#Terence Lam

[nesepalamudu]

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[ryukoishida]

《了了 - 林家謙 & 鄧百亨》 | Alive - Terence Lam & Henry Tang

人本質 該篤信 無所得 翻土撲塵 渺渺 歸土歸塵 了了

Human nature: nothing to be gained Slivers of dirt and dust Return to earth and ashes

天灰透莫名憂鬱 揮手濫情偷泣 該不痛 仍發痛 躺好躺平 卻一再動容

Grey skies, inexplicable melancholy Waving with inconsolable tears It shouldn’t hurt, but it does Lie down, stay calm, yet you’re moved

事故每則會叮囑你 沿路窺聽每句有冤屈 過路仍憤慨 寸步仍偏執 敏感得見血肉見骨

Every accident reminds you Every word you hear contains injustice Passing by with anger Each step unrelenting Sensitivity seeping into flesh and blood

又過一天 或徹喜過 這一天 活性的 頭顱內 萬念 逐秒交纏 暫時閉眼

Another day has passed The complete happiness of this day Millions of thoughts swirling in your head Intertwined with each second, briefly close your eyes

不會拆遷 或徹悲過 這一天 淚瞬息泛染眼邊 難掩 人亂緒百變 難道你我可以倖免

We will not be torn down The complete sadness of this day Tears staining our eyes, impossible to hide Humanity is chaotic and constantly-changing Did you think we would be spared?

人本質 該嚮往 無所失 (尚有「今日」) 「窗開雪來 渺渺」 (尚有「心跳」) 「根枯花殘 了了」 (尚有「幾句未聊」)

Human nature: nothing to long for, nothing to lose (we still have “today”) ”Snow swirling in through open windows” (we still have “heartbeats”) ”Roots and flowers are withered” (we still have “a few unspoken words”)

五感卻 未停供給 (持續供給) 心很淡 仍心急 (名曰 「深刻」) 該不笑 才發笑 輾轉等來破曉 總不少 (長夜輾轉想起 某一個他 某堆磚瓦)

Five senses continue to supply (continuously) Indifferent heart still yearns (“profound”) Laugh when you shouldn’t laugh Countless nights of tossing and turning, waiting for dawn (long nights of thinking of someone, somewhere)

又過一天 (讓你隨時驚豔) 或徹喜過 這一天 (悸動了 一點) 活性的 頭顱內 萬念 (半點) 逐秒交纏 暫時閉眼

Another day has passed (surprising you) The complete happiness of this day (a little moved) Millions of thoughts swirling in your head (half a thought) Intertwined with each second, briefly close your eyes

不會拆遷 (晚睡 是場修練) 或徹悲過 這一天 (眼淚 證實了 惦念) 淚瞬息泛染眼邊 難掩 (為何沉澱 未曾被你 遇見的 所有遇見？) 人亂緒百變 難道你我可以倖免 (若飄雪劃上 驟暖的臉？)

We will not be torn down (sleeping late is a kind of training) The complete sadness of this day (yearning is evidenced by our tears) Tears staining our eyes, impossible to hide (why do all the encounters you haven’t encountered yet sink to the bottom?) Humanity is chaotic and constantly-changing Did you think we would be spared? (if the snow caresses our warm cheeks?)

青絲不剪 (如繁花開遍) 髮牽的痛 與日作添 (留明日呈獻？)

Uncut hair (like flowers blooming) Increasing pain of hair pulling (to be presented tomorrow?)

若有一天 願 歇息了 這一天 疾世間 浮華內 獨善 (荏苒) 未有失眠 沒情與愛枉費掛牽 (素願償起 差一點 有下次歷險)

If there is a day May we rest on this day To remain the sole kindness in this diseased, dazzling world (time passes) No insomnia, no waste of love and affection (my wish granted, our almost-adventure)

夢 脫胎了 這一天 (夢 再生在 某一天) 動魄的 避免上演 無險 (驚心動魄的 明明仍樂見 為何避免) 人亂緒百變 (未喜徹) 難道你我需要復建 (未悲徹 別放下句點)

Dreams reborn on this day (dreams reawakened on some day) Let’s avoid the thrills, no risk (yet we’re happy to be thrilled, so why avoid it) Humanity is chaotic and constantly-changing (not completely happy) Do we need to rebuild all this? (not completely sad, don’t stop)

人本質 想一世 無得失 (會記得笑) 「呼之既來 渺渺」 (會記得哭) 「揮之則除 了了」 (人哪有不出意料)

Human nature: nothing to be gained or lost (remember to laugh) “When the call comes” (remember to cry) “Wave it away” (no one is surprised)

[marikosenwrites]

favourite (music) artists?

umm i mostly listen to j-pop and cantopop i don't really listen to taylor swift...please don't judge me for this

but my favorite song (thats english) has gotta be numb little bug

NOW MY FAVORITE ARTIST

for j-pop, it's YOASOBI and for cantopop, it's MIRROR (boy band) and terence lam but anyhow, i appreciate music a whole lot! and i love music! music is kind of my life pillar to keep me working to be honest

[xyzphiner]

Whatever, Sloppily Love (Translate, 20230813) [Eason Chan - 是但求其愛]

If love seeks only happiness1 (If love sloppily seeks happiness) – I asked and not ask love to be sorrowful? (should we also seek sorrowfulness in love?)

Clumsy for half of my life -- I can't comprehend what love is. Looking back, I never earnestly planned for my future. Now living in solitude, I get to reflect and examine what love is and then you are here.

Amidst the chaos, I met you. The romance camouflages everything into hope and anticipation. I suddenly feel that our affection is so deep, so adorable for a moment. Through the echo of my confession, I realized that sentience was never the same as love.

If one seeks only a lifetime of love (If one sloppily seeks forever love) -- you asked and fear – only fear – casually trapped in this love until the end of my life. (and fear -- only fear – trapped in this love until the end of my life.) [and fear my only fear of this love is to be trapped in eternity.] You endeared your parents, I hold compassion for my dear friends, we are both good people no matter how.

If love seeks only sincerity (If love sloppily seeks someone sincere) – I asked and not ask love to be faithful? (should we also seek loyalty in love?) Even if our ideologies and philosophies are mostly aligned yet we fail to harmonize then it isn't worth discussing how match we can be.

Upon parting (upon encountering) I wasn't expecting a deep hug sparked the unexpected flames between us. I hallucinated that we could resume this once-upon-a-time relationship for a moment. As I comprehend that moment and reminisce this feeling is not love.

If one seeks only a lifetime of love (If one sloppily seeks forever love) -- you asked and fear -- only fear -- casually trapped in this love until the end of my life. (and fear -- only fear -- trapped in this love until the end of my life.) [and fear my only fear of this love is to be trapped in eternity.] You seek perfection at work, I work diligently for my future, how could we have attention divided?

If love seeks only sincerity (If love sloppily seeks someone sincere) -- I asked and not ask love to be faithful? (should we also seek loyalty in love?) Even if our ideologies and philosophies are mostly aligned yet we fail to harmonize then it isn't worth discussing how match we can be.

If love only seeks peace of mind (If love sloppily seeks to be at ease) and fear – only fear – this love to be casually stable. (and fear -- only fear -- this tranquility of love.) [and fear my only fear of this love is stability.]

If love only seeks this lifetime with regrets (if love sloppily gives this lifetime with regrets) should we ask for another life? (Should we not ask for another life?) [Should we ask for another sloppy lover?] {Should we not ask for another sloppy lover?} Depends on the abilities of the two and if their scars of love are a perfect match.

The love of diversity -- the seven prismatic colors, the five flavors of taste even more dust would fall into the five aggregates of clinging.

[sleepyhaed]

tagged by @cetoddle thnks :3 shuffling my playlist and posting 10 songs but there's not that many on this playlist so sorry 🙏🏻

nct 127 - 2 baddies

billlie - eunoia

pinocchiop - god-ish

stray kids - s-class

billkin, pp krit - รู้งี้เป็นแฟนกันตั้งนานแล้ว (Safe Zone)

wendy - like water

newjeans - cool with you

twice - like ooh ahh

terence lam - 小林不動產

enhypen - bite me

whoever wants can do this i hate tagging people sksjjd 🫶🏻

[vse-kar-vem]

terence lam save me terence lam

[xinyuehui]

For your spotify wrapped: 5, 15, and 25?

Hi anon!!! ♫♫♫

5. XG - GRL GVNG

15. Terence Lam - Virgo

25. Jiang Xue'er - Yan Wu Xie

send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

[stateofsport211]

📸 ATP Challenger Livestream (via website)

Even though Chak Lam Coleman Wong advanced to his maiden Challenger final at the cost of second seed Aleksandar Kovacevic's withdrawal, he had several notable wins en route to the final by defeating in-form third seed Terence Atmane 3-6, 6-3, 7-5 in the second round and saved 3 match points in his comeback win against qualifier Tsung-Hao Huang 4-6, 7-5, 6-3 in the quarterfinals. He faced a more experienced first seed James Duckworth, who defeated Bu Yunchaokete 6-1, 6-2 in another statement win.

The experience somehow proved itself right at the start of the match, which was more evident during the pressure points. After J. Duckworth held his service game 1-0, Coleman's backhand error in a +1 shot attempt caused J. Duckworth to open up his chances before a double fault created his break point, which was converted as a result of Coleman's forehand error, again (2-0). J. Duckworth then consolidated his lead to 3-0.

However, Coleman started to be out-paced as a result of numerous unforced errors. After J. Duckworth's two backhand return aces, which contributed toward his break point construction several points later, Coleman erred his forehand for its conversion before Duckworth strengthened the lead to 5-0. Another edition of forehand error led Coleman to face 3 set points, and while he managed to save all of them and even had a game point out of his working drop shot, they ended up being foiled. Coleman's double fault led him to face another set point, which was insufficient to stay in the set at the cost of another forehand error to close a rally in an attempt to respond to J. Duckworth's backhand, leading the latter to serve the inevitable first set bagel (6-0).

[independentartistbuzz]

Hear POLUN’s Catchy Pop Tunes in Debut EP ‘Trillium’

Having started off as a classically trained pianist obsessed with west-coast hip hop, Toronto-based POLUN (寶麟) sets himself apart with a sonic style rooted in versatility. Under the producer/songwriter moniker Terence “TEE” Lam, he made his industry debut producing the 2014 JUNO Award-winning R&B/Soul Recording of the Year, Can’t Choose, by JRDN.

Creating an infectious sound that infuses unique pop melodies with emotionally charged beats, he unveils his debut EP as POLUN. Trillium is an intimate soundscape inspired by the beautiful, decade-long relationship with his wife and named after their proposal spot, with the artwork references the Trillium resort.

The essence of the journey is captured in this versatile collection of catchy pop tunes with vocals from some of POLUN’s favourite collaborators. The latest track, “Love U Better” with Atom Martin, celebrates the realization that life is better with one’s significant other and strives for its permanence. 

Listen to “Love U Better” here

https://ffm.to/loveubetter

[leumasto]

"Shall We Talk" Mental Health Promotion & Animation（2023）

Key Visual & Ad Placements Illustrator: Furze Chan Creative Director: Leumas To Graphic Designer: Chloe Poon & Sharon Ng

Animation Series Narrator: Eason Chan, Terence Lam, Serrini Illustrator & Animator: Furze Chan Creative Director: Leumas To Script Writer: Louis Miha & Serrini

Client: Advisory Committee on Mental Health Agency: Jervois One Consulting Team: Lester Yang, Clara Kwok, Lorraine Lau

Merit Award, DFA Design for Asia Awards

[toddlazarski]

“Irreverant”

The A.V. Club

It is probably a bad omen when a crocodile devours the officiant at a wedding. But these things happen, down under, with a scream and a tossed bouquet and, soon, a shoulder shrug, and then a “not another Reverend'' air of exasperation. So opens Irreverent, a twee, not so irreverent premise-driven comedic drama that pits sunny, beachy Australian gallows humor against cynical American opportunism, and lightly roasts religious dogma with Mafia cutthroattery.

  Paddy Macrae sets his tale in the fictional, wonderfully named Clump, a fill-in for Clump Point, that was shot, lovingly, sunnily, in Mission Beach, Queensland. The country’s gold coast imbues everything with an air of warm breezy bullshit that swirls through the tiny town’s stereotypical plot of petty criminals, slackers, and half-lovable beachbum Luddites. All of them marinate in endless blue sky and blond beach and breakfasts of vegemite, along with the same quotidian frustrations as back here, on the other side of the world. 

Colin Donnell stars as Paulo, a kind of reverse Crocodile Dundee, a generically good looking leadman, the kind to play as a perennial mom favorite on a network medical drama — he was Dr. Connor Rhodes in Chicago Med. He hits like a down-guide cable TV Ryan Reynolds, a dollar store Justin Theroux, with continuous five-o'clock shadow and smartass gritted teeth and brow-furrowing air of annoyance as he half-heartedly grapples with questions of faith and humanity. Questions he wanted nothing to do with in the first place. In Chicago he operated as some type of mafia mediator, one able to fall back on loose and affable charm — “you're not gonna send me to heaven tonight, buddy,” he says to a would-be hitman. In that case at least, he was right, minutes later ending up the last man standing over a mountainous briefcase full of someone else’s loot. He takes the money and runs, not stopping until his conscience lands him in the pitiful web of a hard-drinking ex-Reverend in Australia. Paulo is capable of mafia negotiations, auto theft, pick-pocketry, fisticuffs, he even plays a little keys, but when he wakes up on the first day of lamming it, with his stolen wares missing, he needs to don this holy man’s discarded robe to begin a trail back to what he lost.   

Yes, the premise makes little sense, in an almost impressive way. Just know that the basic conceit is the contrast of a pseudo gangster connected guy spruced up — in his “dog collar” —  as a leader of a faraway flock. It is a fish out of water mobster scenario, unfortunately premiering the same month as another, flashier one — Tulsa King, featuring a septuagenarian tough guy turn from Sylvester Stallone. The difference, of course, is that that telling boasts one of the biggest Hollywood stars to ever live and two of the most gifted showrunner/writers of this generation (Taylor Sheridan and Terence Winter). A generous reading could suggest that Irreverent is My Blue Heaven to that show’s Goodfellas (both movies were released within a month of each other, both angles on the story of real life mobster Henry Hill). But, really, neither are likely to leave much of an impression. While Tulsa scratches the boomer itch for muscly knowing swagger, this show feels like a whimsical early winter dose of sunshiney cutesy. Both feature a protagonist out of their element, snarky and bemused, doing what they know, instinctively, building a new crew, of sorts.  

Paulo busily, worriedly tries to track down the man who stole his small fortune (P.J. Byrne as Mackenzie, in the comedic highlight of the show, recognizable for his role in The Wolf of Wall Street, another connection to Terence Winter and Tulsa King), navigating single-bar cell reception for hushed talks with Lou back home, the helpful sidekick, who helps and warns while stalking amongst his gym’s punching bags in Chicago. Meanwhile Mackenzie doesn’t see the reason he and Paulo can’t still be friends, he responds to a phone threat with, “you sound like Liam Neeson,” eventually refers to himself as Bryan Mills, after Neeson’s character in Taken, takes to calling Paulo during Zumba classes to leave Reverential advice on how to run weddings, pick Bible passages, etc. 

At the same time Paulo’s former outfit back home puts out a hit, leading him further into the relatively safe confines of holiness and middle-of-nowhere, end-of-the-world Australia. Just when he thought he was out, they pull him back in. And back in, and back in, until inevitably, he’s climbing a belltower for reception, again, leading Palm Sunday mass, emceeing as holy man for the funeral of a dog, for the funeral of a beloved local bar owner.   

Clump is a well-packed pantry of such stock, if not entirely unlovable, local characters. There is the hardass cop and village conscience, the god fearer, distant friends coming back together, wayward teenagers dreaming only of leaving, the star-crossed lovers, eager to tie their knot despite the last go round ending in a wedding video featuring the preacher getting “gnawed” by the aforementioned crocodile. 

While it can often feel tender, even endearing, especially the blooming friendship between Paulo and his teenage roommate, Daisy (a wonderful Tegan Stimson), it is only ever really funny in a vaguely sophomoric, obvious way. And it tries very hard to be funny: The locals wager on how long the new Reverend will survive; Paulo smashes a broken religious music-bumping stereo with a rock; a hot-to-trot single volunteers hornily, to “give him mouth to mouth;” he uses the Lord’s name in vain, obviously; he explains a mile is a “masculine kilometer.” He wonders why “everything is so far apart” in this foreign land, as he runs on the sand, pondering why the town is “stuck in 1982.” He researches at a generator-driven, dial-up connected internet cafe. A non-believer clumsily reading from the big book up at the pulpit is funny, but, it’s the church —  talk about low hanging fruit.

Everyone needs him for different reasons, and, yes, he comes to need them. In the meantime most of the characters spend time bumping into one another, “shouting upstairs waiting for answers,” as one townie refers to praying, everything playing off the belief we have in people in a costume, in a role. “God doesn’t even know where Clump is,” one character opines early on. And that’s really what the show is about: being lost, and found, as Paulo says, “at the end of the world, sweating my balls off, slapping mosquitoes, fighting off… bogan’s?” By the end of two episodes you’ll have a good idea what a bogan is. And by the end of episode five you’ll be primed to make “then you might be, a bogan” jokes yourself. 

[laplaylistes]

林家謙 Terence Lam《記得》Official Music Video

林家謙 Terence Lam《記得》Official Music Video https://laplaylist.es/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/hqdefault-12643.jpg

[littlecloverstar]

Wallpaper Project @lyrical.stars  
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Set 421:  Terence Lam

[ryukoishida]

《一人之境》 – 林家謙 | “Solitude” / “Scenery for One” – Terence Lam

派對裡凝望 友伴笑臉八個十個 節奏裡搖盪 快樂中感寂寞 散去了回望 有著丁點孤寡 但自由 想拆開交結的網 獨佔天清氣朗

Staring at my friends’ smiling faces at a party Swaying to the rhythm, lonely in this moment of joy As we disperse, I look back; a little lonely but free I want to tear apart this caging net, and have the clear sky all to myself

泥路上邊走邊數數腳印 竟發現某些裂痕 聽到內心 學會修補再嵌 別把聲音軟禁

Counting footprints while walking on the mud path, I discover some cracks I hear my own heart — I learn to put myself back together; don’t let your voice be hindered

一個人原來都可以盡興 多了人卻還沒多高興 沉默看星 聽到月光呼應 繼而平靜到訪這一人之境 原來也很高興 獨個俯瞰每顆山幽之嶺 乾一罐的汽水 呼出嘆息 快樂懶說明 no~ 自己一個做證

It turns out being by myself can be a lot of fun; being in a crowd is not as pleasant Gazing at the stars in silence, I hear the echo of the moonlight; so quiet that I’ve visited this scenery for one It turns out looking over at each secluded peak and valley alone can be a lot of fun Finish a can of soda, release a sigh, no need to explain this happiness, no~ I’ll be my own testimony 

沿路亮起街燈撫摸著我 光線綻放出冀望 浮雲日出幻變中交錯過 像已找到答案

The streetlights gently caress me, glowing with hope Flowing clouds and sunrise intertwine within this illusion, as if the answer has been found

一個人原來都可以盡興 多了人卻還沒多高興 沉默看星 期待日光牽領 繼而平靜到訪這風花雪之境 原來已很高興 獨個觀看世間變幻事情 乾一罐的汽水 呼出泡影 聽著那共鳴聲 是種心理回應

It turns out being by myself can be a lot of fun; being in a crowd is not as pleasant Gazing at the stars in silence, expecting the sunlight to lead me Calmly to this scenery of flowers and snow It turns out looking at the changing world alone can be a lot of fun Finish a can of soda, exhale some bubbles, listen to the resonance It’s a psychological response

[betterme2]