Now and then, here and there

Alright I realise that my blog has been like a dead pet that I continue to advertise on my msn and for that I do apolagise. Having said that, I'm back!

The first term in UCD was a blast! But the real fun began after.

For Christmas I returned to Malaysia to visit friends and family. I was back home for 2 weeks and I loved every scorching, sun burning, mouth watering, tongue burning second of it. It's only when I spent a few months away from home that I begin to appreciate the good food and nice weather in Malaysia.

But you'll never guess what I really really really couldn't wait to eat when I was back home...Chillies. Since I have a terrific cook as a flatmate here in UCD, I have been pigging out on asian food everyday. Thus as I went home to Malaysia, I had a huge ravenous craving for western food.

Oh I managed to meet up with my fellow Rempit who had developed a rather odd craving for coke. By that I mean Coca Cola not cocaine (which would make much more sense if you haven't met this member of the 3man-cell). Every night when driving back to his place or my place, he would force me to stop by a 7 eleven to get a bug bottle of coke for himself. He would seriously kill me or at least hurt me if he didn't get his coke. He was so addicted to the drink that when a tiny drop fell off the edge and on to his leg he screamed like a girl being raped by a monkey. After calming himself down by saying monologously "It's ok! It's ok! Its still on me. It'll diffuse in. It's still good. It's still good."

Went ice-skating with some friends too when I was back. It is sooooo expensive to ice skate in Ireland. Anyway, while we were there, we noticed a group of wall hugers at the side of the rink just crawling at a mind-bogglingly slow pace which would make a snail envious. About half and hour later, I had forgotten all about them. But as my friend brought to realisation, the wall hugers had made it from the entrance to the rink, all the way to the other side of the rink....in half an hour.

I wish I could have seen many more sun rises back home in Malaysia during that break. After a mere 2 weeks, I flew off to Wales to spend some quality time with my girlfriend.

After spending 11 days in Cardiff, Wales I headed to London to meet up with an old friend. Stayed in a mate's place near London bridge. He was staying in a Kings college accommodation hostel. And I was scared. The entrance to the hostel was in some darkly lit alley right next to a loading entrance for a hospital. If I had not known it was all laughingly considered part of the university campus, I would have been really scared. But as it was, and since I had known that fact, I was only minutely feeling a bit of fear in the back waters of my head.

Later my friend told me a rather disturbing fact that on average, 5 people are either stabbed or shot in london every day. Now that made me the fear creep forward quite a bit, but I was keeping my cool. After all, what were the chances of me being a statistic in that survey. London is of course quite a big place (20 million people live there. And yet some how I managed to find my friend).

Then we went to the underground tube. It was dark, stinky (smelt of concentrated piss), crowded and had litter every where. Well at least that was the case with the one stop that I was at. The rest were actually quite okay. But anyway, I was just thinking of how crowded the place looked when my friend added the icing on the cake, " You know, last time the tube station was so crowded there was no space to move (this didn't bother me). You just had to stand beyond the yellow line because there was just no space (I was still keeping cool). Then some people started getting stressed out (still nice and cool). And then someone committed suicide (now this took some time to sink in) by jumping in front of the train (and I lost it).


But now it's all done and passed. I'm now sitting in my comfy room in my good ol' UCD residence looking forward to a better term (if it could ever get any better). Cheers to a new term!