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Those Days

‘Those Days’ (Hayes)

Looking back,
The night that belonged to me and you.
Nothing seems to lack,
Just an enticing night of me and you.

In an instant,
I have too much to say.
We will soon be separated by distance,
I’d only enjoy before the sun fades.

Even tomorrow might be filled with starlight,
It is nowhere near as beautiful,
As tonight’s alluring sight,
Seeing your smile, I feel blissful.

My lonesome, sealed heart was shaken by thy appearance.
Although we parted, thou made my life an elegance.

 

 

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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

 

There are not many woman who could make Hermione (from Harry Potter) looks average, or make Daenerys (from Game of Thrones) looks like a potato. But Kate Beckinsale is one. Her classy movements, perfect English accent, warm smiles, fun personality, everything, can just make everyone lost just by talking to her: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2avOxIQr-vc

Is it just me, or Kate Beckinsale is just one of the most flawless human on Earth? I used not to believe in Vampires, but Kate is 43 and she is looking like 25. With some naughty pranksters from time to time, she is definitely the dream of human race. It not really only about the way she looks, but the way she talks. She can definitely finish one off just by talking. Her eloquence just makes her like a queen or an angel! Her speeches are just super eloquent that she must have come to the wrong century!

If I ever own a bakery, I’ll name it Kate Bake & Sale!

‘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.

The story of a robbery

So a group of robbers decided to rob a bank one day. As they approached to the bank, the leader shouted ‘Freeze! Do not move! Money belongs to the country while the life belongs to you!’ So the people inside did not dare to move and just lied down. One of the robbers is a university graduate. He asked the leader ‘We should count the cash we have got now so we know how much we have robbed and can divide them easily!’

The leader argued back right away, saying ‘Are you serious? It takes forever if you count it now! If you want to know how much we have robbed, just watch the news tonight you retard!’ (This is called experience, sometimes working experience is important)

After a day, the news report said there were £10 millions being robbed in the robbery, while the robbers could only count £2 millions from their loot. After a while, the leader finally understood what happened, as he sighed and said ‘Ahh we gambled our life just to get £2 millions, while the bankers earned £8 millions from doing nothing like us. Nowadays being tricky and clever is the way to get rich.’

Well, that’s the end of story. All I want to say is that, nowadays, earning money that gives you a good life is a lot harder than it used to be. Nowadays there are 4 main ways to get rich:
1) Born rich —> I lost at the starting line
2) Working at least at the managerial position —> Could still work but this way will be eliminated soon.
3) Investment —> The ongoing way to get rich, it is wise to at least learn about the stock market, and do it in a sensible way.
4) Start up a business —> Has always been a way to give you some wealth, but takes some efforts and risks as it can either be so successful or extremely terrible.

Working hard is crucial, but unlike in the previous years, hard-work does not really help much for people to create wealth. Considering people actually get rich from selling air, it is all about the brain nowadays. Intelligence and creativity have always been important, but now they weigh even more than hard-work. Even if you work more than 50 hours a week in a shop, you probably still struggle to pay your mortgage. While if there is a ‘click’ in your mind, and you start up something that the society adores, even like selling-air, you can really end up having a huge amount of money that you cannot even finish spending.

Well, that’s a chance for anybody, considering even selling air can really give you some money. I hope it will be me, who can have a click in my mind, and become the ‘modern day Gladiator’.

Recipe for Stress

So today, I’m going to share my recipe for Stress. If you fancy a small plate of stress for your tea, or lunch, you can use my recipe.

Ingredients:
A)2 x 3000-word essays from University
B)1 x 3000-word research proposal
C)English dissertation
D)Plans for postgraduate study
E)Plans for work after study
F)Plans for settling down in somewhere I like
G)Consistent performance for table-tennis league matches

Steps:
1. Leave A) to 3 or 2 days before their due dates
2. Panic because B) is soon due as well
3. Start cutting A) in pieces and try to swallow them
4. Mix B) with C) because they are supposed to be the same, and cut them down and season them with your sweat and tears.
5. Put D), E) and F) aside as you wouldn’t have time left to take care of them.
6. Rely on teammates for G) because it is a team game and you are too tired to play any good games.

There you go, a recipe for stress, bon appetit.

So there has been a ‘Blind-date with a book’ event in university since the start of this week. I, as an English student, have always loved to read books apart from the ones in the course because reading them is as boring as watching the grass grows inch by inch. Also, I was attracted by the word ‘Blind-Date’ as it sounds like there are good books there, and it is only £2 for a book. So I thought, ‘Why not? Maybe the worst book I could get is a 50 shades of Bloody Grey.’

Having the preparation of getting myself into the book with terrible lines (like ‘His voice is warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel… or something’, ‘I feel the color in my cheeks rising again. I must be the color of the communist manifesto.’, and ‘Holy Crap! He’s wearing a white shirt!’), I went into the book store, and looking for my book, my soulmate, the ONE book I can date. I am usually not lucky in lottery and things, so I doubt I would really get a book I really like, but a book that allows me to escape from the torture of the English Literature Essay Writing would do the job, as a One Night Stand with a book.

The ‘Blind-Date’ books were covered in cardboard covers with descriptions of genres and a quote written on it. There were like 5, with 3 being poetry, which had been eliminated because I’ve had enough of poetry lately. The other one is mystery. Well, not too much of a fan of mystery as I have the memory of a gold fish and I will definitely forget some details in the book before I try to solve the mystery as Detective Chan. The last one…. the genre says ‘Theatre’. I remember some people say the word ‘theatre’ when they actually mean ‘cinema’, so I thought ‘Oh dear, it must be made into a film, so it must be quite good.’ I never have an expectation of it being like my favourite Nicholas Sparks’ books, but at least it’s a film. The worst case is that it would have the title of some…numbers like 50, and something grey? I did not look at the quote as I could not read that hand-writing and I thought it would not matter much. So, I bravely picked it up, and took it to the check-out and purchased it.

Then, I took it home, and slowly unwrapped my ‘date’. ‘Well even if it is 50 Shades of Grey, it’s fine, at least it would allow me to escape from the literature course.’ …. I tore the cardboard slowly from the middle, and I saw a logo, which literally made me mourn for the £2 I paid for that. The logo, is a well-known one. Well played, Penguin. I looked at the title, it says ‘Hedda Glaber and other Plays’ by Henrik Ibsen. Oh My God, this is worse than getting the grey book. It’s like going to a blind-date, and you think you picked up a fit bird, but it turns out that it is literally a bird. I never thought they would put those kinds of literature in the event, it’s like hiding a landmine under a rocky road where no one could see. Well played, well played.

Being taken over by The Fear

Lily Allen’s The Fear can probably be crowned The National Anthem of the 21st Century.

‘I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them’

These opening lines cannot be more real. People nowadays don’t give a crap about anything other than money. It’s easy to say we shouldn’t be too materialistic, but it’s hard to put this principle into life. At the end of the day, money means power, and it gives you a very comfortable life. It’s difficult, if not impossible, not to be engulfed by the greed inside us. Again, at the end of the day, ‘I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner’.

‘And I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous.’

This is exactly the view of the majority people I believe. We don’t seem to care how we get money, we don’t care about whether it’s ethic to do something in exchange of fame, glory, and eventually money. Is it the correct mindset? I don’t know. Living in a corrupted world, I don’t know what is real, and what I meant to feel anymore.

And here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25QrnxD-NB4 you get to hear the great national anthem of the 21 century.


I do admire Lily Allen’s ability to write lyrics in a very very poetic form (at least to me it is so poetic). But the most important thing, is I think she does write people’s heart. I personally think, she did write a lot that reflects my life. The Fear is one of them, The Littlest Things… ehm… I may probably have encountered something similar.

Well, listening to Lily Allen’s at least gives me some comfort, so I know there are people outside who could still see the truth.

‘Sometimes I find myself sittin’ back and reminiscing,
especially when I have to watch other people kissin
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?
I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found the light in the tunnel at the end’

I have a dream

To a pal of mine who kept saying to me ‘At the end, you will go back to Hong Kong to live and work, as you will never get a good job here in Europe even if you can stay here. Then you will definitely have to, willing or not, go back.’ I just want to tell this ‘pal’ of mine (who came to Aberdeen with me from Hong Kong), that I am sorry for his pessimistic view of the world. Living in Europe has been my dream for long. I know a fact that, staying in UK to work and to get a citizenship is never easy and I HAVE ALREADY KNOWN THAT, I do NOT need him to keep mentioning it to me that I got almost NO chance. I know this, so I started learning Swedish, because I found that it will be way easier to get a citizenship through Sweden. I will probably keep up my French again soon, because I could also do it through Belgium. Why do I do all that? Because I have a dream, that I would like to fulfil. To that friend of mine, I just want to tell you that, although in your eyes, every place is the same and it is just money that matters, I wholly, truthfully, sincerely, disagree with you. Yes, money matters. Money equals time, time can heal all wounds, so money may be able to cure all wounds. But, have you every thought about dreams, and happiness? A very rich person, can be so poor, that all his got is money. I am not saying that I don’t care about earning money, what I mean is, fulfilling my dreams would give me a sense of achievement, which ultimately gives me a life that I want.

Dreams are very crucial in one’s life, because without dreams, life is miserable. One can be both realistic and have dreams right? If you are an extreme realist who have no dreams, you can probably go ‘fund’ (as a substitute of a rude word) yourself on the day that you were born, as you know everyone is gonna die at the end and nothing last. I probably shouldn’t play table-tennis then because I’ll never be better than some people.

Practically, since the UK Border tends to hate International Students (as they even tried to limited their chance to work here right after graduating), my immigration plan has been changed and is no longer only limited to UK (sensible change as I like Sweden too, was just illuded since I came here long enough). After doing my Undergraduate degree, I’ll do a post-graduate degree here, and I aim at ‘International Law’ or ‘Real Estate’ to increase my competitiveness. To be fair, I thought I would like English and Linguistics, so I didn’t count my choice of subjects to be a mistake. Also, in the forth year, I’ll properly learn Swedish from University. After graduating, I’ll apply for jobs in Sweden that can give me work visa and work for 5 years. Job Done. Another route, if I am not satisfied with the job, I can ALWAYS do a course in Belgium (European Studies in KU Leuven) as it does not cost much, and keep going. As long as I stay in ANY EU countries (apart from UK) for 5 or more years I am entitled a EU passport. Am I not realistic? I checked everything I can do for my dream! And I will go fund myself for those plans!

So, my friend, do NOT think it is impossible for me. When there is a will, there is a way. The path may be tough, but I will get through it and be so happy that you will never be.

Many people have a false belief that English students need to read a lot of books, at least they have to read the texts that they are preparing for exams and essays. Ha, N-A-I-V-E.

Being an English student at university, I don’t believe it is necessary for you to read the original texts for your essay. Think about it, how many times in real life, after you read a course text, you can actually tell more details about the text than Sparksnotes? Or even the greatest invention Wikipedia? It can happen but not really the usual case. Probably you can get a clearer view of what is happening in the text using Sparksnotes or Wikipedia. Basically you never need to know the text in very detail for your essay, well, who would expect you to? You are not the writer himself, are you?

So, how do you get away with it? You might or might not need the whole plot, but if you do, Wikipedia will do the job for you. Then, depends on what the essay question is about, find articles about it online. Worried that you rely purely on the critic and not your own reading? Is that your fear? No way, critics always see things more correctly than you, unless you think you can be a good critic yourself. Having this fear is like relying on your own Mathematics skills rather than using a calculator.

So, we got the synopsis, and the critical review. What is next? Plagiarism is a big fall. So you have to (skilfully) rephrase everything. Try to avoid using the same wordings, just go search for synonyms and you should be fine. And of course, you can really put the critical review in your bibliography, just be truthful at this stage as you read it. As for the Primary source, of course you have to lie, or else, all your efforts will be gone!

Well, that’s how you get away with your English essay without having to read the course text (well, you can always read it if you like though). Feeling guilty that it is not your creative idea? Well, good traditions are supposed to be kept. It works for English and I am guessing some other subjects too.