Blog 2

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!