Think of one word when you see this picture. Let me guess? Castlevania.
Rumors have been flying around about this Castlevania : Lord of Shadows installment and Kojima Production sure knows how to harvest media buzzes. What would Kojima do to Castlevania? Castlevania’s cultists are expecting major improvements to the series after the controversial Order of Ecclesia, moreover if Kojima were to helm it.
Fan Bing Bing 范冰冰 | September 16, 1981
H: 168cm | W: 52kg | Zodiac: Virgo| Chinese Zodiac: Rooster | Blood: B
Talents: Dancing, piano, flute, swimming and ice skating
Languages: Mandarin, English and Shandong dialect
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It happened rarely and happened a long long time ago, you can call it love at the first sight or a childish crush. I didn’t even know her name yet back then, but her image was clasped forever in my memory.
Yeah, at that time all people are still sane and TV stations are quite dependable on what kind of programs they aired. I’m probably in a junior-high or something like that when it all happened. You see, there’s this TV Series called Huan Zhu Ge Ge, an adaptation of a classic literature story about a boyish princess, a ladylike princess and her maid; this series was a total hit back then, everybody would be watching it and get a laugh out of it and it was such a huge success that it propelled its actors and actress into stardom. Most of my friend were gone head over heel for Ruby Lin, and the rest would have fallen for Vicky Zhou’s cuteness, but not for me.
As for me, I find myself attracted to their maid, Jin Suo whom played by Fan Bing Bing.
It’s weird to have fallen for an actress whose name you dont even know in addition to her teeny role. Yes, of course years went by and suddenly every boys knows her name and idolize her, they even build their own Fan Forum for her. But to me, she’s always be my Jin Suo.
Watch the MV on YouTube here
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If I hurt you with my capriciousness,
Can you remind me gently?
I know I’m impatient,
That’s because I am afraid to miss you.
One of many wonderful songs sung by Fish Leung, for a long time I never had any intention to know what this song means until one day. The lyrics are a perfect match to the melody, a truly superb composition of melancholy and emotional voice that will left you crying at the middle of the night, thinking of the one you love.
“You know, if you live hard and play hard and you burn the candle at both ends, you pay the price for it. You know in this life you can lose everything you love, everything that loves you. Now I don’t hear as good as I used to and I forget stuff and I aint as pretty as I used to be but god damn it I’m still standing here and I’m The Ram” - Randy ‘The Ram’ Robinson
As we already know, both the movie and the song are superb and complement each other in a way. It taught me alot personally about walking the path that we choose, how to straighten back our seat in bumpy roads. It’s about faith, it’s about getting up after receiving blow after blow. If you die, at least you die trying.
Rain softened me
It poured hard out there
whilst I’m here,
wrapped in four-sided walls
I miss seeing those droplets dripping down, now that my room has no window.
Just another rainy day short-note..
A poem composed by Cao Cao, the late Wei-ruler in the Three Kingdoms period. Notice the harmonious perspective of Cao Cao, despite his villainish interpretation. I often compared him with Oda Nobunaga, for they share such a unique yet cunning charisma.
To My Wine (對酒)
Author: Cao Cao
Translated by: Lady Wu (shunsangxiang@hotmail.com)對酒歌，太平時，吏不呼門。
王者賢且明，宰相股肱皆忠良。
咸禮讓，民無所爭訟。
三年耕有九年儲，倉谷滿盈。
斑白不負載。
雨澤如此，百谷用成。
卻走馬，以糞其土田。
爵公侯伯子男，咸愛其民，以黜陟幽明。
子養有若父与兄。
犯禮法，輕重隨其刑。
路無拾遺之私。
囹圄空虛，冬節不斷。
人耄耋，皆得以壽終。
恩德廣及草木昆虫。To my wine I sing
of the times of peace,
when officers shall not make calls at the door.
The ruler is bright and virtuous,
His ministers loyal and trustworthy.
Abiding by propriety and courtesy,
The people have no cause for lawsuits.From three years of farming, nine years of stores,
The granaries overflow with grains –
While the elderly have no need to labour.
Rainfall is abundant and of proper time,
The myriad of crops a great harvest yields.
From the highways are pulled back mighty steeds,
Their manure used to fertilize the fields.From dukes down to viscounts,
all love the common people,
demoting the unworthy, raising up the good –
As fathers and brothers they nurture the people.
Those who defy the law
are punished according to the severity;
though none is so selfish as to take roadside property.
The jails are all empty,
and on Solstice day no sentences are pronounced.All live to eighty or ninety,
and pass away only of old age.
The ruler’s compassion touches all creatures equally.
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Love is a love song in your eyes. It’s the literal translation of the title. Jocie Guo’s sentimentality enhanced the song beautifully, while Nicole Wang’s voice gently amped the classic touch of the song. Both versions are very beautiful and mellow. This particular song touched me deeply ; left me vulnerable. Although I can only understand a bit of the lyric, the seductive melody itself is enough to made my mind wander. A miraculous song indeed.
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I remembered watching this anime back then, and I’m listening to its soundtrack, ‘One More Time, One More Chance’ whilst writing this piece right now. Masayoshi Yamazaki’s vibrant, rich voice never failed to touch my inner-self and render me vulnerable. The lyric was briliantly composed and companied the melodies beautifully.
I’m always searching, for your figure to appear somewhere
On the opposite platform, in the windows along the lane
Even though I know you couldn’t be at such a place
It’s really painful yet solemn, hope is.
“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain”
– Anonymous.
Rain poured down endlessly this morning, soaking everything, including me, my breakfast and my rusty bicycle. A great way to start a morning if you ask me, it made you feel alive, like a brush accent that completed a painting.
After changing to my usual tee, I leisurely take out the small rattan armchair. I slug my back, trying to improvise with its firm measurement while my hands, as if had mind of their own, reaching for the nearest pack, gently put one between my lips, and covered them as the other hand light it.
I savor the rain.
According to my landlady, that armchair was left here for some particular reason. She once said that the chair is cursed, that anyone bold enough to sleep in that chair were never to wake up from it again. She oftenly cited that his dearest husband were one of its victim. If I had a pint for every breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a constant meeting with a heart surgeon, I might just fall asleep anywhere and not waking up from it anymore.
Familiar ringing had thrown me back to my rain-savoring. It’s her, I guess, since I only accept text messages from a limited list of human beings. My parents are long from gone since their divoce twenty-something years ago and I couldn’t remember the last time I had anything connected to them. My so-called friends only texts me when they’re in a pinch or similar situations. There’s only a handful colleagues that contacted me for advice or work-related matters.
And her.
How are you today?
Wet. I texted her back.
You must be enjoying your silly rain right now, are you?
Rain isn’t silly, your silence is. Sent.
And I waited for like five minutes or so, but there was no reply.
