Mama was calling a cab for my departure to Cairo airport that evening and Anne was busy surfing.
Just after that she tried the galabiyya that we bought yesterday at Khan El Khalily. She bought specially for my mom. I have told her that her size will fit my mom so she tried it to check whether the size is ok. Just in case it doesnt fit we may change for another suitable size.
This will be the last video in egypt. That evening before my departure we went to a farewell party organized by Katja and Yvonne because they will move from Cairo.
Everything went perfect. Mama was happy introducing her son to the hostesses (as she was cheerily pointing me as 'part german,part chinese'). It was nice to be immersed in a total german atmosphere where everybody speaks German- though I could not join them in their native language I really enjoy listening to them. My german was not good so I have to speak english with Katja and the other guests. Sometime mama will translate everything for me.
Katja was a very determined lady and she had been in Liverpool for Erasmus program.
I also spoke to 2 lads where they spoke about their adventures going back to Germany from Cairo just by using land route!!
Katja owned a guitar and mama just happened to notice it and asked me to play along. It was an impromptu performance. I delivered 2 of my staples Beatles songs - I Will and Blackbird. I was lucky because i remembered all the lyrics and no noticeable f.ed up. Pheww..
It was a really great evening and great pasta they had. The only downside was the battery of my camera :(
We had to leave before the party was over because I need to catch my flight.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
I dont know why everyone keep smiling at me today. I used to smile at strangers but today is amazingly different. Not a single person passed me by would just pass and move on without smiling. So maybe i forgot to unzip my fly..opps but i looked down and it was neatly zipped. No holes.
So what going on?
Maybe i need to leave the prejudice behind. It is going to be my lucky day..as always ;)
Saturday, March 21, 2009
hari ni aku nak tulis dalam BM sempena merayakan kekalahan Man Utd ke atas Fulham dan selepas dibelasah separa mayat oleh liverpool sebelumnya. heheh
heheh..malam ni aku nak upload video yg masih trperosok lagi dalam laptop aku ni dan x pernah disiarkan dimana mana.
Video ni diamik masa aku tgh sorang kt rumah mama angkat aku kt Kairo tahun lepas. Mama Steffi n Anne terlupa nak kasi aku kunci sebelum pegi skolah n terlock aku kt dalam rumah. Macam mana diorg bleh x sedar aku trtido lagi masa tu.
Aku bgn around kol 9-10 ( tp aku rse aku sembhyg subuh time tu..pstu tido blk hehe)
Siap2 mandi nk kuar jln2 bleh trkunci plk pintu.
Pergh mmg kna tunggu sampai pkol 2 bru diorg balik..
bosan teramat..nasib baik ada laptop. Bleh meluncur luncur.
Lapar teramat...nasib baik ada roti dgn cheese semalam kt dalam fridge. Belasah je la.
tunggu punya tunggu punya tunggu aku dh bosan dan amik video suasana kt luar rumah walaupun sebenarnya aku tade tujuan spesifik..( cuba dengarkan nada2 x keruan yang keluar dari mulut aku semasa mengambil video tersebut)
Wlaubgaimanapun ni bukanlah keadaan Kairo secara keseluruhannya..sebab kairo teramatlah besar..ada certain kawasan macam baru lepas kna bom dgn pesawat pejuang dan ada certain tempat yng memang cool dan lawa.
Tapi...ada hikmah disebalik kejadian terkunci ni....nantikan dalam episod seterusnya...
Friday, March 20, 2009
I think to write a review for this film is a difficult task. Prior to post this I tried to sink deep into Apassionata and Die Sonate Vom Guten Menschen (and tried harder to cry- in which i failed to do so). I did some research on the director/writer and the casts so that I could have some idea on what to write- yet the more i made my research, the more points arose to kick me out as 'critic' for this grandeur piece of work.
This film certainly do not deserve a review from an amateur like me. So I will just write the backbone idea of this film where everything is spawned.
Maxim Gorky's anecdote about Lenin listening to Beethoven's Apassionata. Gorky wrote:
I know of nothing better than the Appassionata and could listen to it every day. What astonishing, superhuman music! It always makes me proud, perhaps naively so, to think that people can work such miracles!" Wrinkling up his eyes, Lenin smiled rather sadly, adding: "But I can't listen to music very often. It affects my nerves. I want to say sweet, silly things and pat the heads of people who, living in a filthy hell, can create such beauty. One can't pat anyone on the head nowadays, they might bite your hand off. They ought to be beaten on the head, beaten mercilessly, although ideally we are against doing any violence to people. Hm—– what a hellishly difficult job!