HK day 5

i'm so confused. there's too many chinese people. chinese people = noise. therefore there is too much noise.
and manners. gosh. no-one holds doors for anyone, no-one says thank you, no-one says please. they'd rather not say anything at all and shove their way past you. me holding doors open for people makes them look at me like i have some mental problem.
filipinos are treated like nothing. basically ignored and not considered as part of society. apart from dumping your kids with them so you can go do whatever.
tube stations are crazy. five double doors each side to a carriage, every 2 minutes, always packed. and people rush everywhere. rushrushrush.
even when you try and have some peace and quiet, you'll never ever get it here. if you're silent, there's bound to be something else screaming out. if not taxis, then shops at 10 at night, if not shops. then cicadas, if not cicadas, then the air con that you must have on to stay alive in the 30 degrees at night.
and stars don't even exist in HK. i don't think children have ever heard of them apart from story books. obv won't be seen during the day, where the sun actually rules over everything. but obv not at night either where the skyscrapers come to life.
it's sad. it really is.
but i do love it :)