Where seeing blonde hair seeping out of someone’s backpack on the MTR doesn’t even strike you as weird anymore.
The last award I received was for drama and dance during my grade 8 graduation. Needless to say, I was a bit taken aback when Kan from Kan Walk Will Travel ever so kindly nominated my blog for the Liebster Award, stating,
“Wine by the plastic glass anyone? This Girl’s keen observations and sense of humor add a delightful twist to the average day in Hong Kong.”
I started this blog a little over two years ago, but only began blogging on a more consistent and semi-serious basis within the last five months, so it’s nice to see that fellow bloggers appreciate my ramblings and humour-filled sarcasm.
You’ve been living and working in Hong Kong for well over a year now and are starting to notice some changes (or you are completely oblivious to them and your friends are not-so-kindly pointing them out to you): either a magician has waved his magical wand and miraculously made this crazy city irritate you less, or -let’s face the truth here- you’re becoming more like a local.
When I overhear a student say, “I feel a sweat mustache developing”.
Where you have announcements like this in the MTR:
“Please hold onto the handrails and not just look at your mobile phone.”