tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87493307335948385652024-03-23T20:23:07.729+02:00TQOMH (old)simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-80313101554620215572008-04-22T14:58:00.021+02:002008-12-13T10:06:47.939+02:00Cravings...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyyNlau31gpCKIQ4YD3jbnwwE_tKUQ4q700BrMqpbPKpmfMLskw45cS2MQpdrSfMMzddfVuiCunB1Vqtq3WkL2cOm7cFWVDgkCgFWilJ7YXWvi8t2rLTl-ZSj5kTe041EdcMn0DL_qarI/s1600-h/08_SUPERSTAR_s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192088941514386178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyyNlau31gpCKIQ4YD3jbnwwE_tKUQ4q700BrMqpbPKpmfMLskw45cS2MQpdrSfMMzddfVuiCunB1Vqtq3WkL2cOm7cFWVDgkCgFWilJ7YXWvi8t2rLTl-ZSj5kTe041EdcMn0DL_qarI/s400/08_SUPERSTAR_s.jpg" border="0" /></a> Famous Amos cookies...<br /><div align="center">my beloved still cannot understand why everytime i pass a famous amos cookies stall..</div><div align="center">i just have to buy it.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">To him (which i secretly agree)...to pay that much money for a small amount of cookies is a waste of money! After all.... there r loads of cookies by eti or Ülker which taste just as nice (or even better)...so why WASTE???</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5WTpaM0evfpYxjbOWAaWjnsCYoQRIERa-Jk8x-HfD-tBFxEMJ3QMnwwL7slf8sTRJDvvmHA63Q0EUvo-QaGZjGvxQkyrydnXrpKpXBmyFUBlF4eAe7qMCrZic4N3_AJS4E5oW5Re6WXJX/s1600-h/08_SUPERSTAR_s.jpg"></a>But thatz d thing isnt it...memory... the sense of de ja vu is a powerful thing indeed...</div><br /><div align="center">when i was still studying at the university....everytime i passed the famous amos cookies... i simply had to have it! The smell as u passed by the freshly baked cookies... awwwwwww... for a chocolate cookies lover like me... i just couldnt resist!</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">After i reached Turkey... i was also deprieved of one of my fav drinks...<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeq4FTqqMxZUJgB5dklAm72Aj97tJHYu3MY7nM1MIOYs80IL2tqCZq4ZUil6F_5Tknq7kOP7VhBDQilwKw3MLZSrc4xjWcRIKmo9-27lgry3NAoLJGQtHKEgBvwiMWhrCgvRvXFbKsCXh/s1600-h/DR8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192081747444165346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeq4FTqqMxZUJgB5dklAm72Aj97tJHYu3MY7nM1MIOYs80IL2tqCZq4ZUil6F_5Tknq7kOP7VhBDQilwKw3MLZSrc4xjWcRIKmo9-27lgry3NAoLJGQtHKEgBvwiMWhrCgvRvXFbKsCXh/s400/DR8.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yes... the black current Ribena....Years of looking... Ribena was no where to be found....</div><br /><div align="center">and so early this year when cappy introduced....<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090925789276962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAHiRFZbC-BrOOYZdYfn9Q7VcBkQfxwxG7lVYKFalGXezC2WC2pgPfj0PRRYoefnenOpVdr37J_KqeEPxq-DfvLgPIsoVG5MfkE4iyLdQaVHLAhRRyYigFWx3Ej_Bi7Or3x14Jfpg7gdQ/s400/DSCN3945.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6rOncr5qFiadBawLlY9AGzxhyAVhiibBXhC86gJdQPrKKNjdf4-neI781wsIyaB-QV_JKC7WZaFTRFBbQEqqIQNolTciBidaG48kJnbbD-axXHlbIu9_0wH2Q7I7BIzoe0vPvlZeIkQN/s1600-h/DSCN3945.JPG"></a>this mixed fruit juice...i was smiling from ears to ears... Yes...the dominant taste was d black current... though no one in my family like it... i just simply love it!! A reminiscent of ribena...right in front of my doorstep :0)<br /><br />The same with *air asam jawa* (dried salty plum..added with water...sugar...with ice... heavenly for the hot malaysian weather)... Naturally.. there is no such thing as asam jawa drink... the dried plum in turkey rdefinitely not salty! :0) ..<br /><br />and so as a substitute...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVmjUA1tcJQMV9ISK3unZQEJvz_IY0fry4pzz5w_SbB2TUI6vscuNOXvFwwGYSfSfBk7rwWnjdIGx4QKJIEoGeMNOAZ0si-1FeSDgcU8k0jZYcuVmQ5wraHQlqxUt3znxMMWgTA1njvX0/s1600-h/DSCN3944.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192080957170182850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVmjUA1tcJQMV9ISK3unZQEJvz_IY0fry4pzz5w_SbB2TUI6vscuNOXvFwwGYSfSfBk7rwWnjdIGx4QKJIEoGeMNOAZ0si-1FeSDgcU8k0jZYcuVmQ5wraHQlqxUt3znxMMWgTA1njvX0/s400/DSCN3944.JPG" border="0" /></a> this sour cherry juice drink... with ice...it is fantastic!!!<br /><br />Today...as our street was scheduled to have power dstruption between 1200 till 1400...<br />i decided to escape my home... and had set a date with a fellow singaporean living in istanbul...<br />for.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLV8xPhzT9xxVK0O1ca74u0V2TbMQmJ3ZpNxJ-qo46L7OT29NAe9DrZnoLsdVkHT0DYcw4DuYZrWlFPZHeryKIr_iHXoiiTvRXlHd6ddHstLSg3ktDm0pyV5Uxlqau76qp0tMviOQ28XO9/s1600-h/DSCN4241.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192072496084609714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLV8xPhzT9xxVK0O1ca74u0V2TbMQmJ3ZpNxJ-qo46L7OT29NAe9DrZnoLsdVkHT0DYcw4DuYZrWlFPZHeryKIr_iHXoiiTvRXlHd6ddHstLSg3ktDm0pyV5Uxlqau76qp0tMviOQ28XO9/s400/DSCN4241.JPG" border="0" /></a>no connection with the date... just wanna show u my fav view in the ferry while crossing the continent today....<br /><br />ok..ok... back to the date....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4xBP7mc9eTY8OmeZGlOcnjyTMoS8FRosWqRxJct-3Ez0sik6_z4Sat1neBkwtPkrHZ9kp0wItUGtb0h2YFDp6sloEW0H3Cv3kZQsUGZKI-f6gTFeLQm7JpR-NYSVCfR2c4RNDmKA1Zlw/s1600-h/DSCN4243.JPG"></a>An indian restaurant in taksim square...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWIapBtUoF9i9CpsEcUKeDDweeMzm6nQwJmz9MnMzIuFRJnIP57h08Iuw2-9eNA1LF3pFKC-npqn5ZG9B3ClE0nwNj__auSptAYfk96LAxeYSVKLskaKWZ8GYwf_F5uix7H68ZLLFGJVf2/s1600-h/DSCN4242.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192113062050720562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb0_PcejgJOuePA7uFcTq8wLJXHd7rsHg9jv7ZH0sOibu9IxLRc_KShV50n_U2wr_wTuLeW8HqqskQKCbhoMT9eQIHu15wgr2M1XD512yTP9NMh0uhvSLUOBAmOAiu85bjU3qfk2LIxr71/s400/DSCN4242.JPG" border="0" />a lunch date with fana..thanks fana for lunch...!!<br /><br />The next time.. it will be on me, ok?Hari ni akak bankrupt hahahahha... but that minyak cap kapak... insyaAllah... :0)<br /><br />We had buryani rice with 2 spicy indian dishes...(u can ask for not spicy as well) as well as samosa (that we gulped already hahaha)<br /><br />and left n right... for the first time in my life living in istanbul..i see sooo many indians!! hahahah<br /><br />this is the addy for the restaurant if u istanbulites r interested...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.musafirindian.com/eng/eng.htm">http://www.musafirindian.com/eng/eng.htm</a><br /><br /><br />Yum yum!<br /><br />I have not eaten real indian food for ages...!!<br /><br />Jadi berbaloi la kan baling baddin pi sekolah hari ni?? hahahaha mak bertuah betul...!!!<br />tapi in my defence la kan... esok n lusa school holiday... lagipun pagi pagi i siap nebulised kan dia dah....takkan this week ponteng sekolah one week kot kan???<br />:0)<br /><br />Oh yeah... back to d kids...<br /><br />simah..over n out for the week...got things to do...see ya!<br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time.. </div></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-18796912292984966832008-04-20T20:14:00.016+02:002008-12-13T10:06:50.482+02:00A Sunny day at İTO..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsJ9xB_rNfJP565zmNpCayLvDREmd5N5i8MUolUg1crqL179wroXylspnwZCsm4Cyf1-Hq0ZudYes-xmvGL-DWAQOwJ57f34kd6AX_DeyTiXZcpff1Kt3T9104PmkvzigyZGuMNSxKMmk/s1600-h/DSCN4214.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191413567769703650" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPizM_rOwbr3psncGf-fN0D6fr6WpqaPVa2SOw7lfxYIxXZ66sWFx59c5iEgCRoD4WW5iyPCbrgbzq45o4CRcIZapmTrTknJPpxG3FSELvS3F8_xa254oI8vl7YEyyUujGroGDlH9U5n9g/s400/DSCN4232.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGfZhzrZh-hFL6wEWkA_05kdna62U8hF1sFrO1jye4H81Cqe3u4wWMXz-MXijMBr14uDNY3tS71rUtSlxxsDCPHNGma8x-tcrCbI2wDgC9H-Nn8StLqdXGsLWjuDJCfqlw6JXra1rbq0o/s1600-h/DSCN4237.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191393312703935442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGfZhzrZh-hFL6wEWkA_05kdna62U8hF1sFrO1jye4H81Cqe3u4wWMXz-MXijMBr14uDNY3tS71rUtSlxxsDCPHNGma8x-tcrCbI2wDgC9H-Nn8StLqdXGsLWjuDJCfqlw6JXra1rbq0o/s400/DSCN4237.JPG" border="0" /></a> THANK YOU for today... i had a nice day...See?? it is not difficult to have romantic pics eh? I am glad 3 romantic family photos were snapped today (by 3 different cameras)..</div><br /><div align="center">Selim.... practise on ur smile please!!!!! :0)<br /></div><br /><div align="center">i am soooooo tiredddd(and people- say weekends r supposed to be day off)</div><br /><br /><div align="center">i owe people blog hopping big time! sorry....</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Now..people...please!!..allow me time to analyse n hug n kiss my flight ticket!! hahahah<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-10201780511778684132008-04-18T21:37:00.009+02:002008-04-18T22:19:18.434+02:00My mumbling tonite...I make it a routine for my kids to listen to Yaasin almost every nite on the mp3 ...esp after the grandpa died... it helped them on the road to recovery a lot....taking turns on who will listen first every nite...<br /><br />But tonite... baddin begged me.....<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*anne... bu akşam dinlenmessak?*</span><br />Anne... can i not listen to it tonight?<br /><br />I softly said in turkish...<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*But baddin... u know that ur soul needs eating... physically u have eaten... but what about ur soul? Do u want ur soul to be hungry?*</span><br /><br />Contemplating on what to say next... he softly agreed with my points and took the headphone from my hand...<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*Ama anne... xxxx doesnt listen to yaasin....xxxx's soul must be hungry then?*</span><br /><br />hmmmm...he has a thinking mind indeed....i am glad...<br /><br />and a very typical trait of Sabahaddin...(just like the grandpa who shared the name).....very careful of the goodness of his health....his dad just told him a few days ago that enginar (artichoke) is very good for health....to help him run faster (he is fanatic about running)... so now he kept asking me to cook him enginar!! hahaha<br /><br />I called home today as well...2 days later will be my dad's birthday... i just hope i wont forget to call him then (as i keep forgetting every year! hahahaha..anak bertuah!!)..when i asked my mom to ask my dad what he wants from turkey.... he replied from far....<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*I dont want anything... just come home!*</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span><br />Ah...so typical of my dad.... i thought of giving him a silver ring...to be given to him when we meet face to face....my mom is already giving her orders of what she wants... alahaii... lemah lutut! hahaha....boleh cancel tak balik mesia?? *wink*<br /><br />Forgive me for talking too much of going home... i must be boring u with my mumbling... it is only that i dont get to go home often... n when i do have the chance... it is a big happening in my life... so bear with me ey?<br />*****************<br /><br />I havent got the chance to read baba's autobiography in full...... but i did read the part when he talked about his family...well... specifically of..my beloved, my kids n myself naturally... curious of what he had to say...<br /><br />What i discover is this....<br /><br />**** he talked about how halil approached him unexpectedly about our love... i think i had written an entry on it during summer 2007...as for our wedding in malaysia... he mentioned something about my parents as warm people esp with visitors...about our wedding...<br /><br />****he talked about hatice.... mentioning about me breastfeeding her...(no bottle for her)..which somehow was a big deal for him...he mentioned about how beautiful her eye lashes r...of what a fluent speaker she is... of how she is able to read several Quranic verses with the mother as the teacher... i think he was proud of that fact...<br /><br />*****he talked about baddin....about how he felt honoured that my beloved and i decided to name our son, his name... and i was actually smiling hen he introduced baddin as *zeynel sabahaddin*... even though my son's name is only *sabahaddin*..... baba was trying to be fair... my dad's name is *zainal*...in which in Turkish it is *zeynel*... so as to be fair..he had put my dad's name too in the printing... again he talked about my son being fully breast fed...well...i think i had breast fed both my kids for 5 years in total non stop!!<br /><br />****he also talked about my beloved... i think he was really proud that during the intensive training at the military service, my beloved got first place in the exams...<br /><br />i am not really emotionally ready to read the whole book..i am sure i can understand the book quite well despite my not so good turkish......i am just not ready....i will one day... just not yet...as for now... i just look at the pictures...<br /><br />but what i dont understand on one thing is... after completing his ph.D.. he was offered the visiting scholar status by both cornell university and harvard university... and he decided on cornell....by prestige... i think harvard is much more prestigious... but he decided to go to cornell...it doesnt make much difference anyway i suppose... he turned out to be one of the most prestigeous professors in Turkey anyway... be it cornell or harvard...<br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-31664924589801140292008-04-16T20:42:00.015+02:002008-12-13T10:06:52.628+02:00In loving memory...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHL8oPvMwS9OLUzu5kcpMTV4CtP-3Y8cGgYMPJzshgWmgDUw1autYZrOR0m7KkwSYC_yF9UQS128x4GD2g0npIkLCBHjzHYOThutQ03aY6eUghd7ARuh6x1NIkrSETNXNuQEtbT0ma6lh/s1600-h/DSCN4191.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189922186754676514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHL8oPvMwS9OLUzu5kcpMTV4CtP-3Y8cGgYMPJzshgWmgDUw1autYZrOR0m7KkwSYC_yF9UQS128x4GD2g0npIkLCBHjzHYOThutQ03aY6eUghd7ARuh6x1NIkrSETNXNuQEtbT0ma6lh/s400/DSCN4191.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kerim was giving meşe something.... was that a book?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoafnXVDDY0HWiZ4l0kJYaseqx5m_BrHxsZ9zKh5BLnhhEPj9G9pQ1hsmdZ-CrjYUgcF_R1FfZgcYk9P4zjt4ZnYAiz-bYeer_Kbu7b07KbW_CV_HBdu077Vo1YPiY6rQj34eayRB8CXd/s1600-h/DSCN4192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189921344941086466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoafnXVDDY0HWiZ4l0kJYaseqx5m_BrHxsZ9zKh5BLnhhEPj9G9pQ1hsmdZ-CrjYUgcF_R1FfZgcYk9P4zjt4ZnYAiz-bYeer_Kbu7b07KbW_CV_HBdu077Vo1YPiY6rQj34eayRB8CXd/s400/DSCN4192.JPG" border="0" /></a>Meşe was so busy concentrating on the task at hand...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189921774437816082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnXzt9q1I-I_F2hUjxaDmuEVUxRrnbGpCUo6pebOAejskeDhLym_sUp_6oeaIIh9JaNCQLt0qClq0Y-FFEJCdcCZFwt5Hm2Jdw94i9AY2UCVp9u9iHH6dRjjlDhjU7I5BNw2eLM8_-0Jq/s400/DSCN4193.JPG" border="0" /> Yup..i think thatz a book...each person holding one book...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzilsNk6XgHAGZ1T4qbr9h9_JeLRjvDpAHNbx-QHLk78RiaabFzwx0ng76xVFgBGaTdbECm2kertJYvfGIkaS06JvWhO2h_6oL2qWw4mNls5lKFKzGJEjV1nllXsVCNY38s4F3k21oDBN/s1600-h/DSCN4194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189919730033383138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzilsNk6XgHAGZ1T4qbr9h9_JeLRjvDpAHNbx-QHLk78RiaabFzwx0ng76xVFgBGaTdbECm2kertJYvfGIkaS06JvWhO2h_6oL2qWw4mNls5lKFKzGJEjV1nllXsVCNY38s4F3k21oDBN/s400/DSCN4194.JPG" border="0" /></a>But whatz so special about it? Even halim n özlem were full concentrating...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivICe_EG-vbfShBSUZ5ZKEJMnxiw2aQxYoZ-xT_mLKn-3dwe36RcoF9wjOgl7vwKp_DdIykfYxw7lfazhO_W4Fzfgqtu0F4RJgGui6e-E6Z-x25iJjpG-IRrEAD-2jYTLx3wmXp8a0tuM7/s1600-h/DSCN4195.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189918939759400658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivICe_EG-vbfShBSUZ5ZKEJMnxiw2aQxYoZ-xT_mLKn-3dwe36RcoF9wjOgl7vwKp_DdIykfYxw7lfazhO_W4Fzfgqtu0F4RJgGui6e-E6Z-x25iJjpG-IRrEAD-2jYTLx3wmXp8a0tuM7/s400/DSCN4195.JPG" border="0" /></a>Meşe n kerim talking to each other...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylQdTcnxUIBZwGZXcD_P9uM2kTA4voEjb-S881PH6wGmujUdYv6oCGHy7opfx9BNpFmWH_1sJSUHb9cXibDpqEiK_lr6xANwUDKPdZyeI9Cek4nLXeZA1xYjBujm2c9UqgZbRx1nGhphZ/s1600-h/DSCN4197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189917943326987970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylQdTcnxUIBZwGZXcD_P9uM2kTA4voEjb-S881PH6wGmujUdYv6oCGHy7opfx9BNpFmWH_1sJSUHb9cXibDpqEiK_lr6xANwUDKPdZyeI9Cek4nLXeZA1xYjBujm2c9UqgZbRx1nGhphZ/s400/DSCN4197.JPG" border="0" /></a>Meşe crying??<br /><br />I think it is only naturally coz....<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwp7D4vGHx3kWufrPpDvIhR30sLHvzyFD23feFWTWTkzNvqbjz3Hbkqm3MG9dq3MoXNYSGSiyvFlpIDX0GGmV-TAVPn5B2XZpiHXTs7vsunwuGP4H2gzPJ_77iOQ0uuG2itom9LJsK7Dw/s1600-h/DSCN4198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189917488060454578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwp7D4vGHx3kWufrPpDvIhR30sLHvzyFD23feFWTWTkzNvqbjz3Hbkqm3MG9dq3MoXNYSGSiyvFlpIDX0GGmV-TAVPn5B2XZpiHXTs7vsunwuGP4H2gzPJ_77iOQ0uuG2itom9LJsK7Dw/s400/DSCN4198.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sabahattin Zaim</div><div>1926-2007</div><div>Bir Ömrun Hikayesi</div><div>(One life story)..</div><div></div><div>Finally..... baba's autobiography is ready...</div><div>the very much awaited book for many...</div><div>It is not out yet for the public...soon i assume it will...</div><div>too bad baba is not here to sign the book himself...</div><div>and for each person in this family... at one point of time today...alone or with someone else...including myself...must have shed a tear or two...</div><div>in loving memory of the one so dear to the heart...</div><div>the one i call...</div><div>baba<br /></div><div>May peace be upon you</div><div> </div><div>u can go to...</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.sabahattinzaim.org/">www.sabahattinzaim.org</a></div><div> </div><div>if u wanna see a website made by halim (baba's 3rd son) for him..</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdomn9BV1kkxstvLxgwU9P7UXTFxmMe2RDx2xZogH4V1-EntizbJZTVtBJtYBBlwoKxkMOmkGSzGBbTRLiKwKa_yXg6RcbzCV_1_-NoFebjUk1mjHDyB6C1Io070hK_gYGCzmFJKgrhwj/s1600-h/DSCN4200.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189916581822355106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdomn9BV1kkxstvLxgwU9P7UXTFxmMe2RDx2xZogH4V1-EntizbJZTVtBJtYBBlwoKxkMOmkGSzGBbTRLiKwKa_yXg6RcbzCV_1_-NoFebjUk1mjHDyB6C1Io070hK_gYGCzmFJKgrhwj/s400/DSCN4200.JPG" border="0" /></a> the first piece (the inside part)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmbTjsY6K1HJ4F_ep6vgePMaEWl0B6Xb0A3Nepyr2xOLlcvxdpUEdykyLFxHtgopk6CpY_M2zM23tbYAWwMmLSsWAtT1v3p4pj9XsQEPlV5_lM7ifY9YPHiJBgIRiflLvlzJKsntycSMx/s1600-h/DSCN4201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189915984821900946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmbTjsY6K1HJ4F_ep6vgePMaEWl0B6Xb0A3Nepyr2xOLlcvxdpUEdykyLFxHtgopk6CpY_M2zM23tbYAWwMmLSsWAtT1v3p4pj9XsQEPlV5_lM7ifY9YPHiJBgIRiflLvlzJKsntycSMx/s400/DSCN4201.JPG" border="0" /></a> the second piece (the outer part)</div><div></div><div><br />I have also finally picked up the dress i bought to be worn at my sis' wedding...<br />it doesnt look too good in the picture i am afraid... it is not white as i thought... it is acrue..or is it cream?..the two colors r just the same to me! hehehe<br />it is a 2 piece type of clothing...it is simple and yet in my personal opinion...elegant... ladylike...<br />but i cant say it will still be elegant after i wear it though...u will have to judge it once i wear it at my sis wedding! Still..i love it so much! after all... i wont get a chance to buy this type of clothing often...just once a wedding! :0)<br /><br />I have a pounding headache... the comments in my previous entry... can i asnwer them a bit later? i am sooo in need of a bath... been out the whole day...the bed is the only place i wanna be...cant though.... thousands of things to do right now.. dont we all eh?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div></div></div><br /></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-23720637873357323852008-04-13T20:06:00.010+02:002008-12-13T10:06:54.066+02:00Love me tender...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVI79xZ1mox5P-AHEwp3ogy2pVhTEwLE7f4pgEN4i7p8SU5kX8XSlm6lUdbGTAtsaFQ-tsNG0glSWYOnh4oFkstiKzxaEus5Hskp_GjCmz40cD22jyvDMIlm8dWiRpKG2I7Q_9jp0c2KgN/s1600-h/DSCN4152.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188804490235369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVI79xZ1mox5P-AHEwp3ogy2pVhTEwLE7f4pgEN4i7p8SU5kX8XSlm6lUdbGTAtsaFQ-tsNG0glSWYOnh4oFkstiKzxaEus5Hskp_GjCmz40cD22jyvDMIlm8dWiRpKG2I7Q_9jp0c2KgN/s400/DSCN4152.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5VqC2mpGTB12xVU2eUMu923kDhFT1tT5TuJkRq-Yu5jIvZF2tCaojqKspomTjxSR6KlIoTi62mYKw8jOQJli32gGoF9-lutC2NgjyNtun2KnlOjcFaZWKYR9YuHAJVM9pxtbeLNlrdRV/s1600-h/DSCN4153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188803940479555186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5VqC2mpGTB12xVU2eUMu923kDhFT1tT5TuJkRq-Yu5jIvZF2tCaojqKspomTjxSR6KlIoTi62mYKw8jOQJli32gGoF9-lutC2NgjyNtun2KnlOjcFaZWKYR9YuHAJVM9pxtbeLNlrdRV/s400/DSCN4153.JPG" border="0" /></a>I guess it doesnt matter how old you are....when u r feeling not well...all u need is a loving tender care of the one most cherished for you...</div><div align="center">While Afife teyze was wheeled into her room after the operation..in her disoriented state..she called for her deceased mom...</div><div align="center">When hatice n baddin got sick last week days..both kept asking me to hug them non stop...almost putting household chores to a halt...</div><div align="center">when my beloved felt/feel not well... he too seek the loving and tender care of his love...asking me to hold his hands as i softly play with his hair while i occasionally kiss his cheeks....</div><div align="center">Love is what one needs ...always...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">After baddin's birthday... virus was active in this home... Saturday, both kids were sort of sick... baddin had fever on monday...his flu continued still...Hatice woke up with high fever on Thursday and Friday... Only when we started the antibiotics did she start to recover...That nite...my beloved followed suit...he even went to Bursa to give the lecture there only to dscover that by 11 am.. his energy was all used up n he decided to go home to istanbul.....he is still not well.....it is a rush here and there for one week... i myself am in danger of catching the virus...but since i think i have the best defence system in this family (masyaAllah)... i am hoping that at least... let them all recover before i can afford to get sick...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">THus...<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;">forgive me if i CANNOT blog hop anywhere</span>... not now as yet...i have my family to attend to...i still couldnt pick up my dress from tekbir shop at the other side of the bridge for my sister's wedding... but u know what? by chance...while my beloved attended a meeting ...he left the kids n i at a shopping area where prices r cool and choices r great ..and we found...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73Ia5MnDONndrdMr_EPgmd2xXoz16t6c2pzi_SWKRHmG0sZw7QSTNFVUgPwFN0mDKYIUGb6Ta2JmW9g1BzZYaL1Qlv_i0kK4KEDS5wRAf99e4dbK1YIs4XOBf9hr6pR9a9qVZvfD5LCuB/s1600-h/DSCN4163.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188800736433952306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73Ia5MnDONndrdMr_EPgmd2xXoz16t6c2pzi_SWKRHmG0sZw7QSTNFVUgPwFN0mDKYIUGb6Ta2JmW9g1BzZYaL1Qlv_i0kK4KEDS5wRAf99e4dbK1YIs4XOBf9hr6pR9a9qVZvfD5LCuB/s400/DSCN4163.JPG" border="0" /></a>Gold coloured shiny shoes for her... (it doesnt look too good here but it is gorgeous!)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZJVmWn2rtKMxixPdCs79rC6cC6sl308pAcAaDVKxS3Jk8-IYp9fxbj5HbZeOwdSLMFbwmYdTkxVCoe-jyv2EeWV8f9EEPmAXA_Ifk77SqM5mFPjF5yaBapgMSCaullMhcfLLjP7LK9Lz/s1600-h/DSCN4162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188793404924778018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZJVmWn2rtKMxixPdCs79rC6cC6sl308pAcAaDVKxS3Jk8-IYp9fxbj5HbZeOwdSLMFbwmYdTkxVCoe-jyv2EeWV8f9EEPmAXA_Ifk77SqM5mFPjF5yaBapgMSCaullMhcfLLjP7LK9Lz/s400/DSCN4162.JPG" border="0" /></a> Proper shoes for him...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188802802313221714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aR2vo889B6YnSiQpnYyT8VIJGIJsetxR0qv2rq5f0nlcrSqhth127bDJ1PxfZufEwEIUqA1vxB3uHdI9Hzs_S93Nwj0L60_CkH0MDSpj1oJv5EKM9gVQzLoR9hVdL21KyKR1L4bATvLn/s400/DSCN4155.JPG" border="0" /> A suit for him....Perfect for a little gentleman :0)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188801208880354882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qy6R-xxgNdCTCp7yeJl0w9GZIV9rheLt2vGwp84zkW7A6VoH_-Vb7TptCuh9WCLDRGDz7rlsOD7ZfUNtW3Qs_3Un4InInjHSQwb1XJt5LdwG_erovL-tDPEsvcoEvePfm7V3n5uaZLdx/s400/DSCN4156.JPG" border="0" /> But of course...for my sister's wedding... meşe hala has promised to buy him a short sleeve white shirt to wear for the wedding in Malaysia (long sleeve for Malaysia?? i am not that crazy!)... the short sleeve shirt is not in season yet :0) Yes...pink tie! hahahah Hey wanted it!! Truly his daddy's son! I love it when my beloved wears pink shirt :0)</div><div> </div><div>and what will my dear princess wear???</div><div>Her very own personal choice....her dream dress...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188803270464656994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14BP2KKIB7Vtxq8pgm_nYW0uc1TnavQ88UaP5OiEOsdVYuQxKM-UNX8ljOrXC-MuP8cuXtP5f4oTSzRGLG_1KP9ssB5v-pXywE0cnY1tWh3xhvY3yFY9UFLCPs52-BgVCYsgPq-LWEDuq/s400/FSCN4160.JPG" border="0" />What do u think? Doesnt she look sweet???</div><div>Now i need to find accessories for her to wear.... gold in color naturally!</div><div> </div><div>Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div></div></div></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-68459665387365923632008-04-09T13:33:00.029+02:002008-12-13T10:06:54.595+02:00Stronger woman...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_1TLtI3H4Si8xb_stb5KrQ6BcKfT9a7aXswtDrBGHGUEjpFayvtlSPMihXviTJ37Tk8hEPF4ThCYMGetUUlIniBLfEiHGdICISdQeayA9zV7BZGXDGyLJQEhMNPNX07XyUL7ssazmJCk/s1600-h/DSCN4147.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187312274924845010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_1TLtI3H4Si8xb_stb5KrQ6BcKfT9a7aXswtDrBGHGUEjpFayvtlSPMihXviTJ37Tk8hEPF4ThCYMGetUUlIniBLfEiHGdICISdQeayA9zV7BZGXDGyLJQEhMNPNX07XyUL7ssazmJCk/s400/DSCN4147.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I was a part of the TESL Hİ CAMP CLUB during my matriculation years in PPP/ITM (Pusat Pendidikan Persediaan/İTM)....in one of the activities during one of the camping trips....we had *friends analysis*... where each of the members (i think this was the activities for commitee members of the club) were to write the strengths and weaknesses of each of their friends there. (oh yeah...i still keep that paper after all these years...caya jgn tak caya!).Here r what they came up with...Bear in mind that this was when i was in my late teens..i dont think i have entered my 20s yet then...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">STRENGTHS<br />***********<br /></span>Courageous<br />Has good esprit de corps<br />Always very careful with things she's in charge of<br />Very hardworking<br />Dedicated<br />Kind<br />Friendly<br />Committed<br />Not afraid to try new things -to volunteer<br />Quiet<br />Uncomplaining<br />Can take Jobs<br />Group oriented<br />Physically fit<br />Determined<br />Sporting (although she knows people say she's slow)<br />Trustworthy<br />Intuitive<br />Finishes her homework on time<br />Always follows instructions<br />Helpful<br />Motivated<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">WEAKNESSES<br />************<br /></span>Forgetful<br />Careless-clumsy<br />Quite disorganised<br />Lacks courage and confidence-low self esteem<br />Sometimes too engrossed in her own work that she fails to thing of other people i.e help other people<br />Blur - blank<br />Has to wait for orders -dependent<br />Slow<br />Too trusting<br />Feel guilty -blames herself at the wrong time<br />Not assertive<br />Does not stand up for herself<br />Quite vague in her ideas<br />Falls asleep easily<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Miss Yates (our advisor'z advice) to me then was.. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*You have to be more focussed both in your thoughts and actions. Pay more credits to your own ideas- sometimes, they are worth it* </span><br /><br /><br />Yes...I have to agree with her...the low self esteem i had then was affecting my personality development...that had held me back from developing 100 percent the adventurous, spontaneous, mischievious,essentric person that i should be/am...<br /><br /><br />I am not going to tekan butang and compliment myself on what they thought my strengths were/are..... tak main la puji diri hehehehe i can imagine my *best buddy ever* rolling her eyes right now hahahahahah but dear pal.. feel free to compliment me if u want!...though i doubt that from the deepest of my heart!!! hahahahaha<br /><br /><br />but the weaknesses...let me comment on some of them...<br /><br /><br />Yes..i think i am as <span style="color:#ffccff;">forgetful and as clumsy</span> as ever... i cant remember the number of times i hit something n got blue n black all over... or the times i spill stuffs...particularly if i get tired.....clumsy... i am still... very in fact...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">Too engrossed</span> to think of others in my work till forgetting to think of others..i suppose that still applies... do u remember my one entry many months ago how if i am lost in my own thoughts... even if u r in front of me..i wont even notice u... ?? Aye! thatz me, maam :0)<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Lacks of courage</span>? hmm...i think i am one of those courageous persons there is (or have i misplaced the word with insane? *wink*)...ok..ok..now maybe...perhaps not then eh?<br /><br /><br />...My <span style="color:#ff99ff;">self confidence</span> is not what it was... living in this land... having to experience things that i never thought possible.....i think i am more self confidence than what i was then... i think i am good as everyone else...i feel good being me....i used to think that being coloured is less superior than the white...Living among the whites...... i see how silly that is...i no longer compare my dark skin or my flat nose with my belovedz who is white with pointed *crooked* nose *wink*<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">Blur...slow....</span>hahahaha blur??... u have to decide for urself...i suppose that will always be my unique self... but slow?? that has totally changed... i have this reputation among the moms in my kids' school as the mom who plays jengket jengket... the mom who is basically on the run (literally speaking)all the time..i am almost never without my jeans n t-shirt...in which during one of the teas i attended n i wore ladylike dress... one of the moms i am close with couldnt believe her eyes that i can be ladylike (slow? never!) :0)..active..yes..i am.. am always here and there...thus making my sports shoes a very vital part of my being...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">Falls asleep easily</span>.? Oh YES! A lady has got to have to sleep to keep her beauty eh? ... if i am tired... i am not shy to yawn..i will sleep at every opportunity....<br /><br /><br /><br />But one thing i hate about my weaknesses is that i was <span style="color:#ff99ff;">quite vague with my ideas</span>....i am not able to present my ideas effectively...i am still vague...i cant seem to focus...that for a person trained as a teacher is a totally bad trait...maybe thatz why i dont work here ? hahaha nahhh..this is purely laziness :0)..but i know i would have been one hell of a dedicated teacher if i still teach...(perasannnnnnn... cepat muntah best buddy ever! hahaha)<br /><br /><br />Not being able to focus does not mean that i do not <span style="color:#ff99ff;">give credit to my ideas</span>... i didnt then...but i do now... that is why i am not shy mumbling in my blog as well as mumbling in a local newspaper once in a while....on things i feel important to voice out.. yes.. my articles in todayz zaman is the ultimate evidence that i value my ideas... thus an indirect indication that my self confidence is escalating...<br /><br /><br />All i can say for myself is this....I am <span style="color:#ff99ff;">not a Perfect Woman</span>... Like everyone else...every step i take .... every moment i breathe... is a learning experience for me.... i have a lot of flaws...as well as the good sides in me...... but i also know that i am happy now..happy becoz i am able to accept myself as i am....which i couldnt years ago... i am happy to be me (despite my weight problem).... i am stronger inside and out... and Alhamdlillah even when my families n friends r in Malaysia ... i am surrounded by my other family n friends here in turkey...<br />All in all..i am just a simple and decent person who is getting stronger every day ...<br />not forgetting the woman who counts her days as well...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gSZZV3Wbl2gyq7WSL21pXFyTaP9WOyAyweX-no1h5ThfGgSoEd-g2Y7tiboWi11imLuk_yLWGrCyA9yPluEQ2yEkUaIA8z16rHR6P3jvqkohti7JJOk9hDcqRv4TFn-_X4xCakml1uPW/s1600-h/DSCN4148.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187311815363344322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gSZZV3Wbl2gyq7WSL21pXFyTaP9WOyAyweX-no1h5ThfGgSoEd-g2Y7tiboWi11imLuk_yLWGrCyA9yPluEQ2yEkUaIA8z16rHR6P3jvqkohti7JJOk9hDcqRv4TFn-_X4xCakml1uPW/s400/DSCN4148.JPG" border="0" /></a> the tickets to fly home is safely tucked somewhere...</div><div align="center">i look at it everyday...silly i know but then... i just cant help it...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The hotel where we will be staying in KL... the reservation is confirmed..</div><div align="center">We will be in crown princess hotel from 13th till 17th june...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">What more can i ask for??</div><br /><div align="center">i am wobbly inside with excitement...</div><div align="center">I am praying hard that Allah will ease my way</div><div align="center"> to the land i miss...</div><div align="center">to the people i long to see...</div><div align="center">to the food i wish to gobble... </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187321663723354082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3yE5DAC5OKpHNnlYHVVUJmQaLytJV9v_TlCtpkz0K5ExX0WIXwKsoEqNpOAh5Pn4TFGLkKVLIROwM7waMto3ONfwWpuzffJhwqqcnBM9HeGNeunSsoVfM4g49KBtM_n2uj8hROarmV6l4/s400/DSCN4151.JPG" border="0" />And after a long time... iwrote another article...this time on my RP renewal...</div><div align="center">u can check it out at my articles blog...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mytzarticles.blogspot.com/">http://www.mytzarticles.blogspot.com/</a><br /></div><div align="center">Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-20829042345847412122008-04-05T14:10:00.015+02:002008-12-13T10:06:55.606+02:00Visa vs Permanent Resident vs Residence Permit n BİRTHDAY BOY :0)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGM0SxkdrDBR-3JSKP6GYHWyWLGu0AB1Jw60IcrYCTjfBXn82qsAaaITqyyk1TIGcctIflfm7RKO3omRsnQenha16w1-TlmF7dohsirB-Jn8yEhatRtF00lzpkFFRkAkdzGtnfTnRichKd/s1600-h/DSCN4129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186022689792254530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGM0SxkdrDBR-3JSKP6GYHWyWLGu0AB1Jw60IcrYCTjfBXn82qsAaaITqyyk1TIGcctIflfm7RKO3omRsnQenha16w1-TlmF7dohsirB-Jn8yEhatRtF00lzpkFFRkAkdzGtnfTnRichKd/s400/DSCN4129.JPG" border="0" /></a> Merve called this a <span style="color:#ffccff;">*weak menu*</span></div><div align="center">coz there'z no dolma in it *wink*</div><div align="center">İ called this <span style="color:#ccccff;">*the best i could do menu*</span> </div><div align="center">esp since i decided to hold the birthday gathering at Baba's place instead of my own place...</div><div align="center">mainly due to Teyze's suggestion..which was/is logical coz baba's place is sooo much bigger and everyone would be more comfortable...after all... Mıstık's there... ı wont need to do the cleaning up etc etc heheheh.. and considering that the kids had spring school on the same day...i wouldnt have enough time or energy to tidy up my place properly...(in which instead we had a nice family time together with the kids at their spring school)..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">....and i spent Friday going from one shop to another to buy the last minute materials ..esp since i originally planned only börek n poğaca as the food to be served(if it were to be held at my place hehehe)...so for one starting the cooking by 5pm..in between the kids' weekend homework n dinner etc...) and THANKS 2 mıstık for boiling the chicken n eggs for me..my weak menu was the best i could do hehehe</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And for a fussy eater like Merve... even she found something to eat on the menu... Thank God! :0)</div><div align="center">So... baba's place it was indeed...where everyone was comfortable ...n the guys get to watch the Fenerbahce match!! :0)<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUIID12bIAKKsGt2IjnXBXtEW7k8o0hQFLhdnye0l6y7t_cl0QeRprthpPa4Z8GuUQuqFSnS0ayCnBOHjvFIDb5_dR_Py2toE3ZtcS3NAwixUx_rx-3gO5dUXKfI6WkwnUgtRnDPwjpKZ/s1600-h/DSCN4143.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186022058432062002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUIID12bIAKKsGt2IjnXBXtEW7k8o0hQFLhdnye0l6y7t_cl0QeRprthpPa4Z8GuUQuqFSnS0ayCnBOHjvFIDb5_dR_Py2toE3ZtcS3NAwixUx_rx-3gO5dUXKfI6WkwnUgtRnDPwjpKZ/s400/DSCN4143.JPG" border="0" /></a> The birthday Boy..entering number 7<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6cNRKYu8KZlzS0zKON0kZHb_EqQtPisrugxBDVH7XiAZP7psuOPPZ5zXqbe0eNegZTL9IliLzixPUtpcCFTE6BfxqGwuJEXasnHxtbkJAdohGcsTDip5rBKoaYKo-_kVtCLA5RZwuVYt/s1600-h/DSCN4121.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186020795711676946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6cNRKYu8KZlzS0zKON0kZHb_EqQtPisrugxBDVH7XiAZP7psuOPPZ5zXqbe0eNegZTL9IliLzixPUtpcCFTE6BfxqGwuJEXasnHxtbkJAdohGcsTDip5rBKoaYKo-_kVtCLA5RZwuVYt/s400/DSCN4121.JPG" border="0" /></a> on the way to baba's place...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186021517266182690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4srSn9asImene8KLEzF4M3HskmPTA2gsKqRIRGYV28ulPyU-mqYYv4iuLqteNOZhZc-FXwV0FApxwx2JP_M8lCtY1YvBRxG1f0cpZhCLeidZrHvX5Js9sN6h5tk7H4aMzpHLnLJDvm4x0/s400/DSCN4122.JPG" border="0" /> at baba's place..<br /><br />for the rest of the photos... please hop hop to my <a href="http://simahzaim2.blogspot.com/">photo blog </a>:0)<br /><br />Referring to Alice's comment in my previous entry..i think there is a confusion in terms here...even for myself in between PR n RP...i have taken the liberty (please excuse the boring description which i think r necessary)..for me to clarify the terms...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">Visa</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">*****</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;"><br /></span><br /><a title="Visa (document)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visa_(document)"><span style="color:#ffff99;">Visa (document)</span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;">, a document whereby a duly authorized government agency gives a citizen of another country permission to enter the country. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Permanent Resident</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">*****************</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Permanent residency refers to a person's </span><a title="Visa (document)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visa_(document)"><span style="color:#99ffff;">visa</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> status: the person is allowed to reside indefinitely within a country despite not having </span><a title="Citizenship" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citizenship"><span style="color:#99ffff;">citizenship</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;">. A person with such status is known as a permanent resident.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Depending on the country, permanent residents usually have the same rights as citizens except for the following:<br />they may not </span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Vote" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vote"><span style="color:#99ffff;">vote</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> (some countries allow this)<br />they may not stand for </span><a class="mw-redirect" title="Public office" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_office"><span style="color:#99ffff;">public office</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"><br />they may not apply for </span><a title="Public sector" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_sector"><span style="color:#99ffff;">public sector</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> employment (some countries allow this)<br />they may not apply for employment involving </span><a title="National security" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_security"><span style="color:#99ffff;">national security</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> (In Singapore, however, Second-generation PRs have to undergo compulsory military service)<br />they may not own certain classes of </span><a title="Real estate" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Real_estate"><span style="color:#99ffff;">real estate</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"><br />they may not hold the </span><a title="Passport" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passport"><span style="color:#99ffff;">passport</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> of that country<br />they may not access the country's </span><a title="Consul" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consul"><span style="color:#99ffff;">consular</span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> protection (some countries allow this) </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">(Alice..i think this is what u have right now.. but not the one i have..mine is below)..<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">Turkish Residence Permit<br />**********************<br /><br /><br />According to the provisions of Law no.5683 of 15 July 1950, persons who come to Turkey as tourists may stay Four months without a residence permit, unless there is a restriction in their visa or a separate provision in the visa agreement between Turkey and their country of origin. Generally the period stipulated in visa agreements is three months.(90 days)Persons who wish to stay longer in Turkey are required to apply to the security authorities for a residence permit. The maximum duration of a residence permit is five years. Persons who wish to extend this period must apply again to the security authorities within fifteen days of the expiration of their residence permits. They may also apply before their residence permits expire. If a foreigner with a residence permit has children less than eighteen years of age they may either be issued separate residence permits or he listed as accompanying minors in their mother or father's residence permit. If a foreigner who has a residence permit changes his residence he must report this fact within forty-eight hours to the police or gendarme stations nearest both his old and his new residences either in person or by registered letter. Foreigners who have residence permits must report any changes in their marital status by a signed statement to the security authorities in their district within fifteen days of the change. They must also have their new status registered in their residence permits.<br /></span><br />So..i have residence permit and not permannet residence..which means that if i dont renew my RP.. i cant stay in turkey... which costs a lot of money! at present currency it is about..400 US dollar... per year.. that is not a cheap price... which is totally unfair really coz women (German citizen) who got married to a turkish citizen does not need residence permit to live in turkey..!! unfair isnt it?<br /><br />I think as for my to be expired 8.5 months passport... i wont have trouble leaving turkey with it... coz like u said alice... i will be returning to my own country... my passport is valid... besides... i plan to renew my passport when i return to Malaysia... i think the passport should be renewed at least 15 days prior leaving the country...<br /><br />here is the malaysian immigration link..<br /><a href="http://www.imi.gov.my/eng/im_Page1.asp">http://www.imi.gov.my/eng/im_Page1.asp</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">apologies if i am unable to blog hop...hectic week ahead... and pls pray for my beloved's autie who will be going thru a simple operation this monday...</span><br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time.. </div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-51766798590653461632008-04-03T14:48:00.024+02:002008-04-03T20:15:11.592+02:00A day made smooth...Alhamdulillah.... yesterday was a day made smooth by Allah.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">I was extremely dreading yesterday coz one year ago... after years of staying illegal in turkey (oh yeah...really! )..and after countless trips to that specific place to get my residence permit renewed...it was again time to renew the RP (on time this time i have to say :0)</span><br /><br />We left the kids at Özlem by 6.30am...they stayed there for breakfast and later went to school....it was just me n my beloved towards that place i dread at the other side of the bridge...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">What if our documents were lacking? and like last year we had to keep going there coz that office kept changing the documents needed.... And that longggggg que? Ouch...u dont say... Everytime we go there... that place was always full with foreigners! and not ONCE i see anyone from my homeland...hmmm... fancy that!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">This time before going to that place....i checked every single document n copies needed(from their website)....I didnt want history to repeat itself...</span><br /><br />I can endure the waiting.... i am good at waiting in ques...but my beloved gets bored easily.... and the thing is... to get my pr renewed..we have to come together (meaning if my beloved die..i cannot renew my pr and i cant stay in turkey sobs)...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">We reached the office quite late actually... at around 7.15am due to traffic...many were already there....everyone in que to enter that place...Once we all were allowed to enter the building.... again we rushed to form a que to get our numbers.... a mother n daughter cut our que... i was grumbling inside... i mean...come on! that is not nice!! ...to add...Allah knows how cold it was..i was trembling...in my mind... i was dreaming of drinking hot tea... a drink i do not like to drink unless i am freezing!! Waited we did..patiently.... n my beloved started to play his football game on his handphone hehehehe</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span><br />It turned out that the office has renewed the system...only a certain number of people are allowed there for the morning session... the documents management was also changed that the que at many counters just to get the PR renewed was/is shortened!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">We got our number and Alhamdulillah... we were the first at the counter we were assigned to. This time, the guy at the counter was sweet n smiley. He did his job very efficiently (very unlike the previous years)...YES! all documents needed were there! Alhamdulillah... dup dap dup dap...when finally he asked.... how long we wanted this rp renewed... when we said 2 years...the guy told us that i could only renew for 8.5 months coz my passport will expire by that time... Anyway... for now... 8.5 months it is...so instead of paying for 1 000 TL for 2 years... we only had to pay 435 TL...and that mother n daughter who cut our cue?? they were destined as the 6th in line at counter 3!!... I guess it doesnt pay to cut cues!! See... they got their punishment there... </span><a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&ref=10" target="_blank"><img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020075.gif" border="0" /></a> hehehe i know..i know... i am bad...still... dont i dont care.. :0)<br /><br />by 10am we were already eating our breakfast ...börek at aslı börek...a good börek shop...u see where we were..that is a place of haven for shopping for me... but unfortunately, it is too far away from my home..n i cant really go shopping along that vast street with my beloved (u know guys n shopping, right?)... anyway... as we were walking to the car, we passed one of the *tekbir* shop..a shop famous for islamic clothing..a famous tesettur clothing line in turkey... because of the great demand... just at that one long street..there r 3 tekbir shops there and each one of them r selling very well!!! just imagine that!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">i asked my beloved if i could just check out the tekbir shop... he suprisingly said yes... u see... i was looking out for a dress to wear for my lil sis' wedding this 24th July... i wanted something special... but i also knew that *tekbir* price range..esp for the type i was looking for is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy out of our budget (if they have my size!!)... still... i tried the ones i liked..not really putting on hopes that i will get to buy it... my eyes caught at this one simple white dress... it looks so graceful... long and sort of flowy... very ladylike... and i can use it for other special occasion as well......and my beloved said... a totally unexpected *YES*... </span><a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&ref=10" target="_blank"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020144.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffcc99;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span><br />....it was truly outrageous for him to say yes... the price in itself is outrageous!(branded stuffs usually r outrageous eh?) but he said... since we couldnt renew the PR for two years....the leftover money from that was probably destined for that dress!! Oh DEar beloved! I cant thank u enough! U know how much this Malaysia trip means to me...how excited i am esp to see my lil sis getting married....not to mention that i havent even get the chance to visit my nephew's grave....My beloved does love me after all ...esp since he agreed to that dress...it was so funny that after we went out of the tekbir shop ... my beloved said...<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*ı wonder why that girlseller was saying all those nice things to u... she was totally infatuated by u...i was beginning to get scared that she would ask u out for a date!*!!!!! hahahahahah</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span><br />... i replied<span style="color:#ccffff;">...*Tım... u may not realise it...but i do get that kind of remarks and treatment from people * </span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span><br />and my beloved continued by saying.....<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*That'z because they never get to know the HELL in u like i do!! *</span><br />hahahahahahaha <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&ref=10" target="_blank"><img src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/0002006C.gif" border="0" /></a>how encouraging!!<br /><br />Whatever! my dress is safe at the tekbir shop...the length being shortened....we will go n pick it up next week...Yes! i have got a dress for my sister's wedding!! and a better news is... my mom also bought kain (kumaş) for us as a family to be tailored/made into the Malay traditional dress... mine is yellowish goldish in color...that is soo sweet... my family back home must be counting the days as well....for the time for this rebellious daughter n her family to be there....<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">which also reminds me that...we found tickets with a direct flight to KL!! previously... we found tickets where we will have to transit 10 hours in dubai...going n return ..Alhamdulillah... now we wont have to!! and the prices from one tour company to another changes greatly!! it must be due to how well connected one company is to another..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">....and since we r 6 siblings where 3 of them r married and one to be wed... and each with children of their own.... not to mention a bit of this n that for our closest relatives...n not forgetting a few special things 4 my mom n dad... u can imagine how many gifts (probably a big bag) we will be carrying for them all.... which reminds me that i have loads of shopping more to do for the gifts....wish me luck!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span><br />Alhamdulillah... my way was made smooth by Allah yesterday... my beloved n i couldnt stop thanking the Almighty for HiS help yesterday....<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">My only conclusion is this....i think Allah wants me to go home this time... i think he is saying that it is time to go n see my love ones.... who knows..perhaps this will be the last time i will get to see my mom n dad? i sure didnt get to see my one nephew..i am going home too late for him..... my eldest nephew is soo big now...he is doing diploma now..the rest of my nephews n nieces.....my beloved though he doesnt know my family well except for the fact that he thinks that they r good people with good hearts...understands my longing i have been hiding for far too long...</span><br /><br />He said to me....<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*u r lucky... ur parents r far... but u still get to go see them... but i cant..mine r dead*....</span><br /><br />How do u respond to that one??<br /><br /><br /><br />(...Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-78889499709459197152008-04-01T20:53:00.021+02:002008-12-13T10:06:58.531+02:00Once a time in Albania- March 2008<div align="center">The first thing my beloved said to me was...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*u cannot live in Albania..there is no carrefour!* </div><div align="center">hahahahaha</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">From the way he described the country.... yes..i have to agree with him..</div><div align="center">True... compared to istanbul, albania is still green... but the development in that country is what turkey was 30 years ago...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">They have to thank that to communism i have to say...communism destroyed the country...</div><div align="center">the food culture... the development... the mind of the people...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">it is said that the country has 3.5 million citizens and 900 000 are making their living overseas...</div><div align="center">But they love Türks...and my beloved and his brother and a total of 60 people from turkey who came for the conference were treated with great welcome particulary by the organiser and the turkish college over there...</div><div align="center">they didnt have to worry about halal food coz the cooks were/are turks...they had a feast of touring as well as eating the wonderful food..what a conference it was! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Both came back happy and revitalised of course... </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">ı told my beloved to bring the camera and he said..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*how am i to carry it??*</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">now he is regretting it of course coz the 100 photos he snapped using 3MP camera of his handphone</div><div align="center">wouldnt be as nice as a 6 MP digital camera! Grrrrrrr</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Yes... i am smiling coz my beloved is back... Funda is smiling coz her beloved is back...Alhamdulillah.. they came home with a smile on their faces...:0)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here r a few snaps using halil's handphone..</div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYFdokBlO_IB-rJaQmL0lCpq2YH7pxRLLWASqcBjmNOzWFWkxw57sO0nhmbGseJJTCNTC86EhaYsEu2Cmji-l9hme_jECea0Fg8e_8vFAIohnekQGpl9u56UtowU06n0rltL6KiTnrSDk/s1600-h/Photo-0016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184355860229317122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYFdokBlO_IB-rJaQmL0lCpq2YH7pxRLLWASqcBjmNOzWFWkxw57sO0nhmbGseJJTCNTC86EhaYsEu2Cmji-l9hme_jECea0Fg8e_8vFAIohnekQGpl9u56UtowU06n0rltL6KiTnrSDk/s400/Photo-0016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYzn4URiz4DWnze1PojeFix-fZSNv3u2Julhv4rJO6eap3V6HO-bEufNYGUj8QD159SbAKWcBqjoijALypwbnQ6kTLZlmuCYKMy-yTrLScbjQIRgTpgXsUdUVfaMcrLgCJgquID9uBnmT/s1600-h/Photo-0037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184355671250756082" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Yes...that is the question. Am i?<br /><br />I woke up yesterday morning as usual. Prepared the kids for school...sent them off ...and straight away jumped into bed to hug my beloved... U see... his eldest brother, selim n he were scheduled for a noon flight to Albania..<br /><br />When it was time to get ready....i thought i'd go to bağdat caddesı that morning... so i decided to send him off at the bostanci ferry stop coz they would go to the airport from there.... Then, i had this craziest urge.... i begged my beloved for him to permit me to follow him to the airport... He didnt put in much resistence... he probably wanted me there too..after all, we barely had seen each other the nite before... he was simply too busy these days...and as for me...the kids had extra class yesterday.... i needed to pick them from school only by 6.10pm...i had plenty of free time yesterday...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">Selim said *bye* to me as they were about to take a taxi to the ferry stop.. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">i said..*hey! i am coming with you!!* ...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">He said *bye* again as they were entering the ferry place...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">and i said *Hey! i am coming with you!*</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">He finally gave up trying to say *bye* to me..and instead...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">he asked me..... *r u sure u dont have a ticket to albania too??* </span><br /><br />hahahahahahahahahahahahaha...<br /><br />I took a bus from the airport to kozyatağı...right in front of içerenköy carrefour.... walked home from there (25 minutes)..... reached home..rushed to the pc coz i had stuffs to do there...15 minutes later... off i went again...this time to afife teyze (15-20 min) of walk....hot n sweaty... n tired...i decided to walk to the kids' school as well....so from 3pm....from divan pastanesi... i walked and walked...making a stop at nezih bookstore n toilet for 5 mins each...as i was in bostancı... by accident, i tripped on my knees..luckily there was no incoming car!...but my jeans... my beloved fav marks n spencer jeans is torn!! my knee was indeed painful..but i was more sad of my torn jeans...huwaaaaaaaa...my fav jeans...it came as a gift...i wont be able to buy one myself.... but determined i was of this walk... and so as the wind of the seaside area was blowing quite strongly....i walked on...ü<br /><br />By 4.30.pm... my head was starting to be giddy.... i knew that my sugar level was dangerously low... i was in danger of fainting...luckily i reached the area where there are rows n rows of shops to go to... and so i entered burger king...i ordered a big cup of ice tea and chicken fries ....something sweet ..something salty... i felt a bit better but not well enough to leave the shops area.... and so i decided to buy some chocolates... as i walked from one shop to another...munching the chocolates... and looking whether there r any jeans on sale...(Yikes! the ones on sale r only of size 32!! i wear 36!! no luck there)...i finally felt better after 10 minutes..my sugar level was again at the safe level... and so i walked on n on...this time though...with less speed....and finally by 5.50pm... i reached the kids' school....picked the kids up...walked another 15 minutes to the mini bus area...and later..off we went home..it was starting to get dark by the time we reached home...i was on the run ever since morning (i woke up at 5.30am)...and after all those walk... (n eating hehehe)... i have gained 1.5 kg!!!!!!! Incredible eh? my weight challenge is really down the drain right now....:0(<br /><br />Upon self analysis... the part when i followed my beloved to the airport was mainly coz i wanted to spend time with him..even though he was chatting with his big bro 99 percent of that time.... the walking non stop....i guess subconciously...i was not looking forward to spend the nite alone without him... i knew that i would miss listening the click clack sound of the keyboard as he plays the pc football game...him mumbling to himself n i scolding him to come to sleep... and so..i did what i am good at most.... walking for hours so that i would get too tired to think of him.... true enough... but the bad thing is... when i talked to him at 11.08pm...i was drowsy from sleepiness n i cant remember what i talked to him about! hahahaha....<br /><br />Anyway... i should thank Funda for making Selim connect his phone for international calls...coz without that..there is no way i can call my beloved...The truth is... i am not too worried of my beloved... he has his big brother next to him...Selim as always...never fail to protect his baby brother...my beloved is in safe hands....insyaAllah... n it will be great for the two brothers to be able to spend time together with each other...chatting non stop 24/7 for many days... this will be a holiday for them..a gateaway of some sort for my beloved from me...his non stop mumbling wife...:0) ...My beloved needs the break... he hasnt got one eversince his dad died...maybe this trip will revitalize him... i just hope he wont forget to buy souvenirs for us poor souls being left behind at home! *wink*<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182310210255904962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwEvqxwUQMkTrn7KLXYaEsg-g5RlxcBbyvy7lnd7bSoZ2V55EHb3oGJg5dIh9jRuXoOr3ITOGz8iRVyflfCzQklTGWlJOfwohISu3KjfFRKwrZ-IK9Drfiy4s06Dy6O4QxHuaN3SZXy3TW/s400/DSCN4088.JPG" border="0" /><br />Miss u loads tem! U know i am crazy...i do insane things in my life (for example..marrying you)... but what i did yesterday was.... TOTALLY insane!<br /><br />dear friends... what do u think? am i insane???<br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-49968961208601424432008-03-25T08:14:00.014+02:002008-12-13T10:06:59.061+02:00Babies n life...<span style="color:#ffff99;">My dear friends....i have a confession to make... as much as i would love to cook u all lahmacun once i am in malaysia... i am afraid... it is impossible coz i dunno how to prepare it coz u cannot cook it in a normal oven...u need a special oven just like the one when u cook pizza.. ...so it is impossible to prepare lahmacun (thin turkish pizza) at home...but i strongly suggest u all try eating a wondrfully cooked lahmacun whenever u come across one :=)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">Baddin's class teacher, 2 of the moms of his classmates and i went for a visit to another mom's place....a simple visit to celebrate the birth of her new son....<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;">I have almost forgotten that smell of heaven... that look of innocence of a lil one..untouched by the darkness of life....so sweet looking....so peaceful...and to hear the wonderful news for a sweet friend in Malaysia of her very much long awaited pregnancy...yesterday was indeed a wonderful day to remember...</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">Of course as in tradition in the turkish culture, it is common to give this....</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#66ff99;">*cumhurriyet altını*...</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181561640405885106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCV1bGFM7XNAuiW-evxz2A5O6j6xCOL5s_nFl5XOmjxhyphenhyphen-88erGicRXNmNrA722kkvi2witzHejjEs7dtjM7KiJS15VC9YwIeXyWAq-5mjPu2E9jf5tYZ71s2XbIrRut01XiP16DJPcxw/s400/SI250.jpg" border="0" />gold in form of a coin to the newborn baby (the 4 of us shared the price of the coin)... and attached to the coin was this....</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181559299648708770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrajWheMhJZDoSLvQ4yLoLq02VxKbBrdZp5X_UelBjhOvoqpP8rOHHrF_QmvO4VTVnu6GwgV4NLNPeGeHl9UoSkICHWKMrb-wSrFH-7dr9py0g-vCQrZMDanqUMBtTOwdk9GjEAPaZl86L/s400/DSCN4119.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">The sleeveless sweater which i knitten eversince friday...yeah..i know..it is not perfect... to the trained eyes...u can see some flaws..but it was knitted from the heart..and from this inexperience knitter like me...i really had put in loads of hours into it....despite my hectic social life hehehe...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">I suppose i have to thank Mahture yenge as my main teacher (next to özlem's mom n muyessa yenge)...i remember how panicked i was after anne (my mom in law) died... U see... i naively thought that she would live forever... i was counting on her to knit my kids' wool sweaters etc..etc..she is a wonderful knitter... she even used to buy wool, buttons and knitting stuffs everytime she went overseas..Naturally, when she died so suddenly, i was looking for solace... n i found it in yenge...baddin was just a baby then...i remember how i used to go to her to learn to knit.... i mean... what did i know of knitting? i had no knowledge of whatsoever in knitting... i turned to yenge... and with countless trips in between baddin's sleeping time.... she taught me the basics of knitting... i rarely knit...thatz why even after all these year... every winter... yenge is sure to hear me knocking her door to ask her of this and that hehehehehe..</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">But what i cant forget is this conversation i had last saturday... that day when i asked her a few questions as i was completing this sweater....</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">Simah: Yenge... her şey için teşekkur ederim. Hakkınız helal et..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;">(Yenge... thank you for everything. Make ur rights helal over me)</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Mahture Yenge: Helal olsun. Öğren her şey artık. Ben her zaman yaşamamkı. Ben gitmeden önce,öğren!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">(Everything is halal. U should learn everything. I am not going to live forever. Before i die, learn!)</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Simah:Öğreniyorum işte! (i am learning) I grinned at her...Yenge...sen olmasa, ben ne yapayım?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;">(Yenge, if u r not here, what will i do without u?)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">Mahture Yenge: Elimdeki ne var sa...sana yardım ederim... yeterli ben ölunca, biraz dua bana hediye edin. Kocam yok... çocuklar yok...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">(I will help you as much as i can. It is only enough that once i die.... send a little bit of prayers my way. I dont have my husband and kids anymore) </span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">I was left speechless... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">what do u say to words like these? my eyes started to flood...i can feel the empathy of her longing...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">her hubby and kids died many years ago.... for a woman to go on living alone...without her hubby and kids to fuss over.... it cant have been easy.ture.. she has her siblings, in laws,nephews,nieces...etc..etc... but having her own flesh n blood next to her is definitely not the same thing.....</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;">Yenge...dont worry... ur request is at my command, insyaAllah... :0)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Am off on the run again!! will answer the comments in my previous entry tonite... :0) </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-64135263821665249832008-03-18T19:04:00.021+02:002008-12-13T10:07:01.762+02:00Cerita rojak rojak<div align="center">Salam Maulidur Rasul....</div><div align="center">A very special day indeed today... </div><div align="center">I wish i am able to read Quran or fast today...but since it is impossible...i can only listen with jelousy as a few moms of Hatice's classmates were telling me of their plans today...and tonite...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Things had been hectic eversince last tea visit (see my previous entry)...</div><div align="center">I had attended another 2 teas at 2 different places with just a day gap in between each! (3 in total eversince thursday)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My weight challenge is down in the drain...and even today... was out of the home ever since this morning jumping from one place to another... crossing one continent to another...even got the chance to visit places with great de javu...him being the perfect gentleman for today...Alhamdulillah.... adding a few kilos is worth the price of happiness i feel right now...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Remember the national anthem i practically went crazy trying to teach baddin...?? It turned out that..for the competiton baddin was to enter (in his class)... he was actually supposed to memorize the national anthem and presented it as a poem!! and to think we worked hard....in song form!!!Oh no! me n my turkish incompentecy!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And at the ground floor of the school.....for Çanakkale Zaferi...(a celebration celebrating the success of the turkish army from stopping the invasion of outside forces(british etc) in history)..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxqiyuQQkjAxcF28PzaJnSxcffVDFRbH4P93ixX_RcrUj_I13Y4YGlElH8wU2xW6WmCOAvlTJDo7eu9u_dOwoI8PHOZ_5SKJ6yTQYWEN3zd9zn_Z-hTEEfCak3JPVZ9IRQ_V4e9Drzh4u/s1600-h/DSCN4097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179136463594210450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxqiyuQQkjAxcF28PzaJnSxcffVDFRbH4P93ixX_RcrUj_I13Y4YGlElH8wU2xW6WmCOAvlTJDo7eu9u_dOwoI8PHOZ_5SKJ6yTQYWEN3zd9zn_Z-hTEEfCak3JPVZ9IRQ_V4e9Drzh4u/s400/DSCN4097.JPG" border="0" /></a> my daughter's pic was/is among the pics being hang at the ground floor of theschool! Bravo kiddo!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaSydUTKh7nGZ4g8_jTQ8FhMGgslF-l2eA5bwq9_pgXZ0-_R0rPeMb7YDZcj8X3e7ed32D4_xHo-yLCjzoxq_ySuzF555tRzfk_p8gKoMKvNyZkTyJgs1WrdLep5TMb345Yjha1u7TGbH/s1600-h/DSCN4098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179136029802513538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaSydUTKh7nGZ4g8_jTQ8FhMGgslF-l2eA5bwq9_pgXZ0-_R0rPeMb7YDZcj8X3e7ed32D4_xHo-yLCjzoxq_ySuzF555tRzfk_p8gKoMKvNyZkTyJgs1WrdLep5TMb345Yjha1u7TGbH/s400/DSCN4098.JPG" border="0" /></a> Not bad eh for a first grader??<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGBIevJJPmmISOlEXM_D4Wjyqx3K4cpRu-XAnONursWsOV5abbnU-rNA-9OhwduyI-sPqIwagn7vk3FU31IVPzqa2tlZDYvJnEetsvIO1MmxgbsAthF2Xn1UgTWauo7trKM5aEHOry9XR/s1600-h/DSCN4076.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179135565946045554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGBIevJJPmmISOlEXM_D4Wjyqx3K4cpRu-XAnONursWsOV5abbnU-rNA-9OhwduyI-sPqIwagn7vk3FU31IVPzqa2tlZDYvJnEetsvIO1MmxgbsAthF2Xn1UgTWauo7trKM5aEHOry9XR/s400/DSCN4076.JPG" border="0" /></a> and just look at this pide (from our unplanned ada trip)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-E56YG_AGFAkFI4WUOOPi4mRXSYU7KPJdF3APkFUCOS4K5EDKjNnXApA6f-rpGse1TO8xtHrtUtaJIZ6-tzv08KfPCwZ-eErL8w7wsRKs7T70is_8usDz13OtH6cTgfyTzTOzJLQfCtd/s1600-h/DSCN4078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179135140744283234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-E56YG_AGFAkFI4WUOOPi4mRXSYU7KPJdF3APkFUCOS4K5EDKjNnXApA6f-rpGse1TO8xtHrtUtaJIZ6-tzv08KfPCwZ-eErL8w7wsRKs7T70is_8usDz13OtH6cTgfyTzTOzJLQfCtd/s400/DSCN4078.JPG" border="0" /></a> and this lahmacun<br />(also from the unplanned ada trip)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq31BCrfgEkxtpdhaTjYFe9CbUSGlBVm4V2KxsdqkEshOR8-WfW6mpP3Qf7AR2Ck9CtdlTgB_zgLsjaSxs9dWv_C8eOSgSDoQkdO-1WqsSTCk1-hv2-P9iolDLgv6tA2-tUvwTojnbYGix/s1600-h/DSCN4077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179134655412978770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq31BCrfgEkxtpdhaTjYFe9CbUSGlBVm4V2KxsdqkEshOR8-WfW6mpP3Qf7AR2Ck9CtdlTgB_zgLsjaSxs9dWv_C8eOSgSDoQkdO-1WqsSTCk1-hv2-P9iolDLgv6tA2-tUvwTojnbYGix/s400/DSCN4077.JPG" border="0" /></a>Alhamdulillah..i am blessed with the existence of these three special people..</div><div>Ah...look at my beloved...isnt he just cute (neck up only! hahaha)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJGUOVV4gm3HrQm6wUNLWNFQmpQBKlf8r4XPvFpn7XGmaNcwpKiZWYrdrodr8KV_7lFXKz9kb5-UV5rKORCxYQIp0fKMc5XrgORkbp4LnW5mYqVPwrjbj9BafTy6oLja_jBwf2-Z_P5k9/s1600-h/DSCN4082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179134122837034050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJGUOVV4gm3HrQm6wUNLWNFQmpQBKlf8r4XPvFpn7XGmaNcwpKiZWYrdrodr8KV_7lFXKz9kb5-UV5rKORCxYQIp0fKMc5XrgORkbp4LnW5mYqVPwrjbj9BafTy6oLja_jBwf2-Z_P5k9/s400/DSCN4082.JPG" border="0" /></a>May u both grow up to be good people, in n out...</div><div>and be blessed with good spouses... </div><div></div><div>But let us nbot forget the trip at the zoo....!!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdE43RDotiEkCkxvY4pAoMybuSToVZLsf_oDq76p2EJtNJSDSg35bf3rj_OHyw2qiOCjUzN7bMR4TFH3_YvzSWSiNR__kh7LYCE669d-OzBhKqWWKB-WzGmhY9dOSLGvrrqFB80SCiQOy/s1600-h/DSCN4085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179133482886906930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdE43RDotiEkCkxvY4pAoMybuSToVZLsf_oDq76p2EJtNJSDSg35bf3rj_OHyw2qiOCjUzN7bMR4TFH3_YvzSWSiNR__kh7LYCE669d-OzBhKqWWKB-WzGmhY9dOSLGvrrqFB80SCiQOy/s400/DSCN4085.JPG" border="0" /></a> safa n baddin..<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCq8nzuO0QFldpbcGPJfN_jNijdeCh218vT0sUhaquZ3foBiwHGVbgwbD2fc4yJpefPXm_PIPMQKD3JI_tNXUbKSueDKlBsKmisGUc37naJ_fv0LwmKHVpXVT4JRb9649aeBUFdIyTc5B/s1600-h/DSCN4084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179132666843120674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCq8nzuO0QFldpbcGPJfN_jNijdeCh218vT0sUhaquZ3foBiwHGVbgwbD2fc4yJpefPXm_PIPMQKD3JI_tNXUbKSueDKlBsKmisGUc37naJ_fv0LwmKHVpXVT4JRb9649aeBUFdIyTc5B/s400/DSCN4084.JPG" border="0" /></a> urs truly..i am even shorter than this pony!!! arghhhhhhh<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_rxjHW2n4F3M65vh2BhKzT-BNS6X__kAAeBkc3kTEX8h9ZqgmvbibIQttVNcNfruOMGugWmF-BWuJGNSV1st45yPU0Cz0efLkRmcN-GpoZtNRlwnzN-tCMuqNsid8erATYx_hNVT86_F/s1600-h/DSCN4088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179132078432601106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_rxjHW2n4F3M65vh2BhKzT-BNS6X__kAAeBkc3kTEX8h9ZqgmvbibIQttVNcNfruOMGugWmF-BWuJGNSV1st45yPU0Cz0efLkRmcN-GpoZtNRlwnzN-tCMuqNsid8erATYx_hNVT86_F/s400/DSCN4088.JPG" border="0" /></a>Allah ayırmasın insyaAllah...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkaqEb4RnH69MBwyoCxl2Ggx68Vmp6m4yhx2TQawExCStuqqMg2K7Ep0pUneYvD5vwdD_tX8ZQnJ2t4OlDrndAlTr0W8tbvE5EIJX419AUHwG-RgWfgSF8mazvLRWaX4hyoyiJBsRaBxl3/s1600-h/DSCN4089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179131653230838786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkaqEb4RnH69MBwyoCxl2Ggx68Vmp6m4yhx2TQawExCStuqqMg2K7Ep0pUneYvD5vwdD_tX8ZQnJ2t4OlDrndAlTr0W8tbvE5EIJX419AUHwG-RgWfgSF8mazvLRWaX4hyoyiJBsRaBxl3/s400/DSCN4089.JPG" border="0" /></a>cousins at the zoo playground...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBTiwnVBvwmbTJtG2Sp9D8UC0SQA_QKu2Vn6DjpvdyFvZvnjOvdciZ5lxS40d-PjkvXECeqSs3VZx9gDuK_VJ4kjqHZ2pnYXXKOszr38p4ZzvzMJkRdd6rQ3fpW5-S52V1v7zlZ08uIsw/s1600-h/DSCN4091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179130948856202226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBTiwnVBvwmbTJtG2Sp9D8UC0SQA_QKu2Vn6DjpvdyFvZvnjOvdciZ5lxS40d-PjkvXECeqSs3VZx9gDuK_VJ4kjqHZ2pnYXXKOszr38p4ZzvzMJkRdd6rQ3fpW5-S52V1v7zlZ08uIsw/s400/DSCN4091.JPG" border="0" /></a>tiger tiger burning bright..in the middle of the nite...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD24th4f6CWEXt1SMcPmVg4Td2CKmRodP9tIZlwuAbJBOBQJwqX6cnz-z1W_PN85UFJiVXtVTuVM7fGbJKmFeRSyhnV16MPdGqO9uKxqA5RhoXp-Qn2BYrgjYt_qLYJifwGc34F5MDJkW/s1600-h/DSCN4092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179130459229930466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD24th4f6CWEXt1SMcPmVg4Td2CKmRodP9tIZlwuAbJBOBQJwqX6cnz-z1W_PN85UFJiVXtVTuVM7fGbJKmFeRSyhnV16MPdGqO9uKxqA5RhoXp-Qn2BYrgjYt_qLYJifwGc34F5MDJkW/s400/DSCN4092.JPG" border="0" /></a>watching with full concentration hehehe<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb02i6ebL6sDdX8t93tWyM5XQnhG2zqdqOpIONq8D8UWtsjYGQm7bsCxLrA9St3z7oP9jL-6t7SL1I-eB8Nx2QKNkTW6HoMQPC-bjahNGOh5CoWu2mAzgHjIC9DRuJ5qdzQVhf1yIXgQk3/s1600-h/DSCN4095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179129273818956754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb02i6ebL6sDdX8t93tWyM5XQnhG2zqdqOpIONq8D8UWtsjYGQm7bsCxLrA9St3z7oP9jL-6t7SL1I-eB8Nx2QKNkTW6HoMQPC-bjahNGOh5CoWu2mAzgHjIC9DRuJ5qdzQVhf1yIXgQk3/s400/DSCN4095.JPG" border="0" /></a> it says there...*do not feed the animals*..</div><div>of course..these two were feeding the animals! hahaha</div><div></div><div>i must bring them to zoo in Malaysia... they simply love this one trip...! </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">p.s...if i am unable to blog hop..that is because my socializing this week (till the weekend) is far from over!! </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">bear with me! :0)<br /></span><br /></div><div>Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-64688023045263146112008-03-13T18:38:00.022+02:002008-12-13T10:07:03.715+02:00Veli Çayı aka Taziye Ziyareti<div align="center">a girl will always be happy to recieve at all times</div><div align="center">I personally wouldnt say no to these flowers..</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjef7l6FNLSxEVeyOBXYvriZ4MmiRQkwYacJx-xYzSIczExhyphenhyphenDnW6Lle10duxs4VwlYVILHID3WI1ZAE9vVcoIOvcSevSIHE9VQvwgvZcDfuGykKdUUx64buxdZJN2HXMpwDzUgE9XTePU0/s1600-h/DSCN4074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177549361509188546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjef7l6FNLSxEVeyOBXYvriZ4MmiRQkwYacJx-xYzSIczExhyphenhyphenDnW6Lle10duxs4VwlYVILHID3WI1ZAE9vVcoIOvcSevSIHE9VQvwgvZcDfuGykKdUUx64buxdZJN2HXMpwDzUgE9XTePU0/s400/DSCN4074.JPG" border="0" /></a> or these ones....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAkDr8pTkUiYKccGMhSYHO6FV2E71pFfRJR7_dgGlsEsNFHp0XwHDbr0j4G3ORnhNf_zwOjdf_663fY5VeUoDv2HADkoy7ll12X7P0ZC1e3_pURYzO_LwLEosAnejq0HhYU3iR1Dm3c0WX/s1600-h/DSCN4075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177548833228211122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAkDr8pTkUiYKccGMhSYHO6FV2E71pFfRJR7_dgGlsEsNFHp0XwHDbr0j4G3ORnhNf_zwOjdf_663fY5VeUoDv2HADkoy7ll12X7P0ZC1e3_pURYzO_LwLEosAnejq0HhYU3iR1Dm3c0WX/s400/DSCN4075.JPG" border="0" /></a> in fact..i wouldnt say no to any kinds of flower :0)<br />i just simply dont get flowers unless i go buy by them myself...:0)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">Yup... my living room has live flowers right now...<br />Courtesy of the 10 moms and 1 teacher of Hatice's classmates as they were at my home on Thursday<br />for *veli çayı* (tea ) aka meeting as well as *taziye ziyareti* (condolence visit-of baba's death)<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckSG49zhu_pzIalbwqJOpj419DJQjXt7GFGMAQsZxH6etWZyYsCzN4gfJio0FmKNVv_GT_LIk1jM9NNa4BOtjphvYCtwoIgJf6DatAbyNt9kAmlPMTz-VDxclyby80AyZkRdVDTC436k-/s1600-h/DSCN4067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177548219047887778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckSG49zhu_pzIalbwqJOpj419DJQjXt7GFGMAQsZxH6etWZyYsCzN4gfJio0FmKNVv_GT_LIk1jM9NNa4BOtjphvYCtwoIgJf6DatAbyNt9kAmlPMTz-VDxclyby80AyZkRdVDTC436k-/s400/DSCN4067.JPG" border="0" /></a> tortilla with doner meat filling..simahz style<br />(i made this up actually hehe)<br />Recipe in the<br /><a href="http://simahzaim1.blogspot.com/">Zaim Ladies Recipe Blog<br /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7cIe7TjlKI_b5zftQFyF_K3gJJuqAREdoPQMVph73tfiphbHXGt42oA7yKsa3HArQ0hyphenhyphenDjlGk5ifC6YFYNAfZL2FMXdylNArpQBmTyMzJLmNvb-efeOqWOQuRra8atI0ok0n-mgcEOsS/s1600-h/DSCN4047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177547742306517906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7cIe7TjlKI_b5zftQFyF_K3gJJuqAREdoPQMVph73tfiphbHXGt42oA7yKsa3HArQ0hyphenhyphenDjlGk5ifC6YFYNAfZL2FMXdylNArpQBmTyMzJLmNvb-efeOqWOQuRra8atI0ok0n-mgcEOsS/s400/DSCN4047.JPG" border="0" /></a>Humus<br />(a special request from my beloved)<br />recipe <a href="http://simahzaim1.blogspot.com/">here<br /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bsJXbucfT8xdGQKSV4IGVrZ5xMYjDiG_HpmoRinWKcQnp1ZzDizelyFQ9Zv4Jknil3x92-_CY21M_5WoelZcBk4-49JjK_yuQkD0F6lUQNVIg74oNk0BmdhagS8ESEDad6dYil4ycDlH/s1600-h/DSCN4055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177547037931881346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bsJXbucfT8xdGQKSV4IGVrZ5xMYjDiG_HpmoRinWKcQnp1ZzDizelyFQ9Zv4Jknil3x92-_CY21M_5WoelZcBk4-49JjK_yuQkD0F6lUQNVIg74oNk0BmdhagS8ESEDad6dYil4ycDlH/s400/DSCN4055.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kabak-Havuç Salatası<br />Recipe to be found in Zaim ladies recipe blog<br />at <a href="http://www.simahzaim1.blogspot.com/">http://www.simahzaim1.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVk_UKH-RSCxgb6Ex_-XtZaEYANoADeP3hPbuhYmmYbCGPo3dtcDBgD5L-U4LnkvzLKs8BGWFDrli0vy_qkIULpmFO7s0cEhFtg4ZVlUWbGdFfPVK8mj6F89MxN9GhmprU7N02PlQOl9N/s1600-h/DSCN4057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177546578370380658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVk_UKH-RSCxgb6Ex_-XtZaEYANoADeP3hPbuhYmmYbCGPo3dtcDBgD5L-U4LnkvzLKs8BGWFDrli0vy_qkIULpmFO7s0cEhFtg4ZVlUWbGdFfPVK8mj6F89MxN9GhmprU7N02PlQOl9N/s400/DSCN4057.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kısır<br />made from fine bulgur (fine pounded wheat)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShaJr7lVfacsMT_ssWD0NmrouSzPpmUaAgsF2jyhOrdTaYBF_cT2SO0vwB718A02rtEG86-ags6K_fSu1ACCrsJBbFbEyVAbZJGOT1IB59svGQItkRE3EFwgScMSmuDKp29k685CDB_qR/s1600-h/DSCN4069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177282781479060274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShaJr7lVfacsMT_ssWD0NmrouSzPpmUaAgsF2jyhOrdTaYBF_cT2SO0vwB718A02rtEG86-ags6K_fSu1ACCrsJBbFbEyVAbZJGOT1IB59svGQItkRE3EFwgScMSmuDKp29k685CDB_qR/s400/DSCN4069.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />slices of lemon with fresh mint on top... just in case there are peoplewho loves to drink their tea with a drop of mind n fresh mint (like my beloved)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEzWgpW2joGkeBL7qtO42NoSxtI3_x9gOqCqpnNo7BKL4I5nIS6czHgH4mjXQmqZPMZIOt0WYcQM_lBV9lk-ZHVRSZ1B0B2_td-ZP5vZ1k0ifCuwy5vXbXRMSHrW_AqCqY0VLob2AaC_2/s1600-h/DSCN4071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177282163003769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEzWgpW2joGkeBL7qtO42NoSxtI3_x9gOqCqpnNo7BKL4I5nIS6czHgH4mjXQmqZPMZIOt0WYcQM_lBV9lk-ZHVRSZ1B0B2_td-ZP5vZ1k0ifCuwy5vXbXRMSHrW_AqCqY0VLob2AaC_2/s400/DSCN4071.JPG" border="0" /></a>a typeof börek with dont ask me what the filleng is hahaha i just made it<br />up again! hahahaah<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qhp7HN-q2zwIuO-P66r28H6Z7ETOmUFaSOHzxmqst2y3c1aFGBykBO03u4M94P-KY-4n4Z6spV1nX-AeC4fPV_R6WW52Xw07CSRc4d75fcOpssOQSn3dAmKZUQxMFOXCEGowBCXh5gYH/s1600-h/DSCN4070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177267658899211026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qhp7HN-q2zwIuO-P66r28H6Z7ETOmUFaSOHzxmqst2y3c1aFGBykBO03u4M94P-KY-4n4Z6spV1nX-AeC4fPV_R6WW52Xw07CSRc4d75fcOpssOQSn3dAmKZUQxMFOXCEGowBCXh5gYH/s400/DSCN4070.JPG" border="0" /></a> a simple salad...<br />freshly diced tomatoes, cucumbers and mint leaves </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">and pickles....etc..etc... forgot to snap the pics :0)<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ncTNQIvnbyuttjE8ZxPq5oOhvTGOQWdt24T_KHSA_R6XkTijOU3_2cCZfYsRZmEB4OE4TCaGD0K46FtA7MqYvEzaBSc786NRW24bQFeZq1sBlGCq6dDvjGmzX76ygQLhxUcHZ6hhNQYd/s1600-h/DSCN4072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177267010359149314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ncTNQIvnbyuttjE8ZxPq5oOhvTGOQWdt24T_KHSA_R6XkTijOU3_2cCZfYsRZmEB4OE4TCaGD0K46FtA7MqYvEzaBSc786NRW24bQFeZq1sBlGCq6dDvjGmzX76ygQLhxUcHZ6hhNQYd/s400/DSCN4072.JPG" border="0" /></a>A dessert.. Baddin's fav..</p><p align="center"><br />tart with vanilla cream filling topped with fresh kiwi,strawberries and berries..<br />topped with jelly(agar agar flown all the way from Malaysia or is it singapore?)... anyway...thanks kak Elle...ibu...KC and gang! :0) love u guys loads! what will i do without ur supply of our local stuffs?<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">I knew i had caught this epidemic virus where diarhoea and vomitting r a part of itz symptoms on Monday... In fact... i had fever that Tuesday night... and i begged Allah silently...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">*Ya Allah... i will be having guests on Thursday... please..postpone this virus attack at least until they have gone*..</span><br /><br />Alhamdulillah... despite not feeling too well... Allah had postponed the violent attack of the diarrhoea...and what do u know?? The moment the guests went.. (we also had a small lady as a guest after the momz tea gathering)...i practically spent the whole night going from and to the toilet...I accepted it coz Allah obviously had accepted my plea to begin with...being sick is a part of my test...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">I was feeling quite ok in the morning... instead of just letting only halil go with thekids to settle the passport extention for my beloved n the kids... i joined too...as usual... we needed other papers ..and therefore only my beloved passport were able to be extended... no matter... we still have till 11 th june to renew the passport of the kids..my concern is the permanent resident renewal next m0nth..i cant say i am looking forward to going on ques for that... :0)</span><br /><br /><br />I have just realised something... Last year... i very rarely joined any *veli cayı* ...tea aka meeting conducted in turns at a parent's home...that was when hatice was in pre school of course... Nowadays...if i am honest with myself... i kindda enjoy going to these teas...no..i do not like taking a mini bus to school before we proceed to the place of tea... yes.. i practically dread when on those days i would have to return home with the kids using the school service...but i find the moms who join the teas are actually very warm and nice... mostly, they are sweet...i kindda enjoy having to get together with them.. chat about the kids' development and problems... and ask the teacher this and that...there are a few of moms of baddin's classmates that i can talk to almost on a lot of topics...the same with the moms of hatice's classmates... those moms who do not work...they usually join these teas...they are sweet as well....and most importantly... they are the humble friendly type even though in general they are rich.. (this is a private school after all)..<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">i was analysing them yesterday... when they came to our home... my home is no doubt small... there isnt any place on the walls... couch...chairs...etc..etc which has no stain...my home truly needs a major overhaul and renovation...but i saw none of them looked down on me..acting high n mighty (as some rich people do)... many tried to help me out while clearing the plates...etc... they looked at me warmly. ...i could feel sincerity in their hearts... which made the time spent on the food preparation (despite i was not feeling very well) all worth it...to recieve guests is a honour in itself... and to recieve guests who r warm... that is a blessing...i think i am looking forward for the next tea meeting in 3 weeks' time :0)</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">What is happening to me?? i am an anti social person.. why am i looking forward to socializing??? hmmm... this is an interesting development :0)</span><br /><br />The thing is.... hatice will be together with the same classmates for at least (maybe more..am not sure of the system) ...3 years... so it helps to get to know the moms better so that we all can communicate with each other better ..to talk about our kids... THank God for the invention of handphones... each of us has each other's number...!<br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">It was also heart warming when yassin was read for baba yesterday... and with the division of yuz...insyaAllah by the next tea time.. we will all try to finish the whole Quran.... dedicated to baba (my late dad in law)... </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Life goeson... and i think..i have decided to enjoy it as best as i possibly can despite all the challenges</span></p><p align="center"><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time.. </p>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-73924162295587974862008-03-10T15:43:00.004+02:002008-03-10T16:02:41.643+02:00The door..There i was.... sitting in front of my pc...checking my email...just got back from buying 12 donuts from u know where hehehe (there goes my weight challenge!)..and the door bell rang...a lady was at the door...<br /><br />l<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">ady: Ben aroma su dan...biz promosyon yapiyorus....bir bedava bidong su veriyoruz</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"> (I am from aroma water (she's a promoter)...we have a promotion right now and we are giving free water.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">simah:Tamam...(ok)..<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">lady: Anneniz yokmu? (isnt ur mom here?)<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">simah: Annem yok ( my mother is not here*which was not a lie*)<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">lady: Evde kimse yok mu? (Isnt anyone at home?)<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">simah: Hayır (Nope..)</span><br /><br />And she gave me the pamplet and left...<br /><br />Phew! thatz one promoter gone! And that lady was asking for my mom??that girl must be younger than i am!!!! hahahahaha<br /><br />p.s..am trying to catch up the news on the election in Malaysia... like many..i am suprised by the results....<br /><br />Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-10897761369516045362008-03-07T15:48:00.012+02:002008-03-07T16:09:10.103+02:00Happy??<div style="text-align: center;">There we were chatting on the way to pick the kids up from school.<br />There i was telling him of that certain period of time...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">when i was happy most (after we got married of course)...</span><br /><br />And then he he looked at me seriously and said;<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">"Ah...but u havent asked me when i was happy most!!"????</span><br /><br />I smiled at him (speculating happily in my mind of his possible answer) and replied...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">"Ok... tell me when"..</span><br /><br />And he said ....<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">"of course i was happy most at those times before u set foot in istanbul!"</span><br /><br />And <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >a very very painful pinch</span> was his reward ..<br />as our gaze locked into each other.... grinning...<br /><br />Cis... memang nak kena mamat ni! :0)<br /><br />And may i redirect ur attention to this one blog for a while? Just pretend u understand what is written there! hahaha<br /><br />here is the link:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.haticevehikaye.blogspot.com/">www.haticevehikaye.blogspot.com</a><br /><br /><br />Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-13234624066320758732008-03-05T20:20:00.014+02:002008-12-13T10:07:04.101+02:00İstiklal Marşı<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvvoL8hs1RppA7N3dIAmda9I7tMkvdXJYtNMv2iE9gZ2j_1FFeN6K3VfXta-Om108BHx4dUv-pMXzCd4-b4BaJG-PKYZLBsAm37Me-xfRgJEcuYU5wnyjb104qd-rl-Qe_wIp1oBOBdJj/s1600-h/DSCN3998.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174325907720665042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvvoL8hs1RppA7N3dIAmda9I7tMkvdXJYtNMv2iE9gZ2j_1FFeN6K3VfXta-Om108BHx4dUv-pMXzCd4-b4BaJG-PKYZLBsAm37Me-xfRgJEcuYU5wnyjb104qd-rl-Qe_wIp1oBOBdJj/s400/DSCN3998.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"> I didnt have the mood to write for a long time....pc problem....hectic life... short depression (for unknown reason)...made me stayed away from writing... i finally wrote something...*So we Can be Safe?...i am not totally too happy with this article...unsystematic story telling... repetition of words... bla bla bla...but it is not so bad...if u r interested...please hop to...<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mytzarticles.blogspot.com/">http://www.mytzarticles.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />well.. u can see the link at the side bar on the right side of this blog anyway...<br /><br /><p></p><p>********************************************************************************</p>On another matter......<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">Dont get me wrong... i think the istiklal marşı ... the national anthem of turkey is nice... just listen to this tune...<br /><br /><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xyT8YJ_-x0/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xyT8YJ_-x0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div>When Baddin's teacher sent a piece of paper with the İstiklal Marsı...the Turkish National Anthem lyrixs for baddin to learn... i subconciously tried to *lose* the paper of the lyrics... i mean... come on!! What do i know of the Turkish National Anthem, eh? I have only heard it a few times!! and so....over the hectic course of the weekend...managed to <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>misplace</em></strong> </span>the paper hehehe(honest!!)</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Then come monday and another note came from his teacher saying that Baddin had not learnt his lines and he should learn it...Haydaaaa...i really wanted to cry then...Halil wount be back till wayyyyyyyyy the kids' past bedtime.... I couldnt call him either... he was in a meeting... At that time... i practically was starting to get headache....And with Hatice's help...she managed to sing (she herself has not learnt the lyrics correctly)the rythm of the song....... and so... just like aliens...i tried to teach both my kids the song. lyrics...</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>As Hatice was doing her homework, i dragged baddin to the pc and prayed that imeem.com has the song for me to learn from (THANKS imeem!)... i got more confused!! The pronounciation and rhythm was such... i had no hope of learning the tune properly..I called Meşe..... Merve (meşe's daughter) picked up the phone... and i asked her help to sing me that song... My *wonderful* (not) turkish pronounciation... my ignorance of the rhythm of the national anthem...all added into one lead to my totall confusion some more...Somehow..i managed to teach baddin almost 3/4 of the song lyrics...<br /><br />If my beloved has time to teach them...it will be great... but he is too busy... and the little time he has at home... he wants to spend it playing with the kids.... not teaching them the national anthem... </div><div></div><div>By Nationality.. my kids r turkish citizens... they live in turkey... they go to a turkish school...so...it is only normal that they should know the Turkish National Anthem... Hatice is 99 percent able to sing the song.. Baddin still has difficulties in the second paragraph ...which is normal coz i have difficulty catching n saying those last 3 lines as well....Here is the lyrics... and see whther u can follow the song n the pronounciation as welll :0)...pls click to the istiklal marşı below for the singing and the music..</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Korkma,sönmez bu şafaklarda yüzen al sancak,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sönmeden yurdumun üstünde tüten en son ocak,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O benim milletimin yıldızıdır, parlayacak;</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">O benimdir, o benim milletimindir ancak.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Çatmak, kurban olayı,çehreni ey nazlı hilal!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Kahraman ırkıma bir gül!Ne bu şiddet, bu celal?</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sana olmaz dökulen kanlarımız sonra helal....</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hakkıdır, Hakk'a tapan, milletimin istiklal!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6N0_CofGBC/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6N0_CofGBC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174324679360018354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj8QlnySU2DXdeg46YqoHnqJe2InIakrlVwc7qqV7Yj-S00zTgWaF8bPd1oVFVHRMA_M6Wk_F4KFfhxS2H_VENaUOXzzaOhGK9ph1X-3jXTOqa1Ka8jZ_9a1BWyaawwKh3AiLIrCQ7fSG/s400/DSCN3995.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time.</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div></div></span>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-79808655487980523362008-03-02T10:14:00.028+02:002008-12-13T10:07:05.721+02:00There is life<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;">Under the snow,<br />Beneath the frozen streams<br />There is life…</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">You have to know<br />When nature sleeps,<br />She dreams there is life…</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">And the colder the winter,<br />The warmer the spring<br />The deeper the sorrow,<br />The more our hearts sing<br />Even when you can’t see it<br />Inside everything<br />There is life…Ohhh…</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">After the rain,<br />The sun will reappear<br />There is life…</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">After the pain,<br />The joy will still be here<br />There is life…</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">For it’s out of the darkness<br />That we learn to see<br />And out of the silence<br />That songs come to be<br />And all that we dream of<br />Awaits patiently…<br />There is life…<br />There is life…<br />Ohhh…</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">For it’s out of the darkness<br />That we learn to see<br />And out of the silence<br />That songs come to be<br />And all that we dream of<br />Awaits patiently…<br />There is life…<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;">(There is)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;">There is life…<br />ohooohooo </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><br /><div align="center">Yes...there is life.... and my life centers around the life of my beloved and my two angels....there is nothing i won't do for them....sooo typical of a wife/mother, eh?</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">In school, next to the normal schooling, the school also have extra co curricular activities in which they call as *Kış okulu* (winter school) , *bahar okulu*(spring school), and *yaz okulu* (summer school)... it is where the students can choose a sport/music instrument/ etc they would like to join in... let say swimming or learning to play a piano and every saturdays, for one hour and a half, they will learn whatever they have chosen for a price of course.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Last semester, Halil decided to let the kids join the winter school...Hatice had always wanted to learn to ride a horse..... we thought that last semester, we would give her that chance... But i think amidst the exhaustion of learining to read and write, she simply refused to join the winter school coz that would mean that she would have to go to school on Saturdays...that was how tiring school was for her last semester...</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Both of my kids actually suprised me when this spring school, they excitedly begged me to let them join the bahar okulu.... of course... i told them that i would discuss it with my beloved coz...well.... to be frank... it is not that cheap... it is 350YTL for one student (every saturdays for 13 weeks)... and 2 kids?? 700 Ytl!! That... i cant say is cheap... and my beloved said yes... and with *sibling discount*... i only paid around 635YTl... phew!..still..it is a lot of money... considering the minimum wage in turkey is 435YTL....i just simply cant imagine how people can live with only 435YTL to support a family... that is too low...May Allah help them...</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">That was the easy part of course.... and well well... Hatice decided to join Badminton...while Baddin was keen on Football...it would have been easier of course if both join the same sport... the timing would be perfect too.... But i knew that wouldnt be wise... they need to expand their own wings and definitely they should not be under the shadow of each other...they should join the thing that interests them most to gain the best benefit...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Hatice... why badminton? Well... mainly i think she sort of once or twice played badminton at the summer house in sapanca... she loves it...and most importantly.. her 2 best friends r also thinking of joining badminton... and sooooo badminton it is...she is joining the badminton session for pre school, grade 1 and grade 2 students...</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Baddin? he is a runner...he lovesssss to run...but he has difficulty in working as a team... and he needs to build his self confidence.... he needs to learn to be competitive..so when he said football..i was more than happy to comply even though his class teacher strongly suggested him to join basketball to strengthened his finger muscles...i want him to learn to be competitive in trying to hit the ball as well as running to get the ball which he truly loves.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">But there is a catch to all these of course.... the catch is... on Saturdays... Halil is mostly not at home.... so who has to send the kids off to school? Of course their beloved anne hehehehe</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">and the best part of all....Hatice's badminton session starts at 9am till 10.30am...baddin? his is from 12.30 noon till 2pm...</div><div align="center">.. that means we have to leave home by 8am and reach home only by approx 3.30pm! That is basically one full day staying at school....</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">I dont mind, really...i'd do anything so that they can develop themselves as best as they possibly can...even if i have to stay long hours at school...</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">And we had our first session of Bahar okulu....I think it was good... it was quite fun...except the part returning home from school... coz that was the time the mini busses are mostly busy and packed with passengers... the traffic jammed.... it really gave me headache.... But the kids had fun during their badminton n football session... who am i to spoil that for them by saying.... *u cant join the sports coz i cant send u??*</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">And so... every saturdays.... my kids and i will try to enjoy ourselves in school :0)</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOSMSUPPpn6ckgodgzWMns8JBBOkPmFgslghH0Q2r2vlLV9VZ2MzjIpw4H48AkV0QkOGfzv0VxacaeEqJ1qV8Ca7dc_NVUiBKCEyDdsIJvw3_p3zxRJ4Bl4-Ki-fOlbPvwWF0j0CtDzHw/s1600-h/DSCN3966.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173070263381239698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOSMSUPPpn6ckgodgzWMns8JBBOkPmFgslghH0Q2r2vlLV9VZ2MzjIpw4H48AkV0QkOGfzv0VxacaeEqJ1qV8Ca7dc_NVUiBKCEyDdsIJvw3_p3zxRJ4Bl4-Ki-fOlbPvwWF0j0CtDzHw/s400/DSCN3966.JPG" border="0" /></a> hatice with her two best friends; elanur and merve<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaed-5ygIWO7zhBVLG_nzbCCnK9SxbIXZudk0pxosMdUNoQimuYls4XRt5o4IaBBrfCAtxcgETd-yjnRtoxElrEq0-Xc6xFgxCH2RuGwdTxeMjkguQrqoLFUBzRMWzT2fLMaVPyMJt3dcW/s1600-h/DSCN3967.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173065233974536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaed-5ygIWO7zhBVLG_nzbCCnK9SxbIXZudk0pxosMdUNoQimuYls4XRt5o4IaBBrfCAtxcgETd-yjnRtoxElrEq0-Xc6xFgxCH2RuGwdTxeMjkguQrqoLFUBzRMWzT2fLMaVPyMJt3dcW/s400/DSCN3967.JPG" border="0" /></a> the coach at the beginning of the session..<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBotlSpNDgBwfMdIIH9LeiF54nEcEBE0H3RJftN9wh2pqyMMWu20YySd5uBJcR09lDUAmc7hsRvodJeO3J9urH1aMI1ZhL58RSQ5UF1K5fTm46yOtDXMzSIesoiJ2wNAI3cyIlvpTnz9ld/s1600-h/DSCN3971.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173064370686109554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBotlSpNDgBwfMdIIH9LeiF54nEcEBE0H3RJftN9wh2pqyMMWu20YySd5uBJcR09lDUAmc7hsRvodJeO3J9urH1aMI1ZhL58RSQ5UF1K5fTm46yOtDXMzSIesoiJ2wNAI3cyIlvpTnz9ld/s400/DSCN3971.JPG" border="0" /></a> You must learn to hold the badminton racquet properly...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlj2QDz83L1sf9jd0EegB4_FZz7YvCtb6ay977daAkjb0JsaSRs-Vm-VNMThooy2coKeUCVdEgWmFxYsRnjsIdf95kwDdv_xpzJNFU-gzaUIS2sNzSRULYoffG8hG7rwBx1MaE71VNvSNw/s1600-h/DSCN3973.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173061643381876578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlj2QDz83L1sf9jd0EegB4_FZz7YvCtb6ay977daAkjb0JsaSRs-Vm-VNMThooy2coKeUCVdEgWmFxYsRnjsIdf95kwDdv_xpzJNFU-gzaUIS2sNzSRULYoffG8hG7rwBx1MaE71VNvSNw/s400/DSCN3973.JPG" border="0" /></a>Hatice with her new racquet...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEG8_SJPm6KigkF_d14GwAQtXPWAOK8JoK_OyhKKf5U8NRhhq_FdKmrDwfkh2sAG33xHg6ACidX1_3211xQP4-vS_eZfkiBkSecS3eOTUg0gJ31hsVlGrJ7hIcAaTaecs1phN7CwsQs5f/s1600-h/DSCN3975.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173060157323192146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEG8_SJPm6KigkF_d14GwAQtXPWAOK8JoK_OyhKKf5U8NRhhq_FdKmrDwfkh2sAG33xHg6ACidX1_3211xQP4-vS_eZfkiBkSecS3eOTUg0gJ31hsVlGrJ7hIcAaTaecs1phN7CwsQs5f/s400/DSCN3975.JPG" border="0" /></a>Lunch time at 10.30am...i brought their lunch from home..<br /><br />ribbon shaped pasta cooked with mushroom, hotdog and fresh tomatoes..<br /><br />ice tea bought from the school canteen..<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjep547H0-5xpMrvp5f88wCgLTYUlSi1lqvgjSTbmmPOaFW9_AUdyjphUqsgGSrrlXdFRJiBhu3zmGg7E5eTVXIukjtSQ-IQ5qJ_GBCPDN954nGKuHDGdPggG9BtVWKAXyuBy0hOSd2gP99/s1600-h/DSCN3976.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173059676286854978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjep547H0-5xpMrvp5f88wCgLTYUlSi1lqvgjSTbmmPOaFW9_AUdyjphUqsgGSrrlXdFRJiBhu3zmGg7E5eTVXIukjtSQ-IQ5qJ_GBCPDN954nGKuHDGdPggG9BtVWKAXyuBy0hOSd2gP99/s400/DSCN3976.JPG" border="0" /></a>playing with the green board while waiting for baddin's football session to start<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OHBaK25f2N1u9hBZDy72mYdbYZ9EyBzdX8QwqlzpdUtPGA4fpKm3ZioG4-R7V5KA_TNIxIU07552npfN3VoJYfCkyN3ZEpesl8ucNPOU4v9ovt-0oLOA1aUii4rQO4e8zXOrwaAz4RJg/s1600-h/DSCN3977.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173058946142414642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OHBaK25f2N1u9hBZDy72mYdbYZ9EyBzdX8QwqlzpdUtPGA4fpKm3ZioG4-R7V5KA_TNIxIU07552npfN3VoJYfCkyN3ZEpesl8ucNPOU4v9ovt-0oLOA1aUii4rQO4e8zXOrwaAz4RJg/s400/DSCN3977.JPG" border="0" /></a>2 siblings at the football sort of field..<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmy5x-3TfnENhL2rH6FLQWQL-jJBXs0iXLn5O0-nPsLkz4JgMmt7Uiv8yXJMB7sXqrMonHkQYeHEFMw-MCzQOC28qEXzgAPd4mZ6VHjneTzEzwqBCdK1qHFM0lI2S6VUG5WYybWrIXVyV-/s1600-h/DSCN3981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173058211703007010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmy5x-3TfnENhL2rH6FLQWQL-jJBXs0iXLn5O0-nPsLkz4JgMmt7Uiv8yXJMB7sXqrMonHkQYeHEFMw-MCzQOC28qEXzgAPd4mZ6VHjneTzEzwqBCdK1qHFM0lI2S6VUG5WYybWrIXVyV-/s400/DSCN3981.JPG" border="0" /></a>baddin playing football..<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oaxVLXE0EEpJYpxkrZHE64Z2UKSVXMva5hJAVuR3HEM7Xn6KRt3lle1yokprVLNrbHkvhbRrk5cITLLQZJLuu6ipVn4OKdFQMYpoBY2bCF-8TBL5FL9-6htvx2EOQDQAkZov7nfy0e3C/s1600-h/DSCN3982.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173057683422029586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oaxVLXE0EEpJYpxkrZHE64Z2UKSVXMva5hJAVuR3HEM7Xn6KRt3lle1yokprVLNrbHkvhbRrk5cITLLQZJLuu6ipVn4OKdFQMYpoBY2bCF-8TBL5FL9-6htvx2EOQDQAkZov7nfy0e3C/s400/DSCN3982.JPG" border="0" /></a>his face was as red as a beetroot by the end of the football session... hehehe </div><br /><div>and he was begging me to take a taxi instead of a mini bus..</div><br /><div>Sorry son... i will go bankrupt if we take a taxi every saturdays...so mini bus it is for us :0)<br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtN7HPelxVsA8ZJ4dJ5BKTVxNisPDhWkGHpODo_3iS-_b2aLZtmQKc_P2roxTdBJzrpJM812EcAFRQdKJNnM8N5BBeXlucP8MV6Z-bKE_plcyMXC5yf9ph8Moshzt-chjA9FGpYlOLMlTw/s1600-h/DSCN3984.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173055471513872130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtN7HPelxVsA8ZJ4dJ5BKTVxNisPDhWkGHpODo_3iS-_b2aLZtmQKc_P2roxTdBJzrpJM812EcAFRQdKJNnM8N5BBeXlucP8MV6Z-bKE_plcyMXC5yf9ph8Moshzt-chjA9FGpYlOLMlTw/s400/DSCN3984.JPG" border="0" /></a> Baddin is the shortest boy in the session... i think he is the only pre schools student in the session.. the rest are from the first grade and the second grade hehehe</div><br /><div>so he truly need to work hard to get the ball from the bigger boys..<br /></div><br /><div>There is life in each child....we just need to find ways to bring that life out of their shells..</div><br /><div>I dunno if this will bring the life that exists in my children...but i am trying..that is the most important thing of all...trying... :0)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div></div></div><br /></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-13978594473823632392008-02-27T08:06:00.013+02:002008-12-13T10:07:09.971+02:00Silent İ was..Where do i start after a bit of silence these while? Should i start by showing you my 2 fav pics of 2 mondays ago, a day after Halil came back from Bursa in the heavy snow?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbINlhr_2TE6-B1eXACPhlYK447r0AGkqoFEIM_VBC-UhfWXvkQ0Dp7dsr1VjOOLapY8IDePFsmzK5NNnp3OeEJl634W9xDare3HSn0RPYNVh4-Ff8SJyibGuj9iKTj792PgAxLkiRwV5H/s1600-h/DSCN3936.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171546551729543442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbINlhr_2TE6-B1eXACPhlYK447r0AGkqoFEIM_VBC-UhfWXvkQ0Dp7dsr1VjOOLapY8IDePFsmzK5NNnp3OeEJl634W9xDare3HSn0RPYNVh4-Ff8SJyibGuj9iKTj792PgAxLkiRwV5H/s400/DSCN3936.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171547586816661794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Y1QVQ2vFfBXn_5YVPYKXhFiMTI0Fyv5HsaxG1Ziv_sSxtv1dEFdWbGZI1vKgDWfMI9kZk-GV6V_IEKcEi03KJRtjuuyCmL_LlO_4Fb__9na4X64j3IqS8DousN6q-X7aornh4vn960Fj/s400/DSCN3941.JPG" border="0" />Or should i tell of of the worries we all living in Turkey have over, tğrks and expat alike, over the safety of our "mehmetcik", a term used to refer to the turkish soldiers in the northern iraq? Lives have been lost, families have already let the flood of tears flow down their cheeks.<br /><br /><br /><br />Or should i tell u of the better news? THat on Monday, the ban on headscarves in universities has been lifted. That even though legally students should be allowed to enter the universities wearing headscarves, a number of rectors of certain universities refused to, resulting the freedom of wearing the headscarves in universities not totally happening yet?<br /><br /><br /><br />Or should i open up my personal feelings of anger towards CHP for wanting to challenge that ban in the court of law.....?? I still cannot understand this opposition towards headscarves. But looking at the brighter side.... many university students went to study with their headscarves on. Many rejoicing this fact. .....Hopeful for the better. Of course, this doesnt mean that those working in the governement sectors or students in primary and secondary schools can wear headscarves.... No, it doesnt. .... the ban is only lifted for university students..nowhere else... the wearing of head scarves is and will always be an issue here...<br /><br /><br /><br />Where did i go missing? Pc problem again? No...it isnt actually... i was just simply purely busy. ...Rushing here...rushing there.....Take yesterday for example.... i woke up at 5am to correct the language of the paper halil needed to send for the conference in kuala lumpur this june....did some ironing.......by 6.30am, i woke the kids up..rushed here n there to prepare them for school...(clothing, breakfast etc)...the moment i sent them off.... i thought... maybe i can have breakfast?? But oh no!! the apt is soooo dusty (from 2 days of not tidying the place)...i should do that! By the time i almost finished vacuming and mopping the last room.... oh NO!! Noter!! i had to do an important thing for my beloved at Noter (that is where u get ur document copied, stamped n u pay a lot of money for that).... and i needed to go to a courrier place... i thought there was this MNG courier near this place....walked there fast only to find the courrier no longer resided there!! It was 9.20am and i had to leave to the kids' school by 9.30am!! Called Mıstık (baba's helper) to ask for another courrier place.... rushed to find a taxi and finished sending the papers for my beloved's application for his *Doçentlik* (associate proffessorship)...please pray that his application will be approved......rushed to take another taxi to go to the minibus road... took a minibus towards the school and by 1020am....reached the school... only to discover that my appointment with hatice's class teacher was actually next week!! huwaaaa..i wanted to cry...Luckily, her teacher pitied me and asked me if she could see me by 12.30 noon... and so..i took another taxi n went to a toys r us shop in the area coz i had stuffs to buy for baddin's supriz gunu (Suprize day)...saw hatice's teacher..a one to one chat (i have updated both the kids' blog if u r interested)...with her teacher... took a minibus towards home...bla bla bla... and by night... as halil n i were watching the dvd in the living room... the dvd was actually watching me heheheheheheh<br /><br /><br /><br />Another long day today... n i simply sacrificed my morning walk today mainly coz... i am sooo tired n i have thousands of other things to do today.....and people say that housewives dont do much??<br /><br /><br /><br />It was also last Saturday that the Zaims went to an *anma toplantısı*.. a gathering organised to remember and discuss the qualities of baba (my late dad in law) as a point reference for character for us still living mortal souls. It is good to be honoured in life as well as in death.... Eversince baba died, many organizations had organized such a gathering in many places.... istanbul, ankara, adapazarı, bursa...to name a few... one will be organized in Bosnia as well (where baba was a rector in one of the universities)...another in if i am not mistaken..Dublin?....Last Saturday gathering... the president n the prime minister couldnt come... but they did faxed in some speech...<br /><br /><br /><br />MasyaAllah..baba had lived a full life...he has roads,schools, cultural center...etc..etc... named after him... there is also a university in the making where they plan to name a university after him...I mean for an educator to be honoured like this... this just shows that if u do something properly and with a good cause... U do get ur reward even in this mortal life...<br /><br /><br /><br />Selim was right in Saying... baba is indeed one in a million... a real gentleman in all sense... his dedication..his character... his religious beliefs...i mean...if one combine the goodness of heart and organizing traits of Meşe, the smiling gentle face of Selim, the care for the family of Kerim, the total concentration of work of Halim and the fluency of speech of my beloved...only then, somehow a part of baba can be liven up.....baba is indeed so special...<br /><br /><br /><br />Did we cry that day... ? the slide show prepared by the organizer was wonderful..it caught the essence of the real baba... all of the zaims cried openly .. i managed not to cry of course...i stopped myself...but that slide show.... it was really really beautiful....<br /><br /><br /><br />Even Baddin...a small child of 6, he still makes it a point specially to remember one main lesson he had learnt from his dede... to first wear his right shoes and then his left shoes... a lesson he holds dear to his heart coz his dede had personally taught him that...<br /><br /><br /><br />Even after all these while... we still miss him....his apt is still open... mıstık still goes there everyday to look after the place....only he is no longer there....<br /><br />I seriously dont know when i can really sit down n blog hop properly... again my apologies if i cant hop hop where ur quill lies in the blogging world...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFrFj9SBCnUW00aDZSTJROjpxt_3lcJhvROWZ0jWFhUTcfQkONqElehTa3Ar-5boMHxzPIkhCAFqNlIOB0or05OLOynn6DGlYopoUC6NgasinBCXvutohCrBm8p-Hmr-LN3xrytdj_Uwz/s1600-h/DSCN3958.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171545512347457794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFrFj9SBCnUW00aDZSTJROjpxt_3lcJhvROWZ0jWFhUTcfQkONqElehTa3Ar-5boMHxzPIkhCAFqNlIOB0or05OLOynn6DGlYopoUC6NgasinBCXvutohCrBm8p-Hmr-LN3xrytdj_Uwz/s400/DSCN3958.JPG" border="0" /></a> the banner...</div><div align="center">organised by istanbul iktisatçılar derneği<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvcTbDXiP9zpQY8Kf3aQy6WRsnAdmTcGfsCCKdpivZUno6J2jHnJW9h3lGq7kN9hv9KC9gfZhS3N_bxmo_Vn6DaezEoKg8VUv4n-KjRoFBHacTuBiROPQptjNOEZl14gbcwd-Yn1UHgRC/s1600-h/DSCN3946.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171543790065572082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvcTbDXiP9zpQY8Kf3aQy6WRsnAdmTcGfsCCKdpivZUno6J2jHnJW9h3lGq7kN9hv9KC9gfZhS3N_bxmo_Vn6DaezEoKg8VUv4n-KjRoFBHacTuBiROPQptjNOEZl14gbcwd-Yn1UHgRC/s400/DSCN3946.JPG" border="0" /></a> the gorgeous ladies who attended the gathering..<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaim7Azq2N959snfnXJq5g4zIGYRbA9iPr8scx4Hj-zPEFM-snNtR8KhJkiz27lER_J0dJMjvFyrJpphQP5yCZ8jEoiPMMBCjkxe87J_IRAu61gMauU1-Tz_vMu2zh9UatGqT58HzC0Mdv/s1600-h/DSCN3947.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171542218107541730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaim7Azq2N959snfnXJq5g4zIGYRbA9iPr8scx4Hj-zPEFM-snNtR8KhJkiz27lER_J0dJMjvFyrJpphQP5yCZ8jEoiPMMBCjkxe87J_IRAu61gMauU1-Tz_vMu2zh9UatGqT58HzC0Mdv/s400/DSCN3947.JPG" border="0" /></a>the men..<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsAvfYfK23I8u0EV3NRXql0T6fnpPeuGpE9su_b_aUzWorNXOmXcPw7zimiAP8p4wXlLJncT21FJaPwrBE9PFb5JIT1Gk5AVN3msm-x26pjBxLfZqK8LnpJzIlX6nWdbfGA2tfjpxO8fy/s1600-h/DSCN3955.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171539868760430786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsAvfYfK23I8u0EV3NRXql0T6fnpPeuGpE9su_b_aUzWorNXOmXcPw7zimiAP8p4wXlLJncT21FJaPwrBE9PFb5JIT1Gk5AVN3msm-x26pjBxLfZqK8LnpJzIlX6nWdbfGA2tfjpxO8fy/s400/DSCN3955.JPG" border="0" /></a>Another nice photos of them..<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171541045581469906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEaO4nX5BmqyUmE7fdnrIxwtVBjoVlPq5sjBHLdn8r-g8keSamMa6E9I5-1QWcMrsFgcx2r91iyS8qtbMIo1qwaUpWS7keKUvSStHVm-qrWmYAiEgy7qdDQEEz_47cJC-5CqESAuOzkId/s400/DSCN3954.JPG" border="0" /> My beloved was also one of the speakers..<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_xIjbp07UC65vGN8lEDyn8n8fKfU5MsG70AzKw0HnBd0N9056s4A_kVDYzlb_nxbsnAp0Ud1zFNsuWgc5A-qB4GMOlyaC9wt0zfy5tzvrCgCtnkDIG2U2WE2I4HkqmUV9h8mv3hBLBSD/s1600-h/DSCN3956.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171538283917498546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_xIjbp07UC65vGN8lEDyn8n8fKfU5MsG70AzKw0HnBd0N9056s4A_kVDYzlb_nxbsnAp0Ud1zFNsuWgc5A-qB4GMOlyaC9wt0zfy5tzvrCgCtnkDIG2U2WE2I4HkqmUV9h8mv3hBLBSD/s400/DSCN3956.JPG" border="0" /></a>My beloved and i..<br /><br /><div>Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div></div></div></div></div></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-7723170800995942252008-02-20T11:57:00.011+02:002008-12-13T10:07:10.200+02:00Update and TAGGEDLet us together pray for <a href="http://kakelle.blogspot.com/">Kak Elle's </a>dad...for his recovery...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">It was Wednesday... it was quite cold actually... as i was on my usual morning walk at my beloved park... drops of sort of ice started to fall onto me... small pieces of ice... SNOW? nahhhhhhhhh..it couldnt be! i heard no news of snow coming from anywhere... i continued my walk... and exactly 9.30am..my usual time... i left the place to head for home... it was then the snow started to intensify..i was wearing thin clothing.... but i was warm from my one and a half morning walk (i am as fat as ever..gained more kgs...still trying to get a constant walk but very difficult these days)... and so..in happiness..i walked on... to one of the bakeries near our street to buy my favourite tahinli ekmek (bread made with tahin.. i think it is made from sesame seed..added with sugar in liquid form... it tastes almost like peanut butter)......and guess what??it was still hot!! (saat 10 sabah...selimin sevdi firından tahin ekmek çok muhteşem yaaa) i was soo hungry...well... naturally.. the cold weather..the walk... the snow.... it did that to u... and so while walking home... i was eating my tahinli ekmek (it was hot n far too tempting!)...i ate half of it! hahahaha..i lost some calories and i gained more by eating that ekmek! hahahahaha..and kids... let me repeat that eating while walking is not recommended...eating should be while sitting :0)<br /></span><br />It was that nite i heard on the news that snow was actually coming.....the weekend was to be with snow...<br />Oh no!! i said to myself... on Saturday, Mehveş will have to go to Bursa to give a lecture there. Hopefully she would be ok..i prayed... It was snowing... the snow was loads.. but she went home safe and sound...even halil had the meeting at the other side of the bridge that day... one in europe... and one a radio talk in Asia...it was really hard for him that day too as it was terribly snowing n the traffic was tremendously terrible... the weather worsened... as our pc decided to go on go on strike and refused to start!! Great eh? It was no pc eversince Thursday!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">The kids n i had fun with the snow on Saturday....Istanbul was covered in snow.... it was wonderful (if u dont have to go to work of course) but that night the weather worsened....my mind started to get worried... i kept telling Halil to cancel his lecture in Bursa on Sunday... but he said... he couldnt cancel his first lecture......etc..etc...and so at 4.30am... as he called the taxi to go to the bus station for Bursa....<br /></span><br />One wife's heart and mind started to worry as the road was again white in snow..... it should have been fun playing with the kids under the powerful wind and strong gush of snow everywhere... as snowballs were thrown to each other...but at a corner of my mind... i prayed non stop for halil to reach his destination.... safe and sound.... i held my handphone next to me for news of him...it was no use turning on to the news on tv.. everywhere u see vehicles were stranded... everywhere u see accidents... lives ended...as many got injured... and when halil called at 5.30pm to say that the bus tickets were cancelled due to snow... that increased my worry...I thought to myself... well...perhaps that was for the better.... even though deep down i soo wanted him home with me... but later he said he found a bus... the first bus to move towards istanbul eversince 1.30 pm...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">How can this wife not be in the ultimate worry eh? the weather was bad... everywhere in Turkey..even Antalya which had not snowed for 15 years had snow!!...and so together with the kids.... we prayed for the safety of this one beloved of ours...my tem.. their baba... as the rest of the siblings too tried to get his latest update.... Alhamdulillah all our prayers were answered as at 12 midnight... he rang the door with 2 kokoreç n ayran (hahaha eating is a must).... i was soo relieved.... i had missed him so much...and so he was free to spend the 2 days of xtra holiday ( monday n tuesday was pronounced off days for school kids) with his kids.... and on Monday nite .... the pc decided to end the trike and be well again...(for now)..of course... i couldnt even check my mails or update my blog as the 3 *kids* in this home dominated the pc with their games... grrrr...<br /></span><br />Ah...finally.. i managed to *throw* them out! hahahahah<br />Enough said....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDgU6w1paMbQ4ENg5eH18a3YpYyStMUJijjaEPnD6fEpC9h_9vpFEPxl-D3YWtvLXXoUHAV0K6MGNSI-RITB9O6u0rCb_RSvZ9aZmJN3lRETfnM_7Kwhcbvobqkl5zK9oe1Xrv3DITk59/s1600-h/AWARD+lah+_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169000138634188962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDgU6w1paMbQ4ENg5eH18a3YpYyStMUJijjaEPnD6fEpC9h_9vpFEPxl-D3YWtvLXXoUHAV0K6MGNSI-RITB9O6u0rCb_RSvZ9aZmJN3lRETfnM_7Kwhcbvobqkl5zK9oe1Xrv3DITk59/s400/AWARD%25252Blah%25252B_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>I was awarded this *friendly site award* by our very own <a href="http://kaklady.blogspot.com/">Kak Lady </a>one of friendliest ladies on the planet... a blogger who entertains us of stories of her kids in her sweet way that most times u r left with a grin on ur face...a perfect antidote for bad days... thanks akak :0) so as not to break the chain.... i hereby tag....<br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">*theta*<br />*mama rock*<br />*Queen of the House*<br />*mulan*<br />*Doctor in the House* </span></div><div><br />if it up to me.. i will tag u all up... tapi like kak lady said... malas nak type banyak banyak.. heheheh..u can see the links 2 their blogs at the right side bar of this blog... </div><div><br /><a href="http://kaklady.blogspot.com/">Kak Lady</a>, tagged me to list out five of my favourite links. </div><div><br />Then tag five more people to share their links. Did that :0) </div><div><br />They can be business links, favorite sites, affiliate links, whatever you want. At the end of the tag we would be able to share good links from others.<br />Rules: </div><div><br />1. MUST be clean. No X-rated sites. 2. Only FIVE links. 3. MUST tell 5 people. 4. A link back to the person who tagged you. 5. An active link.<br />İskh..bahaya ni..nak cerita ka ni?? ok la.. here r the sites i always go to :0) </div><div><br />1. <a href="http://yahoo.com/">Yahoo homepage</a> coz i have to read the world news from there first... n besides... my rocketmail email account enters from yahoo homepage ..pagi pagi first thing in the morning... i always check my email ooo..:0) </div><div><br />2. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/imeem.com/">imeem </a>just to check out hot songs n singers names...so that later i can download them from limewire... a must these days coz i can rarely watch mtv these days.... i am getting outdated of the latests in the music world... thank God Merve n Safa (mese's kids) always update me as well of the latest news... :0) </div><div><br />3. <a href="http://tkm.ibb.gov.tr/AnaSayfa.aspx">İstanbul traffic Control Center</a> xtremely useful to check out the traffic situation in istanbul... they also have cameras all over the main spots..so u can actually see the traffic situation visually... not just as dots...the dots... well.. u can see which road is jammed and which road is not...really really useful..i tell u... i am trying to download this thing to halil's handphone..but error keep coming out...hmm...</div><div><br />4. <a href="http://www.yemeksepeti.com/">Yemek Sepeti</a> a list of restaurants to order ur food online... i always check them out..just never really order from there yet...coz our family's fav food chain numbers r already pasted at the door..n we have very specific fav... lahmacun n kebaps from haci Başa... burgers from Mc. Donalds...pizza from Domino pizza..baklava from emiroglu... all actually quite near to our home... and fang fang... it sells tomyam as well...hmmm...(weiiii... tunggu bulan 6 balik mesia wei!!)</div><div><br />5. <a href="http://todayszaman.com/">Today's Zaman</a> i dont like reading the news online...i prefer to read the news from the classical printed newspaper... we r subscribed to Zaman (the turkish language newspaper...a sibling of Today's zaman)...but u know me.... i prefer to read english.... so until halil subscribes us to Today's zaman..i am stuck to reading online... *hint hint* heheheh</div><br /><br />need to tidy up my home... i promise to reply the comments in my previous entry and blog hop whenever i can... sooo sorry... bukkannya tak nak blog hop... tak sempat....<br />Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-90596738891674326612008-02-12T14:54:00.000+02:002008-12-13T10:07:11.557+02:00Snow<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Living in Malaysia..with only high humidity, sun and rain all year long…i used to envy those who could go overseas to enjoy spring, winter and fall of 4 seasons countries. I used to enjoy looking at their clothing…on tv.. different sets of styles for each season…i was fascinated by their winter coats…gloves.. and the snow!!! Awww….they looked elegant…and different.. I couldnt get enough watching that !! It must have been fun to be able to build a snow man…and to snow fight… in the high humidity of Malaysia… to escape in my mind into another season…….was wonderful…coming from a middle class working family, i knew going to overseas was not an option at all…. And so..i dreamt..…there is no harm to dream eh? Besides… i never dreamed of ending up in another country..to actually live there... that was far from mind….!! I was fascinated as well as scared to death…<br /></span><br />As i was at the airport leaving Penang for İstanbul, i still remember my mom’s friend’s son told me to not buy too thick winter jackets…at least the ones that will make u look like a walking fat snowman….*Buy winter jackets that will keep u warm as well as keep u looking good…* he said….He was right of course… he used to study overseas..he should know...he was right to insistently told mr to not kill my style and body shape while keeping myself warm…<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">But did i listen? Hehehehe well..sort of....i was more concerned of keeping myself warm…so i bought quite a big winter jacket..at least bigger than my size then... but i was warm somehow…The truth is…u dont need to have too thick winter jackets in İstanbul coz it rarely snow and the snow doesnt really stay…it usually melt almost immediately…<br /><br /></span>But going to places where the snow doesnt melt is of course a different matter… last year…i bought this blue winter jacket which makes me 3 times fatter but is the warmest (coz it is the thickest) of all… i have thinner jackets…so having a thick one is a must somehow… who knows i might be in the snowy snow place…i thought…. And i was right… it needed it…though i looked so fat in it (in addition to my already fat figure…).. i was warm…<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">And for this Malaysian..to be with the snow….aaaaaahhh….. i simply love it! Esp when u r at the height of more than 1300 metres high :0) i guess if u put Malaysians at snow places….. u will find that they r the most easly recognizable lot coz they will be among the happiest lot…. At least this Malaysian was…is and will always be :0)<br /></span><br />İ will be slowly uploading the rest of the photos into my photo blog… in a day or two.. </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">The kids had fun in particular... there was no doubt about it! :0)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiU76HhfhAJG8i_1-46j9bG6cyQDkegR7oxyyMrI3NA51fwvYlBzbmwgjs0esZ3gy-hCTlOUFrN0etlVevOff-nzRS0zLtKQzJuqUTvC-u2Uf10JcpHnabuwVwLYGdnXTRH_f_op3yiSj1/s1600-h/DSCN3860.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166087162965022850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiU76HhfhAJG8i_1-46j9bG6cyQDkegR7oxyyMrI3NA51fwvYlBzbmwgjs0esZ3gy-hCTlOUFrN0etlVevOff-nzRS0zLtKQzJuqUTvC-u2Uf10JcpHnabuwVwLYGdnXTRH_f_op3yiSj1/s400/DSCN3860.JPG" border="0" /></a> the view<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2Stl8bqhIUUHv-xdx7y-zxY0KVX99P4bwLJdNZIuF9ZYJKZLKgVcG4Z7pYKKm1v7esyX26UmDbWJxli0hB5tmUjtjbVzecFeOJOzgEGBPJ1f6Axc5XHN_gXqcArCNx9axfcCKhPxgUz1/s1600-h/DSCN3878.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166086415640713330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2Stl8bqhIUUHv-xdx7y-zxY0KVX99P4bwLJdNZIuF9ZYJKZLKgVcG4Z7pYKKm1v7esyX26UmDbWJxli0hB5tmUjtjbVzecFeOJOzgEGBPJ1f6Axc5XHN_gXqcArCNx9axfcCKhPxgUz1/s400/DSCN3878.JPG" border="0" /></a> See? i told you!! i look soo fat with this winter jacket..but i was warm at least :0)<br />for those style lover..u must be horrified looking at me eh? hehehe<br />true..i am fat...but i am NOT THİS FAT! :0)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvy0JRCDGJB__jShXoCFmKv8XOZHPuHhv3A-wkG7LAHtkKSe9n5QyjMMI9jKV_UoHdnUi9UAWHGg88djTFtUTF4NcfpOcA4Ael9A2GmU6jsXABVoVvHbLIM5tbZ1KsWwU4IDxMHGCNVqsV/s1600-h/DSCN3865.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166084852272617570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvy0JRCDGJB__jShXoCFmKv8XOZHPuHhv3A-wkG7LAHtkKSe9n5QyjMMI9jKV_UoHdnUi9UAWHGg88djTFtUTF4NcfpOcA4Ael9A2GmU6jsXABVoVvHbLIM5tbZ1KsWwU4IDxMHGCNVqsV/s400/DSCN3865.JPG" border="0" /></a>My family photo<br />Feb 2008<br />A Snow Experience to Remember.. :0)<br /><br />Selimmmm.... u shouldnt have called us down so early! Grrr *wink*<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCjQo09ictQBe70SNEQObVOb_6lE0vTC9ayaA6nWyrxa3kxXVweqRuhCN50vR3tKPgX5GdHlKNpQ89GdAO9yVdZJxx_0hciGudhfaHjax5B6PXPS54a36IhhiqBYyJk5LSUj8QsLBgcqW/s1600-h/DSCN3864.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166083821480466514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCjQo09ictQBe70SNEQObVOb_6lE0vTC9ayaA6nWyrxa3kxXVweqRuhCN50vR3tKPgX5GdHlKNpQ89GdAO9yVdZJxx_0hciGudhfaHjax5B6PXPS54a36IhhiqBYyJk5LSUj8QsLBgcqW/s400/DSCN3864.JPG" border="0" /></a>For me to smile showing my teeth.. that means i was totally enjoying myself :0)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXaAa5WqMo-UKy_PipYYTOZnZGdXKRDddN0DVEwzWxxkf4NpL8OtwcbOaLB8-skFqffNsrhgE8GYggFxWMVp9vDOF3GW6ME7hyphenhyphenw0ZIbugpUncftAJXr5o4gNiwR25aK37DozkesCULTQGz/s1600-h/DSCN3880.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166082554465114178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXaAa5WqMo-UKy_PipYYTOZnZGdXKRDddN0DVEwzWxxkf4NpL8OtwcbOaLB8-skFqffNsrhgE8GYggFxWMVp9vDOF3GW6ME7hyphenhyphenw0ZIbugpUncftAJXr5o4gNiwR25aK37DozkesCULTQGz/s400/DSCN3880.JPG" border="0" /></a> red faced kids (so as the rest of the kids)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhZIt5ZF3Y6PZidVeoC9YDGef1MIw0BWnLXvjAbCN4Xdsp7E5viT2V5OL2IzGsGDE-DdgLCL3q7q9PsNQRJBmiF7Lb3nraFZQnanLCVi1Cqgg4MBUlZ83MGk0oZ_gYjw89RSrFr5d9mze/s1600-h/DSCN3867.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166080445636171826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhZIt5ZF3Y6PZidVeoC9YDGef1MIw0BWnLXvjAbCN4Xdsp7E5viT2V5OL2IzGsGDE-DdgLCL3q7q9PsNQRJBmiF7Lb3nraFZQnanLCVi1Cqgg4MBUlZ83MGk0oZ_gYjw89RSrFr5d9mze/s400/DSCN3867.JPG" border="0" /></a> up up up n away!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTx40oGbwTPfIPqe49x9s79KIANnbqKi7CrPGVskR8frhCmTHJNNO4QAd9UCd1NqXMuSrzAbLemsxnkXts-LWy4AuW4cs6mAWLOTdesw9LMJGHENLcSbt2CvN-KlSqicrwZbagRXtRkxZ7/s1600-h/DSCN3890.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166079290289969186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTx40oGbwTPfIPqe49x9s79KIANnbqKi7CrPGVskR8frhCmTHJNNO4QAd9UCd1NqXMuSrzAbLemsxnkXts-LWy4AuW4cs6mAWLOTdesw9LMJGHENLcSbt2CvN-KlSqicrwZbagRXtRkxZ7/s400/DSCN3890.JPG" border="0" /></a>one way to slide down heheheh<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFWqqJwN1Oipbb4Qf8ZXtlXO7Xcp7z4PkV8NT7TG_hyU2rV0rMhXyAjsq-bJjw6e49YTdHBgFsx8P-iHhXihcqo4JnktTFekj069XPiCiSMBWfv9PkiwmPLI_htrRZAbzUQGVi-7uZr_q/s1600-h/DSCN3891.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166078328217294866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFWqqJwN1Oipbb4Qf8ZXtlXO7Xcp7z4PkV8NT7TG_hyU2rV0rMhXyAjsq-bJjw6e49YTdHBgFsx8P-iHhXihcqo4JnktTFekj069XPiCiSMBWfv9PkiwmPLI_htrRZAbzUQGVi-7uZr_q/s400/DSCN3891.JPG" border="0" /></a>or u can just roll urself down!! hahahaha Keremcan and hatice ctually did that for a few seconds much to my horror! </div><div><br /><div>Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div></div></div><br /></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-58251540181638761802008-02-07T16:02:00.001+02:002008-12-13T10:07:13.574+02:00This week..(2nd week of school Holiday)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEoQjFQV4pQlhMFvrY4mv_5JLwRpkTrXmvaCelSFF7PO5bduFoF0LWgB1Uxkqg3AMbJFRw_F72hDLRmRy9xZMr2BU1WDfc8vTA69g_8sWncvNb-0vuca8OUbauiAyiwCpv53DFBPXfqwb6/s1600-h/DSCN3780.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164295039593190098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEoQjFQV4pQlhMFvrY4mv_5JLwRpkTrXmvaCelSFF7PO5bduFoF0LWgB1Uxkqg3AMbJFRw_F72hDLRmRy9xZMr2BU1WDfc8vTA69g_8sWncvNb-0vuca8OUbauiAyiwCpv53DFBPXfqwb6/s400/DSCN3780.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the typical turkish yogurt... thick...and most importantly...the brand is Sütaş..the kids' fav brand for dairy products..<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid29Wl9oS4m5quN9Ko7aB1eXYPEg9DvX72orZX3FWgLqld6ESHcChSNkyxmvoz3vNknrXKcTEtz98hKPzK8vm24l1_tQ7V5n3NFLtYZ1dvhSxAE0BRDlaYRlHsbs_9f1If7VZaxROnHaA3/s1600-h/DSCN3779.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164294257909142210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid29Wl9oS4m5quN9Ko7aB1eXYPEg9DvX72orZX3FWgLqld6ESHcChSNkyxmvoz3vNknrXKcTEtz98hKPzK8vm24l1_tQ7V5n3NFLtYZ1dvhSxAE0BRDlaYRlHsbs_9f1If7VZaxROnHaA3/s400/DSCN3779.JPG" border="0" /></a> these r...<br />Kadın Budu Köfte..<br />it took me years to make perfect this kadın budu köfte (ANNE's *my late mom in law* style..the only style Halil loves of Kadın Budu..his mom's style...<br /><br />it is basically rice cooked with minced meat, added with onion, salt, pepper and a bit of diced parsley..shaped like in the pic above... put in the fridge to rest...coated with egg and later flour...to be fried in hot oil...<br /><br /><br />resepi in full kena tunggu bukak sekolah dulu..<br /><br /><br />BUT.....<br /><br /><br />Genetic vs Habit<br /><br />Grrrr... he destroyed the beauty of my Kadın Budu köfte by eating like this!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2Ti3_VRlDV9A9iHpAklZb04zM7OPEpoOpMsuF_1v5pNFmfacnYXFf_jk4CLUHpE8q5zXhcKkm1Qzab5xHJeLKKd7hbH3UOT9TQib7LxvF19VfD_d8_TG9wfUT6zUfW0ZrAUD0ZdqwjWo/s1600-h/DSCN3782.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164249590249263778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2Ti3_VRlDV9A9iHpAklZb04zM7OPEpoOpMsuF_1v5pNFmfacnYXFf_jk4CLUHpE8q5zXhcKkm1Qzab5xHJeLKKd7hbH3UOT9TQib7LxvF19VfD_d8_TG9wfUT6zUfW0ZrAUD0ZdqwjWo/s400/DSCN3782.JPG" border="0" /></a>and he made the kids eat it the same way too even though i repeatedly told him that the kids<br />eat their yogurt from another cup...!! Türks will always be Türks, eh? *giggles*..<br /><br />Poor my kadın budu köfte... they faced their extinction in the least attactive form :0)<br /><br />But that doesnt matter coz on Wednesday... my Hatice celebrated her 7th Birthday...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpnTj0W7A31eUvc0y0TjaHEY8Ie-L1jbFdDmXXhMy8bOg35sSIvg6UpI2P-0c3lh2l5UfBgwuiY8knJSu41X9cQEnFzjefB20_T_ApMFOsZcKmvwhsRTVCRaDaSZqQfkTtEDzWW1EGDL5/s1600-h/DSCN3785.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164248722665869970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpnTj0W7A31eUvc0y0TjaHEY8Ie-L1jbFdDmXXhMy8bOg35sSIvg6UpI2P-0c3lh2l5UfBgwuiY8knJSu41X9cQEnFzjefB20_T_ApMFOsZcKmvwhsRTVCRaDaSZqQfkTtEDzWW1EGDL5/s400/DSCN3785.JPG" border="0" /></a> May u grow up to be a good person, inside and out...<br />Someone with good manners... Despite anne *screaming* at u the whole time... u know i love u..and i have only one çiçegim..<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSIDUFPR9CHBZjKWwEZDhZpGs9e_3jubJprnC1dW87cCO8Ud_xZTzKc5sUMpsrDEldLhd1gQ3hCKFQ_ki8XaSU5qiAOSrplqSMKhP7k4WguGImT_xeGBfSUnOqdGDQVpZ8Su2GOMzezDH/s1600-h/DSCN3789.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164245621699482226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSIDUFPR9CHBZjKWwEZDhZpGs9e_3jubJprnC1dW87cCO8Ud_xZTzKc5sUMpsrDEldLhd1gQ3hCKFQ_ki8XaSU5qiAOSrplqSMKhP7k4WguGImT_xeGBfSUnOqdGDQVpZ8Su2GOMzezDH/s400/DSCN3789.JPG" border="0" /></a> 2 siblings*the light of my heart*<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuQeSVrR94WdUtQev0uT3yJzBu9CGpxb8sVstZkH3oSycDDIQ3_f9aOuVr6zctUzRYSUfTRvUGs97DWLU4Oe95pS8kmFmrs5JgBuTOQsSqCRaGorAEaric1FVFiqX6ibJtn5JDUqyeZtKs/s1600-h/DSCN3792.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164243315302044242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuQeSVrR94WdUtQev0uT3yJzBu9CGpxb8sVstZkH3oSycDDIQ3_f9aOuVr6zctUzRYSUfTRvUGs97DWLU4Oe95pS8kmFmrs5JgBuTOQsSqCRaGorAEaric1FVFiqX6ibJtn5JDUqyeZtKs/s400/DSCN3792.JPG" border="0" /></a> the cousins and the birthday cake..<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vxV2XvbZt1sGRu3i9bh4oFrxjVxLGZ4tWf03QecAqJXC7WAdyHXOekASlOSX3l_S_gqUs8V2p19QA03PF3M3sSwigXOZ0gjco49VAQC4be7UOYJq1oIQ_f2K-Fqc8sBXUBT6vOMDR_eZ/s1600-h/DSCN3793.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164241885077934658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vxV2XvbZt1sGRu3i9bh4oFrxjVxLGZ4tWf03QecAqJXC7WAdyHXOekASlOSX3l_S_gqUs8V2p19QA03PF3M3sSwigXOZ0gjco49VAQC4be7UOYJq1oIQ_f2K-Fqc8sBXUBT6vOMDR_eZ/s400/DSCN3793.JPG" border="0" /></a> ilayda,hatice, zeynep<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuYInoX3xH99IDgR0HCj5AmYYtaIRKVQ6m_SpMVvEG6QROdV8IJJ7XQXUVuBZDDnBffcuhpMLyTnVTeK3ZmrXac8Pn4LCDm2Lg5KjKmn_HcRve06qIdZO_u3pWgFOMxfGLBpyE6x3UuNN/s1600-h/DSCN3794.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164240635242451506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuYInoX3xH99IDgR0HCj5AmYYtaIRKVQ6m_SpMVvEG6QROdV8IJJ7XQXUVuBZDDnBffcuhpMLyTnVTeK3ZmrXac8Pn4LCDm2Lg5KjKmn_HcRve06qIdZO_u3pWgFOMxfGLBpyE6x3UuNN/s400/DSCN3794.JPG" border="0" /></a>Though his birthday will only be in April..he wanted to blow the candle too :0)<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApCVYCn6JwraSqaq7Omo9cbKHBM0kFyZbYLiu276g53d4eM2WgB0O6tCAPtSqpxccs2FsTcIPfqUOnUYECrtf49Lxei5UzSMQFwfgM0ZDdfElHTCazrn9cISgGV47C0sHn4k2XhfXvU-h/s1600-h/DSCN3795.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164239625925136930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApCVYCn6JwraSqaq7Omo9cbKHBM0kFyZbYLiu276g53d4eM2WgB0O6tCAPtSqpxccs2FsTcIPfqUOnUYECrtf49Lxei5UzSMQFwfgM0ZDdfElHTCazrn9cISgGV47C0sHn4k2XhfXvU-h/s400/DSCN3795.JPG" border="0" /></a>Awww... she didnt cry!! I bet she did loads at home..</div><div>*wink wink meşe!* (sorry..i dont think it is appropriate to tell why...) </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164340317138424546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-0cl20sgEZMQdjQ17cRtY-EbI0HX3pLifXIUwaZS-ljiSiGomQh7iyKgXBv_JiGqsWn66V1Up_rcGBF1je1LGUoP_omGdVd4hyEdmVkHWpxqf4jTAQo7W65RurA_io9URPTKJ9cxHIMxz/s400/DSCN3819.JPG" border="0" />And let it be written in my personal family history that today..</div><div>7th of February</div><div>for the first time in my life..i had served turkish tea for halil, hatice and baddin...</div><div>my kids drinking tea?? oh my...genetically n culturally..they do follow the türks.. </div><div>i am the only one who still dislike drinking hot tea (unless it is iced)</div><div></div><div>I guess the pics rap everything up of what i had been up to these days...school days will always be hectic i suppose..</div><div></div><br /><div>and i hope that it is not too late to wish all those celebrating it...</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;">HAPPY CHİNESE NEW YEAR!</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>i guess Malaysians r on holiday this week..Enjoy ur holiday!</div><div></div><div>And on special request from our Queen of the House...i have compiled all my published article in a blog for u all to read...i am a simple mumbler who gets lucky to have her mumbling to be printed...but i sincerely hope that these mumbling will give u a thing or two to think of...</div><br /><div>here is the link:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mytzarticles.blogspot.com/">http://www.myTZarticles.blogspot.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>we will be going somewhere this Saturday..in fact the whole Zaim family will be missing to this destination... the kids r excited...Zeynep even *loaned* her fav travelling bag so that hatice can bring in the necessary toys n magazines there....i had bought new gloves for the kids...ear drums protecter..and am trying to knit something...Yup! i still couldnt find my winter stuffs..i must have accidently threw them all when i had tidied up the whole apt a few months ago ...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I will be back next week with loads of photos n stories to tell... my hint is... it will involve loads of snow... Please pray for our safe journey...Monday..the kids will start schooling...hopefully this weekend will be the weekend all of us will remember...see ya next week!</div></div><div></div><div>i am updating...but i cant blog hop yet...soooo sorry... i will only be able to blog hop after monday (once the kids start schooling)...besides..i need to do a speedy knitting till saturday nite...:0)<br /></div><div>Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div></div></div></div><br /></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-10770731157602709762008-02-03T21:15:00.000+02:002008-12-13T10:07:15.990+02:00This first week of school holiday<span style="color:#ffcc66;">They call it 2 weeks of school holiday. I call it 2 weeks of pure torture. Well..at least one week of that two weeks are over....<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">In my effort for my kids to be able to enjoy at least a bit of their holiday - homework free... i had made them worked and worked non stop for one week... i was their least loved mom...a dominant mom who ruled/s her reigns with an iron clad discipline...It was a week which involved a week of tears and headache (n did i mention screaming n shouting??) from both parts..the kids and i... but yes...!!<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2YCSKEcehQYWOSTYfwBQHZ-AaoXp440PVHQAqaaw9xYj63_lhiBO2rkQorevoXDeBdGzB_A9FUJCWt6jKD67G3CoivraBctaTuzT3c8tR8LlZMQuX4Hqg_XcWQnR6l4pGHnnNptbHaik/s1600-h/DSCN3726.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162854529036947842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2YCSKEcehQYWOSTYfwBQHZ-AaoXp440PVHQAqaaw9xYj63_lhiBO2rkQorevoXDeBdGzB_A9FUJCWt6jKD67G3CoivraBctaTuzT3c8tR8LlZMQuX4Hqg_XcWQnR6l4pGHnnNptbHaik/s400/DSCN3726.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffff66;">My son had finished his 48 pages holiday workbook last Thursday...he has only the activities left (ie...making pudding..etc..etc like Hatice did last year...)..that..i havent decide whether i will let him do or not......well...as for my daughter?...</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmRHB_aVa0ZR44CcY9vkrtXkKf31aL5R36k5GiPxgzIqTbDlNd6ZxH2Gu-jxz_YpJYTv6TpqzQnvYlcamNzUvcpl5ysmWJEpoHXCi3ae-xi_2JE-cLmgFsVJzFuMg9MTQdKRv7dkGvTpr/s1600-h/DSCN3727.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162852742330552690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzmRHB_aVa0ZR44CcY9vkrtXkKf31aL5R36k5GiPxgzIqTbDlNd6ZxH2Gu-jxz_YpJYTv6TpqzQnvYlcamNzUvcpl5ysmWJEpoHXCi3ae-xi_2JE-cLmgFsVJzFuMg9MTQdKRv7dkGvTpr/s400/DSCN3727.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#99ffff;">As much as i sympathized with her as i pressed her to work harder......she had finished her 80 pages work book today (Sunday)...which left her<br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzASbX9__yeGUDXXAqnQVoTJR9NiSTgfOUyoSq4qvFU5jLbiKkgn1-S2G7ABoeU0pdlkaON0ouJb_hKwDzMuNhHvUNbyoGneAcfc4QkY5-9eOeWJ0jdgt1w_Dl0kei13-x0yltAJjr__X/s1600-h/DSCN3728.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162851513969906018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzASbX9__yeGUDXXAqnQVoTJR9NiSTgfOUyoSq4qvFU5jLbiKkgn1-S2G7ABoeU0pdlkaON0ouJb_hKwDzMuNhHvUNbyoGneAcfc4QkY5-9eOeWJ0jdgt1w_Dl0kei13-x0yltAJjr__X/s400/DSCN3728.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">with her story books (with comprehension excercise)! Thatz the easy part... she had read 6 of them... that is 9 more left...</span></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ffff;">I have also realised one thing versince 2 weeks ago.... my Turkish is no longer enough...As Hatice starts to read and encounter new words....i can no longer explain to her the meaning of turkish words properly... n not wanting to be the one responsible for my daughter to have a limited vocabulary.... i had found this dictionary at my favourite bookstore in Kanyon...<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiDFr169Q3S8LlJuJUVSX1sqLtR6aspu3IUAbNmNvzyB8leKq6t-yLaCRqJm7jYuLkxIHJ6a4dUIetDl_zar10ei3rsKlnXfz-Ifkhl3bY5yMO01UGHMMpv7EuOjj78GZE8sNEKmQ9c0Y/s1600-h/DSCN3777.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162850062270959954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiDFr169Q3S8LlJuJUVSX1sqLtR6aspu3IUAbNmNvzyB8leKq6t-yLaCRqJm7jYuLkxIHJ6a4dUIetDl_zar10ei3rsKlnXfz-Ifkhl3bY5yMO01UGHMMpv7EuOjj78GZE8sNEKmQ9c0Y/s400/DSCN3777.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff66;"> Yup...this turkish-turkish dictionary will be with me..i suspect for many many years to come.....wish me luck!!!<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ffff;">i still havent updated the kids' blogs yet...i am yet to update on their performance before the holiday...etc...etc....i owe them big... sorry kids...will try to at the earliest possible time...</span></div><div><br /> </div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">D kids' school holiday....well..it surely means that i can no longer do my morning walks..which result in my weight challenge to be on hold AGAİN!!...Having the kids at home.... well.... normally, i need to only prepare their breakfast and dinner alone....the moment they left for school...i was free to do as i pleased...but nowadays....it is lunch too...which is always difficult really coz last week, we were rushing to finish the work book..(of 2 kids) and in between hatice n baddin..i was trying to cook!I know...i know..i should have cooked during the night...but i was always dead on my feet by 10 pm!</span></div><div></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ffff;">But life isnt always about learning, eh? it is als about fun (which i still need to learn about..i am such a boring person)....and so....last Saturday.... the kids n i decided to tag along the dad... selim n halil had some ork to do at FÜSEM... and so we invited Funda n kids as well to join the kids n i for a window shopping at Kanyon n Metrocity...and on Sunday...we joined Meşe n her kids for a shopping spree in Pendik...my officially new fav shopping place (if i can drag halil there! :0) )<br /></span></div><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNu0qvS7WTz3XP4Ji1rQVuIOnvbYDffqTl9znFQ2Qq07aV5ZD9nSheMSvqiXvaaJV6kecB8Lm_j8RptwmHgpQ1HbvR9NhRXWPE3gmD_-yMgFEpF0a9zfMk5h50OA2QeVJp7xsLevSkBRC/s1600-h/DSCN3757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162842099401593122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNu0qvS7WTz3XP4Ji1rQVuIOnvbYDffqTl9znFQ2Qq07aV5ZD9nSheMSvqiXvaaJV6kecB8Lm_j8RptwmHgpQ1HbvR9NhRXWPE3gmD_-yMgFEpF0a9zfMk5h50OA2QeVJp7xsLevSkBRC/s400/DSCN3757.JPG" border="0" /></a> 4 happy kids<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163006390490599826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSTlEeIO0ZmAi-_8TkotzHWUE_BILl_ywd_sV9m8kXSFsk3YZzihYVpG_266KVKgIi0XlRYGiywlK7wy7xFMSl646C0W4My1HTVFD_UqJtjGt9XxE5jma8Aprkr3Ktylpv1__bDNy9qou_/s400/DSCN3765.JPG" border="0" />2 tired moms<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6aRnQUGurYA_DICMJ7-VwMKDO_NRTZtTUYvp4QKrjMngMRl0OMKpSpQgSYqS_6YCwD69-tCqp3eWeHEIaOGdBIZrJ915YgeP6ThFe-6BAgMtqcDluKQwcwvx9dudmWtVyaeL0I6DJw1w/s1600-h/DSCN3766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162841068609442066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6aRnQUGurYA_DICMJ7-VwMKDO_NRTZtTUYvp4QKrjMngMRl0OMKpSpQgSYqS_6YCwD69-tCqp3eWeHEIaOGdBIZrJ915YgeP6ThFe-6BAgMtqcDluKQwcwvx9dudmWtVyaeL0I6DJw1w/s400/DSCN3766.JPG" border="0" /></a> chatting with each other..<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgBdjK6fL6PB9l9HeKqdcnAdtj-P9ed-1AetYiY198bGl8oT5PBTDZ6Q-DkOdDXUzH1NQUBi-Du3e6VDNdQAQf5Aua3t8RE4S0r3XyMNY_NaG-Rx_6tFPfFOsrU9hbXBXCgg60S_GmsEL/s1600-h/DSCN3767.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162840115126702338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgBdjK6fL6PB9l9HeKqdcnAdtj-P9ed-1AetYiY198bGl8oT5PBTDZ6Q-DkOdDXUzH1NQUBi-Du3e6VDNdQAQf5Aua3t8RE4S0r3XyMNY_NaG-Rx_6tFPfFOsrU9hbXBXCgg60S_GmsEL/s400/DSCN3767.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff66;"> This trip..baddin decided to be xtremely naughty...and with that elo decided to follow him too ..it is interesting how kids changed when they get together... normally baddin never let go of my hand everytime we go there on our own..</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ffff;">There was one more shopping complex more to go but the kids decided to go to FÜSEM...and visited my beloved's office room..</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162843289107534130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xrR4KzChAQyjbWbIv6figHI3-sWYS9xGyR5NAZbaRVMbMulGxHL3bKBCgKmFh0G69ECQ5qF0aNF3bTqlP9KKgtf8c8tEXLZoC8rLvNaz3GK-9zsesRig7KquKWv-xYEcmh2PHQlmyzVU/s400/DSCN3768.JPG" border="0" /> baddin directly went straight to mudur bey's chair hehehe<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ1gcBwjU_taRSTZqcNl3-oXndVUOeGKtIiQjCaSHUzQC_QNLfFE7LJ4WaN9PoQlcHiS7n9PR5nACjKWbXtsovZUi8xzSeYlMgP4lBoDMRfKGc21FPem7_56u8bYLQ-AtRE_ggNypWLBc/s1600-h/DSCN3769.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162839157348995314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ1gcBwjU_taRSTZqcNl3-oXndVUOeGKtIiQjCaSHUzQC_QNLfFE7LJ4WaN9PoQlcHiS7n9PR5nACjKWbXtsovZUi8xzSeYlMgP4lBoDMRfKGc21FPem7_56u8bYLQ-AtRE_ggNypWLBc/s400/DSCN3769.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> the kids posing at Halil's table..</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;">when asked... what do u wanna be when u grow up?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">Zeynep: Doctor and teacher</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff9966;">Hatice: doctor and teacher</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#66ffff;">baddin: University teacher</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff66;">Elo: Non decided</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ffff;">Doctor coz their auntie Mehveş is a doctor (as well as an educator)... Educator coz... well... the family is full with educators! hahaha<br /></span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWsX_CSDgyAJ8ETJ4yoUTpzIabNrPe5zNLOpx7nq10ArJq4a9jqYDfbgAvgVH-TDEjEWJGb7NxWOnaFF7Xa74S74-R-OKH1YdnPAXripGTa6Ulhw6vHx6T_sGdqaIw2zuGRLdGxnR2zxX/s1600-h/DSCN3771.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162837757189656802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWsX_CSDgyAJ8ETJ4yoUTpzIabNrPe5zNLOpx7nq10ArJq4a9jqYDfbgAvgVH-TDEjEWJGb7NxWOnaFF7Xa74S74-R-OKH1YdnPAXripGTa6Ulhw6vHx6T_sGdqaIw2zuGRLdGxnR2zxX/s400/DSCN3771.JPG" border="0" /></a> They prefered this..playing in the lecture room instead of window shopping to the third shopping complex...!!! Kids!! and on Sunday.... a shopping spree with meşelar....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhu1ZX_KCltNp-BInYyf0H5kGIvLA40MYvat8xYL6s19ZgRuYR5qafLyVaTRD2L7fa0JhkCmrd1bhblo17560SOiqppYWhiQkfFvaxxamMdBT1Qa176FhlMgBHdV8oFGDGaiWow66EVgsn/s1600-h/DSCN3775.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162836412864893138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhu1ZX_KCltNp-BInYyf0H5kGIvLA40MYvat8xYL6s19ZgRuYR5qafLyVaTRD2L7fa0JhkCmrd1bhblo17560SOiqppYWhiQkfFvaxxamMdBT1Qa176FhlMgBHdV8oFGDGaiWow66EVgsn/s400/DSCN3775.JPG" border="0" /></a> i went crazy! everywhere shops went on xtra sale!! i bought a red winter coat for 29.90YTL..the original price was... 192.50YTL!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0p7nmi9RXrMZYlAJGfb5tff9VtMJtTl7x_CxPZZcMnn4yyC3Qk4HHGtgw199IYQJrHZ8lJV85BM3W40m6JUZL3goC_7cPsyTDMQqrjJwPY8LNUy0RjOoC5j-4kpPChwx0S0KEQKnEJMio/s1600-h/DSCN3776.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162835553871433922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0p7nmi9RXrMZYlAJGfb5tff9VtMJtTl7x_CxPZZcMnn4yyC3Qk4HHGtgw199IYQJrHZ8lJV85BM3W40m6JUZL3goC_7cPsyTDMQqrjJwPY8LNUy0RjOoC5j-4kpPChwx0S0KEQKnEJMio/s400/DSCN3776.JPG" border="0" /></a>The shopping bags (n i still need to find jeans for hatice!) .can u believe it? hatice no longer wear clothing for kids ages 9-10...she now wears clothing for kids ages 10-11 (and she is only 7 years old!)!!MasyaAllah...baddin... he is sticking to his age size... he wears clothing for kids of 6 years old...</div><div></div><br /><div>İn Kanyon... i also bought this...<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162848077996069186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_KvzVSkRBz8OeGtv_8RYuDGpY9Q5d1Cw1gpv4tTBL0x5mCMAT3BgGw5_Xuz8zjJgTzMylBQhG1sooe4xfFw0fd6nPDsAbnQQ_8LZAKWjfGcua-3vABmgUn6IccLX-a6y9V93XghBObrb/s400/DSCN3778.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="color:#99ffff;">I have got 3 of her books..this is my 4th...i like her coz her books r sooooo light to read :=) i think i spent around an hour or so to finish the book..now i amrereading it the 2nd time (i can read one book a zillion times... just like i had read all my harry potter books! hahahah)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffff99;">And so... the kids r at home... Hatice will have her birthday this Wednesday...I gave birth to her 7 years ago..it seems just like yesterday...Hatice n Baddin... u will always be my babies...!</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#9999ff;">Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time....</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-25136842051058531092008-01-29T16:26:00.000+02:002008-12-13T10:07:17.425+02:00My articles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qu8kjDgEeYbPdCTN5qPXNeBtKSzE9BIKePZ-BZYv1AxY1fBqWvNfgKqR1ZFp0Y_IFOtyCp1grc7DtCKp-A_4a2-NvFULF_67BRBcQ-qNXVyp5_GRnD1YHbUhgPRxaQw7qNDzTV8jFtuO/s1600-h/DSCN3748.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160914548143919282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qu8kjDgEeYbPdCTN5qPXNeBtKSzE9BIKePZ-BZYv1AxY1fBqWvNfgKqR1ZFp0Y_IFOtyCp1grc7DtCKp-A_4a2-NvFULF_67BRBcQ-qNXVyp5_GRnD1YHbUhgPRxaQw7qNDzTV8jFtuO/s400/DSCN3748.JPG" border="0" /></a>It is snowing outside. It is really freezing too. I love it!<br /><br />After reading my article printed in Today’s Zaman this morning, he said:<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">“Now, i am proud to call you my wife. If baba (his father) is still alive, he will be proud of you too”<br /><br /></span>Hey! What was i before? A wife he was ashamed of??? Grrrrr…<br /><br />Here is the link:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&link=132656" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&link=132656</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Mumbling in a local newspaper came as a suprise to me as well. Yes, i mumble in my blog. U all know that. But mumbling in Today’s Zaman occasionally is totally unexpected. I submitted my first piece, *I”ll gladly take the back seat, thank you!* just for fun. The piece was there already written in my pc anyway. So i thought, if they printed it..then it would be fine. If not, i would have nothing to lose anyway.<br /></span><br />You should have seen how proud my beloved was when the first piece came out. I think he was more excited than i was. What motivated me more was when even baba liked that piece, while the rest of the siblings teased me about mumbling about traffic! I think they liked it too:0)<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">I wanted to write something about baba as well… and therefore, my second article came out. I used baba’s wise words and sayings to connect to my article entitled *developing potential*. He was so happy! U see… when in a crowd, normally i switch myself off from the sounds around me. He was happy that i actually did listen to him and was able to quote his words, using his own words, *better than his explanation*. He kept telling that to everyone! That article came out at the right time coz it was then he was diagnosed with lymphoma. That article cheered him up a bit.<br /></span><br />My *health and care* article was written when baba had that operation. I thought it was the thing to talk about since i was at the hospital each day then. It was published on the day baba’s condition quite deteriorated. Selim read the article to him.Up till now, i dont know for sure if he actually understood what i had written esp with Selim’s nice (wink wink) pronounciation.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">Baba died. An eulogy was only normal… and so…*it is an honor to be honoured in life as well as in death* was written. I was too sad at that time… and so i used a lot of the stuffs i had written in this blog and coined them up together coz the pieces combined were what my heart was saying.It was my ode to him.Up till today, i still miss him .<br /><br /></span>The phase where my writing concerns baba stopped there. And my fifth article….*New Year in Turkey* talked about the issue i had long wanted to talk about. I took that chance and wrote it.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">And my sixth…well… it is here…it is a topic i had toyed with for ages. Considering the fuss they r making in the media nowadays regarding headscarves..i decided to write this piece….with my beloved’s encouragement…</span> <span style="color:#ccccff;">this is from my heart. an honest account of my thoughts....i hope i had not offended anyone there..<br /></span><br />I am not a good writer. Allah knows how the proof readers of todayz zaman worked hard to correct my mumbling into a good writing. I am sure <span style="color:#33ffff;">Helen P. Betts</span> and <span style="color:#33ffff;">her team</span> went xtra crazy everytime they had to review my article! Hahaha..but i trust them… and i also know that <span style="color:#66ffff;">Pınar Vurucu</span> will provide a nice layout for my articles. İ know they are in good hands and for that i really thank them.<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">No, i dont get paid but that is not important.. What is important is that i get to voice my view to a different group of people….i am not only limitating my views to only to my blog readers…and to be able to see my piece printed out there..that is the ultimate satisfaction coz i get to compile it… and one day when my kids can read english, they will be able to read their mom’s mumblings!<br /><br /></span>Enough of that… where was i?<br /><br />I was….rushing here..rushing there every day!! İ was totally free during the times our pc crashed and the moment i was connected again..phew!! by 10pm each nite…i was dead on my feet! Hahaha<br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Now the kids r at home. The pc is up n running… i have to fight for the rights of the pc with 3 other people… Halil,Hatice n baddin vs urs truly… games vs internet!! Arghhhhhhhhh!! İ am losing! Hahahah but my kids actually deserve their games times coz everyday, after breakfast from 9am till 12noon…we all got stuck with the homework!! Yes… itz a holiday n the kids have tons of homework to do!! …will tell u all about it later…..soon…</span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Here are some pics of us... the first set...snapped yesterday..on a rainy day (pls bear in mind that the kids have flu n cough at that time)...at 4 degree celcius...freezing cold and Halil decided to have a family sport! The snow ones were snapped this morning...again as a family.. the fun bit was to be able to throw the snow towards each other! my shoulder is still painful!! halil doesnt know how to throw the snow gentler!! hahaha </span></p><p>i am soooooooooooo sorry if i lambat blog hop... tercungap cungap nak layan bebudak kat rumah...the fact that i can even update this blog is a miracle! but i will try to visit ur blog as soon as i can...i have so many to tell...anyway...</p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;">today is baba's 52th day of death. We will have a small doa..we had an overcrowded doa on the 40th day...today,it will be just us zaims and an imam...Al fatihah...</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;">muahhhh muah muahhhh miss u all loads</span>!</p><p> </p><p>Update: this is the link of the headscarves update in the turkish scene:</p><p><a href="http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&link=132820">http://www.todayszaman.com/tz-web/detaylar.do?load=detay&link=132820</a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunXenup7BnIEEV_8IZB1lAWCCd_uQHX_Ye_nAUzzEEYUta8XlG-9Id282kpR8bVtNMIo8vmBPQTGVReZ4frhbDlerHMCrHolB6IwXN2JJd27Iu7EpqCoJFEsyxzBQJ8ueK57o_-Er4D6Z/s1600-h/DSCN3733.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160913654790721698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjunXenup7BnIEEV_8IZB1lAWCCd_uQHX_Ye_nAUzzEEYUta8XlG-9Id282kpR8bVtNMIo8vmBPQTGVReZ4frhbDlerHMCrHolB6IwXN2JJd27Iu7EpqCoJFEsyxzBQJ8ueK57o_-Er4D6Z/s400/DSCN3733.JPG" border="0" /></a> dad n daughter running after the ball..<br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiISDjYUzakorT6R4Eghc4xC5uj32Jd0Dn-JNDStZEYoLAM8fZJLm5JrXWUnp8YU8oxW0YVcuqBnQ25AZSQz30RKDJ0T98NVCvtGhDbLOpmGs_uI5ja-H-iRywcXbApwevjesys9iAcqiT/s1600-h/DSCN3732.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160912254631383186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiISDjYUzakorT6R4Eghc4xC5uj32Jd0Dn-JNDStZEYoLAM8fZJLm5JrXWUnp8YU8oxW0YVcuqBnQ25AZSQz30RKDJ0T98NVCvtGhDbLOpmGs_uI5ja-H-iRywcXbApwevjesys9iAcqiT/s400/DSCN3732.JPG" border="0" /></a> the dad dominating the game..poor dear daughter!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgMId_YBHa79e5GaYb57z_S_DQzDcVh5stj4baJpmYCIuAqtyEkP2-8fBDPluLZ7YVG-36epf-OWA7v4_bd0u1xR9-khWaoFVkKjt_ecjVfdwb7q_gzljuPQrfs8VOvqhr0wVYfMxyeqS/s1600-h/DSCN3735.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160910867356946562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgMId_YBHa79e5GaYb57z_S_DQzDcVh5stj4baJpmYCIuAqtyEkP2-8fBDPluLZ7YVG-36epf-OWA7v4_bd0u1xR9-khWaoFVkKjt_ecjVfdwb7q_gzljuPQrfs8VOvqhr0wVYfMxyeqS/s400/DSCN3735.JPG" border="0" /></a>Hey u!! give the ball to ur son!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHw0j22sZ7Stb8eYM9ypKclTzuu9uyjcnTtGJy65DBcsyDyvcxX1aTZQ7SJ9uvLpDy7d6atBxKrti4BbVU89FIq55oiK3dCG0GBWaBDy-itPNr3QsK4F78_jGh_MmOPZSdyexS_YRE2yL/s1600-h/DSCN3739.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160909858039631986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHw0j22sZ7Stb8eYM9ypKclTzuu9uyjcnTtGJy65DBcsyDyvcxX1aTZQ7SJ9uvLpDy7d6atBxKrti4BbVU89FIq55oiK3dCG0GBWaBDy-itPNr3QsK4F78_jGh_MmOPZSdyexS_YRE2yL/s400/DSCN3739.JPG" border="0" /></a> a crying son! he needs to learn the concept of..* i lost!*</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXDv2bR3Gjcw97nW_U1RA3LAeDI-W5V1HGuqUA1kANy6ks-lQJbYdIpj0rPp4s_cGkmA0Uw8gAa6yUf9nOfyyeKGpMtd9xk8vlN1LTm1LsaCvy-OY5V-srPE2jMserZFksuROWSkC7i7Z/s1600-h/DSCN3740.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160908045563433058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXDv2bR3Gjcw97nW_U1RA3LAeDI-W5V1HGuqUA1kANy6ks-lQJbYdIpj0rPp4s_cGkmA0Uw8gAa6yUf9nOfyyeKGpMtd9xk8vlN1LTm1LsaCvy-OY5V-srPE2jMserZFksuROWSkC7i7Z/s400/DSCN3740.JPG" border="0" /></a>sweaty sweaty people.. xcept me..i was frozen! i forgot my gloves !<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJv3VvUjMRhhw2zMrB9dNTWzGerH6Ka8wbI_gHTIee1_inbXdXdGgYO09cbKqR4EyRvSzjJ04xF2mvDKL_8gyTklT4q0p3045Abut5L1YXUltOJE1XV-alL5OTRdZo4jzmwsb3UP-X_pc/s1600-h/DSCN3743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160906774253113426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJv3VvUjMRhhw2zMrB9dNTWzGerH6Ka8wbI_gHTIee1_inbXdXdGgYO09cbKqR4EyRvSzjJ04xF2mvDKL_8gyTklT4q0p3045Abut5L1YXUltOJE1XV-alL5OTRdZo4jzmwsb3UP-X_pc/s400/DSCN3743.JPG" border="0" /></a> ready to snow fight<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFUTMWFPEYIVuZmV9KZ5wi-pptJuy8L7GO9dpdI4cUihqjnC2u5kDdRCxn04Q5V0O-d2DeH-G6AvsLrm9eFx1LKr4dCM3A05oXTAVZz-a4NwHuoJpABaRPr4jBWpvC5_oR4YQ8-BnKkpb/s1600-h/DSCN3744.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160905962504294466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeFUTMWFPEYIVuZmV9KZ5wi-pptJuy8L7GO9dpdI4cUihqjnC2u5kDdRCxn04Q5V0O-d2DeH-G6AvsLrm9eFx1LKr4dCM3A05oXTAVZz-a4NwHuoJpABaRPr4jBWpvC5_oR4YQ8-BnKkpb/s400/DSCN3744.JPG" border="0" /></a>ready to snow fight too...<br /><br /><br /><div>Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-60585423156180805082008-01-23T07:45:00.000+02:002008-12-13T10:07:18.044+02:00Am back!<div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;">After having sooo many headaches and heartaches eversince 6am ..1st of january 2008...Alhamdulillah.... Halil finally bought our very first own CPU (the deceased pc belonged to baba...i guess the pc decided to follow its real owner to the other world). </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">Halim (my beloved's brother) provided us with the configuration to buy for the new cpu....and none of us ever thought of adding sound card to the configuration! hahahah so now our pc is without any sound ...which drives me crazy really since i need the sound system to teach my kids the Quran n etc..etc...Knowing how important sound is to me..i think i will be able to convince halil to buy a sound card at his earliest possible free time (which is difficult to find)...</span></div><span style="color:#ffff99;"><div align="center"><br /></span><span style="color:#99ffff;">...our new cpu is nothing fancy...just a simple one but i am soo happy...!! Living without internet is really difficult for me to do.. it is the machine for me to mumble and jot down my thoughts..and its absence...drove me to real deep depression...that is how spoilt i have become...a simple pen and a a piece of paper r not attractive anymore for me to write down my heart... my quill is in my blog ...it represents what is inside...</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">this week is a really busy week...am puffing.. we had baddin's end of semester mini school performance last friday... we will have hatice's mini performance tonight....this friday will be their last day of school...2 weeks of school break...busy busy busy...am in a rush now... i am sorry i cannot reply ur comments in my previous entries yet...i will try to reply them soon...i will snap a pic of our new cpu in my next entry (probably tonight)...n update on the kid's performances...<br /></span><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">I have missed u all loads!!!..and i leave u with the pics of hamsi pilavı..rice cooked in fish called hamsi (anchovies)..recipes..later in my recipe book..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WyXmnIEGcG62lEcA6pEsRCJ7e-cru4NHmyuO_h_phOXHh0KgFFZGXu5OO4l8VcZbTCTPGIusoqohUyPzvK7CAvwG4QZrRC9aD54Wzi4WRuaGp7t7Sm-a_Sv_GWV9rfQKdNYyydhQ2_fk/s1600-h/DSCN3576.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158549193689894962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WyXmnIEGcG62lEcA6pEsRCJ7e-cru4NHmyuO_h_phOXHh0KgFFZGXu5OO4l8VcZbTCTPGIusoqohUyPzvK7CAvwG4QZrRC9aD54Wzi4WRuaGp7t7Sm-a_Sv_GWV9rfQKdNYyydhQ2_fk/s400/DSCN3576.JPG" border="0" /></a> hamsi..deboned<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPc1yhUH0RThCG76TQh2G777gyW6UyObvyy5XtoLR-lOmLrjPBgUqvtyb736lEuCaMgTc9p48ttdmG-h6YF8rmd28h7AODvggoj4SVXlsISaFm_xRKPb-5E8c5tepyigxB8VJpKOAQ-SP/s1600-h/DSCN3577.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158548901632118818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPc1yhUH0RThCG76TQh2G777gyW6UyObvyy5XtoLR-lOmLrjPBgUqvtyb736lEuCaMgTc9p48ttdmG-h6YF8rmd28h7AODvggoj4SVXlsISaFm_xRKPb-5E8c5tepyigxB8VJpKOAQ-SP/s400/DSCN3577.JPG" border="0" /></a>simah'z lazy way of preparing the rice<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCisLvYbdX_Ql4G9aJ5f0GMAyDRBwN3if-LzvrpjJinMqp0iLLzmZlDW-2dVRZwElBeV8RjmZrd5X5U2Gf_HR0njozQ6LMRt_S5Qk21OcY2in40XRj5fhPPJsO4vqRBZqZvuwBmO68fyn/s1600-h/DSCN3578.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158548609574342674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCisLvYbdX_Ql4G9aJ5f0GMAyDRBwN3if-LzvrpjJinMqp0iLLzmZlDW-2dVRZwElBeV8RjmZrd5X5U2Gf_HR0njozQ6LMRt_S5Qk21OcY2in40XRj5fhPPJsO4vqRBZqZvuwBmO68fyn/s400/DSCN3578.JPG" border="0" /></a> i love this pic..it looks sooo flowery..:0)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwkRxtF33zJHp5C6BjJxsXEmJ0bFtIZkaxlcYwTpCYMN3cNlyVPFj2yebqor-Of3H4hnoOtlsiGZL8lwCV44eCUFjfmCxQE9qnNIZTYPVBac0vVCuRdZQggvGXfv1_bmW-uGdKUpEhw1U/s1600-h/DSCN3579.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158548223027286018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwkRxtF33zJHp5C6BjJxsXEmJ0bFtIZkaxlcYwTpCYMN3cNlyVPFj2yebqor-Of3H4hnoOtlsiGZL8lwCV44eCUFjfmCxQE9qnNIZTYPVBac0vVCuRdZQggvGXfv1_bmW-uGdKUpEhw1U/s400/DSCN3579.JPG" border="0" /></a> to be eaten turned upside down..then the view will be really nice..:0)</div><div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</span></div></div><br /></div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749330733594838565.post-16792022711900778932008-01-15T13:22:00.000+02:002008-01-15T13:26:36.807+02:00Crash<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">The pc crashed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">i will be online again once i am connected .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">Dunno when...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">will miss u guys loads!!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..</div>simahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17399112540415451695noreply@blogger.com11