Know thyself

I just went to a compulsory induction course last week. Stayed in Morib for 5 days with pharmacists from all over Malaysia. It was a good break from work but I did not really enjoy the programme. I think no one did. Can you imagine listening to talks from 8am till 11pm each day? Worse, no eyecandy was available as distraction.

There was this one session where we had to do a personality test carried out by a psychologist. I love personality tests as I am very judgemental of myself, but I have never really paid serious attention to the results. As I probably have mentioned earlier, I am very sceptic about certain matters, and this is one of them.

Let's face it, when you do the personality tests, you can sort of guess the results right? I think some of the tests are so obvious that I did not bother to get the results. I can even cheat and get the outcomes that I want. But then the tests will be pointless.

What I am trying to say is, unless you have no clue as to what your personalities are, taking these tests is just a mere confirmation or assurance of your characters. Telling yourself something you already know.

The same goes with all those personalities categorising, such as zodiac readings, personality by numbers, colours, birth months, etc. Imho, one's personality can't simply be generalised. Personality is highly variable, very individualised and  not constant.

Take me, for example. I used to be pretty shy. Still am, at certain times. I would always do my best to avoid being under the spotlight. Nevertheless I notice I have changed throughout the years. I was given the role as a shouting, panicking lady for our group's sketch during the recent PTM and surprisingly, I agreed. I even tried my best to really act. Mind you, despite the small role, it was quite embarrassing for someone who isn't used to acting in front of public. But I did it anyway.

So yeah, personality can change. Never confined yourself to the idea of a fixed personality. Especially with those classifications done by the general population.

To grow.  

That one year

I miss the weather, all four seasons.

But most importantly, 

I miss the people.

Farewell, 2012

I don't really like 2012. 

It was normal. Nothing particularly exciting events happened. I was focusing more on work since it was my first year, my lag phase. 

I made one very difficult decision, but somehow I'm glad I made it.

Nevertheless, I learnt a lot about myself throughout the year. I didn't make any new year resolution last year, so I'm thinking I should make one this year. Just some realistic goals that I could try to complete. I'm still thinking, so I'm going to update more on this later.

Till then, 

Thanks for everything, 2012. 

I hope I can do better in 2013, insyaAllah.

Find your light.

Of weddings

Pros:

• Happiness, excitement overload: smiles everywhere
• Lovely catching up & gatherings with friends, families
• Beautiful dresses
• Beautiful decors
• Delicious (free) food

Cons:

• The FAQ "Kau bila?"
• The pengumpatans (bila berkumpul, mulalah)
•  Reminds me of you

Number 15

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Tourists and a Turkish merchant near the Blue Mosque.

"Where are you from?"
"Malaysia."
"Oh, Malaysia! I never been to Malaysia. You come three girls only?"
"No, no. We come with friends, family..they are inside the Blue Mosque," answered Mek while pointing to the mosque.
"Brothers? So you are married?!" he suddenly seemed flustered, like he was worried that if we were married, he would be chatting with someone's wife. He was fidgeting as if he wanted to leave at once.
"No. There are brothers, but we are friends. Not married." 
"Not married? Single? Okay. You want to marry?" 
 
We were a bit puzzled by then. We did not reply.

"Malaysia women are very beautiful. And nice. Not like Turkey. Turkey girls not nice. You want to marry?" 
I thought it was funny, so I jokingly asked, "There are three of us here. Which one of us would you like to marry?" 
He seemed all shy and replied, "Fifteen."
"Fifteen??" By then I was starting to think that he had got some psychological thing going on over there.
"Yes, fifteen. One, two, three.." he started to count and point to us, one by one, as he counted. Sure enough, Ms E who sat the farthest ended up as the lucky fifteen. I LOL-ed. This was getting more interesting. Ms E was all red, shaking her head and looking at anywhere other than the place where this weird, handsome guy stood.

"You want to marry her? You don't even know her." I could not help it. I think all of this was funny, I wanted to know what this guy was really thinking about.
"Yes, marry. No girlfriend. Girlfriend haraam."  Wow.
"But you have to come to Malaysia." I provoked.
"I can go to Malaysia. No problem." Erk. He was being serious. However Ms E was already giving the "you're dead" look to me so sadly I had to end the conversation.
"You have to ask her if she wants or not since she is the one you want to marry." Haha. I just had to.
 He looked at Ms E but Ms E hurriedly answered, "No, I don't want. I want to marry a Malaysian."
"Oh. Nevermind then. Thank you. Salam." He left as soon as he got his answer.

Me and Mek laughed hysterically afterwards.
"Hensem kot E, orang Turki pulak tu. Kau tak nak pulak. Beriman lagi. Ha, apa lagi nak?"
"Eeeeiii, tak nak aku. Takut!" 
If only she agreed, we would have a more valid reason to visit Turki again. Haha.

A picture of Ms E inside of the Blue Mosque

It was really weird the way he mentioned fifteen. I mean, why fifteen? Later in the evening when we were walking around Istanbul with other members of the group, I just realised that we had 15 members in total. Ms E was always the last person because she was always preoccupied with something while we were already moving and got left behind. Coincidence? Now that, still remained a mystery.

Istanbul Aku Datang

So I finally went to the cinema after quite some time not being able to. The last movie I watched at the cinema would be...I can't remember, Batman? Kot. Anyway if I'm not mistaken, this is probably my first time watching a Malay movie at the cinema.

Istanbul Aku Datang.

Verdict?
I'll give it..hmm...6.27/10. This is when compared to other Malay movies. Frankly speaking, Tomok & Aizat are better off as singers. Oh I think Lisa is gorgeous. A friend of mine developed a crush on Beto after watching the movie. I did not. Cliché storyline, very much like the korean movies. But I don't mind copycats. I mean, nothing is really original. We are all copies (read: DNA replication). Nothing is 'new'. We usually improvise, or innovate rather than invent, or create. Okay lari tajuk.

I actually went to see it because I want to see Istanbul again. It is a great place. Alhamdulillah I was lucky enough to get to visit Istanbul, although for only a couple of days. Some very interesting things happened during our trip, like, how Mr A suddenly became a celebrity.

You see, apart from his perfectly big, white teeth, Mr A does not usually stand out. So when this beautiful Turkish girl approached us just to get a photo with him, we were honestly surprised. Like, wth, seriously? We thought that girl had a weird preference, but it did not end there. I was walking with Mr A to go back when two kids approached him and asked for a photo. So I had to be their photographer. What lah. I did not stand out in Malaysia, and apparently not even in Istanbul. Seems like I have to travel more. Haha. Here's the photo I took.

Mr A and fans. 

Oh what is even more interesting, the Turks really look up to UIA students. When they heard that we came from Malaysia, most of them would asked us if we were from UIA and they'd be all excited. I wonder why.

Moving on to the next exciting event, an almost-love story, if I may say, happened to Ms E. Ms E, me and Mek were just chilling out in front of beautiful Blue Mosque, facing Haghia Sophia when a Turkish guy came towards us. He was wearing a white jubah with a white turban and carried a black leather bag. His features were like a typical "ustaz", except that he looked quite young. I'm guessing he must have been 21, 22 or 23, top. Did I mention that he was handsome? He was very fair, and shiny(?). Sparkling, perhaps? But not the Edward Cullen type. 

Haghia Sophia

Blue Mosque

Standing a couple of metres from where we sat, the guy greeted us. 

"As salamu alaykum, (something something)..arabiya?" I'm guessing it was regarding our language. 

Shaking our heads in reply, 

"Waalaikumsalam. No." (p/s: I really want to learn Arabic though, someone please teach me!)

"English?"

"Yes," all three of us nodded. 

"I know little English." 

We were getting a bit uncomfortable since, well, he was a stranger and we had no idea what was his intention. But he looked harmless and considering that he was alone and there were 3 of us, and that we were in a public place, we spared some time to hear what he had to say. 

To be continued later when I am in the mood. Haha. 

Old habits die hard

Very.