London, The Heart of Europe

Yup, I Rock.


16 Feb, Friday night. After 2 hours of bus ride and train ride, and a 1.5 hr of flight, I'm here London. Sorry to keep you waiting.

A quick link up with fabian and a Fat, Cheehong, Extra Mat (F.C.E.M). Uncle Ly pick us up and drove us down to London City. Zipping pass the Canary Wharf, London eye, Tower Bridge, 10 Downing Str and many London sights. The City lights coloured the sky, She is indeed the heart of Europe. Circling around the bustling chinatown and picardilly circus for an hour, we manage to find a parking lot, It was 230 am, but the Streets are still very much alive and it feels like 9pm on the orchard road. This place loves to party, i feel home.

Uncle said he wants to bring us to Mayflower chinese resturant for a 'quick bite' and a tour around the night life of London city. Even at this time, Mayflower is packed. The 'quick bite' turned out to be a 6 course feast, the best meal since i'm in Europe. Here's the indulgence, Lobster noodles, Roast chicken, pork ribs, Deep fried spiced unagi and a red bean longan dessert to fill the brim of my stomach. Supper cost 80 pounds for 4 and it was uncle's treat. Respect.

After the sumptous bite, we hit the streets. Bar, pubs, disco, gay clubs and people all cramped up in the streets. It was 330am. With some shots of the night scene and self made MVs on our way back to Uncle's place, I wash up and sleep (Resting for the 'DAY'). 430 am.

At 11 am, Uncle handed us to Julie, my best cousin. Met Ah gong and Ah mah, greeted them, got the Ang Pounds. It was heavy Weight.
( Special thanks to all my dear family and relatives that sent me the ang pounds )
Julie brought us on the train and we headed to the city. Walking down the sides of River Thames towards Big Ben, snap some good shots in the city, with the F.C.E.M failing to keep is !@#$% mouth shut. Fucking extra. Thanks to Fabian, he almost ruined my trip.

2pm at picardilly circus, i met my buddy jingkai and Daniel. He saved my day, i was so happy to see him. Together with his singaporean friends, Elena and Celeste, we head down to have dim sum lunch at Chinatown. It was really hard to describe how happy i was to see so many singaporeans gather. I felt homely and i've never been so happy since i've departed from singapore. It was a great 'yum cha' lunch. I miss dim sum. *Hungry*

Following lunch, we decided to go shopping and Julie brought us to this HUGE Topshop. Think it's about 4 levels, stocked up with the most trendy and coolest, clothes,accessories, shoes and bag. The ladies went frenzy, the F.C.E.M tag along their asses, while i spend more time with jing and daniel at the entrance. Same old stories from those training days never become boring and always brought me back to those bitter sweet days in OCS. Jingkai is a great guy, always cool, slow and relak, i'm glad to have him be my buddy. Shopping's over and we bidded farewell as we stroll down the street. Reunion dinner at Ah mah's awaits us.

Julie brought us back to her home and its time for dinner. Ah mah had prepared a feast, a MAN HAN QUAN XI kind of feast. The round table could not hold so many dishes, so some food had to be at the sides. I dunno how we are going to finish up the food. There was just Fabian, me, F.C.E.M, Julie, MeMe and her bf, Daniel. We did our best, stuff as much as we could, but nothing seem to have changed. There is still as much food left on the plates, as if no one touched it. The dinner was awesome, with dishes including, lobster and abalone...etc...etc.

As we relax one corner after dinner, Julie mobilised her Army. The 'Objective' was Club Metra. A convoy of 3 Vehicles, 8 pretty friends, 2 cool dudes and an extra we got to the club in 2hrs. Linking up and picking up every one around london city, had a long stop and drank some Smiroff and WRD to keep ourself warm. i switch my car and hopped into Guppy's cos i couldnt stand that yakking F.C.E.M anymore. She was a good driver and it was comfortable with Fabian around. Finally we made it to Chinatown carpark, cost 15 pounds to park. 'Cheap'.

Metra was not a big club like Zouk or MOS, but she has her attractions. I saw the best crowd ever. The music, lighting and decor, swee.... This is London, the place to be.

At 2 am Sayha finally made it here after her work, she told me she never clubs after her work, But she came for me and bought me a drink. Sweet.

All of us had a good time, ocassionally Julie n me posed as bouncers. Time flew, and it was 4 am , closing time, and we all left. I was sleepy and knocked out in the car, tho the 2 tequila shots and bourbon coke had took no effect on me. It was the german lifestyle that killed me.

20% conscious, i could still hear the fucker yakking, his mouth never stops. Fortunately julie had made this trip so amazing that it clouded over the asshole presence, I would have killed Fabian for bringing him. I don't want to see him in Stockholm.

Uncle brought us some nice supper and soon it was time to fly back germany, took some pictures around Tower bridge and i'm back to kiel. Thank You so much Uncle, Julie and Ah mah . London will be missed. Next weekend Stockholm.