Hong Kong actor who became internationally known for his role in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. He also portrayed Sao Feng in Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. In 2014, he was banned from making movies in his home country of China due to his opposition to the socialist government.  Before Fame He worked as a taxi driver and a bellboy before being discovered by a local television network. Trivia He has appeared in the films A Better Tomorrow and The Killer, and has won multiple Golden Horse Awards for Best Actor in Taiwan.

Just when it seemed that there was no way back and nonexistence was the only option - a 72-year-old 'dead' man came to life screaming on the funeral pyre, Bhilwada, India. "I know I can be a bit of a pain at times, but I hope they wait till I am actually dead before trying to set me on fire again,"  Deepak Singh said. According to the pensioner's grandson Banda Nalwa, one day his gaffer woke up in the morning ready to feed the cows and suddenly fell over.

Arizona Was Hit Hard by COVID-19, but How About the 'Sister Wives'?By Pippa RagaUpdated March 18 2021, 4:37 p.m. ET Source: InstagramThe onset of the pandemic and worldwide coronavirus restrictions have affected nearly every aspect of everyone's lives and reality TV is no exception. Although shows had to initially halt all in-person filming, production teams quickly reassessed their protocols in order to continue making the shows we love in a way that was safe for the cast and crew.

Four persons have been confirmed dead and many others injured as security operatives opened fire on unarmed protesters at the Lekki Toll Gate area of Lagos. Recall NaijaNews reported that security officials on Tuesday evening reportedly opened fire on peaceful protesters that overstayed the 4pm curfew declared by the Lagos State government. It was reported that before the shooting began, the floodlights that lighted up the area went off, throwing the area into darkness.

Of course, there wasn’t a plunger. There’s never a plunger when you need one. But there’s always an audience: in this case, three women sitting on the other side of the thin bathroom door waiting for their turn to use a toilet which was now horribly, hopelessly clogged. I sweat over the lid trying to devise a solution but could barely hear myself think over the chorus to Leonard Cohen’s “Closing Time,” which played a relentless loop in my head, as it would every day of this retreat, at a perfect-acoustics, full-volume blare.