말도 없이 - 나인스트릿 (9th STREET)

Lyrics for "You're Beautiful" OST, 말도 없이.

말도 없이-나인스트릿(9th STREET)

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KOREAN
하지말걸 그랬어 모른척 해버릴걸
안보이는 것처럼 볼수없는 것처럼
널 아예 보지말 걸 그랬나봐

도망칠 걸 그랬어 못들은척 그럴걸
듣지도 못하는 척 들을 수 없는 것처럼

아예 네 사랑 듣지 않을 걸

말도없이 사랑을 알게 하고 말도 없이 사랑을 내게 주고

숨결 하나조차 널 담게 해놓고 이렇게 도망가니까

말도없이 사랑이 나를떠나 말도없이 사랑이 나를 버려

무슨 말을 할지 다문 입이 혼자서 놀란것 같아 말도 없이 와서

왜 이렇게 아픈지 왜 자꾸만 아픈지

널 볼수 없다는거 네가 없다는거 말고

모두 예전과 똑같은건데

말도없이 사랑을 알게 하고 말도없이 사랑을 내게주고

숨결 하나조차 널 담게 해놓고 이렇게 도망가니까

말도없이 사랑이 나를떠나 말도없이 사랑이 나를버려

무슨말을 할지 다문입이 혼자서 놀란것 같아

말도없이 눈물이 흘러내려 말도없이 가슴이 무너져가

말도없는 사랑을 기다리고 말도없는 사랑을 아파하고

넋이 나가버려 바보가 되버려 하늘만 보고 우니까

말도없이 이별이 나를찾아 말도없이 이별이 내게와서

준비도 못하고 너를 보내야하는 내맘이 놀란것 같아 말도없이 와서

말도없이 왔다가 말도없이 떠나는

지나간 열병처럼 잠시 아프면 되나봐

자꾸 흉터만 남게되니까

Things I hate

Blogging had always ... always been my last resort everytime I felt "BLUE" --> my latest selection of words. PPL call this "EMO"! Hell yeah you're right. I'm the most EMO type of girl you will see. OR prolly leave your number, and I will resort to calling YOU instead.

** Things that get onto my nerves **



1) MORONS

What about MORON + SSSSS ?? One thing, they never fail to get onto my nerves. Having too much of a conversation with these MORONS inadvertently change me into one too. And what? The best solution is to keep your mouth shut, act timid, be polite and SMILEEEE. Sigh ... Social Intelligence had never been this tough. There goes my student life. Bye.



2) Sleeping Habit

As much as I had been trying to be a diligent student, I switched my sleeping time to the old-fashioned, conservative, sleeping before 12 AM manner. I always blame my obnoxious habit of sleeping in the early morning to jet-lag. No more excuses after being back from korea for a year now.



3) Calls during Sleeping Beauty dream

AS I mentioned in point 2, which I purposely added this, is I totally HATE people calling me on my cell in the night, as night as after 12 AM in the MORNING night! What the HELL. I nonit sleep ar now? Be courteous la wth wth. Totally forgiven if it's an emergency. Totally suck up if it's to ask "HOW ARE YOU DOING?" Because this is only OK if it's JIM.

So many many infinity times I thought it was my alarm, and wth it's already morning and I have to wake up. Imagine me looking at my phone, brain-studded at some kaki-pagi names. Once is enough! YOU , YES YOU never fail to call at least THREE TIMES before giving up! So puhhhlleeezzz don't call me early in the morning ... *begging*. Unless you got robbed, or prolly stranded in some island, chased by dogs, JUST broke-up with ur gf/bf (mind the JUST. Breaking up for a month already will not be accepted), owe me $$,  owe you $$.

Ok well, to sum this all, I hate being disturbed WHEN I'm sleeping though =)



4) Mean Gossipers

Ok, I added a mean right at the front SO it doesn't apply to me. I am the most courteous GOSSIPERS you will ever encounter. I hate gossipers who have nothing to do but to gossip all day long. Who and who broke up, who got together with who, who did this, who did that. None of your business. And I hate it the most when you come asking me about WHO. Those are the what you call as "patpohs". Get a life.

MEAN gossipers. They are those who will never fail to spread rumours about you, mind you, it's fake rumours. Enjoy making your life miserable, and clap their hands when you fall. Stalk you on your facebook, blogs, leaving ugly comments to make themselves look miserable. NO, I won't do things you do. Because if I do, it would make no difference between YOU and ME. Well, it's the bottom line, do not cross it then.



5) Movies

I lurveeeeeeee MOVIES, OHHH YESS I DO! I was movie freak. From west to east, I never miss out on any movies, never to mention DRAMAS, oooo I LOVE THEM so. I spent my life in campus, at home, during lunch, dinner, lectures catching up to the latest drama. Ohhh especially the korean ones. I love it so much because it never fail to make me feel emotional, tear-stricken at the climax, smile and laugh as they do, feel lovey-dovey when they "pattoh". This is how I spent my life as a student. While other students are covering their noses in books, I cover mine in dramas.



Yes yes why hate it now!!?? Because YOU made my parents scold me for wasting my time, my friends laughed at me for being a movie-freak, so so lonely coz I could'T find another movie-freak like myself, spent time in front of the laptop instead of the mirror, worsen my eyesight turning from 100 to 250, LAST BUT NOT LEAST, I couldn't catch up to you ANYMORE. WHILE everybody's talking bout how good 2012 was, I am left out in the dark, banging my head to the wall b'coz I had not the chance to watch it yet. What more else AVATAR!!! YOU totally gave me a BAD DAY, BAD MONTH! I wanted to watch YOU so so so much but couldn't find time to spare. I hate YOU.


That's all for the time being. Will add more into the list when I think of any =)

Trapped

Everyday, at the same hour, same minute, when the clock ticks at 12am, my heart makes a loud thump, beat faster, me crumpling into my bed, head winging.

Afraid of looking back, fear of the future, nervous with what's waiting for me at the other side of the fence. I'm TRAPPED. I couldn't move back, neither gather enough courage to move forward. Afraid one wrong move will bring me nowhere, and everything would be in vain. I hate myself, being so timid, petty, indecisive. I even fear the fish, well-cooked, well-served on the table. Afraid of choking on the fish bone again, crying my lungs out thinking I'm gonna die for sure *I was young for god's sake!* Avoided fish with bones, therefore under-developed brain. *pity*

TICK TOCK. It's 12.

Trapped !

Thinking back of the stuff I had done for the day. And the blunders I had made. So depressive at that thought.

Gathering courage, because tomorrow is always filled with hope. =)

Father Forgets

FATHER FORGETS

PART 2

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years. 

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these feelings if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tougue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual : "He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yes as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

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How many, how many have cried in the shadow, unable to meet up to your parent's expectations? How many turned green when your daddy ask you to show him your report card? How many turn into rebellious teenagers just to get back at them for making you look timid? BUT how many could understand the love they shower over us? 

Because you don't understand their perception, YOU SHOUTED and said you have generation gaps. YOU SHOUTED and say they are old-fashioned, out-dated, mood-spoilers, and they dont understand you! Do you? Do you even understand yourself? 

You smoke, you club, you drink, you fail every single paper in college. So this is you?

Whenever you have the opportunity, take a step back, ask yourself, what could you do for your parents, if you could love them as much as they loves you. If you could also be in their shoes for a minute, think from their perspective, then you will know how much they had sacrificed for you. 

I LOVE YOU, DADDY AND MUMMY!!!!!

 

Father Forgets

Father Forgets is one-of-a-piece which touched the feelings of so many readers, and had been reproduced in many magazines and newspapers. An article which I could not help but shed tears when I read, which I have no right to be selfish and keep the article in my possession but to share with all that share the same perception as I do. Enjoy =)

FATHER FORGETS

W. Livingston Larned

The First Part

Listen, son   :   I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are the things I was thinking, son   :   I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hang and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I forwned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it beagan all over again in the later afternoon. As I came up the road I spied on you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holds in your stockings. I humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissesd me, and your small arms tightened with and affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.