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
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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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