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The film opens as Jiang Zhishu is riding on his bike. Yuan Xiangqin walks past Jiang Zhishu and trips on the stairs, taking along Zhishu's phone. As Jiang Zhishu tries to figure how to save Yuan Xiangqin and his phone from breaking, Xiangqin reluctantly grabs on to his tie and their lips meet, signaling their first meeting. She then meets Jiang Zhishu again at a school assembly as he talks about his ongoing project in Boston, and finds out he's an extraordinarily smart person with a 200IQ score in the A class.

Two years later, Xiangqin is seen to support Zhishu at Zhishu's mother's request but is left out of his life as Zhishu wants to live his own life and become a veterinary doctor. Xiangqin follows Zhishu around, only to see another woman living at his apartment but finds out that she is there for business only. She is relieved and Zhishu kisses Xiangqin one more time before finding out his father becoming sick and thus takes over his business, adding stress and pressure to his life. Caring for Xiangqin but prioritizing the business, he throws away Xiangqin in order to marry another woman to merge their businesses and thus save his father's business. Xiangqin then promptly rejects his love and runs away. Zhishu's father and mother disagree with Zhishu's decision to marry and tells him it should be from his heart whom he should marry.

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After releasing a first batch of Korean, Japanese and UK titles in 2015, he hit the jackpot with Korean zombie thriller Train To Busan, which became a runaway success, raking in $12m at the Taiwanese box office in 2016. Chang also saw success with feelgood Indian sports drama Dangal, which grossed $6m in Taiwan in 2017. Both films opened up the Taiwanese market for their respective countries.

Saya mungkin bukan kencan, ciuman atau, cinta yang pertama, tapi saya ingin menjadi yang terakhir.

I may not be your first date, kiss, or love, but I want to be your last.

Oxytocin is known for being "the love hormone." It helps bond people closer together, it's what keeps some people monogamous, it can lower your inhibitions, and it can help you become more open and trusting of others. Simple things like hugging, kissing, and cuddling, can chemically bond you to your partner.

When it's the first time you've experienced that with someone, it can be hard to forget them. But that isn't the only reason why it's so hard to get your first love out of your head. According to experts, your first love actually impacts your brain.

These "feel good" chemicals can cause you to feel euphoria and intense pleasurable feelings, especially when they're combined with physical touch. According to Buckley, neurotransmitter release is even more heightened when sex is involved. When you experience this during your teenage years, the brain's reward pathway is wired to be particularly sensitive to gratifying and intense experiences like falling in love and having sex.

Once you've experienced something so good like falling in love for the first time, you're likely to chase after that feeling again and again. It's a major reason why people are hung up on their first love long after the relationship has ended.

Just because your first love is hard to forget, it doesn't mean that it's the true love you'll ever have. But if moving on still feels hard for you, even years later, Buckley says there are a few key things you can to do to get over them.

When the Indonesian film Arisan! came out in 2003, critics praised it for its positive depiction of a same-sex relationship. Directed by Nia Dinata and written by Joko Anwar, the film featured the first on-screen kiss between two gay male characters in Indonesian cinema.

It marks the first feature written by future auteur Joko Anwar, and it reflects his interest in making films that probe the gritty realities of Indonesian society, such as dealing with homosexuality in a socially conservative country. But it also captured a unique and fleeting moment in time, when state control over media and society had relaxed sufficiently that a blockbuster could openly explore themes of homosexuality, but before the rise of Islamic conservatism effectively stamped out such films in contemporary Indonesia.

ROSELIE NEVER WENT OUT BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS. In fact, even from an early age she never had any friends, cosseted by her jealous and possessive mother, and mixing with the family only because she had to. The conversations of her teenage cousins obsessed with their first kiss, or cousins now grown into womanhood obsessed with the performance or, alas, nonperformance in bed of their husbands and lovers, bored her. Ever since Simone Bazin des Roseraies, nee Folle-Follette, had left Cape Town to follow her husband and consul to Somalia, she had no one but Dido to keep her company, and she treasured those moments. It's only normal. The popular saying goes that a woman needs another woman to talk to. Men are from Mars, women from Venus, and I didn't invent the expression. But enough of that.

One evening Roselie found herself sitting not far from the lovely, golden-skinned Simone, who positively glowed, during a showing of Euzhan Palcy's Sugar Cane Alley. She had seen the film again and again in Paris, N'Dossou, and New York. She never missed a showing, not merely for its merits as a movie but because Euzhan Palcy's miserere each time empowered her with the reality she did not possess. For an hour and a half she could stand up and shout to the disbelievers:

Simone had a short memory; she hadn't always been a bourgeois. She was born in one of the most destitute villages of Martinique. Her father was a cane worker who had been a regular customer at the company rum store. There was never any meat on the table. The family was lucky when the fig bananas were accompanied by a slice of codfish and a little olive oil. At the age often, though she had never worn anything else but sandals, her godmother, a bourgeois mulatto from Precheur, gave her a pair of shiny pumps that her third daughter had not quite worn out. At boarding school she washed and ironed the only two dresses she had, one for weekdays and the nice one for Sunday mass. Right up to graduation she "massacred" the French language, which made her classmates die laughing. When she met Antoine Bazin des Roseraies, a minor aristocrat, nothing more, an egghead and first in his class, she had not been impressed. He had won her over only after a persistent courtship. Then, like in Mira Nair's Monsoon Wedding, after a marriage of convenience, the buds of love had blossomed.

The chief peculiarity, however, which distinguishes them from the other groups of Indo-China is their inordinate love of personal decoration. The passion for finery gives rise to the most embittered rivalry among the women, and takes many curious forms, such as the artificial elongation of the lobe of the ear, in which various ornaments are introduced. This painful process begins in infancy, when the[14] ears are pierced with a sharpened bamboo rod. A wooden ring is inserted in the hole thus made, and weights hung from it, at first small, then increasing in size. The lobe, unnaturally distended, sometimes reaches the shoulder, in which case it is accounted a feature of the greatest beauty, and a husband with every talent and virtue is assured to its fortunate possessor. But it is of prime importance that the ear should remain unbroken. Should the skin give way, the two hanging pieces will be an eternal reproach. No husband will want a woman thus degraded, and a hopeless spinsterhood will be her lot in life.

The principal industry of the Mo is the cultivation of rice. The method adopted, however, is unlike that of the Annamites of the plains. Instead of cultivating a rice-field by continuous irrigation which produces three crops a year, the Mo wait until November, the end of the rainy season. They then clear a portion of the forest large enough to raise a crop for the entire population of the village. In April they set fire to the fallen trunks which the sun has dried. For several days the whole mountain is illuminated by these immense braziers and the crackling of the timbers can be heard for miles around. Finally the ground is covered with a layer of fine ashes, which are washed into the soil by the first rains. Then begins the sowing.

The extraction of iron is carried on by the Catalan method. The mineral in its natural state is first mixed with a large quantity of charcoal and then covered over with clay and collected into a kind of circular bin made of bricks. The mixture is then stirred vigorously for twenty-four hours, at the end of which it liquefies and falls into three layers. The lower part is composed of iron of a very poor quality, the upper mainly of ashes. The middle layer alone is of the desired temper and can be prepared for all purposes by a vigorous hammering.

The women and children were in the very forefront of the fray, and there are few more entertaining spectacles than that of all these babies racing each other amid screams of delight. In a few moments the water was cleared of its shouting, struggling invaders, whose bronze skins glistened beneath a silver film of pearly drops. One by one, after adjusting their simple garb, they advanced to lay their booty in a large basket at my feet, then withdrew with a delightful affectation of indifference as to my intentions. Then began the ceremony of distribution. The basket raised on a mound of earth became the centre of a circle. The children advanced in single file, the youngest first. At the head of the procession was a youngster of less than six years of age, who had no difficulty in selecting the largest fish, which he dragged away by the tail stammering with excitement. The mothers followed, more modest in their desires. In a few moments I was left alone, a dismal survival of the merry throng.

It is this last habit, well known to the native hunter, which betrays it and leads to its downfall. The first time I took part in an elephant-hunt I was amazed to see that the native who was guiding me kept his eyes fixed upwards all the time. I should have thought it was obvious that we needed no other guide than the enormous footprints left by the unwieldy beasts, and told him so. I was not long left in error. Without relaxing his efforts he soon showed me that these tracks were very unreliable, that they frequently pointed different ways, cut across each other, and sometimes, in fact, disappeared altogether. He told me also that the evacuations of the creature are liable to be misleading unless quite fresh, still viscous, and unaffected by[32] insects. A trail in a forest must then be sought not on the ground but in the branches of the trees. It is by the broken branches, the appearance of the severed ends, and the consistency of the gum which escapes, that the experienced hunter can deduce the more or less recent passage of a herd. 17dc91bb1f