#64: Americano

My sister keep asking me to listen to this song above, which is actually a dance version of this old Italian song below (with English translation) from the 1950s.



I prefer the old version, seriously.

But I'm not going to talk about why I prefer the old version. Instead, I'm going to talk about the contents.

I remember of writing my earliest blog posts in Breakthroughs (http://breakthroughbyks.blogspot.com/) and one of them is about Westernisation.

It is rather obvious, that America has rose into a great power nation after the World War II. Along with that, they grow strong in culture too. They eventually develop their style of English, their style of living, not to mention their favourite entertainment.

To be honest, we do not really get much influences from America, with the exception of Cola, TV shows, computer, fast food and American English (but that's a lot of influences, isn't it?). We do not really have baseball games, nor we drink beer a lot, nor spend too much of our parent's money.

But, we are now having shows imitating CSI or Grey's Anatomy, some of us use color instead of colour.

It's not wrong. I didn't say it's wrong.

What brought American culture here? Mainly, it is the (old) idiot box-television. Television stations buy shows from America, and we watch those shows. Some of us said, "Ooh, that's cool!" and followed. That also accounts for smoking culture in here.

I'm not complaining here. I'm not moaning here.

You can live an American dream as you like, but do not forget who you really are at the first place. If Americanisation or Westernisation changed you, the descendants of the race will also be changed.

Why I write this post, which might gain anti-popularity?

Well, yesterday I discovered something-my supposed generation name, or in chinese it's 字辈.

Every generation has one, and it's in the middle of the chinese name, for example, my grandfather's generation name is 甸, and his chinese name is 姚甸彩. Mine is 礼, but apparently this generation name tradition is forgotten when it comes to my generation, so no one in my generation has this centre name.

How sad, seeing this age-old tradition being forgotten. Well, at least yesterday was an enlightenment.