無限の鮫’s Neighborhood

1. Y.O.U. (Year Of Us)

eojireoun sigan soge neoreul manna eh amugeotdo al su eopdeon najiman
modu himdeuldago pogiharaneun mare hwana no girl

motnan moseumman hangsang boyeojujiman oh
naui momi busyeojyeodo mami jjitgyeojyeodo neol jikindaneun yaksok geu yaksogeun yeongwontorok Same Thing

Nothing can stop me from loving you you you
naega sumeul swineun geu iyu you you
naega noraehaneun geu iyu you you
naega saraganeun geu iyu you you
Nothing can stop me from loving

wae joheul ttaen gyeote itdeon saramdeuri

hanassik nappeul ttaen dwido boji anko tteonaji Yeah
inganui mameun yurigachi So weak geureon jageun iredo neomuna apeunji gaseumi
urin geureoji maljago sirheodo apado gyeote inneundan yaksok geu yaksogeun yeongwontorok Same Thing

Nothing can stop me from loving you you you
naega dallyeoganeun geu iyu you you
naega chumeul chuneun geu iyu you you
naega saraganeun geu iyu you you you yeah

Years will come and years will go
joheun nal nappeun naldo
Im yours (gippeulttaedo) Im yours (seulpeulttaedo)
Im yours (Im not just saying that)
Im yours (Im trying to show you)
Years will come and years will go
eonjengan neulgeojyeodo
Im yours (gippeulttaedo) Im yours (seulpeulttaedo)
Im yours (Im not just saying that)
Im yours (Im trying to show you baby)

geureon ireun eopgetjiman ni maeumi byeonhae nal tteonanda haedo naneun neol itji motandaneun geol ara?

Cause I love you you you
noraehaneun iyu you you
Its you you you
nae modeun iyu you you you you you Hey

2. Ring Ding Dong

3. JoJo

I know that I gotta get over you, thats right, thats right...

geobwa geunyeol jom bwa, najjeumiya itneun geon swipdago
mitgo sipji anha oh~ ah~ jami oji annneun bam
meori apeun i jisi neomu jigyeowo
mureup kkurko, gaseumchigo, ureobwado, do an doeneun geon an doeni

JoJo! seulpeun eumagi heureul ttae neol saenggakhae (eh eh eh)
JoJo! janinhan neoneun wae jiwojiji annnyago (oh oh oh)
Hey, My JoJo. Love, yes JoJo
Stay! mwol jalmotaenni I, I was blind
Hey, My JoJo. Love, yes JoJo
Stay! du nune barphyeo I, I was blind

So many nights I wonder why
What can I do to make it right
Everything will be alright
so Jo Jo just tell me why

ulgo sipjin anha oh~ ah~ gipi halkwieo beorin mam
meori apeun i jisi neomu jigyeowo
chwihaebwado geu chwihan sogeul biwobwado, do an doeneun geon andoeni

JoJo! i sseun eumagi meomchul ttae neol bonaellae (eh eh eh)
JoJojaninhan neoneun wae jiwojiji annnyago (oh oh oh)
Hey, My JoJo. Love, yes JoJo

mwol jalmotaenni I, I was blind
Hey, My JoJo. Love, yes JoJo
Stay! nan moreugesseo a, ajikdo

Baby- JoJo neon ani, irido chagaun Heart!
Baby Baby wae ganni, ulda jichyeo kkaeneun kkum

JoJo! seulpeun eumagi heureul ttae neol saenggakhae (eh eh eh)
JoJo! janinhan neoneun wae jiwojiji annnyago
JoJo! i sseun eumagi meomchul ttae neol bonaellae (eh eh eh)
JoJojaninhan neoneun wae jiwojiji annni, annnyago (oh oh oh)
Hey, My JoJo. Love, yes JoJo
Stay! mwol jalmotaenni I, I was blind
Hey, My JoJo. Love, yes JoJo
Stay! du nune barphyeo I, I was blind

4. Get Down (Key 민호 Feat. f(x) Luna)

Come down now neol ppateuril

sangsang gatji anchi machi Dream

jumokhae fan and anti dul jung hananeun gijeolhaji (geureochi)

birok nal daesinhal mojopum gateun nyeoseogi natanado

nuneul gamgo neukkyeodo geu nyeoseokgwa jeoldaero bigyo andwae

motae jigeum mwotae daeche geu nunbicheun mwonde

ttan saenggakhago itjiman geureol su eobseo neon naegeonikka

apeuro mwol deo boyeojwoya doeneun geoya

gyeongheomeuro bwasseul ttaen eobseunikka

(Gonna make you dance, rhythm make you dance He’s gonna make you dance, we gonna make you dance- get down, we will make you hype, we will make you hype)

dangjang yeogiseo jeongnihae anim nareul mitgo gallae (Get Down)

mudaereul deotchilhan naega ppurin mulgam

kkeuchi boiji anha naui tteooreuneun yeonggam

 (neoreul pparadeullyeo Make you mine)

*Get Down nanana nanana nanana Get Down!

Get Down nanana nanana nanana Get Down!

Hey! I’m that cool cat (Meow!)

Check me out while I lace it down

I make them drop down in slow motion like the matrix

All my ladies looking good, pretty faces

ttaettaero Show off gwissongmaneun Turn on

sesangui jungsim hana S-generation

Excuse me, naega jogeum apseogalge

Expect X, Y ga ttara hal su eopge

tteugeopge saeroungeol wonhae Want more

wonhandamyeon soriljilleo Scream for more

Never seen this kid hitting flow like this before

modu jeulgyeo Breaking night like three to four (X2)

*Repeat

Hey! yaksokcheoreom banhae neomu ppareuji anke naega yeol su itge (Get Down!)
neomeowayaman hae (Get Down!) neomeool su bakke
(Gonna make you dance, rhythm make you dance He’s gonna make you dance, we gonna make you dance- get down, can you dance with me)

nal jageukhaneun ssodajineun yeolgi sok modeun geoseul pyohyeonhan sachineun ichi
boneun geoseuro jokhae geugeollo manjokhae nae ceremonye chwihaeseo neon sseureojil deut hae
seuchyeo jinagal manhan taiming sunganeul jaba kkeun raini heunchi anchi jeoldaero nan swipji anchi
o neohuideurui hwansang eonjena gidaeisang naui gachireul cheukjeonghal su eobtji Get Down!

Get Down nanana nanana nanana Get Down!

5. SHINee Girl

What’s up! geunyeo! wasseo! nunbusyeo jugeo Take a chance, wait a minute

na bwasseo! geunyeodo nal bwasseo! nae nun jaga boijin anchiman neol wonhago isseo

eojjeomyeon ni nune naega boilkka ippeun geol eotteoke chamaya haneunga

* namanui sangsang duri la la like (Happy day)

danduri luv luv luv (Sunny day)

nan wonhae ppajyeo noga SHI. SHINee girl (Baby baby oh! my girl)

barae talk talk talk (Sexy girl)

o Never bye bye bye (My luv girl)

da yeppeo joha gajyeo SHINee girl (Baby baby baby girl)

kkochyeo! michyeo! ppajyeo! nae eoreobuteun mam nogyeo Its a Magic

su manheun nal jjigeun yeojadeul modu gara gara naegen neoppun Always forever

* Repeat

Kiss Kiss Kiss (Lets go)

Luv Luv Luv (Lets go)

Kiss Kiss Kiss (Lets go)

Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot

Look this way naege neon starlight (Oh my my luv)

hanappunin neoin geol heart to mine

meonjeo dagagaseo malhae

naege neon sunlight (Oh my my girl)

aigo ginagin naegedo baraem neoegedo baraem Go!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! (Baby girl)

wanjeon nappeun Girl (Sexy Girl)

heung~kkirikkiri kikkik kkirikkiri Hope

(Baby baby baby girl)

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! (Baby girl)

tto haru haru haru God! Her! (My love girl)

nan wonhae ppajyeo noga SHINee girl

(I want U, I need U, my love is true)

* Repeat x2

6. 내가 사랑했던 이름 (온유 Feat. 김연우) (The Name I Loved)

soni siryeowa sarangui gieogi chagapge dagawa

aryeoonda ijeneun deo isang neoreul bujeonghago sipji anheun nareul algo itjiman

gakkai inneun neol saranghal su eomneungeol algo itgie

nal barabol su eomneun neol gidarimi neomu himdeureo

ijen gyeondil su eobseo irwojil su eopgie

*naega saranghaetdeon geu ireum

bulleoboryeo nagalsurok neomu meoreojyeotdeon

geu ireum ijen jeogeonoko na ulmeogyeo

nae ane sumgo sipeojyeo

neol saranghal subakke eobseotdeon

geu nareul ijen arajwoyo

irul su eomneun sarangdo saranginikka

honja hal su eomneun sarangiran neukkimeun naege dagawa

sijak hal su do eomneun geuriumdeureun keojyeoman gago

sirin gaseum han kyeonen neoui hyanggiman nama

* Repeat

sucheon beoneul dorikyeo cheoeumui naro gan sungane

gaseum han guseoge da asagal ne moseubin geol

* Repeat

irul su eomneun sarangdo saranginikka

Source: Dosirak

Romanization + Editing: thelapan+YTzEM

Finally the mini album is released and I really like it especially Onew Solo feat Kim Yeon Woo..it's so beautiful..

I also like Jojo hehehe..and of course most fave is Ring Ding Dong hehehe..I think this album is really great..

they really show their new and mature side hehehe

Babe- nege banhaebeorin naege wae irae duryeopdago mulleoseoji malgo

geunyang naege matgyeobwara eottae? My lady

Ring ding dong, ring ding dong, ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding

Ring ding dong, ring ding dong, ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding

Ring ding dong, ring ding dong, ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding

Ring ding dong, ring ding dong, ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding

Butterfly! neoreul mannan cheot sungan, nuni beonjjeok meorin Stop,

beri dingdong ullyeosseo

nan mallya, meotjin nom, chakhan nom, geureon nomeun anijiman

nareumdaero gwaenchanheun bad boy

neoneun machi butterfly! neomu yakhae ppajyeosseo, neomu sunhae ppajyeosseo,

neol gyeote dwoyagesseo

deoneun geokjeong ma, geokjeong ma, naman mideobomyeon doejanha

niga neomu mame deureo nochil su eomneun geol

**Babe-nae gaseumeul meomchul su, Oh Crazy! neomu yeppeo gyeondil su Oh Crazy!

neo animyeon pillyo eopda Crazy! na wae irae?

*we wanna go rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka, rock (so fantastic)

go rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka, rocka, rock (so elastic)

fantastic, fantastic, fantastic, fantastic elastic, elastic, elastic, elastic

Ring ding dong, ring ding dong, (ojik neoman deullinda)

ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding

Ring ding dong, ring ding dong, (meorissoge ullinda)

ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding

Ring ding dong, ring ding dong, (nae gaseume ullinda)

ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding

Ring ding dong, ring ding dong, ring diggy ding diggy ding ding ding

I called you butterfly! nari gamyeon galsurok

mosi bakhyeo neoran girl, heeonal su eopdaneun geo-

nareul seontaekhae! (dorikiji malgo)

seontaekhae! (domanggaji malgo)

nege ppajin baboin na, nal chaegimjyeoya dwae

** Repeat

nan chakhadi chakhan jeunghuguni geollin neoreul ihae motagetda.

neon gakkeumssik geureon gojeong imijireul talpi, iltalhaebwa gwaenchanta.

Break out (hey!) break out (hey!) break out (hey!) break out (hey!)

Ring ding ding ding ding di di di di dong dong dong dong dodo dong dodo dong

sasil nan buranhae eotteoke nal boneunji-

(eojjeomyeon, eojjeomyeon, naege hogameul gatgo inneunji molla)

itorok anjeolbujeol hal su bakke eobseo- dorikil su eomneun geol

Complicate girl! (jeoldae Noran daedap hajima)

na gwaenchanheun namjaran geol (naega michyeobeorilji molla)

Don't be silly girl (Silly girl)

You're my miracle (My miracle)

neoman gajil su itdamyeon naegen da pillyo eomneungeol

** Repeat

* Repeat

Source: Melon ; Romanization: thelapan +YTzEM

to tell you the truth I really enjoy their new song..even more than Juliette hehehe

this song is gonna be big..I'm addicted already..

Can't wait for the full album to come out on Oct 19 and also the MV..

this song is very upbeat..I wanna see their dance hehehe

We interrupt our regular programming ...

*except for the Japan crowd like Expat: また

Energies are needed elsewhere. Vox'll be fine without me for a while.
 

Intermission

Here’s a surefire trick to add 50 years to your age: Shop for shoe inserts.

I don’t mean the orthopedic sorts, I mean the plain ol’ basic run-of-the-mill insoles to replace worn ones.

Or the paper-thin cheapos because the shoes were made in China, as was my case.

Here are my shoes. I bought them some time ago at Ross for 20 or 25 bucks:

sneakers - display only

They’re an adequate shoe whose best features are the pink laces and water-repellant leather, an asset if not necessity in this wet climate.

However, the outer soles are thick and like lead, while the inside cushioning measures .0002 inches in thickness, give or take .0001 inch. I walk a lot and the emergence of knee problems led me to suspect the shoes.

So where better to go than Walgreens, the consummate drugstore abundant with all things helpful to the gerontology circle public. In perusing the insoles, I nearly keeled over.

There were certainly plenty from which to pick! Men’s insoles and women’s insoles. Gel insoles, air-cushion insoles, full insoles and partial insoles. Insoles for boots, insoles for heels. Insoles for those suffering knee pain - depicted by red lightning bolts around the kneecap that looked pretty painful - and insoles for those desiring cooling relief.

Yet not one package was below 8 bucks!

Some were as much as $15! That's nearly what I paid for my shoes! Heck, that's even the price for a new pair!

Clearly the last time I bought insoles was in the last century because I had it in my mind that they were around 3 bucks. So I studied near every damn package wondering how anyone can afford 'em and would the free newspapers at home work as an alternative.

Defeated, I returned home with aching knees and empty hands. Then, resourceful girl that I am, a brilliant idea struck. I dug deep into my Doc Marten boots, extracted the insoles bought like eight years ago when they were 3 bucks, and inserted them into current footwear. Problem kinda sorta solved, according to wallet and knees. Way I see it is that insoles that old with even a wee bit of padding can't be anything but Dr. Scholl on steroids.

Yesterday’s breakfast: chocolate.

Dinner: chocolate.

And for dessert: chocolate.

All in a 30-minute span.

There’s a church in my hood that I attend occasionally -- not for religious purposes, rather the cool blues vespers.

Last evening was all things chocolate. Chocolate and music from 6 to 8 p.m. I arrive late and to my dismay have missed the music.

But not the chocolate - praises be lots of it glistening on tables draped in white linens.

Since I've not eaten all day, I begin of course with breakfast: small drop cookies topped with a dab of dark chocolate.

But what kind of breaking of fast is that?

Pretty insubstantial, I say. So I skip lunch and proceed directly to a more substantive dinner:

chocolate mint brownies
Nanaimo bars
German chocolate cake
chocolate brownies
chocolate-covered raspberry candies
fresh pear dipped in chocolate
chocolate chip cookies

and for dessert:

frosted chocolate Bundt cake

Not a lot of anything, mind you; even little portions add up.

Thank god for the red wine. Not only does it provide nutritional value but sedation because fueled by sugar and caffeine I'm ready to race home and vacuum like the wind. Not only my apartment, which is super clean as it is, but my neighbors' too if not the entire 5-story building.

We're encouraged to take the leftovers so I tuck as many wrapped Lindt truffles and a couple dainty cakes in pleated white paper cups as my small black bag can hold. Hell, if I'd known that all that chocolate would've been for the taking, I'd have left the little bag at home and hauled a box of Tupperware.

Back at the apartment I boil up a giant bowl of spaghetti with sausage links for protein. Followed by a late-night snack of, you guessed it, petit fours.

You may call all that gooey dark goodness sinful or you might call it heaven; I call it a miracle to escape a coma.

I confess. My mind's jam-packed with all sorts of knowledge, useful and useless facts and bits of information ranging from the astronomical workings of the universe to expert bedmaking with military corners to safe removal of a broken bulb from a live socket.

Yet I've no idea on which day or channel American Idol falls. {Shame on me}

And I'm gonna try to find out 'cause I wanna see what's got everyone talkin. I mean, it's like scientists cracked the DNA code or sumthin', they're that passionate.

Despite yesterday's QotD, I still don't know what the show is, no one explained it. Best I gathered is it's a talent show for singers. But quite a number of you didn't think too highly of it. Is it schlocky? Lame? Imbecilic or infantile? Cutthroat or cutesy?

I'm determined to find out - IF I can figure out when it's on!

On a parallel note, I'm ever in culture shock post-Japan. After some 11 years there, I still remember "re-entry" and one of the very first changes I'd noticed in the United States was the growth of reality TV and how mean-spirited programs had become. Shows like Survivor - which I did force myself to watch and *did not like* - and on.

Suddenly -- to my eyes following an extended and complete disconnect from U.S. culture and society - shows pitting people against one another dominated the airwaves. There was no kindness in them. They felt so competitive ... ones trying to outdo the others ... clawing their way to the top of the heap and not caring what it took or who got stepped on along the way.

How did America get to that place of mean-spiritedness and, more disconcerting, its TV popularity? It made no sense to me. I remember feeling acutely at that moment how changed the country from the one I'd left.

Something else I remember vividly is the first time I saw Paris Hilton on a magazine cover. I'd heard the name but had no idea who she was. I saw her picture and thought she was a porno star. Turned out I wasn't far off.

I miss living abroad. It brings for me such sharpness and clarity to the consciousness, psyche and issues of a country.

And, frankly, for as inane and infantile as Japanese television can be, I still prefer it over its mean-spirited American counterpart. And if I *do* figure out when American Idol's on in my area, I'll certainly share my view. For its enormous popularity, it'd best knock my socks off!

What's American Idol?

And why does everyone talk about it?

signed,
an American only by birth oblivious to TV pop culture

Strange is life sometimes.

On the very day I wrote of a sweater, a shirt, a shoe, of lost items found on the street, I came upon another.

It is a little tale of magic, the power of timing, of kismet.

I’m walking the long stretch of sidewalk that hugs the waterway  - a popular walk not only for its restful views but a site of boat dockings, condominums, the glass and history museums and one expensive seafood restaurant.

In the afternoon’s bright sunshine, the glint of an object catches my eye: a bracelet that has fallen into the crack of the sidewalk.

I retrieve it and examine it. It is gorgeous. Small angular clear crystals intersperced with delicate soft pink beads. In the sun the bracelet sparkles, a strand of feminine glitter.

I take a seat on a nearby bench to contemplate my action. I am torn. Do I set the bracelet back on the sidewalk, outside of the crack, with the hope that whoever lost it will come looking for it? And what are the chances of that?

Or do I take it home to hang it and appreciate its beauty? To wear it and appreciate it? For the past week, coincidentally, I have been looking for a gemstone bracelet. Is this the Divine placing it in my path?

However much I may appreciate the bracelet, I cannot shake the feeling that taking it is stealing.

Yet putting it back on the sidewalk, or on the bench, seems like a potentially worse fate, depending on the next finder.

I latch the bracelet onto my left wrist. It’s clear why the bracelet is lost. The clasp, like an eyehook, is terrible. Very easy for it to slip right off.

And it’s too big. I examine it to see whether it could be adjusted and remember that a local bead shop does adjustments for cheap, or free.

I have two fatal flaws (that is, qualities that work to my detriment): honesty and conscience and it is these that keep me almost glued to the bench, weighing the options and agonizing over what to do.

A young couple walking hand in hand passes “Excuse me, I’d like to ask the woman a question,” I call from the bench. I present the dilemma and the bracelet, a string of dainty yet powerful sparkles.

She agrees it’s beautiful and after thought and weighing the odds of the owner knowing where she lost it says she’d probably take it home.

I thank her for her input and off the young couple apparently in love go.

I’ll continue sitting here agonizing and soliciting input from female passersby until I get the sense of what is the right thing to do.

A group of four -- two couples, early to mid 60’s -- eventually approaches. Again I beckon: “I’d like to ask the women a question.” I hold up the bracelet. “I found this and ...”

The woman with cropped white hair steps forward. “My bracelet!”

My work is done.

"It's kismet," I glow, placing it into her hand.

We chat.  “It’s such a beautiful bracelet," I remark.

“I didn’t even know I’d lost it!”

“It's a terrible clasp," I offer.

“I know. I’ve been thinking to get it replaced.”

“You should.”

She expresses many thanks, the others chime in, moves to latch it until one in her party advises better the pocket; she agrees and into her pants pocket it goes.

More chatting, further thanks and the four depart but not before one gentleman steps forward, pats gently my arm and offers, “an honest person ..."

“A little too honest,” I return, smiling.

“It was from my sister ..." says the woman, drifting away.

“Say no more," I think.

Kismet.

I’m released from the bench to continue my walk, appreciating the myriad of tiny and seemingly insignificant choices during my rambling stroll that collectively led me into being at the right place at the right time for the bracelet's owner. What are the odds?

Neither can I overlook the synchronicity of having written only hours earlier of lost objects on the street ... or the strangeness of spotting that bracelet in a sidewalk's crack and just around the corner from that railing that had held the lost sweater.
 
I'm begging to wonder whether that area's some power point for me ...

All's well that ends well. Defying odds and logic, the bracelet's in the hands of its rightful, and happy, owner, and the powers of honesty and goodness prevail - this time.