My Motto

Be compassionate to the needy, Neither squander wealth nor hoard it. Never lose your sense of shame, if questions are asked of you, answer them frankly but do not ask too many yourself. Be manly and of good cheer. Never kill a foe who is begging for mercy and be ever loyal in love

Own your own way

Do Not Go Where The Path May Lead, Go Instead Where There Is No Path And LEAVE a TRAIL ....
By R. Waldo Emerson

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

My mother is back


Two weeks ago my grandmother had a stroke unfortunately and my mother went to Giresun to take care of her because as it was on the phone to us, she cannot move on her own that`s why she needs someone. My grandmother was in Trabzon, at Farabi hospital. However, I am so thankful to you MY GOD that my grandmother has just arrived home back to Giresun. She is much better than she was but we keep our eyes on her just in case. Anyway I am in Istanbul with my father and elder brother, three men in a house, I think you can imagine the situation and what is going on at home, how clean it is. Yes, it is a little bit mess. Actually i have never wanted to be like that as i am now, as a matter of fact i hate that kind of people nonetheless it is another truth that i hate washing cleaning tidying at my university years so i do not wanna deal with these things, To tell the truth if i live on my own i am so clean and tidied man but i do do do not want to clean anybody`s shit so i am like that. Because of the reasons as i mentioned above, we need mama, we miss you so much.
LOOK AT THESE PICTURES, THIS IS A GREAT SENSE THAT YOU ARE ON THE CLOUDS. WHEN YOU STAND THERE YOU FEEL YOU ARE FLYING

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Elinde olmayanları söyleme bana.
Elinde olanlardan bahset can.
Üzülme.
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Gidenler dönmeyecek mi?
Yitirdiğin her ne ise; bir bakarsın yağmurlu bir gecede veya bir bahar sabahında karşına çıkmış.
Bil ki, güzellikler de var bu hayatta.
Gel Git’lerin olmadığı bir hayat düşünebilir misin?
Hüzün olgunlaştırır,
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My Dear ISTANBUL

My Dear ISTANBUL