When I was at sixth grade, my sister was at eighth grade and she had lots of courses so I had to wait my sister after school to go home together, and sometimes I attended her classes while waiting, thus I knew almost all of her friends. And there was someone in her class who was very funny and used to make me laugh all the time I spoke to him. And he was very clever, I remember him helping me with the tasks that I couldn’t dealt with for a couple of times. Anyway at the end of that year, in the high school entrance exam, although it was expected that he would get a great degree, he failed because of one brainless kid who was sitting behind him in the exam and cheated and copied the math test from him, which meant that both of their math scores didn’t calculated and hence he wasn’t able to attend an Anatolian High School. But he was so strong-minded that he studied very hard and succeed in the university entrance exam and realized his dream of studying medicine by attending the best university on this branch, Hacettepe. But this was not even half of the difficulties he’d been through. After one year in the university, he was diagnosed with Lymphoma. He had to defer his enrolment and his life for two years for his treatment. After that two arduous years, full of many kinds of difficulties, he was successful again by surviving this illness and now he is moving on where he left off… This is the life story that makes me believe that impossible is nothing and he is the one to make me proud of myself for having such a determined, just and honest person in my life.

A couple of days ago, our neighbor, Selin, told me about a really strange event she witnessed in the wedding ceremony of her cousin. Here is the story : it was a wonderful wedding, she started, everyone was enjoying the great music and atmosphere and everything was good till that moment when that noise was heard. An argument broke out between groom and photographer. At first nobody understood what was happening. And then, they went on the ceremony. But Selin wondered what they were fighting about and as she was a good friend of the photographer, and asked him about it. The photographer told her that he had taken some pictures of the groom and a girl hugging and kissing each other and showed them to the groom telling that the bride would also learn about this. “He treated me not to show them to anyone and that’s why we fought” he said to Selin. While they were talking about this, they couldn’t notice that the bride was listening to them until she walked in tears and wanted to see those pictures. And she slapped the groom. It was shocking. At the end of these shocking event, the ceremony was over and they couldn’t get married.

This week we talked about internet addiction in the class, but what about cell phone addiction? These days I've noticed that many people around me can't take their eyes off on their cell phones. Some of them talk to their lovers, some of them can't stop texting with their friends, and some of them play games! Of course it's very normal to do such things with mobile phones but if they are doing this continuously, then there's a problem. For instance, during a get-together among friends, it's more than just possible to see %70 of them to use their phones at the same time and not to talk about something together during that reunion. Or an example from my own experience, while you are sitting together with a friend of yours who is also an addict, she may not be able to notice that you are gone for a couple of minutes as she is so busy with her game!
And what about those businessmen? They are nothing without their phones! I'm sure they feel lost when they forget their cell phones at home or something. Also it's very likely for every kid that can talk to ask for a mobile phone from their parents. And I think in the very very near future, all those kids will have one, unfortunately...
And the reason? I guess we just don't know how to communicate anymore because we have so much things to do on our owns, and we don't think that we need such things. We've just forgotten how to talk, how to touch, what to feel. And it's all thanks to(!) the technology.

How To Build A House

We built houses in Second Life today and here’s how we did it. First of all, we created little boxes and put them into the space where we were told to use. Then by changing their sizes in different dimensions, we turned them into floor and walls. After that, we changed their places in order to make the skeleton of the house. When we were able to create four walls and a floor in the right order, we created the roof of our house and decided to paint the walls of our house. Finally we chose a color to paint the walls and when we put some furnitures in it, our house was ready to use :)

Fog is everywhere. It’s up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows. And it’s down the river, rolling defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog is on the Essex marshes. It is on the Kentish heights. Fog is creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; it is lying out on the yards and hovering in the rigging of great ships. It droops on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog is in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards. Fog is in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, it is down in his close cabin. And fog is cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little 'prentice boy on deck. There are fortunate people on the bridges who are peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.