Confessions of a Cat-holic (59)

My home was not even that impressive. Most of my friends in St Francis had a home nicer than mine. I used to feel bad for not being able to invite my friends over because my home in Star Street was just enough for three people with a maid and a dog. We didn't have the capacity to host another person in the living room so I rarely invited my friends from school over. But I was always at my friends' place for their birthday party or just to hang out after school. They never made me feel bad in any ways about the size of my home or where I lived, therefore I would do the same too to others.

When I lived in Wanchai, I only asked my friends from Pui Tak to come over on the weekends because their apartment in Aberdeen was even smaller than mine. And they were white too, speaking Cantonese with a perfect native tongue. I never heard them speak a word of English.

So I guessed that was how I became anti white supremacist. I actually had real white friends who studied in local schools, of a lesser tier too. But they didn't try to be any more superior than me, or Asians in general. They were Lily and Cici, but they would like me to call them by Natalie and Shirley.

I had a feeling, but I could be wrong, that my new friends had a lot of fantasy over my life prior to SPCC. They seemed to look at me like I was some Barbie girl in a pretty pink house. I didn't know what to say about that. Should I tell them that actually all of my friends had a home more impressive than mine in St Francis and that students at SPCC simply were not that well off, comparatively? Would they want to know the brutal truth? Could they take it?

Maybe my seemingly warm pink house and perfect-looking life in the suburb got my new friends jealous. Maybe they wanted to teach me a lesson that I should not be flaunting my wealth. Maybe they were red eye envy about my grades and my residence. Maybe they were just psychologically defected. Maybe they were just mentally unstable. Whatever it was, they couldn't let go of the feelings I made them feel. They decided to make a plot to destroy me by taking me to Ocean Park and have my ear pierced in Mong Kok, and maybe have someone to take nude pictures of me without my knowing too.

They took me to Ocean Park to play those rollercoasters, hoping that I would die from a heart attack. Okay......thank you very much. Was that it? I thought they were some geniuses, no?

And then Sibyl of Jackson 5 tried to contaminate me by taking me to an accessories shop in Mong Kong to get my ear pierced.

The Jackson 5 must be biased about certain districts, especially Mong Kok. They thought that they could infect me with AIDS by taking me to a single use ear piercer. I checked their piercing gun. There was no way people could get infected with any diseases because the needle was not reusable. A bunch of morons. If they were not smart enough, they might as well not bother trying to prank others.

As I mentioned earlier, I was once a little man before I grew up to be a giant. I went through the same stage of trying to prick my rivals with infected needles in second semester of grade 1 and we decided it was too lame by the time we ascended to grade 2. They should come up with better methods, with more thoughtful strategies. It was obvious that their intelligence level and tactics were more than 10 years behind mine. They were no different from a bunch of kindergarten retards to me.

You could call it artificial intelligence but everything they could think of like taking nude pictures was all over the press. I read it too. I wouldn't know why they thought I couldn't think of that. I didn't try it on others because I thought it was too innocuous. We started taking off each other's tapered pants and took pictures of each other without clothes on for fun in PE lessons in elementary school until we got bored of it and never even considered doing it again. We also liked to squeeze each other's boobies for fun in recesses. I wouldn't mind a bit of sexual assaults, but I had to warn that I might cut his dick off to reciprocate.