Ahh, so easy to say, so hard to do... Sigh...
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Home
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
I've got to go home
Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home
-- Michael Bublé
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
I've got to go home
Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home
-- Michael Bublé
Monday, June 08, 2009
A little piece of home
I've had a fanstatic few days last week. A good friend from Singapore visited. He's been a nice comfort, someone from home I could speak with (in Singlish, no less), hear from and see. haha. I'm now feeling better (emotionally).
But the (old) body couldn't keep up with the couple of days of late-night chats (which were, by the way, still good) and the waking up early, so after a lovely can't-be-any-better day-trip last Monday with my church friends to a beautiful island in the Bodensee, I fell a bit ill, warm and headache-y.
On Tuesday after almost a whole half-day of sleeping (albeit a bit fitfully) I got better. And sweet him had insisted I stay home and rest and went out on his own to see a castle not too far from Tuebingen, Burg Hohenzollern. I felt bad to have left him alone and was worried whether he could find his way around. In the morning, I'd packed some sandwiches for him, filled a bottle of water and made him a quick breakfast this morning (man, I feel like a mother... haha. no wonder he calls me 'da jie'). In the end, he found his way back and I was relieved to see him cos' he got back later than I'd expected him to.
A good friend and I (me being the assistant since we've been making European or German-ish food) have been making dinner for him (first night: Maultaschen, 2nd: Käsespätzle and last night: home-made pizza) and he was the official dishwasher. hee. Tuesday evening, we had a little grill with some German friends near our building where he was able to drink more beer and fill up on the sausages which are so expensive at home.
He'd got along really well with my good friends which is really nice.
On his last day here, Wed, we had a relaxing walk through the forest to Bebenhausen, a small neighbouring town with an old Monastry. I brought him to the farms but unfortunately they weren't selling their milk in the morning during the week so he didn't get to try farm-fresh milk. But we saw fields and fields of crops with signs indicating what grains they were growing in each. There were horses grazing, cows and the unforgettable smell of manure. hee. Our chats were animated, funny, (as he is) and simply enjoyable. ^_^
He warned me not to show this pic to anyone but it's too cute not to share it! :p (Ah, realised one can't actually see what he's doing in the photo. He's trying to blow the seeds of a dandelion.)
After some frantic last minute gift-shopping on that last day, we had an early dinner back at my place of pan-fried pork chops with a red wine sauce and homemade mashed potatoes, and from the way he devoured the meal and his exclamations of 'delicious!!', I think our 'last supper' together was a good one. :) Then after some coffee and yummy German cakes, we met up with my friends from church at the Neckarmüller for his last beer. And with a couple of minutes to spare, we raced to the bus station to catch his bus to the airport.
Ah, I miss his big warm infectious laughter and our chats. :)
But the (old) body couldn't keep up with the couple of days of late-night chats (which were, by the way, still good) and the waking up early, so after a lovely can't-be-any-better day-trip last Monday with my church friends to a beautiful island in the Bodensee, I fell a bit ill, warm and headache-y.
On Tuesday after almost a whole half-day of sleeping (albeit a bit fitfully) I got better. And sweet him had insisted I stay home and rest and went out on his own to see a castle not too far from Tuebingen, Burg Hohenzollern. I felt bad to have left him alone and was worried whether he could find his way around. In the morning, I'd packed some sandwiches for him, filled a bottle of water and made him a quick breakfast this morning (man, I feel like a mother... haha. no wonder he calls me 'da jie'). In the end, he found his way back and I was relieved to see him cos' he got back later than I'd expected him to.
A good friend and I (me being the assistant since we've been making European or German-ish food) have been making dinner for him (first night: Maultaschen, 2nd: Käsespätzle and last night: home-made pizza) and he was the official dishwasher. hee. Tuesday evening, we had a little grill with some German friends near our building where he was able to drink more beer and fill up on the sausages which are so expensive at home.
He'd got along really well with my good friends which is really nice.
On his last day here, Wed, we had a relaxing walk through the forest to Bebenhausen, a small neighbouring town with an old Monastry. I brought him to the farms but unfortunately they weren't selling their milk in the morning during the week so he didn't get to try farm-fresh milk. But we saw fields and fields of crops with signs indicating what grains they were growing in each. There were horses grazing, cows and the unforgettable smell of manure. hee. Our chats were animated, funny, (as he is) and simply enjoyable. ^_^
He warned me not to show this pic to anyone but it's too cute not to share it! :p (Ah, realised one can't actually see what he's doing in the photo. He's trying to blow the seeds of a dandelion.)
After some frantic last minute gift-shopping on that last day, we had an early dinner back at my place of pan-fried pork chops with a red wine sauce and homemade mashed potatoes, and from the way he devoured the meal and his exclamations of 'delicious!!', I think our 'last supper' together was a good one. :) Then after some coffee and yummy German cakes, we met up with my friends from church at the Neckarmüller for his last beer. And with a couple of minutes to spare, we raced to the bus station to catch his bus to the airport.
Ah, I miss his big warm infectious laughter and our chats. :)
