Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I am someone..
by Annastasia Aressia
I am someone
I walked past a dead face
I saw my eyes in the mirror
and cried at the sight
I looked at a person I didn�t know
and I met a friend
I got heads to turn
when I walked past
I learned a lot about myself
when I lost a new friend
I cried every tear in my body
when I thought about love
I got hit bad
then got back in the ring
I climbed a mountain of rocks
and saw an eagle fly over- head
I heard terrible things about myself
when no one thought I was listening
I realized I was strong
when I didn't cry when it hurt
I found out who I was
when I was with someone else
I thought I was lost forever
when a friend found me
I held a life in my hand
and it was my own
I was a pawn in someone else's game
so I surrendered to a brook
I walked the fine line between surviving
and not wanting to survive
I still am
I am someone
I am someone
I walked past a dead face
even though the person was alive
I saw my eyes in the mirror
and cried at the sight
I looked at a person I didn�t know
and I met a friend
I got heads to turn
when I walked past
I learned a lot about myself
when I lost a new friend
I cried every tear in my body
when I thought about love
I got hit bad
then got back in the ring
I climbed a mountain of rocks
and saw an eagle fly over- head
I heard terrible things about myself
when no one thought I was listening
I realized I was strong
when I didn't cry when it hurt
I found out who I was
when I was with someone else
I thought I was lost forever
when a friend found me
I held a life in my hand
and it was my own
I was a pawn in someone else's game
so I surrendered to a brook
I walked the fine line between surviving
and not wanting to survive
I still am
I am someone
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literature
Sweet Pumpkin
3 lbs pumpkin (1500 gr)
2-3 cups sugar
½ cup walnuts or pecans
thickened cream (optional)
Cut the pumpkin in chunks larger than bite size (you can cut them in any size you like). Clean the seeds inside and peel the pumpkin chunks. Place them in a large pot and spread the sugar evenly on the surface.
Let them stand for 3-4 hours, for sugar to dissolve. After you see the sugar dissolved, place the pot on a low-medium heat and cook for 40-50 minutes until the pumpkins are darken in color. The water should be mostly drained.
When they are cooled; garnish them with thickened cream, walnuts, pecans or any kind of nuts.
ENJOY
http://www.turkishfoodandrecipes.com/2008/12/sweet-pumpkin-kabak-tatlisi.html
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recipe
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Dear Maths,grow up and solve your own problems.. Leave my daughter alone!!
I have had problems with Maths in my entire student life.. It was a great relief not having any contact with Maths after school...until.. my daughter started 3rd grade..
God..I do not know the sevens,eights and nines in the times table,how can I teach it to my nine year old??
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MUM STUFF
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
A tribute to Defne Joy Foster
Turkish-American celebrity found dead in Istanbul - Hurriyet Daily News and Economic Review
I met you almost twenty years ago when we were teenagers at high school. As cheerleaders, we were the most popular girls around. You were always the one who made us all laugh and cheer.. The years passed by, you went to your own way, made a career in TV business and shared all your joy and energy with all the country. Whenever you showed up,we smiled.. I was always proud of you while telling people that you were my friend. (although they thought you were crazy (c: )
It has been two days since you passed away.. And I am in a great sorrow.. I'm so sorry..
I'm so sorry for your little son..
I'm so sorry for your dear husband that loves you SO MUCH..
Who is still there for you ..
And I'm so sorry for your lovely family...
I'm so sorry for the CRUEL,TYRANNIC,COLDHEARTED onslaughts that are made because of the reason and the place of your death...
Boy,you went just the day after you sent me the message telling me you were so sorry that my grandpa passed away.. What a life..
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you and whispered "come to me." With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
But Heaven is a place nearby, so there’s no need to say goodbye..
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life
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