Su Chang's story

Su Chang's story

chapter one

I am a Chinese journalist, 24 year old, come to London October 2010.

I was born in China where black people are rarely seen.

To be honest, I am a little bit afraid if a tall and strong black stranger stands in front of me.

I am not sure where my idea on black people are from. Maybe the image comes from American Hollywood Movies. Black people are always associated with violence, crimes, anger. The decent people are all white guys.

Also there is another kind of black people's image. They live in a place where I never have a chance to visit. They are away from modern society. They lack food, water but they are peaceful people. They do not work hard because the weather is too hot to work.

chapter two

London is a fantastic place.

"When you are bored of London, you are bored of life."

Many things to do; many places to go; and many peoples to see.

Peak-time London and its off-peak-time looking are so different.

Shops close very early. Towns sleep early as well. Pubs never lack custmers.

Many people have passions on politics. Every one could challenge their MP, listen to debates in Parliament.

People will go for holidays. "Work is work and holiday is holiday." The rule is well carried on.

You do not need to worry about the traffic lights. Everybody just obeys it. Unlike in China, even with a green light on, you have to double check the traffic.

Honest is the best rule here.

People respect each other.

Buses will wait for your slow movement. Special spaces spare for baby trailers. Priority seats are rarely taken by others.

Arts are respected as well. Arts make money easier.

chapter three

to be continued...

Moving out anyway, goodbye Harrow

I will move out in 5 hrs.

Goodbye Harrow.

I will start my final project now. In twenty days, I could make it!

Talk to me.

As I always do, quietly talk to me, through my words.

poem

My dream

Every time I write for my heart,

I feel so relaxed.

Down to the ground, and I get a sense of safety.

I will be a writer.

Write for my heart.

If you would love me, love me the way I love.

I want myself surrounded by books, by coffee.

So I could establish my own kingdom by using words.

My words are made from my soul.



To my lover

I lose myself unless you find me and take me home.

With warm hands.

With wide shoulders.

Give me a home.

I am alone all the journey.

Looking back and forth, I am scared of missing you.

The world is big.

Passers-by are countless.

Among the large population, my love, where are you?

I am not as strong as you think.

I will cry in the quite midnight.

When I am alone, I am more vulnerable.

Please lend me your shoulder.

Let me rest in your arms.

Show me the way.

I am always trusting you.

Close my eyes, I could see.

mood diary

Today I cried.

For those of high pressure and hard work all these days.

I am not to be a workaholic.

But I am induced to.

I am an assistant producer for an internet TV station.

Teaching Chinese.

Interpreter for a fashion family company. Maybe travel to China next month.

Plus my final project.

Not to mention I am doing some part-time filming for friends.

What am I doing?

Am I running the risk of not getting a degree?

I don't have a God to pray. But what a relief, I assume, if I have someone to resort to.

Parents are no longer the ones who I could rely on. I have to take care of them more.

Family is a faraway term for me.

I can't get rid of the temptations to learn more, do more, even burn both ends of the candle.




Final project is my nightmare now...
Struggling...

But I do have a feeling that if I jump to reach the apple, I will finally make it. And when I look back one month later, I will say, it worths.