My hatred is my love
The longer I stay in this land, the more hatred to this land stems from my heart. The people I interacted with, the services I encountered, the food I had and even the air I breathed, literally, made me suffered as if I was in a prison. Actually, to me, this two years period is a prison.
The people I interacted with performed a play full of lies, cheatings, and double-dealings. Even those who had so-called good education still act like a charlatan to me. Though they thought they camouflaged their purpose well, their clumsy actings only reflected how stupid and naive they were.
The services I encountered, from banking, telecom, health service to airon service, only has one purpose -- squeeze more money from your pocket while don't care about service quality and customers' feeling at all. All these abnormal behavours become routines here as if these services don't want any returning customers.
I have to made some amendment that I still see few tasteful and marvellous food occasionally, but spicy food is way too far popular here. I can only think, based on my conspiracy theory, that those who cooked the food, who I don't want to use the chef to describe, want to cover some tangy taste from the food.
For the air, I think the phrase Beijing Cough is the perfect foot note.
When I say "your fxxking mainlanders", I am fully aware that I am one of them. Yet I still have some expectations for this land even though many aspects in this land are much lower than my bottom line. Secretly I might still care now, but if one day when I stop cursing this land and mainlanders, it's the time that I totally give up.
笑面狐狸 @ 2013-06-03 00:53:38
疯狐狸 在 2013-06-03 17:25:46 说: