What a nice day to start a blog -- It's also the 10th Anniversary of the political handover of HK back to her motherland. As a Hongkie living in China, I've found myself living in such a mixed feeling when facing my identity in China.
Firstly, of course I am a 100% Chinese, in blood and bone. But I really can't speak the official language of my own country well. I would really want to tell my local friends here that I love them a lot, but my love might express better when it is shown by my deeds but not words.
Again, I am a real Chinese -- I love the culture and history of China but I really can't be agreeable with how some of the locals here see the Japanese. The world is but one country, we are all just its citizens. Maybe I was under the British rule for too long; maybe it was the fault of the British education system that we were not exposed to too much details about the time of the Japanese occupation; maybe we also should think again why we need to hate someone's grandchildren when the ones who made those horrible mistakes were actually their grannies. I must say: I won't love the Japanese, but I don't hate them neither.
Anyway, with the political handover a decade ago, what it meant to me was that our colonial education system had finally ended and gosh -- the child is back to its own mother!
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