This is an amazing rendition. I don’t know who this version is by, but for those of you still racking your brain over where you’ve heard this before? It’s a cover of Oasis’ probably most well known song, “Wonderwall”.
Going to sleep with massive amounts of pent up feelings in any form. Whether it’s a ridiculous amount of joy, sorrow, confusion, or anger. You wanna shout to the world or any friend available about what you’re feeling, but no one’s online and it’s 2 AM so you dare not try and call anyone or shout at the top of your lungs. You haven’t gotten it all out yet but you’re dead as poop drowsy.
So Noelle got me addicted to this website, Bakerella, and after a decent hour of wide-eyed drooling and stomach-growl induced browsing, I came across this beauty. A Bundt Cake marbled with chocolate and “Matcha" or Japanese Green Tea Powder. Bundt cake is already amazing and marble cake is equally irresistible, but to put the two together and give it a green tea twist is….omg.. I’m about to go out and buy some Matcha.
Today my pastor gave us homework. Sounds weird, but it got me really thinking yknow? We were told to write a Thank You letter to a special someone in our lives. That person who made your Walk with Christ real, that person that you looked up to and that made you want to be just like him or her. The person that made you want what they had, the joy they got out of their own walk. That person who was your “Fisher of Men”. That person you never thanked enough…
To me that was Phoebe Noona. The daughter of very close family friends, she was 10 years my senior and the older sister I wish I always had. It didn’t matter that we didn’t share the same blood, she treated me and my brother like real dongsengs. She was kind, warm, fun, supportive, sisterly, hard-working, and an all around amazing person.
She was and always be one of my role models. Not because she was successful, cos she wasn’t. Not because her life is perfect now, cos it isn’t. She’s my role model because she made a difference, and she made it selflessly. And because she continues to be just as awesome as she used to be. Despite her ridiculous phone bills and her meager salary, she still calls me from time to time, long distance, to check up on me and to make sure I’m still in Church hahaha. Unfortunately none of her family members have her address at the moment due to her briefly moving to DC then Korea with her In-Laws. So along with the cheesy E-Mail(In place of a real snail-mailed letter) I’m gonna send her later tomorrow, I wanted to pay tribute to how grateful I am to her.
This is my Noona, Phoebe, who I will always love and be thankful for.
This is her son JunHee who she named after me and my brother. (I cried a little when I found out T.T) Note: My Korean name’s Jun[most people say “Jun-ee”] and my brother, Lenny’s is JunKyu]
Today I was roaming this awesome art website called deviantART that I like to visit every other day or so and I found a piece that took my breath away. My eyes wouldn’t move from it as they scanned the technique, the colors, the textures, and the composition. Perfection in its own way.. Once in awhile I find a piece of art, 2D, 3D, musical, sculptural or otherwise…and its just breathtaking y’know? Today I found one. A piece that made me doodle for a solid hour cos it sparked a million new ideas. It’s titled "inf" by zealouszinger. Enjoy.
For all you artsy fartsy folk, check out the site above, it’s good stuff.
So after several years in hiatus our dearest Train, has come out with a new hit single a couple months back, and it is the awesome. A Platinum wonder. I’m sure most of you have heard this song already whether on the radio or via your own means, but as with all new songs that I get addicted to, I tend to look for good covers on youtube. I don’t know why… Now Train’s not an easy band to cover, the charisma, the high vocal ranges, and the instrumental mastery isn’t something so simply emulated. The last song of theirs I became infatuated with, “Drops of Jupiter”, I had found very few decent covers, and well even then they were just that, decent. Nothing special
I was pleasantly surprised(I always spell that word wrong…) to find this time around to find two pretty awesome covers.The first is by some of our fellow Asian Americans who participated in this years Kollaboration of which included, Clara C and Jason Yang. A pretty decent job considering they lowered the octave range with the vocals and replaced the Ukulele line with a high capo-ed guitar. And while the lack of the resounding bass drum is a bit of a loss, the smooth violin line they added and the various harmonies they weaved into the cover more than make up for any losses. It’s a mellower more acoustic-driven take, and it’s pretty cool. They end up mashing up the song with another hit at the end. Coolness.
The second cover is by a band called Overture. This is a two man band looping and/or editing several insturment lines divided between themselves, and they’ve done quite a job at it. While I didn’t expect to find someone to hit Train’s Lead Singer’s vocals, this guys pulled it off, Ukelele included. An amazing cover definitely worth checking out. Kudos Overture.
For those of you who don’t know of Train, two other songs to check out that I’ve always loved are the previously mentioned "Drops of Jupiter", probably their most famous song to date and "Calling All Angels".
I decided to sleep off the afternoon heat earlier today with a nap. I don’t know why but it seems like my dreams are more vivid and frequent when I take naps compared to when I knock out for the night. I’ve always held my dreams in high regard, constantly contemplating on what they mean, what part of my sub-concsious was I masking while my eyes were open? I’ve always believe my dreams held meaning, maybe not any hocus pocus clairvoyance kinda stuff but definitely something deep in my brain that I was just missing while I was awake.
Earlier today during my nap I had an interesting one. It was the same scene repeated over and over but always with different people and a different setting. It must’ve happened at least 5 or 6 times before I woke up with beads of sweat dotting my forehead. I was always looking at the back of a certain group of friends I had, slowly walking away from me, intent on going somewhere for the night. I’d call out to one or two of them in the group, more than loud enough for them to hear, and they’d never answer. I’d try and catch up with them but it always seemed like no matter how fast I ran towards them they only god farther at the same pace, like I was running on a treadmill. out of the 5 or 6 times this happened no one ever turned around, they were always completely oblivious of my presence.
It’s gonna sound emo as heck but when I woke up I felt really lonely. My mom and dad were right outside the door shouting that they were going to the video store and that they’d be back, but even then I just wanted to go back to sleep. Alas I couldn’t thanks to a massive headache, so I blasted my music and Tumblr’d it out. I’m beginning to notice the crappy thing about my dreams(Not sure if this applies to any of you) is that when I say “vivid” I don’t mean visuals, sound, touch, smell, taste…none of that. I’ve always been able to remember the few dreams I do because of the way I’d felt during the dream. The emotions from the dream are the ones that linger the most, not what I physically experienced.
Horribly written and acted English scripts in Korean Television programs.[Not only limited to dramas and movies but also to documentaries that like to show flashbacks] Whether they’re native English speakers and their acting is terrible, or they’re Korean and the program tries to pass them off as a native English speaker, Pet Peeve #2.
xbigbryan (12:48:17 AM):Im about to give up on Korea..
hellosuperduper (12:48:22 AM):NEGATORY
hellosuperduper (12:48:24 AM):2ne1
hellosuperduper (12:48:25 AM):alltheway
xbigbryan (12:48:33 AM):I.Dont.Like.Them…
hellosuperduper (12:48:34 AM):dude
hellosuperduper (12:48:36 AM):0 plastic surgery
hellosuperduper (12:48:40 AM):except bom
hellosuperduper (12:48:40 AM):who had
hellosuperduper (12:48:41 AM):botox
hellosuperduper (12:48:42 AM):but thats cus
xbigbryan (12:48:44 AM):…
hellosuperduper (12:48:45 AM):she was failing the auditions
xbigbryan (12:48:51 AM):And thats a good reason?
hellosuperduper (12:48:56 AM):its to suceeed
hellosuperduper (12:48:57 AM):u cant blame her
hellosuperduper (12:48:57 AM):rofl
hellosuperduper (12:49:05 AM):at least the other 3 dont rep that at all
xbigbryan (12:49:05 AM):You do know botox is what makes the old peoples look creepy?
hellosuperduper (12:49:10 AM):ahahaha
xbigbryan (12:49:40 AM):And Plastic Surgery was the tip of the iceberg, for every Korean person that got plastic surgery, there was two in America
xbigbryan (12:50:11 AM):The reason I bagged on plastic surgery so bad was the standarization for the double eyelid procedure
xbigbryan (12:50:23 AM):I find it ridiculous, pointless, and a sad attempt to look more white
xbigbryan (12:50:55 AM):I like natural looking eyes on Asians.
xbigbryan (12:52:41 AM):Its like having a wife who keeps making herself vomit her lunch, you tell her a million times she’s already beautiful and her weights perfect, but then she picks up a Vogue magazine, crunches her eyebrows together and shoves her fingers straight back down her throat
xbigbryan (12:53:06 AM):Frustrating is a better word for how I feel compared to “hate”
hellosuperduper (12:53:36 AM):you should post that
hellosuperduper (12:53:42 AM):thats
hellosuperduper (12:53:45 AM):a really good description
" Battle [Produced by The Quiett] ” by Dumbfoundead
I started brainstorming ideas in my composition notebook lately for the Dumbfoundead Sticker Competition. While looking for stock images to use as reference, I came across his website which was offering a free stream and download of his song “Battle” which is pretty good. The beat and melody are both well done and Dumbfoundead’s lyrical mastery and flow stand out like always. I was never a huge fan(seeing as how I don’t listen to rap as much as I used to), but his work is definitely starting to grow on me.
Another good song of his is “Jam Session 2.0” where he collaborates with several other artists that sums up into audio goodness. You can give it a listen on youtube(the visuals are actually a nice touch) or on his website, where you can again get a free download of the song.
If I come up with anything I might post it up here first to get some feedback. Anways, enjoy folks.
Nicolette’s post really got my noodle running just now. For the last week or so, I’ve been just waiting, and I don’t know what for. It feels like I’m waiting for something that’s never gonna happen, something that I expect to just fall on my lap and make everything better.
I daydream all the time, and it revs up this false sense of hope in me that just punches me back in the face later…waiting for all this fake hope and this empty optimism to actually bring about something.
I’ve been sitting on my rump for too long. The farther back I try to remember the more I realize that this mindset wasn’t really just limited to this week…it’s always been like this.
This comfort zone I’ve created, I wonder what comes of it when I intentionally break it.
Ever have one of those days where you just feel like a crack addict? Now it might or might not be with crack addiction that your particular set of withdrawal symptoms stem from, but I think most of us have had one of those days.
You forgot it home, it just plain broke or broke down, it’s getting fixed, you lost it, it got stolen…For me it’s my cell phone, my wallet, my chapstick, my guitar(occasionally), and my computer(with internet).
Case 1: One day without my chapstick will have me smacking my lips nonstop, nervously. Frantically darting my eyes around for the nearest candidate, that person who’d be willing to swap an indirect kiss to calm my nerves and hydrate my lips..
Recently my computer died right after I saved my younger brothers PC from the brink of death….I worked a straight 10 hours, tinkering, researching, command coding, installing, and re-tracing steps to bring it back to life. The darkest 10 hours this month had ever seen… I honestly considered becoming a hermit if my computer died. I’d shut myself away from all technology in a futile attempt to isolate myself from electronics. To fast with the hope that my attachment to their beautiful convenience would fade.
Are you an addict?
I was gonna make a new piece titled, “Withdrawal” with the last few day’s events being the inspiration..buy I got lazy, so I found a picture on the interwebs…just because.
5:00 PM: Lenny and I return home in the hopes that we can reformat and repair his sadly broken computer. We failed 5:30 PM: Lenny and I tried hardware fixes and isolations to corner the problem. We failed 6:00 PM: Lenny uses my computer to study, the mood in the room is glum and emo. 6:10 PM: My computer starts acting up and begins to randomly reboot. We give up. 6:15 PM - 12:00 AM: Lenny and I (Mostly I) try in a futile attempt to sleep away our worries. I failed. 12:30 AM :My PC works for longer periods of time…this being the longest span. Hopefully no more random reboots.
In those 7 and a half hours me and my brother were the most emo people in the world. Why? Because our computers didn’t work…
Lately I’ve been trying very very hard to stay more positive. With each passing year my cynicism seems to be growing heavier and heavier on me, not something I really want. Therefore I’ve tried to take and squeeze every drop of enjoyment out of my days by stopping at least once a day to appreciate something, anything. The smell of fresh coffee in the morning(however bad that home-made coffee may taste), noticing the tiny blue flowers dotting the small garden in front of my apartment unit, the way the light dances off of an empty glass jar in the afternoon, the feminine curves of my guitars and the different resonating tones from each of them.
And you know what? It’s working, even if only a little. It’s never gonna be lasting, but taking 5 seconds out of each day to really appreciate something God stuck in our paths for that smile that pops in and out throughout the day? I say it’s a fair trade.
Plus, brownie points-for those of you following the WVC Bible Study a little more studiously: turning an everyday activity into praise for our Lord, noticing what beauty God has given us, and thanking him for it. Sweet. I just sounded like a legit Bible Study teacher.
This is a song that I’ve just been in love with for the last month or so. There’s nothing more awesome than when you find a sweet song by a great band that you can just relate to, lyrics-wise. As a person who’s continuously struggled to find his place in society, his purpose and just a place to belong to, this song hit really effin’ close to home. This goes out to all of you struggling to find a place right now, a purpose, a niche.
Note: Check out the bridge to this song, I don’t know musical technicalities and whatnot but it’s pure awesomeness. :]
Enjoy and God Bless folks.
"This is home Now I’m finally back to where I belong Where I Belong Yeah, this is home I’ve been searching for a place of my own Now I’ve found it Maybe this is home This is home”
I’ve been trying to figure out a certain something recently. A certain something that I’ve always found fascinating. Immigrants, FOBs, Visitors, Translators, whatever..
I’ve noticed that with some people’s ongoing attempts to learn English, that on occasion one of two things can possibly occur.
Case 1: The individual has a thick accent based on their primary language however their grammar and their vocabulary are at a fairly advanced level. Imagine Jackie Chan for example, except with better grammar and a slightly more advanced vocabulary. Not quite up there with native English speakers but close. It’s rare but I’ve seen it on several occasions.
Case 2: The much more commonly seen (in my opinion) opposite of case 1. The individual has uncanny accent mastery. You can detect no slurs, softer consonants or elongated vowels of any kind. (Ok, sometimes it’s mildly detectable) With their moderate to slightly below average grammar and vocabulary they easily pass off as a native English speaker until, you catch the terrible grammar mistake. A misplaced or just plain missing word in a sentence…maybe even the inability to pronounce a specific word or sound.
My mom belongs in case 2. Most people don’t really realize she’s a FOB unless the conversation lasts for more than a minute. My mom lived in Korea in her younger years till about early High School, then she moved to America. So technically she lived half of her educated life in Korea and the second half in America. But even then, I know many people who have come even earlier and their accent remains…..
Interesting…. What’s your take?
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John loves Jane. Awesome? Of course. John spends all his time with Jane. Awesome? Sure, why not. John loves Jane so much that everyone else begins to lose importance. Eh.. John spends all his time with Jane-over the phone, over the internet, while eating, while in class, and even while they’re sleeping. Don’t ask for details, just know they are separated by roughly 200 miles and this “time” is spent over the phone and internet exclusively with maybe one or two hour breaks in between. John loves Jane so much that even the smallest negative remark about her blows up and makes him explode like a volcano. Awesome? Not so much.
Nobody seems to approve of Jane or the company she keeps. Let’s just say if you knew more about her neither would you.
Now as friends and family of John, do we buckle down, bite our tongues and wish him the best? Do we take the explosions of over-defensiveness and hope things work out as time goes on? A year has passed, how long are we supposed to wait again?
Or do we keep fighting?
I honestly don’t know any more. What do you think?
An awesome song from their album "Us Against the Crown". For those of you who don’t know State Radio, these guys are a nice mix between Reggae rock and Alternative. This entire album is pretty sweet. Other recomendations fromt he same album include: -Camilo -Black Cab Motorcade -Riddle In Londontown
Momma Lee whipped up some curry this fine night and my goodness I will never get sick of it. You know how they say we all have separate stomachs (or compartments in our stomachs) for dessert? Well Big Bryan has another chunk ready to expand on cue to the point of no return, just for curry. Whenever decent curry’s handed to me my stomach feels empty, longing, and I end up scarfing down 2-3 servings worth easy. It could look like poop in a toilet, but by God if you made it right I won’t mind.
I’ve always told people with stories of their travels that I would love to have been where they have, just for the food. I want to have food adventures *check wallet and sighs*! Even if said adventures are limited to the valley for now. I wanna try cliche foods from their places of origin. I wanna know how all of it was meant to taste, or what it tasted like before we brought it to the good ol’ USofA. I don’t care if it tastes no different…just knowing I’ve been there and done that would be… quite amazing.
I want to taste Pho in Vietnam, Ramen and Sushi in Japan, Bread and Pastries in France, Pasta and Pizza in Italy, Burritos and Tacos in Mexico(Hey, that ones actually very possible right now), Dim Sum and Lo Mein in China, I can keep going but you get it…
Man I’d eat more curry if I wasn’t on the verge of exploding….
I know I can’t honestly say “I’m getting old” yet. Twenty-one is still a ripe, prime age to most, but with each passing year my thoughts have been getting deeper and deeper. And right now my brains conjuring up more questions than I ever thought possible.
I was just thinking, isn’t it odd how when we’re children, we can’t wait to grow up; but when we’re adults(or just older in general), all we wanna do is go back. I’ve been catching myself saying, “Those were good times” a lot. Reminiscing is nice but dwelling over the past, not so much. Perhaps it’s time for a change.