Part 1

That flight attended was crazily making me uneasy in my seat. If 'moves' is a way of the seducer, then she has puh-lenty of that. Her voice is strangely sexy. Sandpaper-like, but very smooth in between her ifs and buts, pardons and thank yous, and the occasional how are yous and more thank yous. Her name is Ridhani. And this is yours truly, wishing to himself that she'll be on the return flight on the 6th.


It's only my second coming to the land of the Queen, but it felt as if it's another trip to some island off the shores of Kedah. A vacation of this calibre deserves a slightly meticulate, beforehand planning and packing, but I only pulled the whole deal off on the 11th hour. Barely. Perhaps Ibu was right, "this feels like balik kampung!". Hung out with the gang (read: Mimi, Bono, Alia and Azhar) the night before and it was the best 'bonding session' thus far despite the upset of a full-house William's. It's pleasing to know that my momentary absence is setting foot on bright-lit staircases.

We hit Heathrow at approximately 1800hours local time. Strange is how I hoped that we landed in KLIA. Homesick much? I must be out of my mind. It's a chilling 16 degrees outside but already I'm breaking sweat from all the walking from the gate to the exit; a feature of the busy airport that I found so not appealing. Immigration was nothing short of uneasy. We're lucky we didn't have to go through what our neighbours on the right and left counter went through. If we were being questioned, they were being scrutinately interrogated. It's a bitch, really. After checking in into the apartment, all 8 of us strolled to Sommerfield for groceries. Had dinner, watched a Big Brother update, and called it a night around 11.

The apartment isn't like how we left it 2 years ago. Gone are the carpets, making way for the wooden panel flooring, the switch between the dining area and the living room is not something that is well greeted by Ibu since the adjacent kitchen door is useless and the sofas are now very Ikea-ish. Even the bathroom went through the refurbishing phase giving a serene look to the whole set-up. Oxford Street's getting busier by the second. Whatmore since today's Bank Holiday Monday. Yes, the English summer is just around the bend but most of the ladies decided to embrace its cometh a lil' bit sooner. I'm getting like, 80-120 fixtures of cleavage per day. With today being a personal coldest day at 12 degrees, they must be starking mad. Crazysexycool.

The city's chilling madness is toned down a notch or two by HMV's brilliant, scorchingly tempting offer. You can mix & match any 3 from truckloads of selected CDs and DVDs for 18 quids! Bloody brilliant aye? Sadly, I lost my libido for CD hunting as soon as I set foot in the store. So for those of you who's willing to fork out RM126 for all Sigur Ros' releases (except for Ba Ba Ti Ki Di Do, remixes and B-sides) let me know instantly coz' the offer's good for a limited period only. I'm still cracking my head for souvenirs. I've found only one for someone so far. There's like, 8 others. Maybe Hamley's can save me the worry but I'm too lazy to walk all the way to Regent Street. Especially in this wheather.

Ibu's planning to pay a visit to Madamme Tussaud's tomorrow with Mik and Chu. Me and the sibs might headover to Camden Town for t-shirts and also commence 'Operation Pimo Invasion' around the city. Hopefully I won't get arrested for this.

This is Part 1 of, something. There may be a Part 2 or maybe not.

Have a nice day.