Thursday, August 20, 2009

Chapter 39: Beneath the Surface

A long time ago, there existed a city that looked so clean. Well, at least it looked clean. They seemed to perfect, even foreigners and strangers respected it.

Hey, they have educational institutes of great reputation, and look after the citizen's health perfectly, for instance, discouraging smoking and heavily imposing tax on it.

But, shall we dig in a little further?

Take a certain well-know boy's secondary school for example. I believe that place has been said to be an excellent learning hub, being one of the best quality schools available.

But have we ever listened to the views of all the students within, and I mean all, not just choosing a selected few, or 'randomly picking' a few from a limited chosen group, or from students who happened to be conveniently nearby for questioning.

Funny how they had managed to hide articles of the school gangs, cowardly and unworthy teachers and principals, and silenced students.

Even their cheating in examinations is straightforward. Just a possibility, but I wonder if that is a great strategy for keeping up their school's academic reputation, where the teachers do not even do anything effective enough.

Not to mention the illegal dealing of drugs and cigarettes. Even the authorities are plain incompetent here.

In other words, this place is nothing but a paper house, the kinds you see at a chinese styled funeral. Looks good on the outside, but I am sure you can guess its strength and durability.

Is this world even worth caring for, and trusting? A person onced said that a few drops of oil does not mean the whole ocean is affected, but let me say something to this with all due respect. If we do not do anything, then the oil will simply spread, and than nothing will be left. Which is what we are doing.

If I am stopped from doing anything to help, due to their pathetic excuses and false pretences, than what?

Until then.

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