London Day 2

So many things happened, so many memories that its impossible to write all about them. In this instance, I guess pictures tell the thousand words things that mere words cannot express.

First thing we did was go to Chinatown and Soho with her colleagues, Kelly and Irene. Nopes, no pictures of the 4 of us together, just of Sue and I. It was fun, talking about *ahem* longkangs and stuffings and pushups (insider joke). We made plans to go to Madame Toussards together.

Unfortunately, as is often the case where there's a big group, everyone wants to do their own thing, like go into little knickknack shops around Leichester Sq and Picadilly Circus to buy souvenirs for loved ones back home. So I guess it didn't come as a surprise when we *somehow* managed to lose Kelly and Irene. After 20 minutes of futile searching, Yen and I gave up and continued on our own...

We went to Portabello Market, which was good fun. We laughed a lot, attracted loads of attention (prolly cos its sweet to see two girlfriends dressing almost identically giggling and just having fun together) and took loads of pictures of each other, cos we were holding each other's camera. More pictures on her camera, but she's on dial up, so will just have to wait until we meet up this Thursday in Manchester for me to get hold of them and upload some on Multiply.





We saw darling little bracelets made of all sorts of materials - shell, beads, mother of pearl, glass, feather.... and ooh, they were so pwetty!!! Me likey mucho!



Bought 2 pounds of cherries and some strawberries from a very nice greengrocer who invited us to go inside the stall and take pictures with him. Actually we think its just an excuse to 'pok mong' us, considering that we're two super gorgeous happy bubbly cheerful nice girls in sweet haltertop summer dresses, but shhh.. maybe we were just being perasan.





We also managed to get on the WRONG BUS! It took us an hour and a tour around the suburbs of London to realise it, cos we were too busy talking and popping cherries into our mouths to notice. It was until we looked out of the window that we knew we had to take the no 70 going the OTHER direction. Yeesh.



And when we finally got into the right bus, we MISSED OUR STOP and ended up somewhere near Hyde Park instead. So we decided to have a picnic at Hyde Park. We tried using the self timer to take pictures of us, but it didn't work, so we ended up taking pictures of each other until a really nice distinguished looking man came over and offered to help take pictures. We were super grateful. Turns out that he's a butler to some English somebody who doesn't know how to picnic properly (that fella actually had fine china and tables and chairs and an army of people around him to serve him at the 'picnic') cheh.



What we weren't grateful for was some old fart who sauntered over and tried to hit on us, saying he was a freelance photographer for fashion magazines and all that, asking if he could meet up with us the next time we came over and all.. We tried to hint that we weren't interested and continued talking to each other in hopes that he'd go away, but he parked himself in front of us and kept on butting in. Spoil the mood only. We had to layan him although we were griping in chinese about how he 'mg sek chou' and won't leave us alone. He asked for our numbers and we said we didn't have pen or paper and produced scraps of paper and a pen. We gave him wrong numbers. Muahaha. And to add insult to the injury, later, I took out my teeny notebook and pen to jot down something. I hope he terasa. Who asked him to disturb us? Damn him la! Our chill out session at the park was just RUINED! In the end, we quickly excused ourselves and went back to the hotel room to hang out instead.

Curse that mofo. &^$#)*(

Went to Bayswater later to make a booking at the Malaysian Hall and eat duck rice at Four Seasons. And guess who I met at the Malaysian Hall? Pak Yah!! To the unintiated, Pak Yah is like the godfather of all Malaysian students here. He was the first Malaysian face to come greet us at Heathrow and welcome all of us JPA kids to England. And he actually recognised me!! Whee-ness! Am not that forgettable after all, some more call me his 'anak angkat'. I couldn't really recognise him because he was in baju melayu and songkok, and he looked super adorable in it too. Like some kampong pakcik. Yen and I took pictures with him:



Hrm, we later went to the major tourisy spots lorr... damn, too much to write and I'm getting sleepy. You know what they say about putting things like this off, it all accumulates and then there's so much to write it its overwhelming. So I'm just gonna say it with pictures.



London Eye



Houses of the Parliament



Tower bridge



And did random acts of kindness *wink*

Nah, he was super nice and agreed with our siao suggestions and posed for us. What a darling!