Melancholy

Sometimes...

I want to go after what I love without caring about ANYTHING in this world.

Love me when you see me.

Hold me in your arms.

When I'm not around, love other people.

It's okay.

A little love wouldn't hurt anybody.

Cold Water - Damien Rice

Such a wonderful song...

Stories of people I met while travelling I

Zurich, Switzerland

I was dining in an open restuarant when this man came over and borrowed a cigarette from me. He told me he wasn't feeling good because he didn't smoke for over an hour. I gave it to him.

He was 59. He told me his ex-wife, whom he divorced some 20 years ago, was dying, hence he was feeling really sad today. He shares 4 kids with her. She has a brain tumor and they found out too late. He wanted to get drunk but no matter how much he drinks, he never ever gets drunk.

He writes stories and poems in both German and English and gets them published in newspapers and stuff. He can speak 6 languages.

He wrote me a poem. This is how it goes.

A sandcorn will rise from the beach - one at a time.
The sandcorn is you - like a diamond!
What does a diamond do in our world?
Only to bring beauty, only to shine and give love.
The sandcorn is part of the windows of our hearts.
High airs carry birds and the sandcorn flies along.
When the sandcorn falls, it hits your heart.

And then we parted ways.

Along the streets of Munich...

...They were playing the wonderful classic Canon In D.

i would like to sleep in my messy hair

lying on my bed,

listening to some old songs that bring back special memories ...

slowly, slowly

i drift into sleep ...

my soul is going to wander around the world ...

baby baby, come and hold me,

let's fall asleep together ...

Munich, Germany

这是我第三次到Munich去。 开始感到厌倦但真的没办法。。。

在那里的二十一个小时，我生病了。

和同事一起去吃晚餐后，就回房，从下午睡到隔天早上。

可能因为生病的关系，最近做工作到真的很累，很讨厌。。。

不希望开始有这样的想法。。。

因为如果这样会很辛苦。

希望一切会变得好一点。



最近有了很多复杂的想法。

有一种想离开的念头。。。

但不知道回去后到底可以做什么。。。

我有点担心。

很开心在这里有遇到很好的朋友。。。

但真正可以说心里话的并不是很多。

可能只有一个吧。



有时候真的希望你是一个好人。

不会玩无聊的游戏，

可以真正和我聊天的一个人。

看起来你不是。。。

对我来说也没什么。。。

最多和你说再见 而已。



不是吗？


我开始适应一个人的生活。。。

就算回到没有人的房间也不会感到寂寞。。。

有时候我即使希望没有人会来找我。

把门锁上。。。

谁说我们一旦是朋友，我就得应该告诉你我生命里的一切？

我从来都不喜欢这样。




我要去睡觉了。。。 Bye

Living on my own

Apart from having to do housechores,

there's is no watchful eye;

just absolute freedom.


I could get used to this.

These streets by Paulo Nutini

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Cross the border,
Into the big bad world
Where it takes you 'bout an hour
Just to cross the road
Just to stumble across another poor old soul from
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes
And it's harder than you think
To believe this sadness
That creeps up my spine
And haunts me through the night
And life is good and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I'm wondering 'round
With a half pack of cigarettes
Searching for the change that I've lost somehow

These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know

Where'd the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all
Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from
Walking by a high-rise to a landmark square
You see millions of people with millions of cares
And I struggle to the train to make my way home
I look at the people as they sit there alone

Life is good, and the sun is shining
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them
Trying to pretend that they've got some space

These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know

These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know

Life is good, and the girls are gorgeous
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I'm wondering 'round
With a half pack of cigarettes
Searching for the change that I've lost somehow

These streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know

Casablanca, Morocco

I LOVE CASABLANCA.

It has something to do with the weather. A combination of the sun and cool wind blowing on your face. There were so many perfect scenes that I would LOVE to take a photo of, but the people looked too fierce so I didn't want to risk it.

I went with wonderful crew. We had the greatest donut ever lived, bought my first fridge magnet, a new 'african' looking wallet and a 'I love Casablanca' teeshirt.

After that I drank lots of beer and sat facing the sea of cars driving past... Love it. :D

Halas.

Moscow, Russia

I have been thinking about the meaning of travelling; what is it exactly? Does it involve taking a lot of photos and leaving yourself a bunch of memories afterwards, or would it be better to just walk along the streets and experience then and there?

I couldn't find an answer, because I find myself unable to explain what I've experienced when I leave the country without photos as evidence of myself having been there... Yet I never truly enjoy when I am taking photos all the time.

I think I'm a lone traveller. I can't stand it when I travel with other people because I can't truly be myself.

I want to stand by a random street stall and choose the perfect postcard to bring home with me as long as possible.

I want to tear when I see a group of musicians playing Canon In D along the streets without feeling embarrassed.

I want to sit on the steps, do nothing and just observe everyone walking by.

I want to eat the worse local food,

and then take the subway slowly back to the hotel...

I know everything sounds too idealistic.

I am TOO idealistic.

I need to stop myself and come back to Earth.

I'm addicted to this song after watching the British sitcom 'Coupling'. It's simply hilarious...



Off to play my guitar ♥

i dont miss home anymore. i miss my family and some friends, but other than that... there's nothing left for me in Singapore. i think of all the disappointments my friends had given me... i thought of all i had before i came here: the someone whom i was 'close' with for more than 2 years. u know what, i don't miss u but what i hate about it is that we never got to say a proper goodbye... well i tried to say it, but i never got one back.

human relationships are so complex. how can 2 people be so close one second, and not know anything about each other the next? i used to ask people around me this question, but now i got the answer.

it is just how it is.

i think it is hard for me to get close to anyone again. i feel like part of me disappeared in the period of time we were together. i do not know who i really am... i FORGOT who i really am.

and now im looking for myself again.

im glad to get my freedom, independence and individualism back!

im going to Moscow tomorrow and i should sleep... instead i wanna stay awake all night talking rubbish. LOL.

i should take more photos. but not too many. i want the out of body experience when i am stepping on the soil of another country. ♥

i miss kohi-chan