• what is a gift? for me today it was waking up from a three-hour nap on a sunday evening, and then realising that the next day, a monday, is a public holiday. oh JOY!

• 2012 for me was also about chinese songs. i don't think i've ever heard that many chinese songs in the span of 9 months. granted, 90% of the time i was listening to one particular singer who doesn't need to be named but i shall, just because. hello, leehom :) along the way, i revisited david tao, and took some interest in the songs from mayday, sodagreen and khalil fong. i kinda realised that i would never be able to fully get the whole chinese pop music scene. not that i want to: the thought of another sappy ballad makes me bleh.

• i am aware that i've not set any goals for my spiritual life for 2013. it's not that i have not been thinking about it. perhaps i'm afraid of all the resos i could make, that i would not be able to keep these. i don't think it's any different from other resos, but not achieving the ones in this category is like breaking a promise to God, which i have done often enough. maybe it's all in my head. but perhaps it's to do with my not wanting to commit to this form of sp discipline. 

• tentative travel plans for this year: Taiwan (yes, again :) and maybe Bali and hopefully Singapore w00t! i had hopes to visit Beijing, not now but one day when the air quality becomes better (right now it's off the charts bad!)... and maybe Wuhan next year and someday LA! :D and New York! and Lapland! and Tokyo and London! when oh when is money gonna pour down from my sky? hehehe

• i am halfway attempting to translate this song from Khalil Fong that i've been looping the entire evening, but i feel like i'm falling short. i think it's a simple but poetic piece, and my direct translation is just killing it. but because i'm halfway done, i'm pushing forward with it. forgive me, 大同! so here's 春風吹 Spring Wind..

吹紅了桃花　吹綠了柳樹
你在路上總會安慰誰
吹醒了青蛙　吹來了燕子
我在城裡剛好缺了誰
你縱然帶來地下的玫瑰
能否收回地上的滋味　有人唱胡不歸
the wind blows and makes the peach blossom red and the willow tree green
who will you be comforting on this journey?
the wind blows and wakes up the frog, and brings the swallow
in the city, i just missed someone out
you brought with you roses from the undergrounds
could you take back the taste of the ground
someone's singing recklessly and not returning

春風一吹想起誰
有所謂　無所謂　只要不後悔
春風一吹忘了誰
我上一次流淚又幾歲
when the spring wind blows, who are you thinking of?
does it matter? it doesn't matter as long as there is no regrets
when the spring wind blows, who have you forgotten?
the last time i cried and how old was i?

你會退　我想追　會不會　對不對
也難怪我有點累
洞裡蛇　冬日睡　原上草　春風吹
到夏天我變了誰
you will retreat, and i want to follow after you
would i? am i right? no wonder i'm tired
the snake in the hole, hibernating in winter
grass in the meadow, the spring wind blows
when summer comes, i have become someone else

吹過玉門關　吹過南泥灣
你在北方註定拋棄誰
吹皺了河水　吹散了雲堆
我在世界不巧背著誰
你可以慫恿三月的悶雷
能否保證十年的約會　有人放生烏龜
the wind blows past the Jade Gate and past the Southern Muddy Bay
from where you are at the north, who have you decided to abandon?
the wind blows and creases the river and scatters the clouds
here on earth, i have had to carry the burdens for someone
could you instigate the melancholic thunders of March?
could you ensure our date on the tenth year
someone's releasing a turtle to its freedom

皺/皱 zhòu - to wrinkle / wrinkled / to crease
堆 duī - to pile up / to heap up / a mass / pile / heap
慫恿/怂恿 sǒngyǒng - to instigate / to incite / to egg sb on




春風吹
方大同

作曲：方大同
填詞：周耀輝
編曲：方大同

吹紅了桃花　吹綠了柳樹
你在路上總會安慰誰
吹醒了青蛙　吹來了燕子
我在城裡剛好缺了誰
你縱然帶來地下的玫瑰
能否收回地上的滋味　有人唱胡不歸

＊春風一吹想起誰
有所謂　無所謂　只要不後悔
春風一吹忘了誰
我上一次流淚又幾歲

你會退　我想追　會不會　對不對
也難怪我有點累
洞裡蛇　冬日睡　原上草　春風吹
到夏天我變了誰＊

吹過玉門關　吹過南泥灣
你在北方註定拋棄誰
吹皺了河水　吹散了雲堆
我在世界不巧背著誰
你可以慫恿三月的悶雷
能否保證十年的約會　有人放生烏龜

REPEAT＊

你可以慫恿三月的悶雷
能否保證十年的約會　有人放生烏龜

REPEAT＊

春風吹

fridays are always emotional. i don't know why. i mean, i have my theories, but they are kinda half-baked.. pleading ignorance is the way to go.

remember my i-don't-like-emotions spiel? wah, the days following that posts just vacuum the life out of me. but i've learned that counting my blessings is something that i need to consciously do, to negate the negativity. i appreciate the privilege of friendships. i cannot imagine having gone through life without such lifeline. thank you. for those which i've cut off by my immaturity and ignorance, i'm sorry. mm the day i hit menopause, i'm registering myself into a hermitage. i'll call once the hormones stabilize.

****

someone sent me the MP3 of this song last Friday. i rber i wasn't in a superb mood at that point. i was annoyed at something unimportant. the news of the earthquake in japan just broke. i had a speech to write. and stuff.

this song.. i first heard it here. loved it to bits but i didn't know how to save it (and didn't think of googling for it), so i went the low-tech route: saved the page in my bookmark and visit it to listen to the song. so yeah, getting it in mp3 form was quite a big deal (i think i'm way past the i'm-a-computer-science-graduate-and-i-can't-figure-this-out-i'm-so-embarrassed phase) so thank you. this song.. i think i teared. sigh. just a little. ;)

in Christ alone, my hope is found


He is my light, my strength, my song


this cornerstone, this solid ground


firm through the fiercest drought and storm


what heights of love, what depths of peace


when fears are stilled, when strivings cease


my comforter, my all-in-all


here in the love of Christ I stand

there in the ground His body lay


light of the world by darkness slain


then bursting forth in glorious day


up from the grave He rose again!

and as He stands in victory


sin’s curse has lost its grip on me

for I am His and He is mine


bought with the precious blood of Christ

no guilt in life, no fear in death

this is the power of Christ in me


from life’s first cry to final breath


Jesus commands my destiny


no power of hell, no scheme of man

can ever pluck me from His hand

till He returns or calls me home


here in the power of Christ I’ll stand

owl city :: in Christ alone

hello world.
i take umbrage at your obnoxious arrogance.

I'm on the run
I'm on the ropes this time
where is my song?
I've lost the song of my soul tonight

sing it out, sing it out
take what is left of me
and make it a melody

sing it out, sing out loud
I can't the words to sing
You'd be my remedy

my song, my song
I'll sing with what's left of me

where is the sun?
feel like a ghost this time
where have you gone?
I need your breath in my lungs tonight

sing it out

I'm holding on, I'm holding on to you
my world is wrong
my world is a lie that's come true

and I fall in love
with the ones that run me through
when all along all I need is you

switchfoot :: sing it out

it started as a shy whisper.
then i realised i was already shouting.
and i heard my voice turn coarse.

i can barely hear myself now.

A "Hello World" program is a computer program which prints out "Hello, world!" on a display device. It is used in many introductory tutorials for teaching a programming language. Such a program is typically one of the simplest programs possible in most computer languages. It is often considered to be tradition among programmers for people attempting to learn a new programming language to write a "Hello World!" program as one of the first steps of learning that particular language.

[from wikipedia]

LOL - i rber. :)

i'm so tired.