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1/18/2007

I just came back from the canto land, the hong kong islands.

If you were to ask me whether i like HK or not (Well, you don't have any choice, I already assumed you are a typical human being to ask me that question).... it would be a mixture of goods and bads.

Good thing is that they have really good food there. Their equivalent of Singapore's Kopitiam are restaurants. You don't find food centres serving shit in HK, but there are numerous such hawkers in Singapore. I love wanton. So i ate wanton mee for 3 out of 4 lunches. HK's wanton r0cks man, there's prawn and some secret ingredient inside. Uber nice. Singapore's wanton should be renamed to ball of pisai.

The HK road-side stalls do sell shit which , Thank god, doesn't exist in Singapore. That piece of food looks like shit, smells like shit. Therefore, NiCK awards them a high shitty level. Even though i don't know what that food actually is, i suspect its Pig Dick.

Nevermind lor, just avoid the stall...but then its like every other street also got stalls selling this Pig Dick. Wth is wrong with hongkies.

HK is flooded with glamorous duplicates. Its like the kids, teenagers and young adults dress,look and smell the same. Its damn standard. The guys wear pirated looking skater shirts, Levi's Jeans, and Converse/Adidas/Nike Sneakers. And they all look like Jay Chou wanabes. The girls dress the same as the guys, except they have extra fur coats and long boots.

Here's what i found on google when fur coat was typed in.

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8:56 PM


1/09/2007

When i went down to toshiba data dynamic place in some inconvenient industrial estate, i overshot 1 bus-stop even though the bus ride was only 2 stops long in total.

Anyway, i collected my laptop from that building where the nearest bus stop was almost 400m away. Ironically, i was also carrying yaode's working toshiba laptop along with me.

When i finally laid hands on my laptop, some old kia in front of me was hogging the powerpoint as if he owned it. GRRR that old kuku. Best part is, i sat beside him observing for a rather long eternity.

His computer crashed and toshiba formatted his cock. So he asked the toshiba dude how he could check his e-mail. The toshiba dude asked him wat his e-mail was (i.e. What suscriber, did he use outlook express etc.). That old kia looked at the toshiba dude as if he didn't know e-mail stands for electrical mail. He didn't know what Internet service providers were either.

The only thing he mentioned was his userID, password and his e-mail address. OMG its like an invitation to hack. Of course i didn't, i'm a nice guy (actually there's probably no important mails in it cause he's such a dum dum)


Signs that you are getting old:
1. Your armpit hair is more than your head hair
2. You smell like dog poo even after you used shampoo
3. Your hands droop is comparable to a bulldog's face
4. You drive a car that has no wheels
5. You wake up in the middle of the night cause you wet your bed (i know some of you readers still pee in your pants)


Anyhow, continuing with the lame old man. After the toshiba guy gave up answering his questions, the old man started fooling around with his desktop, he opened internet explorer without connecting to a wireless network and then declared that the laptop was spoilt. OMG! i told him that he needed to tap into someone's wireless networth to get internet access.

Anyway, after i had enough, i shut down that guy's com when he looked away. When he looked back, i asked him if i could borrow the power supply as i had been waiting for 20 mins (its bloody long considering i was listening into all his questions and that i had to rush off to Singapore General Hospital for Chemotherapy).

Previously, my computer fan was not working, also the hinge that holds my screen in place was broken. So i tested my com to see if the mechanics was fine.

In order to test the fan, you should just your hand at the outlet. I wanted to disturb the pretty woman who was serving me, so i asked her how i could test the fan. She told me to take a DVD cd and put it inside. If i can hear some sounds, its working. So she lent me a rom to try out. The results were cool, my fan was repaired.

The hinge was visually pleasing. So i went to SGH with 2 toshiba laptops.

The fan costed 100 bucks, the hinge costed 500 bucks. WTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its like a styrofoam plate cost $2, and the mee rubus on it cost 20 cents. Thats retarded man! Next time i wanna brand my toilet paper and make it cost 20 cents per piece.

Anyways, when i got home, i found the same DVD in my cd-rom drive. I bet that woman would skin me if she ever saw me again, but thats her problem LOL.







P.S. E-mail isn't electrical mail you dumdum!


12:14 AM


NICK



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