Alas! i'm almost unable to take Tong Ange's voice! back to my old fantacy of visualising singing voice as threads of light, at the beginning this dim thread of shimmering blue that just winds and winds around me, and slides against my imagination (how do i make this sound not so perverted?) and inducing in me a shiver, a heartache, a sorrow. it seems to be trying hard to conceal the firery cry that eventually outbursts in the chorus. and the sigh in the narration! and the pause after that. oh. makes me think how deeply affectionate lin juemin must have been!
and listening to this followed by chyi yu's Jue is just such a tear jerker. it's been a long time since i read the letter itself, but seriously, i've never thought of it as something so romantic. music is music. music helps along with expression, so apt and effortlessly.
i'm just being deprived here. :p hehe..
but sigh. so heavy is human emotion.
Monday, January 31, 2005
to Jade
to j: i wanted to put this in the tag board, but it was too long hehe. sigh.
yeah, so do i. nice backdrop i gotta say. haha. sutong is so good. i like the feeling of immersing myself in other people's stories, especially with some distance from where and when i am living. it's different. for the katharsis of the characters' emotions? haha. thx to a friend who taught me this aristotle term. and it helps if the author goes into really great details about that life. goes really deep to describe the subtle emotions and thoughts. yeah, this is why stories by writers like sutong, yuhua, zhang ailing, also v woolf, wilde, or andersen stir me so. they have the heart to feel it and the genius to pen it down. making the experience more absolute than the real one. :D this is going to blow the tag board. but what's new hehe.
anothing about sutong, my mom used to tell me that the era that he likes to write about was one that her grandparents lived in. that made me even more interested in reading that stuff. guess just a relate and fulfill curiosity thing,
yeah, so do i. nice backdrop i gotta say. haha. sutong is so good. i like the feeling of immersing myself in other people's stories, especially with some distance from where and when i am living. it's different. for the katharsis of the characters' emotions? haha. thx to a friend who taught me this aristotle term. and it helps if the author goes into really great details about that life. goes really deep to describe the subtle emotions and thoughts. yeah, this is why stories by writers like sutong, yuhua, zhang ailing, also v woolf, wilde, or andersen stir me so. they have the heart to feel it and the genius to pen it down. making the experience more absolute than the real one. :D this is going to blow the tag board. but what's new hehe.
anothing about sutong, my mom used to tell me that the era that he likes to write about was one that her grandparents lived in. that made me even more interested in reading that stuff. guess just a relate and fulfill curiosity thing,
Rickless
Quote of the day:
There is nothing beautiful about democracy itself. It can be ugly. The principles are beautiful, not democracy. Democracy merely means the rule of the people, and when the people become ugly, this is what happens.
-- Rickless on the infamous Korematsu v. United States
he got really agitated when he made the forth mentioned comments on that case this morning, and his voice was ringing in the lecture hall. after the lecture, while i was packing my stuff and considering myself really lucky to be in this class, a girl walked up to him just to thank him for the really powerful lecture.
thanks to my RA Kalli who recommended him. it's worth all the trouble with the timetable.
hmm, which means he's possibily musical too and has a violinist tradition running in the family. :p
and talking about violinists, i just realised i missed janos negyesy and paivikki nykter's concert! OMG how could i have done such a thing? it was last tuesday before chem midterm, how come i've always thought that it was before my art hist midterm, which would be this wed? why? why? :'(
There is nothing beautiful about democracy itself. It can be ugly. The principles are beautiful, not democracy. Democracy merely means the rule of the people, and when the people become ugly, this is what happens.
-- Rickless on the infamous Korematsu v. United States
he got really agitated when he made the forth mentioned comments on that case this morning, and his voice was ringing in the lecture hall. after the lecture, while i was packing my stuff and considering myself really lucky to be in this class, a girl walked up to him just to thank him for the really powerful lecture.
thanks to my RA Kalli who recommended him. it's worth all the trouble with the timetable.
hmm, which means he's possibily musical too and has a violinist tradition running in the family. :p
and talking about violinists, i just realised i missed janos negyesy and paivikki nykter's concert! OMG how could i have done such a thing? it was last tuesday before chem midterm, how come i've always thought that it was before my art hist midterm, which would be this wed? why? why? :'(
RJC Batch of 02-03
RJC Batch of 02-03
rj batch of 02-03 listen up. if you see this please check out the above link. :D i would like to have a reunion really! and please vote for between 24th - 26th june cos the most popular option is during the my finals week. oh darn. i voted a few times haha until the site told me to stop voting hehe...sorry for cheating.
woo hoo. xantheus rocks.
rj batch of 02-03 listen up. if you see this please check out the above link. :D i would like to have a reunion really! and please vote for between 24th - 26th june cos the most popular option is during the my finals week. oh darn. i voted a few times haha until the site told me to stop voting hehe...sorry for cheating.
woo hoo. xantheus rocks.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
原来关注林觉民的不止一人。
诀别
词:童安格 刘虞瑞
曲:童安格
夜冷清 独饮千言万语
难舍弃 思国心情
灯欲尽 独锁千愁万绪
言难启 诀别吾妻
烽火泪 滴尽相思意 情缘魂梦相系
方寸心 只愿天下情侣 不再有泪 如你
(口白)
意映卿卿如唔:
吾今以此书与汝永别矣,
吾作此书泪珠和笔墨齐下, （叹）
不能竟书而欲搁笔...
意映卿卿
许乃胜词
苏来曲
意映卿卿
再一次呼唤你的名
今夜我的笔沾满你的情
然而
我的肩却负担四万万个情
钟情如我
又怎能抵住此情
万万千千
意映卿卿
再一次呼唤你的名
曾经我的眼充满你的泪
然而
我的心已许下四万万个愿
率性如我
又怎能抛下此愿
青云贯天
梦里遥望
低低切切
千百年后的三月
我也无悔
我也无怨
诀别
词:童安格 刘虞瑞
曲:童安格
夜冷清 独饮千言万语
难舍弃 思国心情
灯欲尽 独锁千愁万绪
言难启 诀别吾妻
烽火泪 滴尽相思意 情缘魂梦相系
方寸心 只愿天下情侣 不再有泪 如你
(口白)
意映卿卿如唔:
吾今以此书与汝永别矣,
吾作此书泪珠和笔墨齐下, （叹）
不能竟书而欲搁笔...
意映卿卿
许乃胜词
苏来曲
意映卿卿
再一次呼唤你的名
今夜我的笔沾满你的情
然而
我的肩却负担四万万个情
钟情如我
又怎能抵住此情
万万千千
意映卿卿
再一次呼唤你的名
曾经我的眼充满你的泪
然而
我的心已许下四万万个愿
率性如我
又怎能抛下此愿
青云贯天
梦里遥望
低低切切
千百年后的三月
我也无悔
我也无怨
觉
不知为什么，觉得陈意映好像就该是齐豫这个样子，高贵而温雅，带一点点的忧伤。
觉（遥寄林觉民）
作词：许常德 齐豫 作曲：郭子 编曲：陈爱珍 周国仪
觉
当我看见你的信
我竟然相信
刹那即永恒
再多的难舍和舍得
有时候不得不舍
觉
当我回首我的梦
我不得不相信
刹那即永恒
再难的追寻和遗弃
有时候不得不弃
爱不在开始
却只能停在开始
把缱绻了一时
当作被爱了一世
你的不得不舍和遗弃都是守真情的坚持
我留守着数不完的夜和载沉载浮的凌迟
谁给你选择的权利让你就这样的离去
谁把我无止境的付出都化成纸上的
一个名字
如今
当我寂寞那么真
我还是得相信
刹那能永恒
再苦的甜蜜和道理
有时候不得不理
附：林觉民——《与妻书》
林觉民（1887—1911），福建闽侯人。近代民主革命烈士，黄花岗七十二烈士之一。著译有《六国比较宪法论》等。
《与妻书》——林觉民
意映卿卿如晤：
吾今以此书与汝永别矣！吾作此书时，尚为世中一人；汝看此书时，吾已成为阴间一鬼。吾作此书，泪珠和笔墨齐下，不能书竟，而欲搁笔。又恐汝不察吾衷，谓吾忍舍汝而死，谓吾不知汝之不欲吾死也，故遂忍悲为汝言之。
吾至爱汝！即此爱汝一念，使吾勇于就死也！吾自遇汝以来，常愿天下有情人都成眷属，然遍地腥云，满街狼犬，称心快意，几家能够？司马青衫，吾不能学太上之忘情也。语云，仁者“老吾老以及人之老，幼吾幼以及人之幼”。吾充吾爱汝之心，助天下人爱其所爱，所以敢先汝而死，不顾汝也。汝体吾此心，于悲啼之余，亦以天下人为念，当亦乐牺牲吾身与汝身之福利，为天下人谋永福也。汝其勿悲。
汝忆否四五年前某夕，吾尝语曰：“与使吾先死也，无宁汝先吾而死。”汝初闻言而怒，后经吾婉解，虽不谓吾言为是，而亦无辞相答。吾之意盖谓以汝之弱，必不能禁失吾之悲，吾先死留苦与汝，吾心不忍，故宁请汝先死，吾担悲也。嗟夫，谁知吾卒先汝而死乎！
吾真不能忘汝也！回忆后街之屋，入门穿廊，过前后厅，又三四折有小厅，厅旁一室为吾与汝双棲之所。初婚三四个月，适冬之望日前后，窗外疏梅筛月影，依稀掩映，吾与汝並肩携手，低低切切，何事不语，何情不诉！及今思之，空余泪痕！又回忆六七年前，吾之逃家复归也，汝泣告我：“望今后有远行，必以告妾，妾愿随君行。”吾亦既许汝矣。前十余日回家，即欲乘便以此行之事语汝，及与汝相对，又不能启口；且以汝之有身也，更恐不胜悲，故惟日日呼酒买醉。嗟夫！当时余心之悲，盖不能以寸管形容之。
吾诚愿与汝相守以死。第以今日事势观之，天灾可以死，盗贼可以死，瓜分之日可以死，奸官污吏虐民可以死，吾辈处今日之中国，国中无地无时不可以死！到那时使吾眼睁睁看汝死，或使汝眼睁睁看我死，吾能之乎！抑汝能之乎！即可不死，而离散不相见，徒使两地眼成穿而骨化石，试问古来几曾见破镜能重圆，则较死为苦也。将奈之何？今日吾与汝幸双健；天下人人不当死而死，与不愿离而离者，不可数计；钟情如我辈者，能忍之乎？此吾所以敢率性就死不顾汝也！吾今死无余憾，国事成不成，自有同志者在。依新已五岁，转眼成人，汝其善抚之，使之肖我。汝腹中之物，吾疑其女也，女必像汝，吾心甚慰；或又是男，则亦教其以父志为志，则我死后，尚有二意洞在也，甚幸甚幸！
吾家后日当甚贫，贫无所苦，清静过日而已。
吾今与汝无言矣！吾居九泉之下，遥闻汝哭声，当哭相和也。吾平日不信有鬼，今则又望其真有。今人又言心电感应有道，吾亦望其言是实，则吾之死，吾灵尚依依旁汝也，汝不必以无侣悲！
吾生平未尝以吾所志语汝，是吾不是处。然语之，又恐汝日日为吾担忧。吾牺牲百死而不辞，而使汝担忧，的的非吾所忍。吾爱汝至，所以为汝谋者惟恐未尽。汝幸而偶我，又何不幸而生今日之中国！吾幸而得汝，又何不幸而生今日之中国，卒不忍独善其身！嗟夫！巾短情长，所未尽者尚有万千，汝可摹拟得之。吾今不能见汝矣！汝不能舍吾，其时时于梦中寻我乎！一恸！
辛亥三月念六夜四鼓，意洞手书。
家中诸母皆通文，有不解处，望请其指教。当尽吾意为幸！
觉（遥寄林觉民）
作词：许常德 齐豫 作曲：郭子 编曲：陈爱珍 周国仪
觉
当我看见你的信
我竟然相信
刹那即永恒
再多的难舍和舍得
有时候不得不舍
觉
当我回首我的梦
我不得不相信
刹那即永恒
再难的追寻和遗弃
有时候不得不弃
爱不在开始
却只能停在开始
把缱绻了一时
当作被爱了一世
你的不得不舍和遗弃都是守真情的坚持
我留守着数不完的夜和载沉载浮的凌迟
谁给你选择的权利让你就这样的离去
谁把我无止境的付出都化成纸上的
一个名字
如今
当我寂寞那么真
我还是得相信
刹那能永恒
再苦的甜蜜和道理
有时候不得不理
附：林觉民——《与妻书》
林觉民（1887—1911），福建闽侯人。近代民主革命烈士，黄花岗七十二烈士之一。著译有《六国比较宪法论》等。
《与妻书》——林觉民
意映卿卿如晤：
吾今以此书与汝永别矣！吾作此书时，尚为世中一人；汝看此书时，吾已成为阴间一鬼。吾作此书，泪珠和笔墨齐下，不能书竟，而欲搁笔。又恐汝不察吾衷，谓吾忍舍汝而死，谓吾不知汝之不欲吾死也，故遂忍悲为汝言之。
吾至爱汝！即此爱汝一念，使吾勇于就死也！吾自遇汝以来，常愿天下有情人都成眷属，然遍地腥云，满街狼犬，称心快意，几家能够？司马青衫，吾不能学太上之忘情也。语云，仁者“老吾老以及人之老，幼吾幼以及人之幼”。吾充吾爱汝之心，助天下人爱其所爱，所以敢先汝而死，不顾汝也。汝体吾此心，于悲啼之余，亦以天下人为念，当亦乐牺牲吾身与汝身之福利，为天下人谋永福也。汝其勿悲。
汝忆否四五年前某夕，吾尝语曰：“与使吾先死也，无宁汝先吾而死。”汝初闻言而怒，后经吾婉解，虽不谓吾言为是，而亦无辞相答。吾之意盖谓以汝之弱，必不能禁失吾之悲，吾先死留苦与汝，吾心不忍，故宁请汝先死，吾担悲也。嗟夫，谁知吾卒先汝而死乎！
吾真不能忘汝也！回忆后街之屋，入门穿廊，过前后厅，又三四折有小厅，厅旁一室为吾与汝双棲之所。初婚三四个月，适冬之望日前后，窗外疏梅筛月影，依稀掩映，吾与汝並肩携手，低低切切，何事不语，何情不诉！及今思之，空余泪痕！又回忆六七年前，吾之逃家复归也，汝泣告我：“望今后有远行，必以告妾，妾愿随君行。”吾亦既许汝矣。前十余日回家，即欲乘便以此行之事语汝，及与汝相对，又不能启口；且以汝之有身也，更恐不胜悲，故惟日日呼酒买醉。嗟夫！当时余心之悲，盖不能以寸管形容之。
吾诚愿与汝相守以死。第以今日事势观之，天灾可以死，盗贼可以死，瓜分之日可以死，奸官污吏虐民可以死，吾辈处今日之中国，国中无地无时不可以死！到那时使吾眼睁睁看汝死，或使汝眼睁睁看我死，吾能之乎！抑汝能之乎！即可不死，而离散不相见，徒使两地眼成穿而骨化石，试问古来几曾见破镜能重圆，则较死为苦也。将奈之何？今日吾与汝幸双健；天下人人不当死而死，与不愿离而离者，不可数计；钟情如我辈者，能忍之乎？此吾所以敢率性就死不顾汝也！吾今死无余憾，国事成不成，自有同志者在。依新已五岁，转眼成人，汝其善抚之，使之肖我。汝腹中之物，吾疑其女也，女必像汝，吾心甚慰；或又是男，则亦教其以父志为志，则我死后，尚有二意洞在也，甚幸甚幸！
吾家后日当甚贫，贫无所苦，清静过日而已。
吾今与汝无言矣！吾居九泉之下，遥闻汝哭声，当哭相和也。吾平日不信有鬼，今则又望其真有。今人又言心电感应有道，吾亦望其言是实，则吾之死，吾灵尚依依旁汝也，汝不必以无侣悲！
吾生平未尝以吾所志语汝，是吾不是处。然语之，又恐汝日日为吾担忧。吾牺牲百死而不辞，而使汝担忧，的的非吾所忍。吾爱汝至，所以为汝谋者惟恐未尽。汝幸而偶我，又何不幸而生今日之中国！吾幸而得汝，又何不幸而生今日之中国，卒不忍独善其身！嗟夫！巾短情长，所未尽者尚有万千，汝可摹拟得之。吾今不能见汝矣！汝不能舍吾，其时时于梦中寻我乎！一恸！
辛亥三月念六夜四鼓，意洞手书。
家中诸母皆通文，有不解处，望请其指教。当尽吾意为幸！
Donde Voy
Donde voy
齐豫
Music: Tish Hinojosa
Lyrics: Chyi Yu
Arrangement: David Scheffler
all alone i have started my journey
to the darkness of darkness i go
with a reason,i stopped for a moment
in this world full of pleasure so frail
town after town on i travel
pass through faces i know and know not
like a bird in flight,sometimes i topple
time and time again,just farewells
donde voy,donde voy*
day by day,my story unfolds
solo estoy,solo estoy**
all alone as the day i was born
till your eyes rest in mine,i shall wander
no more darkness i know and know not
for your sweetness i traded my freedom
not knowing a farewell awaits
you know,hearts can be repeatedly broken
making room for the harrows to come
along with my sorrows i buried
my tears,my smiles,your name
donde voy,donde voy
songs of lovetales i sing of no more
solo estoy,solo estoy
once again with my shadows i roam
donde voy,donde voy
all alone as the day i was born
solo estoy,solo estoy
still alone with my shadows i roam
*donde voy--'where i go' in spanish
**solo estoy--'alone i am' in spanish
齐豫
Music: Tish Hinojosa
Lyrics: Chyi Yu
Arrangement: David Scheffler
all alone i have started my journey
to the darkness of darkness i go
with a reason,i stopped for a moment
in this world full of pleasure so frail
town after town on i travel
pass through faces i know and know not
like a bird in flight,sometimes i topple
time and time again,just farewells
donde voy,donde voy*
day by day,my story unfolds
solo estoy,solo estoy**
all alone as the day i was born
till your eyes rest in mine,i shall wander
no more darkness i know and know not
for your sweetness i traded my freedom
not knowing a farewell awaits
you know,hearts can be repeatedly broken
making room for the harrows to come
along with my sorrows i buried
my tears,my smiles,your name
donde voy,donde voy
songs of lovetales i sing of no more
solo estoy,solo estoy
once again with my shadows i roam
donde voy,donde voy
all alone as the day i was born
solo estoy,solo estoy
still alone with my shadows i roam
*donde voy--'where i go' in spanish
**solo estoy--'alone i am' in spanish
Andersen
was talking about andersen's fairy tales over dinner. i've always loved andersen's tales, which has much more meanings and depth and reflects the unfeeling reality much more accurately than grimm's. but he always managed to leave the readers a lot of hope and faith, like a current of warmth.
So i have to paste this link here. reminiscencing my days of books.
Andersen's tales
my personal favourites:
1 The Little Mermaid
2 The Brave Tin Soldier
3 The Snow Queen
et al
'the red shoes' is simply disturbing.
i realised that there are some stories here in the website that i've never read before. cos the collection i had at home was one that my mom had when she was a kid. so there were some books missing among the 10+ of them. what a pity. loved them.
which reminds me of another writer Oscar Wilde. he is the kind who could stir the most profound of emotions in you with the simplest of words. remembering how heart-broken i was when i read The Nightingale and The Rose and The Happy Prince. it is the most peculiar, almost sinister imagination, but really really beautiful. maybe this is just cos of my love for tragedies. recall aristotle's theory on tragedies. and Picture of Dorian Gray is brilliant in dealing with art and the general human morality and emotion capacity.
The Nigtingale and the Rose by Wlide
i was wondering why wilde is so bitter towards rationality--philosophy and science. well, he was active well in late 19th century, into the maturity of romanticism. it was consistent with the entire atmosphere then, to produce works full of scorn and distain towards rationality, and moaning the loss of touch with the profound emotions within our human nature and other human around us. yeah it makes sense.
i'm falling asleep.
and i found this trial of Wilde, on his homosexual relationship with this beautiful and intelligent young man Alfred Douglas. Trial of Wilde think about it, this kind of relationship precisely what he portrayed in the Picture of Dorian Gray. Dorian Gray is Alfred Douglas, young and inspiring, and the rich and aesthetic Lord Henry mirrors Wilde, then already a well-established writer and art-reviewer. he wrote the picture of dorian gray in 1891, the same year he met Douglas. well. that trial eventually became his downfall, and the ingenius writer died at a young age of 45 in 1900, 5 years after the trial. what can we say apart from words of pity and complaints about the unfairness? sigh.
there's a more detailed post in pigsty, cross-referencing here. zhu's post
and wilde himself is quite cute.
and the link to the song. 天下有情人
So i have to paste this link here. reminiscencing my days of books.
Andersen's tales
my personal favourites:
1 The Little Mermaid
2 The Brave Tin Soldier
3 The Snow Queen
et al
'the red shoes' is simply disturbing.
i realised that there are some stories here in the website that i've never read before. cos the collection i had at home was one that my mom had when she was a kid. so there were some books missing among the 10+ of them. what a pity. loved them.
which reminds me of another writer Oscar Wilde. he is the kind who could stir the most profound of emotions in you with the simplest of words. remembering how heart-broken i was when i read The Nightingale and The Rose and The Happy Prince. it is the most peculiar, almost sinister imagination, but really really beautiful. maybe this is just cos of my love for tragedies. recall aristotle's theory on tragedies. and Picture of Dorian Gray is brilliant in dealing with art and the general human morality and emotion capacity.
The Nigtingale and the Rose by Wlide
i was wondering why wilde is so bitter towards rationality--philosophy and science. well, he was active well in late 19th century, into the maturity of romanticism. it was consistent with the entire atmosphere then, to produce works full of scorn and distain towards rationality, and moaning the loss of touch with the profound emotions within our human nature and other human around us. yeah it makes sense.
i'm falling asleep.
and i found this trial of Wilde, on his homosexual relationship with this beautiful and intelligent young man Alfred Douglas. Trial of Wilde think about it, this kind of relationship precisely what he portrayed in the Picture of Dorian Gray. Dorian Gray is Alfred Douglas, young and inspiring, and the rich and aesthetic Lord Henry mirrors Wilde, then already a well-established writer and art-reviewer. he wrote the picture of dorian gray in 1891, the same year he met Douglas. well. that trial eventually became his downfall, and the ingenius writer died at a young age of 45 in 1900, 5 years after the trial. what can we say apart from words of pity and complaints about the unfairness? sigh.
there's a more detailed post in pigsty, cross-referencing here. zhu's post
and wilde himself is quite cute.
and the link to the song. 天下有情人
Thursday, January 27, 2005
ah, finally i'm more or less done with the new page. looks fabulous. haha. i shall say. i made the picture from a pic of a few beautiful fish in the water. well, with the help with corel painter anything could become just beautiful. effortlessly. ah! how i love the bubble effect! :D and the midi of jeux d'leau is nice, considering it's a midi. a little too fast though. but i can actually hear dynamics. not bad. considering it's a midi.
i've officially left my status of HTML idiot behind. after studying a few other dear friends' blog html source, i've kinda figured out how to do this thing. but well, hopefully i can learn more, than just cutting and pasting.
off to zzzzzzzz
i've officially left my status of HTML idiot behind. after studying a few other dear friends' blog html source, i've kinda figured out how to do this thing. but well, hopefully i can learn more, than just cutting and pasting.
off to zzzzzzzz
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