Confessions of a Cat-holic (36)

Very soon after I settled in on new campus, I quickly found myself in some sort of a pacific island paradise. I couldn't ask for more. I was conscious, yet fully content and happy. Vanuatu, here I came. I had always wanted to try living in Iceland, or even Greenland. SPCC truly was my dream destination. The best they could do was just innocuous bantering, like calling me a down jacket elf, whatever it could mean. Really? Was that the best they could do? They wouldn't even speak loudly in school but they liked backstabbing and calling people funny names. To give you an example, they called the classroom which housed the humanities students at the top of another academic tower "Siberia". And they called me Alaskan because I went to school in New York. That should give you some perspective about their freakish mindset that cancelled out any possibilities or people who did not think, act or pursue the same goals in life like them. Hello, diversity?

Seriously, my new classmates were very Christian minded. They liked to appear polite and timid, maybe humble too. I could see why, they thought that by appearing gentleman or lady like on the outside, they could do whatever underneath the table and behind others' backs. The ecosystem in Hong Kong somehow needed these herds to ensure normal functioning of the society. Sheep obviously would get slaughtered, and they didn't realize they were the lamb on the altar. Chop, chop.

I pretended to be hurt when they bantered me. I didn't want to tell them how silly they were. A bunch of knuckleheads, would you please gimme a break. All I wanted was to keep everyone happy. I would not fight back over their silly comments or bother trying. They obviously didn't know other better ways to hurt their opponents. I was too used to real fighting scenes in Wanchai. So I realized SPCC was just the right school for me. I almost needed to confess that I truly loved Christians. If not them, my life could be way more brutal and under substantial threats.

Then again, I would not tell them the truths. I did not feel like I owed them anything, particularly the reality of life in the rest of the band 1 circle in that regard. First, if they didn't know anything about the outside world, why should I bother to educate or enlighten them by disclosing the overdue truth? Second, I wanted them to stay that way forever. Harmless, innocuous and cotton on. Of course I did not intend to train them up to become a wolverine. I came to this school for shelter, even though it looked more like a mental asylum to be exact. But whatever worked. It filled my purpose anyways.

If you asked me to describe my first impressions of SPCC students, I would say they reminded me of tofu. Very intelligent, it could give you the taste and texture of nutritious milk jelly, yet it was clever enough to distill out the fats and sugars which were considered fattening and extra rich in dairy products. Tofu tried too hard to imitate skimmed milk, yet cheaper and easier for production. But they were a bit too desperate. Nevertheless, tofu was ecofriendly to the environment, killing no animals and causing no harms to mother nature. But openly selling tofu in a market could appear somewhat a disgrace to its white-supremacist brand. Hey, tofu should pass as white too. Or was it yellow?

Another thing that bothered me about the tofu girls in SPCC was that they were too fragile and frail. Yeah, you could say they were delicate. Or maybe sophisticated? Sophisticated tofu, that would be. But they could be as easily defeatable as eggshells, brittle and flimsy. Not only did the girls never work out in physical education class, they also starved themselves to the extent where they could not even properly have a right mind. They didn't eat, they didn't exercise, they didn't work out, they didn't engage in any meaningful leisure activities. All they cared about were grades, and fishing for a rich bachelor. You could say they were "smart" or "utilitarian" but I doubted whether learn-earn-return should be the entire focus of one's life.