Damien Rice

There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It’s still a little hard to say what's going on

There’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness
There’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can´t say what´s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

There’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
There’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can´t see what´s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to cry
So come on courage, teach me to be shy
'Cause its not hard to fall,
And I don't want to scare her
Its not hard to fall
And i don't want to lose
Its not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

Alone in this world?

At the end of 4 OFF days, my mood went straight from optimism down to negativity and depression. Thank God my lover Kaveri came back from Zurich to cheer me up. I'm glad to have you here in Doha. I've made up my mind about something, and I know it's just gonna be a matter of time before I put it into action. For now I will perservere no matter how hard it gets... When the day comes when I really couldn't take it anymore; the day I summon enough courage, I will do it.

I still think about you sometimes, not in a romantic way, but just to wonder what had gone wrong. Nobody would understand why I felt that way about you, but I just... did. Was it the distance we unintentionally put in between us that made everything more exciting, but at the same time the thing that ruined everything? We just plunged into nothingness...

Why do I always act like I don't care when I care too much... & when I don't, I could act like I do? It's ironic, but all human beings are ironic, arent they?

I'm lying on my bed in the middle of the desert,
Suddenly, I'm halfway across the globe.
I find myself walking along streets I don't even recognise,
faces I don't recognise,
I'm 39,000 feet above ground...
I'm in bed with this handsome man I know nothing about...
I'm crying out from loneliness,
yet I'm thanking God for everything He's giving me.

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 ...

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.

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

East Coast Park

Today, I went to East Coast Park with Boyfriend.