Taiwan here I come
I finally got round to it. Hello and welcome my dearly beloved as my old headmaster used to say. I have been inundated with work the last few weeks and any stolen moments that I happen to find myself twiddling my thumbs I have decided to keep that way. This is due to the fact that I have seen enough of computers to last me a lifetime. I eat, sleep and drink computers, which I might add has been playing havoc with my digestive track. So it must be around 3 weeks or not far off since my last post. As you would expect from Hong Kong lots has happened but I will just fill you in with the vitals.
Sad farewells. We went out for a meal the other night. When I say we I refer to Rich, Lucio, our roommates and myself. Pizza Hut beckoned us and we obeyed. So there we were laughing and joking and then the boys dropped a motherload of a bombshell. They said they would be moving back home in Jan leaving us in no-mans-land as far as new housemates are concerned. Not forgetting the added value of having a duo called Dick Foam living next door; needless to say I was devastated. I left the meal in high-spirits which were ever-so slightly dampened with thoughts of losing the boys I have shared so many a joke with. Everyone around me seems to be leaving destined for new and better things, and not to get me wrong, I am grateful that my friends are climbing the ladder of life but still it is always sad to lose those who you hold close. Over the progressing weeks though I have found out the 2 prospective boys to fill their shoes and they are called Shingle and Soasshole respectively. So I guess all is not bad…its pretty hard to feel so disheartened when u know you can call the guys next door an asshole without him taking offence 
Fanny Ho. I also went to support Sapphire in her choir the other day and talk about talent. Of course when I refer to talent I actually mean how fit all the women were (the signing was also quite good but let us not worry about that for now). I was sitting beside Dix and he stitched me badly by telling everyone who could hear I wanted to “Bang Bang” the bird doing the solo as he so eloquently put it. It was actually that feckers suggestion and he beat me to the punch by proclaiming I said it saving himself embarrassment as I was about to land him in it and call her over :-/ Highlight of the evening was when I was reading through the choir programme and found one of the singers is called Fanny Ho. Rather unfortunate combination of names there if you ask me. I think her parents wanted a boy instead
Running on empty. I have been deprived of sleep more than I have ever been before. This poor internal battery has been deprived of a chance for a full recharge for a long time but yet I still keep chugging along. I have had horrendous sleeps and of late this is due to the iPhone. I totally fxxked it up not so long ago and then spent the weekend hacking it again, only seeing my bed at 8 in the morning both Saturday and Sunday before I finally got it up and running again. This triumphant effort was short lived though as being the fool I am I decided to try and update and hack the latest firmware the following day in work, believe me easier said than done. I had bricked the iPhone again within only a matter of minutes. I was so pissed off at this point you can barely imagine, all my hard efforts down the drain. I went out after work with Gary and bought Time Crisis 4 with the gun for PS3 in order to cheer myself up before retiring home. After finally reversing all the extra complications the new update had caused before hacking into the iPhone again I found it was 6 in the morning. With little to no point in sleeping as I had to get ready for work in 1 hr I decided to kill some mofos with a little help from my gun and Time Crisis. You would think the following day I would surely catch up with my bed but no. Instead I went out for dinner after work with Alan and ended up getting home late and finally dozing off for a little while (not long enough). Now the following events are a little hazy but it seems I woke at 2 and somehow found myself in a taxi at 3 in the morn going to watch the footie with Alan around his house in Lam Tin which I ages away. I don’t know what possessed me as I bloody hate Man U but I think it was the offer of expensive cookies and muffins 
I again fell into a light slumber at 6 in the morning and had to wake at 7 before shipping off to work from Alan’s place. I had a team lunch that day that was to be followed by a dinner that evening to which all the top dogs were also attend, I was in no fit state to wag let alone show my face in front of all the CEO’s etc. Cut a long story short I went home, got shaved, got suited and booted and made a bee-line to meet Alan as we had planned to attend the dinner together. I won third prize in the raffle, an Agnes B cap, which I know sounds a bit of a cop-out but at least it’s worth a few bob-or-two so all in all I am glad I dragged myself there
Wish there were more Fridays in a week. Today life is good, for it is a Friday. It is pretty hard to have a bad Friday as it normally spells the end of the working week for most. As I have said I have been very busy of late. There are several new projects being undertaken at work and the workload has grown so heavy it is enough to break a camels back :-/ I have had formal dinners to attend left, right and centre, I was doing voluntary work teaching English yesterday, I have another formal dinner tonight with Matt, I have basketball tomorrow followed by snooker afterwards, I have lunch with Dick-Foam Sun (we are all getting our haircut together) and then shopping with Gary in the afternoon before sleeping around his Sunday night before he goes to India on a business trip Monday. At the time I have posted this blog it is now Monday again, I also didn’t manage to make it back to my bed over the weekend. I slept round Matt’s on Fri, Alan’s on Sat and Gary’s on Sun.
Taiwan here I come. T-minus 21,600 minutes and counting until my holiday to Taiwan. Well that is how many minutes away it is from this moment in time anyway 
I am looking forward to my well deserved holiday, work over here is non-stop! I have always been one for working hard and playing hard but work is trying to kill the latter of the two. I will not accept work overcoming my social life though, thus I feel like I never get a moments rest. This will all change in my 4 days of paradise though. Sleep, drink and eat. Quite similar to the life of a dog really, but just will involve a lot less fur and hopefully no bitches.
Tis the season to be jolly. Soon approaching is the time when good old Saint Nick should be visiting all the boys and girls who have been good this year. I know it will be hard for him to deliver that Ferrari to me since we currently don’t own a chimney, but I have faith. Christmas is a time I have always loved, although I find it a bit disconcerting with Hong Kong having never experienced snow but hey, you can’t have bread, butter and jam (although this may actually be factually incorrect, I am led to believe that it is possible to purchase all 3 in Hong Kong) I have spent every Christmas to date with my family. I am sure I will enjoy Christmas do not get me wrong, but it will pale in comparison to a Christmas spent with those I love (For those who know me they prob have seen through the façade, I will surely miss the presents more ) I just hope those gifts make it here on time
Well I think that sums up what I can think of from the top of my head. Just a few more stories and facts and I am done.
I seen a car park called Nob Hill car park the other day.
Pulled a brilliant one off not so long ago. Rich was reading something (for some reason I think it may have even been Harry Potter ) in a lift in Sham Shai Po behind some guy. I leaned across and pinched the guys arse in front of Rich and watched as the man in question turned round and looked at Rich with utter disgust like he was the world’s biggest dirty pervert. Rich was oblivious to what had just happened as his head was buried deep into his book which just made it look more so like he had just done it and now was covering up. Rich was still reading throughout the whole thing and as the guy left the lift he gave one last turn to eye up Rich before he stormed off. Pure classic.
I got Rich lovely again when we were exiting the train not so long ago. Just as he was exiting I ran and trust my arms under his armpits to make it look like my arms were in fact his arms and started trying to clutch and grab anything available to me as people were trying to board the train. The women were jumping backwards from Richard thinking he was fxxking mental and the look on all their faces was so worth it
Hong Kong people are mad for stocks and shares. That’s all I hear around me in JPMorgan, people cursing the markets. I think because the salary is relatively low around here everyone is trying to make a fast buck.
Wassabi a Japanese ingredient mixed with soya bean sauce to be used with sushi can instantly put hairs on your chest while removing them from your nostrils at the same time.
