Happy Lunar Year of the Fire Horse! I'm a horse and this gives my age away. Yes, come my birthday this year, I'd be 48. You wouldn't be able to tell that from the above picture taken a few weeks ago at Sunnyside Nude Beach though. As the photo was taken during dusk and not very clear and bright, I used A.I. to enhance it, that's why I look too "clean" in it.
Believe it or not, this is the first time I've used A.I. in this way, not least because this is the number one non-surgical way to look younger in this modern age. When you can't beat them, there's only one thing you can do right?
To be honest, I've been avoiding A.I. for the longest time as I think it could be a slippery slope once you know how life can be "simplified" or "spiced up". I've been doing well without A.I. up till now, and just like my experiment owning a smartwatch many years ago, I can confirm that I don't need A.I. or a smartwatch.
In fact, I hope the A.I. bubble gets burst soon, just like the dot com crash, as I can't wait to see how these lazy, almost paralysed A.I.-hooked people struggle. And no, this is not paranoia, rather, it's me shuddering at the thought of the next generation of doctors and lawmakers nurtured by A.I., having their brains slowly but surely rotting away.
In other news, my mum assumed that I was going back home for Chinese New Year and was sorely disappointed when I told her I was not. It seems my roster only allows me to go back for the 2028 CNY, so I told her I'll be back some time before the end of this year. Although it was great to see my mum very healthy and doing so well, I felt quite guilty as she bought a lot of food to cook up a feast for me. Hang in there, I'm coming home soon!
Somehow this break feels short even though I have 29 instead of 28 days of rest. That being said, I still managed to squeeze in a new song, the first one written in 2026. Being quite prolific, I tend to run out of stories to tell, and so just for fun, I decided to construct a tale of unrequited love using electrical terms.
I'm not sure if the words make total sense but hey, no matter how bad the song is, at least I can call it my own. Most importantly, no A.I. was used or will ever be used in my musical offerings. What's the point of creating art if one resorts to such unnecessary evil?
In the face of blogs becoming an obsolete avenue for self-expression, I do want to thank all of you who manage to spare this humble (100% human) blogger a few minutes of your time over the past many years to allow my music to reach a wider audience.
Come tomorrow, I'll start reading emails and handover notes in preparation for Rotation #29 in PNG, but today, on the 6th day of this new lunar year, I present you my newest song that will hopefully grant you the electrifying power to make all your wishes come true.
[绝缘体]
只怪我自己想太多
你沉默到底
我无话可说
隔着了膜
相同的极性抵着我
负负就是错
怎修成正果
拜托别离开我
原来我是一个绝缘体
在爱情世界里
难道就只能各分东西
负载承受不起
原来你也是个绝缘体
像镜子里的自己
再接地也接近不了你
我们的回忆一闪而过
一百万瓦时的折磨
那么刺激
那么无处可躲
为什么你地雷这么多
告诉我布的阵怎过
心房的门上牢了的锁
要怎么攻破
原来我是一个绝缘体
在爱情世界里
难道就只能各分东西
阻抗是你唯一讯息
原来你也是个绝缘体
像镜子里的自己
再接地也触碰不到你
原来我需要个变压器
增加爱的力气
就算我们不能在一起
心跳不一样频率
原来你是一个断路器
把所有希望浇熄
用你最擅长的冷处理
零下二七三度 C
[Insulator]
I blame myself for overthinking
To your silence
I have nothing to say
Separated by a barrier
Your same polarity repels me
Both of our being negative is a mistake
It will yield no positive ending
Please do not leave me
I am an insulator
In this world of love
Is breaking up the only way
When we no longer can carry the load
You are too an insulator
Like myself looking into a mirror
No matter how grounded I am
Our memories flash before us
A million watt-hour of torture
So stimulating
So impossible to avoid
Why do I have to navigate through minefields
Tell me how do I traverse to reach
The heart that you have locked up
How do I break through
I am an insulator
In this world of love
Is breaking up the only way
Impedance is the only signal you send
You are too an insulator
Like myself looking into a mirror
No matter how grounded I am
Turns out I need a transformer
To add strength to my love
Even though we are not together
'Cos our hearts beat at different frequencies
Turns out you are a circuit breaker
Dousing the flames of hope
Your forté is offering that cold treatment
At negative 273 degrees Celsius
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