out of the blue

Shit on a schtick I've been so lazy. Someone give me a good hard kick on the butt! The past few days were a blur, went to an interview, then moped around refusing to send out more CVs, forcing self to be convinced that the job is mine, then got a call from interviewer-guy who apologetically told me no because they don't want to go through the hassle of converting my visa into a proper work-permit in a year's time, then moped around even more berating self for moping around.

So anyway it's another Sunday. Already.

Last Sunday I went to Out Of The Blue at the O2/Millennium Dome, Greenwich. It was more fun than Mirage (no I'm not saying this because there's food and coffee and dessert involved at the O2)!

Colourful slinky-costumed women posed and offered to be posed with at the entrance. They stuck around for 15-20 minutes then left. Actually, that's the pattern of the performances. Between intervals of 30 minutes or so, some other performers would come out and pose and be posed with. Quite refreshing.

These silver jurassic birds with weird honking noises coming out of loudspeakers placed on their asses (ok ok, back of their thighs) and Marilyn Manson were my favourite.

Lunch! Mmmm! Damn I miss my Sakae Sushi's kakiage and Sagano's beef teppanyaki. But sushi here in London ain't half bad. (in retrospect, I guess that's exactly what real Japanese people would say when eating sushi in Malaysia maybe, hehe)

Giant seafood inflatables! Good thing they cordon off the Lobster Opening Oyster To Release Pearl show area. Rambunctious kids bouncing on the open oyster would further confuse the lobster, who's slow and retarded-looking (grab the damn pearl already! why release it when you don't want to grab it? i cannot live not understanding the logic!)...

Luckily my brains were saved from further messing by a good steaming cup of latte and chocolate marshmallow brownie (wah so sweet my teeth can fall off). I thought Baskin's Rocky Road isn't so sweet. Hmmm.

Next stop: London Bridge and the obligatory photo evidence. Nevermind it's raining cats and dogs and I was freezing cold. I actually had an umbrella in my bag but didn't want to use it because I didn't know where to keep a wet umbrella when I'm done using it. Yes, you may beat my head with it.

At times like these it's probably apt to play London Bridge Is Falling Down at half the normal tempo with er-hu accompaniment. Only the falling down would be done by the Ogress not the bridge. See how grey everything is? Welcome to the everyday London.

Next stop: Camden. The market's closed, the lock's deserted, the shops on the main street are mostly closed. Unbelievable right, at 8pm or so on a Sunday. Supermarkets close at 4 or 5pm on Sundays, even. Culture clash kao-kao. No syok at all.

Did manage to take quite a nice picture at Camden Lock though. Nevermind it's got no lock-action. (and no, it's Lock not Loch) Nevermind there're many people whispering and whistling to sell you illegal stuff as you walk past. Had to make many detours walking back to the tube station!

Finally, wet and tired, dinner! Don't tell my current boss that I'm eating from a competitor! They make really good curry and beef kuey-teow (kuey-teow only available to Malaysians by request) though, albeit being a tad too pricey. And no, I don't eat naked. It's just the angle ok!