That's what Faiz thinks of his recently reinstated blog. At the age of 23, he believes that writing is the most efficient way to express the feelings crammed inside one's heart. After the fall of his blog dominion recently, he stoutly gets up on his feet, casting a powerful spell onto his blog and here it is, a charmed blog, reincarnated from the past, brought to the present and forever lasts in the future.
Being a final year medical student himself, he can never deny the frenzied life he's currently living on but life goes on and that's it. Apart from his hectic life, he always finds the time to go on with his hobbies, netsurfing and chatting being the most prominent ones. He also enjoys hanging out with his friends, for he knows that no one can tear the beautiful friendship apart.
He can always be contacted via email hata05@yahoo.co.uk or thru his new mobile number +962776052892
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2 roses and a thorn on a lifetime adventure (part one of two)
A myth will usually stand on some firm basis and it is once said that if you stand between the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia of Istanbul exactly at 12 noon, you may once again see them. Hey don't get any wrong idea, I'm not superstitious. It's just that myth may sometimes augment one's concentration and interest. And this is the very beginning of my 3-day- journey tale to the cradle of civilization, Istanbul.
Being a second time traveler in this two-continent country, I was not that eager to get to Istanbul but what anticipated me the most was the autumn itself. The memory of summer 2004 kept lingering in my mind as I boarded on Turkish Airways. The captain had started to announce the flight and my mind slowly began to float in the muddled reminiscence of my previous visit in Turkey. It was one peaceful moment until somehow I was awakened by the screeching sound of the tyres as it safely landed on AtaturkInternationalAirport. I fell asleep throughout the trip and at this very moment I was one energetic guy, ready for another journeys and adventures.
No sooner did I exit the AtaturkInternationalAirport than, a wall of thin cold mist hit me on the face. Everything seemed fuzzy and blurry, including my thoughts and mind. My first mission was a simple one. I've got to take a ride to Taksim Square where my sisters would be waiting inside of the hotel. It took like 5 minutes before I faced the first challenge - language. The Turks conversed neither in English nor Arabic and it was a fortune that I was quite skilled in sign language. I boarded on the airport bus heading to Taksim square and the one-hour trip was never tedious as I saw autumn leaves mounted up on the grounds along the journey, adding to the picturesque beauty of the scenery.
I had once declared to budak busuk that I've been blessed with a sixth sense and I was damn right.Here in Taksim Square, my feet magically continued on walking as I stepped out of the bus, heading to the southern part of the square where I began to squeeze in the small streets looking for Kenvansaray Hotel. I turned right and left for like several dozens of times and to my relief, the hotel proudly towered up in front of me after like 20 minutes of walking. After getting connected to my sister's line via the receptionist, they went down for check-out and their bags were like inflated and the secret lied within the rempah ratus and santans of mine, arranged neatly in their bags. LOL.
Bolu or Bursa? Two tough choices but we chose Bursa after discussing the pros and cons. We rented the smallest car from a rent-a-car office nearby, a pristine white Hyundai Getz and we started on the journey to the enchanted Bursa after getting a map and directions from a friendly Turk. The safest and fastest way was via ferry boat and we headed off to the jetty nearby, climbing in the huge yet speedy ferry-boat. The raging wind created gigantic waves and the ferry was like buoyed in accordance to the rhytmn of the wave. Fortunately, I am one lucky fella for not having any motion sicknesses. If not, I would have to swallow up a tablet of hyocine to enjoy the panoramic view of the Bosphorus strait. LOL. Maps were in our hands as we arrived safely at Yalova. We began searching for the directions but it didn't hurt. After all, it was a vacation.
Fine meadows greeted us as we drove along the side hill. We encountered one vast lake, reflecting nature's emerald green and the indigo sky like a giant mirror. The myriad hues and fragrance of the pine trees enveloped us and the air was refreshingly cool. We got into one of the hotels in Bursa after the two-hour exhilarating journey. We retired early that night considering that our real journey would begin early in the morning (the next day). As the surroundings were engulfed in utter darkness and stillness, we finally dozed off...
(to be continued, part 2)
time kasih karena membabaiku
en empty street, an empty house, a hole inside my heart
the in-ferryboat cafe
pristine white hyundai getz, the smallest of all LOL
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