xelqa'ara pul ewetish bezide sel bash aghritidighan ish, bolopmu ewetidighan pulingizning miqdari az waqitta töleydighan resimyet heqqila bir yerge baridu. pütünley élketronluq usuli bolghan Paypal yaki Moneybookers ni ishletkende bu xil awarchiliqtin saqlanghili bolidu, ishlitish kop qolayliq. Paypal gha tizimlitish heqsiz, eger siz Shexsi abont (personal account) qilghan bolsingiz, mulazimet heqqi hem tapshurmaysiz. paypal gha tizimlatqandin kiyin uninggha hem melum banka hisabatingizni chatisiz, adette banka hisabati, yaki kredit kard hisabatingiz bolsimu bolidu.
pul ewetmekchi bolsingiz qarshi terepning élxet adrisighila yollaysiz, pul shu haman yitip baridu, dostingiz pul ilish üchün özining hem paypal hisabati bolosh kirek. dostingizgha barghan élxettiki uchurgha asasen dostingiz özining Paypal hisabatigha kirip pulni iliwalidu. ewetken pulgha kitidighan resimyet heqqi siz paypalda pul ewetish jeryanida hisablanghan boyiche bolidu. yeni töwendiki resimde misal qilinghandek:
misalen amrikida turup türkiyege 10 yawru ewettuq deyli, töwendikidek tallaymiz,
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andin hisablash kunupkisini bassaq, bu 10 yawru ni ewetish üchün qanchilik pul töleydighinimiz körsitilgen, dimek adettiki banka hisabatigha baghlanghan Paypal ishletkende peqet 5 sinit tapshurduq digen gep.
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Paypal ning yene bir yaxshi yiri tordin nerse sitiwalghanda, bolopmu ebay din sitiwalghanda bekla qolyaliq bolidu, resimyet heqqi tapshurmaysiz, pul tölesh bek ittik bolidu. Skype gha pul qachlisingizmu qachilanghan pul shu haman yitip baridu.
diqqet: zhung'guda Paypal gha iltimas qilghanda ikki xil tallash bar, biri paypal.com yene biri paypal.cn, kiyinkisi peqet zhunggu ichidila ishleydu.
paypal arqiliq pul i'ane qilishqimu bolidu, pul i'ane qilghanda tölinidighan resimyet heqqi tiximu töwen bolidu, bu töwendiki ulinishta körsitilgen, yeni 100 dollar i'ane qilsingiz 2.2%+$0.3 dollar hisabi boyiche 2.5 dollar heq tapshurisiz. bu töwendiki bette tepsili körsitilgen:
i'ane
Moneybookers mu paypal gha bek oxshaydu, likin nöwette zhungguda ishlimeydighandek qilidu, yawrupa we bashqa terqqi tapqan döletlerde asasen bar. buning heq ilish ölchimi töwendikidek:
baha tézimliki
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 7, 2010
weten
Its an early morning, embracing the sun light, cycling to the university. Passing across a field, one side is wheat, mustard is the other. someone just cut the grass by the road, it smells so home, instantly brought my childhood back, we used to cut grass by scythe in an open field. Freshly cut grass have strong smell, thought it was unique, hardly believing that I am having the very same smell here. I tried to deep breath, tried to save that smell and bury in my bloods, but it seemed I would never get enough of it....
A Uyghur gathering in a remote countryside in Germany. A girl brought some naans (a type of Uyghur breads). She made it by herself, I guess she knows what we missed the most. I took a small piece and found out that it exactly smells the one at home. Wandered how she made it, for me its not for eating, but only for smelling, how nice that would be if I can save it as long so that I could smell every moment I miss...
Thinking of motherland, I miss the beat of a begger's sapaye (musical instrument) in the streets of Urumchi; I miss the smell of flame-red bread freshly taken from our tandoor; I miss shimmery icy peaks sitting on the Tengri mountains range. They were like souls of our ancestors , watching me growing up, telling me legends of Gokturks, giving me an endless urge to climb up to my goals. Oh dear, wish I have a big poster of that heavenly view in my solitary corner, then I would never feel alone...
I miss my people, the way they speak, the way they smile, the way they shout, the way they dance... I only feel that I am a complete human being with their presence around me.
I miss love, love of a Uyghur girl, who always keeps most of it under her shy glance, and leaves you a puzzle which you would never end up cracking...
A Uyghur gathering in a remote countryside in Germany. A girl brought some naans (a type of Uyghur breads). She made it by herself, I guess she knows what we missed the most. I took a small piece and found out that it exactly smells the one at home. Wandered how she made it, for me its not for eating, but only for smelling, how nice that would be if I can save it as long so that I could smell every moment I miss...
Thinking of motherland, I miss the beat of a begger's sapaye (musical instrument) in the streets of Urumchi; I miss the smell of flame-red bread freshly taken from our tandoor; I miss shimmery icy peaks sitting on the Tengri mountains range. They were like souls of our ancestors , watching me growing up, telling me legends of Gokturks, giving me an endless urge to climb up to my goals. Oh dear, wish I have a big poster of that heavenly view in my solitary corner, then I would never feel alone...
I miss my people, the way they speak, the way they smile, the way they shout, the way they dance... I only feel that I am a complete human being with their presence around me.
I miss love, love of a Uyghur girl, who always keeps most of it under her shy glance, and leaves you a puzzle which you would never end up cracking...
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