Weird Japanese Zoo Drill

I'm taking a break from blogging abt the UK to bring everyone this actual drill by Tokyo Zoo. It is their apparent plan of action in the event a rhino escapes. Either they have no idea what rhinos are like, or they think their plastic nets are impervious to rhino charges.

Check out the music too. It makes the rhino seem a lot more scary and intimidating than what it actually is, two people cantering around in a rhino suit.

They might as well have got a furry Hamtaro mascot to practice the drill with. The effect wouldn't be very different, and Hamtaro is cuter.

West End

West End is really the British equivalent of Broadway. It's where all the musicals come to play, the home of plays with music. Walk along any of the streets here and you're bound to catch a brightly lit billboard or two showcasing a musical. They have bargains here called half price tickets, though for half price you pretty much always get upper circle seats, which are really high up, but you will still be able to watch the musical proper. By the way, half price tickets here go for about 25 pounds. Which is 50 plus SGD.

The musical I watched this week was Avenue Q, and it was freaking hilarious. The best song of the lot was "The Internet is for Porn", hands down. Politically incorrect, refreshingly honest, and delivered with panache, it was a riot from start to end that had the audience laughing so hard they couldn't stop. After the performance, I overheard a conversation between two angmoh ladies at a traffic crossing. Lady 1 went you must watch Avenue Q, it was so funny. I loved the song "The internet is for porn." Lady 2 went "Oh no the internet is for information!" Oh well, as Trekkie Monster would say, "and after that, the internet is for..." Fill in the blanks. Haha.

Anyway here are some pictures I took around West End.

Dom and the Invisible Man. Put some money into his box on the ground and he will invite you over for a picture. Take that box away and you'll see a headless man running after you.

A street entertainer outside Covent Garden. The cool thing about London is they have really talented public entertainers, whether they be buskers, comedians or magicians. Their sense of humour is unrivalled, as is their control of the crowd and handling of comic timing.

I have to admit this was something very disturbing to see. A CCTV-mobile, or a car that goes around taking pictures of people on the streets. At first I thought the car was cute, until I saw that camera attached like a periscope on top of it. Beware, you are being watched.

Trafalgar Square again. Having nothing better to do, I decided to have some fun on Nelson's Column later. Guess which one is Nelson's Column. Clue: Its a column.

Another shot of Trafalgar Square. I experimented with the flash and I got this half lit orangey picture that conveyed the sense of evening's approach although the lighting was originally more similar to the previous picture's.

I had trouble clambering up here at first, because as you can see it is quite high. It is slightly higher than my height off the ground. The army gave me the skills to climb up here, but it certainly didn't prepare me for the fact I had to jump almost 2 metres onto hard concrete to get down from it. If you have a fear of heights, don't climb up here to say hi to Simba.

Alright! I am on Nelson's Column making an absolute ass of myself. Bloody awesome! Refer to the previous pictures to see how high I really am. In both senses of the word.

London is full of these colonial buildings that look like relics from the ancient past. These buildings are really the life and soul of London, and they define the city and make it different from just about every other city in the world. These two buildings featured are at the two ends of Charing Cross Road, one road you have to know if you're in London.

While trying to burn some time before Avenue Q started, I found this little shop selling manga and other anime collectables. It was just another shop till I found...
This. Omg a figurine of Squall Leonhart yo. In freaking London. I used to want a gunblade so so bad, to chop up my enemies with 8 consecutive thwacks and an 18 move finisher that deals 9999 dmg a hit. Die you stupid T-rex. And I can almost hear the song "Eyes on Me" playing already. Sorry I lost myself a little there, but I know one other friend of mine will know exactly what I'm talking about. Yo flen and fellow FFVIII fanatic, if I ever find the PC version of the game here, I'll buy if for you.

Stomp is still showing. I can't believe it.

But then again, so is Les Mis. And you'd better believe it. I must watch this musical. I've wanted to since I was an 11 year old kid and my English teacher introduced me to the song "Little People". I know all the songs by heart now, and it will always be my favourite musical, even though all I've watched of it are videos of old performances. Die also must watch it live.

fucking drunkards rock my world.

Its been a long time since I've been so pissed I just had to post. But this is just damn fucked up. Since I came over to the UK its been great and all, except for this little thing. To make sure I have enough energy to function everyday, I need a good sleep. But try as I might, I never get one because no matter what time I start sleeping, at 1am an army of drunkards return from the bar.

You always know when they are coming because you can hear them from like a mile away. They will be singing, shouting, and doing stupid things like throwing snowballs at people's windows. And the worst thing is, when they reach my flat, they always throw the door open and let it slam into the wall. Like FUCK you bloody wankers don't you know how to open a door? Put hand on handle, turn, and open GENTLY so that door does not kiss wall.

And it doesn't end there. The next thing they will do is go into the kitchen, and since that has a door too, they do their slamming thing again. Then they will attempt to clean up the kitchen, and its futile because they just knock bottles over and break them, and they proceed to laugh like its the funniest thing in the world. I guess everything is funny to you when you're high. But the one sound I hate more than anything is breaking glass because it just gets to you.

It's worst when they hang around and talk. THEY TALK LIKE REALLY LOUDLY, so that I can hear them through my door like it isn't there. It doesn't help that there's a toilet next to my room so I can actually hear drunk guys pissing all over it. Close the toilet door you disgusting arsewipes. And of course they don't aim properly when they piss so I make it a point never to use the toilet closest to my room in the mornings.

I don't really know how to tell them that I can't stand their behaviour any longer because I don't want to be the Asian party pooper. This place has quite a fair share of racist people, and it really makes you aware that you're an Asian and a minority here. It might seem like the easiest thing to do, going up and just telling them that their behaviour is out of line, but if you're small built as compared to the Brits, Asian, and about the only one in the whole hall on top of that, there are OB markers that compel you not to do that because it could mean your next few months are more than a little miserable. I think my flatmates will be reasonable, but I'm not so sure about the others they bring in.

Its 2.25AM already. And they still aren't leaving. One of them just screamed. Oh hell.