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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

 

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‘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.

Having been in UK, I concerned too much about immigrating here. I know clearly that, I don’t wanna go back to Hong Kong for work. But what I did miss, was that, there were more European countries that are available to me, that I probably love, that are probably better than UK for me. To be honest, I do like Scotland.

UK immigration is being more and more difficult. It was quite a worry to me, leading me to (maybe) think about doing courses that I totally don’t suit (Yes I thought about doing something related to oil in postgraduate so I can almost guarantee a job that will give me a working visa to stay). All my plan is to study and work, so I can legally stay here for 10 years, then apply for Indefinite Leave Remain, and then a citizenship.

My plan will probably still work, as the new rule of working visa doesn’t affect me, although I think it is entirely a BULLCRAP. So the new rule is, if you want to apply for settlement in UK through working visa, you have to earn £35,000 when you apply for it. While UK ‘seems’ to be blaming for EU immigrants, it is continuing to build the barriers for Non-EU people who want to settle down in UK. This allows me to see what the government really is. There are many people who stay here with working visa will be forced to leave the country if they don’t earn that much. Some of those people are married. To them, it will be a painful divorce. Is that what you want, No. 10? A trial separation, or painful divorce? I know you don’t want unskilled workers to come to the country, but isn’t £35,000 a bit too high? The average salary in UK is way lower than that. Oh yea, also, Non-EU immigrants account for all the immigrants in the country. It makes sense. And yea, you train people and kick them away, as if you cooked a meal, and you throw the food away, make sense.

If I have one piece of advice for people who want to study in UK, that will be “Don’t, if you are not the next Einstein.” You come here to study, you pay a huge tuition fee, and you will NOT be welcome to stay in the country after you graduate if your IQ doesn’t score 200. Well, I’d say Scotland’s approach to students has been nice and friendly, so I quite like Scotland. It’s just that the people in power…. that grosses me out.

Perhaps, studying in UK is a mistake, but I wouldn’t have known that. I’d rather have gone to other European countries for university, even though language could be a communication barrier. But at least, I will feel welcome there. Now, even if I qualify to settle down here, I’m not sure if I will. Thanks for the people in power for encouraging me to learn a new language, and to know what I really want to do. Cheers mates!

Before approaching this discussion, I have to make it clear that, the following is purely my opinion. I believe when supporting a certain party in an election, you are supposed to think from the country as a whole. I did not, as I knew if I were already a UK citizen, I would have supported a different party (i.e. if it is not for the sake of immigration). I know it’s wrong for me to do that, but before I can really vote when I think about the country as a whole, I need to be a citizen first. Therefore, I only supported parties which can be beneficial to me. It’s kinda selfish but well….

Not long after the poll stations closed, the exit poll came out, putting Tories on top of the list with 316 seats versus Labour’s 239 seats. Tory, was the government, that closed the post-study-work visa route that would have allowed me to stay here for 2  years after graduating. With the post-study-work visa route, I would be confident that I can successfully move here to the UK, the place that I like. However, they closed it. So, I knew it wasn’t good news for me as the exit poll came out. I have to prepare that one day I’ll be forced to leave the country as I don’t qualify to be a citizen here. SNP did well, and they said they wanted to reintroduce the post-study-work visa for international students. I am happy they did well, but I am not sure if they can actually bring it back for me. Well, what matters in the end of the day, is only the person in 10 Downing Street, especially with a majority government. So I am not sure what they can do about it. Of course I hope they can bring it back but I am gonna prepare for the worst.

Well it ended up a majority Tory government, with Labour party, Lib Dems, and UKIP being crushed. UKIP got quite many votes but they just got 1 seat. Labour Party was such a disappointment, they could not blame it on SNP’s success as even if they added up the 56 seats that SNP got, they would still have lost by quite a margin. Lib Dems, probably a mistake that they did a deal with Tory last time. So the leaders of the three parties were gone. Ed stepped down, the bacon sandwich tale ended; Nick Clegg resigned, quite like him actually; Nigel… brought a lot of fun sometimes, will his teeth get deported for NOT BEING WHITE?

Well, congratulations to Tory then, time for me to find out ways to stay in Europe, oh dear it’s difficult…. Might as well get my own party, HayesChan National Party (HNP)!

Since the ‘yes’ votes lost, I have been thinking about whether my immigration plan would still work. I just can’t be so positive for it. I just don’t think there is a high chance that the plan that my family and I worked out would work. I thank them for their massive support, as I am the first priority for the immigration plan, as they know that I love Europe, and going back to Hong Kong would be like putting a salmon back onto the beach (i.e. it would suffer). We aim at 3 types of visa which would allow me to stay in the UK for 10 years, then I could get into the citizenship:

Tier 1 (Entrepreneur):
This plan requires you to invest £200,000 to run a business, and the business has to work for 3 years before you can extend the visa to more years. This is still the main part of the plan, however, I would quite feel sorry for my parents. It is their money, they earned it with a lot of work and sweat. ALTHOUGH they want to use it to give a chance for all of us to move here, I am not sure if it is a good idea to risk that amount of money. Besides, after the general election next year, there is a chance that they are restricting the rule too, so I am not sure if we can even afford it.

Tier 2 (General)
This is the plan that I aimed at, but I am super UNCONFIDENT about it. I need to get a job with annual salary more that £24,000, and the company who hired me has to show that there is NO other EU candidates who can fill in this role (I think the immigration rule is a bit of a racist) I just don’t see how I can get it….

Tier 4 (Student)
Being a student for 10 years? Aye, the ideal case, IF the 8-year-cap (limit that you can’t stay in university for mroe than 8 years on student visa) This is not gonna work in my opinion…

My mum joked about marrying a British girl would allow me to stay here. Aye, it is true, but it is hard. If any of the reader of this post is inetested, give me a shout and we will see if we have chemistry. (Lol!)

As I have mentioned in one of my previos posts, I love Scotland. I can’t imagine what it woudl be like if I am forced to leave: remember every previous memory here: the scene that I first came here, the friends I got here, the silly jokes I share with my friends here, and how I started table-tennis here, going nightouts…………… I think I would burst into tears if I am forced to leave those memories.

If I cannot get to stay here, I would go to Sweden (probably one of the easies EU countries to immigrate, with many people speaking English too), get a EU passport, then (if UKIP does not succeed), then I would still be able to come back to this amazing land as a EU Citizen and stay for long.

Scotland, is my first love (in terms of countries). I am sure there are other good countries I would like out there, like Belgium, and Germany. But my first love, is always gonna be Scotland, and so, it will need to be my home.