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November 27, 2008

day 51

Way in and way out

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Two pieces of my rough translation from two songs:

<Lydia>

Singer: F.I.R

Lydia, why you're crying?
what are you looking for?
You are pretending to be alright,
but I know you are hurt and feeling lost.
.
Listen...The gypsy girl is singing:
while exploring the world
you'll  find mist, cloud, sun....
and the broken earth with repeating tragedies,
.
but you have to know,
his leaving can't  dispossess the heaven you deserve to have,
like there's alway rainbow after the rain,
and you can keep holding your dream,
cause you'll eventually find a right person,
who can share the same dream.
.
Lydia, happiness is not in the outside world.
relax, open a window and make a wish.
.
I'm telling you....
while exploring life,
you'll find love, hatred, forgiveness
and learn to be optimistic throughout lots of heartbreakings,
.
but you have to know,
his leaving can't  dispossess the heaven you deserve to have,
like there's alway rainbow after the rain,
and you can keep holding your dream,
cause you'll eventually find a right person,
who can share the same dream with you.

http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=tgLVxwpDjOE&feature=related

<Outside world>

singer: Qiqin

Once upon a time,
you were my world
and I was yours
Once upon a time,
you left me,
going outside to seek for your dream.
.
The outside world is bright.
The outside world is difficult.
.
If you find the outside world is bright,
I'll be here, feeling very happy for you.
.
I'm counting the sunsets,
still waiting for you to come back.
No matter raining or sunny,
I'm always here, waiting for you.
.
The outside world is bright.
The outside world is difficult.
.
If you find the outside world is difficult,
I'll be here, standing by your side.
.
I'm counting the sunsets,
still waiting for you to come back.
No matter raining or sunny,
I'm always here, waiting for you.
.
I'm always here, waiting for you.
I'm always here, waiting for you......

http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=0e1CqHtSzJ4&feature=related

Sometimes...emotions seem to sructure a shelter for me. I feel kind of safe, and..."existing" while being emotional. However, to keep the daily things going normally, I have to be sensible. By doing this, I feel as if my life were only made out of works...but is being emotional the only way to feel alive??


November 09, 2008

day 50

the unsent letters

Image from Cape No.7

1.
December 25, 1945.
Tomoko, the sun has sinked into the sea.
I can't see Taiwan anymore.
Are you still searching for me?
.
Tomoko,
please forgive my weakness.
please forgive me that I've never admitted the fact we loves each other.
How did it start?
I can't remember.
I can't remember how I can't have my mind without you,
who didn't obey the rule to cut her hair and made me really angry
Tomoko,
you are stubborn and reasonless, fooling around with popular trends
but I can't stop loving you.
However,
when we finally waited until you graduated,
my country lost the war.
Suddenly I was from a defeated nation,
falling from proud aristocrat to chained criminal,
but I'm also merely a poor teacher.
Why shall I carry the guilt of a nation?
That shall be the guilt of the time and fate,
but I'm only a poor teacher.
I love you, but I have to ignore our love.
2.
Day three,
I'm struggling to forget you...but how?
You're a student growing up under the shining sun of the south;
I'm a teacher from the snowing north across the sea.
We are so different;
why we are so in love?
I miss the shining sun...and the warm wind...
I miss the way you're annoyed by the red ants.
I know I shouldn't have marked you
your way of trampling on the red ants was beautiful;
like a magical dancing...
with fury and cozy...
Tomoko, that's when I fell in love with you...
How I wish a storm comes now
and swallows me into the sea between Taiwan and Japan,
so I won't blame myself for my weakness anymore.
3.
Tomoko,
several days of travelling,
I keep hearing the cry from the sea,
feeling like 500 years old
I can't leave the board, I can't sleep.
I've made up my mind;
once I get to the land, I'll never look back to the sea ,
because the sea always brings the sound of crying.
Why?
Why people cry when they love, marry, and give birth?
I always cry
whenever I think of the future happiness you may have,
but my tears are dried by the wind before bursting out.
The drying tears
have made me older.
Damn wind.
Damn moonlight.
Damn sea.
4.
The December sea always carries madness.
I'm bearing the stinking humiliation and regretfulness,
slightly rocking with the wave in the ship.
I can't distinguish
whether I'm going home
or leaving!
.
.... (it's too long, I'll translate it another day) 
............................................................................Cape No.7 three of the seven unsent love letters, my rough translation

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_No._7

http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=NWs9ilMOIr0

http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=gtCH8_p2pPI&feature=related

http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=bOeyvImwdm0

http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=8XunhVR8b3o&feature=related

http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=D9Pl7aSZHL4&feature=related

There is a English version of subtitle but I can't find it from the net.

I have a complicated feeling for this movie, but it is very hard to describ...I'm kind of...can't understand why so many people are crazy for this movie though I feel there are lots of things in it...maybe that's because it is the first movie that belongs to Taiwanese culture? The lines in the movie are mostly Taiwanese, some Japanese and rather few Mandarin......so complicated...I feel I'm far away from my origin.

By the way, though I feel very complicated about what the director trying to tell, I know sth for sure...... If I were 'Tomoko', I would hate the teacher more when I recieved thoes letters......so it was a correct act that the letters were unsent 60 years ago....





			
		
		
		

November 04, 2008

day 49

I'm a bit panic because I don't know what to write for my essay. I haven't typed in English for a while and now is not familiar with translation theories. I have decided to skip the class to force myself totally focus on coming up with the outline and a clear structure for the essay. I guess I'm still not good at time management and now my brian is empty...

I tend to translate some parts of a song's lyrics to inspire my mind about my translation essay. Jay Chou has happened to have a new album currently. One of the songs is named "Mr. Magic": 

http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=w7giKTUN00c

rough translation for parts of the song lyrics:

"don't ask me to make a choice about whom I really love;

just believe what my tricks show you,

cause what's all in my mind

is how to make you happy.

...I've never made explanations,

that's why I'm not a clown but Mr. Magic."

However, without audience, Mr. Magic is nothing, right? and why there shall be any audience?

People's way of thinking is interesting. It seems that the environments, histories and cultures create how people think.  I've realized that there are some mistakes in my understanding about polysystem theory, and I now still find it hard to understand it. I find it hard to believe there's any "young culture" or "mature culture". It is hard for me to immerse myself into that type of explanation to the world and to quote the theory with my thinking in my essay.   


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