Dido - Sand in my shoes

Tuesday, March 28. 2006

Two weeks away it feels like the world should've changed
But I'm home now
And things still look the same
I think I'll leave it to tomorrow till unpack
Try to forget for one more night
That I'm back in my flat on the road
Where the cars never stop going through the night
To real life where I can't watch sunset
I don't have time
I don't have time

[Chorus:]
I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you

I shake it all, forget you
Why, why would I want to
I know we said goodbye

Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again

Tomorrow's back to work down to sanitation
should've run back ?? before I left here
Try to Mama show her that I was happy here
Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away

From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To real life where I can't watch sunset
And take my time
Take up our time

[Chorus]


I wanna see you again
Two weeks away, all it takes to change in time around by falling

I walked away and never said that I wanted to see again

[Chorus x2]

I wanna see you again
I wanna see you again

When I came home from Malaysia, I listened to this song quite a few times. At this time it was because of that "holiday topic" that is covered in the lyrics of this song: You return home and you still feel the warmth of the holidays. Listening to this song I felt that warmth. So I attributed quite some good feelings to this song. My friends in BA and my family helped my to feel the warmth of home, after I had returned and the visions of what I had lost softly blurred...

Listening to this song now... gets me almost to hate it. Feelings about "wanderlust " and love are something completely different..

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Asian instant soup

Thursday, March 2. 2006

I’ve already mentioned that I found my passion for some Asian instant soups.. I think I’m going to bother you with some of the different varieties. Today I had a soup with shrimp-flavour. The taste is somehow a little Tom-Yam soup like, since some ingredient cause a lemon-grass like taste. There is also a soft shrimp flavour.

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The Daily Madness

Friday, February 24. 2006

I initially thought the lectures would distract my attention from my rough start into the day, but somehow it doesn't work out. It even gets a little worse atm. Setting my alarm clock to 8:15am didn’t help me to reach the lecture on time: First I didn't get moving before 8:35am, I then had to wake Peter by phone (he had asked me to do this the evening before) and checked my computer for news. Realizing that my GF had a rough night, I at least had to send her a message. Then at 8:40am time already was limited. However, I managed to shower in 5 minutes and hurried for the university. So I arrived at the first lecture a few seconds late, and Prof. Ferstl hat already introduced the first candidate. Now unluckily the batteries in my PDA keyboard were somehow leaking and while typing my fingers are really sticky :-(. Anyway, the good thing is that after a start like this, it can only get better.
At least I will be able to register at the dean’s office for the assessment committee, where I will be the student representative, and I’ll finally visit Mrs. Henninges and sign my assistant contract (for which the work has already been done..).

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Irrecoverable meets do-gooder

Wednesday, February 22. 2006

What happens if above mentioned scenario is happening? Guess one side has to lose. Or both do.. When will I learn, that I can’t heal the world?

Still playing "Revolverheld - Die Welt steht still" soon to be followed by "Michael Jackson - Heal the world".

Edit 9:08pm: Guess the answer is pretty simple. The do-gooder becomes even more irrecoverable.

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Monday, February 20. 2006

We drink to forget the coming storm.

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Thoughts about English and German and…

Wednesday, February 8. 2006

I’m using this Blog to enhance my sensitivity for the English language. Sometimes it works very well, sometimes I’m still producing big mistakes. Luckily there are some friends who help me to recognize those mistakes. So if there are some errors in my writings don’t hesitate to inform me. But that’s not really the point I wanted to lead to. I really like to experiment with the English language. My feeling for it is kind of different to the German language. And being a big music fan, there are often some nice song quotations I can use here. But today I feel that a German text is matching my feelings much better. I want to thank the German Band 2raumwohnung for there song “Wir trafen uns in einem Garten” (We met in a garden), and hope that they forgive me for not only linking to the lyrics of this song, but also for quoting it here:

wir trafen uns in einem garten
musik: i.humpe/ t.eckart
text: i.humpe

wir trafen uns in einem garten
wahrscheinlich unter einem baum
oder war's in einem flugzeug
wohl kaum wohl kaum

es war einfach alles anders
viel zu gut für den moment
wir waren ziemlich durcheinander
und haben uns dann bald getrennt

komm doch mal vorbei mit kuchen
später gehen wir in den zoo
und dann lassen wir uns suchen
übers radio

ich weiß nicht ob du mich verstehst
oder ob du denkst ich spinn
weil ich immer wenn du nicht da bist
ganz schrecklich einsam bin

dann denk ich mal was anderes
als immer nur an dich
denn das viele an dich denken
bekommt mir nicht
am nächsten tag bin ich so müde
ich paß gar nicht auf
und meine freunde finden
ich seh fertig aus

es hat seit tagen nicht geregnet
es hat seit wochen nicht geschneit
der himmel ist so klar
und die straßen sind breit
ist das leben hier ein spielfilm
oder gehts um irgendwas
wir haben jede menge zeit und du sagst
na ich weiß nicht, stimmt das

fahr doch mit mir nach italien
wir verstehen zwar kein wort
aber lieber mal da nichts verstehen
als nur bei uns im ort

dann denk ich mal was anderes
als immer nur an dich
denn das viele an dich denken
bekommt mir nicht
am nächsten tag bin ich so müde
ich paß gar nicht auf
und meine freunde sagen
mann, siehst du fertig aus

alle fenster mit gardinen
ich geh alleine durch die stadt
ich frag mich ob mich jemand liebt
und meine telefonnummer hat

warum immer alle fernsehen
das macht doch dick
ich stell mir vor ich wär ein fuchs
in einem zeichentrick

dann denk ich mal was anderes
als immer nur an dich
denn das viele an dich denken
bekommt mir nicht
am nächsten tag bin ich so müde
ich paß gar nicht auf
und meine freunde finden
ich seh fertig aus

The Goethe institute in Paris did also make a nice game for students learning German. Have a look at it here.

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