Heute mit Diyah, Elom and Migo
Today, Diyah, Elom, Migo and I had lunch in Diyah’s wohnung. Diyah made a real good and tasty Pempek. Ich habe zehn Pempek gegessen. Wirklich, es schmeckt sehr gut!.
It’s been quite a long time, may be a year, that I have not ate such a real good Pempek like that. We also had Nasi goreng, Telur Balado and Empal Balado.
Thanks to Migo who shared us her Zitrone Kuchen, from her Mother in Law. Thanks to Elom who brought yummy chocolates. Thanks to Horst who let his wife invite us to his wohnung. ( In case you’re reading this blog, I want to tell you that eure Hochzeitfoto’s sind sehr schon! )
It was a great idea that we walked around the area after that big lunch. We walked trough some vermieten garden in the neighborhood. Took some interesting pictures in park and had fun together.
There are so many things to tell, about today.
My beloved husband called from New York just to let me know that he has been missing me so much. (What wrong happened to this Yahoo Masenger today?)
My Aunt and uncle called me form Groningen to made themselves sure that I have prepared some necessary things to bring to Groningen (via Leer) tomorrow.
Aber, tut mir leid, Ich habe zu wenig zeit. I have to prepare my stuffs tonight because tomorrow morning I need to be at Haptbahnhof to catch my train to Leer at 7.30 in the morning.
Also, Schones Wochenende!
oh No! I forgot to tell Nada that I have read about Slovak’s Davis cup team won from Croatia’s Davis cup team. Nada und Andre, schones wochenende!
A town named Leer
Leer. If you look for “Leer“ at German-English dictionary, you’ll find out that this word simply means “ empty “. This time, I’m not going to write about emptiness, empty thing or anything to do with something empty. I’m writing about place.
Most of my friends in Hamburg didn’t know where the location is. Some even ask whether this town really exist and thought I didn’t pronounce it “ genau richtig ”. For sure it is not a popular place in Germany not even in North Germany.
Hence, my question in no way went further to neither “How to get there, from Hamburg” nor “Which is the best way, train or Bus?”
I decided to find it out by myself.
Leer, is a town located in north Germany, which located very close to the Province of Groningen, north part of The Netherlands. This town called as Leer Ostfriesland, which means East Friesland. This is an old town where we can see some original old house and old building. People in Leer speak German, but they understand very well when their folks across from The Netherlands speak. It is a nice gemutlich small town.
So what on earth I’m talking this Leer about?
I need to get there! This Saturday, have an appointment to meet my relatives from Groningen, there. They’re going to shop there and take me to Groningen with them. This town is not an outlandish town for them, and for me. I know this town since 5 years ago, back to the time when I was studying in Groningen. I’ve visiting Leer more than 5 times. But at that time I always went there with my Groningen family, by car, from Groningen.
This time I have to make it from Hamburg, by any kind of public transportation.
After some searching for travel information, I found out that there is train connection from Hamburg to get there. So, I decided to go train.
This afternoon I let my feet walked me to Hauptbahnhof’s Reisenzentrum and bought a train ticket to “Leer”. The ticketing officer who worked at that time could not speak English very well while I speak my German not even well. Somehow we spontaneously managed our conversation and made it understandable, in two languages. I opened a map and pointed out the location of Leer, then in 3 minutes I’ve got the train ticket to Leer in my hand. Though some information might lost somewhere in our conversation, I think she gave the right ticket.
I’m going to Leer!
Uncategorized | Comment (0)Ironing
Among those house works a housewife should be done, ironing is the most inconvenient work, at least, for me. I do not have any idea why I disliking it very much. Perhaps, because I often get unlucky and got a little ‘bite’ from it’s heat, or may be I just brag about all those discomfort and being lazy. Well, I prefer to get dirty cleaning dust and wiping the floor, painting a wall or move some “lift able” heavy furniture.
Today, I’ve just got one more reason why I dislike ironing quite much. My right wrist hurts after ironing some shirts and trousers. It is not that bad so I don’t have strong enough reason to go to the doctor but it is bad enough to make me keep making some little “aww” and “ugh” while I was writing and doing my Deutsch homework.
I’ll wait till tomorrow (today is Sunday anyway). I’ll see the doctor if it still hurts by tomorrow or later.
I definitely need to find and learn some technical tips about “ironing in a right and safe way”.
Sicherheit ist sehr wichtig, oder?
Uncategorized | Comments (3)35 year-young Agassi (US Open finale`)
If it wasn’t because of Andre Agassi played the best he could versus Roger Federer at the US open finale` , I would not have opened wide my eyes facing the TV and it’s Eurosport live program this evening (morning, actually now in Hamburg). Tough few minutes ago finally Federer “the Champion” beat Agassi, respect I conveyed to Agassi.
Unglaublich! 35 year-old Andre Agassi still exist in tennis pro and played very well at his 20th US Open. His 20th US Open!
This brings me reminiscing many years ago. It was in 1986, when the doctor suggests 8 year- old me to withdraw from a junior championship, and stop playing to recovered after hospitalized for months. Gave up my dream as a player wannabe, I ended it up by tore all those tennis player posters I’ve had. Navratilova’s poster was the first destroyed since she was my most favorite tennis role model, while Agassi and Steffi Graff posters were the last torn from my room wall. (naturlich hatte ich keine ahnung.. that later on, they become a couple). At that time, the reasons why they were the last poster I had, were:
Graff’s poster was my newest poster which make me think twice to tore and I didn’t fan Agassi at all which made me forget that I still had his poster behind the door..
Of course it’s been a long time ago, I’m not a tennis freak anymore, having no poster on the wall nor picking a fave player. So many new players come and go; hence I have not enough time to admire one.
BUT lately this morning, I could say that I began to fan Agassi. For his existence, his spirit, and nostalgic aura that he perform every time I watch him playing in a match recently.
Gluckwunch Federer und bravo Agassi. Both of you played very well this evening.
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Fifteen-love!.. thirty-love!.. if you are a tennis player or a big fan of tennis game you must have been so familiar with the word “ love ” as mentioned earlier starting this odd sentence.
As my father introduced me to this game when I was 6 year-old, I began to love (playing and Watching) it; since then I started wondering:
“Why such an irrelevant word as love should have been adopted in the scoring system?”
Well, if you are the player who is losing points at every serve that executed by your opponent, “Love” sounds better than that insensitive “Zero”.
But how come love equated with zero? (as my favorite-sport scoring system, this question often raised up when the umpire announce the score with this “L” word..when I play or watch a tennis match)
L word? I like this alphabet a little bit more than the others. “L” equivalent to "love", while I often write my initial as “L” *grin*
This evening, I’ve just got an interesting etymologic explanation from an interesting book written by Michael Quinion. He wrote: that there is a widespread theory holds that the word was borrowed from French l`aeuf, egg, with the same sense. There is a collateral support for the theory in American “goose egg” for a zero score, and in English term “duck”.
The Oxford English Dictionary suggests that it derives from the phrase for love, without stakes, applied to the playing of a competitive game for pleasure alone, an idiom that is also found in labour of love and neither for love nor money.
So, it would seem that love come to be equated with nothing, later zero.
This short so called: folk etymology explanation has quite nourished me as a "sleeping time" story….hmm time to close my eyes and dream that I might possibly give some "love" to my opponent, in a tennis match!
Bismikallahhumma ahyaa wa bismika amuutu……
Note:
This posting originally posted 2 days ago. Due to some errors on my blog’s page caused by "over complicated html code" I need to re-edit and simplified some of my spontaneous expression and writing. I guess, I was to excited ( or too sleepy, perhaps? ) that I used too many dots, commas, and complicatedly mixed them with colors, bolding and etc. Next time I will rather typing plainly here.. alphabets .. alphabets ..
Uncategorized | Comment (0)TV ..oh TV..
My parents raised me up with less than 2 TV-hours per-day or even lesser. As I can clearly recall, there were so many activities in my childhood , which were nothing to do with so called: Television or TV. Sports, sleeping, playing and gardening had taken most of my childhood time. No complain, I just get used to, enjoyed and loved it. As a result, I grew up as a non-TV-watcher. For more than a year during my stay in The Netherlands as a student, I could stand to not having a TV. I had my notebook connected with Internet for 24 hours a day to get me some information needed and that was good enough for me.
When I’ve got married with Andri, my husband, and started our own “living” in a small apartment in New York, I found out that Andri’s acquaintance to TV seriously aggravated me. It took months for us to compromised and stopped arguing about the time to make the TV turned off or on. In summary, Andri accepts to watch less while I tolerate to watch more. Problem solved.
After 2 years in New York, we moved to Hamburg, Northern part of Germany. It was almost 3 months in Hamburg without any TV, when Andri began to demand and searched for TV in an electronic store. I don’t mind, I can tolerate the existence of TV as long as it is not in our schlafzimmer.
So, our PC is connected with German TV programs.
Unexpectedly, after some exertion in exploring the channels, we finally do understand that something "different" (instead of "wrong"- to avoid being rude-) going on to all those TV channels we’ve got. Language problem. For foreigners like us, German TV is lamentable. I laughed (with some tears dropped) at Andri who looked quite a shock to see his favorite American serial dubbed with awkward insensitivity in German language, and the characters growling and squeaking in a variety of “unlikely” tones.
However, I positively find that the news programs and documentaries are somewhat interesting, so detail and stuffed with politically balanced experts analysis. Oh…tut mir leid!..my Deutsch is not good enough to take advantage. I need to learn Deutsch further to be able to understand it. Meanwhile this learning process is getting painstakingly long and not easy for me…
So, Television (in German: Fernsehen)?
Jetzt? Nein, Danke Schon!
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