Putty.

Putty is used to fill up holes.
My friend Kent Teoh Hong Yee has a father who makes putty. Putty is used to fill holes, this post is called putty because im trying to fill the holes from my previous post. Pictures paint a thousand words, but sometimes u have to write a thousand words to make people see the exact thousand words that you want them to see in that picture. If u understood what i just said the first time you read it, give yourself a round of applause. Then try saying the whole sentence 5 times fast without stumbling, if u can do that and have proof, see me and i'll buy you dinner.

This is Fatman, Mango and Grandma. Well, sorry to state the obvious but fatman is the fat man on the left, Mango is the Mango looking mango in the centre and grandma is the grand looking ma on the right. Sometimes people dont know whether i go left to right or right to left see.

The picture on the right is a picture of Mango's daughter (Mangosteen) whom i miss very much , and Mango's son in law, whom i see everyday.

This is a picture Mother in law aka Mango, me and my beloved mother.

Now at the end of my post i was talking about an international orientation dinner i had on the 20th of september. This is the continuation. We were told to meet in the Great hall, preferably in national dress. So i decided okay i will go in national dress of Malaysia! I put on my t-shirt, jacket, jeans and sneakers. Turns out the rest of the world decided to go in the national dress of Malaysia as well. One thing i have to say about Queens University Belfast, i received a VERY  warm welcome indeed. and mind you this sentence is not laced with sarcasm at all. It was awesome.

Ive decided to show dessert first!
This is cheesecake, i can tell you its really good. Proof being i started eating the cake first and half way through my ecstacy realized that oh no! i forgot to take a picture of it.
My neighbour got chocolate cake which was amazing as well. I stopped him before he could eat it so i could snap it first though. There was another Malaysian on my table named Ramzan. He had to wait to break fast, poor him had to watch us monster down our food as he waited for 7.20 to arrive.
This was my main course, chicken, vege, salad, salmon and potatoes. oh yeah i almost forgot the rice as it was hidden beneath all the good stuff. After looking at the picture, i feel hungry.
After hearing so much about how english food sucks so bad, i was shocked ( this is the best shocked picture i have ) that the food was actually really good! Maybe coz im in northern ireland. Btw this is Monster Kye that i love, and this pic would make an awesome emoticon.

Another pic of the great hall, i searched high and low for an asian, but the closest i could get to a yellow skinned man was a whiteman's picture who was so old it turned yellow. Wonder if that counts.

Oh ya, random muse of mine : Remember AERLINGUS, the ireland equivalent of Air Asia? Well i was sitting in their plane and i thought the name AERLINGUS actually has a really deep meaning to it. Aerlingus sounds alot like air link us. ok fine maybe only because i speak manglish but the air does link us. All of us. Maybe the land i step on isnt the same as the land u step on. But the air i breathe, and the air you breathe is the same. Oh god now i've become philosophical.

Well, i'm in belfast for a 3 year course in accounting. It rains alot in Belfast. When i first reached Belfast it stopped raining for a week and i was like, " Yeah right rain alot." Then it started drizzling everyday. The worst thing about cold countries, as many people may know, is the freaking cold toilet seat. Not to mention the fact that im sharing a toilet and i feel dirty everytime i go in there. To anyone that studies overseas, get en-suite, get your own toilet, its worth the money. Sharing a toilet sucks, period. 

And yes you've guessed right, i've run out of pictures, thats why im being a hypocrite and typing a whole long story of just words. Well sometimes i do read blogs that are all words if they're interesting. Well let me give u a scenario, imagine you've had loads of sambal belacan and chilli coz u miss Malaysia so much when you're overseas. and that night, your bowels decide to give you a little reward called diarrhoea, you run out the door in a rush to get rid of the reward and VOILA! the toilet sign is red, OCCUPIED. DIE! and in your rush you forget to bring your key card along. Wheee, guess what! you're locked out of your room, someone's locked you out of your toilet, and ironically your butthole doesnt want to stay locked.

Happy days. 

Anyway ive locked myself out of my room once now. I walked out of the room in my boxers and towel and i forgot to bring my keycard. Here's where if we were in a talkshow someone would raise a sign saying "laughter" or "applause". So, Julian had an adventure walking in his boxers and towel all the way to reception from his room! Now that is a long 5 minute walk, barefoot. Not to mention it was the day where locals were pouring in. Yeah i got a few jeers and cheers and pheewits.

Happy days.

See if u got a en-suite, there would be no problem! your toilets in your room, you can use it whenever u want, no one will pee all over the floor, no one steals your toilet paper, no one can hog it for 2 hours, no one will stink it up for you, and if you stink it up you dont have to run quickly so people dont know its you. AND U WONT GET LOCKED OUT! Ensuite rooms also tend to have halls which are more canggih, with EMERGENCY TELEPHONES where u can call if u get locked out.  

Well, i suppose i've told a long enough story, sorry you peeps have to read all of it, if you decided to. 

Next post will be bout my field trip, less words, more pics! wheee.