I come from a place that is totally different from Hong Kong. I used to live in a small island with a lot of cats. It is my hometown and it will forever be. I have been living there for 10 years before I come to Hong Kong. Those were my happiest days back then.
I pick up one of my memories crystals inside my mind. Yup, I am inside my mind again. I believe my body is still sleeping in the bed. It is now 3 a.m. in the morning.
I really miss those happy day when I was still an innocent child. I have my good friend neighbours living close to me and I have everything I want. I usually return at Christmas to visit my old friends, and thankfully things didn’t change much. However, I still have this strange feeling inside my heart. This place looks familiar but yet strange…
I sighed and put the memory crystal back to its original position. I cannot indulge in memories forever. Having enough reminiscing, I swim to another memory shelf.
Here are my another set of memory collection. These were my memories living in Hong Kong. My experiences in Hong Kong aren’t…very pleasant. Although I enjoy the food and the shops in Hong Kong, I just can’t bring myself to like the locals.
I thought Hong Kong people would be nice but in fact most of them are a bunch of jerks. Despite meeting some local students that are nice, most of the adults I encountered are very impolite. Constant swearing and death glares are things that they are super good at. Hong Kongers are rude - like downright rude.
In general, Hong Kongers only give respect to the whites because of their past experience being under the British. There is no way for half-blood people like us to get their respect. They are also very materialistic and individualistic, especially Hong Kong women.
I am not trying to give a bad image to them but I just want them to be more polite and nice to one another. In Hong Kong, it’s common to see people fighting for trivial things which I think is beyond ridiculous.
I often receive unfair treatment in Hong Kong because of my behaviour and looks. When I was in middle school, my cantonese wasn’t as fluent as them and those jerks would giggle right behind my back, and yesterday, I was almost groped by a disgusting man. He even gave me a disgusting and creepy smile.
I will never recognise Hong Kong as my home.
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I sighed and put these unpleasant memories back into the shelf. At that moment, all the memories suddenly rush towards me, and I can see all the flash memories of my life.
My life has been filled with equal amount of happiness and sadness. It is now up to me to choose my belief.
I swim deeper to my core mind. There stands a large light bulb. I can hear voice whispering from the inside.
“You shouldn’t hate them, you should give them a chance to be happy.”
”Hong Kong people are the worst! Show no mercy!”
It is a constant fight within my heart, between kindness and evilness.
My hometown is a place filled with love and kindness. Yet, the place I am living now is an impolite hell.
I am always thinking, how to distinguish between good and bad people, and more importantly, when to show my kindness.
Should I give up my hope towards this place already or should I try harder to use kindness to touch their hearts?
I swim towards and hug the light bulb, accepting all the thoughts, both good and bad. They are all parts of me that are inseparable.
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I don’t know about the future but…
I am sure fate will determine it for me.
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