Blog 10- Christmas TIME or Stress-mass TIME?

It sure is Christmas in Hong Kong. Santa lights from the Tsim Sha Shui buildings are shimmering reflections on the harbor front, Christmas carols are living it up in every single HK Starbucks with snowflakes glued all over the glass doors, and not to mention, a 99% probability that Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is youuuuu, yeaaahhhh” is playing in my room if you ever decide to randomly pop in.

I don’t think I’m missing out on the Christmas experience back home at all, it’s all here baby!! What I’m really missing out on though is pretty much ammm… everything ELSE. Like HOME. Just being home, O my God how much I miss home right now? Words, simple words cannot explicate the yearning of a lonely heart right here right now. I miss my mom, I miss my dad, O my brother all the way in LA… I miss him so much. I miss being able to drive in my mom’s car and go to Smouha, drive around McDonalds 2 times before I decide that I will go ahead and buy that stupid vanilla milkshake and not give a d*** about my weight anymore. And not to feel bad, I will buy one for Basma too and go over to her house and honk honk honk until she comes down. And then we car surf as Arabic music jiggles our senses with energy as laughter consumes our lungs so much that we can explode. And then stick our hands out of the car, and scream. I want to go to Carrefour and talk in Arabic to all the sales people, let them know I care. I want to see Zenab and hug her and tell her I miss her and that I’ll be neater and clean up my room so she doesn’t have to do anything anymore. I want to stroll in San Stefano and see all those people I haven’t seen in so long and tell them I wasn’t in America, “No no nooo, I was in Hong Kong, and it was the best!!”

I want to see my mom’s smile, my dad’s craziness, and around my brother’s perks. I want them all NOW.
I don’t think I can take this anymore. I don’t want to study, I can’t study. Pimples are on their way from deep under my skin to strategic locations where you can easily spot them on my face—firm and red and hazardous—and did I mention, ugly. I hate my skin.

I have so much work. It is endless, it is endless, it is endlesssssssssssssssssss. I’m trying to read 2 text books, so much for all the work I did during the past 3 or so months in Hong Kong. And oh, write 2 essays. And oh, blogs too. I never forgot about them, I just.. whatever, never a good excuse.

Now I’m here again. I better get back to writing my essays, either one of them would do!

Blog Nine- Lantau, Very Fine!

Oh and I forgot about the most amazing hiking adventures with my wife Evelin. Haha! She brought along her mom too, it was a family thing, right Evelin? Well Leann was there too, just kidding! So, I went with Evelin and her mom and LeAnn toLantau Island, that was crazy fun, ferry fresh, Big Buddha, and Wisdom Path—and everything else in the middle.

Blog 8 My Rob Blog

I got to know Rob really well from 2 major experiences. One was his birthday; the second our trip to China. Just have to put it out there, but I think Rob is amazing. That Persian! He calls me “Araaab”. Now what is behind that I don’t know, but he is kindest one I ever met, especially someone from America! His birthday was the same night my Philipinoes were going to be gone and I have to say, had their departure not started out with me going to Rob’s party, I might of had some horrible beginnings of a lonely weekend that lay ahead. Nothing can quite capture what Rob is like, you just have to be around him… and hear him.

Everything he says pretty much is more than just funny, it’s like deep and funny, like an amazing cake that is rich from the inside and is sprinkled with the most perfect complexion of all these intricate and most exquisite toppings!! Among some of the things he said that night, and this I actually wrote on my phone and saved as a draft because it’s my absolute favorite, “Pepperdine is a vacuumed, sealed, airTIGHT coffin where………….(pause)…………….. DEAD people go to school.” I’m laughing as I type this now, my shivering fingers instead remembering the moment I covered my whole face as I heard this… I laughed my tonsils out that night I think my hair stood up. Just remembering Rob’s hand motions and face expressions as Matt, Cindy, Benyam, Nick, and I all gather on a huge round table in Felix just to hear him tell the waiter, “this [champagne] tastes like a dead cat under a rotten truck’s tire” (or something like that) five times brightens up my mood.

And then China! Oh man where to begin? The 30 ties he bought for 100RMBafter Michael bought one 1 for 50? Or maybe helping me pick out earnings? Or no, the Chinese restaurant with the chilli plate and some chicken on it? OR nooooo, the GREAT WALL OF CHINA and ghost busters!! Everything that happened on this trip was out of a comedy show—because of Rob, especially Rob and Chris combined. And I can never forget that my amazing Chinese group was there for me, taking care of me when I got sick in that cold hostel. My fever was actually gone the next morning after Rob and Michael forced me wake up and take the medicine they went to buy. I love you guys! That China trip was the best. Shanghai and Beijing were mind-glowing, a historical perspective reminiscent of a real Chinese legend, dating back from the Great Wall of China in Beijing to the towers of Shanghai. I loved every speck of it, enjoyed every moment with Matt and Cindy, Michael, Chris and Rob on the buses, trains, in the towers and local diners, and especially BARGAING in the markets. Everything was superb all the way around.

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But seriously, I feel like Hong Kong is home. I hit me that my God, I am LIVING IN HONG KONG. Now come on, how awesome is that? Living here? Oh man?! That feeling was even MORE deeply internalized and instilled when I could not get my VISA FOR THE PHILLIPINES!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I hated myself, I wanted to kill all those Pilipinoes. Ha-Ha… wait, that’s not funny. To be honest, not really, not at all. After I passed a melt-down phase, crying on the phone to my mommy, telling her what I went through at the Philippines consulate for the 2nd time and me calling the Egyptian consulate, and her seriously offering me the choice to go back to Egypt for the weekend, I decided to wake up from the trivial incidences in my life and appreciate the Philippines I was in already, my own Kong maze. So, I really got myself a little excited about spending time alone with my new boyfriend—yea, with Hong Kong—corny I know. And he was an amazing one, that Hong Konger. The weekend with me here—and umm all my friends in phhilis on the beach—was actually pretty sweet. I walked around EVERYWHERE and just actually looking around not being distracted by conversations that never got me anywhere, but just truly appreciating this metropolitan city that I’ve been living in for so long yet never paid attention to so much of its impressive details, were moments worth living here. Oh, I also shopped all weekend. So yeah, it was a blast.

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It seems as if everything just flew by. My parents came and suddenly 10 days ran by like I turned around and poof, they were gone. Then Halloween party time rolled around that weekend in Avenue, Lan Kwai, my brother’s favorite place in Hong Kong. I stepped in there and forgot about who I was with and why, but that I was with Mody here just days past, not more than 7. It was somewhat painful for me to picture that very twitch in his eye as he stood by the same table I was glaring down, as he couldn’t get over the music, the DJ, and everything about the place. I was happier than he way because I he loved it, and he was having fun. But that Halloween was a blast, full of craziness and dancing and not knowing who people are behind their masks and others flaring their swords all over the place…um, yeah…and of course some throwing up and violence.
Side Note: The next biology class I would present the research I have done on the genetics of violence. As a matter of fact, a rare genetic variant causing MAO-A deficiency has been associated with violent behavior (in males). It’s all about the genes!

So it’s still Halloween and my roommate was having a fit when I returned to my dorm room. Well, she wasn’t in the room quite yet. She was still in the hall. May I add that, she was in the hall, flat on the floor, being dragged, by one of her guy friends, into the room? Perfect timing for me as I could actually be of some resource those first moments of awkwardness, aggressively holding the door open as I watched him continue drag her into the room. Basically she was belligerently drunk. Basically, she was crazy that night. God knows what happened to her, or of this actually happens to normal people when they get drunk. O MAN. She must of hit her own head, using her own strength I swear!!!, at least 20 times, maybe more, not less. I was playing ‘watch out’ and ‘big barrier’.

Every time I thought she was going to hit her stubborn-hard-head or crazy-elastic-arms or, dear heavens, those super-strong legs on something hard that she could shatter herself to pieces, I put my own hand between her and the object. One time I missed and boy did she bang her head on the edge of that rock bed like a bullet that popped right back at you from bullet-proof glass. I froze in my Halloween outfit, my face as white as my skirt and top, thinking she just killed herself. That resounding bang must’ve at least vibrated a little over 2 rooms on both sides of the corridor. Only then was I thankful for her kicks and screams and cries, or her dragging herself on the floor, or rolling herself out of bed after the 1000s times putting her on there again and again, or grabbing that stupid doorknob so she would get out back there and “DRINKKK”.

To make a 5 hour experience least dramatizing, I have to say that this incidence brought us closer together. I was really worried about her and was not upset at any of the throw up that infested our room that night (which I had to clean up myself, with my towel). I was very worried about her. As I put her to sleep, I started to learn what a new person my little Fiona could be, a person she probably doesn’t even know. She got me a HUGE Christmas present ad wrote me a super-long Christmas card (man, her English is good for the way she speaks), apologizing again for what happened. I told her she never has to though, I really love my roommate. She’s my first roommate ever!

And so was my Halloween only to be followed by some drama here and there with pretty much everything. From a Bubba Gump dinner on Victoria Peak to my last Paparazzi night in LanKwai to a 1st timer in Causeway Bay for convo dinner, it seemed like my life in Kong world was skipping over to the real deal. I felt so amazingly intrigued by this new home of mine, I’m truly in love with Hong Kong. The streets, the signs, MTR, Kowloon City, Wan Chai, the islands, I feel like I know it all, yet I know I pretty much know nothing and will regret all the things that I haven’t done forgetting what I did actually experience.

But that’s what a blog’s for eh?

Blog 5- Mama &Baba & Mody 'fee' (in) Hong Kong!

There are 6 elevators in the Renaissance Harbour View Hotel; we were only 4—me, Evelin, Kris, and Michael. The game was quite simple: 1) Pick one elevator and stand by it. 2) If your elevator had my parents, you WIN!
Guess what? I WON—BIG TIME too!

I only had a 1 out of 6 chance of winning, but after a few minutes of trepidation, the glory would be mine. It better had not been anyone else…they are after all MY parents, sheesh! The thing was though, as the elevator pinched open down the middle, my jaw dropped and heart hardened NOT because I finally saw my parents (sorry mom and dad)…

THAT DARN ELEVATOR CARRIED MY BROTHER, who came all the way from LA!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

O God just thinking about this makes my heart flutter with that same discomposure of excitement as I struggled to comprehend the very being of my brother, as if it happened moments ago. I didn’t expect him, I couldn’t expect him (he had 4 exams they told me)—I was stunned, in disbelief, happy, screaming, I was Oh so happy, I could not believe my eyes, my heart literally stopped, my face turned blood red, and my hand shook like a wobbly old woman. I grabbed him, more like jumped on him, hugging him, repeating his name over and over and over… It didn’t even cross my mind to dream of this perfect birthday surprise, my 20th birthday gift in Hong Kong—the best ever—was Mody, habib albyyy!

This family of mine is God’s greatest gift to me; I am such a blessed and spoiled little brat to have them. Sometimes I wonder why I have become so lucky, other times I wonder what a perfect person I would be if I had 20% of the qualities that each possessed. Please mind my bias, but my dad is the kindest and smartest person in the whole wide world, my mom the sweetest, most gorgeous and loving friend and sister, and my brother the wisest, most incredible little cutey ever! I love them beyond the depths of the seas and more than all the grains of sand on the Earth. If they ask for my eyes I will give it to them, as an Egyptian saying goes.

Their arrival was a personal and intimate celebration to my heart, their departure a disaster. So what didn’t we do?

Strolling through Tsim Tsa Tsiu from the Renaissance to Hard Rock Café the very first night, our big group dispersed to littler ones. As my dad and I took the lead, my brother and Kris were having some quality time. I still need to figure out all the things they said! I remember passing by the Peninsula with my dad’s eyes glaring down the hotel, as if it is a long lost friend. And sure it was. My dad, recalling his previous time in Hong Kong, would point out the Rolls Royces, ultimately realizing he stayed there before, and insisted to go there “instead”. What I’m really trying to say is that—da—he did not like the Renaissance too much and after 2 nights at the Venetian (absolutely magical!), another 2 at the Shangri-La (simply fantastic!), we would be spending a 4 nights at the Peninsula (Oh YEAH)… some heavy-duty business with luggage for sure.

Every place had its own memories, special jokes, crazy moments, unexpected confessions, baklava eating, and a printer and a fax. So, at times I did end up slaving in the hotel as my parents went out for their daily excursion or tour, TRYING to get something (just anything) done. I think I did quite well for not spending any nights in HKBU for the duration of my family’s stay.

We went to Hard Rock Café which was, among other things, another birthday celebration for me. We went to Macao and did I know they will love it so much, I would have reserved the extra day we ended up staying for anyways instead of paying the cancellation fee of a one night stay at the other hotel. We went to the Avenue of Stars, Mody Road (of course), the Martini Bar for a chill night out, the Grand Hyatt for a lobster buffet 2 nights is a row, Ocean Park for some of the best views of Hong Kong (none of which my dad actually saw-he kept his eyes pinched shut for his fear of heights), Indian restaurants, Thai cuisines, Wan Chai, Lan Kwai, all the malls, every market, the Peak and bays… it was absolutely ________! Just can’t find the word, damn it!

Oh, I watched them leave in a Rolls Royce. I rode with them to the airport. I was crying.

Blog 4 Sana Helwa ya Sarah!!!

“It’s been a whiiilllllle, since I could…..”
While a less dedicated person would sing along to the real song (and since I am most definitely not less dedicated), I sung along in pain, anxiety, and agony how “it’s been a while (a long while too) since I have… WRITTEN A BLOG!”

Let me not stress how dedicated I am, lest I surprise myself (and you). I’ve had two to three stunningly dedicated weeks—flowing with hard work and determination and prudence—it’s some prideful stuff:
· 1: Business mid-term on Wednesday October 17 was one midterm I studied absolutely nothing for till the day of. Praise goes to God the test was 7 at night.
· 2: A religion essay and a genetics essay—both late, two (Te DoubleU Oo) essays turned in late, two too many than I ever ever had ever ever done before.
· 3: I had not written one of you blogeess for “a while.”
· 4: I missed 4 classes so far— that is not counting the ones I had to skip for Vietnam, and not counting the ones I simply showed up to do no more than take up space in a lecture hall, my head wandering not once to the ChinaR professor, but the essay on my computer (refer to bullet point #2).

I couldn’t have been so dedicated for no reason of course! It needs discipline and responsibility… and not to mention Macao excursions, MY birthday parti(es), incredible surprises, parent visitations, unexpected showing up of brother, six fabulous 5-star hotel lodgings in 10 days, Guanzhou furniture shopping expeditions, and of course, waking up one morning to lose it all… in my N1422R spacious room and soft bed in HKBU.

We didn’t really go to Macao, who cares about Macao? We went to the Venetian in Macao! Ohhhh Myyyy Gooddddd! We were stripped from the earth to a heavely realm, one with its own skies and rivers, bungalows and high-class chocolates, shops and brands, bars and CASINOS—a serious Venetian province in a world far from its own, one I’ve never visited in my wildest imaginations. The ferry ride, although not the most exciting commencement to my trip, most definitely made me triple-excited to reach my future-honey-moon destination.

What I first recall was me, Evy, Fabs, and Leann jumping on our double beds having a very deep conversation which I do not remember a word. What kids we were in such a grand, luxurious, royal suite, talking pictures in the elevator and the bathroom? Activities undertaken: a lot of sleeping, eating, and the 100%-guaranteed-wasting-of-money-activity called gambling. That was ok though; it just made us resort to a lot more sleeping. I left early the next morning; I had so much work piling stones over my shoulders. I mean come on…parents were coming in a few days! Obviously, my dedication here seems to be ground-breaking, even awe-inspiring! Now that I think of it, I wish I stayed though; it wasn’t worth missing Michael bungee-jump for doing nothing when I got back.

“Sarah, do you know what tomorrow is?” Kris asked on the phone.
“What, no? Do we have vacation or something?” I got a little excited.
“No, no, no, but it’s a special day…” he continued. “Sarah, think a little harder, just a little…!”
I forgot it was my birthday. Kris thought I was an idiot.
Although October 11 2007 was my 6th birthday away from home, it was as sweet as my midnight surprise cake, the one I dove into with both hands—don’t ask me how that happened… Most definitely, I did not look 20 years old then. It all started at Taste after we had dinner at Festival Walk. I made us all go, I needed oatmeal; they made me wait. Apparently, Brian and Kris met two Saudi girls whom I advised not to talk to because “they will think you guys are crazy freaks.” But who listens to me? No one, not even my dog. Ends up, Kris and Brian wanted to ask them how to say Happy Birthday in Arabic and indeed, the girls thought they were freaks. But what can I say, this is Kris and Brian, and they figured it out! My cake did say: “Sana helwa ya jamil,” or happy birthday beautiful-- the Saudi way, not Egyptian style!

Although most definitely what started out as another meaningless night in my room escalated to a heart-glowing memory filled with baklava, cake, champagne (Oh was this in the dorms, I didn’t mention that!), and birthday cards dedicated to me as a loving wife on the one hand and an aging glass of fine wine on the other. I was so happy, so happy I had to hide my burning red face in both hands wrapped in a towel, as my heart shook with exhilaration. My friends surrounded me in a warm splendor, all wrapped in energy that was contagious and fulfilling—Evy, Miky, Krisy, Fabi, and Baboon—reminding me how simple nights can be most special… thank you my sweeties!

That was NOT the end of my birthday surprises! The next day we went to La Villa for my birthday dinner, an elegant restaurant infested with red disco balls on the ceiling and a clear Harbor view to the right (well actually depending on where you’re sitting). Everything was absolutely incredible there—food, talk, and even fashiontv—fun times. I had the time of my life, I wonder if I was the only one though… about $2600 was paid for 6 people, none of which I contributed... I swear I didn’t want it that way, I tried to pay! I had a surprise cake here too with a cute little pink candle on top! Then we went to a martini bar called Martini Bar, only to be followed by a night in Lan Kwai Fong running all over the tight streets, chasing each other, spinning around poles, and disturbing the Wan Chi district with loud screeches called Pepperdiners singing.

A few thoughts: I’m 20 now, a young Pepperdine girl, far away from home and college, sandwiched somewhere in between. Where am I? Who am I with? I found my head spinning with question marks as I spun around that pole on the street in Wan Chi, a hand gripped to the blue thing, the other waving 360 degrees. What in the world was I doing?! I had two classes the next morning, one 9:30AM! Awaiting my parents desperately with feelings of time crawling after a snail, there was an equal force on the other side asking me, how come everything seems to be happening so fast? I was thinking about mom and dad, I miss them. I was thinking about the late night out, could I handle this? I was thinking about not going to church since I’ve come to Hong Kong, could God approve of this? And yet, all I knew was that all my friends did this night for me, and I wanted them all so close, and they were indeed very close, closer than we’d ever been before, and I loved it. I loved it so much! That night, on my birthday, my birthday in Hong Kong, was the best!

My parents came the next day… read the next blog for more of the surprises… my birthday was not over yet!!!

Blog 3 (VIET) and NAM!

Apologies for my lateness in bloging-ness… It was all because of the most bonding and relaxing, crazy and exciting, refreshing and informing voyages ever to have taken place in my life that I remembered very little of any responsibilities that lay over my shoulders—that being until the moment I stepped off the plane in Hong Kong. Surely, as the myriad of painful realizations set in, horror was in action deep within my soul! I was crying in my lonely room, looking at a planner with no checks of anything completed (that’s a lie, I had no planner, I wish I did).

· Yes, I was crying.
· I was lonely, so lonely for the first time in five days.
· I had a bag overflowing with stinking, dirty clothes—meaning I needed to do laundry.
· I had no minutes on my phone to contact any of my friends that I haven’t seen for five minutes—longer than any span of time during my trip in Vietnam.
· I needed a shower so so SO bad but I was butt-lazy.
· I started to remember a bunch of sad incidences in my life—God knows why—that put me in depression mode all the more.

I have to admit, was it not for good old Kris to pass by me and later deciding to order pizza, I would have been sick in my bed refusing to go on with this Hong Kong experience (over-exaggeration)… But why was I so upset and depressed and heart-broken and CRYING FOR THE FIRST TIME HERE?

Well, the answer is: because I had the most unbelievable trip in Vietnam, my home for five days, with the family I’ve known for only a month…

Our red bus—sniff, sniff…sniff. The bus rides were our life in Vietnam. I wonder if my chair still remembers me. I miss it dearly, hope it does too. That bus! I ate Pringles and chocolate and coconut on it, I danced to Ricky Martin and Techno on it, I slept and maybe even snored on it, I laughed my head off and talked my tongue away on it, I learned so much in so little of Vietnam on it, I watched the hours pass away as details of Saigon and the Mekong Delta and even a speck of Cambodia rolled by on it…I grew closer and closer to all my friends on it. It was the bus that greeted us, and the bus that saw us leave goodbye. Ok, enough about the bus, or it may seem as if I grew fond of nothing but a machine on my trip to Vietnam.

So I was shocked to see so many motorcycles in my life. My eyes widened to images of old and young, two hands strapped on motorcycle handles, in a damn crowded country, moving along so freely and comfortably as if breezing along an ocean side on a beach-buggy. When later I would walk the streets (specifically cross the streets), well, that was a whole new adventure staring at center lights of motorcycles barging my way ready to take me over. At one point, I started singing “I will survive” running across every intersection, hand in hand in a straight line of 5 people. And I thought Hong Kong was bad?!

Precious moments passed by at the speed of light. One of which was the time I had 2 million with me, in one wallet, just one wallet, my wallet, and my wallet alone… unfortunately, it was Dong! It could buy so much, yet so little. Right outside of the ATM machine door, we ran into all the little Vietnamese poor kids and they took my breath away, maintaining a smile that spread across my face. Truly they are excellent business people: daring, confident, interesting, sweet, and not to mention, multi-lingual. Their English was absolutely perfect. I feel bad now that I never even bought one flower from any of them, but I did get silk letters the first day there. Beautiful—and they say Vietnam on them too.

I got the first massage in my life in Vietnam! And it was excellent, cheap, and oh, did I mention that it was excellent? Some people, unfortunately, had more than a massage—enough said. My first (yes I did go back for another one) was $9 and the second $20. It was soothing and perfect—OH MAN! I made friends with Ha too, she gave me my first massage and boy is she serious about her massaging abilities.

Vietnamese people are so awesome. They are energetic and humble, forgiving and happy. The

War Museum I could never forget: in it of itself was nothing grand, but all it spoke seemed to be coming straight from a memorable agony filled with dry hardships and harsh losses to what we thought was a civilized world today. The pictures, the tanks, the army, the flags, the guns, the artillery, the memories—all so real, and I can’t find the feelings to describe it. Simply, a real experience was revealed in this simple place. The baby in the bottle—I still see it now.
Not to mention, the ChiChi tunnels- uhh, so hot. I was in it at one point with Evy’s butt in my face. I was sweating, I was disgusting, I was dirty, I was wet- EWW- the thought of it makes me itch, but fills me with the loneliness and darkness of war-images and what Vietnam had to do to finally succeed in this long-drawn out battle for their—what exactly, maybe not a good enough answer.

Saigon market! I’m kind of worried I got diseases from this place. The ladies were grabbing my hand as if feeling my body. Heartfelt yearns to get me to buy something, just anything, was evident of course that at several points I felt no need to bargain, because Yaum was doing all the bargaining for her products! But I loved them and I think they loved me too. As soon as I gave them a smile in an attempt to let them know that I respect what they are doing for me (or themselves) I earnestly felt that they were interested in who the hell I was too—“where are you from”, “what you do here”, “how old are you?” I mean this is a people who yes, want to give you their stuff because they want your money, but a society so cheerful, compassionate, and fervent it reminded me of my own Egyptian people. Night lights that keep you company, locals that walk hand in hand, little shops everywhere that invite you, and a culture that lives with a smile at the lips and in the heart no matter how rough things might get.

The Mekong Delta was the bomb. The highlight of my voyage, I learned most about Vietnam, the people, my people, my friends, and even myself from the excursion to the delta! It’s amazing how we travel to Europe, Hong Kong, or Dubai and think “Oh wow, different place (oooo)”, “different people (aaaaah)”, “different everything,” when really a huge part of it is all the same—a mass of buildings and a society with jeans. Now what about those who live steps away from a river, wash their clothes in the water, let chickens and snakes run around in their gardens, and not invite anyone for their weddings because the whole village is expected to come and make the food anyway! And oh, they are not just any people really, but farmers! Skipping on the stones with the river on the one hand and the little huts on the other, I was immersed in a Vietnamese local village. I loved it, I absolutely did. It was Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

The boat rides, uhhhhhh, the boat rides in the Mekong Delta... no words whatsoever… The breeze, the vast expanse of pure nature that lay ahead, the trees and vegetation, the waves to the locals who answered back, the games that we played, the songs that we sang, the dances that we made, the jokes that were said, the Chica BOOM BOOM bootty shakes... I felt more kid than I ever did when I was one. I forgot that that I was enrolled in a respected institution with undergraduates who attended some business classes in suits. I forgot that I was far away from home. I forgot worries, hunger, and responsibilities. I was somewhere else, la-la land, with everything I could ever dream of within my reach—friends, water, nature, and a whole lot of games to play, with so much more to see.

What about our nights? To keep things straightforward, they were as colorful as could be. Some people really brought out their true selves—a lot of NEVER-HAVE-I-EVER game playing and confession hearing and Chica Boom Boom on-the-bed playing. My personal favorites! Along with some other things of course… Oh, the French guy incident screaming in the face of—I won’t say who—he obviously hated loud Americans; he couldn’t go to sleep.

Quote- Brian: “Saacrebleuuu, can we just have WORLD PEACE?” My gut ached so hard from laughing at that I thought I would suffocate, I love you Brian!

Another quote- Leann: As Kris was admiring Leann’s suite (which is beautiful on her—damn) he told her “You’re getting me ready to do some work!” She replied walking away (and oh it was sooooo well said), “Yeaaa…….. but I’m not sure if you can handle it!” Oh yeah Leann, I love you!

Vietnam was awesome- people, places, food, and Viet! Viet, our tour guide, was as good as they get. I’m so glad his name is Viet because there is no way I could forget the name of the person responsible for guiding us through the best trip of (VIET) nam ever!

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Dryer #8—I hope no one is standing there right now, cursing the person who still has their stuff in there (and that person would indeed be me). Give me a break guys! Let me introduce you to my place of residence in Hong Kong Baptist University—Soong Hall, Room N1422R. Translation: North Tower, 14th floor, room #22, on the bed to the right! Emphasis added on the floor number because after all, the laundry room is on the 1st floor. ~Sigh~ It sure is Sunday already, September 23! Is time flying or what? I have done laundry three times now, finally my sheets today. I feel a little relaxed, although a wave of overwhelming thoughts fill my jammed brain.

Hong Kong has changed so much in me, thought-wise, career-wise, feelings-wise, and I don’t know-what-wise… It is very reasonable to understand the more one sees of the world, especially a whole new environment, one grows wiser and more appreciative, but does one change? After a long freshmanyear in Pepperdine, alone overseas for the first time in my life, I grew to become more me than I ever was. What???? In other words, I didn’t change one tiny bit, or so I feel; I was more that Schutz (my high-school) happy-secretary-Calculus Sarah girl everyone knew more than ever. I didn’t do anything different in a world so seemingly peculiar and far away from home. But am I that same ol’ Sarah here in Hong Kong? Mind you, this is not about what I do, but what I think. I’m not sure if I’m wanting those same things I wanted before—suddenly I want international business politics, a missionary sort of living, a reaching out sort of life, a communal community sort of environment. But come to think of it, I think I just never knew what I wanted to begin with; I only had the “I wanna go back home to mommy and daddy” sort of mentality, on a constant-continuous-winning level.

Enough about my confusion-crisis! Let’s get down to some solid Hong Kong business. So I finally went to the Night Market. Brian hooked us up with that video place and I can’t say I went crazy, but I did get all the F.R.I.E.N.D.S episodes! I didn’t watch any yet- no time, no place. It’s a whole new world out there in the market—simple, cultural, lights-camera-action style! Not to mention, live prawns twitching their feet about ready to die overcrowded the mini-restaurants. Just incredible! We ended up eating in a nasty place as usual, but that’s ok. I don’t know why I am gaining weight here though, must be my chocolate cravings.

Speaking of food, Todai was just to dai for :-). Convo this week was definitely a treat and I ate like a pig! Oh, maybe that’s why I’m gaining weight. That same night got even better as I explored, talked, danced, and played cards at this new area I don’t remember its name. For some reason Evy, I think we tend to gravitate to Spanish-music scenes in Hong Kong (and drag others with us), and we have the times of our life for it!

As for the hiking tour with dr. s, Kowloon Walled City Park proved to be inspiring, informing, and relaxing! The gorgeous Chinese architecture amidst the mini-ponds sprinkled with water lilies, the rich-green vegetation backdrop, and the cultural significance of the area, was purely delightful. I could meditate there if I would. Although, I still can’t believe that Micheal climbed all the way up the cemetery—he was but a speck of water in a rainy sky, as I strained to spot him from where I was hoping he’d come back down (beside that annoying dog sniffing my feet). Kowloon Park definitely got me all revved up; areas that remind of death probably made me over-analytical, tiring my weary head!

Ok so that same Saturday, we were looking for Kris who had POOF…disappeared. He had to close his phone, walk up flights of stairs, stink in his white clothes, to finally find him in Lan Kwai Fong that night! Talk about fasting? No, he really did it! And he ate Middle-Eastern food in the Temple and didn’t save me any. Talk about friendship too!

It was a good week. I can’t wait for Vietnam already as I ponder in my roommate-less room. YESSS! I hate to be so cynical, but is it fair that she not accept my friends being in my room when she sleeps over in her friends’ rooms at least three times a week? DOUBLESTANDARD! But I still love her, and she does too. (She just thinks Americans are loud—thanks Michael and Kris and Brian :-) It’s good though to have an empty room, especially a room so big like ours!

I still love it here, I love you Hong Kong, I really do! Bahebaaaaaakk!

Can you believe it??? It's HONG KONG!!!

The gravitational force that encouraged me to finally sit on my hard desk chair and write this blog, which I meant to do a very long time ago (and of course didn’t), are many memories: none of which are here in Chinarrr. Side note: I say China “Chinarrr” while it’s freshly stamped in the back of my brain like gum pressed to the floor, after a three-hour international business lecture with Professor Wai Sum Siu. Why is it that in Hong Kong they don’t pronounce ChinAA the correct way in English, drive on the “right” left side of the road, and why do I have to run to cross every intersection, every time, because the cars are driving up (fast) from the side I’m not expecting? I guess everything is relative, ha? (Ok mom!) God, may You protect my life-long English education, pronunciation, accent, and grammar, as well as my life—that I have a feeling will be shattered here in my overseas experience!

Before I get too carried away, what are the non-Chinarrr memories that prompted me to be writing this blog (finally)? Well, it was one of these ridiculously insignificant and frequent moments in my life when nineteen-year-old, Pepperdine junior me was arguing and wining to her mother: “Mooommmmyyy I can’t believe I did this to myself, why am I going to Hong Kong?! What in the world was I thinking? A different place, a weird room of course, a God-knows who roommate, and oh (my personal favorite), Pepperdine sophomores?!!! AHHHHH!”

Here I am today, finally in Hong Kong, after a long time of wondering exactly how much I was going to regret my decision. Looking out my 14th floor window in an effort to remember a time in my life when I was even a little tiny bit happier, I receive an F for the meaningless attempt! I fail terribly in a struggle to remember a better place I’ve been, kinder people I’ve met, incredible friends I’ve known, and any more fulfilling, breath-taking adventures I’ve experienced. Although, that doesn’t account for the food because I am sick to my stomach here— cafeteria-wise and elsewhere!

Tempted to bullet point every street corner, MTR stop, Chinese hotpots, 7-elevens, and hot club destinations in Lang Kwai Fong—simply everywhere I’ve been—I can’t hide from the fact that all the encounters, episodes, and incidents to occur would not have been as memorable to me had I not been with my foursome-favorite Pepperdiners. Even amongst the one-hundred something something exchange students here in HKBU—from all over France, Germany, Sweden, Finland, Malaysia, Japan, Taiwan, the Philippines, and more—I have found a very personal international experience in my four-favs from little old Pepperdine: EL Salvador, Columbia, Israel, and of course my Egyptos!

So Evyyyy! The sister I never knew about, Evy and I finally meet up in Chinarrr. Not only do most people think we look alike, but Evy is as good (and crazy and vibrant and fun and incredible) as a friend gets. Not only does Evy make my days here race by, she always understands me, even when she is constantly sick fighting alongside her immune system Chinese hotpots and HKBU cafeteria. And Krisyyy! Now Zack is a whole other story because he has a picture with Sharon in his room—yes, and they are shaking hands. Even though we always bicker like an old-married couple over more than simply demographical identifications, Kris has it all—looks like a European, thinks like a Jew, lives like an American, and has this I don’t know from where vibrancy in him! But of course, since I’m from Egypt (and he loves it so much), he imposes on me his very dear and frequent physical exercise: that being¸ farting. And now Mikyyy! Well, without Michael any place is simply bland and tasteless. Anything he says or does tickles me inside and ends with a laugh. He is an expert with everyone and anything, except he calls me an aneuploid—or, bad ploidy! Enough about you guys, I just love you.

What about Hong Kong? It’s one of two things: I have either been here for a day or my whole life, for I have found comfort here that hasn’t hit me anywhere but home. Chinese people are the best—polite, reserved, and insightful, they are somehow full of constant energy. Indeed, their city tells the same story. Streaming lights that seem to last for eternity, buildings that soar to pinch the clouds, and bundles of markets and businesses that outnumber the eight million Hong Kong people themselves, is the essence of their culture. This city is not a world, but a million in one. Victoria Peak was a rare gift packaged in gold with Hong Kong’s technological prominence screaming in the midst of lovely surrounding islands, waters, and this pure sense of nature. So diverse and spectacular, Hong Kong grapples with my mind when I step into Festival Walk’s (mall) Chanel and Polo boutiques to then go eat dinner in a simple Kowloon City Thai restaurant, a district hovered with traditional Chinese cultural extravaganza. Oh dear God, am I really here already… in HONG KONG?