Doing it over again!

At 10:17 P.M. on my way back home to Brooklyn, I heard sounds as if someone is reading a newspaper.It was definitely not seven a.m. during the rush hour. It was close to the midnight.

Actually, the sounds came from passengers reading vigorously reading today's newspapers, from metro to NY times. The train filled with non-American including myself. Out of all people sitting in the car, only one person was white. The others were 80 percent Chinese, 20 percent Mexican, and all of their heads were covered with newspapers. Chinese and Spanish on the papers were dancing as they turned over the pages. I also noticed that poster hung on the subway wall that says, "Yes we can." It was striking to see those immigrants, who probably do not speak English well, who do not have high income, and who might not have jobs that they wish, trying to strive and change their lives for the better. Then, I realized that change is not something that falls upon on people by itself, but it is something that we create.

Sometimes, I feel frustrated with my work situation and concern about my future. This on-going economy is making me frightened about my job career and sometimes making me wonder if I could get to where I want to be.

However, the people who were looking for better opportunities and changes, instead of worrying about loss, washed away my trifle anxieties. Change is what we make, not what we receive.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Today, I went on a shoot to the Columbus Circle at Time Warner Center. Apparently, The Holiday under the Stars and Snow program was the main target. At 6:00 P.M. at the entrance of the Time Warner Center, 12 stars hang in the 85 foot high Great Room illuminated by the largest specially crafted display of illuminated co.or mixing in the world started to dance along with various kind of Christmas songs. This exhibition will lasted until midnight, however, it was only 15 minutes when "Magic Snow" fell on the ground.

What most of the people did not notice was that each star was choreographed to change its color with original interpretations of holiday music derived from a 12 person orchestra.

Anyone who used to play any kind of instruments would know that there are many tones and sounds that different instruments make. Indeed, this is the place for them. I used to play piano for over ten years, and I was lucky enough to listen most of the different sounds that various intruments were making.

The timing of me hearing a sound and looking at stars changing was perfect and nothing but magnificent. In addition, the mall doors made of glasses reflected all of the lights and colors of stars, and they merged into the outside scenery; a lightened up fountain, tall monument, cars on a long road. For a second, I was in an illusion that I was in Paris that I saw in the movie. It was breathtaking.

Sometimes, camera lenses cannot show what exactly cameramen and reporters are looking. I just wished so deeply that viewers of this package could feel uplifted and joyful as we got when they watched our show that will be aired tomorrow.

P.S.

I realized that when I see a beautiful thing, I strongly wnat to share wit the feeling with someone that is important in my life. When I was watching 12 stars, all I thought was how satisfied I would be if I were able to share this once-a-year-event with my beloved family.

Draft 1

Monday, November 10, 2008

The Lady With Her Suitcase

It happened at the cafe, which name was impossible for me to pronounce because it is in French! I was lining up in front of a casher with a hot beaf stew soup and a cold cheese bagel for my supervisor. It was quite windy out, which made it harder for a customer to push the heavy door to exit. I also pushed the door with my entire strength,almost attacking the door with my torso.Then, I felt someone standing behind me. It was a lady with a black suitecase. She had beautiful blond hair and and nice white fur coat. I thought it was a commonsense to keep holding the door for her so she could smoothly get out the store with her suitcase while she was on her cell phone. Well, she successfully left the cafe, however, I did not "thank you."
I am not asking her to express her graditude to me. She just horrified me with her behavior making me surprised with how inhumane and ungracious a human being can be.
New York is a fast-speed society. People might not see anything but the way to get to their destinations; workplace, home and bars after work.
I found those people pitiful and unfortunate because they are missing the most important phrase in human life.
The phrase "thank you" is simple. Sometimes we forget and underestimate its power and its value. However, this is the phrase we use most in our entire living lives, I believe. Then, isn't it the time for us to remember how warm inside it made us feel to say and to be said the words

Sunday, November 9, 2008

It was both an ordinary but rare Sunday. The subway window rims cast geometric patterns that moved along the isles. The light passing through the windows bisected faces in light and dark. The sense of peacefulness was all-pervasive. People, dressed in unique, casual or toned-down attire, were squinting their eyes, looking outside the windows into the bright afternoon light. Sunbeams held time tightly in their strong grasp. Passengers sat in golden capsules. It was as if the sun embraced and memorialized all these New Yorkers, lining up their golden busts in a traveling Work Museum. Flashes of light, like sunshine reflecting off the ocean, danced in celebration though the air. Yes, it was an ordinary Sunday in New York, as I walked to the subway, but once on the train, a rare and magical, sunlight excursion took me to a place full of peacefulness and hope.

New York has its own pace, created by New Yorkers, and which victimizes New Yorkers. It is
frightening to see businesswomen and men constantly moving their fingers across their I-phone
keyboards like frantic squirrels rushing to bury their hoards of nuts for the winter. Reading and listening to audio books or music through headphones seem to afford a respite from daily urban tensions, but this “so-called” respite is certainly a continuation of sensory bombardment. The tempo of Times Square, like river rapids, pulls us away from the healthy environment of our inner space. Then why do people seem to choose overstimulation? Much like a child overloaded with sugar, we do not recognize the symptoms.

I believed that I would never become a New Yorker. Limiting myself to an average three hours of sleep in the-city-that-never-sleeps is simply something that I could never do. However, I have had my moments like the time when my sixteen-hour work day came into conflict with my need for winter clothes. I told my boss that I had to leave early to purchase winter clothes. Naturally, my company does not allow personal shopping time during the work day. However, my work day begins and ends as stores open and close; hence, my need for prevarication .