me...Uh, not to brag, but it's the second night in a row that a friend cooked for me. Dang, I'm scoring!!

At home

Dav and I, and most people I know actually, don't like the idea of designating a special day, such as Valentine's Day. Sounds corny, but seriously, we don't need the media and the chocolate industry to tell us a day is special. Nevertheless, it was nice to have a special note from Dav, and come back to a warm home. Ezra cooked dinner for me, and Toni and Ari shared their really yummy champagne. Emerick and Sarah came home and we had a small Monday night party. Thanks everyone! I love the company.

Soppy lunch

Desmond and Wesselyne kindly invited me to lunch at a special burger joint they had found. We innocently went there and ordered our food to go. But as we waited for our food, we watched the sprinkling rain turn into big droplets of a downpour. So we ate at the place. But it's still raining! See Desmond's creative hat? We still had fun walking back : )

Orange!

I wish I were in NY to see this.

Bad aftertaste

So I went to a club Saturday night with friends. The crowd at the club, Mighty, was not the sort that I usually hang out in. Too much of a pick-up scene, and definitely not chill.

I had a good time dancing for the most part. However, my evening soured when a guy came up and asked me, "So why are you dressed like that and what kind of a statement are you trying to make?" You all know I love dressing up and that's a huge part of the fun in going out. I don't think I was extravagant, but I guess my dress made me stand out. Even so, I was minding my own business, dancing in a corner, when this person came up to me and questioned how I looked.

Maybe he was just trying to start a conversation, but I was not pleased. I spent 20 minutes conversing with him, explaining that I was dressed for myself, just for me. I was not there trying to make a statement and actually thought it was none of his business about why I dressed like I did. I was disappointed that I experienced that.

Don't know why I'm writing this. I suppose I was reminded that there will always be narrow-minded judgmental people. I guess if I had to define the statement I was making, it would be that anyone should be free to dress how they want. It's self-expression to be enjoyed, not controlled or critiqued. Can you imagine how fun it'd be if dress codes didn't exist and everyone wore whatever colorful and creative clothing everyday?