Blog 7

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.