Pictures : Top left (Room with a view). I'm facing east, and overlooking some Corporation of London Housing (You don't want to know how well-endowed the Corporation of London is), but basically it's a low cost housing area.

Top right is my desk. Messy already?

There's also Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, they're showing the Tempest now, �5 for standing seats.

Middle right, Millenium bridge in the foreground, Blackfriars bridge in the background. The Millenium bridge looks nice, but it's basically some steel girders done up very nicely. If you like walking the long and narrow, it's a good bridge for you, but I'd rather cross Blackfriars bridge because it's wider and closer to my school. It's also the bridge where the double decker bus went mad in the movie version of harry potter.

bottom left is my room. the sheets are a tribute to john lennon
"limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns..."
i'll always be wrapped in love=)

visiting the school today, will post more pictures too! did miss out quite a bit, when we went out for dinner we would come across st paul's, tower bridge, etc but i was just going out to grab a bite and forgot my camera. london is so unbelievably romantic, you grab a sandwich from anywhere, the streets empty out at night to give way to amber street lighting with aureoles of light on the floor, everything's brick and the streets are worn and narrow. there are benches everywhere to sit down and take it all in with someone by your side. spent a lot of time trying to decipher which nation people were from as they passed, and insa told me a lot about germany, ska music and her hot twin sister studying medicine.

If you have time do listen to this song, I'm listening to the Sinead O Connor version, the bald girl who said something about the pope before. but it's a popular folk song so you can find many versions.

"Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market
kicking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you'd see no pride, hand held loosely by his side
yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London
dirt in her hair, and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home, in two carrier bags

So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind

In the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven
same old man sitting there, on his own
Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup
Each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old man outside the Seamens mission
memory fathing, with the medalreabbons that he weares
In our winter city, the rain cryes little pitty,
For one more forgoten hero, and a world that doesn�t care

So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you that the sun doesn't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind "