| 沧海一声笑, and 上海灘 |
[Apr. 7th, 2009|04:51 am] |
damnit how the hell do i type in chinese. Anyways, GUESS:
dang wo yan juan zhe shi jie de shi hou, wo hui ji de wo xiao shi hou ting guo de zhe shou ge - 沧海一声笑, ying wei wo dui ta sheng sheng you gan chu.
Wo qing qing chu chu ji de dong fang bu bai chang zhe zhe shou ge shi, rang wo gan shou dao ta de xing suan he tong ku.
dang shi de wo, ye shi ru chi de shang xin yi tong ku. Jing ri de wo, ye shi ru chi.
ting zhe ge, rang wo nen ji de - shi jie jiu shi zhe yang de, yong er bu bian, ai hen jiao cha, nan yi fen bian shi fei, shen fu, dui chuo.
jiu ru hai lang shi de, tao tao bu jue, fan shi wang chang tian yi xiao, 只记今朝, ba fan nao dou pao kai, jiu hao le.
ren shen hao duan ah! Ming yun de qi fu bu nen quan zhai zhi ji de zhang wo zhong. Fang sheng yi xiao, ba ta wang le ba.
Jiu you tian lai jue ding, 谁负谁胜出.
Dan wo jue de, zhai ai zhe chan ren de you xi li, wang wang dou shi liang bai ju shang, wu ke sheng li de.
the translation:
dang wo yan juan zhe shi jie de shi hou, wo hui ji de wo xiao shi hou ting guo de zhe shou ge - 沧海一声笑, ying wei wo dui ta sheng sheng you gan chu.
When I'm tired of the world, I'll remember this song that I heard when I was young - 沧海一声笑, because it affected me deeply.
Wo qing qing chu chu ji de dong fang bu bai chang zhe zhe shou ge shi, rang wo gan shou dao ta de xing suan he tong ku.
I clearly remember "The Invicible East" singing this song - it really brought across his heartache and suffering.
dang shi de wo, ye shi ru chi de shang xin yi tong ku. Jing ri de wo, ye shi ru chi.
The me of yesteryear, was similarly heartbroken and depressed. The me of today, is of the same mind.
ting zhe ge, rang wo nen ji de - shi jie jiu shi zhe yang de, yong er bu bian, ai hen jiao cha, nan yi fen bian shi fei, shen fu, dui chuo.
Listening to this song, I remember - the world is just like that, unchanging, unable to differentiate love and hate, winning and losing, right and wrong.
jiu ru hai lang shi de, tao tao bu jue, fan shi wang chang tian yi xiao, 只记今朝, ba fan nao dou pao kai, jiu hao le.
Just like the waves, rising over and over again and never ending, so whenever I am troubled, just laugh into the sky, focus on the present moment, and cast aside all my troubles, and things will be fine.
ren shen hao duan ah! Ming yun de qi fu bu nen quan zhai zhi ji de zhang wo zhong. Fang sheng yi xiao, ba ta wang le ba.
Life is so short! Destiny's ups and downs are not meant to be entirely controlled in one's hands. Just laugh when troubled, and forget the sad thoughts.
Jiu you tian lai jue ding, 谁负谁胜出.
Let the heavens decide, who wins and who loses.
Dan wo jue de, zhai ai zhe chan ren de you xi li, wang wang dou shi liang bai ju shang, wu ke sheng li de.
Thought I feel that in the cruel game of love, both parties invariably lose badly, there is no way to win.
(http://chinesemusicblog.com/forum/viewtopic.php?pid=68678)
沧海一声笑 滔滔两岸潮
Ceng hai yi sheng xiao Tiao tiao liang an chao
浮沉随浪 只记今朝
Fu chen sui lang Zhi ji jin zhao
苍天笑 纷纷世上潮
Cang tian xiao Fen fen shi shang chao
谁负谁胜出 天知晓
Shei fu shei sheng chu Tian zhi xiao
江山笑 烟雨遥
Jiang shan xiao Yan yu yao
涛浪淘尽红尘俗世几多娇
Tao lang tao jin hong chen su shi ji duo jiao
清风笑 竟惹寂寥
Qing feng xiao Jing re ji liao
豪情还剩了 一襟晚照
Hao qing huan sheng le Yi jin wang zhao
苍生笑 不再寂寥
Cang sheng xiao Bu zai ji liao
豪情仍在痴痴笑笑
Hao qing reng zai chi chi xiao xiao
啦 啦...
La La...
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浪奔 浪流
萬里滔滔江水永不休
淘盡了世間事
混作滔滔一片潮流
是喜 是愁
浪裡分不清歡笑悲憂
成功 失敗
浪裡看不出有未有
#愛你 恨你 問君知否
似大江一發不收
轉千彎 轉千灘
亦未平復此中爭鬥
又有喜 又有愁
就算分不清歡笑悲憂
仍願翻 百千浪
在我心中起伏夠
愛你 恨你 問君知否
似大江一發不收
轉千彎 轉千灘
亦未平復此中爭鬥
又有喜 又有愁
就算分不清歡笑悲憂
仍願翻 百千浪
在我心中起伏夠
仍願翻 百千浪
在我心中起伏夠 |
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| Book quiz |
[Mar. 1st, 2009|05:15 am] |
Apparently the BBC reckons most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books here.
Instructions:
1) Look at the list and put an ‘x’ after those you have read.
2) Star (*) those you plan on reading.
3) Tally your total at the bottom.
4) Put in a note with your total in the subject
1 (x) Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 (X) The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 (x) Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 ( ) Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 (x) To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 (*) The Bible
7 (x) Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 (x) Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 (X) His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10(X) Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
Pitstop Count: 8
11 (x) Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 ( ) Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 (*) Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 (*) Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 (x) Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 (X) The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 ( ) Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 (x) Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 (*) The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 (*) Middlemarch - George Eliot
Pitstop Count: 12
21 (*) Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 (*) The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 (*) Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 (*) War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 (X) The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 ( ) Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 (*) Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 (*) Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 (x) Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carrol
30 ( ) The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
Pitstop Count: 14
31 (*) Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 (X) David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 ( ) Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 ( ) Emma - Jane Austen
35 ( ) Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 (x) The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 (*) The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 ( ) Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 ( ) Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 (X) Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
Pitstop Count: 17
41 (x) Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 (*) The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 (*) One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 ( ) A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 ( ) The Woman in White - Wilkie Collin
46 ( ) Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 (x) Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 (x) The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 (X) Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 ( ) Atonement - Ian McEwaN
Pitstop Count: 21
51 (*) Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 ( ) Dune - Frank Herbert
53 ( ) Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 (x) Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 ( ) A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 ( ) The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 (X) A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 (x) Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 (X) The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 ( ) Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Pitstop Count: 25
61 (*) Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 (X) Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 ( ) The Secret History - Donna Tart
64 ( ) The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 (*) Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 ( ) On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 ( ) Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 ( ) Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 ( ) Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 (X) Moby Dick - Herman Melville
Pitstop Count: 27
71 (X) Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 (X) Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 (*) The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 (*) Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 (x) Ulysses - James Joyce
76 (x) The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 ( ) Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 ( ) Germinal - Emile Zola
79 (*) Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 ( ) Possession - AS Byatt
Pitstop Count: 31
81 (X) A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 ( ) Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 (*) The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 (*) The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 ( ) Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 ( ) A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 (x) Charlotte’s Web - EB White
88 (X) The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 (x) Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 ( ) The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
Pitstop Count: 35
91 (*) Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 (X) The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint EXupery
93 ( ) The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 ( ) Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 ( ) A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 ( ) A Town Like Alice - Neil Shute
97 (X) The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 (*) Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 (X) Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100(*) Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
Pitstop Count: 38
Brought back alot of memories of reading those books.... >_< |
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| Singapore is so darn small |
[Feb. 26th, 2009|02:14 pm] |
Me: Copied a world map off the net - used photoshop magic wand on the oceans -
*Singapore vanishes off the face of earth*
So did most of South East Asia. =( |
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| Never Rush Makeup |
[Feb. 13th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
Lesson Learnt Today:
Never Rush Makeup in 5 minutes, you will live to regret it. |
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| Nice Nurses Make All the Difference |
[Feb. 10th, 2009|12:51 pm] |
Today is the first time I've not cried after a blood test..... The nurse drew 3 tubes of blood!!!! But she was a nice nurse, so it was okay.
I'm used to pissed-looking doctors drawing blood, and they always get irritated when they see that I'm scared. =(
Also, perhaps because I was thinking too hard about how to make a good NLB facebook app that I forgot about the blood and all that pretty fast.
NLB NLB~~ What will make a good NLB app? >_< |
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| Yesterday. |
[Feb. 4th, 2009|06:59 pm] |
Yesterday I went for the NOC interview and failed it spectacularly... In depression I decided to go to the art museum across the street.
Art always has this way of comforting me. The new exhibits were up, and I read this line from its introduction of "And the Difference Is: The Independence Project" exhibit:
"But failures, by way of circumstance, neglect, or willful transgression, can also be productive in generating newer possibilities through renegotiations and slippages."
I felt comforted by that line.
Newer possibilities! Like going to Australia, or working on my art!
I enjoyed the exhibits in the new area, if not meaningful, at least they are entertaining. Like Ming Wong's Whodunit, which I swear, quotes lines exactly from "The Inspector Calls". I've read "The Inspector Calls" a couple of times, and I swear they were exact quotes. It was very fun to watch though, just had a odd sense of deja vu since they were quoting from a different play.
Another quote I picked up from that exhibit...
Jacques Rousseau's "man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains"
Yeap, he is. Though I would even contest that he is born free ... he is never even born free... =(
After that Dr. Ben happened to see me at the UCC and gave me ride on his car to biz there where I took a bus home. But like woh, which other lecturer got so nice one? CS3216 is really like no other module.. >_<
So I went home, and I cooked lunch! I think I handed the enoki mushrooms pretty well, but everything else turned out pretty bad. Oh wells, my cooking standard has dropped since I broke up...hahaha...its never as meaningful to cook for yourself. No motivation.. =(
Then April's grandma's wake... it made me think of my grandma and grandpa who passed away a few years ago... I miss them alot but I believe they are watching over and protecting me so its not that bad.. ^_^
I reached home at 11.30pm, rushed out CS3216 blog post... I think I was online until 4am commenting on other ppl's blogs... Yuhan also..haha.. this module is nuts...^_^
A tiring day...
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| April's Grandma's Wake |
[Feb. 4th, 2009|06:40 pm] |
Yesterday night I went to April's grandma's wake, where she gave a eulogy for her grandmother.
That's the first time I heard a eulogy, and April's was very sweet and touching. Her cousin quoted John Donne's "Death be not Proud" in hers, a poem that I like a lot.
This is my favorite part of the poem:
"Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die."
This morning I went to raid my poetry books to recite some of the poems I liked about death, including Thomas Hardy's Afterwards, and Keat's When I Have Fears that I may Cease to Be. My favorite one has to be Dylan Thomas's Do not go gentle into the good night:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I think one should always rage against the dying of the light...there is so much to do in life, and so much to touch, that I feel one should never just let slip of life easily.
All these poems made me think about dying. I really hope to have people give me nice eulogies when I pass away. I know my family has no tradition of giving eulogies, so I know my hopes might be in vain. But it is a nice touch, to have someone speak about me after I'm gone.
I really wonder what they'll say though. I hope its not "this ger liked a lot of things, and did alot of artsy fartsy things, but then never really did much because she was just too indecisive."
Arrrrgh.
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| Ahhhhhhh............ |
[Jan. 29th, 2009|12:57 am] |
A million and one things to think about. Whether applying for NOC was the right decision, whether I should pon Facebook pitching session to catch Here Lies Love, whether I should punish myself for being undisciplined and making bad decisions. Whether I should just break down and cry.
But anyways Justin just called to say he's solved the CSS problem and life's looking way better. |
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| Singapore's Vanishing... |
[Jan. 15th, 2009|11:54 pm] |
Dashed off this post at FB a moment ago:
Singapore's Vanishing...
At least, it feels like the Singapore I know is vanishing under a pile of construction materials.
Singapore is a hard city to love; my favorite description of it is that it has a school at every corner you turn, and a new construction site on every lane you love.
The first time I'd taken it rather badly. I was passing by Tiong Bahru when I saw to my horror that Jervios Court had been ravaged and all that's left is the scaffolding for the new condominium baring its metal teeth at me.
I never had a easy time passing by little 4 storey flat at Jervios Court. My ex-boyfriend's house was there, and it contained some really bad memories for me. Passing by the area always makes me feel traumatized and terrified. But now that it has gone, I was overwhelmed by a sense of loss.
It is as if a place that had contained so much of me has vanished off the face of earth. It was a solid physical location that I can remember my huge rage and passion and sorrows, it is a location where I can point to and say, "I existed there, then. And it was bad." But now it is gone, and I am lost, no signifier anymore, no referent, no walls with which remember my tears and no hidden grass paths that remember my laughter.
It was a pivotal place. The intense emotions I felt at that place changed me, made me who I am now. It was a place where I lived intensely, where I threw my entire being into loving and loathing. A place where I sacrificed my health and sanity for love. I have since then become more circumspect with my emotions.
It was something that I'd never gotten over, losing a place like that hurts you to the very core. For weeks I walked around in a daze, unable to believe that it has gone. And the sense of loss was huge and crushing. Eventually, I got used to it.
But that is only one of the places I love.
The sandbox playground I played in as a child was renovated - the swings removed, the sand taken away, the cool stone slides destroyed, all replaced with plastic and foam. How can I tell my siblings how fun it was at MY playground when they can't see or feel it, they can't understand?
My primary school, too, got renovated. The playground and the block A with all its ghost stories and where I spent most of my primary years - destroyed. A new block built, all metal and in strange avant garde shapes, which my siblings now use.
There is construction all year round, everywhere you turn. The Clementi Macs I used to go with my friends - gone. The old national library where I researched for a NPCC project with my squadmates, and with that nice fish and chip AND rojak stall right outside - gone. The old iconic Orchard MRT exit - gone, replaced with some huge tunnel with flashing lights.
Construction at Bugis, construction at Bras Basah, construction at City Hall, construction at Marina Bay, construction at Sentosa... Everything's changed.
Slowly all the places where I've loved and frequent will be replaced. Slowly, Singapore will no longer be the Singapore I've known and loved as a kid, it will no longer contain my memories, no longer touch me, no longer remember me.
And where, then, do I exist? Where then shall my memories go?
For if no one else remembers, I am alone, a mad woman with a landscape of Singapore in her mind that no longer matches reality.
I will be lost in a country with strange new buildings that I cannot feel for. I will be lost - in a city that vanished on me.
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