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My Beloved Fictional Couple May 8, 2010

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1. Michael Scofield and Sara Tancredi – Prison Break (US)








Michael Scofield: You kept it.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Kept what?
Michael Scofield: The flower.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Well, I’m a packrat. I never throw anything out.
Michael Scofield: [looks around the spotless infirmary] Yeah, well this clutter. It’s… overwhelming.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: You should see my apartment.
Michael Scofield: Woah. We haven’t even had our first date yet and you’re already inviting me in. I thought you were a nice girl.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.
[motions for Michael to lift up his shirt]
Michael Scofield: So where do you finish?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Depends on where I start. Deep breath.


Sara Tancredi: Scofield, I don’t know what you’re used to but anything short of a Filet Mingon isn’t gonna cut with me”
Michael Scofield: It’s a date.


Sara: What do you want from me Michael?
Michael: I need you to do something for me?
Sara: What?
Michael: Wait for me…It won’t always be like this, this room, this place.
Sara: Untill then I can’t. We Can’t. I can’t and I’ve got to go…


2. Charles (Chuck) Bass and Blair Waldorf – Gossip Girl (US)


















Chuck: I’m honoured to be playing even a small role in your deflowering.
Blair: You’re disgusting.
Chuck: Yes, I am, so why be shy?


Chuck: It’s a facility for the disturbed or addicted.
Blair: You must have your own wing.
Chuck: You don’t get nearly enough credit for your wit.


Blair: Chuck Bass, I do believe all your years of underage boozing and womanizing have finally paid off. Truly, I am proud.
Chuck: And you are my toughest critic.
Chuck: Victory party, here, tomorrow night.
Blair: I wouldn’t miss it.
Blair: Don’t be nervous, he’s gonna love it.


Blair: I do not believe this!
Chuck: How do you think I feel? I haven’t slept. I feel sick, like there’s something in my stomach. Fluttering.
Blair: Butterflies?


Blair: Break a leg.
Chuck: I think I just did.


Chuck: I was in love with Blair and I’m sorry.


Chuck: Let’s take it slow this time. Do it right.
Blair: Chuck Bass is a romantic. Who knew?
Chuck: Well, now you do. That’s all that matters.

















Chuck: You’re lying.
Blair: I am not!
Chuck: Your eyes are doing that thing where they don’t match your mouth.
Blair: I wasn’t aware that robots got jealous. Did they update your software while I was away?


Blair: You are disgusting. I hate you.
Chuck: Then why are you still holding my hand?


Blair: You here to gloat?
Chuck: Over what?
Blair: Well you won. Pop the champagne.
Chuck: I didn’t win.
Blair: Then why does it feel like I lost?
Chuck: The reason we can’t say those three words to each other, isn’t because they aren’t true.
Chuck: Look i’d rather wait. Maybe in the future…
Blair: I suppose there could be some excruciating pleasure in that.


Blair: Limos and virgins, your specialty!
Chuck: Just so you know, while there are few things I consider sacred, the back of the limo is one of them.


Blair: Chuck! Stop! Don’t go. Or if you have to leave, let me come with you.
Chuck: I appreciate the concern.
Blair: No. You don’t. You don’t appreciate anything today. But I don’t care. Whatever you’re going through, I want to be there for you.
Chuck: We talked about this. You are not my girlfriend.
Blair: But I am me. And you are you. We’re Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. The worst thing you’ve ever done—the darkest thought you’ve ever had—I will stand by you through anything.
Chuck: And why would you do that?
Blair: Because I love you.
Chuck: Well that’s too bad.


Blair: You can’t run, you have to stay here and here it this time. Chuck Bass, I love you. I love you so much it consumes me. I love you and I know you love me too. Tell me you love me and everything we’ve done, all the gossip and the lies and the hurt will have been for something. Tell me it was for something.
Chuck: Maybe it was, but it’s not anymore.


Chuck: You were right. I was a coward running away again, but everywhere I went, you caught up with me. So I had to come back.
Blair: I want to believe you, but I can’t. You hurt me too many times.
Chuck: You can believe me this time.
Blair: Oh. That’s it?
Chuck: I love you too.
Blair: But can you say it twice? No i’m serious, say it twice!
Chuck: I love you, I love you, that’s three, four, I love you.
















Chuck: I’m Chuck Bass. And I told you I love you. You’re saying I’m easier to win over than a bunch of pseudo-intellectual homesick malcontents. You’d really insult me like this?
Blair: That’s not how it is.
Chuck: That’s exactly how it is. So the next time you forget you’re Blair Waldorf, remember I’m Chuck Bass. And I love you.


Blair: Your real mother would never turn her back on a chance to know you.
Chuck: I don’t have a real mother Blair. I never will.
Blair: That doesn’t mean you’re alone. I love you Chuck, and I’ll always be your family.

 

My Beloved Fictional Couples

NOVELS AND ITS MOVIE/DRAMA ADAPTATIONS

1. Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw – Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)






Catherine Earnshaw:
“It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”


“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods; time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath–a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind–not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”


“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.”


Heathcliff:
“Kiss me again, but don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer–but yours! How can I?”


“You teach me how cruel you’ve been – cruel and false. Why do you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry, and wring out my kisses and tears; they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me–then what right had you to leave me? What right–answer me–for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart–you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”


“‘And I pray one prayer–I repeat it till my tongue stiffens–Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you–haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always–take any form–drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!'”


My old enemies have not beaten me; now would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives-I could do it, and none could hinder me. But where is the use? I don’t care for striking, I can’t take the trouble to raise my hand.


2. Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett – Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)






“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”


Elizabeth:


“I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time. I am perfectly serious in my refusal. You could not make me happy, and I am convinced that I am the last woman in the world who could make you so.”


“You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner.”


“You could not have made the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it.”


“From the very beginning— from the first moment, I may almost say— of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.”


Mr.Darcy:
“She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me. I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.”


“A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.”


Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged. I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.


“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”


“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”


“My object then was to show you, by every civility in my power, that I was not so mean as to resent the past; and I hoped to obtain your forgiveness, to lessen your ill opinion, by letting you see that your reproofs had been attended to. How soon any other wishes introduced themselves I can hardly tell, but I believe in about half an hour after I had seen you.”


Lizzy and Darcy:
“And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.”
“And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is willfully to misunderstand them.”


“Books— oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the same feelings.”
“I am sorry you think so; but if that be the case, there can at least be no want of subject. We may compare our different opinions.”


“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
“I shall not say you are mistaken, because you could not really believe me to entertain any design of alarming you; and I have had the pleasure of your acquaintance long enough to know that you find great enjoyment in occasionally professing opinions which in fact are not your own.”
“Your cousin will give you a very pretty notion of me, and teach you not to believe a word I say. I am particularly unlucky in meeting with a person so able to expose my real character, in a part of the world where I had hoped to pass myself off with some degree of credit.”
“I certainly have not the talent which some people possess of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.”
“My fingers do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many women’s do. They have not the same force or rapidity, and do not produce the same expression. But then I have always supposed it to be my own fault- because I would not take the trouble of practicing.”


3. John Thornton and Margaret Hale – North and South (Elizabeth Gaskell)








Margaret Hale:


I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it’s white, it’s snow-white.


John Thorton:
“Miss Hale, I didn’t just come here to thank you. I came… because… I think it… very likely… I know I’ve never found myself in this position before. It’s… difficult to find the words. Miss Hale, my feelings for you… are very strong…”


“I’m well aware that in your eyes at least, I’m not a gentleman. But I think I deserve to know why I am offensive.”


“I spoke to you about my feelings because I love you; I had no thought for your reputation!”
“I don’t want to possess you! I wish to marry you because I love you!”
“One minute we talk of the colour of fruit, the next of love. How does that happen?”


Margaret Hale: I’m sorry.
John Thornton: For what? That you find my feelings for you offensive? Or that you assume because I’m in trade I’m only capable of thinking in terms of buying and selling? Or that I take pleasure in sending my employees to an early grave?
Margaret Hale: No! No, no, of course not. I’m… I’m sorry… to be so blunt. I’ve not learnt how to… how to refuse… how to respond when a… when a man talks to me as you just have.
John Thornton: Oh, there are others? This happens to you every day. Of course. You must have to disappoint so many men that offer you their heart.
Margaret Hale: Please, understand Mr. Thornton…
John Thornton: I do understand. I understand you completely.


4. Rhett Butler and Scarlett O’Hara – Gone with the Wind


Scarlett: Rhett, Rhett… Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.


Scarlett: Sir, you are no gentleman.
Rhett Butler: And you, Miss, are no lady.








Scarlett: Cathleen, Who’s that?
Cathleen Calvert: Who?
Scarlett: That man looking at us and smiling? The nasty dark one?
Cathleen Calvert: My dear don’t you know? Thats Rhett Butler! He’s from Charleston, he has the most terrible reputation!
Scarlett: He looks as if he knows what I look like without my shimmy.


Rhett Butler: No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.


Scarlett: [pleads with Rhett as he is about to leave to join the Confederate Army] Oh, Rhett! Please, don’t go! You can’t leave me! Please! I’ll never forgive you!
Rhett Butler: I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’ll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I’ll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There’s one thing I do know… and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we’re alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.
Scarlett: [struggles] Don’t hold me like that!
Rhett Butler: [holds her tighter] Scarlett! Look at me! I’ve loved you more than I’ve ever loved any woman and I’ve waited for you longer than I’ve ever waited for any woman.
[kisses her forhead]
Scarlett: [turns her face away] Let me alone!
Rhett Butler: [forces her to look him in the eyes] Here’s a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett. Wants to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me, you’re a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory. Scarlett! Kiss me! Kiss me… once…
[he kisses her]


5. Gilbert Blythe and Anne Shirley – Anne of Green Gables Series (Lucy Maud Montgomery)






Anne Shirley: I don’t want marble halls and sunbursts, all I want is you.
Anne Shirley: You just think that you love me.
Gilbert Blythe: Anne, I’ve loved you as long as I can remember. I need you.
Anne Shirley: I feel as though someone’s handed me the moon… and I don’t exactly know what to do with it.


Anne Shirley: I’ve made up my mind to go to my grave unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Gilbert Blythe: But not unpublished.
Gilbert Blythe: You know, every day I would pick a different memory of you and play it over and over and over again in my mind, until every hair, every freckle, every part of you was exactly as I remembered.












 

GREEN SNAKE (1993) May 3, 2010














ANOTHER FABULOUS TSUI HARK FILM IS GREEN SNAKE (1993)








Similar to A Chinese Ghost Story, Green Snake was based on Chinese folk tale. Green Snake is a novel written by Lillian Lee, which is a variation of the folk tale Madame White Snake, where Lillian Lee tells the story from the perspective of Xiaoqing, the Green Snake, who normally plays a minor role behind the main character Bai Suzhen, the White Snake. As the title suggests, the movie also features Xiaoqing as the main character.






Two snake spirits have been training for many centuries to take human form and experience the love, freedom and wisdom that is supposedly only available to humans. White Snake (Joey Wong) is the more experienced one and proceeds to get engaged with local scholar Hsui Xien (Wu Hsing-Kuo), with whom she plans to have a child which would complete her passage into the mortal realm. Green Snake (Maggie Cheung) is the younger and more impulsive of the two sisters and she is not yet quite sure about the benefits of the human world. The two snakes move into their magically created house and start a successful medical practice in the town.



Their enemies are a buffoonish Taoist and an overzealous Buddhist monk (Vincent Zhao) who make various attempts to banish them from the human world. The monk thinks of himself as a keeper of the natural order of the world and is very prejudiced against spiritual beings seeking to improve themselves. He brings things to a head when he abducts White’s husband from the human/spirit mixed marriage into his religious reeducation camp–styled temple.







 

Lessons of boyfriends past April 21, 2010

“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.” – Catherine Earnshaw, Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

I once met a girl, Jane, through a common friend of ours, she studied Medical Science at university. The reason why I remembered her vividly, despite having only met her once, was because she spoke five languages fluently.

I know many people are multi-lingual, but what makes Jane so memorable was her learning ‘techniques’. She summed up how she mastered English, French, German, Japanese and Turkish in one word, and the word was ‘LOVE’.

I immediately knew what she meant when I saw a twinkle in her eyes when she said the word ‘LOVE’ – is there a stronger motivation for a girl than doing things in the name of LOVE?

Jane was an international student from Singapore, so she lived in uni college where she met many other international students. Every time she falls in love with a boy, she would want to learn everything about him and learn his native language. When I met her, she was dating a half Japanese and half Austrian guy from the UK. During the summer break, they flew to London to meet his family, and his parents were so impressed by her Japanese and German, they loved her and made Jane and her boyfriend stay for an extra week.

I thought of Jane today because during a lunch break conversation with a few female colleagues, one colleague remarked her friend lost 10kg for her boyfriend and we all commented on her silliness. Of course, my colleague’s friend is an extreme case, but it made me wonder, what are the things I have done for the guys I have liked.

Some boys come into your life, whether or not you two have dated – serious or not, some of them were mere crushes; but they leave a mark behind, long after they have exited your life.

I learnt cooking and ice-skating for a boy, I listened to all of Beatles songs for my ex-boyfriend, I learnt to appreciate Dickens, Tolstoy and Wagner for my boyfriend, and I overcame my initial fear of big dogs and now I really love huskies!

Some of the stranger things I have done include:

– watched a movie marathon of ALL Star Wars movies and Indiana Jones series in one weekend (I really enjoyed them);

– became addicted to Top Gear and Doctor Who for a boy I had a secret crush on;

– studied REALLY hard in my final year of high school so I can attend a really good university and be with a boy I had a crush on (thank you P, I am forever grateful),

– I once folded paper stars back in junior high because a friend of mine said 1000 stars grant a wish (but I lasted about 15 stars before I realised how silly it was) etc.

Above all, over the years, I have learnt to compromise, learnt to control my temper, I guess this is just a part of growing up.

Luckily for me, I never did silly things or harm myself for a boy that most likely wouldn’t last. Even though, most guys in our lives come and go, and in hindsight, they didn’t really mean that much; but it’s funny how some habits and hobbies form and stay with us. They act as a reminder of our past, the person we used to be before we met him, and the person we are now today.

I really admire how girls have a stronger degree of motivation to learn things, convert their religions, give up their family and friends, and even change themselves for love. I only hope we can all meet guys who leave with us positive skills and worthy hobbies – just remember the word ‘value’, weigh it against the price you paid for ‘love’.