“Ten things I hate about you”

Just wanna share one of my favorite chick flicks. Below is a poem from the movie “Ten things I hate about you”. It stars Julia Stiles, Heath Ledger In their younger days. Stiles, a gal whom I can’t say is gorgeous, but is just as captivating as any leading ladies in Hollywood. She exudes this unique attitude, character, better known as the X factor. And Heath ledger… What more can I say about this astonishing actor? His transformation as “The joker” in “The Dark knight” simply leaves the world grieving the loss of a great actor with his death.

Adapted from Shakespeare’s “Taming of the Shrew”, the pair made a refreshing appearance, resulting in a smash hit in 1999.

Love the irony illustrated in this simple poem. The suppression of love, comes in shades of indifference/standoffishness?

Ten things I hate about you

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhme

I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry

I hate the way you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

—- Cited from the movie “Ten things I hate about you”—-

因为你走不开， 所以我脆弱
因为你存在， 所以我依赖。
因为不能 给你 什么， 所以必须离开
拥有过的，也已足够。
谢谢你。。。

The Kampong Life

I have not lived through the kampong life. But I have heard about it at numerous Chinese New Year reunion dinners, family gatherings, where the reminiscence of the kampong life lifted the spirits of the elderly among us.

When the Ah Mas talked about it, they seemed to drift into the zone of never, never land. A land, where the youth and vigor had belonged to them. And strangely, though they had shared the stories time after time, it always seemed like that is the first time they are talking about it. The energy never ceased.

I guess it must be very dear to them. The stark contrast between the alienation in the HDB apartments and the communal living in the Kampong must be reminding them what they have lost on a daily basis.

And it’s only in these sharing sessions that they are convinced that, that part of the memory had been real.

As I looked back into my past, yes… how I remember fondly of the days when the word carefree is no more than a right. A long lost word in the world of adulthood. And whenever I passed by my secondary school, it hurts so much, as on the exact ground, a brand new school building has been erected in its place. Even the position of the front gate has been switched.

But nevertheless, I will never forget what it used to be. It’s like how my grandma, grandaunts never fail to delight in their tales of the kampong life.