做人難，做香港人更難 Living is hard, Living as a Hongkonger is even harder
十五年後，也是和弟弟在一起，但不是看電視，而是到文化中心看詹瑞文的 one man show《硬膠先生勇救核心價值》。詹Sir的表演，逗得台下觀眾笑聲不絕，扮Cheap曾，CY, 秋生，剩女，甚至貞子，取笑香港政治人物，諷刺時弊，一息間大家好像進入了異度空間，忘記了生活有多苦，以為那是現實，香港仍舊是美好的自由港。
直到詹Sir扮米老鼠，叫觀眾用那「Take It E 匙」去打開心裡的那藏有核心價值的皮箱，我再也笑不出來。
「Take It E 匙」？是否好天真好傻？我真的想 take it easy，但眼看香港淪落到如斯田地，請問詹Sir我怎能 take it easy？難道我要去找那本來就不存在的米老鼠去給我那「Take It E 匙」？那是叫我忘掉現實，把自己當作是 Matrix 入面的人類，睡在機器蛋裡，給當權者提供養分，而自己就長此活在腦裡的 fantasy 嗎？
那「Take It E 匙」不應是從米老鼠手上接過來，而是受我們納稅人俸祿養得肥肥白白的當權者應份給予我們的。我們的核心價值很簡單：自由，法治，人權。我只想生活開開心心，身體健康，有公開表達意見的自由，你聽不聽入耳，我無法控制，但你無權打壓我。
Fifteen years ago, I was sitting in front of the TV, watching television live cast of the handover ceremony. I had finished my A-Level exams, (please stop trying to calculate my age) and I had selected journalism as my first choice of my university admission. When that Union Jack flag sank, replaced by China's five-star flag, I only felt a little unease. And when I saw the daughter of the last governor Chris Patten crying like a baby, I felt a bit sorry for her, only because I thought she was unwilling to part from her friends. The next day when I woke up, Hong Kong had already become part of China officially, but the future of Hong Kong was never my greatest concern. I cared about my A-Level results much more.
Fifteen years later, I was with my younger brother again, but we were not watching TV together. We went to the Cultural Centre to see Jim Chim's one man show Mr Rubber Man. Chim's hilarious stage performance cheered everyone up. From the previous chief executive Donald “Cheap” Tsang and his successor CY Leung, who has lied about the illegal structures at his mansion up on the Peak, to the foul-mouthed award-winning actor Anthony Wong Chau-sang, the poor “redundant” single women, and even the long-haired Sadako from Japanese horror Ring, everyone had a great time laughing at the political jokes that “Chim Sir” made through out the show. It was like as if we had entered a different space, where life was wonderful, and Hong Kong was the same free land that we remembered.
But I could not laugh any more when I saw “Chim Sir” playing Mickey Mouse, asking the audience to use a virtual key called “Take It Easy” [Cantonese pronunciation of key is “sy”] to open our hearts to find our core values.
The Hong Kong outside Cultural Centre is glamorous as we remember, but it's not the same city any more. The only thing that has had a huge leap in the past 15 years is the amount of cash in tycoon's wallets. The authorities treat protesters shouting out loud their slogans in peace as if they were staging a riot, welcoming them with pepper spray; a reporter asking the country's president a question gets detained by the police. Free flow of information is severely interfered; those who want to work can't find a job; those who want to give birth can't find a hospital to accommodate their needs. If you want a place to live, dream on! If you want to feed your baby, yea, you are facing competition from 1.3 billion people from mainland China crossing the border to buy out all the milk powders, for the milk powders in their home are toxic.
Is it too naïve to take it easy? Well, believe it or not, I really want to take it easy. But having witnessed how Hong Kong has deteriorated, I really want to ask Chim Sir, how can I take it easy? Does it mean that I have to seek that virtual key from that non-existent Mickey Mouse? Does it mean that I have to forget about the reality? Do I have to become one of those humans sleeping in those mechanical eggs in Matrix, supplying nutrients to the machines that rule our world while living in a fantasy in our heads?
That key to open our hearts should not be given by an imaginary cartoon mouse. We deserve it, and those who live on us taxpayers' money should hand it over to us unconditionally. Our core values are simple: freedom, rule of law, and human rights. I just want to live happily and healthily, and have the right to speak what's on my mind publicly. I can't control how much you take or how much you agree with me, but you do not have the right to shut me up.
Tonight I walked by Wan Chai, seeing all those crazy railings blocking the space near Grand Hyatt and Convention Centre, I thought that I had returned to the year of 1967, where the Hong Kong riot was about to take place. I do not want to become a citizen of a country that I do not care, but just how can I live as a Hongkonger in the next 15 years or so?