It is the Worst of Time, it is the Best of Time
HKU Wealthskey Content Writing/ Sharing Competition
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Hong Kong man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mask.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a pharmacy, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding customers, that he is considered a rival and enemy in their pursuit for a surgical mask.
Desolation everywhere. Desolation in the streets, where the erstwhile crowded streets of joy and laughter have been replaced with deserted streets; desolation in pharmacies, where masks are either sold out or over-priced; desolation in the shopping malls, where retailers struggle to make ends meet for months on end. It was the age of toilet paper hunting, it was the age of scrambling for alcohol wipes, it was the age of unprecedented hysteria and paranoia.
The gloomy afternoon is at its gloomiest, the dense clouds are at its densest, and the wet streets are at its wettest–– appropriate ornamentation for the imposing threshold of Grand Century Place. And hard by Grand Century Place in Mong Kok, at the heart of the gloom, sits a student loitering around his Macbook Pro in his abode.
On such an afternoon, if ever, the university student ought to be sitting at his desk– and here he is– sitting in for his daily dosage of Zoom tutorials, with his ruffled and disordered hair, in his worn out pajamas, staring out of the window, seeing nothing but the drizzle of the moist March day, yearning for the arrival of summer. On such an afternoon, the student had to grind through four consecutive tutorials– a...