Nombre de messages : 2625 Age : 39 Localisation : chez hebe Date d'inscription : 10/02/2007
Sujet: S.H.E lisent des extraits de leur livre (audio) Dim 19 Juil - 20:19
Voici des extraits audio de nouveau bouquin. Ce qui est intéressant c'est qu'un youtubeur a eu la bonne idée de tout traduire donc pourquoi s'en priver ?
1er extrait, Ella :
飛碟電台《夜光家族》 credit to: ws115
My own translation, please respect copyright.
S.H.E will share part of the content of their new book in the radio program this week. This is the final clip about Ella's sharing about "Things That I Would Have Done".
Ella:
I know I am not a pretty girl since I was small. My wife (Selina) and Hebe are more beautiful than me. But I know that I am super cute. So I secure my position in the "cute group". No one can kick me out. At the same time, I know that I have the talent to make others happy. I think God has given me this ability and I like this gift.
I become a well-known actress after I joined S.H.E. I can accept people calling me a star but I continue my way of living. I would do something that I would have done in my daily life after work. What are those things? I don't know. If I am aware of it, it is not the things that I would do in daily life! hehehe You get what I mean?
The following content is from a blog, which wrote down something about me. (The blogger's word, reported by Ella are in quotation mark) I would like to respond to it. I admit that his story is real. He came to fix my car.
"Our appointment is in the underground carpark. She said the lamp is not functioning. As I am professional, I bought the lamp to the carpark and fixed it directly. When my client walked out from the lift, I found that she is Ella, the cutest one in S.H.E! I thought superstar would wear make-up when they go out..." Yes, I did not wear make-up and I even wore a short. And I discover that you (the blogger) looked amazed. "She is nice and wants to help." It is because you were busy carrying a bucket of water, changing the wire and the lamp. If the bucket was knocked over and spoiled the wire, you would have to fix the car again. "She has to use the car right after I fixed it and she asked me whether I need a ride. Oh my god! She drove me out until I reached my car. I felt so shy! She is very nice!" But you looked so calm and have no facial expression all along. You have so many monologs in your heart! "But her driving skill is not that good. The gear-changing is not smooth. The car halted a bit when she starts the car." Hm... No. It is beacuse I forgot that the gear stopped at BACK so the car halted a bit. It is not like I was afraid and I halted. My driving skill is great! I am the King of Car! This is what I read on the blog.
Once I have holiday and I hanged out with my friends in Pingdong. We sat in the railway station and chatted. A train arrived and a native couple got off. They asked me the direction of the exit and I told them. The husband asked me the location of a hospital. "That is far." I thought. His pregnant wife had a huge tummy that she looked ready to give birth in the next minute. They planned to ride a taxi. But believe me, as a local resident, I know it is impossible to find a taxi there. Let me give you a ride! Then they walked with me to my home and I drove them to the hospital. When we arrived, they asked me with a blush whether I am Ella from S.H.E. "Oh can you take a photo with us for memory?" they asked. I agreed. Later, I knew that they came to find their relatives in Pingdong. They kept saying thank you to me. If they like Pingdong more because of this incident, I would be happy. I hope their baby would be healthy and happy. This is nothing special for me. This is things that I would have done. Whenever I hear my friends saying "Um... I've thought about.... but....um" They do not act because they are afraid that their passion would frighten others. If this is something that you would have done, why you have to care about what others think? The worst case is being rejected. According to my experience, maybe they are a bit nervous at first, they feel happy to know that there are people who share the same thinking with them - to do what they would have done. I wish more people recognize it and go ahead to do what you would have done.
S.H.E will share part of the content of their new book in the radio program this week. Hebe talked about "Compromise" on July 13. But the radio rip was not complete. Here is the full version and revised translation.
Hebe:
What is life? Life is time that made up of compromises. The term compromise sounds reluctant. I use this term because I'm a human being. As we have to compromise a lot in life, I pursue a happy, wise and loving way to compromise that everyone would be satisfied. Making everyone satisfied is another battle. This is a slaughter within me and between myself and others. The best way is to be moderate and it leads to a peaceful life.
But a seemingly peaceful life could have a undercurrent. It is because making compromise would cause struggle and uncomfortable, a bit uneasy. However, this is a must for evolution. So, I always think about it, digest it and accept it. Then I can compromise happily.
Everybody likes to eat and drink what they like. I am no exception. Everyone wants to be healthy and live long. I want it too. But these two aspects contradict a lot. I was used to have an 'iron stomach' and I added chili to everything I eat. My motto for food is "If the food is not spicy, it is bad." Since I was so proud, I didn't treat my stomach well. I suffer from gastroesophageal reflux disease. Gastric acid makes my stomach unable to receive too much stimulating food, even drinks that contain caffeine. Being a caffeine addict, my life almost turns meaningless. In the end, I compromse again to gastric acid because of my love for my parent, myself and my friends. This is to prevent esophageal cancer taking away my life. Afterall, I believe living is great.
Writing this book is another struggle for me. In the beginning, I really don't want to write at all. And I was angry that why I have to disclose my life like others do. I felt transparent writing my own story. I don't want to write AT ALL. As I follow a moderate path, my life is plain. I found nothing special to share. I am afraid I would look stupid. Moreover, I am not a conspicuous person who would do something really astonishing. Story written by a non-dramatic person must be boring. "I DON'T WANT IT!" shouted my heart.
Until one day, I saw our old book "S.H.E Daybook" in my friend A Mi's home. Reading the content, I discussed and laughed with my friend. I felt that I have grown up and changed a lot these years. "Writing book is nice" said A Mi "At least it can capture one period of your life. Without a dairy, many memory would evaporate and the past is forgotten. This is such a loss." I seem to gain some power with this statement. There was keen struggle between writing the book or not. I said I would compromise happily. Hence, I tried to write it like a sharing with friends. Even though I don't have an exciting life, my life and thought are healthy. That is enough if my words can benefit others. Not only compromise, I took up a pen to share with you something about me. My life is a piece of white cloth being pulled in an irregular shape. I use a positive attitude to draw colorful painting on it. The cloth is not ugly, even a bit cute. Hope you will like it!
S.H.E will share part of the content of their new book in the radio program this week. It talks about Selina's story about "Tears of G-Cup". This is the version read by Selina. I have also revised the translation according to Selina's narration.
Selina:
When we were small, we tried hard not to make mistake. The hard work is to remember what means wrong. If you have made a mistake, you tend to make another. You will realize how many mistakes you have made when you are caught. My story begins with a mistake. I have the most shameful experience in primary 5.
I was the most beautiful girl in my class at that time. Haha I hope my primary classmates would not oppose my word. I was friend with the second most beautiful girl in the class. So other girls would come to our desks and chat with us. We were young and we talked trivial things. Our topic usually began with "Do you know...".
One day, someone said XXX's breast was big. During puberty, the one who grow first was usually the focus. Later, that girl heard about this and she cried. My teacher thought it was me and my friend who did it. The teacher asked them to stand on the stage. We had listened and talked about this because we were surrounded by others. But we did not initiate the topic.
But the teacher asked the boys to bring 2 basketballs. She required us to put the basketball into our clothes. My friend has tough character like Hebe. She bore the punishment without a word. But I keep crying and the tears dropped on the suddenly-grown breast of mine. I could not hear what the teacher said. When the lesson was finished, I continued crying on my desk. I cried convulsively. It was not a cramp, it was convulsion. I told myself not to cry but I could not control myself to an extent that my ears were stuffed. Under this circumstance, you rather die in this shameful lesson. I was carried to the teacher by my classmte and she found that I was so sad. She asked me to go to the teacher's desk in the front of the classroom. I was paralysed and could not move. 2 classmates held me under my arms. The teacher was shocked and she comforted me. My legs were blunt and I fell on the ground.
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Et puis une dernière d'Hebe pour la route :
"Tear Reservoir" means the amount of tear reserved. People said God has assigned everything such as wealth for man. Someone may be born in a rich family but someone may be poor until his death. It also applies to love. Someone receives a lot of love from family, lover, friends and the world. Some people have small "Love Reservoir". Once it is full, they have to give love to others so that they can continue to receive love. "Tear Reservoir" should also be assigned by God or else crying would not be that difficulty for me. I find myself hard to cry and tearless.
My mom said I love crying when I was small. I am sure that my "Tear Reservoir" was used up at that time. Just like stupid hiker who breathe oxygen in his gas tank in the mountainside. When he is most in need of oxygen on the peak, nothing is left in the tank. This is more or less the situation of my tear.
It is very difficulty to cry during the filming of drama. My reason has to be blamed. I always found the storyline unreasonable to cry. Being sad is very enough, why I have to cry like doomsday is coming? The more rational I am, the more difficult for me to cry.
My sisters (Selina and Ella) are crybabies. We always face touching moments and they will start bursting into tears. I feel touched and I have gooseflesh all over my body. But my tears won't come out. Maybe my subconscious thinks it is touching but not to an extent that I need to cry.
Since I was small, I have a touch image that I am not easy to cry. I don't like crying in front of others and the media. It is because crying makes my parent worry. Therefore I trained myself not to cry easily. I would hide myself before I cry. The reason for crying is sometimes trival. It's a bit embarrassing to say here. hahaha Also, my parent would know that they have over-reacted. So I must hide to cry.
During my school time, I thought about the meaning of life. Coming to this world alone is like being placed in a bubble. Drifting around and dying alone. I felt very lonely and I cried hard in my blanket. During the promotion period of the albums, I felt my character is not suitable to deal with the media. I thought I am not a pleasing person and my work is painful. But I truly thought that I have the responsibility to do promotion. So I cried in my room or during bathing. When I was in love, I cried because of trivial things. I cried so hard that I forgot the reason of crying. How silly!
In the recent years, the blockage of my tear gland improved. Some tears come out when I watch movies and read novels. I do not dare to think carefully about the lyrics of some touching songs like Luo Yu Sheng of Jiang Hui and Hui Hu Xi De Tong of Fish Leong. Otherwise, I will cry in KTV or some happy parties. What a shame!
Maybe I cried too much and was such a difficult baby to take care. Now God makes me both rational and sentimental. I cannot cry or simply do not dare to cry when I wanted to. God, you are so naughty.
This is one of the most sorrowful memory in my life. Now, I always stuff things inside my clothes (hahaha) Whenever I did this, I recall the 2 basketballs and my tears because of the "G-Cup". In fact, life is like that. You think it is the doom at that time but it becomes less significant when you look back a few years later.
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