Little droplets on the spider's web

yesterday is a history which is bound in the past,

often it leads to a future you think might last.

Unfortunately, there are times,

being undefined,

leaps into a whole new page unknown.

ever-changing and never ceasing, the

world is always spinning.

maybe we see too clearly the line

ever shining so brightly

or rather it could be

faint and unassuming

forever seeming amusing

the truth, however may just be that

on the line where we walk so tight

trees trembling in their might

and the line might not be real

lines are imaginary tracks on rail

knowing where the line is as

though knowing where the birds will fly

only be living out the lines of fate

you will know the path to your gate

on to the path where your future waits

understanding usually comes too late.

rough and unkempt this poem may be,

every heart into which it sees,

x-rays which bring forth shouts of glee.

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do
When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were, yeah
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you


I never thought much of that song, until recently.
I still don't have accomodation yet. Funny how the problems seem to mirror each other.

Australia is beautiful beautiful beautiful, even when its cold cold cold. The food is great, the wildlife and plants are fantastic and the scenery! Never thought it would be so amazing, even in winter.

We got stopped by the police the other day. They condemned our car and gave us 10 days to take it off the roads. In these ten days, I intend to travel like crazy and then scrap the car.

I went snorkelling on rottnest island that day as well. In case you didn't know, it is winter here in australia. The temperature that day was 8-16 degrees and there was absolutely no one on the beach. Pansies. I waded along for several hundred meters looking for a place to enter the water. It seems that not all beaches are sandy. Some are rocky and corally, covered with seaweed and suddenly drop off several meters from ankle height to 'you gotta know how to float' height. It took some guts because I wasn't sure if I could pull myself up the rocky shelf later but i jumped in anyway.

Turns out that the sea was not as cold as I imagined. Though, a wetsuit would have helped. I simply hugged myself and swam around and tried not to think of what would happen if I got tangled up in seaweed, or a shark decided that I should be its next meal, or if I got too cold and died of hypothermia. Trust me, these things jump out on you when you are snorkelling alone on an empty beach in the middle of winter on a strange island.

You know they always say that studying abroad teaches you things that you will never learn in

singapore. I could never buy a car for $700 in singapore and try to fix it up myself. I could never cook that many meals, or visit so many cool places; not with the brevity and rush of a tourist, but just taking it day by day and immersing myself in that life, enjoying their ridiculously cheap cleanskin wines.

Its beautiful.