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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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Gloomy Modern Days

The ideas of true love, and soulmates, in modern day relationships, are merely utopian. Maybe, just maybe, what we are seeking for, are not the so-called ‘true love’, or ‘soulmates’, but just a person whom you shared so much precious experienced with or someone who gave you so much irreplaceable memories, that you are reluctant to let that person go.

So, what would be the most crucial thing that you look for or expect in love? Is it like the mutual, childish, but kinda shy confession like in Little Manhattan? Would it be a person who would always plan carefully for the future, to make sure everything is okay in the relationship? Would it be a scene, where you and your loved one are walking along the beach, leaning on each other, and watching the sunrise together?

Think about this, think of your favourite moment, were you alone? Or were you with someone? Life is certainly better with company (Up in the Air). Perhaps, the most important element in a relationship, is the consistency, so that the mutual love would never change and the high point of the relationship would last long enough. That is the most attractive yet mysterious thing in love, which traps people to seek for love, despite being hurt again and again.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
         Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
         Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
         Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
         Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
(John Keats, Bright Star)
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d
(Alexander Pope)
This Alexander Pope’s quote is an interesting one. In general, it is about the chaste women devoting their lives to serving God, and cutting themselves off from real life. They are happy, because they can be ignorant to the burdens, and negativity in real life. The vestals, and the world don’t think about each other. The ‘eternal sunshine’ in line 3 refers to a mind that does not dwell on tribulations from the past and dissociates itself from anything from reality, thus being able to experience the true bliss, the true happiness. And therefore, they are able to accept every prayer, and they are able to demit themselves from their unrealistic wishes.
I like this poem, because it can serve as a comfort to individuals who are suffering from emotional problems. Well, is detaching from reality the best way of escapism? It may be a short-term remedy, but in the long run, you still need to face the problem, yourself. Running away from the problem never helps, because the ‘eternal sunshine’ in the poem is unrealistic. Everyone has problems that he/ she has to deal with. That differentiates our life stories, as we are all different, and we have different chapters in our lives. A successful life belongs to the ones who can overcome difficulties, and enjoy life while surrounded by obstacles, any time, anywhere.

10 Downing Street in Hayesland

‘Alcohol makes me sober,
for it makes me super-super!’
says King Hayes with his Budweiser treat,
at the biggest pub of Hayesland, 10 Downing Street.

‘Down it! Down it! Down it!’
says the drunk who never quits.
He thus named the pub, with the liquor wheat,
Down it, Down it, 10 Downing Street!

’24 hours in a day,
24 beers in a case’
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Keep me well-fed, stock up the brew!

Hayesland is the ‘La La Land’,
with the most premier liquor in hand.
A glass of nice wine a day,
Keeps your discomfort away!

The Fable of Hayesland (1)

 Hayesland, the most pleasant nation on the orb,
where quality of life is top.
It is a place where ideals are achieved,
a place with anything but grief.

Life in Hayesland is the most delightful,
every citizen is treated as part of the royal.
It all thanks to the government formed by Hayes,
who are well-known as the ‘Fifty Shades of Hayes’.

Citizens in Hayesland are joyous,
they always say ‘Thanks for delivering a good life to us.’
They need no worried mind,
Their contentment is an eternal sunshine.

Peace in country comes from comprehensive welfare,
Which is what the monarch mostly care.
Everyone is guaranteed with basic needs,
Only luxury is on the business deed.

In such a decent society, they do regulate
the people who want to come and stay.
To assure the quality of life within,
they set immigration rules to keep the citizen’s grin.

To move to Hayesland you have four ways,
If you succeed your fame and glory raise.
They are nothing easy but if you are on board,
You will receive your papers as the ultimate reward.

If you somehow get on to wedding carriage,
With a Hayesland citizen in a marriage,
You have the right to claim a passport,
Since Hayes, for the sake of a family, shalt not deport.

 If you can kick the ball with your feet,
You are welcome to join Hayesland’ sports elites,
To compete on behalf of Hayesland for glory,
To make the most of your life story!

 A beautiful mind thou hath got,
Easy can you obtain a passport,
For we Hayesland value thoughtful thoughts,
Thou canst help us build our Camelot!

 Final way of immigration is through investments,
This, however, gives you a limited time in heaven,
Since wealthy bastards shalt not be tolerated,
As they will eventually be badly hated.

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.

<Copenhagen Trip Prologue>
There a young lad travelling up north again,
A young lad with a great will and passion.
The previous Scandinavian journey made him content,
Giving him a clear picture of immigration.

‘Stockholm is a posh and proper city’ he said,
He then decided to visit the ‘City of Towers’.
Posh, as he expected his wallet to stay unrest,
Yet, he paid to view the heart of Dane Power.

Also being inspired by the film Copenhagen,
In which the city’s most beauteous form was portrayed.
He will be seeking for the specific, magical moment,
When he is finally on his way.

Hey Hey Ho, there hs goes!
Visiting all the scenic views in the film,
Is one of his alternative goals,
And the most crucial things is to grant his immigration plan!

So excited to visit another Scandinavian country! Hopefully will see the city’s beauty and whether I’d like living there!

Poetry: Friendzone

Well haven’t written a poem for a while. Wrote it after seeing a film quite related to friendzone, hope you all like it.

Friendzone, a doomed Bell Jar

Bittersweet memories,
I always offered, when you needed me.
Yes, you trusted me, you needed me, just not in that way.
As I am stuck in the ultimate friendzone, where you can tell me about your date.

Here is my honest narration,
Friendzone is nothing much but a gruelling affliction.
Offering you everything you need,
Although knowing it is a never-ending land it leads.

What do I mean to you?
Why do you never give me a chance too?
You once described I was a nice guy,
Oh well, you can always try before you ‘buy’!

I dreamed that we could have our own sweet nest,
Yet you left me awake with a sweet unrest.
How nice is it, if my dreams turn real?
Then my fragile broken pieces will ever be healed!

Forlorn! Forlorn!
For thou aren’t fond.
Thou shalt not be responsible for my scar,
As you merely put me in a doomed Bell Jar.

Fragments of memories

American singer Kelly Clarkson has a song called ‘A moment like this’, which says A moment like this, some people wait a lifetime.

Yes, life is often composed of the past, of the memories we have, for certain moments that we always want to remember. After having read quite much Romantic literature (in terms of Romantic period), I can see that most writers at that time agreed with that too. Take my favourite poet John Keats as an example, in his poem Bright Star (which is one of my favourite poems of his), he was trying to capture the moment, that he was leaning towards his girlfriend Fanny Browne; in his Ode to a Nightingale, he was trying to turn the moment that he saw the nightingale into literature. Everyone has different moments that he wants to remember: the happy ones, the sad ones, the romantic ones, the hilarious ones, the touching ones…….. But it has to be unique, and probably special.

Well, do we actually live in the past, or the present? (I think we can neglect the possibility of living in the future as we are not Marty in Back to the Future) We all live in the past. If we think about it this way, life is just composed of all the fragments of memories we had, the ‘present’ that we see, is just going to turn to the past, to the history in the next second, just like Jimmy Hendrix said ‘The story if life is quicker than the wink of an eye), the present does not mean much as it turns to the past too quick. That is probably why my favourite Romantic writer John Keats, immersed himself into describing the memories he had, trying to re-collect some of the best moments he had, with the ‘words brighter than bright, and fairer than fair’ (when he described Fanny in his letter) If, I can travel back in time, I would also like to go through certain moments in my life again. (And of course I would like to visit Keats, as he is sometimes my inspiration of writing.) And the following piece of writing, is for me to remember a friend who is going back home soon. (I rarely write poems, so I am not sure if it is a good one)

Forlorn! Forlorn!
For thou art gone.
Lasting fragments I get,
When thou art back for dawn.

Eternal Sunshine with the waking dream,
Woken by the hateful gleam.
Go back where you belong,
We are fish in different streams.  

Poem for Fun--The Horses

The Horses By Hayes Chan

The fairest animal of extravagance,
Bringing the clip-clop sound with hooves.
They are the precious friends to human,
As they raise our lives to roof.

Equipped with lightening speed like flying birds,
Frankel claims the Racing Chief,
Overtaking Zenyatta the Queen of Dirt,
Who retired from a disappointing grief.

Horses’ spirits are what we should learn:
Facing the strongest opponents in race,
Their hearts don’t shrink but burn,
They gallop eagerly at the highest pace!

One’s glory is not in his wealth and skill,
But in his courageous heart and the most ambitious will!

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I just write for fun, this is probably not a good one haha Well I do like horses though, they are lovely!