The morning's playlist

I forgot from when my dad will play a CD every morning.

His preference for music is different from mine for he will never be interested in my Japanese rock or English favorite songs. Few months ago, he told that he started to like classical music. I should not laugh at him but can only laugh at myself. Well, yes I am the vulgar one. It is only until a Japanese TV drama about classical music was in show few years ago, I started to get know of it. May be I can write somethings funny on that later.

It is the Chinese old songs which attract both my dad and me. The golden 80’s and 90’s when stars were stars, singers were singers, and lyrics were lyrics.

Every weekday I woke up by the today’s special, the song playlist in that morning. The random songs sometimes make me ponder on that day, for the lyrics are often meaningful and inspirational.

Yesterday, when he was about to set off to work, he pressed the stop button. I begged him to play the last song. He refused and told me to listen to it tomorrow.

So this is the last song, Leslie Cheung’s old song,追(chase).





I google and found that there is no English translation of the lyrics.
I think it deserves one so I wrote it.
If anyone will read this by chance and think you can perfect the translation, please do let me know. Thanks.


Make things happen in this life
But who is on mind in this moment?
I would say you are the only one I cannot lose
Good times are illusory
Who understands the pleasures of life?
I would say it is still right for love

Who is more important than you?
It does not matter to succeed or to fail
Who is more important than you?
Fire up tempest because of you

Catching again and again just want to catch a minute of life
How ridiculous it is
You are truly the target
Catching again and again
Follow some basic needs in life
No longer in shortage a long time ago

Be with you
Even ordinary but the most important

Though not much good times
So what a minute
Worthwhile to be with you together through
The more crazy love the more errors
What if redo
I would say I will advance misdoing for you

Only you make me as if the most important in the crowd
Be with you
Even asleep with a smile

One Hundred Years from now

(excerpt from "Within My Power" by Forest Witcraft)

One Hundred Years from now
It will not matter
what kind of car I drove,
What kind of house I lived in,
how much money was in my bank account
nor what my clothes looked like.
But the world may be a better place because
I was important in the life of a child.

1 or 2 things about beer and me

On a day of training last week, several commercials were shown to teach us what great communication ideas are. Besides the touching OMO & ala commercials, there are some others impressed me.

Cheers beer:



Not only me, some other colleagues also find the commercials very much Stephen Chow's style. The exaggerated facial expression, the nonsensical plots… Probably because I grew up with his movies, I do think these are funny...

Well, another more classy Guinness:



Guinness from a can will taste better if poured and rested 2 minutes before drinking. That's why the commercial is nothing but the golden 2 minutes. See this.
I will try that next time for sure.

Visuals do have influence on me. At the end of the training, I wanted to get a cup of beer with buddies badly. It’s World Cup opening, what an excuse, even though I am not a soccer fans.

I do not drink much. But I do have an attachment to beer. My dad used to enjoy a cup of beer after a day of hard work. (though he swifted to red wine now...thanks to the health claim.) When I was a kid and took a sip of his beer, I disliked the bitter taste so much that I felt like drinking medicine.

I forgot until when I get used to the bitter taste. I remember in the first or second lesson by the new Japanese teacher last year, she told me I look like the type of person who is fond of wine tasting, holding a glass of red wine…and she is TOTALLY WRONG. I guess I can make up a psychological test on facebook and classify people in term of wine?

May be I associate beer with the free style and heroism now. But at the same time, I think those real beer lovers won’t bother to write up. After all, the beer says itself, just grab a cup and drink! Cheers!

The Starfish Story

Original Story by: Loren Eisley


One day a man was walking along the beach when he noticed
a boy picking something up and gently throwing it into the ocean.

Approaching the boy, he asked, “What are you doing?”

The youth replied, “Throwing starfish back into the ocean.
The surf is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die.”

“Son,” the man said, “don’t you realize there are miles and miles of beach and hundreds of starfish?
You can’t make a difference!”

After listening politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish,
and threw it back into the surf. Then, smiling at the man, he said…
“I made a difference for that one.”