Monthly Archives: September 2008

Wir lieben Bier.

And so I downed 1.5 litre of beer at the Volksfest in Bad Cannstatt yesterday and woke up with a extremely bad hangover. It was madness; one litre of beer and half a chicken with a piece of bread cost only 10,80 Euros. How could one resist that? None of us could.

I was really glad to see familiar faces of kian and fang too. Afterall, I’ve been in Europe for almost three weeks on my own. It was like good old Stuttgart last year: beer, bridge and becoming half-gone. I think I looked rather deliriously happy after finishing the beer. I don’t know how many hours we spent drinking, but by the time we left the beer place, it was already dark.

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Even in the state of being half-gone and tipsy from the beer, I still thought of a particular man back in Singapore, the man whom I miss and love so much. Yes, Mr Baby Chan, that man is you.

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For Baby.

Baby, this is for you. I made this trip especially for you and here you go, the one and only Ducati museum and factory in the world. These are some of your favourites. ❤

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I’ve more but I hope you like these nonetheless. I love you, Baby. (:

Ciao, Italia.

I’ve completed my first solo backpacking trip in Italia, unscathed except for a few blisters and cuts. The train from Milan back to Stuttgart took almost ten hours, but it was all worthwhile when the train traveled through one of the most scenic routes I’ve seen in my entire life—the Swiss Alps. It sent my jaws dropping, my heart reverberating and my eyes dilating. Okay, this is an exaggeration but I really felt like the entire train journey was worth it.

I’m extremely drained and exhausted. I haven’t been sleeping well or much, for that matter. I’ll just leave you with a few photos first.

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Hello, is there anyone out there who can feel my ache and yearn?

Hello, anyone?

I’m in a lot of pain. Sick and alone, worsened by a heart that is broken.

Gosh, why did I even want to do this alone back then? I can’t anymore.

I miss home. I miss my comfort zone. I miss you. I need you. I pine for you.

I’m in pain.

Sleepless in Stuttgart.

It’s 337 am here in Stuttgart and 1037 am back home. It’s barely been two days and I feel like I can’t do this for 4 months.

My heart is laden with pain and yearn, wishing I hadn’t decided to embark on this.

I miss you baby. It breaks my heart cos I can’t be there for you, to hold you like always, to tell you that everything would be fine again.

But take heart, this separation is temporary. You know I’ll come back to you and we’ll be much stronger after that.

Take heart, my dearest love.

Oh babe, I hate to go.

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Close your eyes and I’ll be on my way

6 more hours.

And from the ballroom floor we are a celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all will sleep well, sleep well
Sleep well, sleep well, sleep well