MERRY CHRISTMAS FILLIES AND SEXYCOLTS

I would've submitted this yesterday from the internet café by our home, but my time expired as I was making the final changes and I lost everything. Since the employee was stupid enough to think 2 minutes would be enough to retype it all, I just left without paying, as I hadn't actually taken advantage of the service.

I haven't been able to catch up on sleep either. My tinnitus that started to sound like a mosquito, along with ezan (call to prayer broadcast from mosques every 5 hours), are two things troubling it.

In better news... people who followed me on other communities (like DA) will remember pieces of paper, with art on them, that I had lost on the way back at the end of summer. I've found the one where I had practiced anatomy (NOTHING NAUGHTY ADDED loljk), the other containing written notes is still missing though.

Aaaanyway.

Moving on to the actual log.

Our plane was greatly delayed (coming from Istanbul to fly back with us there) because of snow in Istanbul, and some of it was still there when we arrived. We couldn't enter our appartment until midnight, where we still had to sort out our stuff (gifts...) before going to sleep.

Saturday started with a haircut for me. Don't worry, there's still enough for my handsome ponytail, even if a few locks tend to slip out. :3

Sunday and today were spent at my grandfather's (mother's side), the one who sings and talks in a soothing voice. We ate, listened to him and chatted with the lady helping him, and I also scribbled a lot.

Also I snapped photos of birds there, because the place is pretty tall (never knew why the English call it a "flat" ), mostly gulls and some crows.

Our meals at my granddad's contained, among others, two things I strongly suggest you try: simit (those sold out in the street are way crunchier and firmer than in markets and shit) and köfte (meatballs, but more elaborately prepared and easier to chew).

At other times we had lahmacun for dinner, which is another dish you MUST try if you ever visit this country.

Monday was probably when we spent the most time moving around.

My uncle took the four of us, plus my grandmother (father's side) and her helper, to a seafood restaurant for lunch; we ate fried anchovies, which have the advantage of being tiny enoough to be eaten with their bones. Then we visited the grave of my late grandfather and my aunt's mother (both on my father's side and lying next to each other).

On the way back, we stopped by an estate councelling office about an appartment we own here. My grandmother used to live in it, before we occupied it for about a year, before emigrating to France and rented it to various clients.

Next morning (yesterday) my father was running errands at banks (I think), and I went to that Internet café where I typed a detailed log before losing it when my time ran out.

My mom, my sister and I spent the afternoon at one of my mother's cousins', and had tea with my aunt who came later. She owns two cats, one of which was constantly seeking contact and even curled up in people's laps, licked my hand purring, replied to my clumsy meows... even when we were eating, he came to have attention, not food.

Today, as I've said, we were at my grandfather's.

But first, we picked up my laptops that had crashed; the old lagtop's hard drive was recovered on CDs but it's slower than ever (took several minutes to boot), the netbook is faster but both the OS and hard drive had to be renewed (without recovery of the old data). While we were shopping (I, my sis and mom) in the afternoon, my father had us buy a USB drive to transfer the data onto the netbook (because only the slow lagtop has a CD slot), though I found a 16-GB one, which should be enough to just contain everything... forEHVUR!

And now, we're having dinner at a pretty restaurant near my uncle's place, and I'm typing this log instead of eating my entry course. ROFL

There.

Untıl next time, fillies and sexycolts.

Fissy Faggot Sodacan the 69th Homo Erotis Pervertis, heading out!