Sunday, August 07, 2005
i consider myself a pretty sentimental guy, but there're a couple of things that i won't miss. lsc being one of them (apart from the people), but i remember how i was completely relieved to learn that i didnt need to persue my f6f7 there. for the rest of the things that i left behind as i moved on, most of them left neutral: i'm still undecided whether i'd miss them or not.
the cityone church is one of those embarrassing memories that got caught in the middle. back in the days when cityone eqauated sunday; sunday school, churchkidos, the usual gymnastic corner we hid at, that 2 meter tall stack of mats we used to consider a triumphe conquer getting our lil legs wiggling up there.
today the anglicans' ended half an hour early, i travelled across shingmun to meet up my parents for lunch, so i was half an hr early downstair at the good'o cityone church waiting for their service to end. yes, another hot sticky summer day, dripping sweat just standing there like a pigeon. the playground was empty, sunday hasn't wrapped up yet, then gradually the kids began to take over the place. occationally a kid will run by and set me deep in thoughts trying to associate their faces to some infants i've played with before, or some distant faces of their parents. everything seemed so new and so old. the boys chasing after that imaginary soccer ball (plastic bottle) on the repaved basketball court; girls doing their bracelets, rope skipping and jumping jets on the floor where they've repainted the whole thing. so sexist and stereotypical.
(but that's ok)
oh, that board of modal students was still there, even though the headmistress changed the papers got computerized, they were pretty much dwelling on the same big deal they were chanting on years ago. parents bragging about their kids "oh john doe is a really intelligent boy, he even knows how to cook. occationally he will help the sick and the poor. he fits in well with his classmates, he follows rules and is a hardworking quiet little fella", and the teachers using the exact same phrases for almost every single modal student "omnipotent, intelligent and a good follower". what they really stress on (and take proud of) was the fact that kids follow rules, i'm not saying that it's a bad thing, but there has to be something else you can should appreciate other than that. a computer (minus AI) follows programs, rules, the box it's built in. where this whole hk education system fail is that it fails to take into account of the fact that every single child is a human being and not a machine. a good painter is a kid that colors in and only within the black boxes, a good musician is a kid that only reads the notes and never bang the heck of his own song, a good storyteller is a kid that reads proses with the kind of artificially north-korean communist gesture. and that defines (confines) the elites of hong kong.
what realy shocked me was that i'm just another product (semi-finished lol) out of this horribly wrong system. i would love to think that thank goodness i'm a flawed product.
trapped in the maze of time..2:24 AM