Just a funny story

Today, I am going to tell you one of my funny memories. Actually, I could not think of anything that makes me feel like writing. I don't know what happened with me all day long today. I felt tired and could not concentrate on working. Even when I came back home, I cooked dinner for my family but it tasted awful. So I decided to write about a small story. I think you may laugh at me for this. Feel free.
I was born in a small and poor village in Vietnam. My parents had only one old bicycle which was designed for men not women. Only my father could ride it. When I started going to primary school, all my friends also started to learn how to ride a bicycle. I did not feel like learning that stuff. I don't remember the exact reason but I guess that I prefered walking to school to riding a bicycle. Most pupils walked on foot to go to school at that time. The primary school, the secondary school and high school are all located in my village so it's not too far to get there. Moreover, I was a very thin and weak girl so I felt the bicycle was too big and heavy for me. The bicycle for men was also difficult for me to learn to ride. That is the reason why I had not been interested in riding a bicycle for a long time until one day when I was in high school.
I had to go to our teachers to study outside (or beyond) the studying time at school in order to get ready for every exam. Oh what a big problem, I was too old to learn riding a bicycle, all people would laugh at me, I told myself. I thought I had to find the solution. I decided to wake up early in the morning to learn riding. It took nearly a month for me to ride the bicycle without fear. The most difficult of that secret plan was that it was pretty dark in the early morning so it was very hard to see the road clearly. Sometimes, I could not control the bicycle and crashed into houses nearby. It woke up some dogs and they started to bark noisily. However, the good thing was that I felt very comfortable in the early morning air. It was also very interesting to witness my village sleeping and waking up slowly.  This story is wonderful and your language is very complex, nice work!

Hollywood filmmakers believe audiences always want a happy ending

It’s true that filmmakers seem to believe that people can’t seem to bear a bad ending. From my standview, in a certain way, it's totally false. People are completely and absolutely capable of enduring bad and hard endings, and sometimes, one would even prefer a good film about real life over so many marvel hero films.

However, it is not less true that, most of times, it is easier for films to make money with happy endings like sweet love stories.

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Very good reflection, your English sound very natural.

How is your English coming along?

I think my English is improving every day because I write an essay here and listen to English every day. My goal for this year is to get high scores on the IELTS test to study abroad and it's necessary to improve now more than ever. Of course, I know if I go to America or England, I can improve my English quickly but I don't want to do so. I want to learn English in Japan and go to study abroad with confidence if I can. Many Japanese can't speak it even though we studyed it for 13 years from junior high to college. I couldn't speak it as well any more. However, when I decided to go to study abroad, I started learning it again by myself. And now, I can speak with foreigners in English though I haven't reached my goal. I believe that English is just a tool, not a subject. So if I talk to foreigners in English a lot, I'll be a good English speaker. But in Japan, we don't have good places to speak English a lot. I try to continue studying it until I acomplish my goal and live in foreign country in the future. Thank you. This writing is very smooth and you are close to your goal; good work!

A Big Party!

They were walking side by side when a group of Filipino friends reached them.
“Hi Monica. Hi Xender” they greeted each other. “Well, now that exams are over, it’s time to have a party!” One of the friend proposed. “How about a happy hour at the Navigli and then let’s go to the disco!” He waved the tickets in the air.
Monica folded her mouth to a side. “Sorry but I can’t. Mom has organized one of her lavish party for my debut in the high society.”, she complained.
Her friends began to protest: ”Come on Monica! It’s our Five-Year Party! Students have organized it for all the high school leaving exam candidates.”
Monica shook her head. ”I don’t want my parents to feel bad, they are always so kind and thoughtful to me.”
“And you Xender, will you come?” One of his peers asked point blank.
Alexander swallowed his ice-cream convulsively “Nope!” he answered as he remembered nanny Lygaya’s words. She had asked him to help her as waiter at Monica’s party. Alexander couldn’t refuse; her aunt had adopted him and she sacrificed a lot to help him with his studies at high school.
“Okay friends! If you change plans, you know where we are,” their friends greeted them and left.
Monica looked at Alexander and snorted. “I know that they are sorry, but this party is very important for mom. She also told me that there is a big surprise for me, I can’t refuse to go.”
Xender understood and they both went home. Excellent story, great vocabulary and flow!

Hashtag #

Someone said that teenagers use the word, "Hashtag" in oral conversation, not only in the text. Some people say it's annoying and others say it's fascinating. I'm not a native English speaker so I don't know how the word "Hashtag" is used.
Let's see an example.
"Wow, did you see that little cute dog?"
"Totally. Hashtag sweet sweet puppy."
Personally it doesn't bother me at all.
My question is how long it would last. For a year? For ten years?

Young people say swear words instead of “amazing” or “wonderful” or “exciting” and so on. This trend has happened in Japanese too. It has lasted for more than ten years so it looks conventional these days but it doesn’t sound well educated.
But people seem to enjoy using them. It is sometimes contagious to me. Languages always have their own character whatever they are. They are alive. If they are boring, they won't be alive.
How long will the word “hashtag” in oral conversations survive? I’m curious.

Very interesting reflection, and your writing feels smooth. Nice work!

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