My Days: Mr. I-prefer-not-to-meet-him

(I know I've told you that I want to learn turkish after last post, but I've promised someone to post this ASAP...)

Okay...
I started the day as usual, (I planned to wake at 6.30, but instead of that, I kept laid on my bed until 8.30, that's why I came late to my medical biology class this morning....) and nothing really special until I finished my Physics class at three.....

I should have a mathematics class after that, but the lecturer couldn't come today (too bad... :D), so I decided to go home earlier. On the way to the bus stop, I got a phone call... guess who.... (oh, forget it... you know nothing about him...) but he is the last person in Istanbul that I wan't to meet. Let's just call him Mr. I-prefer-not-to-meet-him. He asked me to go to the dormitory together this thursday, but of course I refused it (without even think about his offer) by saying that I have classes on thursday, and closed the phone.

Three minutes later, I stood by the bus stop texting my friend about the near-winter weather, and then I saw him, Mr. I-prefer-not-to-meet-him, he stood on the other side on the road, and he saw me too. As he cross the road approaching me (either because he wants to get next to me, or going to the bus stop....), I pretend that I haven't sseen him and keep looking to my phone. And then he greet me, and I pretend to be surpsised and (as usual) give a really big smile ( \(^^ii)/) and (again, as usual) pretend that I'm really happy to see him, and we had some conversations and then the bus came... (36A Vezneciler-Cebeci Mahallesi) We (unfortunately TT_TT) live on the same district, and that's our bus.

I'm doomed.... I can't be with him all along the way to my house!!!! At that time I looked for my akbil* and couldn't find it (thanks god). So I gave a sad face to him (that face that shows like, too bad I couldn't go with you there's some problem....) and then run to save my life.
Ok, so this was my actual plan....
I thought I left my akbil when I loaded it before, so I planned to run there and took it and then hurriedly run to the bus, because at that time there were so many people on the bus
so that I would be able to keep separated from him.
But when I go to that place, my akbil wasn't there (so where was it). I looked for it around there, in case that I dropped it, but I couldn't find it. And then I tried to check my pocket, and miraculously it was there. I would go to the bus directly, when I saw that the bus had gone already.
TT_TT
The next bus came in like 15-20 minutes later... but the good thing is I don't have to be with Mr. I-prefer-not-to-meet-him along the 45 minutes trip to my home. phiuh.....

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P.S. * for anyone who doesn't know what akbil is, may look in google or wikipedia for some information about it.... But this is how it looks...

And this is the bus in istanbul....(not the 36A, but it's not really different)

Oh, for anyone who wants to know more about Mr. I-prefer-not-to-meet-him don't worry, I will later tell you everything abut him, esp. why I gave him the name Mr. I-prefer-not-to-meet-him. Later, when I have some free time.... Just remind me Okay???

See you later,


Fahmi <3>

Welcome to Istanbul: I'm Learning Turkish!!!

I made a really big change in my life last August, I decided to go to Istanbul...
Thousand miles away from my country, my hometown, my friends, and my family.Which means almost everything I owned, since I lived my first seventeen years and eight months there (and I haven't even turned eighteen!!!).

And now here I am... in the city of a thousand masjids....

!!!WELCOME TO ISTANBUL!!!

v(^^)v

I have lived here since the first of September, but officially became an Istanbul citizen since the 14th of October (that's when my residence permit were issued...). In this two and a half month, I have quite learnt the language they use here, Turkish, because it is a neccesity to survive in the town (or in the country) where most of its people barely speak English.
Okay, it's true that I've met some really good english speaker here, but to be able to encounter them on the street is a miracle (it's even more difficult than meeting a polar bear in a tropical forest :D). And most of them only know phrases like "hi!", "how are you?", "what's you're name?", etc. sometimes without even knowing it's mean....and the rest... are helpless.

Other conditions that force me to learnt turkish is the fact that my lessons are taught in Turkish (Oops.. have I told you that I'm a student?? Sorry...).
Yups, I am a student here, A student in one of the oldest university in the world, Istanbul University (I think so, since this year is it's 555th years...actually I don't know if there is any older university... if you know any, feel free to tell me), specifically in the faculty of pharmacy of Istanbul University. Since the lessons are taught in turkish, on 16th of September I had a turkish exam. And after I had a two-weeks-express-turkish-course (that turned me from know-nothing-about-turkish me into at-least-know-something-about-turkish me) I entered the turkish exam. They announced the result the following day, and (surprisingly) I passed the exam, thank's god... TT_TT.

When I told you that I have quite learnt Turkish, it doesn't really mean that I can understand and speak turkish really well. I can mostly understand written turkish now (with a dictonary on my hand), but to understand the spoken turkish is not an easy thing, esp. because they speak quite fast and most of the words are not spoken the way it should be spoken (you get what I'm trying to tell, right??). And then, to speak in turkish is not as easy as it's sounds. It's quite a challenge to construct sentences, with a really different pattern with the way you always use and with so many grammatical rules. For writing things, I'm quite confident, since you have quite much time here...
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you know what...
I have just realized something...
I have never really written in Turkish...
I mean writing a paragraph or anything that really has meaning...
Can I really do it???
OMG....
And I'm facing the mid-term exam in one week...
\(>.<)/ I'm doomed....
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Okay, I think I should learn and practice my Turkish this week...
Wish me luck....

See you later...

Fahmi <3

I am me....

I am me....
That’s what I am, there’s no one in the world can change that fact I am me...

I’ll start sharing some of these unchangeable facts with you...

I am Fahmi, a male from Homo sapiens sapiens species who was born as an Indonesian in a sundanese family (even though I barely speak sundanese... I am a sundanese). With two elder sisters, caring and loving mom, and admirable dad, I (mostly) live the first seventeen-years-and eight-months of my life in a not-big but lovely house located just outside of the city of Bandung, Indonesia.

I want you to know that I’m the youngest in my family. I grew and was always treated as one. So I think you can guess quite much about how is my characteristic, generally. I can’t tell you more about this because I myself don’t really understand about this (I know that’s bad, not to know yourself really well). But I hope I will be able to understand myself better through all of my postings later and so will you (and this is actually the main idea of this blog). And I think that this thing is somehow changeable, so I can’t write it in this part (even if I know myself quite well).

Let’s see... what other unchangeable facts do I have...

Mmm... I am short, for a boy (is this unchangeable???). I got a quite dark skin, typical skin of melanesians. I have got a dark brown eyes mmm... maybe it’s black, I’m not really sure about this but it’s really dark (this is not really special, since all other indonesians I know have the same color of eyes). I have a scar on my lower lips (I got it when I was 5). I have quite thick eyebrows and adorable eyelashes, people quite often tell me about that (these two facts is actually changeable, but I will never want to change these).
What else do I have... (I’m not really good in this...)
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OK, I give up. That’s all I can tell for this time. And like I’ve said before, I hope we can get to know myself better through my next postings. For the time being, be satisfied with these informations. And once again, I am me...

See you later....


Fahmi <3

How shall I start this.....

Hi!!!!
Nice to meet you!!!!
I know that I am about two thusand years late to start my first blog. But I think everyone knows that the old men say that ‘to be late is better than never’...
So...
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I am better...
Ha..ha...
(^^)v

I am really not an expert about the things called blogging, so I will need some support from all of you especially the expert ones. So I can make this blog better and more importantly keep myself to post my writings here, in this blog.
Noıw I want to say...

Welcome to my blog,
‘UNDERSTANDING MYSELF’
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See you later

Fahmi <3