When I was young I'd listen to the radio waiting for my favorite songs
When they played I'd sing along it made me smile.
Those were such happy times and not so long ago
How I wondered where they'd gone
But they're back again just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well.
Every Sha-la-la-la Every Wo-o-wo-o still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling that they're starting to sing's so fine.
When they get to the part where he's breaking her heart
It can really make me cry just like before
It's yesterday once more.
Looking back on how it was in years gone by and the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad so much has changed.
It was songs of love that I would sing to then and I'd memorize each word
Those old melodies still sound so good to me as they melt the years away.
All my best memories come back clearly to me
Some can even make me cry just like before
It's yesterday once more.
the carpenters 'yesterday once more'
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Suddenly he appears.
Once in a while, when i get on the subway, see out of the window, tap my fingers on my bag, and when my mind's full of emptiness, he's there.
I don't like to be the one in someone's memory. However, i may wish that i'm still the one who he'd recall on his mind. As far as i know him (only if i can say "i still know him" ), he's not the kind of man that shows his thoughts, abstract feelings or recalls the past times.
I can't help thinking of him a lot these days, but it doesn't mean that i want to go back then, just simply, i'm curious what he's doing and everything's alright. Perhaps, if i insist, 1 out of 100%, i may have wished that he had thought of me even for a little bit, being honest. I still keep in touch his friends, we used to hang out and join the club together so nothing's wrong with my relationship with others, but it's become kind of taboo(funny, to use that word! haha) to talk about him in front of me or about me to him. I'm very fine with that now, so i ask about him and make jokes on him. Besides, when i feel like talking about 'our'(which's expired long long time ago, but still) beautiful memories, furtively say his name and those days, laughing out and feeling a relief.
While staying in manila, i dreamt of him three times and it made me feel sorrowful and my self vulnerable. I wrote the dreams in my diary but didn't mention his name. His name was so special and I really loved calling his name, so whenever his name was on the tip of my tongue, i avoided saying that, even imagining the spelling of his name. I pretended to be kind of impassive but don't know if i succeeded in it. He was extremely sick in my third dream, and 'we' (oh, this word used to break my heart, ha) were very close to each other and i was taking care of him. He smiled so brightly that i was almost confused it was real and we were together again. He was crippled and wasn't able to stand up or walk without holding me beside him. It was such a great feeling, although i knew it was just a dream in the end of the unreal film. As soon as i woke up, i was happy to see him, on the other hand, was worried if something's wrong with him. I'm not an angel that always wish his happiness, but it was the only thing i should do that moment, praying for him.
I was tempted to text him several times, but didn't. I don't understand male creatures' mentality, guess it might not leave a good impression if i call on or try to know his status. It probably seems like i'm nosy and still unable to pull my thoughts together. I'm very collected though. But, honestly, I kind of miss him. How can i define the word "MISS"?
(at this rate i'll forget the necessary emotion when human-beings love -_-)
keep on listening the Carpenters music.
it echoes in my ears.
Every Sha-la-la-la Every Wo-o-wo-o still shines
so does mine.
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Suddenly he appears.
Once in a while, when i get on the subway, see out of the window, tap my fingers on my bag, and when my mind's full of emptiness, he's there.
I don't like to be the one in someone's memory. However, i may wish that i'm still the one who he'd recall on his mind. As far as i know him (only if i can say "i still know him" ), he's not the kind of man that shows his thoughts, abstract feelings or recalls the past times.
I can't help thinking of him a lot these days, but it doesn't mean that i want to go back then, just simply, i'm curious what he's doing and everything's alright. Perhaps, if i insist, 1 out of 100%, i may have wished that he had thought of me even for a little bit, being honest. I still keep in touch his friends, we used to hang out and join the club together so nothing's wrong with my relationship with others, but it's become kind of taboo(funny, to use that word! haha) to talk about him in front of me or about me to him. I'm very fine with that now, so i ask about him and make jokes on him. Besides, when i feel like talking about 'our'(which's expired long long time ago, but still) beautiful memories, furtively say his name and those days, laughing out and feeling a relief.
While staying in manila, i dreamt of him three times and it made me feel sorrowful and my self vulnerable. I wrote the dreams in my diary but didn't mention his name. His name was so special and I really loved calling his name, so whenever his name was on the tip of my tongue, i avoided saying that, even imagining the spelling of his name. I pretended to be kind of impassive but don't know if i succeeded in it. He was extremely sick in my third dream, and 'we' (oh, this word used to break my heart, ha) were very close to each other and i was taking care of him. He smiled so brightly that i was almost confused it was real and we were together again. He was crippled and wasn't able to stand up or walk without holding me beside him. It was such a great feeling, although i knew it was just a dream in the end of the unreal film. As soon as i woke up, i was happy to see him, on the other hand, was worried if something's wrong with him. I'm not an angel that always wish his happiness, but it was the only thing i should do that moment, praying for him.
I was tempted to text him several times, but didn't. I don't understand male creatures' mentality, guess it might not leave a good impression if i call on or try to know his status. It probably seems like i'm nosy and still unable to pull my thoughts together. I'm very collected though. But, honestly, I kind of miss him. How can i define the word "MISS"?
(at this rate i'll forget the necessary emotion when human-beings love -_-)
keep on listening the Carpenters music.
it echoes in my ears.
Every Sha-la-la-la Every Wo-o-wo-o still shines
so does mine.
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wow. this sounds like deep love miya. true, confusing, and startlingly beautiful and painful love. i am excited to meet you, and to go for a walk in the cherry blossoms! when should i come visit? i am free except for the first weekend in april, because it's easter (so we'll be going with friends to a special church service)... talk to you soon! em.
miya... i was wondering if we could go to Yoido Island (yungjung-no avenue)... I've heard it's a great place to see the cherry blossoms? Do you know where this is? Emily.
hey, how was your day? :)
yeah, it's really famous to see cherry blossoms around Yeoeudo.
actually i've never been there in spring, so really want to visit there~ once you come to seoul, we can take subway. i suppose there'll be so many people during weekend.
talk to you soon later!
should i come to seoul on the third weekend of april? maybe sunday, april 22 we could meet up? just tell me if this works, and we can figure out where to meet. i'll be coming in on the express bus. em.
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