There's some logic to my madness

well...practically...i grew up here. Egypt has changed me a lot...from a boy who doesn't know what a computer is to a boy who now knew a little something-something about computer. forget that...living in egypt is one of the best experience i have ever had..well...until now. the one thing i won't forget about the country is that the enthusiasm of football. well u can say this is the most insane thing that they will ever do. in my point of view..egypt has an "if" formula like the one in excel. for example...if they win a very important game e.g the African Cup of Nation..they will go wild for days..darn it!!can't sleep ma...fireworks, shouting, yelling, screaming etc. all night and day long. in my opinion this is what make egypt alive and active. well if they lose...u guess it ARGGHHHHHHH!! teh egyptians will keep on saying that :

1) the referee is bios
2) the pitch is awful
3) the linesmen is also bios
4) the opposition did too many fouls well...that happens...xD
5) most of the stars is injured
6) the fans was throwing rubbish to the players

i can go on saying this forever..the point is that insanity is never the answer. there is more than 1 route for a man/women to guide his/her life.

I LOVE EGYPT AT NIGHT...damn noisy. for those ppl who are to civilized e.g naaaaahh can't tell u guys..if u know one..just keep tat in mind. back to teh civilised "thingy" silence is not always good. lemme tell u....noisiness keeps u :

1) on time to go to work or going to school or bla bla bla
2) to differentiate between a deaf man and a quiet man

well..u know the rest bla bla.....

the point for this part is tat...never be too civilised or u will pay the price

amma see u again my dying hard-core fans...TILL WE MEET AGAIN

To be continued

1st day

My mom woke me up....damn i was lazy..(snoring). It was 6.30 a.m. I took a shower, wear the uniform and ate a small breakfast. my mother went along wit me, my bro, and my sis. i was terrifyingly scared to go to school. first day is always the hardest. so my mom took me to my class. it was small compared to my previous class. well....i took a seat in the back (and always is!). teh first lesson started...to be frank..i don't understand anything...but i was thankful to hv a malaysian friend next to me...the name is Haidhar..i am 1 year older than him..it was a free age school..which mean e.g an 8 year old boy can attend a 10 year old's class. Well....i usually listen to him than the teacher...he thought me many thing..such as, where to pee? teaching me english words...i was thankful to hv him in my class...i still remember the date it was 03/09/06 because class 5 and below hv a birthday party which will be celebrated in break or recess. it was a girl in my class birthday which i hardly known her at that time. so my first day was quite awesome.


2nd day


the day was almost the same as the previous one. in break...a maid brought a cake into the class..so i sat in my chair and pretend not to notice. the class teacher asked whose birthday is it...so i remembered that it was my birthday! i can't tell the teacher because i hardly know english at that time. i kept quiet. the teacher called out my name..i didn't reply...then a black dude from somalia said, "oooo...its the glasses boy". i came over to haidhar and asked wat did he say..my class teacher told me to split the cake into halves i mean cut the cake..so i did as i were told and the whole class singing a Happy Birthday for me. it was amazing. i celebrated my birthday with a black dude, pakistanis and so more. i kept the smile on my face until i flushed it out in the bathroom.


well this is it for the day! ~Sayonara~

my family had to leave m'sia so as to go egypt...we stayed in a hotel in egypt for 3 month until we found an apartment....suddenly..a few weeks later....i had to take teh entry test in P.I.S.C. it was quite wild yet strange..it was a summer holiday...but as i enter the school...a group of ppl were wearing "kopiah", so i thought it was an obligation for students to wear kopiah in school...so i move on...then i entered a room...i was given a test...the woman that was supervising me, my brother and sister and others were from austaralia...(ooooo...so this is how white ppl look). teh test was quite easy suddenly teh teacher called me and my brother in to chat. oh yea..teh teacher name was Mrs. Hilary. her age was around 50. oh well here how it goes :


Mrs. Hilary : How are u doin?
Me : (wth is she talkin bout? c'mon wat does it mean! ~nervous~ ) I AM FINE, THANK U
Mrs. Hilary :How long hv u stayed in egypt?
Me : (HOLY SHIT, wat is she talkin about! calm down dude...u got it in ya...) 3 bulan...ehhh....Sorry...3 month...
Mrs. Hilary : erm....How old are u?
Me : (with no doubt i said) I AM TEN YEARS OLD (malaysian accent)
Mrs. Hilary : 10 ha? think u can keep up wit the school syllabus? will u understand the lesson the teacher going to teach u? if not i can put u in the english foundation unit (EFU).
Me : (OMG!!! once again wat teh hell is she talkin about!! and english fffffouuuun.....watever...i don't understand..c'mon hilmi remember the english class u took in m'sia..~remember teh word~) Yes
Mrs. Hillary : Oh Yeah, wat is ur name?
Me: (while eating nuts i said) Muhammad Hilmi bin Johari bin Minal bin Md.Noh bin Kassim bin Mat.
Mrs. Hillary : Wow! so wat they usually call u?
Me : (same question? oh well...) Muhammad Hilmi bin Johari bin Minal bin Md.Noh bin Kassim bin Mat.
Mrs. Hillary : fuuuuuuuhhhh....(getting fed up on me and move on to my brother)

End of conversation

So as u can see here...learning a language isn't easy as it looks.. u hv to keep practicing it all teh time..this is my first post in this blog...so to any of u who r reading my blog please keep commenting...See Ya!