Hong Kong Blog

Hello and Good morning world. Time for yet another thrilling and exciting instalment as we venture forth into the world of the big HK. Well, well, well, where to start. Arcades I suppose. I don’t know have I mentioned it before but the boys here play a lot of arcade, it’s bloody wicked. I go out with the boys, wolf my lunch down, and then get to some serious gaming. Now these are very professional companies we happen to work for respectively. We all stick-out like sore thumbs, all suited and booted yelling onslaughts of Chinese insults at each other. It’s bloody funny! I almost beat the punch bag thing the other day, I had 4 turns and almost had it but I decided to leave it for another day. I am most definitely leaving my mark on Hong Kong in the form of the high-score on the punch bag though.

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Hello once again people. I have been up to too much this week, so I was wondering when I would get around to blogging this baby. Anyways no better place to start than with Durian. Widely known and revered in Southeast Asia as the “King of Fruits,” the fruit is distinctive for its large size, unique odour, and a formidable thorn-covered husk. When I say unique odour I mean unique odour. It is forbidden from some establishments such as hotels, subways and airports, including public transportation in Southeast Asia. Believe me this is for good reason! It can be smelt from over a yard away and animals can smell it from over 1 mile away. There are many different descriptions ranging from “…flavour are indescribable. A rich custard highly flavoured with almonds gives the best general idea of it, but there are occasional wafts of flavour that call to mind cream-cheese, onion-sauce, sherry-wine, and other incongruous dishes. Then there is a rich glutinous smoothness in the pulp which nothing else possesses, but which adds to its delicacy…In fact, to eat Durians is a new sensation worth a voyage to the East to experience.” Other descriptions also state “its odour is best described as pig-shit, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock”. I definitely agree with the latter description. It is not so much the smell because I can handle that, it is the taste and what it does to my nervous system when I try to consume it. My face loses all control and I have an unbelievable urge to twitch along with heave and a wanting to tear my digestive tract out. This food is absolutely indescribable, unlike anything I have ever sampled because it is not often I choose to eat pig faeces or chow down on soiled diapers.

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This week is a gripping action filled adventure. It is a tale of Danger, of Bravery and of Courage. The gods must surely have taken an interest to have allowed me to survive long enough to write this account.

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Another day, another blog. Meeting with MT Chan later. He is our placement supervisor over here; this meeting has been greatly anticipated. MT to the Chan has been deemed somewhat of a ledge by Rich because of his name. I hope he lives up to this title or there will be trouble.

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Waking to your alarm is never a good thing in my books – the creators certainly named it fittingly. The thing is trouble. Recently its sound has foreworn classes far too early in the morning, exams and now… work. The very concept seemed slightly foreign to me (no pun intended). I’d been told to report to the HSBC floor in the ICBC building located in Central at 9AM and so donning my new suit and with a typical mixture of naivety, nerves and enthusiasm I arrived about an hour and a half early. The ICBC Tower is near the intersection of Garden Road and Queen’s Road in the heart of Hong Kong’s financial district and the place is absolutely pish posh. I felt like a nobody walking along the marble floors, slowly making my way up to the HSBC floor in elevators that probably cost twice as much as the majority of people will ever earn (yes… this is an exaggeration, call it poetic license). Aside from a floor number I was only given the name of the person I was to report to and without any idea of what that person looked like, where exactly he’d be in a huge room of desks or generally anything at all really, so I decided to go for a wander.

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Welcome to the second installation of my information divulgement. Much has happened since my last blog/essay/bible but it is hard to fit everything in without wearing thin my fingers and the minds of those who follow. I guess there is no place better to start than that of Rocky I the movie. What a film, I mean it must have been 12 years since I last viewed this masterpiece. It’s a brilliant love story (without getting all Dawson) that involves an underdog getting a shot at the champ, and includes the butchest transvestite known to man to boot (Stallone and his bloody funny painted on eyebrows). Saying this though I love the man, a pure beast (not to be confused with the sexual beast that is Tyler). This inspiring film is the sort that has you wanting to run up a stairs really really fast, or even running outside to conquer the world bit by bit while being a little bit naked (depends how saucy you are). That is why Rocky works well and rules, because he gets the girl without pretending to be gay or having a really deep emotional side. Plus he is a nobody who turns it all round and lets everyone know they have the potential to be great *Spoiler alert* (even though he loses in the end). I feel the need to tell people again to watch the new transformers movie. It is the dog’s private parts.

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