OMG HELP!!


My job description is to basically retrieve and organise information in a meaningful way for the BOSS but I have be able to read the database in the first place. As to demostrate the measure of my frustration I have a table that is named "Subsidiary buffer for juxtaposition" does anyone have a clue what this means?..... I am in deep trouble.

Eat Mor! Eat Mor!

I think Helen is going to have a hard time beating Aunty in the Kitchen. She cooked us a lovely dinner of steamed fresh water fish (best I have tasted), tofu, veges and roast pork. Best of all, Aunty keep saying eat mor. License to eat anyone?

Who is that Handsome GUY??!!

The guy cast in bronze ofcourse. So near yet so far. As you can see I am separated by about 1 meter from my hero by the surronding fence. Jason's father says that the barrier is not usually there, but for no appearant reason the HK council chose to torment me.

Strain and you shall see

If you strain your eyes enough you would make out my two favourite words. This was truely a happy moment.

From the Start!

Finnally I have sometime to just sit down and write. Been drinking a bit too much vodka in the last few days and still kinda feeling the effects of the alcohol flowing through me. At least it has kept me warm by diluting my blood H2O content to a mere 50% of what is normally healthy (exaggeration ofcourse). Anyways I think I will start from the beginning of the trip.

But before all that, I should confess that the main reason I left for Poland is because I don't know what to do with my life. Knowing so, I thought about the many international students that I have met throughout university. Seeing how difficult it was, I thought; ha, I can do that. It can't be that hard. So....I did, and perhaps I was mistaken.

I left NZ with little fan fair or tears. It seems that everyone was enjoying themselves despite it being 6am with a stiff breeze. Little Hannah (my niece) really let me down by not crying (not even a sob!) as she set up the whole week making me expect a big drama at the airport. But she simply waved, much like other things in my life :).

After 13 hours flight time under my belt, I met HK with vigour obtained from 10 hours of television on a tiny screen.