Wow! I just found the best love poem translation ever!
The orignal persian sappy thing....
گر همچو من افتاده این دام شوی
ای بس که خراب باده و جام شوی
ما عاشق و رند و مست و عالم سوزیم
با ما منشین اگر نـه بدنام شوی
The literal, too literal translation. Check ou the last line!
If like me, you too fall in this trap,
Hold the wine and cup upon your lap.
We are the lovers, burning our tracks,
Join us, if you can put up with the crap.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
I'm the Master of Innuendo, the King of innocent yet extremely sexual and dodgy remarks. I mainly play the innuendo game with Pedro, on of the guys from my course who also went to Greece in June.
As we walk the streets eating big ice cream :"Keep it straight up or it'll fall off!"
Looking at shop window displays:
Pedro: Look, that's a Man Bag
Me: Man bag? That's not a Man bag. It's far too big and it's the wrong shape.
In a pub, drinking lemonade: Hey Pedro, How's the Big One?
In the streets of Athens,
Me: Hey Happy Boy! Hurry up!
(shopkeeper stares and raises an eyebrow)
Pedro: Oh, why do you call me Happy?
Me: Because you're not gay.
etc etc etc and it goes on and on...
As we walk the streets eating big ice cream :"Keep it straight up or it'll fall off!"
Looking at shop window displays:
Pedro: Look, that's a Man Bag
Me: Man bag? That's not a Man bag. It's far too big and it's the wrong shape.
In a pub, drinking lemonade: Hey Pedro, How's the Big One?
In the streets of Athens,
Me: Hey Happy Boy! Hurry up!
(shopkeeper stares and raises an eyebrow)
Pedro: Oh, why do you call me Happy?
Me: Because you're not gay.
etc etc etc and it goes on and on...
Monday, September 25, 2006
My Iranian flatmate now has this friend who keeps coming over for dinner. His name is Ali. And this is the funny story of how I accidentally "seduced" Ali.
I was in the kitchen cooking. Ali had just come in and we chit-chatted for a bit. However, we hadn't been properly introduced yet. Then, Mehdi, my flatmate, came in. And he said, "Oh let me introduce you. This is my friend Ali, and this is Audrey." At this point, I instinctively reached out to shake Ali's hand. Strangely, his hand sort of went limp in mine. I didn't think too much of it and we later had dinner together and a nice conversation to go with it.
After Ali left, Mehdi came up to me and said, " You shouldn't have shaken Ali's hand." Suddenly, I remembered that Ali was a conservative Muslim and I was a strange female. Opps!!!
Mehdi said that Ali was so shy after I shook his hand. Mehdi teased him by asking if he would like to be introduced to all the other girls in the flat and shake their hands. Ali, " no No NO! That (shaking Audrey's hand) was enough for my whole life!"
Alamak! Cultural faux pas...
I was in the kitchen cooking. Ali had just come in and we chit-chatted for a bit. However, we hadn't been properly introduced yet. Then, Mehdi, my flatmate, came in. And he said, "Oh let me introduce you. This is my friend Ali, and this is Audrey." At this point, I instinctively reached out to shake Ali's hand. Strangely, his hand sort of went limp in mine. I didn't think too much of it and we later had dinner together and a nice conversation to go with it.
After Ali left, Mehdi came up to me and said, " You shouldn't have shaken Ali's hand." Suddenly, I remembered that Ali was a conservative Muslim and I was a strange female. Opps!!!
Mehdi said that Ali was so shy after I shook his hand. Mehdi teased him by asking if he would like to be introduced to all the other girls in the flat and shake their hands. Ali, " no No NO! That (shaking Audrey's hand) was enough for my whole life!"
Alamak! Cultural faux pas...
Monday, September 04, 2006
Let us bow our heads in mourning for the passing an icon of our time.
Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter is no more. And he died a horrible death by the sounds of it http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/5311298.stm
It was ironic how a crocodile didn’t kill him. But I suppose that he was such and expert with them and quite friendly too.
So grieve, for the Crocodile Hunter is no longer with us. And Australia is left, once again, with no one standing as a barrier between them and the ferocious wildlife.
Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter is no more. And he died a horrible death by the sounds of it http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/5311298.stm
It was ironic how a crocodile didn’t kill him. But I suppose that he was such and expert with them and quite friendly too.
So grieve, for the Crocodile Hunter is no longer with us. And Australia is left, once again, with no one standing as a barrier between them and the ferocious wildlife.
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