by Henry Kwok
Title: 醉酒NZ125日記; OR…SEEDY ENTRY NZ125
Subtitle: To My Teachers
2008年8月1日（3:15 Auckland Time; 4:09PM Auckland NZ125
STANDARD; 5:15PM Melbourne NZ125; 人生苦短，今日要偷番兩小時，a bit seedy;
with songs of Timbaland）
EXTERNAL EXPERIENCE
EDUC2609. External
experience (English) (9
credits)
Students
travel outside Hong Kong to a place where English is the mother tongue, for a
mixture of courses, language immersion, cultural orientation and experience; or
the equivalent.
Assessment
will be by 100% coursework.
What is meant of ‘the equivalent’? Here the
following:
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語無倫次咪語無倫次，有乜所謂？！ni 篇直情要諾貝爾文學獎啦！
THX SUNANDA DHINGRA! I’m SORRY, my first language
is still Cantonese. But from the lines here I’m sure you fucking know that I’m
a bit seedy and hangover rules over my mind and my writing right now. Fuck
that! Remember cohesion, and FUCK. Lunch refreshment is coming, and I was
afraid they might see what the fucking hell I was writing. Anyway, now, I
finished, and I cheers bro to Mark taking the rubbish away. And people keep
talking about the things in intercultural studies. Anyway, that’s my discourse,
that’s my genre. And you know, let me just rewrite the fucking Chinese words
above again. I mean, life is short. To be or not to be? It’s a question. Or is
that a question. I won a lot this game. You know what? Oz is slower than NZ 2
hours, which means to me Mr Henry Kwok I won today again. Time is money. That’s
why you don’t need to win on craps table in casino, but you can also win on Air
New Zealand. Fuck kiwi, when I jump to Air New Zealand in Auckland. First, you
know, yesterday we wanna mix the drinks and buy some juice in Foodtown, and the
plastic bags burst! WTF Hell? The Kiwis only know fucks and chups, or the
Pakeha Papa Kepaka whatever. One Maori is hot. I’m sure you get a crush on him.
Anyway, fuck Air New Zealand. I was just 28 kg. and the gentleman is kind
enough to teach me take out the stuff from suitcase and stuff them inside the
backpack. He’s even kind enough to play magic that reduce the whole stuff into
23 kg so I can escape unscathed this time! So, lucky me. But you know what?
Wyman, my friend in Auckland, got to take the snake I bought in Australia Zoo
back and on the streets he hang it on his shoulder, with the shaving cream
(FLAMMABLE) on his side pocket of his jacket. HAHA, he probably like Jack
thinks that why the fuck I’m so chut (7). Anyway, this time, he is yau chut
chor! And I’m not! Give that to him as a souvenir. So…I got it. He also bought
me a flat white. COOL, after hangover. Here are the cures for the hangover that
I learn in Oceania:
1. Coca Cola. Andrew, Jennifer Alford’s husband,
briefed me about the best cure for hangover is coca cola because of the
absorbing power of the glucose and sugar that kill over all alcohol left. Good!
I tried that, you can also mix with vodka, my turf man!
2. Hair of the dog. Drink as much alcohol as
possible the next day. Symbol of Australian culture and identity.
3. Just muck in and go to a room with thousands of
cigarettes. Fuck that! COOL MAN! All liquids gone, except beer.
4. ATTENTION: pls also be reminded that the captain
of NZ125 got the absolute power of arresting intoxicated passengers, as promulgated
under the Warsaw Convention. Anyway, fuck that. Coz two weeks ago in Brisbane
the Last Supper is with Chardonnay, which as a relative clause I drinking right
now. After Chardonnay, I got coffee. Also the coffee next to the table right
now.
5. So, what’s number five? It’s the MSN. Just fuck
off everybody on your list. I hi to Queenie Lau Yin Man and said yeah I
treasured every moment we spent in the politics tutorial and we made a very
good company there. Cheers! It’s so much fun when we come to MSN with tipsy
drunk Henry Kwok. Did I say, ‘Hi, I’m Henry?’
The next thing that I’m going to write about is the
power of written language and Sonnet 16. You know what? Shakespeare said that
‘So long lives this, and this gives life to thee!’ Truly afraid that I just
lose every memory in Brisbane and Auckland. So, that’s why Shitsbeer said that
language of this shit of seedy entry (this) lives, as this gives life to
everyone!
RAMBO RAMBO, declared randi sb. I forgot her
fucking name Kelly Lindsay. Anyway, nice to meet you coz u r so hilarious!
What the other things. I guess it’s about this
entry. It’s also one entry in the immersion portfolio. Thair and chutiya
Vishal! Got it? KK would definitely love it becoz we’re not the Tasmanian Devil
Chutiya (TDC). I can use language in context. It’s not classroom language, and
who cares man? So, just go straight. That’s one entry. Context and text, you
know Derrida? My discourse is deconstruction! Truth as discourse! Memory.
Cultural space. Dr KK Tong, you must be wondering like Shitsbeer in the
following fashion:
1. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
2. Thou art more lovely and more temperate
3. (I can memorise it and get it out). Rough winds
do shake the darling buds of May
1. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
2. Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
3. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
4. And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
5. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
6. And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
7. And every fair from fair sometime declines,
8. By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
9. But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
10. Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
11. Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
12. When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
13. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
14. So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Copy it, si lun dan! 是LUN但！
Alright, probably here let’s toast to the past.
Said, George Orwell. You know what, I start to learn the right things or the
correct interpretation of the literature courses I study. Sloshing really
helps! It works!
U also got that? I puked on the floor, even with
the suitcase outside. Is that ok for me to clear the customs in Melbourne? I
was just wondering.
Commentaries
This is one of the most famous of all the
sonnets, justifiably so. But it would be a mistake to take it entirely in
isolation, for it links in with so many of the other sonnets through the themes
of the descriptive power of verse; the ability of the poet to depict the fair
youth adequately, or not; and the immortality conveyed through being hymned in
these 'eternal lines'. It is noticeable that here the poet is full of
confidence that his verse will live as long as there are people drawing breath
upon the earth, whereas later he apologises for his poor wit and his humble
lines which are inadequate to encompass all the youth's excellence. Now,
perhaps in the early days of his love, there is no such self-doubt and the
eternal summer of the youth is preserved forever in the poet's lines. The poem
also works at a rather curious level of achieving its objective through
dispraise. The summer's day is found to be lacking in so many respects (too
short, too hot, too rough, sometimes too dingy), but curiously enough one is
left with the abiding impression that 'the lovely boy' is in fact like a
summer's day at its best, fair, warm, sunny, temperate, one of the darling buds
of May, and that all his beauty has been wonderfully highlighted by the comparison.
Si LUN DAN! When I submit this piece to the Nobel
Prize committee, I’m sure that I aint got anything. But like Martin Amis and
Christopher Hitchens and James Joyce, history is where I wake up from modernity
nightmare. Wilfred Owen: ‘I love you friends, my enemies and I kill you’. Not
exactly is alright. That’s re-accentuation. Wrong, probably, but who cares?
Dear everyone, hope that you get how fucked off I
was after four days of vodka and whiskey. Thx Elaine Ho for teaching me. I know
that I was so stupid when your husband teach me English Studies Year I. I was
just dummy. But, forgive me, I am ok now. And I know the truth as discourse
now. Cheers, seeya.
Please send this copy to Dr Elaine Ho and Professor
Douglas Kerr. Also, Dr K. K. Tong and Dr David Bunton. You know the linguistics
of boogie! Ms Nicole Tavares, sorry last time I truly didn’t mean to show you
out in a sudden. And I’m always like when sb treat me well (like my grandma) I
didn’t know! You are a amazing teacher! My most amazing teacher! Just ignore
this when you read this, if you’re not happy. Since this great immersion trip,
I start knowing that I have to take my formal curriculum as a precedence over
other things (the first email exchange, remember? I still got that in my mail box).
Don’t forget Jane Wong, our lovely lovely cool lecturer. I always wanna say
thank you to you and come back to SPACE, but I aint got any chance. And also
Margaret. Your lecture brings back my love for Daniel Powter. I listened to DP
everyday. Free Loop and Bad Bay. My addiction. I’m so sure about that. And you
said, as a critical literacy and discourse analysis project, it doesn’t really
matter whether the language is filled up with swears and f-words. Who cares
man? That’s LANGUAGE OUT THERE! Sometimes L1 and L2 differences lie there.
Going for a ride right now.
Also, every Nicole is so nice! Nicole Svencis, and
Rob Svencis, you are wonderful! I’m sure that your kids will be PM someday. You
know what? Kevin Rudd used to study in Ashgrove, the same school as Aidan
studied. Don’t let Aidan and Gab read this. They’ll sooner or later know what
the meaning of it is. Also, Rob, I know you r a serious man and a good father,
but you know what? U said when u r young u also smoke in Adelaide. But who
cares? Now as a father to Gab and Aidan, u quit and set a very good example of
dad to them. Right?
Hi I’m Henry. Lois, that’s me! Remember me? This is
the first time that u teach me English in LKPFC. I hope you got my name on your
facebook. So, proud of a student who follows you to travel round the world and
teach English? Thx a billion, a trillion, heaps! Though dingy all the time in
NZ.
Mirama May Szeto, if u r not happy with the Queen’s
Pier and the Lam Cheng Yuet Ngo, then you can shout like me: ‘FUCK LAM CHENG!’ to
the decibel of 1000000000000000000 outside Victoria Harbour. You are my lovely
teacher!
Leo, the only thing I learn from you is cigarettes
and drinking vodka, not grammar. And you r a great Willie World Cup! Jeez, I
love you heaps! U r such a goooooooooooooooooood teacher!
Daniel Vukovich! We should go to the Lan Kwai Fong
and drink smoke and fuck the world! But pls I don’t have much money for grass.
My metamorphosis in Oz and NZ.
Z.
Elders. LING FUNG GOH! I respect you! Salute! You
are the man. You stick to your guns and I’m really proud of you despite the
fucking anti-Christ outside on the street. But you know, Jesus Christ is
actually our BIG BROTHER! BROTHERHOOD MAN!
My learning evidence.
YAU CHUT CHOR is alright. YAU CHUT CHOR! Right?
Almost forgot u, Melinda. U made me feel that I was
a child be4 I went into the teaching field. Im sure u bring back a lot of
memories when u r teaching school kids, not would-be teachers. That’s the way I
are. Anyway, I love ur smile!
對酒當歌, 人生幾何, 譬如朝露，去日苦多。(曹操, 短歌行)
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