Translating 老徐 (Is this fist better than that fist in terms of 'the entertaining spirit'

Translation of 老徐's 此王八拳是否彼王八拳之“娱乐策划人” post:

This year's winter sunlight is unusually good, always stirring up the desire of people to do their new year's shopping. Bo Xue (博学) says some shopping centres have Einstein's most recent air conditioner. Even though I heard this, it doesn't mean I'll follow like a sheep but it still made me consider it. I don't know if it's because mine doesn't heat up any more or because the one I bought is too old now. I haven't thought of the new year as a major thing for many years, just as something when everyone takes holidays. On the other hand, the roads are tranquil like many times before. Beijing really is a city with a large floating population.

I filmed in the mountains with a lot of hard work, for a person like me who doesn't like working, doesn't like being dirty and doesn't like to be tired, it's a kind of life I haven't had for a long time. The best thing about it is that it feels more and more like when I was spending a quite time at home. The sky above and the ground below. My new home's bedroom has been painted greenish black and at first I wanted to paint the ceiling the same. When we saw the thing, everyone unanimously disliked it. I can't bare to even change it. Mostly because I'm too lazy to trouble them again.

People already have enough troubles, old people die in bed, wars don't stop. We all say having one more problem is worse than having one less one but there are some people who just add to the troubles.

Recently, from out of nowhere there're new clumsy rats. For example, the new so-called 'entertaining spirits', in the middle of these kind of people, there's a part that's really interesting, a fly that just wants to spoil a pot of soup. I feel that they're jumping and hopping acting more and more shamefully. I don't know whoever's brain which has water in, to make them donate money to support their publicity. Before, shame was kind of fashionable and it needed to be announced. Our service industry's development really pays attention to everything.

This kind of person, really needs some backbone, acting shy and being parasites to other people who look famous. They will just rely on whoever has the most news recently. People who are full of energy and easily excited wouldn't be annoyed enough, they're a bit impatient. I've heard they've already found a shameless follower's detailed address. Might as well go up and give them a good beating. I'll say the negatives, he'll be happy that you hit him, they'd go up and down the streets with a loudspeaker shouting: Extra! Extra! Who, who hit me? Hitting me so hard that I have a bloody nose and bruised face and making me scared out of my wits!

Isn't this the result they want to achieve, let's not fufill their wishes. They just want us to point fingers and say names, without a chance. I still don't believe it, that you can just go along like this and have your name reach heaven. I just see a lot of people quarreling where they were once happy. Changing a hate story into one of flowers, now, noone lies low and keeps silent anymore. Gentlemen are guaranteed to leave these kind of people far, far away. Non-gentlemen will become rotten with them. The clumsy comedian also isn't a new noun, this world never lacks any. And if we don't see each other how far will we go, there're lots of ways to get food, I need to quickly turn over a new leaf.

People are really tolerant so I must forgive you.

Behind me is the beach.

Other: The bastard fist has only been let out for two days and there're people advising me don't get 'angry and annoyed'. Each of my friends, how does anger come? Not from an untroubled life. I'm happy writing in my blog.

Translating 老徐 (To forgive or not to forgive)

Translation of 老徐's原谅 还是不原谅 post:

The Liang Wen Sa (惊闻萨) dam crime, I saw the scene again on TV. Even if it isn't yet New Year's Eve, it was a ghastly sight. My heart can't take it, it's like an old-man, it can't help it and it's tranquil.

But.

The day before yesterday I talked about forgiveness. At this moment, I suddenly feel like forgiving the previous serious words. We all know when the wrong stuff was reported. Responding to violence with violence can only lead to more violence, but if there was once someone who killed my entire family, can I still keep my senses??? Whether or not this is about human rights or if it's a tyrant. It's really a question of your heart in the future compared to your heart now. I thought about it for half a day, this kind of forgiveness really needs too much courage, tolerate everything. Isn't there anything with this much courage and tolerance. In truth …… give me at least another 5 or 10 years time to think about this.

This is the time to ask myself. using it to speak about my own position. Are the reasons of those other people the same as what I really had in mind. Can I really think that I am so-called watching the lives of the world. Am I thinking clearly? For example: forgiveness, can you forgive everything? What can you forgive and what can't you forgive? Or is it: don't forgive a thing.

The way I've said it sounds quick but the problem isn't always like that.

Right now, I can't forgive myself. If I talk generally about some things for which I may not understand the reason behind it, I will now seriously make my position known: I'll temporarily take everything back, please allow me to continue talking once I've thought about it clearly.

Translating 老徐 (Blog's one year anniversary random post)

Translation of her anniversary posting 写博整整一年乱弹:

I went for a trip to Hang Zhou, Miss Bo and me found four things that we had lost: my watch and glasses, Miss Bo's boarding ticket and identity card, the former were in a room in hotel, the latter were found in the airport lounge under someone's bottom, they were found one after the other.

Anyway, finding again what you lost is always a good thing, compared to that time in winter when I lost my cloak outside, I walked and walked and lost my purse just like that, at the airport I turned my eyes away for an instant and unusually my sunglasses disappeared. The overcoat and so on sounds a bit better.

How can I go outside without worrying?

My home's starting to feel cold, I must turn on the electric heater now. Winter is coming again.

I haven't watched a film for ages, I've been watching American sitcoms non-stop, one season after another. The new books I bought, apart from a few, I haven't read most of them and I'm still incessantly buying them. I keep hoping that I'll have time to read them one day. Of the books which I bought and haven't read, they can be traced back to more than a year ago.

When it gets to a certain time at night, Wei BoEr (围脖儿) will always go insane for a short while, running around with sinister intentions, leaping really high for no reason at all and testing his strength with anything that's on the floor, afterwards he loses interest and goes to sleep very tranquilly.

Up till now, I've written in my blog for a whole year, 365 days. It's high-density, even I admire it highly, there're probably around 200 articles now. I've had a lot of times where I felt I couldn't stop even though I wanted to, even if it was nonsense I wanted to talk about it, in reality there were many times I thought of not writing any more, at most after a day I'd decide to give up the idea. Afterwards I'd be staring at the blank page not knowing what to write. And then I'd write even more than usual, anyway if I want to be chatty then I will be, who knows anyway, nine times out of ten after I've finished being wordy my mind would be at ease and I'd feel comfortable.

Continuing.

Today in the early morning I flew to attend Hang Zhou's Confession of Pain《伤城》 press release, Confession of Pain is the first time in four years that I've acted in a film directed by someone else, suddenly I realised that it's only when I'm acting that I really feel carefree. As if I'm going on holiday, I usually hurry over, Beijing, Hong Kong, Hong Kong, Beijing, my wardrobe at home at the same, expanding in proportion, many many times I've raised the limit.

Always working makes me feel like I've gotten tied up, always resting feel like I've been sleeping for a hundred years.

I'm not sure what's going on in my head, random international songs always seem to come out from it.

In the TV, in the newspaper, all kinds of wars, nuclear tests, retaliations, sanctions, a hundred of you die and a thousand of mine die, they don't see with their eyes, ears, in the past few hundred years has the whole world ever had a few days of peace, mankind is just steeling itself with all kinds of war, looking at other people with hatred, wasting away time, in an instant, another few hundred years have gone by. As if this is not enough, films have it too, more fighting, non-stop fighting, jumping to fight each other, flying to fight each other, fighting with open eyes and closed ones, flowing out from Asia to the world, beautiful isn't it? Fine, fight, if the fighting doesn't get to you, the fact that it's annoying will.

Sleep.