范成章

范成章

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友情真的很奇妙，會隨著時間悄悄改變。有些人越走越近，有些人則漸漸走遠。 幾年前，剛認識、一起打拼，是彼此的盟友；幾年後，各自努力在不同的跑道上，連聯絡也沒了。 看到他們在高峰時閃閃發光，真心替他們開心 ✨ 也祝福在低潮時都能平穩度過。 希望他們的故事，都能有個溫柔、不帶刺的落幕。 我們曾一起出國，那其實也是工作居多。身邊有團隊、有朋友。 她說她沒看過世界，我當時也只是順口一句：「那就一起走走吧。」 所有花費一直都是各自處理，我負責我和我的團隊。 新聞兩三年前就出現過，當時我們三個人也各自說明過了：大家只是朋友而已🫶🏽 後來我實在無法［再？在？］被強迫去上一些「心靈成長課程」…很逼的那種🤣🤣🤣🤣 也就慢慢淡出了對方的生活圈。 最近又看到他們的新聞鬧得滿天飛，其實以前我也沒聽過什麼，他們之間的事，我真的不了解，以自己最近心理的重量也無力關心。 但現在的我—— 一樣愛吃上引水產，也一樣不吃鮑魚🤣🤣🤣 而且上次她幫我送來的，我是有付錢的哦～💕 叫我Cheng就好！目前單身，年底會發新專輯喔！ 謝謝大家的關心，我都有看到，也都放在心裡了❤️ 最後，如果你也想要一個閨蜜—— 幫你整理衣櫥👗、給你時尚建議🕶️、陪你聊心事☕、一起出國放風，如果你們是真心想交朋友的話，歡迎私訊我！💪🏽❤️🔥💕 Peace out ✌🏼

05.27 21:12

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行李超重專業戶的心聲 + 真心推薦 For the Man Who Packs Heavy and Flirts Harder Let’s be honest—I’ve never packed light in my life. After Fashion Weeks across Paris, Milan, and Mumbai, my suitcase is less “luggage” and more “portable ego.” And yes, I’ll admit it: I’ve got an 80% success rate charming airline staff when my bags are overweight. A smile here, a compliment there—it usually works. But let’s be real, it’s not always a guarantee… and I’m not always in the mood to perform at the check-in counter. So now, I travel smarter—I save weight at the source. Enter the TUMI 19 Degree Lite. With its ultra-tough Tegris® shell and magnesium alloy telescoping handle, it’s the kind of suitcase that whispers “Go ahead, overpack.” It’s light, strong, ridiculously good-looking, and best of all—it leaves room (and weight) for every fragrance, every jacket, every last-minute vintage gem I pick up abroad. It doesn’t just save me from extra baggage fees—it saves my dignity. For every man who travels with style, ambition, and just a little bit too much… This one’s for you. 說實話，我早就不相信什麼「極簡打包」這種事了。 一趟歐洲時裝週跑下來，光是走秀後的贈品、PR送來的香水、設計師硬塞給你的限定單品…… 沒有一咖夠撐的行李箱，你是想我把什麼浮誇的衣服穿上飛機嗎？ 雖然我必須承認，我有某種check-in櫃檯前的小伎倆。 畢竟——我每次都超重，但大概80%的機率都能靠笑容和一點點撒嬌讓航空公司睜一隻眼閉一隻眼。 但你知道的，這招不是永遠管用。 所以我學會聰明一點——從行李箱本身「省重量」。 我選的是 @TUMI 19 Degree Lite，一咖真正懂旅行也懂時尚的行李箱。 它用高韌性的 Tegris® 硬殼箱體、低密度鎂合金拉桿，超輕、超撐、超能裝，甚至輕到你會以為自己忘記帶東西。 那些我從巴黎、米蘭、孟買扛回來的香氛、秀服和市場買到的非理性戰利品——它全部裝得下，而且還不會讓我在櫃台重新開箱狼狽補救。 19 Degree Lite幫我省下的，從來不只是公斤數，還有我的優雅。 推薦給所有像我一樣，愛時尚、愛亂買、愛過重、但又想帥氣通關的旅人。✈️🧳 @TUMItravel #tumi #TUMI19DLite
There is something about Indian people that I find endlessly captivating, something that goes beyond beauty, beyond charm, beyond anything words can ever quite explain. It’s not just how they look, though they are, to me, some of the most stunning people in the world. It is the way they carry their spirit in every movement. The way their hands dance as they speak, the way their eyes light up even in silence, the way their smiles, those enormous, uninhibited, shining smiles, can make you forget every sorrow you’ve ever known, if only for a moment. I admire how they shine. How they glow not because of what they wear, but because of what they carry inside. There is a kind of joy in them, generous and open-hearted, the kind of joy that does not ask for permission to be shared. Even in the smallest villages, where life is humble and quiet, I was overwhelmed by how freely they gave. Not grand things, not lavish things, but meaningful things. A tiny packet of roasted corn, a piece of candy tucked into my palm like a secret, a scrap of hand-stitched cloth pressed into my hands with a smile that seemed to say, remember us. And I do. I remember all of them. Every gesture. Every kindness. Every unexpected moment of real, human warmth. I want to be more like them. I want to be someone who gives without hesitation, someone who glows simply by being fully present, someone whose smile carries the sunlight of a whole nation. And yes, I bought their traditional clothes, the kind meant for weddings, for rituals, for sacred days. I bought them not because there was a reason, but because I fell in love with how it feels to be wrapped in India. To wear something that holds history, devotion, and color all at once. India, you are not just a country to me. You are a feeling. You are a memory. You are a lesson in generosity. I love you. I love your people. And I mean that truly, deeply, entirely.
Italy, this is my love letter to you wrapped in the scent of your wild, untouched nature. I think of blood oranges ripe, full, glowing under the Mediterranean sun. I imagine peeling one, slowly, sitting on a seaside terrace at dawn, with the breeze carrying hints of wild rosemary from just beyond the cliff. There’s basil in the air, and bitter orange leaves, and a kind of mineral freshness like sea wind brushing against stone. Every breath here feels like a memory earthy, herbal, sweet and alive. Italy, you aren’t just a place. You’re a feeling. You’re a story told through scent. And in that story, the ordinary becomes unforgettable. Acqua di Parma 最經典的帕納里加州桂淡香水與法國藝術家Ben Arpea合作，推出夏日露臺限量版包裝以及三款全新夏日限量蠟燭！今年夏天就讓這些香氣帶著我去地中海小島旅行 @acquadiparma #AcquadiParma #VibrantSophistication #LaTerraza
My new song ［One I’m Looking For ］is out now on all major music platforms! Go take a listen and tell me if it makes your heart flutter a little 🫶🏽🎧💭🧸
Did I nail the Indian head shake, or do I look like a confused puppy? 🐶🇮🇳 順便一提，真的謝謝大家這幾天滿滿的關心與力挺。雖然我純屬躺著中槍，但看到你們努力幫我澄清、為我發聲，我真的超級感恩又知足🙏🏽💪🏽 跟你們說聲：謝謝，愛你們💕 寶可夢好友瞬間爆棚，以後打極巨化不用擔心找不到人組隊了😇 鄭重澄清一下：我沒有兒子，也沒有前妻，之前開粉絲玩笑開太兇了，我道歉！哈哈哈😂 還有最重要的，我現在認真單身，拜託大家去追帳本，不要耽誤我脫單好嗎💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽🤣🤣🤣💕 還有我不是大方閨蜜嗎？我都有在回私訊，意外還讓我聯繫上小時候打工的同事、國中隔壁班同學、國小老朋友，還有我第一次幫忙服務的客人，甚至還有一些斷了聯繫很久的老朋友。知道你們這些年都一直默默地關注我，真的讓我覺得非常感動，謝謝你們一直都在，看著我跌跌撞撞躺在印度都中槍的我！🤣
Taste me like espresso ☕️ _ 真心交友條件：不推課、不直銷，Lana 鐵粉 @honeymoon 、寶可夢GO、旅行✈️。願意陪我一起吃健康、遠離糖油鹽，一起運動、一同在電影院看恐怖片被嚇到大叫被請出去……然後偷偷溜回去繼續看完 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 謝謝大家 收到很多很溫暖的私訊！我會慢慢回🫂❤️
The people of India have the most beautiful eyes. Yes, as cheesy as it may sound, but I mean every word. It’s like a candle is lit within them, flickering gently, warm, ancient, and still. Sometimes I wonder how they carry so much light in their gaze, as if mirrors reflecting a version of myself I’ve never truly seen. A kind of shine I’ve never owned. A kind of trust I’ve never dared to give myself. A kind of sacred softness I never knew I needed. Five times I’ve journeyed from Taiwan to India in less than a year, over 4,000 kilometers each way. For escape, and simply searching, for a piece of myself, bit by bit. And each time, wondering if India could offer me a kind of light again. One I could hold, even if just a little, even if only for a moment. Along the way, I passed many temples. But one, small, weathered, and quietly alive, felt like it had been waiting for me all along. Hidden in plain sight, carved by time and silence. I stepped inside barefoot, knelt before its god with trembling breath, and for the first time in a long while, I prayed. Not for success. Not even anything of great importance. But for the courage to return to myself, to the place within me that still remembers how to feel. I prayed that my depression would no longer devour me. That I could crawl out from the darkness, not in a blaze, not in triumph, but gently. That I could finally become the one I once was, or maybe someone even better. That I could have my light back, even one tiny matchstick at a time. Lighting my way, my hope, my belief, my rebirth, flame by flame. Even if it flickers. Even if it almost goes out. Even if I must cup it with both hands to keep it alive. Because even the smallest light is still light. And maybe that’s what makes me feel so different this time. Before, whenever I left India, I felt it deep in my bones. I will return. [comment section Part II]
The Flame Between My Eyes When I arrived at the Taj, everything moved in slow motion rose petals fell like memories, the air smelled of sandalwood and secrets, and they welcomed me like someone returning from another life. At the end of the ceremony, someone gently pressed a red dot between my brows. No one explained. And I didn’t ask. Later, I looked it up. They call it bindi. But to me, it felt like India itself resting on my skin, watching me with ancient eyes, whispering something I almost understood. This city Mumbai doesn’t speak, it sings. In a voice of temple bells, faded walls, monsoon skies, and jasmine tangled in lovers’ hair. It teaches you to fall in love with slowness, with silence, with the way things vanish just before you name them. There’s a flame between my eyes now. Not just color, but a spell. A vow. A kind of love that doesn’t demand, just waits. And in the language older than the wind दीप (deepa) means lamp, प्रेम (prema) means love. And maybe, I’m learning to be both. Because to walk gently is not to be lost. To burn quietly is still to burn. I’m so glad I returned to somewhere that feels like my past life. _ #india #mumbai #indiaphotography #indiatravelgram
Enchanting brilliance unmasked Discover the deepest, softest part of our inner self Like a rough diamond meticulously crafted into extraordinary beauty @Graff Laurence Graff Signature jewellery brings out the gleam of light with its architectural design sleek, perfectly polished facets Reflecting the brilliance that has been bestowed upon you Dress not to impress But to be remembered Wear your own unique shine And sparkle like no other #GRAFF #GRAFFTaiwan
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