I am solitary by choice, not circumstances.
I have friends, I'm not lonely.
I have love, I do have a heart.
I can be cold, I am made to be stronger than most.
I can be quiet, I was born to be the only child.
I can be funny and loud, I was taught to always have fun.
I can be anything I want to be. Only because I can.
Hana
Mr. Udders
Maya's Baked Goodies
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Edited by Yours Truly.
Blog Title is E.B. White's famous words, rephrased.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
2009.
happy new year in advance to all back home. i won't be there but i'll be home soon. 2008 has been a very blessed year for me, any downfall was followed by endless joys so i have nothing to complain, at all. i'll be bringing in the new year in amsterdam with the 3 boys, a final grandslam to what has been a magical, adventurous and needless to say, mind- blowing month for me. much love to everyone, especially the mum. have an amazing new year's eve, and see all of you guys next year. :)
Sunday, December 28, 2008
ew.
okay i wasn't planning on using the internet tonight. i just arrived in prague, which isn't as cold as i thought it would be. which is good and bad: i don't need to take out my ultimate turbo power jacket but bad cuz its not SNOWING! HOW CAN LIKE THAT EASTERN EUROPE NO SNOW. TRAVESTY.
but that's not the point of this post. the point is i arrived, checked- in and showered. then my room has 3 super quiet people and the silence was literally deafening (you know how when its too quiet your ears start ringing?) so i grabbed my books and made my way down to the lobby where they have nice comfy sofas.
and just as i was having a good time reading the map (don't judge me; the map is pretty funny- made by a local and full of funny tidbits on prague and terrible czech translations), along came a big burly guy. at first i just smiled at him, you know, friendly backpacker and all that jazz. as always in the story of my life, this doesn't end here.
so he greets me the typical 'brazilian' way, with a kiss on the cheek. we exchanged pleasantries and after a while he asked me again what my name was etc and i knew he was drunk. then he started saying how exotic i look (serves me right anyway, this gray eyes lie has to stop soon hahahaha). i politely thanked him and continued staring intently at my map. he went on about how my lips look smooth and how my hands are small bla bla bla. then he said in 'brazil' its a compliment to greet the way he greeted me, and he demo- ed again. two kisses, on each cheek. this time i could distinctly detect a strong smell of beer.
then he asked; "so would you like to try a brazilian..?"
first thing that crossed my mind was; wax?
then i realized what he meant and i laughed. and said no. and that i had a boyfriend. i wanted to add that i am also a muslim and hence prone to extremist tendencies but i decided he was too drunk to understand.
"oh but its only for one night, he doesn't have to know, it could be part of your trip experience..."
DAMN COCK.
then after it seemed obvious it was a flat no, he started with cheesy pick- up lines. i can't remember much but this was the one that got me saying: "i need to use the internet now."
fabiano the 'brazilian': "you know when God made you he was uh... flirting... you know? (no.) he was like... having a relationship with... something beautiful... you know... like... ah! yea... like the sea."
WHAT. THE. FUCK. hahahahahahahahahaha. i went to the reception to get internet access and asked the dude if this 'brazilian' is drunk. he told me he's been at this hostel for a week (he told me he arrived 2 days ago) and is always coming to the reception and asking nonsense. and that the accent is such a giveaway. which is true. he doesn't sound brazilian. but i don't really know what he exactly sounds like either... oh right. a drunk. irish, perhaps?
so that is my very exciting night in prague, and i've only been here for 2 hours! what a city, no? hahaha. can't wait to meet the boys in berlin and regale them my vienna and prague story.
oh vienna story is: their streets are divided in the middle by tram tracks/ green bicycle paths which is all and fine except they name both sides of the streets the same thing and they have the same numbers. so the morning i arrived i went to 9- 11 lerchenfelder gurtel and came face to face with CONNY KABINSEX. i kid you not. as it turned out, of course, the hostel was on the other side of the street. still, it cost me. i called the hostel and got transferred to their main berlin office.
ah well. such is life. :) nights everyone! or is it morning there? whatever. much love!
but that's not the point of this post. the point is i arrived, checked- in and showered. then my room has 3 super quiet people and the silence was literally deafening (you know how when its too quiet your ears start ringing?) so i grabbed my books and made my way down to the lobby where they have nice comfy sofas.
and just as i was having a good time reading the map (don't judge me; the map is pretty funny- made by a local and full of funny tidbits on prague and terrible czech translations), along came a big burly guy. at first i just smiled at him, you know, friendly backpacker and all that jazz. as always in the story of my life, this doesn't end here.
so he greets me the typical 'brazilian' way, with a kiss on the cheek. we exchanged pleasantries and after a while he asked me again what my name was etc and i knew he was drunk. then he started saying how exotic i look (serves me right anyway, this gray eyes lie has to stop soon hahahaha). i politely thanked him and continued staring intently at my map. he went on about how my lips look smooth and how my hands are small bla bla bla. then he said in 'brazil' its a compliment to greet the way he greeted me, and he demo- ed again. two kisses, on each cheek. this time i could distinctly detect a strong smell of beer.
then he asked; "so would you like to try a brazilian..?"
first thing that crossed my mind was; wax?
then i realized what he meant and i laughed. and said no. and that i had a boyfriend. i wanted to add that i am also a muslim and hence prone to extremist tendencies but i decided he was too drunk to understand.
"oh but its only for one night, he doesn't have to know, it could be part of your trip experience..."
DAMN COCK.
then after it seemed obvious it was a flat no, he started with cheesy pick- up lines. i can't remember much but this was the one that got me saying: "i need to use the internet now."
fabiano the 'brazilian': "you know when God made you he was uh... flirting... you know? (no.) he was like... having a relationship with... something beautiful... you know... like... ah! yea... like the sea."
WHAT. THE. FUCK. hahahahahahahahahaha. i went to the reception to get internet access and asked the dude if this 'brazilian' is drunk. he told me he's been at this hostel for a week (he told me he arrived 2 days ago) and is always coming to the reception and asking nonsense. and that the accent is such a giveaway. which is true. he doesn't sound brazilian. but i don't really know what he exactly sounds like either... oh right. a drunk. irish, perhaps?
so that is my very exciting night in prague, and i've only been here for 2 hours! what a city, no? hahaha. can't wait to meet the boys in berlin and regale them my vienna and prague story.
oh vienna story is: their streets are divided in the middle by tram tracks/ green bicycle paths which is all and fine except they name both sides of the streets the same thing and they have the same numbers. so the morning i arrived i went to 9- 11 lerchenfelder gurtel and came face to face with CONNY KABINSEX. i kid you not. as it turned out, of course, the hostel was on the other side of the street. still, it cost me. i called the hostel and got transferred to their main berlin office.
ah well. such is life. :) nights everyone! or is it morning there? whatever. much love!
Friday, December 26, 2008
when will you realize...
vienna waits for you.
am in beautiful, beautiful vienna. it snowed a little while i walked to the hofburg palace from my hostel, little tiny white dots that scattered in the wind. yesterday night on the train ride from venice to vienna, it snowed. at an abandoned train station, the train stopped and my compartment of 4 brazilians and myself got down from the train. the female conductor was spinning in the snow, and we gleefully joined her. snow got stuck on my eyelashes and one bounced off the tip of my nose.
i am having a wonderful time.
am in beautiful, beautiful vienna. it snowed a little while i walked to the hofburg palace from my hostel, little tiny white dots that scattered in the wind. yesterday night on the train ride from venice to vienna, it snowed. at an abandoned train station, the train stopped and my compartment of 4 brazilians and myself got down from the train. the female conductor was spinning in the snow, and we gleefully joined her. snow got stuck on my eyelashes and one bounced off the tip of my nose.
i am having a wonderful time.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
quickie.
i am safe and sound in fez. everything here is beautiful! not just fez but europe in general has been such an experience; to go from this to NIE/ school/ teaching will suck royally but i will cross that bridge when i get to it. tomorrow i leave fez for milan and there on its pisa, rome, maybe venice, vienna, prague, berlin, amsterdam, then london for my flight back. this time is such a slippery minx; has it really been two weeks? i miss the comforts of home but to wander street after street among people speaking a different tongue altogether has been so amazing. what a world we have here; truly.
Saturday, December 06, 2008
adventures in the big city.
okay that was a macam paham title. actually all i did today was shop! HAHAHA. but i only bought two things okay. shopping here is strangely not fulfilling. which is just as well la. save money for the rest of europe!
so i woke up late, missed the change of guards at buckingham palace (better go this sunday) so went to oxford street instead. walk here walk there the whole day. they have a four? five? i dunno la how many storey topshop on oxford street. IT IS CRAZY. all the women forgot their human pills and its a massacre in there. i'm serious. i didn't buy anything cuz the size of it alone was daunting, what more with the crazies running around inside it.
then it was covent garden where i met gail who's doing postgrad at LSE. walked around a bit then she showed me around her campus. its a small campus but its nice! and we grabbed dinner at the cafe on campus. yum. was gonna walk to holborn to take the train back to russell square but then i realized temple station was nearby too. so i decided to be a bit adventurous and go to the tower bridge instead!
and why is this brave? because it gets dark at 4.30 p.m. here and that meant being at tower bridge in the dark. and as it turned out, in the rain as well. but i told gail i'd leave immediately if the area looks dodgy cuz she said going further up east= dodgy. but all was fine.
THE TOWER BRIDGE IS AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS. seriously its breathtaking. it makes my brooklyn bridge look like a kindergartener painting in comparison. which makes me wonder; why is it kindergarten and not kindergarden? does it have some swedish roots i'm unaware of?
anyway i couldn't help smiling to myself once i was near the tower bridge. i can't help it that thing just leaves you in awe. shall go again in the day and with the boys so that can take proper shots. all my self- shots with me in it has like half a piece of metal that has no resemblance to the tower bridge whatsoever. i have short arms.
i am on a quest for flats because i realized that boots are not exactly the best walking footwear. maybe not for london and its many cobbled streets. or maybe i need thicker socks. either way; shopping is due.
on my way to the internet place i went past this shop and looked around for flats and found A DAMN CUTE GUY INSTEAD. HAHAHAHAHA. damn hot la oh my god cannot take it. super craig david can! come to think of it i had a crush on a craig david- ish person in new york too. i seem to have a thing for the craig davids of the world or something. but seriously; hhhhhhhot. sizzlin'. FO SHO' YO.
so obviously i am going to keep entering that shop everyday till i leave. which doesn't sound as psycho as... it sounds, haha, cuz i am leaving monday morning! TRES SAD. so must spend every waking moment in the shop liao. i kid. but no really, he's damn hot. i shall do the right thing and use my camera phone and sneak a shot of him. haha.
evidently i am in a much better mood. i think its just london. its pretty in some parts, gorgeous in other parts... but generally its just that. it didn't really take my breath away the way new york did. weird, no? maybe the rest of europe would be better for me.
i am still not as trigger happy cuz nothing screams tourist like a digicam in your hand. but sunday is my last day here so i will be doing all the sights and going crazy snapping away, i hope.
oh i must take a picture of my hostel bed. honestly i have somehow created a mini- home out of the tiny space that is my bunk bed. its amazing. i sleep with my books and handbag and jeans and tights and coat and jacket all on the bed with me. and my backpack is right next to the bed. its madness. i could totally make it as a homeless person.
not sure if i'm going to my usual dinner spot since i've already had dinner but maybe i could grab a cup of tea and wind down. i am out at 8 p.m.! in london! hahaha. that's a first. i dunno why but i am so scared of being out late in a foreign city alone. that is something i hope to overcome in time. maybe tomorrow i will be more of a terrer merrer and stay out till 10! HAHA.
okay la i will stop amusing myself via the blog though i secretly think that is my special talent. well not so secret anymore! but that's not the point. the point is i need to pee and i think there are no toilets nearby so i have to go back to my hostel. fortunately it is dark and it is raining so no one will notice if i pee in my pants. :D
much love to all!
so i woke up late, missed the change of guards at buckingham palace (better go this sunday) so went to oxford street instead. walk here walk there the whole day. they have a four? five? i dunno la how many storey topshop on oxford street. IT IS CRAZY. all the women forgot their human pills and its a massacre in there. i'm serious. i didn't buy anything cuz the size of it alone was daunting, what more with the crazies running around inside it.
then it was covent garden where i met gail who's doing postgrad at LSE. walked around a bit then she showed me around her campus. its a small campus but its nice! and we grabbed dinner at the cafe on campus. yum. was gonna walk to holborn to take the train back to russell square but then i realized temple station was nearby too. so i decided to be a bit adventurous and go to the tower bridge instead!
and why is this brave? because it gets dark at 4.30 p.m. here and that meant being at tower bridge in the dark. and as it turned out, in the rain as well. but i told gail i'd leave immediately if the area looks dodgy cuz she said going further up east= dodgy. but all was fine.
THE TOWER BRIDGE IS AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS. seriously its breathtaking. it makes my brooklyn bridge look like a kindergartener painting in comparison. which makes me wonder; why is it kindergarten and not kindergarden? does it have some swedish roots i'm unaware of?
anyway i couldn't help smiling to myself once i was near the tower bridge. i can't help it that thing just leaves you in awe. shall go again in the day and with the boys so that can take proper shots. all my self- shots with me in it has like half a piece of metal that has no resemblance to the tower bridge whatsoever. i have short arms.
i am on a quest for flats because i realized that boots are not exactly the best walking footwear. maybe not for london and its many cobbled streets. or maybe i need thicker socks. either way; shopping is due.
on my way to the internet place i went past this shop and looked around for flats and found A DAMN CUTE GUY INSTEAD. HAHAHAHAHA. damn hot la oh my god cannot take it. super craig david can! come to think of it i had a crush on a craig david- ish person in new york too. i seem to have a thing for the craig davids of the world or something. but seriously; hhhhhhhot. sizzlin'. FO SHO' YO.
so obviously i am going to keep entering that shop everyday till i leave. which doesn't sound as psycho as... it sounds, haha, cuz i am leaving monday morning! TRES SAD. so must spend every waking moment in the shop liao. i kid. but no really, he's damn hot. i shall do the right thing and use my camera phone and sneak a shot of him. haha.
evidently i am in a much better mood. i think its just london. its pretty in some parts, gorgeous in other parts... but generally its just that. it didn't really take my breath away the way new york did. weird, no? maybe the rest of europe would be better for me.
i am still not as trigger happy cuz nothing screams tourist like a digicam in your hand. but sunday is my last day here so i will be doing all the sights and going crazy snapping away, i hope.
oh i must take a picture of my hostel bed. honestly i have somehow created a mini- home out of the tiny space that is my bunk bed. its amazing. i sleep with my books and handbag and jeans and tights and coat and jacket all on the bed with me. and my backpack is right next to the bed. its madness. i could totally make it as a homeless person.
not sure if i'm going to my usual dinner spot since i've already had dinner but maybe i could grab a cup of tea and wind down. i am out at 8 p.m.! in london! hahaha. that's a first. i dunno why but i am so scared of being out late in a foreign city alone. that is something i hope to overcome in time. maybe tomorrow i will be more of a terrer merrer and stay out till 10! HAHA.
okay la i will stop amusing myself via the blog though i secretly think that is my special talent. well not so secret anymore! but that's not the point. the point is i need to pee and i think there are no toilets nearby so i have to go back to my hostel. fortunately it is dark and it is raining so no one will notice if i pee in my pants. :D
much love to all!
Friday, December 05, 2008
2nd night in london!
as you can tell from the !, its been a much better day. met suresh and the bunch, as well as gemma.
had my free breakfast in the hostel before meeting the boys at russell square. brought them to the halal eatery where i had my dinner. then we walked to oxford street where i DID NOT SHOP and suresh got gloves and a beanie.
then i met gemma when the boys went off and in a while we regrouped at st james park. buckingham palace! and umm lots of statues. saw big ben too. and probably westminster abbey and uhh, churches. hahaha. sightseeing la. and lots of camwhoring. st james park is so pretty!
but what is prettier is hyde park! me and gemma went ice- skating for an hour where she fell about a hundred times. it was cold, it was dusky, it was very pretty. then we walked around the park where they were having this 'winter wonderland' shit and it was all pretty and christmassy till gemma had mulled wine and passed out. okay no she didn't but she was a floozy for the rest of the evening. mulled wine on empty stomach= terrible.
and now i am back at the same net cafe i was at yesterday. i like it better than the one at my hostel. its a better PC and all. plus its near my dinner spot. haha. but i think tonight i might grab stuff from the supermarket and eat in instead. am quite exhausted from all that walking! been up since 6.30 a.m. just as well. its only 5.37 p.m. now but its dark already. so days gotta start early, and i'd rather spend my evenings cozy in the common room watching tv or reading.
i feel feverish. crikey. i better get better asap, no time for illnesses! still can't decide if i'm eating at the same spot as last night or dropping by tesco. we shall see. toodles people! i miss home! bah.
had my free breakfast in the hostel before meeting the boys at russell square. brought them to the halal eatery where i had my dinner. then we walked to oxford street where i DID NOT SHOP and suresh got gloves and a beanie.
then i met gemma when the boys went off and in a while we regrouped at st james park. buckingham palace! and umm lots of statues. saw big ben too. and probably westminster abbey and uhh, churches. hahaha. sightseeing la. and lots of camwhoring. st james park is so pretty!
but what is prettier is hyde park! me and gemma went ice- skating for an hour where she fell about a hundred times. it was cold, it was dusky, it was very pretty. then we walked around the park where they were having this 'winter wonderland' shit and it was all pretty and christmassy till gemma had mulled wine and passed out. okay no she didn't but she was a floozy for the rest of the evening. mulled wine on empty stomach= terrible.
and now i am back at the same net cafe i was at yesterday. i like it better than the one at my hostel. its a better PC and all. plus its near my dinner spot. haha. but i think tonight i might grab stuff from the supermarket and eat in instead. am quite exhausted from all that walking! been up since 6.30 a.m. just as well. its only 5.37 p.m. now but its dark already. so days gotta start early, and i'd rather spend my evenings cozy in the common room watching tv or reading.
i feel feverish. crikey. i better get better asap, no time for illnesses! still can't decide if i'm eating at the same spot as last night or dropping by tesco. we shall see. toodles people! i miss home! bah.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
1st night, london.
just had tea and fish&chips. hahaha. in london! i am so queen- ly, no?
i miss liverpool so much that i teared a little when i finally sat on my dorm bed here in russell square. no, the hostel's fine. but after 3 nights in friendly, warm company, being on your own in the city when its FRIGGIN COLD just makes for a rather lonely and forlorn evening. but i'm okay now, especially after my very royal (ish) dinner. haha.
liverpool was amazing, in case you can't tell. just a wee bit sad that the lady took a VIDEO of me with the bill shankly statue instead of a picture! WTF! but its okay. i went to the kop. steven gerrard, pepe reina and alonso was at various points, less than 200 metres away from me. i touched gerrard's jersey. as i sat in the bus back to london, my emotions were running so high i couldn't even decide if i wanted to smile or cry. in the end it was bit of both. i truly can die happy now.
speaking of buses! haha. missed my £1 megabus to london cuz we were SIX minutes late. for my ride to london, the bus was 30 minutes late. we couldn't tell if the bus had left or if it was late but we waited for 30 minutes before giving up. in the end we went to national express where i got a bus, albeit for £24.50. i took it.
haqeem was a wonderful host. he even went to penny lane with me, despite him and the other boys of bedford street south telling me countless times that "its just a long long road" and "its a shithole". that's cuz they once lived there, as part of uni accommodations. no one understands my love for beatles! *whines.
in any case, we walked down penny lane to see john lennon's primary school. hahaha. then we walked back up penny lane while LISTENING to beatles' penny lane. awesome for me. haqeem was just mocking me. hahaha. then i went off for my stadium and museum tour. when i was done, i went back to a home- cooked meal. yay!
oh met an argentinian living in spain during the tour. he's a journalist so he had a tour guide who later dropped me off. free ride! was gonna cab it back to qeem's place cuz the weather is seriously crazy and i will die if i took a bus. honest. anyway i didn't text/ call the argentinian to tell him i'm not meeting him for dinner so i shall email him in a bit.
the tour guide was amazing though! he told me all these stories about john lennon and everton and liverpool. dropped me right at the doorstep too. ah, glee.
then today when i arrived in london, i must have looked like a lost sheep (the giant 11kg backpack is a dead giveaway) and this guy working at victoria station sorted me out. he helped me get my oyster card, told me how to get to russell square, where to change trains, which platform etc. he told me i had beautiful eyes (gray contacts HAHAHA) and gave me his number. i feel like a gigolo here. so many strangers phone numbers for fuck!
and yes, if i could sum up living in liverpool with the boys in words: humping, fuck!, fock off!, what the fuuuck, fucking kanina, small but deadly... you get the idea. i miss the boys. i don't think i ever laughed so hard and so much in 3 days before!
okay i shall go on MSN now and see who's awake. its 2 a.m. in singapore now right? okay YC is online. hahaha. and haqeem. that shall do. hello people back home! do facebook me okay! haha.
i miss liverpool so much that i teared a little when i finally sat on my dorm bed here in russell square. no, the hostel's fine. but after 3 nights in friendly, warm company, being on your own in the city when its FRIGGIN COLD just makes for a rather lonely and forlorn evening. but i'm okay now, especially after my very royal (ish) dinner. haha.
liverpool was amazing, in case you can't tell. just a wee bit sad that the lady took a VIDEO of me with the bill shankly statue instead of a picture! WTF! but its okay. i went to the kop. steven gerrard, pepe reina and alonso was at various points, less than 200 metres away from me. i touched gerrard's jersey. as i sat in the bus back to london, my emotions were running so high i couldn't even decide if i wanted to smile or cry. in the end it was bit of both. i truly can die happy now.
speaking of buses! haha. missed my £1 megabus to london cuz we were SIX minutes late. for my ride to london, the bus was 30 minutes late. we couldn't tell if the bus had left or if it was late but we waited for 30 minutes before giving up. in the end we went to national express where i got a bus, albeit for £24.50. i took it.
haqeem was a wonderful host. he even went to penny lane with me, despite him and the other boys of bedford street south telling me countless times that "its just a long long road" and "its a shithole". that's cuz they once lived there, as part of uni accommodations. no one understands my love for beatles! *whines.
in any case, we walked down penny lane to see john lennon's primary school. hahaha. then we walked back up penny lane while LISTENING to beatles' penny lane. awesome for me. haqeem was just mocking me. hahaha. then i went off for my stadium and museum tour. when i was done, i went back to a home- cooked meal. yay!
oh met an argentinian living in spain during the tour. he's a journalist so he had a tour guide who later dropped me off. free ride! was gonna cab it back to qeem's place cuz the weather is seriously crazy and i will die if i took a bus. honest. anyway i didn't text/ call the argentinian to tell him i'm not meeting him for dinner so i shall email him in a bit.
the tour guide was amazing though! he told me all these stories about john lennon and everton and liverpool. dropped me right at the doorstep too. ah, glee.
then today when i arrived in london, i must have looked like a lost sheep (the giant 11kg backpack is a dead giveaway) and this guy working at victoria station sorted me out. he helped me get my oyster card, told me how to get to russell square, where to change trains, which platform etc. he told me i had beautiful eyes (gray contacts HAHAHA) and gave me his number. i feel like a gigolo here. so many strangers phone numbers for fuck!
and yes, if i could sum up living in liverpool with the boys in words: humping, fuck!, fock off!, what the fuuuck, fucking kanina, small but deadly... you get the idea. i miss the boys. i don't think i ever laughed so hard and so much in 3 days before!
okay i shall go on MSN now and see who's awake. its 2 a.m. in singapore now right? okay YC is online. hahaha. and haqeem. that shall do. hello people back home! do facebook me okay! haha.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
liverpool.
beatles plus anfield. i could truly live here.
haqeem has kindly put me up at his place for the past two days. his friends are hilarious, the food is good, liverpool drew west ham, i went to the beatles museum. its all good. i've yet to go trigger- happy though. maybe in time.
i have however, miraculous spent 300 pounds. don't ask me how. this money! its just disappears! i have new zara boots though, if that explains much. and i shopped at the beatles store as well as LFC. okay so maybe not so surprising after all. ah well.
off to penny lane and strawberry fields, before going back to anfield for stadium and museum tour. then its back here for my last night in liverpool/ haqeem's bed. i think its gonna be the most comfy bed i'll have for this whole trip. haha.
hello and much love to all back home!
haqeem has kindly put me up at his place for the past two days. his friends are hilarious, the food is good, liverpool drew west ham, i went to the beatles museum. its all good. i've yet to go trigger- happy though. maybe in time.
i have however, miraculous spent 300 pounds. don't ask me how. this money! its just disappears! i have new zara boots though, if that explains much. and i shopped at the beatles store as well as LFC. okay so maybe not so surprising after all. ah well.
off to penny lane and strawberry fields, before going back to anfield for stadium and museum tour. then its back here for my last night in liverpool/ haqeem's bed. i think its gonna be the most comfy bed i'll have for this whole trip. haha.
hello and much love to all back home!