taking back sunday, blue hill avenue, boston.

dashboard confessional at blue hill avenue, boston

harvard stadium - where running is amazing

age six racer

dear daisy,

i wrote this 10 years ago, upon returning from my euro trip in 2006

song: age six racer, dashboard confessional

a princess with her six stars rainbow

dear daisy,

tonight the air was likel winter. the wind blew the fallen dried leaves along the pavement all the way to my favorite jogging place, a stream nearby the university. finally, after two months away from korea and almost three weeks setting my foot back, i went for a walk all by myself. an errand in search of adventure. everything was normal like usual - people come and go, walking, talking and jogging. an odd scene to watch in this cold.


i stood at the top of the stairs, reigned in my own perspective, wondered if i could possibly came across a shooting star. i mounted my head looking up at the sky, trying my luck to find an unnamed star for myself. the sky was empty and black.

my eyes scanned a line of shimmering yellow neon light right under the hollow sky. i was happy. i smiled. i felt grateful and blessed by the light, ensure safety to people.

i found that it was interesting to connect everything surrounding with own feeling. it is believed that every matter is interconnected and when one wish upon something, the universe conspires to help you to find it.

the best part of this is, when you are missing so much someone at the other side of the world, you hoped that the universe will do the same thing, to convey your love, misery to that someone. may our stars cross each other someday.

like santiago in the alchemist, i am in pursuit of my personal legend. i want to find my own treasure buried deep beneath the pyramid. i pray to Allah, may Him grant my wish

taking back sunday 06

a trip to southern part of south korea, 06

grand central station, lifehouse.

you and me, lifehouse. - the song for every train station in the world.

what day is it, and in what month, this clock is never seemed so alive. i can't  keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. coz this is you and me, and all the people, with nothing to do, with nothing to lose. 

sonic highways, NY

dear daisy,

time like these, foo fighters.

the glimpse of new york that i had were mostly from movies and songs. like hey, delilah.. what's it like in new york city, i'm thousand miles away but tonight girl you looks so pretty, yes you do. times square can't shine as bright as you.

i remember that in my first backpacking trip to the states some 13 years ago i only had a discplayer (which i bought from radioshack for 19 dollar) and two cds from blink182 (take of your pants and t shirt) and linkinpark (hybrid theory). fast forward now, i don't even have a single song in my phone. funny how i always thought that my life never moved on, but when i looked back - a lot had actually changed. 

these past few weeks, i had been watching foo fighters' sonic highways documentary in my spare time - of dave's creative movement and music inspiration to record songs at different studios and cities of what makes american music - great and special. 

one of my favorite episodes is new york, where the band recorded the song, river in a small studio at lower east manhattan called the magic shop, in which dave mentioned to be more than just wires, tubes and knobs but representing a big part history of the city.  

walking around the neighborhood was like reminisce the epitome of musical evolution, from david bowie, the ramones, coldplay and norah jones - all played and recorded their masterpieces here, at the so called the magic shop. 

that rainy sunday, i walked from brooklyn bridge to soho and around tribeca

 financial district - which i reckon from the scene in die hard: with a vengeance.

 fire station perhaps, but the cars are blocking the road like nobody cares.

rescue - mission and plan, the shelter near the chinatown at la fayette street / canal street

i regard my trip as a subculture of fandom into music and camaraderie of expressions - love, hate, anger, passion and everything in between. 

lalo cafe - you've got mail NY

a nice cafe near to amsterdam avenue and 83 west street - located just in front of children's museum and 10 minutes walk from natural history museum and grand central park. 

dear daisy,

it was a dream come true, to live in my own kind of drama - as a lot of my friends called it. the song i'd chose for the scene would be 'dreams' from cranberries - i guess that would fit the emotion of how i felt that day. 

talk to me amazing mind, 

so understanding and so kind,

you are everything to me.

because i love the movie, the bookshops, the chemistry, the songs and sleepless in seattle. and the scene at this cafe which reminded me of elizabeth bennet and mr. darcy from pride and prejudice.

walkabout in NY

God, give me the reason, the youth is wasted on the young. 

it's hunting season, and the lambs are on the run,

searching for meaning,

are we all lost stars,

trying to light up the dark

-----------------------------------------------------------movie: begin again,

                                                           song: lost stars, adam levine.

washington square garden, from NYU and walkabout to soho and tribeca - where many scenes from great movies were shot at this famous spot.

the most poignant memory i had about this place was a movie called august rush which starred robbin williams, keri russell and jonathan rhys. a modern, magic, fairy tale and twisted fate.... so i sat there, looking for something, searching for meanings (and wasted my youth like all the lost stars..trying to light up the dark....)

who'd forget mr. chobani, a turk immigrant who made fortune from yogurt business and handed 10% of the company shares to his employees - and made them millionaires overnight. 

dad said if i struggle to pay my rent, i should try selling my paintings or learn to pluck a guitar. at times, i wish i have the time to spend on leisure - and pick up at where i left off with sign language. the good thing i learn from sign language is that now i appreciate silence.

also the importance of being idle.

that building looks like a dalek. amazing architecture around tribeca.
my playlist is now playing jose gonzalez - step out from the secret life of walter mitty. (which also filmed in NY)

nothing is as amazing as new york city.