Sunday, April 20, 2008
哪吒回家 Nezha Comes Home
曲：黃家強 詞：周耀輝 編：黃家強 監：黃家強
Music: Steve Wong Lyrics: Chow Yiu Fai
贈我名字姓氏 和我日夜見面 你明白我嗎
望見爸爸的膊 望見媽媽的背 我懷念極大
還會沉默吃飯 未會誠實說話 我逃避你嗎
就怪代溝的錯 就怪時光的錯 我情願未大
很久已沒暢談 (約會多 電視花)
終於會內疚吧 (內疚到 似哪吒 要回家)
很久已沒坦白 (虔敬到 叫爸爸 叫媽媽)
終於再擁抱嗎 (不如再親近好嗎)
或有沉重往事 或有華麗信念 我明白你嗎
望見爸爸的眼 望見媽媽的髮 我遺憾極大
習慣沉默太耐 忘記誠實太耐 你原諒我嗎
就怪代溝的錯 就怪時光的錯 我情願未大
越來越難 是麻木還是怕 竟那麼隔 想了解那麼難
越來越忙 是時候就回家 竟有一剎 想削骨如哪吒
Giving me my name, See me night and day, Do you Understand me?
Watching dad's shoulder, Watching mum's back, I am filled with memories
Still dining in silence, Not able to speak truthfully, Am I evading you?
Generation gap at fault, Time is at fault, I'd rather I didn't grow up
It has been a while since we chatted - Too many appointments, TV is fuzzy
Finally I feel regret - So much like Nezha I have to go home
Too long since I was frank - so much I call for dad, call for mum
Finally can we embrace? Or just get close again?
Maybe we have deep experiences, Or beautiful beliefs, Do I understand you?
Watching dad's eyes, Watching mum's hair, My regrets are massive
Used to silence for too long, Forgotten honesty for too long, Will you forgive me?
Generation gap at fault, Time is at fault, I'd rather I didn't grow up
Harder and harder, Is it numbness or fear, So distant now, So difficult to understand
Busier and busier, Is it time to go home, A sudden moment, I want to slice my bones like Nezha
[In Chinese mythology, Nezha did a great wrong and in a moment of regret and to avoid implicating his parents, he sliced his bones in sacrifice.]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDHVNgol5Fk
Some sad news from a good friend and coming across this song at karaoke yesterday reminded me that with everything going on in life, we still need to make time for our parents. Once you've flown the nest and have your own life, your own family and your own home - it's only too easy to become so absorbed in your own little bubble and forget about the people out there who really matter.
曲：黃家強 詞：周耀輝 編：黃家強 監：黃家強
Music: Steve Wong Lyrics: Chow Yiu Fai
贈我名字姓氏 和我日夜見面 你明白我嗎
望見爸爸的膊 望見媽媽的背 我懷念極大
還會沉默吃飯 未會誠實說話 我逃避你嗎
就怪代溝的錯 就怪時光的錯 我情願未大
很久已沒暢談 (約會多 電視花)
終於會內疚吧 (內疚到 似哪吒 要回家)
很久已沒坦白 (虔敬到 叫爸爸 叫媽媽)
終於再擁抱嗎 (不如再親近好嗎)
或有沉重往事 或有華麗信念 我明白你嗎
望見爸爸的眼 望見媽媽的髮 我遺憾極大
習慣沉默太耐 忘記誠實太耐 你原諒我嗎
就怪代溝的錯 就怪時光的錯 我情願未大
越來越難 是麻木還是怕 竟那麼隔 想了解那麼難
越來越忙 是時候就回家 竟有一剎 想削骨如哪吒
Giving me my name, See me night and day, Do you Understand me?
Watching dad's shoulder, Watching mum's back, I am filled with memories
Still dining in silence, Not able to speak truthfully, Am I evading you?
Generation gap at fault, Time is at fault, I'd rather I didn't grow up
It has been a while since we chatted - Too many appointments, TV is fuzzy
Finally I feel regret - So much like Nezha I have to go home
Too long since I was frank - so much I call for dad, call for mum
Finally can we embrace? Or just get close again?
Maybe we have deep experiences, Or beautiful beliefs, Do I understand you?
Watching dad's eyes, Watching mum's hair, My regrets are massive
Used to silence for too long, Forgotten honesty for too long, Will you forgive me?
Generation gap at fault, Time is at fault, I'd rather I didn't grow up
Harder and harder, Is it numbness or fear, So distant now, So difficult to understand
Busier and busier, Is it time to go home, A sudden moment, I want to slice my bones like Nezha
[In Chinese mythology, Nezha did a great wrong and in a moment of regret and to avoid implicating his parents, he sliced his bones in sacrifice.]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDHVNgol5Fk
Some sad news from a good friend and coming across this song at karaoke yesterday reminded me that with everything going on in life, we still need to make time for our parents. Once you've flown the nest and have your own life, your own family and your own home - it's only too easy to become so absorbed in your own little bubble and forget about the people out there who really matter.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
For Posterity's Sake...
Times move on and my American site hosting company is now providing me with pretty poor service and value for money. Moreover, I don't trust the Data Protection Policies in the states after I found out recently that my personal details had been disclosed by them for all to see on the net, so it's nearly time to wave goodbye to them and make that long distance call to bid them farewell.
Before I do that though, I have the tedious task of transferring all my stuff over to my nice new British hosts. As the old stuff is in some kind of funny old 1999 coding, then I'm just gonna leave some of it behind, but before I cross out the 'thoughts' page from my list as one I can wave goodbye to, I thought I'd copy over some stuff out of it that I wrote back in 1997-99 when I first set up my website in what was a predecessor to this blog.
So here's the stuff from the time capsule:
About 1999....
When I was a little girl, I watched a TV programme where they buried a time capsule for the year 2000. I think I was about 10 at the time. I remember working out that I would be 24 when it was unearthed and thinking that was VERY OLD!!!!
Now it is 1999 .... but I am not old, yet.
About the Internet....
I used to have loads of penpals from all around the world.
Unfortunately I don't write as often as i used to - I spend too much time writing on the internet instead.
I wonder what we'll be doing when computers become outdated.
My Accent.....
People who know me say that I do not have a scouse accent. Northerners say that I speak like a posh southerner, southerners say that I am distinctly northern. I had a neighbour at university who is from Yorkshire and I come from a Chinese background, so I have had influences from both of these - and yet, my cousins in Hong Kong say that I sound like the woman on the cassettes they use for their English lessons. Maybe this diversity has produced neutrality in my language.
No other in the world - Eason Chan
This is a translation of the lyrics from one of my favourite songs.... enjoy!
Giving me confidence when nothing goes right
Sending me warmth when it's wet and windy
Comforting looks sooth my troubles and tiredness
Never changing heartbeat doesn't feel sour
Wherever the long road of life may lead
Having you gives me harmony in living
Hard days don't make me feel bad
'Cos you are with me, you are my dearest
Not once do I count my troubles or tiredness
Not once do you count what you do for me
You give and give again, you start but never end
Without condition, you share all my hardships
I've never said it before, but I will say Thankyou
I am complete because I have the love you give
Who is the dearest and most important in my life?
Of course it's you, you're the greatest,
You're my dearest
If I'm asked who has no duplicate in this world
Who can make yesterday and tomorrow shine
I'd reply there is no-one but you
And be so thankful that we are a pair
Celebrate for a lifetime, that on this earth
I meet you amongst millions of people
Want you to know that on this earth
I want to run to no other, but you!
Just 'cos I'm a girl.....
...old people think I don't know about technology.
...people will get the item on the top shelf in the supermarket for me.
...I can dream unashamedly about having the dream wedding day.
...I can get away with saying that I don't know about cars, or driving, or gardening, or DIY.
...I can't get away with saying that I can't cook, or sew, or iron, or do the dishes.
...it's great!
Times move on and my American site hosting company is now providing me with pretty poor service and value for money. Moreover, I don't trust the Data Protection Policies in the states after I found out recently that my personal details had been disclosed by them for all to see on the net, so it's nearly time to wave goodbye to them and make that long distance call to bid them farewell.
Before I do that though, I have the tedious task of transferring all my stuff over to my nice new British hosts. As the old stuff is in some kind of funny old 1999 coding, then I'm just gonna leave some of it behind, but before I cross out the 'thoughts' page from my list as one I can wave goodbye to, I thought I'd copy over some stuff out of it that I wrote back in 1997-99 when I first set up my website in what was a predecessor to this blog.
So here's the stuff from the time capsule:
About 1999....
When I was a little girl, I watched a TV programme where they buried a time capsule for the year 2000. I think I was about 10 at the time. I remember working out that I would be 24 when it was unearthed and thinking that was VERY OLD!!!!
Now it is 1999 .... but I am not old, yet.
About the Internet....
I used to have loads of penpals from all around the world.
Unfortunately I don't write as often as i used to - I spend too much time writing on the internet instead.
I wonder what we'll be doing when computers become outdated.
My Accent.....
People who know me say that I do not have a scouse accent. Northerners say that I speak like a posh southerner, southerners say that I am distinctly northern. I had a neighbour at university who is from Yorkshire and I come from a Chinese background, so I have had influences from both of these - and yet, my cousins in Hong Kong say that I sound like the woman on the cassettes they use for their English lessons. Maybe this diversity has produced neutrality in my language.
No other in the world - Eason Chan
This is a translation of the lyrics from one of my favourite songs.... enjoy!
Giving me confidence when nothing goes right
Sending me warmth when it's wet and windy
Comforting looks sooth my troubles and tiredness
Never changing heartbeat doesn't feel sour
Wherever the long road of life may lead
Having you gives me harmony in living
Hard days don't make me feel bad
'Cos you are with me, you are my dearest
Not once do I count my troubles or tiredness
Not once do you count what you do for me
You give and give again, you start but never end
Without condition, you share all my hardships
I've never said it before, but I will say Thankyou
I am complete because I have the love you give
Who is the dearest and most important in my life?
Of course it's you, you're the greatest,
You're my dearest
If I'm asked who has no duplicate in this world
Who can make yesterday and tomorrow shine
I'd reply there is no-one but you
And be so thankful that we are a pair
Celebrate for a lifetime, that on this earth
I meet you amongst millions of people
Want you to know that on this earth
I want to run to no other, but you!
Just 'cos I'm a girl.....
...old people think I don't know about technology.
...people will get the item on the top shelf in the supermarket for me.
...I can dream unashamedly about having the dream wedding day.
...I can get away with saying that I don't know about cars, or driving, or gardening, or DIY.
...I can't get away with saying that I can't cook, or sew, or iron, or do the dishes.
...it's great!
Labels: lyrics
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Fire Coming Out Of A Monkey's Head - Gorillaz
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world.
Obscured, as it was, by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them.
They only saw shadows.
You see, without the truth of the eyes
the Happyfolk were blind...
Falling out of airplanes and hiding out in holes.
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home.
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head.
Now everybody dancing, the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead. the dance of the dead...
In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain,
and it was there that they found the Caves of Unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon The Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,
and soon they began to mine the mountain,
its rich seam fuelling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear,
bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey.
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful,
for they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
Then there came a sound, distant first, that grew into a castrophony so immense,
that it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams.
There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then,
nothing...
Oh little town in USA, the time has come to see
there's nothing you believe you want
but where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me out?
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world.
Obscured, as it was, by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them.
They only saw shadows.
You see, without the truth of the eyes
the Happyfolk were blind...
Falling out of airplanes and hiding out in holes.
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home.
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head.
Now everybody dancing, the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead. the dance of the dead...
In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain,
and it was there that they found the Caves of Unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon The Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,
and soon they began to mine the mountain,
its rich seam fuelling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear,
bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey.
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful,
for they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
Then there came a sound, distant first, that grew into a castrophony so immense,
that it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams.
There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then,
nothing...
Oh little town in USA, the time has come to see
there's nothing you believe you want
but where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me out?
Labels: lyrics
Monday, November 08, 2004
Reflection – from Disney’s Mulan
Look at me
You may think
You see who I really am
But you never know me
Every day
It’s as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
I am now in a world where
I have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What’s inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
Why is my reflection
Someone I don’t know
Must I pretend that I’m
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
There’s a heart that must be free to fly
That bursts with the need to know
The reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think How we feel
Must there be a secret me
I’m forced to hide
I won’t pretend that I’m
Someone else For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
...back to the real world. Sigh!
Look at me
You may think
You see who I really am
But you never know me
Every day
It’s as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
I am now in a world where
I have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What’s inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
Why is my reflection
Someone I don’t know
Must I pretend that I’m
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
There’s a heart that must be free to fly
That bursts with the need to know
The reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think How we feel
Must there be a secret me
I’m forced to hide
I won’t pretend that I’m
Someone else For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
...back to the real world. Sigh!
Labels: lyrics