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Photos from the 2015 US Championships

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[Photojournal] 2014 JGP Nagoya Cup

Big thank you to Japan, everyone involved with the competition, and the spectators. I had an amazing time competing in your country! I look forward to coming back and competing here again sometime in the near future. 

With my coach, Justin Dillon, in the kiss and cry after my short program

Pic with my fantastic teammates!

Pic with my fantastic teammates!

Team USA with the JSF official

Team USA with the JSF official

The adorable Nagoya Cup mascot 

The adorable Nagoya Cup mascot 

My short program

My free skate

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Temescal x Spring

I went on a weekend run after finishing a session of SAT tutoring at one of my favorite spots in the Bay Area--Lake Temescal. The lake is both a small reservoir and a regional park tucked among the hills of Oakland and Piedmont that is conveniently located just a few minutes away from my house. 

Today, in particular, was a bright, sunny and charming afternoon with a multitude of visitors--runners, hikers, walkers, bikers, dog walkers, fishermen, beachgoers, picnickers, bar-be-queers, mothers, fathers, families, adults and children alike. After I took a satisfying one-and-a-half mile run around the embankments of the lake, I spent a fair amount of time enjoying the lovely California sunshine and photographing nature showing early signs of spring--and a selfie, of course. California poppies scattered the landscape, along with other native flowers and plants. The trees were full and beamed with various shades of green. The lake shimmered under the radiant sunlight. It was as if nature was calling out, "Spring is here, spring is here!" at every potential moment. 

Indeed, spring has arrived. 

 

What's a afternoon worth without a selfie?

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Indigenous Peoples Day

Me attending at the Indigenous Peoples Day event in Berkeley, CA

The Indigenous Peoples Day event in Berkeley, CA was one of the more interesting events I have been to, for lack of a better word. Although it wasn't quite as big of an event as I expected it to be, it was unique in that different tribal groups dressed in their own traditional tribal attire and bonded over their common identity as Native Americans. The whole event, interestingly, was centered about a circle--booths and spectators surrounded a circular area designated for the dancing and other main attractions. Perhaps the circle symbolically represents a never-ending cycle of life--the rebirth and death--or perhaps it serves as a representation of unity and community. Indigenous Peoples Day, to me, seems to encompass a greater significance for the future of the natives. This event serves as a reminder of the fact that the natives did have a civilized way of life and a developed society that was deeply connected the the natural and spiritual world, as was indicated by the tribal dancing and music. The arrival of Columbus and the European colonization of the Americas truly altered the way of life for the indigenous natives, for better or for worse depending on either perspective. Even today, the Native Americans unfortunately still lack a formal holiday or a day of remembrance. I feel like Columbus Day is more of a way to hide America’s darker parts of its history than it is to celebrate the achievements of the “great explorer.” But instead of mourning for their losses, the greater native American community seems to have adapted Columbus Day as a day to celebrate as their own--as a day to unite as a group, to celebrate their common heritage, and to strengthen their identities as Native Americans.

 

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Hong Kong, in pictures

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Exclusive: Life as a Chinese factory worker

This July, I had the chance to visit a small clothing printing factory in Dongguan, China. This medium-sized factory with around a hundred or so workers has fulfilled orders from many name-brand clients, such as Nike and Hugo Boss. From Hong Kong, I traveled with the factory owner, and we embarked on a two-hour journey across the border into mainland China. 

 

Eating and living conditions 

Female factory workers eating lunch in their rooms

Female factory workers eating lunch in their rooms

We arrived at around noon, just as the workers were taking their mid-day break and having lunch at the factory cafeteria. I had already eaten, but I still took a quick peek at the food they were serving and the dining environment. The food looked somewhat appetizing--lunch for that day was bitter melon with egg and other green vegetables over rice. Only the "harder working men," whose job requires more strength and power, receive a small portion of meat. Most ate in the crowded dining room, furnished with tables and chairs, a small TV, and even pool tables. In the midst of the summer heat, the room was dim and surprisingly cool. 

We then walked to the dormitory located adjacent to the factory and cafeteria, and I got a chance to check out a few of the workers' rooms. The first of which was a room designated for a manager's family. More spacious than the others, the room has air-conditioning and even an old desktop computer. Inside another room for common workers, a handful of women were eating their lunch here instead of in the dining hall. Each room has six small bunk beds, so up to twelve workers live in a single room--it's noticeably small and crowded. All their belongings are kept and confined to their own bunk space, and some even cover their bunk with a curtain for added privacy. 

From around 12 or so to 2pm, the workers are given a rest period and break after lunch is served, and many choose to take a nap after they eat. The workers come from all parts of China, and many are already accustomed to taking mid-day snoozes. Without this period of rest, the owner notes that the workers would not be able to function by the end of the day. 

The factory

Workers doing various tasks on one floor of the factory

The factory building consists of three stories and also includes the main office. The bottom two floors contain long rows of tables and basic wooden tools for hand-printing. The top floor contain the only machines in the building: a few large iron presses that imprint logos and designs onto shirts and other clothing. Almost all the clothing are printed by hand, with the exception of the iron presses. Blue silk screens of various sizes are used to transfer paint onto clothing, creating your generic t-shirt logos or other fashionable decorations. When asked why most of the printing is done by hand, the owner said that the overhead and production costs would be extremely high and unpractical for a factory of his size. So, more workers are hired to quicken the printing process and to keep up with the demand from clients. Managers are hired for the sole reason of pushing the workers to reach quota goals and meet the quality standards. 

The owner recollects one time where some thousands of shirts had a logo printed the wrong way, and the order had to be canceled and money had to be compensated for the client. Because the workers and even the managers have little to no knowledge of English, they apparently did not notice that the letters of the logo were upside down. This mistake went unnoticed until they were sent to the client, and all of the few thousands of wrongly-printed shirts had to be trashed, unfortunately. 

Salary and daily life

 

Interestingly enough, the owner points out that workers are driven by one factor: money. In other words, the workers are looking to send some cash back to their family and hopefully be able to raise their standard of living. They get low pay as a factory worker here, only a few hundred per month, nowhere close to minimum wage levels in the U.S., although housing and food is provided for free. Workers work six days a week and are required to show up by 8 am and stay until the evening, but they are also strongly encouraged to work overtime for some additional income. Workers may work from 8 am to 10pm or even later. 

The work life for many may feel dull and monotonous to some extent. That is why many seek out other ways of entertainment, such as mahjong. For some reason, men are willing to risk and gamble a day's or even a month's salary on a single mahjong game, and they usually end up losing it all by the end of the night. Why? Perhaps it's the lack of stimulation or passion for their job. Maybe it's the desire to seek out the excitement when betting against the odds. In any case, gambling and mahjong has become so popular with the men in the factory that they continue to play and gamble their money away. 

 

Working for an afternoon

Me working with the iron presses, with a worker observing my every move

I even became an aspiring factory worker for an afternoon. I tried my hand at using the iron presses, alining the desired prints and logos before sending it underneath the large press. Not long after I began, the repetitive motions of this task began to tire me, but the reminder of the whole stack of unprinted shirts behind me forced me to quicken my pace and continue on.

Summer in this area is not very wonderful in any way. It's hot and humid, and there are only a few fans in the whole building. Not long after I began, I started sweating and feeling hot and uncomfortable. I really don't understand how the workers can work all day, unfazed by the sweltering summer heat. For a quick moment, I saw a young girl, not much older than me, take a quick break to cool down in front of a fan across the room before returning back to work. Perhaps she was a new worker too?

I also tried other tasks on the other two floors, and by the end of the afternoon, I set out to print a design onto my own shirt.  Printing using the silk screens was probably the hardest task I had to face the whole day. Even with the help of the other workers, I still made a few mistakes. I accidentally hit the blowdryer on the half-dried paint, causing an uncorrectable raised mark to appear. I wasn't able to evenly apply the paint and had to have a worker spend extra time to even out the paint. I didn't notice it at first, but the print I made says "Supergirl" in Japanese. Oops. Not that anyone is going to notice. 

By the end of the afternoon, I was exhausted and ready for a relaxing massage or something of the like. Factory work obviously isn't the greatest or most exciting job of all, but it's the harsh reality that these workers face day to day. To these workers, the opportunity and stable income that factory work provides is enough for them to leave their homes and families behind in order to work in a factory like this--something that I could never imagine myself having to do.  As I was reminded as I ended my "shift" and departed back to Hong Kong, everyone in the building had at least five more hours of work left.

 

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