A zebra perspective of Hong Kong
It's been a very funfilled but sometimes testing 4 weeks in Hong Kong. The island has not changed…. tasty, fast petit snacks are still as diverse, bright and attractive as ever, girls still aspire to their ever waif thin pretty and "sun" models and actresses.
I just spent last night watching "Miss Hong Kong beauty comeptition," which my cousin reached the last forty contestants. The show consisted of some cute, some graceful yet all pretty thin airheads prancing on stage. They were tested for their ability of IQ, Sport, Gracefulness, Charitability and bodily measurements.. a very deep and cultured society. Fast forward to today and we have a metropolitian hub.. the heart of Hong Kong; Times square, filled with asian phantoms floating in the incessant misty rain with their umbrellas to catch the weekend bargains.. another view; victoria park packed with phillopeano maids on a sunday like a mass gathering outside st peter's cathedral to see the pope… a less amiable view; a rubbish bin already brim filled and spilling over the floor with used umbrella "plastic bags coverings" (available almost at every shop to contain the wet umbrellas in). It's a love/hate relationship I guess that i have with Hong Kong. On the surface everything appears diverse and magical but upon closer inspection, it's the same type of entertainment, same arcade games..same types of cute snacks.. same fickle attitude towards fashion, music and media. Nonetheless, in it's intensity, in all those regards it’s amazing. The delicious food is unforgettable, the "dok bor lei" addictive, the new vivid outfits unique. Although a bit oppressive, but I have been back to this country 7 times now so I can't deny that it’s part of my heart, I just sometimes wish it wasn’t.