1st day: So, touchdown in Heathrow airport. Its 0400 hours local time which is behind M'sia's time by 8 hours. We got upgraded to Business class on the plane cuz dad talked to the pilot which he knew so we got some sleep. SOME. Anyway, my bro and I had to use the Tube to get to our meeting point but because it was too early in the morning, we had to wait around till 0600 hours. So, we sat down in the airport's Costas and had some hot choco with marshmallows. Nice. Anyway, at 0630, we went to the Underground's station and bought our tickets. . . zone 1-6. 5 pounds each. Boy. that's RM65 on two people's train ticket. . . So we went in the train and waited. . . and waited. . . ant then at 0715, the train started moving. Damn. We waited around for nothing. Baaaaaaaaaaaastards. about an hour and a half later, we reached the Southgate station. Yes, you may gasp. That's on the OTHER side of the line. . . My bro's phone had no coverage there cuz my dad forgot to settle with Maxis about roaming. My mom didn't know this. SO, being the preparation paranoia, perfectionalia paranoia and tidiness paranoia she is, she got frantic trying to sms us and call us and whatever. . . But we met with her at the station. We stepped out into the London we left 7 years ago just to be greeted with rain. Crap. We literally brought the rain from M'sia. It only started raining when we arrived and it never did stop till about the 3rd day. . . Shit. So, a small, control freak woman and two guys clad in black clothes, waited in the rain for my mom's friend. She came about 5 minutes after my mom called her so it wasn't too bad. We were brought to her house and we got settled in, George and Chris, their kids were still sleeping but the untie's husband woke up and my mom was chaaaaaaaaaaaaaating away with her. When i commented to my mom about their grandma talk, its 'catching up'. Right, where's the money and i'll start pretending im having fun. Well, it wasn't TOO bad. I mean, the stuff they talked about my bro and i could talk about too so we didn't get too bored. then a bit later ant a more humane hour in the morning, Chris woke up. Shy guy. Didn't talk at all. His sister George (Georgina by the way, numbnuts) was nicer. Pretty hot too. . . but not my type (you can breathe now, sweetie.) the guys then all assembled to the living room to watch the Rugby world cup finals (England vs Australia). EVERYBODY supported England, of course. . . My bro and I well. . . we DID support England but we felt Australia was home team for us. . . I've developed a liking to the sport. Much cooler then "AMERICAN football". Gosh. I developed English mentality too. . . England won. YAY! (boo. . .) The match was a real neck and neck scores and only England's last 30-second kick won the match. Lucky bastards. Well, they deserved the victory, as the Auzzies won every year. . . hehehe. Anyway, this is too darn long, izznt it? ok, the next few days will be quite general, ok? Promise. Its the 1st day that i liked most, anyway. We had brunch then George was gonna be the escort for my bro and I. My bro wanted to go to Camden Town. Even George was a bit scared when he said that. I dunno why. My bro had that place as a suggestion from his friend Mark  (Kylie-Wylie's bro) which simply said that it was 'more your kind of thing'. When we arrived there, it pretty much was a road full of people. They had a few markets which reminded me STRONGLY of the Petaling Street I left behind in M'sia. You run away from something, only to have it right in front of you. Note: It was STILL raining so we got bloody wet. George had an umbrella which was quite small so she had no prob. . . Oh well, aren't we gents? Okay, maybe I'M the gentleman cuz that was  just another flirting tactic by my bro. . . Walking down the street, (singing doo-wah-dee-dee-dee-dee-dum-dee-dee-doo) we were greeted by George's old schoolmate (fucking tall, these white people they are) and a guy. . . he was a monk asking for donation from other people. . . why us? He pointed out that I looked like a teacher (black shirt with leather jacket) and i looked Asian (face + hair = Japanese kid) to understand any of the bollocks he was dishing out.  Anyway, it was amusing to know i looked like a teacher so i got this stupid book about some indian religion thingie in exchange for 2 pound's donation. . . Ok, because im already taking up WAY too much time here, I wont tell u guys what i bought. You come to my house and see for yourself la, fuckers! Oh. the fuckers bit was meant for the guys. . . we saw some pretty rad stuff there. Its basically the place to go for my bro and I. Its actually called the 'Punk and Goth hometown' in London. More our thing? Understatement. Saw a lot of things. Me, still thinking of Shicho ONLY saw some pretty cool stuff. . . Shirt that said 'These aren't silicone! They're the real deal, man!' , Orgasmatron, goth leather outfits, studded undergarments. . . oh dammit! I said i wasn't gonna say what i bought! Dammit! hehe. I also saw this box to keep your 'weed' in which kept me laughing till today. It said 'Dont drink and drive! . . . Smoke and fly!' BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA. It wasnt that funny when we realized pot smoking was legal and we actually sniffed some at some dude at the Tube. . . Anyway, I'm gonna skip a lot now but the one thing that really was the highlight of the day was the train ride back to Southgate. The train stopped halfway in a tube and then a programmed speech thingie come through the PA system. Note: It was PROGRAMMED. It said this 'This train will now move slowly forward, and then stop suddenly. Please sit down or if you are standing up, please hold on.' and it was PROGRAMMED. It was just about the most absurd thing ever heard, even 98% of the people on the train was laughing. That gave me the indication that that almost NEVER happened. . . Okay, so we went back to George's house, had dinner then went to our hotel room at Bayswater and slept. Wow. It could have been that short?

2nd day: Going REALLY fast now. Had breakfast in the room, muffins and cookies. Went using train to Leister Square and walked a bit. Went to Melati and Indonesian cuisine restaurant and ate with George's extended London family, about 20 people. . . Talked for AGES and then my family went to Camden Town so that my mom could see the more expensive desires of my brother and I. Still thinking of Shicho. Forgot about the rest of you guys. Sorry. Returned to Bayswater and ta pao KFC and ate in hotel room. The TV had MTV2. Cool? No. It was in German. Watched Wedding Planner on TV for first time. So sue me. Okay movie but Matthew Mcdammiticantspellhisname looked better with muscles in Reign of Fire. Slept. Dreamt of the person i couldn't stops thinking about. Me. Hehehehe. Of course not! You guys know what i mean!

3rd day: Stopped raining at last. News showed damage of flash floods to residential areas. I felt guilty for bringing the M'sian weather there and kept saying 'sorry, London!'  Took the train to Tottenem Court Road to Covent Garden to look for Drum and Guitar shops. Had a whole row of it. Spent the whole day there realizing that Australia had the best prices so far. Went to Borders. Wanted to buy Harry Potter but I'll have to wait for paperback. Wanted to buy paperback Sabriel and hardcover Li'rael but my mom said later. Went to Kightsbridge and went to looksee looksee at Harrods. I'll tell you one thing, if you're fucking rich, do your shopping there. Wanted to buy this cute lil robotic bunny but as usual, my mom said wait. Returned to Bayswater and my mom and I went to Edgeware road to buy Dinner. Edgeware road is a road full of Arab restaurants. Of all the places, we bought our fish and chips in two places. The first one was okay but i soon realized it was a Jewish shop. Jewish shop in an Arab-dominated street = Grumpy workers. The next one was neither Arab nor Jewish but English. Oh well. We had our fish and chips to break fast on the final day of fasting and then returned to the room.

4th day: Selamat Hari Raya!Had Maggie mee for breakfast then left for Southgate to see Geoge's family again. My bro and I decided not to go for Raya prayers because we didnt feel like it and my mom was constantly reminding us that anti-Islam fascists could blow up the mosque. Yeah, thanks mom. Had tea with untie and she brought us to antique shops. Found a lot of cool stuff. 'One's man junk is another man's treasure' as they always say. Stopped at untie's sister's house who we met the day we had the Indonesian lunch. My bro and I were left alone in the living room with the remote control to Sky television which was like Astro. One difference is that well, I dunno. . . IT HAS MORE THAN 1000 CHANNELS AND ALL IN ENGLISH AND NOT GERMAN. TV galore as we were served snacks and watched Kerrang!, MTV, MTV2, Nickelodeon (Spongebob rules), Playboy (ooops), and the other channels. Once my mom, untie and her sister stopped talking, we had to return to George's house. After a tear-filled parting with the TV, We left. Oh, my sister stayed behind to play with Isabelle some 3 year old kid. . . but we ALL know she's there for the TV. Lucky shit. had great dinner. Untie's a good cook. Talked and talked and I played with Murphey the house cat. He's an adorable huge, cuddly, fluffy and furry kitty. Not quite Persian because of the face is normal cat's one's and not the flat face ones and he's got white socks and a blue face and underbelly. Cute. He liked me cuz he kept coming to me but I realized I was playing with him too much when he was trying to sleep on the chair next to me and bit my hand when i pet it. Returned to hotel and slept.

4th, 5th and 6th day: Nothing happened but we went to Hyde park, went to Camden Town once more to finish up shopping, went to Oxford Street and went to a playground to escort my sister where I toyed with birds begging for my croissant. I made them jump, fight ,and race for my French bread. We moved our stuff to untie's house to stay over for the night. The next morning, went to airport and came home.