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.
5 comments:
hey..who was HOT??haha..u mean aoife eh?hahaha...anywayss..i tot the 3 room was suppose 2 be a guy as well...coz rite..i was suppose 2 be at 3-4-3..hmm..then we swap..
-d.tong-
hello
why don't write a letter to a great personnalitie!
i post your letter
shalom
jewisheritage
Lakita's quite hot. Mainly because of the hair. And yeah I think Abraham (my housemate) was supposed to be there aswell. And it would've been so cool if it turned out that way. But since management knew about it, they made Abraham move straight into Jamie's house.
it's nikita....haha..it's seriously not cool for us okay??so inconvenient...
aw wai onn!
so cruel edi ar u.. *i always thought ppl who studied medicine had to b robots* (tak ada humanity punya)
pity dat MY girl la.. later if anythin happened to her how??
u can take care of urself jus fine wif 3 guys arnd u la rite..since ur well, ahem, not GAY n all :)
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