Part 2

Hmm.

I'm beginninig to think that this second visit to London is very much; a sophomore slump. Don't get me wrong, I like it here. But from a tourist point of view, it is far from an ideal vacation. Not that it bothers me much, but the looming, dreaded Londoner vibe sorta grows on you overtime. I remember stumbling upon a quote by George Michael saying how he can't stand breathing in London's air let alone living here. It's beginning to make sense now.

Despite all the fabulous options this city offer, when it comes down to a point, everything is really very 'routine-ic'. Let's take the telly programs for example. All the programs are scheduled with military-like precision. Instead of "11:30 p.m." or 12:00 p.m.", it's always "11:23 p.m." and "12:05 p.m.". Yeah, they're anal like that but what in the name of god is that!? Madness I tell you, madness. And speaking of the telly, the only 2 things that are worth your potato-couch hours are the news (read: John Prescott's "amusing" misdemeanors) and this island of a nation's reality show phenom, Big Brother. Well, okay the gameshows are alright. Brainteaser's a fun brain excercise but what's with the X Factor show? It proves even more that these Englishs (?) are snobs by their birth rights.

All the humane aspects aside, this is a lovely place. The perfect place for expression if not for good first impressions. Every nook and crook gleams with childish enthusiasm, prompting you to burst along with the chilly gust of wind that often hits you in the face.

My days here are numbered, and the curtains are drawing near.

So, would I think of coming here again? After all that's been said?

Yes & yes. I'm anal like that.

Hmm.