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Hello, Goodbye, Hello

Hello, Goodbye, and Hello
I will never forget you.
My time here is now due,
For I shall leave here and glow.

My five years in Aberdeen have been the most wonderful so far, to an extent that it fears me to think about having to leave this place. Reality checks in, and something I had hoped for, but also feared for some time is definitely, but also inevitably, happening: I am moving from a student to another phase of life –> a worker.

Similar to the Aberdeen weather, everything changes everyday, as in a game of chess, where every set is a completely different story. It is exciting, yet scary, all the time. Somehow, I got a job offer from somewhere, which allows me to keep chasing my European dream. It is a new journey for me, exciting, but also gives me a fright, because it means I will need to get used to a whole new environment again. Nevertheless, I have to close the door to the past, open the door to the future, step on through, and start a new chapter of my life. This step is crucial and cannot be done wrong, for my own sake.

Humans can’t live without memories, still, they can’t live with memories alone. You have to wake up from your dreams eventually, dreams that you don’t wake up from will eventually turn into a messy sadness. This is why my step forward is essential. After having the dream-like lovely time in Aberdeen (probably not many people will agree with me), I am eventually moving on to wherever reality takes me to.  I shouldn’t have wished, naively, that my Aberdeen time lasts forever, as if time can stop, and time with friends studying, playing table-tennis, cooking suppers, and hanging out never ends. Now, it is time for me to glow in a new place!

The more beautiful a memory it is, the more painful it can become when you have to get out from it. Deleting my memories in Aberdeen? ERROR! The File is Too Big! Here in the last five years, I have encountered some of the best, the craziest and the most helpful friends. Even if we forget the faces of our friends, we will never forget the craves that were craved into our souls. The people who helped me when I needed help or companies the most; my teammates (from table-tennis club) who fought with me in the ‘battlefield’; some musical talents who can play some fine tunes; some inspiring people…… I will always remember that the most treasurable antiques are the dear old friends.

Yep my dear friends, I am on my way to establish my strong and stable future. Life is like a boat:

We are all rowing the boat of fate
The waves keep on coming and we can’t escape
But if we ever get lost on our way
The waves would guide you through another day

 

All the best to everyone

 

Hayes

 

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Plastic Memories Review

If you knew that your loved one has not got long to live, how would you two choose to spend the remaining time together?

Plastic Memories is a series with the protagonist, Mizugaki, working in a company called Terminal Service One. The story takes place in the near future, in which human works alongside androids which look exactly like humans and have human emotion and memory. Those androids are called Giftia. However, the catch is that  Giftia can only live for a maximum of 81,920 hours, and if they pass their expiration date, it causes personality disintegration, memory loss, and outbreaks of violence. This is when the Terminal Service comes into play, as the company retrieves Giftias who are close to the end of their lifespans from their owners, and erasing the Giftias’ memories. As Mizugaki works in the company, he sees a lot of different ways of human to say goodbye to their androids, and this is how the story begins.

The relationship between human and robots (or other non-human creatures) has always been a popular topic in sci-fic works (e.g. Frankenstein).However, what makes Plastic Memories different is that: unlike previous works, Plastic Memories neither discusses the existence of ‘spirit’ in Androids (or robots, not sure how they differ), nor explains whether the creation of androids or robots would bring catastrophic consequences to human-being. The sci-fic element in the story is basically the coating for it to develop its main them about life and death, about separation and such.

This is a rather flat anime when it comes to the plot. However, this is why I quite like it. There are many flaws in this anime indeed and I can only rate it ‘slightly above average’. However, I’d still like to recommend this to you because of the messages portrayed in the anime. When Mizugaki works for the Terminal Service, he saw many different reactions of different people when they have to say goodbye to their androids: some want to escape from the reality by running away from the Terminal Service team; some pray for miracles to happen; some feel betrayed by the android…. Then, how would Mizugaki react when he is in the same situation? No spoiler here, but what would you do? Yes, the value in this anime is the positive message behind it. I hope that if you do watch it, you will learn to treasure every day of your life afterwards!

Well, what’s worse than getting an offer that you know you would certainly like to go for, but you can’t? I would rather have my toenails peeled off one by one with pliers! Therefore, I kindly ask for any funding possible which would support my PhD study!

Why a Linguistics PhD?!

Having been in Scotland for five years and studying Linguistics for four years, I have been amazed by the indivisible link between language and identity.  Therefore, I intend to do a project on how the British Colonial period had an impact on Hong Kong Cantonese, and how the linguistics changes contributed to the reluctance of Hong Kong people to admit that they are actually Chinese. While there have been many researches done on how Chinese speakers learn English, the field on how English changed Chinese is still a fresh research area. I would like to be a pioneer academic to investigate in this field.

My Project:

My project is titled ‘The Impact on Hong Kong Cantonese by the British Educational Policy during the Colonial Period’. It would involve three main parts:

1. To conduct the research, the English Language education policy in Hong Kong from the early colonial period to the beginning of 21st Century will be analysed in order to get a grasp on the degree that English came into contact with Hong Kong Cantonese.

2. The unique features of Hong Kong Cantonese which came from English will then be found out. The loanwords from English to Hong Kong Cantonese will be categorised to see what side of culture English affected Hong Kong more.

3. Discussion of the change in the view of national identity of Hong Kong people brought by the influence of English in the colonial period (e.g. how? to what extent?)

This is a very brief introduction of my intended project and you are of course welcome to ask me more about it!

What I Would Offer for Your Investment:
£10- You will receive  important updates on my progress of my research project via e-mail, with ocassional discussion on the interesting reading I found.

£30- You will receive a postcard

£40- You will receive 4 free Chinese Lessons through Skype (I have been doing private tutoring during my time in Aberdeen so I believe you are guaranteed to learn something!)

£50- You will be in the Acknowledgement in my thesis (of course, only if you want)

£70- You will receive 8 free Chinese Lessons through Skype

£90- I will send you a copy of my thesis once I have finished it

£200- All of the above, and I will send you a personal letter to you every 3 months to keep you updated on the progress of my project.

Last but not least, if I can finally afford to get into the programme, I would

1. Set up a YouTube Channel (I already have one right now : https://www.youtube.com/user/711hayes but I will set up a new one) to keep all the contributors updated with my study in Ireland every week the least.

2. set up a new blog to discuss books I have been reading for my project (of course the interesting one!) (I do have a blog now: https://hayeschan.wordpress.com/author/hayeschan/ but yea I will set a new one up)

Help spread the word!

And for anyone who would like to contribute, here’s my funding page: https://www.gofundme.com/fund-my-phd-at-uni-college-dublin

 

Postgraduate Study

So finally the postgraduate programme of my selection (International Relations & International Law) finally commenced. In the first few weeks, I can feel the pressure that the workload has given me, and I also saw myself changing from a lazy uni lad to a bookworm. This is not the same as my undergraduate study, I actually now have to read in order to understand what’s going on in class. This is not easy.

How ever, this is a battle I have to win, this is the key year of my future. If I do it well, I really have a chance of settling down in Europe, and this has always been my long-term goal. No pain, no gain, I know I’ll have to work for it, and I will!

One can only do so much, I can only do what I can do. There are certain things to do less in this crucial year. I am glad, that I don’t feel bored even though the only things I do right now are to study and play table-tennis. This is fine for me. I am not sure if I can do more things other than that, apart from planning my future career.

Food and Girls

I am quite a good chef, and everytime I cook I try to think about how to improve my dish next time. And now I discover the connection between food an girls.

A good dish often looks good, smells good, and tastes good. It is the kind of food that you would like to keep in your mouth for as long as possible because once it went down to your digestive system, it is gone. This kind of food, is just like the beauty and cuteness of Emma Watson, and Kate Beckinsale.

There are many ways to cook: bake, fry, steam, boil….. Among those, deep-frying is the most special one, as it completely changes how the ingredients taste. The first few bites of a deep-fried product are probably quite enjoyable, as it has a crispy crust surrounding the hot stuff inside. However, it wouldn’t take long until you get sick of it because of the oil. Deep-frying, is basically just giving a crust to cover the food, just like the girls having enormous amount of make-up, or plastic surgeries, just to make themselves like the ‘deep-fried’ food. With everyone covering themselves with the ‘deep-fried’ crust, it is hard to spot the difference between Emma Watson and the others, until they uncover themselves. But what’s the point of it then? Everyone is just a clone?

Well, sometimes, all you need is just a normal bowl of rice. It does not have the beauty of Kate Beckinsale or the cuteness of Emma Watson, but at least, it is real.

‘After setting up the Guinness Record of beer tasting

I departed to Kronenbourg for a trip’

                                                                                                                           1664

The trip to Kronenbourg in France was completely random. Having no companion travelling with me, I decided to visit this little town in France for its fame on the best beer in the world, Kronenbourg Blanc. The journey from Aberdeen to Kronenbourg took a good couple days and cost a giant budget, and therefore I chose to stay in a cheap motel for the trip, and the motel itself, is called Hoegaarden.

I arrived in Kronenbourg on the 11th of July, 1664. The first thing I did, was to check-in for my stay in Hoegarrden. My first impression of the motel was that, it was pretty bright, but it did not look fancy at all. My thought of Coors Light came to mind: Cheap beer isn’t good for tasting, just like this cheap motel isn’t good for staying. But well, I might as well stay here to save some money.

I went to the reception and pressed the bell to be served. A lady, with an edelweiss headband, came with a smiley greeting. ‘Oh Edelweiss, Edelweiss, you look happy to greet me.’ I thought.

‘Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?’ She said with a friendly smile, with a French-ish accent. ‘I would like to check in please, a stay of… about two weeks? I am not exactly sure when I would go home but, Edelweiss shall bless my homeland forever so I am not too fussed about going back.’ I replied. ‘No problem, lately there are not many Tennent’s staying here so you are welcome to extend your booking anytime.’ She said in a happy tone. ‘Yep, thanks. We don’t really say ‘Tennent’s’ or tenants in this context but we call them residents I think. Thank you very much indeed. I am John Smith, and you are….’ I said with the greatest politeness. ‘My name is Stella, Stella Artois. Nice to meet you. You can teach me some English during your stay, and I can take you around the town of Kronenbourg, if you do not have much to do? There is nothing much in the motel that I do so…. Deal?’ She said with a giggle. ‘Yep sure indeed, it would be my pleasure and it sounds brilliant indeed!’ I replied. ‘Oui, since you are the first tennent, oh, no, resident in a month, here is a blue ribbon for you as a souvenir. And now I will show you your room.’ She then took me to show me my room.

It was pretty much a mini motel, and it didn’t even have a garden. I really wondered why it would be named Hoegaarden. But well, at least my room was tidy, with a bed, a writing table, and a little bathroom. Good! As she was going to leave, she asked me if I was free the next morning and she could show me the little park in the town as she would take her dog for a walk. Oh well, Edelweiss would really greet me in the morning!

Next morning at around eight o’clock, I was in the middle between dreaming and waking up, and I heard someone knocking the door. ‘Hey, good morning, Sir. This is Stella, you ready to go?’

‘Oh, Stella is so eager to show me around the town! Oh well, I am charming and suave, that is why!’ I thought with my ultimate confidence.

I went and opened the door, and saw Stella, still with an Edelweiss headband, holding her little dog, which looked like a Yorkshire Terrier to my knowledge.

‘Good morning Stella! How are you? Is this your dog?’ I asked ‘Oui, this is my dog, and his name is Brewdog because he brews a lot every day!’ She replied, with an interesting answer. ‘Oh Brewdog? Do you mean he pees a lot every day?’ I asked. ‘Ehm, yes I think I kind of mean that haha, are you ready for a walkie?’ She asked, with a gently smile. ‘Yes, I am ready whenever you are!’ I answered happily.

 

It was a nice, sunny day in the town of Kronenbourg. We walked a long a long, straight path for around an hour and a half, and finally we arrived at a park. During the walk, I got to know more about her background: So the motel was a family business of hers. Her parents passed away from an accident when she was twelve. She was then looked after by her uncle, Jack Daniel, who looked after the motel business until she went back and took care of the motel again when she turned twenty.

Back to the park where we went to with the little Brewdog. It was filled with greenery and there was a little lake in the middle.

‘Such a nice park, on a nice day, merci beaucoup my tour guide!’ I exclaimed. ‘You are welcome, sir! This park is called ‘Kingfisher Park’!’ She said. ‘Oh, that is a special name. Let me guess, there must be a very famous fisherman here?’ I asked. ‘You are right, sir. It was a bit of a legend, and I am not sure if it is entirely a true story. But around a century ago, there was a fisherman called Johnny Walker coming to this lake to fish. Since this is a small lake and no one has seen any fish in it, everyone thought it was a joke that he could fish anything. However, he somehow managed to fish a big salmon from it. And so, he was then crowned the Kingfisher, which gave the name of this park.’ She explained.

If listening to stories is all about focus, my focus was all over her angelic face, her melodic speech, and vivid gestures.

Well, it was a walkie for Brewdog, and we did need to keep him entertained. Stella picked a tree stick from the floor, and threw it.

Heineken!’ She shouted as she threw the stick away. ‘Heineken?’ I asked, with a question mark in my head. ‘Yes, Heineken indeed. This is like a little slogan. I used to say ‘High, lick it!’ as I threw the stick and Brewdog would run as fast as possible and get the stick. And sometimes I spoke it fast, it sounded like Heineken, and now I just say it.’ She answered.

This is the strangest, yet the most interesting girl I have seen.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. A few hours flew away quickly. Brewdog, after a few hours of chasing and playing with the stick, was tired. It was time to get home, walking along the long path again.

‘So you like the park, and obviously flowers?’ I asked, as we were walking. ‘Yes, no doubt. As you can see my Edelweiss headband.’ She replied. ‘That is nice, why Edelweiss though? Does it have any special meaning to you?’ I asked again. ‘Ehm, yes. Every time I see Edelweiss, I seem to hear the sound of music from the nature. For the Edelweiss I had on my head, I grew them since they were buds. They were even more beautiful when they were buds, and I called them Budweiser.’ She said, with a lovely smile, just like a blooming Edelweiss.

‘Arrrggghhh!’ Stella screamed suddenly, as we were walking, and pointed her finger forward.

There was a Cobra in the middle of the path, a big one indeed. I was scared. Never had I so keenly aware of the ability of my palm to manufacture sweat. But… with a terrified girl next to me, there was nothing I couldn’t do, because I was a knight, a chivalric one!

With the eye of Tiger, I held Stella’s hand, and lifted Brewdog with my other hand, and quickly ran to the Cobra, as if I was the Guinness record holder of the fastest sprinter in the world. The Cobra was flicking its tongue as I approached it.

‘Do not attempt to lick us, you cannot do Heineken, you are nae Brewdog!’ I shouted, as I kicked the Cobra when I approached it. I knocked the Cobra out!

‘Thank you very much, Sir! You are so brave!’ She exclaimed. ‘Well, you know, I am nae afraid of anything, and it was just easy peasy.’ I said. ‘Yep, you are such a Carling man!’ She said, and gave me a kiss on the forehead. ‘Ehm… You meant caring, don’t you? But thanks!’ I said, and my heart was pumping fast.

Never had I felt so alive! Who cares if she meant Carling or caring? Are there any more beautiful words than Carling or caring? Well, my palm was still sweating, but, she didn’t let go of my hand. So I was determined to hold that girl’s hand for every single second until we were back to Hoegaarden.

So we were back at Hoegaarden, and it was already afternoon. I was tired, but it had been a really nice day.

‘Thank you for keeping me company for the day, and saving me from the Cobra.’ She said to me. ‘You are welcome, and you are such a good tour guide, explaining the history and things in the park today.’ I said. ‘It is no problem at all! Ehm… Are you free tomorrow evening?’ She popped a question, unexpectedly. ‘Ehm… Ye… Yes, I am fr…ee tomorrow evening.’ I answered, oh, my heart started pumping fast again. ‘Would you like to have dinner with me? I know there is a good Chinese restaurant nearby, it is called Tsingdao. I only go there once in a Blue Moon, but it is really nice. I will meet you tomorrow at six in the evening then!’ She explained, she seemed so keen. ‘Yes, that would be… so… so nice! Good, see you tomorrow then!’ I said happily. She then waved me goodbye, as I went back to my room, and wrote, as I had the mood to do so.

‘Okay, what was going on here? What is the feeling at the pit of my stomach? Who is this gorgeous Edelweiss lady in this motel? I have never been nervous speaking to girls, never feeling tongue-tied. I am… confused.’ I thought. ‘What time is it now? Only five? Still more than 24 hours to go until the dinner date?’ Time really couldn’t go faster!

The next day, I could not be bothered doing anything because I was so excited and nervous about the dinner date. Is there anything worse than sitting there waiting for your first date with your heart pumping super-fast? I would rather have my nails peeled off one by one with pliers than sitting in my room, sweating and being nervous.

At exactly six o’clock, she finally knocked my door. It was the most harmonic knocking sound I have ever heard.

‘Are you ready to go?’ She asked, as I opened the door for her. ‘Oui, let’s go!’ I said, with my heart being like a hammer, rattling within my ribcage. Then, we were on our way to Tsingdao.

I did not know where the restaurant was, but she said it was in a place called ‘Coors Light district’, which was not too far away from Hoegaarden. We walked there, and along the way, we talked about what we did during the day time. So her day was much more productive than mine. She took Brewdog to a farm for a walk, and then came back to Hoegaarden to work. Well, I could not really tell her I had been waiting for the dinner the whole day, could I? I simply told her that I took a rest today, and quickly changed the topic to the restaurant we were going to.

Not long after, we arrived at the restaurant. We were both hungry, and I looked at the menu outside, it wrote ‘Famous Grouse buy one get one free’. I was unsure about this dish, but it sounded appealing.

‘Have you had the Famous Grouse here?’ I asked. ‘Yes, it is basically a roasted grouse. We can have it, it is quite a good deal!’ She answered. Yep, it sounded like a fair deal, and so we ordered two Famous Grouse.

It was the first time I went to a Chinese restaurant. It was quite busy, but the atmosphere was quite warm. We were at the seats next to the window. As it was dinner time, there was a lighted candle in the middle of the table. How romantic was that?!

After we sat down, she started speaking about her life in the town. I was trying to concentrate on what she was saying, but I couldn’t. My focus was all on how beauteous she was. Her beautiful blue eyes shone like diamonds, or the blue in the summer skies.

When she caught my gaze, I felt lost in the magic maze.

It was not until the food arrived, that I regained my attention that I was actually in a restaurant. The food was delicious, but it had nothing to compare to my adore for her Edelweiss headband, blond ponytail, cherry sweet lips, the way she smacked her lips before she talked, the way she laughed……

I wanted to freeze time; I wanted to savour every moment during the dinner. The more I looked at her, the more I understood Keats’ words saying ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’. Her face became the eternal sunshine of my spotless mind.

Time went past, and we finished our meal, and of course, I paid for the meal, just trying to be a gentleman.

‘It is gin o’clock! Do you want to go back to Hoegaarden for a drink? She asked, as we left the restaurant. ‘Yes sure, that would sound good. What do you want to drink?’ I asked. ‘I said it is gin o’clock. My uncle Gordon sells gin to make a living, and he gave me a bottle of his gin last Christmas. I have not opened it yet, but I think it would be a good drink for tonight.’ She answered. ‘Yes, that sounds good as well, let’s have gin!’ I said, feeling quite excited as she seemed to enjoy the dinner date.

We went back to Hoegaarden. The familiar place being so unfamiliar, since the original place for holiday became the venue of a date, and it felt a bit like a place for me to be interviewed. We went to the reception, and Stella asked me to go behind the till with her. ‘What is she doing?’ I thought.

Behind the till, there was a trap door.

She opened the trap door, and then asked me to follow her to get down.

She climbed down first, then I followed her. It was like the fifth step, that we saw some light. I looked down, and there was actually a hidden compartment , and it felt like another world.

We reached the lower-ground floor, it was like another lounge, but this one it was like a greenhouse, with a field of flowers, and a table with chairs at the corner. I was shocked, how can there be a hidden compartment in the motel? It was such a beautiful place too, with the flowers blooming. ‘I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom, for me and you.’ The lyrics ran through my head.

‘You did not expect this place, did you?’ She asked, with a giggle. ‘Oh yes, never expect there would be such a beautiful, hidden compartment here, with flowers too!’ I exclaimed. ‘Yes, the architect of this complex building is an enthusiast of nature, which is why he had to have a hidden compartment of flowers here. The idea is that people who work in this motel can enjoy the nature here when they are taking breaks. This is where I grew my Edelweiss too!’ She said, happily. ‘So this is the most important bit of Hoegaarden? Because this carries the architect’s mind?’ I asked. ‘Yes, the whole garden, is Hoegaarden. When we got the hotel, the designer told us that the part where normal people see without getting down the trap door is just the tip of iceberg. The architect is called Carl, and so we call the upper bit Carlsberg; while this bit is the centre of Hoegaarden.’ She said.

We then went to the table there, and she took out the bottle of gin from her uncle Gordon, which reads Gordon’s Gin. We started drinking. I was, ehmm, as nervous as a mouse in a cat house, because I felt like I had to make good impressions so that she would maybe like me.

‘How do you like Kronenbourg?’ She asked. ‘I em…. Think it is quite nice here, loving this place! This motel is good too!’ I answered, being a bit tongue-tied. ‘Yes, this is not a big city, but this is what I like, being quiet, and just … nice, a comfortable place to live in.’ She replied to me. ‘Same here, I prefer a place where I feel comfortable to live in, rather than a place where people are too materialistic. Sometimes, it is good to pause for a moment. Beauty is wrapped and hidden between every second of life, and if you don’t stop for a moment, you may miss it. This is why I like it here.’ I could not believe I came up with this suggestive answer. I was looking at her beautiful eyes when constructing my utterance, and the words just came naturally.

She seemed to have noticed the fact that I was staring at her as I was saying. Her pale face was slightly changing to pink, like rose. She looked like she was going to say something, but she did not say a word eventually. There was an awkward silence.

I was thinking about what to say. It was a moment where I needed to say something. I made such an entrance with my utterance and I had to back it up with something. Well, no, I was…I had to go back to Aberdeen to work anyway, maybe I should not tell her anything and start a joke? No! This is just an excuse for a coward not to admit the fact that he likes a woman. Love is about grand gestures; love is about going extra miles even if it may hurt; love is about discovering the courage inside you that you did not even know that existed!

With this mindset in my head, I finally asked ‘Can I extend my stay here?’, having the courage to catch her gaze when speaking. ‘Yes, the Carling man. Till when?’ She said, with a cheeky smile, as if she knew the idea behind my question. ‘That is caring, the Edelweiss lady. And the answer would be till…. whenever.’

 

P.S. Sequel coming up if there is traffic.

With the stock markets, currency exchange, and bookmakers all indicating a strong ‘Remain’ vote in the EU in-or-out referendum, it came all as a surprise, that Britain would, against all odds, vote for a Bre-xit.

Since the Primer Minister David Cameron set out the date for the referendum, ‘Remain’ side has always been the favourite, which could be a bad thing for the ‘Remain’ campaign as they thought they would win easily. The ‘Bre-xit’ side, however, campaigned hard, gained the momentum, and finally won.

Not judging which side is right or wrong, David Cameron is definitely a political gambler. In two years, he set out two referendums: The Scottish Independence Referendum, and the EU In-or-Out Referendum, which could potentially break the whole UK down. He does value democracy, but at the same time, it could really split the whole UK. In the Scottish referendum, he won; and in this one, he lost.

From the referendum, it is not hard to see the country is so divided. No matter which side won, there would be nearly half of unsatisfied voters. The main division, as I could see, was between the rich and the working class: The rich backed Remain while Workers backed Leave. This can also be seen from bookmakers: Big bets went to back ‘REMAIN’; while small individual bets backed ‘LEAVE’. Whichever the result went, the country would still have to settle the big division between two sides.

Now a Brexit vote won, there are consequences, although no one can confirm whether it is good or bad for the country. The economy will fall a bit as the pound went down; there would be inflation; house prices would drop (but this probably would be short-term), it could trigger another Scottish referendum as Scotland voted decisively on Remain, and it could potentially ruin the EU.

Well, sometimes where there are risks, there are opportunities. There are pros and cons in everything. For me, there would be a Hayes-xit in-and-out referendum after I graduate next year, and see if the HNP (HayesChan National Party) would vote for remaining in UK or leaving to work in other countries.

Lottery-> Who doesn’t know it is almost impossible to win big money from it?
£1 to buy a chance of being a millionaire, it is not a lot, but it is wiser to save it for food and things, which we basically need.

LOL! The aim of lottery is not for people to practically get rich. It is not an activity for people to burn their money; not a ticket for people to revive (to live another life), a chance for people to fantasise about winning the lottery before the results come out.

What would you do ‘when’ you won the million dollars/ pounds?
Study/ work-free life, partying everyday, living in a castle, travelling around the world (or maybe the space as well), hiring celebrities to appear in your party, and probably never calculating the maximum amount of money you can use in a day……..

Nowadays people fight loads of obstacles just to get a job; working like a bull just to earn enough to make a living. Now you can use a quid, to buy a dream, or fantasy, what a fair deal!

So we should not be pissed that we don’t win. We should be thankful to the National Lottery for allowing us to spend a quid on a never-ending dream. Winning, is just a bonus.

So Leicester finally won the Premier League title. Before the season started, or even at the half of season, no one would have expected them to win. It was just like horses which win a donkey derby do not win a grand national. But they proved that it is possible. Well done Leicester.

It has been quite an exciting season. As I suggested in my previous post about the Premier League, the traditionally ‘good’ teams all play rubbish this season, they are entirely trash.  I’d rather watch Watford, Norwich, Crystal Palace, and Bornemouth, at least they try and play as  a team!

The league table proved my point, that the famous teams like MU, Chelsea, Liverpool….. they were not even close to the top. Well it is good though, that Leicester won the title. They have been playing so well in every game so they deserve it. But it will be hard to imagine how they will do in UEFA Champions League next season, against teams like Barcelona or Bayern Munich? Well they will prepare well for it I think! Hope Watford would win the Premier League next season!