Friends...

I spoke to Kak Elle this morning... she was in transit at the Atatürk Airport... the line was not clear..but finally we had heard each other's voice... with my suara serak (it was very early in the morning what..).. i spoke to her on the phone.. wahh she sounded so matured :0)..hopefully she has landed safely in italy by now...have fun kak elle!

It was yesterday when i decided to call this one singaporean girl in istanbul.. the last time we met was months ago... i assumed her working schedule is really tight..hence the no contact... i called her mobile...no answer... then one hour later, she called me...

We chatted for quite long..chit chatting about this n that...her asking about my life and i asking about hers...gossiping etc..etc... it felt good...speaking in the language we both know... sharing some common grounds...i doubt if we will see each other soon... summer holiday is here..but at least we both know that we r both within the reaching distance....n i also discovered from her that there is an indian restaurant selling real indian food at taksim.. the price? huwaaaa... kena tunggu kaya dulu :0)..but maybe one day i'll just grab her from her work place n together we both eat at the restaurant...*salivating over the nasik beriani*..

If i say that i am the type who excels in socialization... i cant say i am... i love to mind my own business...i dont do well in public gathering either... it could be due to the lack of self confidence in me or it may be perhaps it is just the way i am... that is the reason i suppose blogging suits me very well... i can say what is in my mind...and if anyone wants to be my friend online..they can... they wont be able to see me in real life (hey! i do live far away in istanbul)..n i wont scare them away from this friendship by them knowing the real me...



But then.. Allah has a different plan for me... after almost a year from the day i started blogging, i had made many friends online....some my age... some younger..some kakakz... some abangz (yg dah kawin only..bujang i tak berani)....some .nenek/atuk?)..ada kot hehehe...of course it never cross my mind that i would be able to see some of them even... i was hoping i wouldnt need to hehehehe it never cross my mind that some would even stay at my home (hope i didnt scare u away ibu hahaha)....i takut nak jumpa orang ramai...but of course as u all know it.....my qadar n qadar is different... and now i enjoy meeting these people coz....they bring me asam hahahahaha (lawak ja...the asam part i mean)..


After all these meetings with blogger friends (as well as merasa the asam hehehe)...i think i am more confident to make friends with other people in real life..... i mean..those not in the family members...


It is also fate that in real life...i met one of hatice's classmate's mom who is a pakistani with the british pasport...the family has been staying here for 2 years... i invited her to join me to the pazar (open market)... and after that i invited her home for lunch... we clicked... we chatted about this.. about that... about almost many things... she is thinking of staying here forever... so i guess, to be friends with her works really well for both of us since she has no one here...she hasnt got many friends here n i can somehow help her to improve her turkish.... and maybe i can persuade her to cook me chapati n real curry!! hehehehe (otak asyik dok ingat nak makan ja hehe..mau tak gemukkkkkkkkkk)....


so my conclusion is.....i thank blogging for improving my self confidence in facing the real people.. i thank blogging for allowing me the path to ur precious friendship... i thank blogging...for acting as a pensieve to empty out my mind n share with u my life here... ..though i cannot update my blog everyday as i used to... i will try to update whenever i can... n blog hop whenever possible...



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İbu & Ayah in istanbul n Hatice's school Show

Little did i know that my wish list of the 6 items to *ibu* would be in this big bag...
would end up like this!! hahahahaha terbulau ..terjegil mata i kejap coz...this is like tons n tons of asam (nak order lagi bole? hahah) n maggie.. n my asam jawa (instead of masak..i akan gatah asam jawa tu)..n maggie!!
seeing *ibu*'s excitement when she showed me all these was like.... hahahha..i just dunno what to say... i wanted to jump in joy but i had to keep my cool...iyea la kang mcm budak budak pulak...u r an angel ibu!! i really owe u one on this! tak sangka dengan berblog..i dapat *merasa* hahahaha nanti bila i balik mesia i beli kat u geogmetri tudung yea? *wink*...

*ibu*'s favourite toy in our home seemed to be a snake hehehe

she even tried reading hatice's homework book n learned a few words of turkish..

ibu n i before they left

*ibu* n *ayah* in front of our apartment block..

The picture of all of us in beyazit... somewhere near kapalı çarşı

She woke up this morning and asked...


*Anne... gittilar mı?*(Anne, r they gone?)



When i said they were still in the bedroom, a wonderful smile spead over her face as she said that she would cry if she couldnt say goodby to them...


And the brother who was very shy towards them on Friday was even very happy to see them still here then......

Now...It is almost 10.50am.. a fellow blogger ibu n her sweetheart had left our humble shack about an hour ago...off to Aya Sofia n later to the airport for Malaysia...


Well.... from this blogging world, I had met our Doctor in the House's two beautiful daughters, I had also met our Mr. Idham and last but not least, our Kak Elle's nephew was here too to pass the wonderful goodies his favourite Wak had sent me thru him...... These people, i had met for a few hours only....


Having our fellow blogger *ibu* n *ayah* at our home was a real pleasure. They r such a cute sweet couple... (kurusnya diaorang compared to halil n i hahahaha)..the forever laughing ibu... n the sweet smiling ayah make u wanna be warm towards them...a lovely couple indeed... memang depa pasangan comel ..ehem... kembang kejap akak hahahahahaah..by the way...sorry la.. the scrambled egg masa breakfast tu masin ...bila lagi nak makan telur masin yek? :0)


My kids were happy to have them there.....as usual, as they left the apartment area...hatice asked me in Turkish...

*will they forget us?*


Indeed each of our visitors from the homeland is precious to them....and to me (definitely)... and as for Halil, he is expanding his international ties as well as making new friends...


I still remember when we were in the car... Halil was driving. *Ayah* was sitting at the front seat while *ibu*, the kids n i were at the back seat...


Halil said... *Sabahaddin* (he was referring to my son) and the *ayah* responded ... well.. that is what u get when two people share almost the same name eh? :0)


......and to *ibu* and *ayah*...thank u for coming... Kalau ada terkurang layan tersilap bahasa... tersalah laku... harap dimaafkan...and u r in the record of the first blogger to see the *real Simah n family* up close n personal ... kutuk jangan tak kutuk! hahahhahahah...remember my pic of halil in the kitchen? hahahahahaha shhhhhhhhhhhh...we miss u both already la...


hopefully u will have a safe journey... all the hugs n kisses to all ur 3 heroes...! Pls do come again :0)


Will update this blog again tonight after Hatice's show...i am over excited even right now! heheheh anak punya school show..mak dia pulak yg terexcited....heheh..ala u all pun terexcited kan kan kan? i nak pi tengok baju apa nak pakai ni... iskh..ada ka baju lawa ni?




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HATİCE'S SCHOOL SHOW?

oh yup! it was over n done with... i had a great time! my daughter was wonderful too! I strongly suggest u all see it... it was long definitely but it was worth it!

and for u......i have spent hours n hours to prepare this one entry...

but that entry is not here... i think hatice's blog should have the glory of presenting her own pre school end of the year show...

and i hereby invite u ladies and gentleman to her own very blog....

at..

www.haticeveokul.blogspot.com

I'll see you there!

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Thee Shall be Remembered

Kerim n the children with photos of the honoured one on the backgroud...

It was wonderful to see the kids saying...

*bu dede... bu dede...bu dede*

(this is dede (grandpa..this s grandpa..this is grandpa)

The Grandchildren

Sabahaddin, Keremcan, Nur Hatice

Mehveş, Muyessa Yenge and Mahture Yenge

The 3 male siblings who was there... Selim couldnt make it due to his night lecture..

Halil, Kerim, Halim

The man being honoured... Baba..

whoever he maybe to some.. to me he is simply..baba..

Keng Bey... bu adam taniyor musun?

Evet.. Nevzat Bey...

The lady who cried...

Uskudar Belediye başkanı giving baba the plate n flowers..

When his one and only daughter was called upon to the stage to talk about him, she was basically trembling. Being an educator at a university with whom she had faced thousands of students over the years didnt helpat all. This is a special occasion.... She knew too that she would cry while talking about him. Having such a tender sweet heart that is rare... Even for a smple thing, her tears can flood the world.. and to talk on such a dear person at heart? I was expecting more than just simple flood! hahahahha...She was gracious.. she was polite.. she held herself very well... him proud to see her manarism..... proud to have a daughter like her... and at one point when she could take it no more... she cried in front of the audience... making most of the ladies in the hall (not me ... i was laughing at her heheheeh)... burst into tears!.. Well... now she is paying for it of course for she is non stop being teased by her siblings! hahahaha

And then the youngest son was called upon.... again, another nervous one. But he spoke well of him, impressing everyone at the way he spoke, at his word choice...of his description of him... the honoured one... Of course, The youngest son's son upon seeing his dad on stage, asked the mom's permission to go on stage as well... and so... 2 generations were on stage....one giving the speech... and one hoovering around , even making actions only kids do...but someone who bears the name of the honoured one....

I will put the video of their speeches later in my photo blog... next week perhaps... inşaAllah cd da gelecek size..... ama biraz vakit alır...kusurabakma..

What a night it was. It was a really nice night really..coz it was that night (Tuesday night) that the Uskudar Belediyesi (Uskudar Municipal Authority) decided to honour baba (my dad in law) by holding the Sabahattin Zaim Gecesi (Sabahattin Zaim Night) at the Uskudar Kültür Merkezi. It was a wonderful gesture on behalf of the belediyesi... to honour a man like that... We were also impressed by the Uskudar Belediye Başkanı for he was one very gentleman...who did not put *air* around for the position he holds...Çok effendi bir adam...maşaAllah..

Towards the end, there was the photo session... we all went to the stage of course... it was definitely nice particularly for the grandchildren to be around.. true they were tired coz it was so long and it was really late... hatice even fell asleep while watching while baddin ran all around the place (but he's the grandson of the honoured one..so nobody scolded him hehehe)... n keremcan was like....ne zaman bitecek? (when will this be over?)... but they stayed patient till the end.. i particularly wanted my kids to see their dede being honoured.. baddin may not remember it much.. but it should be an experience they should remember... ..

and what was i wearing?.. i think my costume was quite strikingly different from the rest of the people there because i was wearing our traditional dress (baju kurung) ..white n pink color.....

The last two weeks, they were happening weeks. This week is no less. I wont bore u with the details... but i am puffing still :0) As some of u may have known.. a fellow blogger *ibu* is here in istanbul for a meeting... she is also the one who is holding my asam *hostage* at the hilton hotel *wink*... insyaAllah... ibu n her sweetheart will be staying over at our humble place... that means from friday till sunday... i will be playing host...

And that same sunday, hatice will have the end of the year school show... she will be involved in several activities...

1. drama (turkish)

2. drama (english)

3. halk oyun (basically traditional dance)

4. choir...

she will also be saying something and something ..one in turkish... and one in english... i cant wait to see her show though i have seen all those when we practice at home..

Isteyenlar... pazar akşam saat 1900, Maltepe Coşkun Lisesi... davetlisınız...

That also means that i will be missing till Sunday from the net...will try to update on Monday...(if i have the strength hahaha)... i miss blog hopping..but these days...it is a luxury i cant really indulge myself in much...

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE!!

And yes! I am FİNALLY a LEgAL ResiDENt of Turkey! I cant say i am looking forward for the next renewal... But u know what? i was only 3 years late in my renewal.... there was one person who had not renewed the PR for 15 years! hahahhaa..... But looking at the process needed to renew the PR.. i dont blame that person... it is a nightmare!

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life as it is..

"A friend in need is a friend indeed"

This is such a common phrase about friendship..and such a true phrase it is.... I was in need of a friend today and that friend, despite the lack of time n too many things to do on that person's life, this one friend still took some time off to listen to my incoherent mumblings... U know who u r... Thank u dear friend... i owe u one :0) i think i am back to my senses n somehow logics (as if i got one hahaha)... :0) Alhamdulillah..i am lucky to have such a friend...


As i am sitting here typing....my kids r playing with each other... hatice with the fairy wings attached to her, her one holding a wand... hatice locking baddin with her legs n baddin trying to get away from his sister... so cute..so sweet masyaAllah...

I am also reminded of that day... a normal daily family life... It was after dinner... The kids were in the living room. Halil was on the bed reading the newspapers. I was in the kitchen, tidying up the kitchen after dinner. ... I was fasting that day... while waiting for my iftar time (break fast)...I decided to squeeze the fruit juice.. One for Hatice... one for Baddin and one for Halil... Fresh fruit juice should be drunk immediately.... Hatice... no problem... she could finish her juice without difficulty in less than 2 minutes.... baddin... he needed some coaxing... Halil? i saw his juice still on the table next to the bed... I went to baddin in the living room....and instructed in turkish...*baddin.. drink ur juice!*... "tamam anne" (ok anne) he replied.... then i went into the bedroom to check out on Halil..." tem...drink ur juice"...the same answer as baddin..he was still immersed in his newspaper reading..... .... baddin? he drank his juice..slowly .....halil? the third time i went into the bedroom... i deliberately made as much noise as possible... upon hearing my footsteps.. i heard the sound of the newspaper being closed n halil smilingly looked at me in a sweet naughty boy face who knew he was gonna be scolded and said... *içiyorum işte* (i am drinking) hahahahahahaha...

i apparently have 3 kids in this house... not just two...

but then.. as Mehveş once told Merve... (in turkish)

"if u wanna find someone to be ur life partner, find someone who is like ur halil dayı...someone who knows how to have fun and yet knows how to live seriously"

hehehehe kembangggggg halil kejap hahahah

And till Friday..instead of sweet dreams... i will be dreaming asam dreams hahahahahah... my asam stock from kak elle is finished but the next batch is already here residing in hilton right now.... cant wait to get my hands on my mo far kor very very very soon... yum yum... :0)

stories n pictures of my asam incorporated next week... this week is a happening week definitely!

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Sayang Anne

Today being Friday n Mıstık not in İstanbul made it necessary for baddin to skip his friday prayer...I was in the kitchen..cooking.... i went into the living room only to be told...

*anne lutfen gider mısın?*

(anne, can u please go)

That would only mean one thing.... he was up to something naughty. He didnt want me around. I went into the kitchen of course, curious... But hey! even a young kid needs a space of his own eh?... 5 minutes later, i quietly entered the living room again... only to find him..... like this...

sleeping ...
with his face n ears all red..
anak baba dia la katakan... cepat betul muka merah...

poor baddin..


last week n this week had been 2 very tiring weeks for me... i just simply forgot that whatever i did,wherever i went... i dragged him along too... there is a limit to how much a 5 year old can take...

Staying at home today, i am feeling xtremely tired as well... he no different..
unless he is sick, he practically never sleep during the day...
today is an exception.. he fell asleep at 1 pm... only to wake up at 4.30pm.. when hatice got back from school...these 2 weeks had taken their tolls on him...

yesterday i went to a shop.... the lady working in the shop noticed baddin... she asked me.. *bu sizin mı?* (is this urs?)...when i said yes... she looked at brown skin me and then she looked at the flaming red faced fair skin baddin... she didnt say anything... i left the shop to leave her with her own conclusions ..i stop to care about what people think of me...

ur choice..

am i a maid?

or am i a babysitter?

hahaha

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HAVE A NİCE WEEKEND EVERYONE!

Late entry..

Apologies for missing for quite some time...Rad.. Kak Queen.. i am still alive ..sayang jugak u kat i yek? :0)

Things have been hectic ever since last week... this week is no different...and who says a housewife is always free, eh?

It was yesterday when i recieved a sms from my bestbuddyever...

" I got this from my 2002 form 5...my buddy said... Sungguhlah terharu...she added... The message was like this...

*Happy Teacher's Day! Thank you because most of my happiest times were those spent in your class**

It was then i was reminded that most of my friends r celebrating the Teacher's Day with their students yesterday... True.. whenever i sms them... they r busy busy busy... true.. most of them r overburdened by other responsibilities next to their teaching job... true.. quite many r burnt out.. but to be able to recieve a message like this from a student (present or ex student)... u feel as if u have achieved something at least... something that will help u to carry on during those difficult times of dealing with ur duties as an educator.....to make a difference... that feels good! My bestbuddyever must be smiling non stop the whole day i presume!

I do not have a chance like that.. i am just a simple housewife.. But i feel so happy for my friends for at least trying to make a difference in a child's life by persuing this noble profession..

To all those teachers out there...

HAPPY BELATED TEACHER'S DAY!

on another note.... It was also yesterday, Halil and I had crossed the bridge to the other side of the continent.. to settle this never ending matter...

The first time we went there ... we went quite late (10am)... the que was far too long... we left without even achieving a single thing that day...

3 weeks later...

The second time, we learnt our lesson... we left the kids at Meşe at 6am... reached that place very early..and were the 3rd inque.. did we settle anything? Nope.. they had changed the policy where they demanded us to have our evlilik cuzdan as well...I couldnt describe my feelings then...

Only 3 weeks after that, Halil found the time to get our evlilik cuzdan ready...

2 weeks more waiting...

This third time...we left the kids at Mahture Yenge.. n later mıstık....Again.. we were the third in line... and guess what? They accepted all our papers.. and told us that the police would be coming to our house to take our statements....interviews etc..etc...

Well.. i told u what happened when the police guy came in one of my entries heheh.. i was scared as hell... Among the questions asked were....

1. Who usually come to ur house... my answer was -this zaim.. that zaim..this zaim..that zaim...zaim zaim zaim...hehehe

2. what is ur hubby's job? answer : educator...
3. What r his siblings' jobs? answer: educator educator educator hehehehehehehe

They called halil to the police staton later for answering the same questions... he went on the 25th of April..

and almost 3 weeks after that ... yesterday... we tried our luck again... ques after ques...counters after counters...finally the guy accepted the papers... we paid the fine n fees (1 301 YTL)... and later went to that one counter for the last submission..

After the countless trips...u would pray that that would be the last time that u would need to go there right? Wishful thinking of course... YUP... We will have to go there AGAİN to collect my renewed Permanent residentship book... until then..i am still an illegal resident hehehehheeheheheh

I will try to blog hop whenever possible..at least till i can breathe...

p.s.. am fasting these days.. posa ganti.. iftar (bukak puasa) is at 8.23pm.. like Rad said..*sapa suruh tak posa masa winterrrrrrr?* huwaaaaa padan muka sendiri heheh

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League's Champion

Dear Zaim Ladies..... dont kill me yet... dont boikot my blog yet heheheheh i am after all a neutral. U know i dont support any teams....i dont like football to begin with :0

Oh yeah..mother's day.... what a day.... what a night should i say??

Türks... R NUTS...They r NUTS about everything football. I mean if the zaim guys start talking about the matches.... they can talk for hours and hours...no other topic needs to be introduced. The weekend programs r also made so that the guys can watch the matches... that hatice always said... *uh baba..match match..match!*...*o haklı* (she's right)...

It just so happened that on the day at 7pm..there was the fenerbahçe vs trabzonspor match...u see the zaim men (except kerim) r supporters of Fenerbahçe.. while the ladies (except me)support Galatasaray

That night... that match was the match that would decide whether Fenerbahçe would be the league's champion.... and yup they did!! We were all watching the match at baba's. After the match we all rushed to the car and went straight home....

Coz u see.... If we didnt, we would be stuck in the traffic... after the match everybody who r Fenerbahçe supporters rushed to Bağdat Caddesı..that is where baba lives... along that rows of streets in bağdat caddesı towards Fenerbahçe stadium.... humans became ants.... too many..too crowded... everybody shouted....everybody pressed the honks of their cars...the last time i checked the tv at 1am.. people were like nuts shouting..singing... celebrating...u bet those living in bağdat caddesi didnt get their sleep that night hehehehe...

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p.s... the photos of halil n my kids were in my july 4 th entry last year..

Mother..

I promised them Burger King for dinner... and Burger king it was.

We were heading towards the nearest Burger King in our area... just as we were crossing the road in front of our apartment, i saw an older lady. Her face was clearly in pain. She was carrying at least 6 plastic bags containing fruits n veggies from pazar. They were clearly heavy. She had put them on the ground..her hand holding her back...she was grimacing in pain...

I voluntered to carry her things till her apartment door. She didnt know me but she consented. I was after all with two kids tagging along. I couldnt have been a thief could i? Hatice also took one of the plastic bags to carry.As we were walking, the lady was saying how grateful she was... praying for good things for me n my kids..as i kept saying..*estaghfirullah* repeatedly... her home was not far..only 100 metres from where we met..she was in fact our street neighbours...but such a simpleact of kindness, i think left her totally grateful... i was happy most when hatice particularly became so happy after helping the lady...hopefully one lesson learnt...to go good...

We continued walking towards our destination. ..Of course the anne just culdnt stop making a detour..into pazar hehehehe.. it was late... the pazar sellers would be ready to leave the pazar anyway... i dragged my kids to venture into the pazar street...the obediently complied...

What i saw saddened me. At the street where the sellers had left the pieces of fruits n veggies which were rotten or perhaps soggy to sell, a very very old lady was picking them up. I was stunned. I kept thinking, there i was trying to buy the best for my family..esp for my kids... and there was this lady...picking up the bits and pieces no one else wanted on the road...

Those two ladies.... who knows what their history r. I didnt ask...they most probably r somebody's mothers... just imagine.. if they r ur mothers... wouldnt u help?

U n i.. we came out of our mothers' wombs... a mother is someone who normally carried us for 9 months inside her tummy. ...My mother is thousands of kilometres away from me...yet she is alive... i can call her anytime... i can still hear her voice...but for my halil... it would be totally scary if his mom calls him from the other world....

Mother's day will be celebrated this Sunday.If u have a mother nearby.. celebrate it with her..dont wait till it is too late to celebrate that special person...

Here is a song written and sung by Halil... one of his songs written soon after his mother's death... in ode of Anne... after all these years... ur son still misses u very deeply...



HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY EVERYONE!

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Stubborness

Stubborness.

I still cannot decide whether that is a good trait or a bad trait. Just take my son baddin as an example.

Good Stubborness

If someone asks him..*how many burgers do u wanna eat?* If he says *2*... then, if u give him one burger, he will insist on 2. On the other hand, if u give him 3 burgers, he will give u back one burger. He said *2 burgers* and that's that. No less and no more.

Bad Stubborness

If he says, *i am not hungry*. No matter how u bribe him, threaten him, scold him, shout at him or even scream at the top of ur voice (believe me.. i tried)...he wont eat. I am not hungry means i am not hungry...

Take today for example.....

His sister, hatice came home from school. As usual, i gave her her dinner almost straight away. I prepared baddin's dinner as well. He insisted that he was not hungry. I threatened, i bribed..but he still insisted that he was not hungry. Stubborn.

And what did he do? HE WENT into the kitchen and took out chocolates from the drawer!!!! and he said he WAS NOT HUNGRY?

And guess what? he knew i would get angry, he brought 3 chocolates.. told me sweetly and politely that one was for his sister and one was for me... took a scissors n tried to open the package of the chocolate...

I confiscated all the chocolates...

I screamed... threatened him that he would only get his abur çubur after his dinner. *hayır. ben hala acıkmadım* (no, i am still not hungry.) he said stubbornly, looking straight at me. ...With the devil fanning my anger... i just couldnt control myself... my anger was too much... ..in the end, i deicded to put all the junk food into a bad and hide it at the upper level of the cupboard.

And what did he do?? He took a chair and stepped on the chair to reach the junk food! I thought I'd be smarter.. ı took the bag of junk food and sat on the couch in the living room while holding the bag. He came cryng to me... stubbornly trying to get his hands into the bag..to get his chocolate.. I couldnt hold him up for much longer. Yes.. he is a boy..but he has quite a strength..
I went to the bedroom to where halil was sleeping on the bed. Throw the bag next to halil n told baddin to take the chocolates from the bag if he dared... He did all the necessary tricks..crying..etc..etc.. very creative too...

After some time he calmed down...but i told him that if he did not eat at least 10 spoons of his dinner, he would be sleeping with his baba tonight. He stubbornly didnt believe me.

bed time came. Halil waited for him on his bed. .. halil got the hold of him... hugged him tight while he screamed...*anneme istiyorum* (i want my mom).....after some time...seeing that his baba's arms wouldnt let go and his strength was no match to his baba's... he said in turkish... *i will eat my dinner..let me go baba!*...

and he did.. trying to be sweet and intelligent looking as i spooned his dinner into his mouth.

And Yes.. he got to sleep with me... him holding his cat n dog toys..as i have his wolfie like dog toy under my head (sakit tengkuk laaa)

Ah baddin... her gun bu işi için.. benim gucum yetmiyor...

Yes..a father figure authority is definitely needed in things like this... discipline is too much for me...

And today we went to hatice's school to register baddin for his pre school education next term... we will be given a day and time for baddin to have his interview.. if he fails that interview, they wont accept him as a student.... and as for hatice, tomorrow (thursday), she will attend a test set for the pre school students..... she needs to pass the test in order to proceed into the first grade for next term...

Please pray for my kids :0)

am still having pain from my neck mucles... night time is the worst.. but am better now...

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Pagi pagi

This morning, Hatice woke me up. She said....

*Anne okul zamanı geldi mı?*
(Anne,is it time for school?)

I looked at my watch and saw the time was 6.10am. I told her to go back to bed. But she didnt. She went to the toilet and stayed there for quite some time...singing to her heart's content. When it was 7.30am, i woke up n told her to be prepared for school. I went to the living room and did some ironing while waiting for her. She was indeed taking her time to be readyd...singing and singing...

Then, I heard her chatting with baddin. I guess baddin had woken up to say *bye bye* to his sister..as he always do...

It was then, the bell of the apartment rang. I asked who it was. The answer was...

*çocuklar gelmiyor mu?*
(arent the children coming)

my answer was ..*geliyorlar...bir saniye* (they r coming..please wait a second) while i pressed the red button to allow entry to the apartment door..

I looked at my watch. It was 7.55am!!! I had read my watch wrongly.. one hour early wrong..!! ouch!

I opened the door and saw a panicked sleepy face özlem asking whether the school service had come. I confirmed and in the speed of light, she woke keremcan up and got him ready within 5 minutes. The school service hostess was in front of our door at that time. She was waiting for both of the kids. Haticce quickly tied her hair herself, wore her shoes and went to the school bus hostess' side. While waiting for keremcan to be ready, that sweet hostess lady was saying how sweet n how well behaved hatice in the school bus...etc...etc... it is obvious that she is fond of my daughter...and i know it for a fact that my daughter is indeed in love with this sweet young lady :0)

That is the good thing about hatice n keremcan's school service. If the needs arise..like today, they both were late, the hostess lady would come up till our front door to pick the kids up... on days when keremcan was not around, she would send hatice right till our front home door as well....if keremcan doesnt go to school on a day, i can request (thru the apartment speaker) for the hostess to come n pick hatice up from our front door (hatice is not allowed to go on the lift on her own)...

The kids r protected... There r some school buse service that i encountered that let the kids cross the street on their own. The service hostess doesnt bring the kids to the apartment door... If (Allah forbid)...someone decides to kidnap the kid, one can easily do so in between the kid walking out of the us service till the apartment door...I shudder to think that ...

The conclusion is.. both kids went to school without breakfast heheh..i suppose keremcan will buy something from the canteen during his break ..n hatice..well.. they do give mid morning snack in the mornings...

Just imagine.. next year... baddin will join the school bus... and the year after that, the twins will too.. there will be 5 zaim kids all in the same bus service... they will definitely dominate the bus service in the next 2 years!


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Allow me to share with u...

From the bottom of my heart, i thank you for lending me ur shoulder (in my precious entry).. now after ur insight, i think i am better prepared of what to do if the same thing happen to me again...

This weekend was one very painful weekend indeed... i had somehow strained my muscle and could not move my neck without having to wince... had to walk like a robot by just looking straight in front heheheh am much better though it still throbs like hell....

my sweet kids were sweet to me too this weekend... baddin was careful not to act his normal naughty crying baby self... he caused less problem too... and last night (sunday)i heard hatice asking her dad..

hatice: "baba,yarın okula gidiyor musun?" (r u going to school *university* tomorrow)

halil: "evet kızım" (yes, my daughter)

hatice: "ama yarın anne kim bakar?" (who will look after anne*mom* tomorrow?)

wahhhhhhhhhh...sejuk hati ibu mengandung..masyaAllah...

Dear blogging friends.... because u r all someone special, i wanna share with u these clips...a private insight of one of the zaim kids' activities during our last sapanca trip... please go to...

this blog

for the clips..just remember to pause the mariah carey song at the side bar before u attempt any listening of the clip... if u cant see it, email me n i will send u the adresses of these clips.

and remember the *agar agar* (seaweed jelly) that Kak Elle had sent to me thru rudi (see my 2 previous entries)?... well..upon hatice's request, i had made the green one using the jelly moulds that kak elle sent to me.. my kids love their agar agar plain... that was the reason why i didnt add any fruits or whatsoever... dah licin dah kak elle...hatice n i yg perabis heheheh cuma tinggal the japanese jelly... :0)

the agar agar packet..it is pre coloured green

The agar agar in the moulds

The agar agar out of the moulds.. baddin suka yg rose shaped tu.. i tak tengok shape..i telan ja hehehe hatice suka yg seashells shape

this is the shape made by the cake tin... tak cukup tempat utk mould tu..

budak budak ni makan agar agar in between homework break n bowling playing..

Nowit is time to clean my home... 3 hari tak kemas mcm sarang tebuan dah... berdebuuuu... with my painful neck lagi... huwaaaaaa wish me luck... !

love u guys loads!

P.s -latest news on hazia n ad (permission taken to announce this)

*Ad is on a wheelchair, slur speech, left half of body still cannot move. Senyap aje. Dia cuma jawap bila orang tanya e.g lapar ke,etc. He's on 6 mths medical leave & treatment. He'll be released earlier if he recovered earlier.*

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I Need ur Shoulder

There I was, at Pazar. I was standing in front of a particular fruit seller. There is a fruit that i like that he was selling that ı wanted to buy. But there was a crowd. A lot of people were buying something from the seller. I waited patiently and quietly behind a lady…for her to finish buying her fruits.. when suddenly another old lady next to the lady in front of me said… in turkish..

“oh how nice isnt it to be able to buy ur fruits and have a helper (pointing her fingers at me) to carry the things u buy”

I couldnt decide what to feel. Should i feel angry? Should i feel humiliated? Should i just ignore the lady and forgive her for her ignorance?

I chose to keep my silence. Physically, i was not that sloppy looking that day. I was wearing my jeans and my windbreaker. Just because my skin tone is darker..not white..does that mean that i am of a lower Standard? That i am only fit to work as a maid?...It wasnt enough that I was mistaken for a babysitter on those days when the children’s playground was a place i used to frequent..

When the lady in front of me said in turkish… * I dont know her (pointing at me)*..the lady who said i was a maid apologized… but still with a look that clearly said that she considered me as a lower level person…perhaps like a çingene..of a gypsy Standard….with a twitch on her mouth that was very irritating

oh helloooooooooo…. Do i look like a house helper to u? All because i am dark coloured??

I forgive her ignorance… she needs to educate herself… but that didnt take away this anger i feel inside… i would love to tell her… i am not who she thinks i am.. that my education is not low at all.. and that i am a queen in my own home…n i am a person not to be looked down upon… but looking at her..i knew deep down..saying anything at all was useless…

I kept my silence…
But this anger stays….

Dont get me wrong… i dont encounter this kind of treatment often.. very rare indeed… most turks r warm towards me…türks in general r very nice and warm people… some even stopped me while i was walking and asked me of my roots.. with a smiling face..with a hug…and sweet words like…*oh..canım benim*… ..Türks in general..love Malaysians… ..not all r ignorant..but this one encounter with this one lady…..makes me sad….

Yes... I am fat. True. I am coloured. But to be downgraded like that…it hurts…

Have a Nice Weekend Everyone!

Smileeeeeeeeeeeee

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Rudi Yang Comel

Rudi's favourite Auntie is now also one of my favourite kakaks......Not because she had sent this sweet looking bag thru Rudi yg comel....

or that because she made my daughter happy with the pencil case and cute baby princesses t-shirt...

or that she made my son happy with his spiderman stuffs..

or that she sent me agar agar powder complete with 3 sets of cute moulds
or that she sent me varieties of asam (preserved fruits) in which one of the packets i had demolished within less than 5 minutes..

or that she sent me the priceless sop soto spice complete with a beehun...

of CouRse I am grateful for all these stuffs :0)...

but i love her now coz the thoughts of even sending me anything (a total stranger) whom she has never known or met except for my blog in which i can lie n people wont even know ...right?)...

THAT made her so priceless!!

Thank you KAK ELLE!!

and Thank You Rudi!

Jasamu dikenang

So many things had threatened this meeting with Rudi.It all started when Halil said that he needed to go to the university on wednesday (he said he would be free). Then,his knee was acting up again on tuesday evening, resulting him to limp painfully with the walking stick in one hand...But upon "discussions n persuasions", we decided to meet at the Taksim Square at 5pm coz Rudi's staying hotel was near there. ...Meaning.... Halil would come from the uni (in europe)... and i...... i would have to go to hatice's school,pick her up early and head to taksim with the kids..we live in asia by the way...

And guess what??? I woke up on wednesday morning with the sky all cloudy n the road all wet... an indication that the weather forecast was right... huwaaaaaaaaaaa...when i asked halil thru YM of the weather at the other side of the bridge.. he said... it was raining cats n dogs....

I was actually dreading the journey to hatice's school.... at least 40 minutes on the mini bus.. 10 minutes walk to her school.. picking up hatice....another 10 minutes walk to the mini bus...then change of bus to taksim....and on top of that..it was raining at that time!! We left our home at 130pm...

Alhamdulillah... Allah had sent me an angel under the name of Kerim (my bro in law)... we bumped into him as we were coming out of the apartment block...he offered to send us to Hatice's school.. he was also the one who offered to bring us to the minibus (dolmuş) stop for taksim......u bet i was relieved!!one dreaded journey saved...

The traffic to taksim.... to cross the bridge was horrifying....but we made it there in the end around 4.20pm...still raining...we walked around under the rain..but the kids were hungry... i fed them food at one of the restaurants.... we later walked and walked under the rain....freezing....

And what do u know? Halil got stuck in the traffic jam ...and instead of 5pm...he reached taksim by 6!! huwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ....the kids were getting restless... they were cold...we ran out of shops to go into..i bribed them sundaes at burger king later even...they were getting exhausted n bored...

The kids were full..i was hungry... i told halil to pick rudi up from the hotel while the kids n i waited at a restaurant called *Pehlivan*. And later... one good looking sweet smiling guy came to us.....Yup! Rudi was finally here.....!!!

We didnt bring Rudi to a Kebap shop coz we thought that his stomach may not be able to take turkish food yet.. and so Pehlivan (upon Selim's reccomendation-our first time there too) was the obvious choice coz they have varieties of turkish food for Rudi to choose from which he may be able to stomach...We ate.... chatted and later we parted ways.........rudi will be here today n fly to dubai tomorrow morning. He is lucky today coz the weather is quite sunny....

Halil explaining the turkish food for rudi to choose from..

Rudi n his food... suprise suprise.. he liked Ayran (a turkish drink made from yogurt, water and salt)

Arent they cute together?

Rudi with my kids...

dear Rudi.. hatice is pronounced (hatije) hehehe baddin he could pronounce..

Rudi with halil, hatice and baddin

Rudi with my family..

From the bottom of our hearts.... we thank Rudi for wanting to meet us... kalau ada terkurang layanan tu... harap dimaafkan...i am also grateful to my kids for being able to endure the long hours even though they were exhausted at that time...

I dragged them all that way to see Rudi..not because i wanna show off my kids...my only sincere intention is for them to get acquainted to the people from my roots...and this chance comes sooo rarely

and Kak Elle....words cannot describe my feelings as i munch on my asam hehehehe

THANK YOU

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