Once upon a time, there was a big boy named Jack Daniels. Jack was a really popular kid around the block amongst Wai Onn and his friends. So popular that they brought him to RCSI (Royal College of Surgeons Ireland) to visit their friends there. Jack felt really left out when Wai Onn and his pals went out to have dinner and left him behind. Left alone in the stale room with nothing but a paper covering to keep him warm and settle down.
When Wai Onn and the gang returned, Jack was shocked to smell the after effects of another alcohol. His rival? A local rock-star sensation named Guiness. Jack was determined to show what he was made off. After rallying with his trusty sidekick Coke, he set off to wash away the dark void of bitterness of the sinister lager. (*Lager is a type of alcohol. Not Lag'er from dota ok)
The young boy did his best. He went at em like a school of fish swarming over the last piece of bread thrown into the sea by an amused tourist. He tried everything. He charged in solo, tried again with support from his wing-man Coke, they banded together to perform a two-pronged attack and finally they resorted to suicide popping.
Wai Onn and his friends, made tipsy by the barrage, felt their strength and concentration diminishing. Wai Onn and another casualty sought refuge on a nearby bed (yup on the same single bed which wasn't theirs). And as their heads hit the soft, ever comforting pillow...BOOM
The lights went out and they were both knocked out. A cry could be heard from the grave. "Hoooooraaah!" said little Jack Daniels. And his voice slowly faded into the darkness.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
Halloween night
Just thought I'd post some pictures of myself from our Halloween night here.
If anyone is wondering what I was supposed to be, I went as Reita from The GazettE. It's a JRock band. Look it up. But my hair wasn't long enough so I had to improvise.
And the green hair was just because a friend gave it to me. Thanks Grace!
If anyone is wondering what I was supposed to be, I went as Reita from The GazettE. It's a JRock band. Look it up. But my hair wasn't long enough so I had to improvise.
And the green hair was just because a friend gave it to me. Thanks Grace!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Dota life
Ok a really really brief post this time. Yeah I've got tests tomorrow. TWO of em. Not just any tests, Musculoskeletal and Biochemistry. So yeah I gotta start hitting the books soon. I've been meaning to but always seem to get distracted somehow. Speaking of which, I think i may have deviated from my title.
Okay then, here we go. Thursday night, Peng Wei invited a bunch of us dota kaki (dota players) for a few games. We started playing at about 10pm and ended up doing that the rest of the night. At around 6am we stopped. And the kicker here is that at 7.30 i had to leave to go to town.
First night of not sleeping.
That morning just happened to be our Med Day for UCD. So I had to go down town to collect donations for some charity thingy. Honestly I'm surprised anyone actually threw money in my bucket. I was so tired and sleepy that I was basically mumbling away attempting to say "Hi there, would like to make a donation...blah blah"
So Friday turned out ok. Came back from Med Day charity collections, did some other crap and whoosh went off to a friend's birthday party. Had quite a bit to drink that night. As much as I really really wanted to stay and sleep there, somehow I didn't. So me and some other people or person (can't really remember). Walked back in the morning to our residence back on campus.
Second all-nighter.
And now it's Saturday. Did a bunch of other stuff including some much delayed assignments. Then I get a 'bat-signal' call to dota again. And you just can't ignore the 'bat-signal'.
So the dota gang trudged on to another friend's house where we played on Battlenet this time. Oh but dota wasn't the only thing we did, I can say that much. We also played COUNTER STRIKE!
Oh jeez look at the time. Well sorry for the rushed ending but I really gotta get studying now. Or maybe I'll download a few more songs.
Crap after all that talk about making this a quick post turned out to be a load of bullshit.
Essentially I didn't sleep for 3 nights partly but primarily due to dota if that makes any sense.
Toodles (fuck what the hell am I saying? Only gay people say toodles).
Anyway I'm just lazy to backspace.
Okay then, here we go. Thursday night, Peng Wei invited a bunch of us dota kaki (dota players) for a few games. We started playing at about 10pm and ended up doing that the rest of the night. At around 6am we stopped. And the kicker here is that at 7.30 i had to leave to go to town.
First night of not sleeping.
That morning just happened to be our Med Day for UCD. So I had to go down town to collect donations for some charity thingy. Honestly I'm surprised anyone actually threw money in my bucket. I was so tired and sleepy that I was basically mumbling away attempting to say "Hi there, would like to make a donation...blah blah"
So Friday turned out ok. Came back from Med Day charity collections, did some other crap and whoosh went off to a friend's birthday party. Had quite a bit to drink that night. As much as I really really wanted to stay and sleep there, somehow I didn't. So me and some other people or person (can't really remember). Walked back in the morning to our residence back on campus.
Second all-nighter.
And now it's Saturday. Did a bunch of other stuff including some much delayed assignments. Then I get a 'bat-signal' call to dota again. And you just can't ignore the 'bat-signal'.
So the dota gang trudged on to another friend's house where we played on Battlenet this time. Oh but dota wasn't the only thing we did, I can say that much. We also played COUNTER STRIKE!
Oh jeez look at the time. Well sorry for the rushed ending but I really gotta get studying now. Or maybe I'll download a few more songs.
Crap after all that talk about making this a quick post turned out to be a load of bullshit.
Essentially I didn't sleep for 3 nights partly but primarily due to dota if that makes any sense.
Toodles (fuck what the hell am I saying? Only gay people say toodles).
Anyway I'm just lazy to backspace.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Random football
Hi again people. I realize my previous post has been found wanting and I do apologize for the let down. I assure you, I will make up for it with this one.
Okay, so I was busy being a nerd again in my apartment
(again never happens {I swear[really...]}), when suddenly I get a call from one of my buddies saying a bunch of them are going to play football in the field outside my place. Doesn't sound too weird does it? Well it was 10pm at the time.
So I thought "why not?". We get to the field and the 7 of us play for a while. Quite a number of people were walking around the field either being drunk or going to the nearest bar to get drunk. And quite randomly, a bunch of Irish guys (slightly drunk) challenge us to a game. Most of us didn't feel like getting our asses kicked but we knew it would be so cool to play soccer with the Irish. So whateverlahhah.
We started out playing a 7 on 8. And yeah we were getting owned quite badly. There were some people there who were playing for the UCD soccer team. Then it just started getting random.
There were people joining the game of the street. Guys just ran on to the pitch and started playing for any side. Pretty soon it got quite chaotic and nobody knew who was on their team. Well not that anybody could actually see anything. This was around midnight.
There was one funny ass Irish guy who was playing striker. He'd shout:
"Tommy! Tommy!"
"I'm open! Look at me Tommy."
"Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!"
"Oh for fucks sake look at where I'm at!!!".
And he repeated that for almost everyone on his team that had possession.
We continued playing until about 1.00am. And after, some of us managed to chat with the hoard of random people that mysteriously just started playing either for us or against us. And they were really friendly. Well being drunk kinda has that affect on you.
So now we've kinda made an appointment to play again tomorrow at 8pm. At least then we'll actually be able to see the people we played ball with. Keep in mind people that this football field has no spot lights or lamps. So it was basically just vague silhouette images of bodies, loud shouts, cries, abundant swearing (more of in excess really) and the occasional awful stench of a piss drunk wanker. Who knows? Maybe we could have a weekly football match rolling along.
Well it's 1.40am now and I'm pretty damn tired, so I'm just gonna go hit the sack now.
Cheers
Okay, so I was busy being a nerd again in my apartment
(again never happens {I swear[really...]}), when suddenly I get a call from one of my buddies saying a bunch of them are going to play football in the field outside my place. Doesn't sound too weird does it? Well it was 10pm at the time.
So I thought "why not?". We get to the field and the 7 of us play for a while. Quite a number of people were walking around the field either being drunk or going to the nearest bar to get drunk. And quite randomly, a bunch of Irish guys (slightly drunk) challenge us to a game. Most of us didn't feel like getting our asses kicked but we knew it would be so cool to play soccer with the Irish. So whateverlahhah.
We started out playing a 7 on 8. And yeah we were getting owned quite badly. There were some people there who were playing for the UCD soccer team. Then it just started getting random.
There were people joining the game of the street. Guys just ran on to the pitch and started playing for any side. Pretty soon it got quite chaotic and nobody knew who was on their team. Well not that anybody could actually see anything. This was around midnight.
There was one funny ass Irish guy who was playing striker. He'd shout:
"Tommy! Tommy!"
"I'm open! Look at me Tommy."
"Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!"
"Oh for fucks sake look at where I'm at!!!".
And he repeated that for almost everyone on his team that had possession.
We continued playing until about 1.00am. And after, some of us managed to chat with the hoard of random people that mysteriously just started playing either for us or against us. And they were really friendly. Well being drunk kinda has that affect on you.
So now we've kinda made an appointment to play again tomorrow at 8pm. At least then we'll actually be able to see the people we played ball with. Keep in mind people that this football field has no spot lights or lamps. So it was basically just vague silhouette images of bodies, loud shouts, cries, abundant swearing (more of in excess really) and the occasional awful stench of a piss drunk wanker. Who knows? Maybe we could have a weekly football match rolling along.
Well it's 1.40am now and I'm pretty damn tired, so I'm just gonna go hit the sack now.
Cheers
Thursday, September 27, 2007
The internet in UCD
Since most of my classes are dead boring and I tend to sleep through most of them, you could tell that it is getting a little bit boring here. Just a little. Very little.
To balance this onset of subtle depression, UCD has kindly given us an all out campus wireless LAN service. The internet speed is crazy! I can watch any youtube video instantly.
But, there's always a catch. God once again being the busy-body he is, decided to give UCD the bright idea of blocking every damn port available. I'm quite surprised they allowed even MSN.
Its like we have the best internet speed we will probably ever experience, but no bit torrent, no java, no blue server and basically any online game is blocked.
Ah but I have recently found a great website for direct download of songs and other stuff.
Esnips! And I'm loving it. It takes at most 10 seconds to download a song. And most times its instant. You click on download and it pops up on your com right away.
Oh and by recent I mean last night. Now my hard drive is gonna get really really full. Hehehe
To balance this onset of subtle depression, UCD has kindly given us an all out campus wireless LAN service. The internet speed is crazy! I can watch any youtube video instantly.
But, there's always a catch. God once again being the busy-body he is, decided to give UCD the bright idea of blocking every damn port available. I'm quite surprised they allowed even MSN.
Its like we have the best internet speed we will probably ever experience, but no bit torrent, no java, no blue server and basically any online game is blocked.
Ah but I have recently found a great website for direct download of songs and other stuff.
Esnips! And I'm loving it. It takes at most 10 seconds to download a song. And most times its instant. You click on download and it pops up on your com right away.
Oh and by recent I mean last night. Now my hard drive is gonna get really really full. Hehehe
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Why Irish people rock
Some of the stuff Irish people do may seem freakishly weird and maybe even wrong to some, but I for one like it.
Case1: One time when I was carrying a new microwave for a Malaysian girl, a car just stopped in front of us. A woman opened her door half way and asked "do you guys need a lift?" And such things just don't happen in Malaysia. It was really cool to think a stranger would've gone out of her way to help us.
Not too freaky yet I hope. It gets better. Or worse. Depending on how you view the matter.
Case2: Another day, me and the other Malaysians (plus assorted Singaporeans) were having a get together dinner at one of their apartments. A knock on the door came. The host (Grace) went to answer the door. A guy was standing outside with his arms crossed and said he was a RA (Residence Assistant) and he was gonna check what we were up to as there had been complaints that we were too noisy. Grace freaked! Sorry Grace if you ever read this.
Later he revealed that he was just kidding. He apparently saw the lights and heard the sounds coming from the place and decided to pop in to say hello. And so he did.
I've saved the best for last
Case3: I was being a good boy again on one fine day (which i swear usually rarely happens) , and I heard a knock on the door. I answered it and these two Irish girls were there. I had never seen those two before. They said hello and that they were living downstairs in the apartment below mine. Then they said "Could we come in?"
I kinda stalled for a while.
"Well we're comin in no matter what you do" And they just came in. Their excuse was that they're being neighborly.
They invited me and my housemate (Abraham) to the student bar and after a short conversation they left for the bar.
There is more to tell but these I feel are the best. Well aside from a drunk Irish guy climbing a crane singing "Suicidal" by Shaun Kingston at past midnight.
Anyway there'll be plenty more to tell as they days go by.
Case1: One time when I was carrying a new microwave for a Malaysian girl, a car just stopped in front of us. A woman opened her door half way and asked "do you guys need a lift?" And such things just don't happen in Malaysia. It was really cool to think a stranger would've gone out of her way to help us.
Not too freaky yet I hope. It gets better. Or worse. Depending on how you view the matter.
Case2: Another day, me and the other Malaysians (plus assorted Singaporeans) were having a get together dinner at one of their apartments. A knock on the door came. The host (Grace) went to answer the door. A guy was standing outside with his arms crossed and said he was a RA (Residence Assistant) and he was gonna check what we were up to as there had been complaints that we were too noisy. Grace freaked! Sorry Grace if you ever read this.
Later he revealed that he was just kidding. He apparently saw the lights and heard the sounds coming from the place and decided to pop in to say hello. And so he did.
I've saved the best for last
Case3: I was being a good boy again on one fine day (which i swear usually rarely happens) , and I heard a knock on the door. I answered it and these two Irish girls were there. I had never seen those two before. They said hello and that they were living downstairs in the apartment below mine. Then they said "Could we come in?"
I kinda stalled for a while.
"Well we're comin in no matter what you do" And they just came in. Their excuse was that they're being neighborly.
They invited me and my housemate (Abraham) to the student bar and after a short conversation they left for the bar.
There is more to tell but these I feel are the best. Well aside from a drunk Irish guy climbing a crane singing "Suicidal" by Shaun Kingston at past midnight.
Anyway there'll be plenty more to tell as they days go by.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Introduction
Ok this will be my first time blogging so please bare with me here.
For those of you who don't know me, I'm Wai Onn from Malaysia and I just started studying medicine in Ireland.
For those of you who do know me, SHALOM.
The reason I started this blog is because I'm getting tired of telling the same stories over and over again on msn.
Ok everyone has been asking me,"how's Ireland?"
The very simple and basic answer I can give you is: Ireland rocks wei!
The people here are friendly and helpful. Aside from when they're drunk that is.
And the story begins:
The flight here was as normally boring as a watching grass grow. So I'll save you guys the same boredom that I wasn't all throughout my 12 hour flight. Or maybe it was 13. Can't really remember. Well it was long. Really long. You get the idea.
The first story worth telling starts once I got to my residence. You see although Irish people are kind and friendly, they do come in certain shades of daftness. I got my keys from this really cheerful Irish guy, whom in my opinion is damn handsome (it would be wise of me to state now that I'm not gay. Please keep this in mind). Getting back to the plot, it turns out that my name caused some confusion about my gender. And as it turns out, I was put in an apartment with 3 girls.
Later in the day I discovered that a Malaysian girl, was mistakenly put in an apartment with 3 guys. And that point in time I wasn't really willing to swap places. I'm sure most of you would understand why. And to those who disagree with my decision, in my defense: one of my housemates was HOT (I rest my case). The room right next to mine was occupied by this Hong Kong born Irish girl. And I went around bragging to the other Malaysians saying "Hey how's your housemates? Mines a girl how bout yours?"
However, God being the busybody that he is, apparently hates me and as such, the Malaysian girl couldn't cope with her Irish and Australian housemates. All because they, brought a bunch of people to the place, got drunk, broke some kitchen stuff and started banging on the doors. Couldn't she have just a little consideration and allow those guys some freedom. Thus I was morally obligated to shift out of my paradise and into her place.
Thats it for now. I gotta go get the food ready for dinner. Hopefully I can be lifeless enough to tell all the other stories I have so far. Its only been a week and I've got loads to tell.
For those of you who don't know me, I'm Wai Onn from Malaysia and I just started studying medicine in Ireland.
For those of you who do know me, SHALOM.
The reason I started this blog is because I'm getting tired of telling the same stories over and over again on msn.
Ok everyone has been asking me,"how's Ireland?"
The very simple and basic answer I can give you is: Ireland rocks wei!
The people here are friendly and helpful. Aside from when they're drunk that is.
And the story begins:
The flight here was as normally boring as a watching grass grow. So I'll save you guys the same boredom that I wasn't all throughout my 12 hour flight. Or maybe it was 13. Can't really remember. Well it was long. Really long. You get the idea.
The first story worth telling starts once I got to my residence. You see although Irish people are kind and friendly, they do come in certain shades of daftness. I got my keys from this really cheerful Irish guy, whom in my opinion is damn handsome (it would be wise of me to state now that I'm not gay. Please keep this in mind). Getting back to the plot, it turns out that my name caused some confusion about my gender. And as it turns out, I was put in an apartment with 3 girls.
Later in the day I discovered that a Malaysian girl, was mistakenly put in an apartment with 3 guys. And that point in time I wasn't really willing to swap places. I'm sure most of you would understand why. And to those who disagree with my decision, in my defense: one of my housemates was HOT (I rest my case). The room right next to mine was occupied by this Hong Kong born Irish girl. And I went around bragging to the other Malaysians saying "Hey how's your housemates? Mines a girl how bout yours?"
However, God being the busybody that he is, apparently hates me and as such, the Malaysian girl couldn't cope with her Irish and Australian housemates. All because they, brought a bunch of people to the place, got drunk, broke some kitchen stuff and started banging on the doors. Couldn't she have just a little consideration and allow those guys some freedom. Thus I was morally obligated to shift out of my paradise and into her place.
Thats it for now. I gotta go get the food ready for dinner. Hopefully I can be lifeless enough to tell all the other stories I have so far. Its only been a week and I've got loads to tell.
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