The One I Love the Most Hurts Me the Most

Love this song since long time ago. A very long time ago ---

Listen here:

Original:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCH2axGc9fk

Different Version:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SjBserDGRnA

the image is from http://z.about.com/d/healing/1/0/q/R/feg_bleedingheart.jpg

October

October has a lot of meanings in my life. It is a special month with a full moon which is fuller than any other full moon of the year. October hosts religious celebrations and the time that I used to look forward to --- for festivities, for a short school break, for the clear dark sky with the twinkling stars (since the rain clouds are long gone by this time of the year), for the bright lighted lanterns and all the simple things that can bring happiness to life. Now, it is the birth month of my someone special, as well as one of my special friends'. It used to be the mark of the month when I have to start preparing for the final exams. It is also the month which I end up visiting, giving respect and seeing lots of relatives, teachers, elders, and friends. October is the most beautiful month in my heart.
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Love Hurts

When it concerns love;

It hurts.
It gotta hurt.
No other way.
The pain that we cling onto;
The joy that can contrast the pain to the other extreme;
It's not a mystery,
but a mystery ---
how we love and hate this coexistence.
For us,
For all,
even when the love hurts,
We just love the hurting love.
the image is from http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/F/fritzabee/1117078636_resSadist2.JPG

We Miss Her

Unable to describe

How much we miss her.

In this downward spiraling country.

Why do I love thee?

Mrs. Smith: Do I love you?

Mr. Smith: Yes, you do.

Mrs. Smith: Why?

Mr. Smith: You told me that you love me because I am simple, but now, you love me just because I am hot!

Haaaa--- Men!!!!

the image is scanned from a postcard.

Dark Chocolate

There are times that life is bitter sweet just like a dark chocolate. On certain weekends, I was walking around the quiet beach, looking for the sea shells. I was strolling around the theme park, taking snap shots of the interesting scenes. I was standing on the sand carried away by the foamy waves slipping through my feet. I was looking all the way to the horizon, if I can see --- the land that I was born, the land that I had grown up, the land that is still suffering. I was sitting by a great mast ship, thinking about the thrill of the pirates. I was standing in line for a nice sourdough bread and a hot soup. I was thinking about the land that I love where people are paying about 70 cents for a bottle of left over boiled plain rice soup. I was meeting the friends unexpectedly and having conversations peacefully. I was walking leisurely and watching paintings, beading, photographs, and all different expressions of art. Without the freedom of expression, where would the art be lying? I wonder a lot lately. I question occasionally. I recollect my memories eventually. I was there, under the sky, the same sort of sky, but with plenty of fresh breeze and inner peace.

the image is from http://www.vosgeschocolate.com/images/uploads/wc_shiraz_dark_L.jpg

Joy of Solitude

"From the vault of light at the going down of the sun,

the voices of the birds mingle with the voice of the torrent.

The path beneath the steam winds into the distance;

Joy of solitude, will you ever come to an end?"

"The Magnolia Enclosue," Pei Di (b. 716)

the image is from bp3.blogger.com/.../s400/desert+stream.jpg

After Love

Love has gone and what is left is love. Time has slipped away quietly, --- but the pain is sometimes whispering in a dear heart. The more we were beaten to surrender, the more our spirits could rise up. So--- what? Assault was right there plainly in the sight, but we all moved on to live with what is so called 'normal life'. In the deepest of the nights, there still are flashes of the days when without knowing tears have fallen down, there still are flashes of the time when without thinking broken down into a crushed soul, there still are flashes of the memories which are wanted to be forgiven at least if cannot be forgotten. When a certain bridges are burnt, when the strings are coldly cut, when the one you love the most has turn you down, --- there is no way out, nothing left to turn around, no sound exist anymore. It is not a poem of rampaging revenge, rather just a broken heart that cannot be healed.

Listen the song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSLwHCJ_Vwo&feature=related

After Love
by FT Island

Lyrics:
Translation
I thought you were my love
I thought you were my everything
I believed that you would be my last love
I laughed only for youI lived only for you
I believed in your love and that it was happiness
It’s all lies. All lies
Your love for me was all lies
You’ve hurt me so
You left me crying
You said you’ll love only me, protect only me
Your love was all lies
You took away my heart and my love
and leaving me was love
Being loved by one person
Giving love to one person
I foolishly believed that person would be you
It’s all lies. All lies
Your love for me was all lies
You’ve hurt me so
You left me crying
You said you’ll love only me, protect only me
Your love was all lies
You took away my heart and my love
and leaving me was love
(Rap)
To say it was love was a lie
Saying that you loved me was a lie
Saying it was eternal was a lie
Left me Only with the words that she’ll come back
Where did she go (We’re falling further apart)
Where did she go We’re falling further & further apart
I’ll love only you
Just in case you came back, back to me
I can’t love again
Even though you hurt me, and saddened me
I’m waiting only for youIt’s all lies, All lies
Our separation was all a lie
Because you are my love, my all
I’m waiting only for you

Lyrics in Romaji
nae sarangira saenggakhaetgo
nae jeonburago saenggakhaetgo
nae majimagi dwil sarang keuge neorago miduseo

neo hanamanul wihae uhtgo
neo hanamanul wihae salgo
keuge haengbokilggeorago ni sarangul medeotnunde
**
modu da geojitmaliya da geojitmaliya
neoui sarangul da geojitmaliya
eetorok apeuge haeseo
nal sulpeuge haeseo ulrego gan sarangijanha

namanul saranghandago nal jikyeojundago
neoui sarangun da geojitmaliya
nae maum da gajyeogago sarangdo gajyeogago
ddeonanun gei sarangijanha

han saramege sarangdatgohan saramege sarangjugo
keu sarami neoilggeora babocheorom midununde
**
repeat
(RAP)
sarangiranun malun geojitmal
sarangul handan maldo geojitmal
yeongwoniranun maldo geojitmal
dolraondanun yaksokmanul naege namgin chae
keudaenun eodiro (jakkuman meoleojijanha)
keudaenun eodiro meoleojigo meoleojyeodo
nanun neo hanamanul saranghae

neo dashi dolaoolkkabwa naegero ulggabwa
nanun sarangul dashi mothajanha
eetorok apeuge haedo nal sulpeuge haedo
neo hanaman gidarijanha

modu da geojitmaliya da geojitmaliya
uhri ibyeolun da geotjimaliya
niga nae saranginikka nae jeonbuinikka

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neo hanaman gidarijanha