ONCE AGAIN 'THE HOURS'

Life of a legend and a child..

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 03:58:17 PDT

Smile...

For The Sake of MJ's children...

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 02:57:31 PDT

A king, an icon and a legend with a power of music, conquering the universe, where nations, empires & kings with nuclear power can not conquer, may have passed away but billions of people all over the world, who have come to worship, admire, respect, honor & still express rejoice the life of a man who still conquers the world with the power music.

No empire, king or president on earth has so much loyal fans as Micheal Jackson have. This world is better place because of the legend, icon & king of music, Micheal Jackson. God, thanks for giving us Micheal Jackson, for we a have enjoyed a life of eternal glory, with the power & sound of music of Micheal Jackson.

GOOD SPACE, Plz forgive the inferiority complex of those who mock, curse, degrade, abuse & insult a dead man, for they don't feel good enough about themselves, therefore, they are desperately attempting to compensates their failure in life by undermine a dead International super star.

All of the world's media including THE SUN should be ashamed of how they have covered this extra ordinary man's life over the last 20 years.

Micheal, Billions of people all over the world are celebrating your life.

A N D,

I have a littttttle concern about the 911 call, they were asking how old he is, etc. etc., and then they ask where was he located. What I have a problem with, is the fact that the so called Dr. Murray, Michael's live in physician was administering CPR with MIchael on the bed, when the paramedics ask them to immediately put him on the floor. Well from the knowledge that I know, you should be on a hard surface to properly administer CPR. So my question is why didn't the Dr. Murray know this, or if he is even aware of this. Everything about that call and the circumstances surrounding that Dr. Murray and his actions is very strange. What do you think?

And and aand,

There is so much more involved in his death than will probably ever be looked at. Fans and reporters knew he was frail, thin, and sickly. We can't get to
him and help. Where was his family? Where were his friends? Grace Rwaramba has been with his children since day one. At one point she called Michael's mother & sister, Janet for an intervention.

California law leaves ALL assets to his children since he was not married at the time of his death. SInce the Jackson family has cleared the house and called Grace to ask where his money is located...what do the children receive? It is their father and his property. It doesn't belong in other's homes or on the auction block for money. These children need a good lawyer that is NOT in conjunction w/the Jackson's.

Michael had the children with a mask in public. That was probably not something they really liked, but the three of them could be at a local market and no one would know anything other than youngsters buying something. That gave them the best of both worlds. They are able to do what SO many celebrities complain they can't do.
Think of Brad Pitt's children. They don't have the same freedom because of the press & America's curiosity.

Michael should not be buried anywhere but Neverland Ranch. If his friends and family could ban together and pay this debt, his national/international fans will repay them with interest.

I hope Michael's lawyer protect his interest in the shooting of his last performance. Imagine they just happen to get all this filmed the night
before he died & now w/o the man in the ground they are excited about the money they'll make. Between that and the insurance company for the tour..seems like a win win, especially since some commented on his frail state.

The media made alot of money on Michael's back.
Most if not all articles were not positive.
Why not stay with this story to keep people honest and for the sake of his children.

But MJlovers trust and believe he knew who his real fans were, he knew who appreciated him and he knows who the fake one's is the one's who just heard Billie Jean, Beat it, and You Rock my world for the very first time.

You are ON THE MOON. Petit Prince. ON THE MOON.

I lost my best friend. Who didn't??

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 06:54:44 PDT

It's like... I lost my coach. My best friend. My past.

I have grown up with him for 25 years, and to think of never hearing another word or song come from his mouth, is heartbreaking. Although I never knew him personally I felt like I did, we were running early in the mornings. TOGETHER. and it hurts as if I lost a family member!

R.I.P. Michael you were truly loved.

You took the EXACT feelings out of my body. I am constantly breaking out into tears when I see your face on TV/on the internet and when I hear each and every one of your songs. Ugghhhhh. It tears me up inside. Growing up, following MJ's tours/music. *sigh* It's like I lost my really cool coach, the worst way ever. I can't get over it.

...glad I'm not the only fan who feels as such.
RIP Michael.

One day, I'll meet you.

Yours,
Muna Genc

For me it's SHAY DAY! BORN or WE DIE FIRST!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 05:32:59 PDT

Yes, I did born today. Today is 29th of June.
though June was gone with Michael Jackson.
This was the big chain. Part of that ONE. Gonna tell this - June was a big mistake. Was at least 1000 years!! And now passed away. What about the world? Does not remember. And stopped loving you. I've made ny choice. Years ago. You were not there. But they were everywhere. REMEMBER THE TIME...

T w o C h o i c e s T w o C h o i c e s
T w o C h o i c e s T w o C h o i c e s

What would you do?….you make the choice.
My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fund-raising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
‘When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.

"Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. ‘I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.’

Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, ‘Do you think they’ll let me play?’ I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, ‘We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.’
Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect withthe ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.Shay would have been out and that would have been the endof the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, ‘Shay, run to first!
Run to first!’

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, ‘Run to second, run to second!’
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far overthe third-baseman’s head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, ‘Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay’
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, ‘Run to third!
Shay, run to third!’

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, ‘Shay, run home! Run home!’
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

‘That day’, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, ‘the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world’.
Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mothertearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the ‘natural order of things.’
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it’s least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Leave 2. Go For It Comment

Neither Freddy, Nor Elvis
May your day, be a Shay Day. MJ DAY.

3. Pray =)

I normally don't cry when people die. This time it's all different. I'm posting and crying. The man was special. He gave so so much! Another reason this world sucks. (especially the good and righteous) We're put here to watch everyone. BORN or we die first.
Damn. My man is gone!!!!!! Damn!!!! . ... !!!! . ! . ! . ! . !
It has been a pleasure to live in this world at the same time you did, Michael.

Michael Jackson meant the world to my 29 year old son, Ty, who has Down's
Syndrome and is also autistic. He has been listening to ONLY Michael Jackson's
music for the past 23 years...everyday...at least 15 hours a
day...REALLY...SERIOUSLY...same several CDs from the time he wakes up until the
time he goes to sleep...constantly...he can't function without MJ's music
playing in the background...He's stuck in a time warp...He doesn't even know who
Barack Obama is, nor does he care to know...he doesn't talk or say any words but
he understands...I explained in detail about MJ's death...Ty is mourning
big-time...anyway, can someone help get us a front row seat to Michael's
funeral?Joyce Ivy, Roseville, CA
Posted by: Joyce June
29, 2009 at 08:32 AM

Tears are being shed & hearts breaking all over this world.
People that neither speak nor understand English sing Michael's songs and dance to his music all over this planet. He was universal.
His death is a shock & too painful to comprehend right now.Dearest Michael, may your sweet soul rest in peace.
Life will never be the same without this incredible genius. As Berry Gordy said, artists like Michael don't come along once in a lifetime or once in a century. They come around once. Only.
I am devastated, beyond sad, and send much healing love to his family.
The fans all over the world are going to have help each other get through this. It's going to be hard.
Posted by: judith June 28, 2009 at 03:45 PM

June 29th 7:52 AM
Posted by: Munalogue
BORN or WE DIE FIRST!

I run with YOU. I run, I love, I cook, the world I watch, the world I dance
with YOU.
You are nothing but TRUE in this world.
Nothing but UNBELIEVABLE.
Time shouldn't have called that early
shouldn't have let usto CRY after YOU.
It was an honor to live the world at the same period of life YOU did, Michael.
BAD!YOU ROCK MY WORLD!
Cry-dancing since then.
Crying on my birthday.
you shall never be forgetten!

REST IN PEACE... RESET YOUR BODY.
BORN or we die first!

Istanbully,
Muna

I will always remember you on the stage! MICHAEL JACKSON!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 14:26:37 PDT

I love you. Every day. I listen to what you say, to us... I imagine, while I run... I relisten, redance while I run. You are my power! You are my power, Billie Jean. My Dirty Diana! The way you make me feel. Dangerous! Man in the Mirror. You are my power, Thriller. Beat it. You are not alone. You rock my world. Don't stop 'til You Get Enough! HEAL THE WORLD! Scream! Remember The Time. Who's Bad???!!!! Off the wall!! Answer me HUMAN NATURE! Who is it!? Working Day and Night!! Wanna be Startin' Somethin' ........ Smooth Criminal.......!

You can't take away yourself. Esp. Listen to MJself.
I'll remember you two, teaching each other! MJ to MJ to dance (moon walking)
MJ to MJ to basket!! I will never forget YOU. Here is them !!!!! MJ vs MJ
and...
WE ARE HERE.
TO BE. TO HEAL. TO REMEMBER. TO FORGIVE. TO DANCE!

Michael Jackson, dancer of my life, my tapdancer, my running feet, my swimming arm, my'o'my... YOU ARE NOT ALONE. You are just gone. TO HEAL BACK.

Michael Jackson suffered a cardiac arrest earlier this afternoon at his Holmby Hills
home and paramedics were unable to revive him. We're told when paramedics
arrived Jackson had no pulse and they never got a pulse back.A source tells us
Jackson was dead when paramedics arrived. A cardiologist at UCLA tells TMZ
Jackson died of cardiac arrest.Once at the hospital, the staff tried to
resuscitate him but he was completely unresponsive.A source inside the hospital
told us there was "absolute chaos" after Jackson arrrived. People who were with
the singer were screaming, "You've got to save him! You've got to save him!"

...................we love you.

Click Right to see a bigger BRIDE !!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 13:45:24 PDT

After running and running and jeeez after SWIMMING in AYVALIK, I should post some good news here. Some news at least. Photographic, monographic... at some point =)

Here, ANJELIKA AKBAR was rolling Raindrops back and fort...
Photographed by me, muna.

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While YALIN singing,

"Ben bu-gün ne-za-keten.. kırılıp bükülüp kafamda onları bunları taşırken..."
I was on the way for a good swimming. And then took photos, videos of WINDSURFERS. They dude, go dude, eat dude, rest dudedly dude, all was dude-naked =))

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While KENAN DOGULU singing,

esp. my favorite song "Öyle bir yerdeyim ki bilsen şu anda aklımda sen varsın deniz gülüşün aklımda, senin sesin mavi, gözlerin melekli, bir de kanatlansan uçsan, gelsennnnn SIMDI BURADA OLSAYDIN Benimle AYNI BAKSAYDIN" Well, I was running, I rarely think when I run. I usually happen to be a NOTHING BOX when inside this machine. So to say, in this one thought, there was this funeral, mine, "I" was dead (soul departures), and everyone was running as a funeral =) I mean it. I am very serious. I do not want to go in a coffin. Anyway we should giggle alot about this. Have a FRESH-last wish. Wrote it down, if I post mine here, it could be funnier =) Wait the next post. If not any running/swimming/planting/undefined flying/pilatesing objects/news interesting, I'll write =)

So then,
See you later fellas,
Muna

She looked at me, in a different, almost bee way =)

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 07:21:35 PDT

Hey!

I need to write here. I haff to sleep right now. And
run, in the morning. Gonna meet an old friend. Friday seems free.
Saturdays new age syptoms is Pilates,
and Sunday is always for Nike =)
I love you all, thanks for stopping.
we have some health issues at home, but gonna pass, I knooow, it's summer,
summer to all of us!!

Good days,
And thank you thank you Janette, for the china tea tips!
I found some here also, you should look at it,

I love François-Xavier, his style is definitely unique. He has been here for several times. Also wrote about our food and some historical places he has been etc.

see you on friday,
Muna

IF this is about 'DayEating'...

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Fri, 01 May 2009 05:38:34 PDT

Bring back my china teas!!!
I can find these only in foreign countries, why? Why can't you send me then?
Not that I ask, I am also worried, plz. Out of green tea.
Life does not pass without it.

Has any one drink them? Or see them in a friend's house?

Write it to me, I should order some, immediately!

Thanks for stopping by.
Did you watch the video??? (was before this post)
Next post - will be about header. Life's hesder. Life's tutorials.
Haff lots of photos, dying to share.

By the way, I will be announcing my new -other- photos web site-
Besde flickr-pro, this is genuinely new!!! Only photos!!!

A show-must-go-on video is dedicated to whom says 'I feel lucky'!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 05:29:34 PDT

This video belongs to our last summer.

..was not a video actually.
Here, photos combine with a rythm (one, splendid, yachting music)
and fortunately with the words.

Words - that all I have.
Photos - all that make 'the moment's endless
Dreams - that reminded me again and again.
Places - that I want to live in.

We are humans, okay, we are, I am, they are (sometimes),
anyway, if this is some kind of a dream, I hold up, no, I exactly hold on,
should I stay or should I go? Should I follow this fancy city (Istanbul), this crying city (Istanbul)

I saw you crying
I saw you crying at the discotheque
crying out loud discotheque

or just leave it for the giants, for the restaurants, for the mass media, for Borat?
I love my passion. It's like, in case of emergency. I keep it.
When it's time to go, high time, it will give me the-garage/yard-sale-energy.
I promise -
I will change my feng-shui standards (in and out the house) into a japanese -simple- standard.
Yay! Mov'in'! Just Mov'in'!

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Here, Always Pop the question, the right time? (booggh yes, tell me about it!)
There will be a mark ,
and when you've doubted, the potential it will be,
always on the wall
the question "what if...?"

What if you're wrong? What if eye for an eye? What if she did? What if there is hope?
What if you killed? What if we jealous or do we just hate?
The dream. America? Hellloooo, american dream! =))

This is future. If no-one falls for that, I CAN. I fall for that.
and infact, I can live in it,
you may be not there, and see me,
but I feel it now, I will be gone.

and i'm also hesitating by temptation lest it runs
which it don't follow me
but i'm not there, i'm gone

That's why - I'm begging now
to the answer of the question -
why shall we move out?
Living in IZMIR, life like, living walls!

Enough talking. let photos play!
Try it!
The videoooooooo!

Play once. (Plz check the other music content -stands in the sidebar row-
this video has its own music, you can re-play again if you like the songs at the sidebar)

And plz,
leave your comment,
I dunno, somewhere below
look around the page,
good luck!

Istanbully,
muna

Before we even start, let me just drunk you in.

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 18:19:31 PDT

Brüno Brüno Quotes:

How do you deal with that awkward situation of somebody in a wheelchair coming and you want to push them away but you don't want to create a scene? How do you turn them away? Do you ignore them or wheel them away?

How about this??

Do you think if house music was around in the 30's World War II would have even happened?

It makes me laugh =)
Just write down your birtday - month, day,year!
And Try the trailer!

Good, markable dayzz to youu =)

Springly,
Muna

Remember Remember The 10th of November!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 18:24:24 PDT

I got sick. For a runner, a very bad one (able to move only bed to bed and you know what for an action movie I need more rest. Only permisson for doobie doobiie ones.) When they (pills, aches) let me to sleep well, I see dreams. Never give up on their quality even I'm very very sick I struggle with them again, oh did I not mention it to you before? Who are they, you are asking... Who are they, who the hell think they are! Aren't we always asking that?

*****

No, no. This time I do not need to know. This time I need show. And slam the doors to their faces! Ooops. Do they have faces? As far as I can see we are beyond telling and explaining. It's time. It's high time to take action.

Let me simplify this for those who do not live in my country. Everynight in my dreams I saw; not my easy-life, not my dog, not my trees. I see them. That does not hurt me. Not the way you think. I will write it phrase by phrase so you can feel how I feel. How I feel FOR MY COUNTRY. MY COUNTRY. MY KEMALIST COUNTRY.

"Little less conversation little more action"

Elvis Presley

"Take time to deliberate; but when the time for action arrives, stop thinking and go in.”
Napoleon Bonaparte

"Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

Maya Angelou

"I'm a woman of very few words, but lots of action.”

Mae West

"Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.”

Katherine Mansfield

"As a woman I have no country.
As a woman I want no
country.
As a woman my country is the whole world."

Virginia Woolf

"As they have come, so they will go"

Kemal ATATÜRK

"Your first duty is ever to preserve
and defend the National independence,
the Turkish Republic.

That is the only basis of your
existence and your
future. This basis contains your most precious treasure.
In the future, too,
there will be ill-will, both in the country itself and abroad, which will try to tear this treasure from you.
If one day you are compelled to defend your
independence and the Republic, then, in order to fulfill your duty, you will have to look beyond the possibilities and conditions in which you might find
yourself. It may be that these conditions and possibilities are altogether
unfavorable.
It may be that the enemies who desire to destroy your independence
and your Republic represent the strongest force that the earth has ever seen;

that they have through craft and force, taken possession of all the fortresses and arsenals of the Fatherland; that all its armies are scattered and the country actually and completely occupied.
Assuming, in order to look still darker possibilities in the face, that those who hold the power of Government within the country have fallen into error, that they are fools or traitors, yes,
even that these leading persons may identify their personal interests with the enemy's political goals, it might happen
that the nation came into complete privation, into the most extreme distress; that it found itself in a condition of ruin and complete exhaustion.
Even under those circumstances, O Turkish child, future generations! It is your duty to save the independence, the Turkish Republic.
The strength that you will need for this is mighty
in the noble blood which flows in your veins. "

M. K. Atatürk, from "The Speech", October 20, 1927

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"Remember, Remember

The fifth of November,

The gunpowder treason and plot.

I know of no reason

Why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot."

V for Vendetta

Step by Step (Adım Adım) aims to change!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 18:26:35 PDT

Yes,
so far, some fast

AGAIN
I run.

If you like running (or walking) what better way to explore the area near your home than to take part in a local charity walk. You not only see new places on a planned route, get some good exercise and meet local people but also help a good cause with your donation.

In this post, like you read it before in your mails, I recall the donation part. Now it's your turn. It's not a giggle-note. The
fast I run, the higher you change the world! Let's make a "we did it" sigh. You
still have got two weeks to donate. Till
24 March 2009

yes, still after the marathon day! Yay!
Below, you'll see the detailed numbers on how to donate.

Now scroll the buffer!

Our wish!

and Our team!

ATATURKIYEATATURKIYE
ATATURKIYEATATURKIYE
There is only yOu.
Only One "for my lOnely cOuntry".

Runner's snapshots by Volkan Taranoglu,
the one with Atatürk t-shirt'ed
by Nonbert Wilhelmi

Step by Step

S T R E T C H I N G

Antalya, Antalya

my love of sun and sea salt

and there,
nights R already marching

And for the record -

I've had the most beautiful breakfast (after I run) in 2009s =)
A good and an early start for an old-english-spring morning

and my beyond-summer-morningzzzz!!!!!!!
thank you thank you Suleyman!!
That was so colourful for a cheeselOver like me!!

and of course, of cOurse
Volkan, The Big Man was there for me.
All was enough for my spread-ego, honey =)

I also, have some special thanks to
Yesim Solak, Aytac Solak, Ilke Sucullu, Ceylan Nurcan, Yasemin Yener,
Ender Araz and Idil Gural Beydogan,
Aygul Atik and her love life partner Fatih Akbulut,

for your every drop - to Joern and Andreas K.,

and finally to my mum and dad, Hakan&Cihan!
thank you, thank you all for calling, texting and mailing.

You were with me.

I feel your heartiness, trueness all over my legs!!

That was so, very much so

I M P O R T A N T for me.

Sharing this, even more challenging with you.
And more fun.

Now,
I am back. All in Istanbul!
Waiting, a good call

from Vienna

and its perfectly mozart'ed Marathon!!

Now that
I am waiting.

time for your turns. BECAUSE...

Adım Adım (Step by Step)
aims to change.

The members -- for the most part Turks, many of whom have lived in the United States -- aim to create both a culture of running and a new tradition of charitable giving in Turkey.
Adım Adım’s first project culminated earlier this spring at the Antalya Marathon on Turkey’s spectacular Mediterranean coast.
The team’s 62 runners raised more than TL 73,000 for The Spinal Cord Paralytics Society of Turkey (TOFD).

The successful combination of long-distance running and fund-raising is well-known in many countries. In the US, for example, The Komen Race for the Cure and the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training Program have, between themselves, raised over a
billion dollars for cancer research through long-distance training programs
established in the 1980s.

“We had to establish a notion of charity first and then run for charity.”
Bilgi University professor Itır Erhart, another founding member of Adım Adım, adds that people are sometimes skeptical when a runner invites others to donate. Erhart says people often ask:
“Why are you running? Why don’t you just give the money?”

Most of Adım Adım’s members work in business, medicine and education. Applying their
management savvy, they conducted focus groups to learn which issues people in
Turkey view as the most country’s most pressing. The answer: health and
education. The team chose to focus on health and, after researching eligible
charities, settled on the TOFD (http://www.tofd.org.tr/ ). The TOFD best met Adım
Adım’s three selection criteria: transparency in financial reporting, ease of
cooperation and concrete projects to be funded.

Erhart notes that the focus groups revealed that People in Turkey] don’t donate money because
they don’t trust, so the transparency of the TOFD was important.” “The numbers are out there,” she says. The TOFD also makes it easy for people to make donations. As for the third criterion, funds raised by Adım Adım go toward the
purchase of electric wheelchairs. People know exactly how much money a wheel chair costs and how many wheel chairs their efforts produce.

Step by step, 62 runners training for the Antalya Marathon collected contributions
from 475 donors, one by one. The result was electric wheelchairs for 35 individuals whose mobility would otherwise be severely restricted.

In the words of Süleyman Akbulut, the vice president of the TOFD: “These wheelchairs
make it possible for people to move on their own [and] become independent. They
can participate in society, get to their jobs and go to school.” Akbulut says
Adım Adım is breaking new ground in Turkey: “In Turkey, as far as we know, there is no other such group gathering money in this way. For Turkey this is a
first.”

Adım Adım’s goal is to have 5,000 donors

collecting TL 1 million within four years.

15.04.2008
JOHN CROFOOT

It plans to establish groups in Turkey’s other major cities: İzmir, Ankara, Adana, Bursa, Antalya and Eskişehir.

The group’s Saturday morning runs in the Belgrade Forest are open to all.

For more information, visit http://www.adimadim.org/

How can you dOnate? Do you like to dOnate?

You can still dOnate. Oh yes, you can.

Click on it!

(to see the large images - click on them)

Stay marathoned,

Muna

* By the way

suddenly and irrelevantly I ask you,

"Do you like the new layout?"

I meant the horses au galop =)

OMG!!! There are 5 mOnths to gO!! 5 months of phOtOs I should pOst!!! but no worries, colgate'ly coming there...

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 17:02:42 PST

There has been things,
we did not fOllOw.
though we've waited
in the line of it
randOmizing it
while things needed to be opened
as a case.
would be Done by opening.
just that
that close!

For a while, we gave seven pOunds - In our closing speeches.

Au lieu de parler...

oh and Instead of taking actions

There were Wishes -

oh wishes!

all by heart,

flowered and spirited away.

You were there.

You were listening.
at some point, yourself.

nous sommes prêts
à tout mélanger
à notre vOOooOyage

We were going.

just Through another year.

Then

We were curious about the colour,

the 'one minuts' war,

and then the new meaning of

'the ugly',

the nature itself

for Benjamin.

We all going the same way. Pour mélanger, say it

or laugh it out lOud!

we all end up in diapers, like the poet said,

the poet here to be Can Yücel.

anyway, look at my face, here.

FlashbackSsss - can you here the tone?

not "eehwww"

"I thank you"

Thank you God, for all the blessings I have

and all the blessings I am receiving

right now bless wine!

at the same time,

for a very good day -for starters indeed =)

please bless

walnut-cereal bread-old yellow cheese- cucumber and dill

*think 'n' thank to 'the one' and 'only you'

*yesss certainly right now, came to my mind

I will, later announce the past tense of the verb 'git' (in turkish means 'go')

After our meals, breakfasts, just LATER.

Breakfasts, Brunch...

Life happens

on the way it giggles..

to be a whole - with bunch of brunches =)

and it depends on - what you expecting most, huh?

What a thrill!! Oh, OMG!

You pancaked it!

A lifetime treat(!) is lOOking fOr yOu.

DROP that thoughts for a while!
for a cup of coffee (my cups -from my childhood by the way)

for a black mulberry wine...

then

what stopping you??
Name it with me.

Right after Sophieside of the world,

I hear sOme silence.

Some martha you know, must be going through

the kitchen / the dark side of the moon
I have no right to go there.

martha made it for me - the left side

Then I have nothing left.

Everything works(,) Right(?)

So do I.

They say "Use your imagination"

I say, "Use next"

Yes, we were talking.

'what now becomes ambidextorous?'

it seems we become more ambidextrous as we get older.

What is so-told than me?
and how can it be memory-exhausted?

or simply 'munausted' ???

Even I've booked it.

Also tried the new way.

including the new Tabuu's puppet ways.

I surely can not find.

Something is missing.

since the world began
Yes, that's for sure.

When you find it,
wherever it is,
you will heartedly and exactly call it

the 'exit'
I know.

ThedurumsThedurumsThedrumsThedrums
A mail ago, while I was writing - I found the Missing part!! -

I am only good for children and imagination itself.
Sometimes, according to my cases, I can not be seen, heard or tasted better.
Then I must be, I am the magic!

I should, of course

why Can't I dissolve in 'body-of-lies' otherwise?

all over the world, tonight, Think.

a writer, a photographer (and as their photoshopper), a runner,

a florist, a swimmer,
a pebble lover (oh and pepper she lovesss all white peppercorns, dark peppercorns, red peppppercorns (!!!))

a stone designer,
a psycho-collector (while dying again for a little collage),
a good listener, a pulchritude listener even (- who listens you and old broadway musics, 50's and 60's and Ting Tings etc. SHe is just that into you! She ain't what she SHARES(!) but she listens.)

a morning piano player, an eternal-puppy lover, a meant-to-be famous cook, and an interior designer and definitely a pilot, SHe kills herself fOr that.

Oh you can't imagine! Noone knows that. Oh boy, noone knows yOu either.

Maybe God (helps us here).

He will say nothing more. Nothing pheeew! Just known. And well said:"Speak, if needed -speak wisdom"

"Revenons à nos moutons",

and let's divide it

to here and then,

what I am to be,

keep it - if that's a woman - for my family,

if that's a humalien - then keep it ALL to me!!!

Listen your world.

Imagine it works. It shall speak.

Maybe it chOppers!!

In your dreams maybe they get alive.

Maybe that's another way...

to get a new post-respiratory tract.

On broadway, in Honolulu, out there Phoenix,

in Van, and besides Ko phi phi, Cat ba island,

Cinque Terre, Como - wherever you are.

REACH OUT.

put it in your mind - a new track!

anyway.

WE GO TOGETHER

GO GREASE before we "were were were"

Are we negotiating?

- ALWAYS

good bette

midler byesss

GO TRAVOLT THERE

Muna Genc T.

Hi to the generic!!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 08:41:40 PDT

In a few days I'll be here...

meaning wherever yours are.

we haff got plenty of time

to kill

can you imagine?

the possibility, i mean.

perhaps you will never feel any harm

perhaps it's because of the probability

of one's imagination

yes very collective!

The one,

Utilizing it

all the way raising its consciousness

refer to long-continued trials

even beyond,

even-handed,

has the potential

to push art to work.

can you imagine?

there is a difference

between every single judging person and the judgement itself?

well,

you name it

"Righteous wind on our backs."

....

istanbully,
Muna Genc T.

THIS WHOLE TIME - WHERE WAS i ????!!!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 15:09:29 PDT

LOVE LIKE LIFE - oh so cute, so down to earth =)

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Sat, 03 May 2008 05:20:15 PDT

This is for St. Friends Day =)

Dear AAA,

About Troy, I believe, this one or another,

we will do something nice, who knows something better

some others think it would be - very very musical =)

cheers!!

27 April 2008, Istanbul
Muna Genc T.

Like the way, like I said.

The word 'like' is really a non-committal word.

It’s not 'hate' and it’s not 'love'.

'Like' is sort of the middle of the road.

If you ask someone, “How’s my casserole?”
And they say, “Oh was that casserole? …I liked it.”
You don’t really know where your casserole stands.

Personally, if I say I like a food, I really like it.
Like 'dıble', it’s good. I first like its region...
'Black Sea' foods... It’s good for you.
I, then, would say, “I love it.” That’s going too far?

If you love something, you probably also like it.

But if you like something, you don’t have to love it.

If you love something set bla bla free =))

But if you just like something, keep it around until you get sick of it.

You know what I like?
Finding money in your pockets.
That’s sweet. You feel like you have money to burn.
I like it.

You know what I love?

After a book or a movie or a moment I finished, I filled with my years-ago thoughts.
That’s pure joy. That’s the beating.
That's non-system-sense.

You know what else I ride?
Talking. Everyday on my way to home =)
Every week I am here to ease around...
talking to you =)

yours istanbully,
Muna Genc T.
EDG.

In husky voice, with bright eyes; forever more... Genially as said before and as drawn with 2B pencils!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 06:30:10 PST

This is how we look...
Any own observation could establish our conclusion...
Here, greatest number of its sides!
WHY we look...
Do you see? I mean, really,
do you ?

Thus we find,
that all the simple ideas.

well, 'tis commonly allow'd
by impressions...

But I need to know;
the love I gave now, the power now I pretend,
the world I defend...

My world is being "known", yes but how do you exist there?
as being known...?
Sure, while knowing it, only through years, deads
just can not prove it, right?

Maybe looking with seeing, starts in bad-night...
and unfortunately do not start again
untill another bad-nights fire up!

I really can not forgive myself then. Can not. My humanity, my god, how many, how insanely impressions given to me? also that's me - could fall for causes lately???
oh really how many of them are formed?
I, don't. I, howdy...

Won't give a sheet just only after searching "some"!
Some job, some life or only with some food??? Do not finish!

In "Life would be", there is good, just like there lived manyly...

On my way, what there, fills "some" with good people,
I'd like you to meet...
(if I maybe so frank, I would say) oh plz, it is a pleasure...

Happy Pop-up Family!

yet the role is not for four years old...
for an idea-come-N-go, won't be universally =) maybe it is just
like it is. Like more capable, more adventures...

Playing...
All the good life... Yes, the good life of Shirley Horn

Understanding with books, all the good life...
All the sailings...

Looking
was free before,
once.

Now then which is to be?
Looking in living... Spying in seeing?
"You can take your choice, you know, I always play fair."

Yeah when she wakes mum, she gets mum...
when she whispers to her mum... She takes her back
to homey home, well, what of that?
She is not a spy!!

The whistle sounded; there she started up!

Peek-a-boo - hOllahOp - lOllipOp

It could nonly be the gush of an arty "patient"...
Nonly be...

Why, to elicit agreemet
and why not, make a silence together?

Then she wondered why she had never before noticed

how "disney" those upper glitters look like =) with flowers...

oophs R there any?
"No signs mumy, no signs from other flowers..."
cheerfully said she,
under the white fog of a winter morning.

Something in life,
is delicious. Yes, like marinated... Shining upon you,
something wild;

making your path and glistening your walk...
and there, you shall smell. Patience, my friend! Remember?

How this reaching is flabbergasted? Also takes the natural place
of binding??
only with patience and its smell...

In husky voice, with bright eyes; forever more...

Genially as said before and as drawn with 2B pencils!

I hardly aware of a departed soul...
And THEY hardly see on their shores... Stay child somewhere inside.
Silent, Alive, Stay!
Give! Hope, Anger, Notes...

In towns... Everyday is loveless.
Looking is out at the moon.
Looking like prepositions... wraparound!
Looking, is only in prepositions.
No act. No right. No fight.

Shadow... Beauty... Plz go fOr mOre!
at least for a heart beat!

. . .

well, you know
these points and views
from my group baka baka baka

Now, if I could change the lock, of shores even,
would it roll out the pain? Would it be righteous again?
Either seems commune?
Not known...

But knowing that BEHIND THE SCENES
they haff a finger in every pie, makes me ask:
"For what reason my god, etiology???" while I felt as
such an idiot-interfering, I just know how no-count the idiot is =)

well, how so ever it is...
Thank you for finding ME.

here.
with joy.
Muna Genc T.

....

Happy Very Merry New Yeaaar!!!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 08:00:28 PST

D e a r p h o t o l o v e r s ,

W I N D lovers,

A f r i c a m p lovers,

s o p h i s t i c a t u s lovers,

y e a r lovers,

f u t u r e lovers,

This photo is from Elena Kodci's site.
well, you know her
from anywhere!
she is a great AD.

m o r n i n g lovers,

s o u f f l é lovers,

Dear jazzlovers,
lovelovers,
typewriter-oh-of-course-lovers,
and dear "they"lovers,
glitterlovers, iconlovers,
nglovers, my-helpful-ruggamuffins, xmasTreelovers, "the"lovers, A+lovers, WINDlovers,
and from all over the world -
for you my friends, and for my husband,

just wanted to take a moment to wish
each of you a merry new year,

may God
may Quantum (physically)

bless each of you with Health,
Prosperity,
Love,
Joy,
aaaaaaand P e a c e

this holiday season.
God bless each you! Merry Things from the mountains
of Turkey...

Blessings,
Muna Genc T.

Listen to this very very carefully - that will save you from what you suffer!

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 05:28:04 PDT

Steve Jobs - Aç Kal Budala Kal (Alt Yazili)
Uploaded by morketing

A sunday smile...

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Mon, 19 Nov 2007 14:08:14 PST

Ayyy remember those-were-the-days-my-friend times =) Bidir bidir bidir

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Wed, 14 Nov 2007 13:51:35 PST

will be mOre to cOme - marathOn week - afterEurasia and befOrEurasia :))

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 19:26:10 PDT

This photo just just baken!

just exactly a week ago!
Even running, I chOse
relaxing, and a do-nothing-but-watching-sun thing
ohhy and a 18km walking :)) wehuehwhee

Just beforrre eurasia marathon - the skyfor me ...

Why the weather is all about SKY sometimes?
Sometimes we drop, really why, the one we wanna fly up...
This I-won't-N-it-won't pass-thing of mine is,
heRe, running. Clearing mind, vanishing in time etc...
but the most powerful reason to that -
to compete - to myself, with myself, against myself, for myself
in running. In thinking. again N again. Continuously, in every possible
running N non-running hours :)) Thoughts??
at least faster than a cigaratteur than a non-walker
just clearing, maybe just.
easier way to refreshing maybe.
A race...

yesss, the marathOness
29th Intercontinental
Istanbul Eurasia MarathOn
not only 15km. but also half-marathon

me finishing seCret halfMarathon!!
I run. Il a l'air de... swimming in the air. Very very like.
There, that day, a little unprofessional thing to do -
was to concentrate on the music rather on my road!!!
The turning points yeaahh!! daah! haff to run 6km. mOOOre!!!
was für eine?? :)) with the-athletes-I am-running feeling?? nope,
not a professional STEP-of-me would be, but ehhww marathOners
were with me and I felt their fartleks behind me :))
definitely behind --
had to turn back - to finish what I supposed to run -15 km. So but,
there was a secret halfMarathoning inside :))

Let's talk after my second plz :))
will be on 2 March 2007 RUNTALYA

And of course, how about that, I learned that
-learning at night- we haff to go to work!!! on monday monday
on our only 29th of october!! And of course why they made the marathon that day?
Because the next day muna would be at work!
not a holiday/break! get none. get isine!

But tuesday was relaxing...
gerçi more working 'till to 10 pm,
but I, living-between-dying-N-deforming-thoughts
accept the happy-lunch-hour with this lady :)

And yes, my pre-pro-creative chief :)
Idil Gural...
at the "film sokagi" night

the very lOOong night.
half past 4 am - would be seen a-lOt-sleepy
by my hOme hOmme

In Maçka, the place we almost like,
"Ism-i Nur", special tagliatelle, non,
garlic-mushroom-pOtatO salad plzz :))
hmm, wrong photo? nope,
my best-lunch-après-coffée-talk friend
this's
a very simple way
another way
to
Tenkuuu :)

lOtsOfmeadOws I hire nOwadays - and below, the reason, why I do need

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 06:09:40 PDT

I met my lOves,
yeap we all haff met sometimes.

But they actually my friends
unfortunately we all separated

mOst-friended ones especially, sadly...

as the old ones
could always "fall apart" in notions...
munasotely :)

Il tempo oggi è bellissimo! Che si fa :)

nowadays - when we need the unromanticized but the idea

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 18:37:51 PDT

Like a fortune-teller...
Tell me mrs..
What will it gOnna be??
Do I worry that much?
about it... what signifies'm at all?
why worry; I haff thousands of
musics, lyrics, rooms, travels
on my mind... Shouldn't we just
see someone?
any of those
that gave me already-away
or
lately tried to :)

what sort of impression,
_take the question out of courage_
what sort of impression was,
atwhat "the next time" you looked?
..... ..... ..
hmmm, look... child... ehhr,
ben... oui! what would be gOod -
"... qui m'avais paru
for so lOOong..."

...
they think bla bla bla bl bl b laa, don't they?
...

Let's not think about it.
Let's sail...

Let's hear lover voices...

Let's marry into the washington family!!
yay all the oranges :))

Let's haff those
little grandmommy reading corners :)

Let the dog, be a dog!
whoah what a tender, what soul I saw you in, munaaa, lol
Let's preserve them...

...quel noble
non,
Quelle noble allure!

"Dans la profondeur du ciel bleu!
Le temps est beau; la terre est belle!
Me voici! D'où vient ta surprise?" - Faust & mephiiiiiis

. biliyorumartikcokzorcokkurucakyenibirhikayemyokvebueskikelimelerle.

Yes, there are two paths... in one's life...

noreply@blogger.com (munas) — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 07:33:55 PDT

jedenfalls I am back...
with this
entirely educated (by phOtOs) couple
Aygül and Fatih

and yes the quartet - for how-many-years

Happy cycling birthdays to yOuy
my avea friend -yes by all means :)

Aygül's best triO
no offense plz :)
just, we do not welcOme any mOre :)

still defending avea or what??? :)

two sisters in one night
beauty all over this family's center
bla bla bl...
comments idealized on
"Queens of Love"
ohh how not possibly, will one tell us?

"By the time they at last thus came to speech they were alone
in one of the rooms - remarkable for a fine portrait over the chimney-place [:) dunno]-
out of which their friends had passed, and the charm of it was that even before they had spoken they had pratically arranged with each other to stay behind for talk.
The charm, happily, was in other things too - partly in there being aspects..." J. Hawthorne
sometimes just being there -
one considers enough - for all.

to smile along their lives...
thOugh
nOone knows hOw one fin'out...