Yoghurt: Continue!!!

Honestly, I feel a little guilty about my last post. I really hate yoghurt, but I shouldn’t post anything like that. And it’s my own problem, it’s my choice to go to Turkey, so I have to deal with the thing called ‘Adaptation’. I have to adapt with everyone’s favourite, yoghurt. I have to adapt with Turkish soap operas, which so far is not better than what we have in Indonesia. I have to adapt with the Turkish music (I have no comment for this). I have to adapt with their nationally-wide-spread-over-proud syndrome which can only be defeated by the one that the Germans have, I guess.
No, you shouldn’t feel guilty about that. You should explode sometimes Fahmi! And I hope you can speak loud to their face that yoghurt is suck. Instead of saying a lame excuse like saying “I don’t hate yoghurt, it is just not in the top 10 of my favourite drink. Not in my top 1000 too, to be exact.” or saying “I like yoghurt, but if there’s another option I would prefer the other.” Your excuse is seriously lame. You should find a better one if you want to continue it. I prefer that you stop it, though. Anyway about the Turkish music I know it is some kind of your dirty pleasure. Ha…ha…
It was. I’m over it already. And I cannot explode; I don’t have any bomb with me.
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Please, Fahmi. That was seriously lame. We don't need another Tukul here.
I know that actually. Back to the topic, I cannot say it like you want, it’s just so un-me. Fahmi will never say anything like that in real life. I, or we may said, WE have done it several times, and I am proudly said that those moments are now on the top of my-most-embarrassing-moment-on-my-life list. I know that you know why.
Oops. That’s not what I mean. You misunderstood me that time. But sure it was hilarious; I can’t stop smiling just by thinking about that.
Yeah, like you’ve got any face.
You should stand up this one time. I am really pissed off seeing you ‘tortured’ by them. Forcing you to eat that awful yoghurt, saying that J-pop is disgusting (this one is definitely unforgiveable), and saying that your favourite jelly is bad enough to make them don’t want to see it in any time in the future are enough for me to shout at them and say that nothing worse than yoghurt and their çorba looks like dog’s poop (credit to my Pilipino friends). You even had to hear them blabbering about how great their ancestors were, that this man or that man or those famous men was a Turkish, that their language is really great. It’s enough. You can’t stand it any longer and doing nothing.
Wow, I didn’t realize it was that bad.
It was.
So, what should I do then??
Explode, Fahmi!!! EXPLODE!!!
Errr, haven’t I told you that I don’t have any bomb???
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I’m off this case.

Yoghurt = A Big Waste of Tasty and Healthy Fresh Milk

Let’s look back around thousands years ago, to the time when the world was in peace. It brings us to the black sea region, to a house where a careless man who possibly had some cows, and regularly got some milk from the cows (which were eventually female). Because he was very careless, he always forgot to shut the milk jars tightly after milked the cows. For some time, there was nothing happen. But the God seemed to lose his patience and thought that he should make the man be more careful, and he thought of punishing him by cursing his milk. So later, one night the god created a new species of bacteria and sent it to the man’s loosely-shut jars of milk. The following day, the man was really surprised when found that his fresh milk had turned to be a disgusting dense cream. He showed it to his family who were having dinner, and after some ridiculous-out-of-sense conversation they tried eating the disgusting dense cream with the food they were eating (whatever it is). The result even surprised the god. They loved it, they thought it was nice and the god made some miracle to the milk. After that, there is no doubt that they told all of their neighbors about this and (this was even more surprising) they loved it too. And because it’s yoğun (dense) characteristic they called it yoğurt (yoghurt). That is the starting point of the end of the world peace…
So guys that was the legend of yoghurt… If you don’t believe it you may search all ancient literature about black sea kitchen…
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Okay, let me make a confession. Forget about checking the ancient literature thing, I made up the whole story. But yoghurt is really a waste made from the tastiest and healthiest drink ever, fresh milk. It turns the tasty fresh milk into a awfully sour dense cream. It is really a big sin that need to be punished harder than saying that spending money for travelling is much better than chocolate (this reminds me about someone (^^)v ). And saying that it does taste good is another big sin. Hmphf...
You may disagree with me, so let’s made some pros and cons about yoghurt. Let’s start with the cons…

• It tastes really awful.
• It makes your stomach aching soon after eat it.
• When it’s eaten with any type of delicious food, it ruins the taste. (I wonder why any people wants to eat pasta with yoghurt)
• It’s expensive. (0,5 litre of yoghurt costs 30 cent Turkish Lira more expensive than 1 litre of healthy fresh milk)
• It’s a waste of fresh milk (I’ve told you before, but I want to emphasized this)

And the pros are....

• Nothing. Nothing good cames from yoghurt, no mather how you used it, how you eat it, how it looks.Well sometimes it is good for making my-stomach-is-achıng scenario, because it does make your stomach ache.
  

See, it’s really clear right who’s the winner? (Even the alcoholic drinks have more pros than yoghurt) Yoghurt is definitely the last thing the world needs, after the Israel’s attack to Gazza. There should be an international agreement that its production must be closed. You all are agree with me right??? You have to.

So let’s start the Anti-Yoghurt Campaign!!!!

See you later,

Fahmi fuady <3

A Letter to The 28-Years-Old Fahmi

I downloaded a TV show last week and had just watched it. The title is Yorosen it’s a Japanese TV show about Hello! Project’s idol groups (Morning Musume, C-ute, and Berryz Koubou). In the show, every week one of them plays a role as a teacher, and the others become the students. The episode I watched is the one where Niigaki Risa (She’s my favourite!!!) becomes the teacher, and she explained about the coming-of-age celebrity in different region in Japan, since she will do it sometime soon. And the most interesting part of this is the way people of Kofu City celebrated it, they write a letter to their 10-years-in-the-future-selves. I

mean, it’s really interesting that I start wondering, how will I become 10 years later, what will I be doing at that time, where will I be, will I have achieve my dreams, will I be okay… Owh…owh… and what will future me think about the present me……
It’s quite surprising right, that sometime you never think about something that will happen in really long time in the future. Don’t you think so?

Anyway after watched how Morning Musume members made the letters and laugh a lot when listen to how silly it becomes. I think I want to write one too. So, let me write one…
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A Letter to The 28-years-old Fahmi Fuady

Dear Fahmi,

How are things going at the year 2019? It’s been really long time, huh? So you’re 28, right? (Oh my gosh, you’re old) So do you manage to accept the fact that you’re 28? I know it will be extremely hard, since it feels really hard for me to accept the fact that I’m 18, so you must be feeling 10 degrees harder than me. But I’m pretty sure you will be fine, as fine as I am now or you might be even better. Because you are me. (^^)

Oh my god, I’m really curious how you solve the problems with the things I feel right now. I know it’s a bad thing to let you solve the problem I made, but you are me. You have to solve that, for the sake of us?? I mean, it’s not like a kid who inherits the debt of his parents, WE are the same person. Anyway, you’ve solved the problem right??? No, no, no… Don’t tell me you haven’t. Aaaargh, I know it’s really hard. But you, mmm, WE have to solve it!!! I know WE can solve it. \(^^)/

Well, I hope things are going great and you live your life without regret and for me, I will try as hard as I can that it happens. Oh, I remember something that you should do. Spend more times for your mom and dad. I’m feeling a bit guilty that they sometimes are the last things that come to my mind. You’re their only son and they are 59-or-so you should take a really good care of them.

I believe you have become a great mean now…


Istanbul, January 23rd, 2009


Fahmi Fuady

P.S. Do you remember this???

Do you remember how much you loved the clover...?

There's Something Wrong with My Memory

Have I ever told you that my memory somehow turned really bad after I come to Istanbul??
No, you haven’t Fahmi…
You know it was rhetorical, and I never expect your answer. Well, before I used to be quite proud about my memory, when I was introduced to a group of people I managed to remember their names and faces…
Yeah, I know that. And I know how you mock other people who showed any sign of what-was-his/her-name expressions, only in your mind though. I know you good enough to not expecting anything better than it.

And now, I easily forget the names of people introduced to me, and sometimes I don’t even recognize the face!!! For example a few months ago, I met with a group of guys in my class and we introduced each other, like normal people do when meeting new people of course.
The following day, one of them came to me and, strangely, he asked me whether I remember his name or not, I remember him (he somehow has a familiar face). And I said, “Of course I do, you’re (Let’s say) Donald.” He was satisfied, but then one of his friends came along. I knew that this guy was one of the yesterday-group, I tried to remember his name but somehow I couldn’t. And just like what I was afraid about, he too asked the same question. I showed the most confused and at the same time apologizing expression that possible and shook my head. “I forgot it, what was your name?” and he said something that should be his name, though it doesn’t sound like a name for me (that’s must be the reason why I forgot it). Five minutes later, again, they asked the same question (Do you think it is normal?? I don’t. Even in the depth of Amazon, I don’t think it’s normal). And again I forgot his name, even now I forget his name, though I know he had told me several times, but I can’t remember it. I wonder why…

Do you have any idea how I can figure out the names of someone who has been introduced to you without giving any signs that I forget his/her name??? Because he’s not the only one, there are about twenty-or-something people whose name I forgot in my class only, not in the real world.

Let’s go to a chain of embarrassing events I experienced….

Event #1
One day I was going to a convenience store near my house, a man approached me and greet me.
“Merhaba!”
“Merhaba…” I was puzzled, and he realized it. He gave a gesture like cutting something.
“Aaah…You’re the barber.”
“Yes, how are you? How things are going?”
“Fine. How are you?”
“Great.”
“Mmm…I have to go. See you later.”
“See you”
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How could you forget someone who has ruined your life??
He didn’t ruin my life.
He did! He ruined your hair a.k.a. your life!
Which dictionary are you using?? Hair never means life, never in the entire history of mankind.
Don’t you remember how you had to hide your hair by wearing a cap, which we both agree we would never use it unless it was an emergency???
Well it was months ago, my hair looks better now. And I was really worrying my hair, that I didn’t have any time to peek on the man who was cutting it.
Okay, forget it. It's useless talking to you...

Event #2
It was a cold afternoon; I encounter a man on the way home, he smiled at me and said, “Merhaba Fahmi, how are you? What’s up?”
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“Oh, fine, how are you?” awkwardly.
“Don’t you recognize me?” He said and then voluntarily he explained about the night when He and I went to a dinner together with ten other people, and told me his name.
I still don’t recognize him, but I pretend to know him to make things fast. And then things happen like in event #1.
I think it’s a karma.
Shut up.
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Event #3
It was Thursday 11.00, I was on my to the tramvay station. My lesson is at 1, and I was thinking about going to the mesjid first or to the dining-hall first. When someone said from my back,
“Merhaba”
I turned back, smiled, and said, “Merhaba”. I don’t know him, but he might be someone I met thousand times before even I don’t recognize him. So I continue the talk, “Aaaa… Abi, How are you? Long time no see…
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He seemed confused, and the n said hesitantly “Are you foreigner? I was really curious back there.”
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Damn. He was a total stranger.

Have you meet 'him'???

Mmm....
Have you ever heard about MPD-Multiple Personality Disorder???
A condition where there are more than one personality or simply more than one person, inside a body...
(Well, I think the name explains more than my explaination...)
What makes it so interesting is the fact that the persons inside the body might have a really different characteristic, behaviour, and some people even said they show a really different appearance despite the fact that it is actually the same body according to their personality... they can alter their place like in a moment...
Just think about it...
In a blink of an eye, you see a graceful, beautiful, and adoreable woman who stands before you change into a rough and mean slutty-bitch ( a bitch is a slut, right? But can you imagine how ‘bitch’ is a slutty-bitch....)
(Congratulations fahmi for making such an example....)
It sounds really cool but at the same time strange and scary, but on the other side it is a really interesting thing... (You agree with me, right? Well, you have too, It’s not like I’m giving you any option anyway...)
Well, the thing that I want to say is that I think I probably got an alter-ego, which is like the other ‘me’...
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(Owh, so you said that you don’t know about yourself and now you declare that there are like more than one person in your head, huh??? Crazy...)
Well, actually I might be crazy, because the MPD is actually a mental disorder and anyone with it can be called crazy. But I’m really serious. It’s not as extreme as my illustration but I think it’s one of the symptoms of MPD. Like there is someone whispering on my head, telling me what to do, criticizing everything I’ve done, and sometimes he even shout at me when he thinks that I made a really big mistakes, such things. I think that someone is my alter-ego...
(Can I remind you, once again, that you said you don’t understand yourself. And where did you get that silly idea about having an alter-ego instead of think that it’s actually you, fahmi, the not-yet-understandable part of you...?!!!)
You’ve got a point there, my alter-ego is a part of me, so essentially he is ‘me’. But I can’t accept that he really is ‘me’, because what he said, what he wants to do, his suggestions is always the contrary of what I, the real ‘me’, want to do or usually do or might do.
(I told you that because you always made stupid decisions, silly mistakes, and such-a-mess things)
But your suggestions is mostly out-of-reach, is really un-me!!! Like telling one of my classmate that he dressed up like a clown. I mean, I can not do such things, it will really hurts him, despite the fact that it is really rude. I just can’t do that. And I’m not really sure, that I didn’t dressed up like a clown either.
(Hahaha...you don’t have to worry about that, with me on your side you will never be a clown. Well, you will never be the coolest person on earth either, but at least being a clown is not a thing to be concerned.)
Well, thank you. But still, I can’t do that. You know really well, that I will never do such thing, not even in a hundred years later. And I don’t think I, ‘the real me’, would ever think to hurt my friend that way.
(Yeah..because that makes your friend go away but give a little pleasure, and what you always think is something that gives much more pleasure than that and makes your friend go away in the same anger. Ha..ha..ha...)
No!!! That’s not what I mean!!! The thing is, I have never thought about such things. Even if I ever have. It was because of you. YOU makes me think that way.
(Me??? So you think that I make you think that way? And, let me guess, you also think that I make you click the XXX ad yesterday? And, I’m quite sure about this, you think that I make you get up late then make you skip your early classes?)
Yeah... I am quite sure that was you.
(WHAT?? You are the most unfair person on earth. But....aaaa..... I understand now. I am the scapegoat. You declare my existence for this. So, you can blame me for everything bad that you did. I never know that you are such an evil. I thought I was the only evil thought on your brain.)
Gottcha. You admit it. You admit that you are the evil. I won.
(Hey, that’s cheating! I didn’t know that you’re planning on this. Aaaaargh... Whatever. I don’t really care about this. There, take your meaningless victory.)
I WON. See guys... That was him, that was my alter ego. He is evil. So, if you think you’ve seen me doing bad things or even intending to do bad things. It wasn’t me. It was him.
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Wait a minute. Is it really a ‘he’? I heard an alter-ego might not be the same sex as the primary ego. He can be actually a ‘she’. How can I check this? Hey, are you a guy or are you a chick???
(I’m not listneing to you. And I’m not talking to you.... tralala... doo... doo... doo... mommy tell me something... bla... bla... bla...)
Whatever... let’s approve him as a ‘he’ for the time being.
So, you officially have meet him, my alter ego. I think he wants to say ‘nice to meet you too’ if he’s not upset.
For the next posts he may write also, so watch out. Don’t mix me up with him. He is the evil and I am the nice guy.

See you later,

Fahmi <3

some notes...

Really sorry, I can't fulfill my own promise that I would post in this blog frequently....
It's because some reasons that I can't tell you, I got the chance to post today...
The two following blogs I wrote on the night of December 12th in order to commemorate my 18 birthday...

I suggest you to read it according to its time of being posted....

See you later,


Fahmi Fuady <3

v(^^)v
I’m back!!!
Well, i have told you some of my concerns and my visions about my eighteenth birthday in the other post...
But, I think I should tell you this too...
How I see the eighteen passed years of my life.....

I can directly say that I feel really thankful of everything that happened in my life...
I know I slipped many times, I fall many times, and even hit the rough rocky road for several times...
But it’s not something to regret, it’s not something to be sorry for, and it’s not something to be remembered with tears. Because all of that moments, all of that pains, help me to be the person that I should be...
And it’s because I felt the pain, the hurt, and the sorrowful moments... I can feel really glad when something good happened to me, and become really thankful because of that...
That’s why, I promise to myself that I will remember those moments, with a smile, with a big smile full of gratitude and hopes that i will never make that stupid and silly mistakes...
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On the other hands, I also feel so much joy and happpiness in my life, it’s even much more than the painful moments such that the painful moments seems like a flea while the joyful moments be the panda if they are compared...
(You know how big the difference, right? But even though the flea is so small it can cause quite significant itch to the panda...you can get my analogue, right?)

My Mum, Dad, sisters, my entire family, my childhood friends, my schoolmates, my teachers, and everyone whose life crossed over with mine...
ı feel reaaly thankful for having you in my life...
And I hope I can be a better man, even better than your expectations without losing my own identity without losing the fact that I am is who I am....

Thank you everyone....

December 12th 2008


Fahmi Fuady <3