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"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 - 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩."
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WERE YOU A WEIRD KID TOO?
A lovely old friend who knew me from primary school shared that I'd always been a... different kind of kid. As many of you here were!
I wrote poems about the Japanese Occupation in Primary 2, and was constantly creating clubs for all things whimsical. Faeries. Mermaids. The Romanovs (lol). Princesses. She's always been someone whose opinion I respected, so I was touched to hear that she thought this.

But then, also... I remember being ostracised by other kids at school for being different. One of the phrases consistently used by most of my teachers to refer to me was "airy fairy". "up in the clouds". I was WARNED to try and be less so, by a well meaning teacher, who told me the staffroom had been talking about me. I remember always feeling like a heart shaped peg made to fit into a square hole. I'm sure many of us felt this way.

I treasure the rare, perceptive few teachers who understood this simple truth: that different kids have different strengths.
Was tasked to create a project about the heliocentric model of the universe. Wrote a ditty about Copernicus. My physics teacher played it proudly for the class & featured it in the science fair. In uni, was tasked to write projections about the future of genetics. Turned in a dystopian novella. My biomolecular science prof sent a copy to the whole class to read. And my humanities teachers & profs always made us arts kids feel like we were seen & acknowledged & RESPECTED, in a system that often didn't.

What I'm trying to say is: encourage kids to thrive in the way they do best. Don't stifle creativity and don't write off innovative imagination as impracticality or dysfunction. Our world is going to need a GENERATION of unique thinkers to creatively problem-solve the world we've left for them to inherit. Today's dreamer may become tomorrow's pioneer, or humanitarian, or healer, or world leader, or tech genius. Or maybe even... mermaid flunkey? 😂you never know. You really never know.

Our collective emotional memory (Lee Yee)

I was most humbly quoting British writer Rushdie’s words yesterday “Don’t be dominated by fear, even if you are afraid”, and was asked by someone: how to be afraid but not be dominated by fear?

When I came across this phrase 19 years ago, I vaguely felt that it could be a wake-up call. It was my experience in Hong Kong since June last year that taught me what it truly means by to be afraid yet not be dominated by fear. Most young people at the frontline admitted that they were “very afraid”, but were reluctant to leave their brothers and sisters behind in order to save themselves. As such, the persistence to pursue freedom freed them from being dominated by fear.

Some pro-Beijing media accused me of inciting young people to go to the frontlines, while I am hiding at the back. As more accusations are being thrown around, more fellow comrades also started to believe it, and said on certain media that some “not so young persons” are making these attempts. I never cared how people view me, because how I view myself has always been more important. In a recent interview, I said that when I watched those young people in the frontlines, I was very worried. In my heart I was telling them not to do it, it is too dangerous. Yet I do not say it out loud. I understand that young people can only achieve the feeling of freedom through fighting, to realize that freedom, and only those in the frontlines would truly grasp the meaning of fellow comrades and the special relationships among brothers and sisters. I never wrote any essay giving young people instructions. I’ve only expressed understand and respect afterwards. It is from them that I learned the courage of freedom that is “to be afraid yet not to be dominated by fear”.

A friend, who was taking pictures on the streets, was intercepted by a dirty cop who threatened to arrest her. She yelled at the dirty cop, and left. In private, she told me she was “really afraid”, yet could not help but yell back. This is exactly “don’t be dominated by fear, even if you are afraid”.

This is the emotional experience shared by many Hongkongers since last year. This is a collective emotional memory.

Another memory is “pain”. Raymond Yeung, the teacher who was shot in the right eye by the police’s tear gas last year on June 12, said in a recent interview that he is actually very afraid of pain. “If on that June 12 morning you had told me I would lose an eye if I were to go out…even if you had told me I would be hit by tear gas, I might not have gone out, let alone losing a whole eye.” The endurance of pain is not an innate ability, but something acquired, something that the Hong Kong community has acquired altogether. He said that when people watch clips of police brutality, their hearts ache, but they also know that this is a rite of passage to go through together. As he considered that, he felt like his pain was being shared and distributed. To quote Brian Leung Kai-ping, “what truly connects Hongkongers is pain.”

Those who did not experience physical pain were perhaps all experience emotional pain through the screen. This pain, is our collective memory. To feel pain, one is a true Hongkonger, or else…

In addition, two other strong emotions felt by Hongkongers were anger and disgust. After witnessing fear and pain on media images, the Scared Liar Conference in the following day would bring anger and disgust, not to mention the faces of those Hong Kong Communists and pro-Beijing politicians. Every time I see them on screen, I think of Lu Xun’s words, “If the mask is worn for too long, it grows on the face, to take it off would be digging into the skin, the bones, and the muscles.”

No, they won’t take these masks off themselves. Yet having witnessed the history of the CCP, there are bound to be a chance to prove them wrong and to dig into the skin, the bones, and the muscles. Hongkongers probably wish to witness this moment.

A friend said that he wished to leave Hong Kong not because of the fear and the pain, but the anger and the disgust. I totally get him. Unless one makes it a habit to live under this blanket of lies, otherwise no normal people would find this easy to swallow.

It is logically to leave due to fear of the threats on security, but anger and disgust are not threats. To live, one must slowly let go of these emotions, but definitely not to forget the events that brought such fear and disgust.

Article 29 (5) of the National Security Law: “provoking by unlawful means hatred among Hong Kong residents towards the Central People’s Government or the Government of the Region, which is likely to cause serious consequences.” Hatred, as an emotion, had nothing to do with the crime; yet we know and will remember who and what were “provoking by unlawful means hatred among Hong Kong residents”, which was indeed a behavior of a criminal organization.

Fear, pain, anger, and disgust – Hongkongers’ collective emotional memory since last year.

Love doesn't need to be small and small, don't care about
　
On that day, I was at my girlfriend's house, and my brother called me on line and said, " brother, dad ~~ It's almost gone, do you want to watch him last side :" in Taipei, I actually had it. Had a feeling, but not so fast.
　
"I'll be right back, I want to go home to see his last side"
　
When I came back to tainan by car, it was already 4 in the morning, and I also knew that my dad left around 12 am, that day was Saturday morning.
　
When I came home, I did not feel sad or sad, but just some feelings, the reason that my brother and my mother did not accept what my father did to the family.
　
Life will go through " death and death I know very well that during this time of his father's illness, his change and growth. In fact, I talked to him on that day, and after talking to him about what he hadn't
　
I realize that not everyone can agree with, and accept someone who has hurt you in the past.
　
There are 4 important things in life "Health, relationship, money and career, life's meaning"
　
I don't know how to have a good relationship with my dad. In Short, " I haven't felt anything called " Father "" I only know that there is a man at home, he will hit my mother, hit me and beat my brother. With my sister, and I want to call his father, I don't understand why this man has such power as if he is the God of the family. We can't fight or change anything.
　
Until I walk on the journey of life, meet my life instructor, learn who I am, and realize what I am.
　
After my dad had lung cancer, maybe the universe gave us the opportunity to get along with him. Although I didn't talk to him at the hospital time, I know that the man in front of me will hit me before. Men are not the same.
　
He's old, sick and lonely.
　
No one really understands him, he doesn't know how to be a good father's role until that day he said "I'm happy to get a son again". I think, he just wants to be good and do his last time when The role of a good dad.
　
Today the etiquette artist told me " no one likes death I agree, but don't accept, many people don't like death, because he's afraid of losing everything, what will you be afraid of when you have nothing to lose? Seeing my dad sleeping in bed and seeing him last side, I just feel " oh dad ~~ fell asleep?" not the same is that he fell asleep under the arrangement of the universe, to go to the stars of the day.
　
My Father's farewell office was on October 7, just on the day of the 7TH CHUNG FESTIVAL FESTIVAL. The Etiquette Master said it was a very good day. Our family also made this day to worship our ancestors, perhaps the father's arrangement. It is quite Time to complete everything in 10 days, and we can go smoothly with him on his last journey.
　
I don't like "practice and practice it feels like these things are very painful, but the journey is mixed and sad. My mom said to me," I can't let it go, I think a lot at home alone at night I remember, one time Coordinate the family of parents. I've been talking to them for 4 hours. I know I don't have the right to teach my parents what, and I am a teacher, I know one thing " you can not agree, you can not want to face it, but you have to accept that
　
"I will always be your son, I hope you come to teach me how to get along with people who meet every day" and I know you can't do it, I can only try to do the best.
　
In the past, my home was " complete today I became a " single parent family and in the future maybe i will be an " Orphan I only feel the love of my father in a very short time.
　
And " love doesn't need to be divided into size, no need to care about the length of time even if
　
These 4 hours will be the most meaningful time of my life
　
　
PS: finally i want to say to you after reading the article," we don't know how long life is, I don't know if others will accompany you to the end. When you see the opportunity, go and try it. The real thing to say to him is perhaps the most meaningful day of your life."
　
　
Ps2: I did not notice, any friends came to participate in the farewell style. The reason is actually very simple. I think you are happy old fish when you see me, and now mine is full of awkward... haha. I want to finish my last homework with my dad low-key.
　
　
Ps3: I am also clear that many people who care about me will care about my situation, of course this is your own choice, of course it is your own choice, if you want to come visit me, see the people of my family, I use open heart, The farewell style will be at noon on October 7 at 268 National Road, Tainan City, Tainan City. Thank you.