If I have three wishes, I wish to go back to Melbourne right now, or to a place I don’t have to care about anything.
I think everyone would think going back home must be nice - but not for me, at least not anymore. I hate the fact I am being pushed everywhere in Hong Kong: I am pushed to do this and that at home; I am pushed to move forward on the street without deciding where I want to go yet; at work, I am pushed to finish stuff I absolutely hate to death.
There’s no space, in terms of almost everything. There’s no personal space, everyone likes to squash each other, and like to peek into your personal business. Is it the affect of paparazzi to the public that PRIVACY doesn’t mean a thing to Honkies??! At work, I am contained at that pathetic cubicle. It is obnoxious enough that there is no space for me to THINK OUT LOUD, but the worst is that I have got no mental space to think freely. At the minute I start thinking about something I truly want to think about, other things will definitely come to interrupt the moment.
I am sick of the fact that most of the Honkies only care about how much they have got in their account, or gossiping, or how much the others earn a month, or what brands of bags to carry, all those light-weight stuff you can imagine, where to go hang out in the evening. I mean, can people’s mind be that narrow??! Do they know there’s a world outside their own little world???! There are people hungry to death everyday, threatened by wars and diseases. It saddens me everytime when I see people just walk pass those donation boxes of NGOs like nothing but then go into the next shop and buy handbags that cost thousands bucks.
and, I HATE COMPLAINTS. Honkies are complaining way too much. Although I am not a big fan of Betty Tung, but I couldn’t agree more with her infamous ‘complain complain complain’ phrase. Seriously, people do not realize how much resources is pour into those ‘feedback system’ and ‘complaint hotlines’; and they always flood those system with all those non-sense reason. No one understands that COMPLAINT is actually a very luxurious item - think about the people suffering from epedemics at the remote area in the developing countries in Africa; people suffering from hunger, natural disaster. What does the word “complaint” mean to them? That word is never into their mind. I wonder if all those money that used to maintain the customer hotlines are donated to the NGOs, what a big different would it make. Lastly, the overflood of complaint is creating the culture of how Honkies don’t know how to appreciate the others’ works, which is just making the world more horrible than it already is.
Hong Kong is a good place to satisfy your material needs: food, clothes, etc. but certainly not doing anything very good for your soul.
