It has been a long time since I've blogged. Much has happened, and I won't be able to remember everything that has happened, but I'll remember the big things that have happened! So much happens in one week, especially since time flies...
After that one week of midterms and papers, I was able to finally relax and loosen up by hitting the clubs (sometime in October)! Oh, how I love the nightlife in Hong Kong. I have never gotten drunk in HK, for one of the reasons in that I do not feel completely safe and trustworthy of the people around me. Don't get me wrong, I honestly feel safer in Hong Kong than I do in my neighborhood, but when it comes to the effects of alcohol, I cannot completely trust myself. If I can't trust myself, I better trust the people around me! In Hong Kong, due to the lack of space in homes, house parties are abnormal, so partying at a venue would be appropriate. With the strangers around me and the tiny public restrooms, I don't think I can really have a great back up plan. Well, anyway, that night I was pretty tipsy from the free cocktails at the different bars/clubs we hopped, so I definitely loosened up. At the last club, when we were leaving, I heard people looking and saying amongst themselves,"Is that Rihanna?" With my tipsiness and blurred vision, I saw a tall figure with star tattoos on her neck, then knowing it was really Rihanna!! Yeah, I saw Rihanna at Lan Kwai Fong in Hong Kong, of all places. It was probably 3 am or something, but she was speaking on the phone and she left, reluctantly waving good bye to us as we were bad mouthing her publicist for not letting us take a photo with her. It was not LA, so there was no paparazzi or crazy fans. Just...a regular Barbados girl with her posse. She definitely is not that famous in Hong Kong, so I really wish we coulda just taken a picture with her!
Hong Kong is finally becoming my home, and the United States is just...floating there, waiting for me to come back. I have gotten used to this vibrant city, full of selfish/crazy asians and delicious food. But, during elections, I really wished I was in America. I am living in this historic year of 2008. I am in China (though not Mainland China), the country that has held the Olympics for the first time in their history, and I am a living young American that has witnessed a female running candidate for presidency in my generation. Not only that, but, I have also witnessed BARACK OBAMA, the first black (or erm, half) primary candidate to have made the presidential elections...actually become elected as the President of the United States. I must admit, I am not up to date with politics and I cannot debate on some of the big issues, but it was a pivotal moment for me as an American nonetheless. I was unable to celebrate on my homeland, but at least I was able to celebrate with the rest of the world that finally agreed with America's decision. I watched Obama's victory speech in Chicago on CNN, twice. I felt hopeful that our country had some kind of new direction with a plan. Obama totally defied all odds and magnified the little spark of flame I tried to keep alive in me that represented some kind of idealistic notion that America was a country I could be proud to have my children grow up in. I know it can be very superficial for me to not proud of being American when the political and economic state is going weary, and all of a sudden be proud when I feel that there is some hope, but I'm not saying I was never proud. I felt pessimistic and bleek about the futuristic outlook of the country but I still felt American and was not going to just say,"I want to get out of here and escape." I was simply waiting and hoping and wishing for the what seemed like a futile nightmare we were living in under the Bush administration. Now, I can finally be a little optimistic and not be afraid of showing some hope, despite the toiling and long road of progress it will take for the newly appointed Obama regime to work on. Woohoo, long live America!
