Watch the MV on Youtube here
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I can only love you in secret
Don’t dare to let you know
Because I know
I can’t give what you’re wishing for
The soft melody picks up, followed by Dave Wang’s raspy voice. All feelings that was forgotten suddenly came rushing, drawing a picture of an innocent youth sky. The lyrics are simple but meaningful with a touch of bitterness inside; admiring a girl from afar, silently.
How mute one love become, when one endures it without words.
Tried it yesterday and in my opinion the most creative gameplay design and the most creative control ever engineered not just in Wii Play: Motion, but throughout Wii titles. The clever implementation of Wii MotionPlus enhanced motion and Wiimote’s internal speaker really refreshes the fun and interactivity elements of this already decorated family console.
It took me a minute or two to really grasp the concept of the game, including pointing aimlessly throughout the room, but once the idea sets in you’ll be amazed on how it never occured to us that this type of gameplay even exist. Thank you Nintendo for reminding us that clever gameplay design equals fun, not crisp high-polygon graphics or million-dollar soundtracks.
Of course there are other mini-games inside Wii Play: Motion that focuses heavily on the capability of Wii MotionPlus to delivers sophisticated motion recognition like Pose Mii Plus, an enhanced version of the old Wii Play’s Pose Mii, and Wind Runner, a unique racing game which allows player to navigate through a breezy track using an umbrella, but Spooky Search is really the gem worth praising in Wii Play: Motion and video game universe.
Here’s the work I’ve done sometimes ago. I guess some people still need it & it’s better if I posted it somewhere more searchable.
http://rapidshare.com/files/126500484/_NOBU12PK__NataChen-EnglishUIModv018.zip
faster mirror:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/ca7e17gfbvdufr2/_NOBU12PK__NataChen-EnglishUIModv018.zip
I was never good with words from the beginning; I only scored mediocre on all of my Japanese classes, never got praised for anything that I wrote since I was able to write, even my handwriting is awful and nobody could ever read them save me alone. So why start now? Why writing about her at all?
It was for the sake of memories. In order to release them from this bodily cage, I have to transform them into something else, something solid, like words or colors; but colors won’t be much accurate since I only see things in black and white, I am color-blinded.
Her name was Tsubaki, same as the flower. And her cheeks were as red as of the camellia in summertime when she flustered. I never get to know her last name.
I still remembered the first time I saw her, twelve summers ago. I was on my way back from school that day, trotting along the station while holding tight to my backpack’s straps, like many other school days before. She sat quietly on a long station bench; in her right hand was a quite crumpled piece of paper. Her eyes were full of determination back then. She was alone for all I remember.
The next thing that happened remains unclear to me, was it the sun playing tricks on me, or was I, in that instant were daydreaming, or it could be one of millions other possibilities. As I walked pass her, something happened. I never told anyone about this strange experience.
I turned my head to her, trying to read her expression. I couldn’t read her grief back then as grief was still an unfamiliar matter to a sixth grader.
A second later, strange colors begun to crept slowly into my vision, like teabag drowned in a hot water. Not long, I realized the source of that strange color was her. Yes. At first her dark grey sweater was turning pink ever so slowly, as if someone or something had injected the color of flowers into them; then her grey shoes turning bluish like the ocean in slow-motion, and as clear as yesterday, I finally was able to make her jade eyes and her camellia colored cheeks. Mr. Sakata, my old neighbor said I just stood there like a statue and collapsed to the ground not so long after.
I woke up at my room, confused. My feelings got so tangled up I’m unable to speak for a couple of days. Mr. Sakata said it was sunstroke, because of the unusual heat that day, but I know it was something else; something that weather can never do to me.
To some extent, I spent my summer and what’s left from my elementary days hoping to meet that girl again and tell her about that moment. I would spent my afternoon sitting at the same long station bench she sat, reading some random manga or just looking at an endless waves of passengers and trains coming and departing.
Sometimes Mr. Sakata, after finishing his guard shift at the station, would sit beside me and put on some random banter, asking if my manga was any good, or asking if I’m hungry, or school subjects at some occasions. He then, would walk me home before going to his house, a small house behind the station, only few blocks separated from mine.
My life and vision were back to plain black and white again.
Memory is an invisible rain; you don’t feel it pouring but always stepped on its puddle.
I found this cute game that recently got translated into English. It could score a laugh or two, and u could do it sequentially or arbitrary. It’s some kind of joke collections that resembles most of the 80-90′s RPG gameplay.
Some levels are quite straightforward and some is quite puzzling (for a moment). Try it!
I might lose my mind hadn’t I pour these words out from it, for barrages of emotion and writing impulse from inside is too strong to tame. I don’t know, maybe it’s the weather. I need to write, fast, about something, someone, anything; I couldn’t control myself no longer. I hope I could stay in this state for the whole year, maybe I could muster couple of short stories.
I’m in a state of melancholy, listening to oldies and classical mandarin tune which drives my melancholy even further. I can deeply feel my emotions, each one resonating with the song. It torn my heart open and release amount of tears it hold inside. I can’t really tell if it’s empty or full after all.
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.
