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.