信任 Trust

for memories‘ sake

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Trust
Wang Leehom

For a long time I’ve been thinking of how I should put this
There’s a puzzle in my heart
Although we’ve been busily exchanging our feelings
Why can’t I say that I really understand you?

Because of your smile, I am happy
Because of your silence, I am devastated
All of my thoughts, I confide in you
Yet still, in your eyes, I see all that you’ve withheld

Even if fate would have us meet, only for us to choose to remain guarded
Even if our worlds have their differences
I wish to give you my everything
Why do you still silence the words in your heart?

Now tell me, what else it is that you want?
Now tell me, what else can I do for you?
If two people who wish to love each other lack trust…
Why bother?

Now tell me, what else it is that you want?
Now tell me, what else can I do for you?
If two people who wish to love each other lack trust…
Why should we bother?

If two people who wish to love each other lack trust
Love loses all its color

信任
王力宏

我想了很久该如何说
有一些困惑在心里头
我们都努力交换了感受
但始终还觉得了解的不够
因为你的笑所以快乐
因为你沉默所以失落
所有的想法都跟你说
我还是从你眼中看到了保留
是缘份让我们相遇又选择相守
虽然你我的世界有些不同
我想给你我所有
为什么还有心事不肯说
快告诉我你还想要什么
快告诉我还能为你做些什么
如果相爱的两个人
没有信任(我们)该如何(爱情就失去了颜色)

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无与伦比的美丽 Incomparable Beauty

Incomparable Beauty
Sodagreen

Up in the sky is where kites fly
Yet upon the earth is where people chase
If you worry you cannot fly
You have my butterfly

Up in the sky is where kites fly
Yet upon the earth is where people chase
If I worry I cannot fly
I have your meadow

You describe me as this world’s incomparable beauty
In this world, I know it’s really you

You know that when you need a summer’s day
I’ll die trying

I know that you’ll be my blanket
when I become a runaway

无与伦比的美丽
苏打绿

天上风筝在天上飞
地上人儿在地上追
你若担心你不能飞
你有我的蝴蝶

天上风筝在天上飞
地上人儿在地上追
我若担心我不能飞
我有你的草原

你形容我是这个世界上
无与伦比的美丽

我知道你才是这世界上
无与伦比的美丽
天上风筝在天上飞
地上人儿在地上追
你若担心你不能飞
你有我的蝴蝶

你形容我是这个世界上
无与伦比的美丽

我知道你才是这世界上
无与伦比的美丽

你知道当你需要个夏天
我会拼了命努力

我知道你会做我的掩护
当我是个逃兵

你形容我是这个世界上
无与伦比的美丽

我知道你才是这世界上
无与伦比的美丽

天上风筝在天上飞
地上人儿在地上追
你若担心你不能飞
你有我的蝴蝶

我若担心我不能飞

我有你的草原

Response to New Yorker’s Infamous “Obama Cover”: A New Dream

The July 21 cover of the New Yorker has taken much heat–1,948 articles and counting through Google News, the majority negative. Self-righteous titles include Drawing the Line on Satire (from CANADA, no less, and no joke!) and this little gem of warped communal logic: Who got it? Few. Who liked it? Fewer still.

Tyranny of the majority notwithstanding–since when was the majority a sign of good taste? In anything? And in satire–devouring babies anyone?

Anyway, here’s the cover:

Obama

The following is lil’ old me’s letter of support to the New Yorker:

I find it the height of ironic, hypocritical lunacy that America still perks its ears at the mention of the First Amendment, and, frothing at the mouth, fancies itself as the international rottweiler protecting freedoms of thought and speech. That notion is, quite simply, rabid. “Freedom” and “Values” are buzzwords since replaced with the ethos of 21st century America: Political Correctness.

Political Correctness is a cultural opiate so efficacious in its intellectual deprivation it stifles not only the fruit of thought–intelligent and reasoned debate–but the very seed if it–wit and humor.

Iron Curtains and Great Walls of heavy-handed government censorship will in time be broken by the hammer of reform and chisel of sedition; far more dangerous is the choking mist with which we enshroud ourselves, supported, in final ironic hallucination, by a savior mouthing “Change” and “Hope”.

A visionary American once had a dream, more or less, that our national consciousness would shed its racial prejudice. We seem to have achieved it through circuitous means–rather than confronting our fears, we have learned not to voice them. I modestly suggest another dream, one I hope Americans will recognize as their own. A new dream of a nation, when confronted with its own fears in satire, able to laugh–and a candidate who, through intelligence aided by humor, conquers these fears and brings true Hope of Change.

What makes it more pathetic/funny/American is the fact that most of the “outraged” are ACLU backing, Olympics boycotting, Free press (except in America) Liberals.

They can all, quite figuratively of course, fellate me.

Finding and Replacing a Lenovo Ideapad Y510 Keyboard

This apparently isn’t anywhere on Google, and therefore, the internet–I know, I checked for about a month, both English and Chinese interwebs. Generous soul that I am, I will offer the fruit of my labor for the low low price of listening to me rant. You could, of course, just skip down, but that would vex me greatly. Karma and all that.

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Monologue I

There are two things you must, well, should know about me, about what I’m going to say. (1) I’m going to write like a dying man, yet, (2) as a man I am not, to the best of my knowledge, dying (soon I mean—we are all dying, of course).

Let me elaborate.

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LSAT

if all I’m given is all I’ve got,
and what I manage is what I must–
then whatever is left is left to love.

if it’s not enough,

I’ll live the sum
and dream the difference.

Library Scene 1.5

She smiles.

Pretty girls make him nervous.

He’s calm as can be. But how calm can he be? Not very.

“Look down.”

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