And so my last week in London is over.
I went to visit the area around LSE on Tuesday afternoon.
Looks like a church?
It's the RCJ.
Then LSE Cathsoc had the carolling service on Tuesday night, at St Anselm and Cecelia. It wasn't bad, considering how little we practised. And we only had ourselves as the audience.
The church where we sang.
Miguel, the guy from Opus Dei. Cool dude man.
We adjourned to All Bar One for some drinks / dinner after the event. Here's a shot of the Sarahs, Mandy and Fr Iain. Sarah in pink looks angry.
Plus myself. This time Sarah looks dazed.
Myself, Amanda, and some people from KCL Cathsoc. I'm evidently lousy at remembering names.
Some mates and myself went to catch the Producers on Thursday evening. It was a splendid musical, more of the light-hearted funny sort than Phantom or Les Mis. Which is why I enjoyed it. I think Les Mis or Phantom would put me to sleep. In addition, it was 12quid 50 tickets for balcony seats, but we were upgraded (pardon the pun) to higher seats, where the view was clearer. It was because the upper circle was quite empty.
Theatre Royal where the show was.
The Chandaliers are Classic.
Chih Chwen, the hunky guy.
Group photo after the show: Helena (is that how you spell her name?), Yan Neng, Myself, Chih Chwen and Mervyn
A shot from the hall party on Thursday when I returned from the musical. Pity the booze had run out, and it was almost over.
My first experience as a volunteer was on Friday afternoon, at the Passage. It was basically a place serving food to the homeless / poor people. The lunch that day was hearty: Roast chicken drumstick with potatoes and veggies. It was, though, a rather eye-opening experience. As my role for the day was to clear the cutlery of those who had finished, I got to see how bad poverty in London was. People were taking unfinished food from other peoples plates and stuffing it in their mouths. Others just took leftovers, wrapped them in newspapers and stuffed in in their bags, presumably for dinner.
Alright, I have never built a house / school in a dirt-poor country before, but this is a developed, modernized city we're talking about here. The poverty on the streets, while not extreme, is still somewhat appaling. I guess it's experiences like these which suddenly jolt us into appreciation of the luxuries that we enjoy.
That night, I attended the Newman House dinner. It was a fantastic way to round of the end-of-term celebrations.
The plain dining hall was, on that night, transformed to some formal restaurant.
We had our Christmas Crackers. Upon cracking them, we took out the goodies and had our own crowns.
The main course: Roast Turkey, Hash browns, Bacon-wrapped chipolates and veggies. Mmm...delectable.
The 4 of us: Myself, Ian Tan, Terri and Philibert. The girl in the background looks like Sophie Ellis Baxtor.
Sarah, from LSE.
Jess, the Kings Cathsoc President.
Alright, this is where the red wine set in, and I started taking photos with people I didn't really know. The guy on my left is Daniel. He was obviously gone when he said "What do you get when you mix a crap red wine and a crap white wine? A crap rose wine.".
More random people.
John, the Altar Server from Nigeria. He was somewhat gone too, but still a nice chap.
The star of the show: Fr Peter Wilson, Senior Chaplain of Newman House.
The Sophie Ellis Baxtor lookalike.
We took some photos at UCL too. The Quad (as it's called) was decorated.
The Christmas tree really stands out.
And here, something else on the statue stands out as well: The Blue Ribbon on his neck! Now what were you thinking...
Well, this term has been a good learning experience for me. It did not start out too well, with all the catching up, loneliness, missing of 2 weeks due to NS and stuff. However, as time progressed, I feel that I have become happier, gotten more used to the place, and made more friends. Sadly, I doubt the next term would be as fun as this, but still I'm looking forward to greater things ahead!
Till then, have a good Christmas and New Year. See you in 2007. Cheers!
I went to visit the area around LSE on Tuesday afternoon.
Looks like a church?
It's the RCJ.
Then LSE Cathsoc had the carolling service on Tuesday night, at St Anselm and Cecelia. It wasn't bad, considering how little we practised. And we only had ourselves as the audience.
The church where we sang.
Miguel, the guy from Opus Dei. Cool dude man.
We adjourned to All Bar One for some drinks / dinner after the event. Here's a shot of the Sarahs, Mandy and Fr Iain. Sarah in pink looks angry.
Plus myself. This time Sarah looks dazed.
Myself, Amanda, and some people from KCL Cathsoc. I'm evidently lousy at remembering names.
Some mates and myself went to catch the Producers on Thursday evening. It was a splendid musical, more of the light-hearted funny sort than Phantom or Les Mis. Which is why I enjoyed it. I think Les Mis or Phantom would put me to sleep. In addition, it was 12quid 50 tickets for balcony seats, but we were upgraded (pardon the pun) to higher seats, where the view was clearer. It was because the upper circle was quite empty.
Theatre Royal where the show was.
The Chandaliers are Classic.
Chih Chwen, the hunky guy.
Group photo after the show: Helena (is that how you spell her name?), Yan Neng, Myself, Chih Chwen and Mervyn
A shot from the hall party on Thursday when I returned from the musical. Pity the booze had run out, and it was almost over.
My first experience as a volunteer was on Friday afternoon, at the Passage. It was basically a place serving food to the homeless / poor people. The lunch that day was hearty: Roast chicken drumstick with potatoes and veggies. It was, though, a rather eye-opening experience. As my role for the day was to clear the cutlery of those who had finished, I got to see how bad poverty in London was. People were taking unfinished food from other peoples plates and stuffing it in their mouths. Others just took leftovers, wrapped them in newspapers and stuffed in in their bags, presumably for dinner.
Alright, I have never built a house / school in a dirt-poor country before, but this is a developed, modernized city we're talking about here. The poverty on the streets, while not extreme, is still somewhat appaling. I guess it's experiences like these which suddenly jolt us into appreciation of the luxuries that we enjoy.
That night, I attended the Newman House dinner. It was a fantastic way to round of the end-of-term celebrations.
The plain dining hall was, on that night, transformed to some formal restaurant.
We had our Christmas Crackers. Upon cracking them, we took out the goodies and had our own crowns.
The main course: Roast Turkey, Hash browns, Bacon-wrapped chipolates and veggies. Mmm...delectable.
The 4 of us: Myself, Ian Tan, Terri and Philibert. The girl in the background looks like Sophie Ellis Baxtor.
Sarah, from LSE.
Jess, the Kings Cathsoc President.
Alright, this is where the red wine set in, and I started taking photos with people I didn't really know. The guy on my left is Daniel. He was obviously gone when he said "What do you get when you mix a crap red wine and a crap white wine? A crap rose wine.".
More random people.
John, the Altar Server from Nigeria. He was somewhat gone too, but still a nice chap.
The star of the show: Fr Peter Wilson, Senior Chaplain of Newman House.
The Sophie Ellis Baxtor lookalike.
We took some photos at UCL too. The Quad (as it's called) was decorated.
The Christmas tree really stands out.
And here, something else on the statue stands out as well: The Blue Ribbon on his neck! Now what were you thinking...
Well, this term has been a good learning experience for me. It did not start out too well, with all the catching up, loneliness, missing of 2 weeks due to NS and stuff. However, as time progressed, I feel that I have become happier, gotten more used to the place, and made more friends. Sadly, I doubt the next term would be as fun as this, but still I'm looking forward to greater things ahead!
Till then, have a good Christmas and New Year. See you in 2007. Cheers!
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