all begins with L

i really really hate textbooks.

on an amusing note, i read that Mars has two potato-shaped moons orbiting around it, named Phobos and Deimos, which mean ‘fear’ and ‘panic’ respectively. And they say men are from Mars.

oh by the way that last bit is hilarious.

Here they call it Egler.
Wonder why I’m piling on the weighing scale.

Canakkale, Turkey.

Formerly regarded as the throne of the Devil by the Christians but later converted by them into a church. Presently a mosque.

Pergamum, Turkey.

“If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.” - Alphonse de Lamartine

She said that my wish will come true. I wish.

“Imagine The Greatest Hits of Bobby Darin minus ‘Mack the Knife’. That’s what my life would be like without you.”
- Sputnik Sweetheart

And that was it, that was enough to make me come home.

CAN’T FILE FOR GRADUATION BECAUSE ONE OF MY COURSES IS NOT CONFIRMED. OASIS PUT MY INTERCULTURAL COMMS UNDER GE ARTS SO NOW I HAVE A HOLE IN MY BUSINESS OPTIONS. WHICH MEANS I HAVE TO EMAIL OASIS TO CHANGE IT. SO NOW I HAVE PENDING COURSES, CANNOT FILE FOR GRADUATION AND MY CREDIT CARD IS EXPIRING THIS JULY.

WHICH MEANS I HAVE TO APPLY FOR AN ISTANBUL BANK ACCOUNT IF I A WANT TO STAY IN THIS COUNTRY
BUT KOC UNI FUCKED UP MY NAME twice. AND NOW IF I WANT A TURKISH ACCOUNT I HAVE TO CORRECT MY NAMECARD FOR THE THIRD BLARDY TIME AND HAVE IT RIGHT.

I FUCKING HATE TECHNOLOGY.

I CAN KILL SOMEONE NOW, TECHNOLOGY OR MAN. I HATE THEM BOTH.

granted that you is no longer the you I used to read about everyday. You is someone else. And every yours is no longer mine and every we that I am no longer part of.

because she doesn’t need to know of my existence when every fucking day is you i read about.

I love this fucking song.

what good is a cat if she is not demanding.

i miss asian food, i miss sushi, i miss thai food, i miss the variety, i miss spicy food.

bad (and expensive) campus food is driving me nuts. nobody here seems to understand my plight.

based on that factor alone, i don’t think i can live here for long.

down to two.

london or canada.

The roommate discovered me shivering at 6am and gave me some pills and a little pat talk to go along:
“..it’s because of your shoes (by which she meant slippers), and your tiny blanket, you’re always wearing too tiny things. it’s very cold.”

th recent disappearance is due to a weekend solo getaway that involved perhaps too many modes of transport within a couple of days.

and now the i’m having istanbul withdrawal fever.

i’m back. nicely tucked in my dormitory bed.
massive amount of photo editing to do.
once you photoshop you can’t stop.

on a side note: i can’t believe next week’s episode is the season’s finale. no. i. don’t. want. l word. to. end.

Best way to pick up a language is to flirt with a local who has absolutely no grasp of the English language, via email.

I not only I need a translator, but a translator who will not laugh. Damn. I feel like Jodi (with her translator), except that she’s mute,

and I’m lost.

Today’s concert was a reflection of what life is like on a death bed. People were leaving, doors were creaking and phone lights flicking. I stayed on because I paid.

Then at that very last minute the quirky quartet and the ancient trio pulled together and went on a stomp.

The heart beat was revived, the crowd went mad, there was a standing ovation. Who would have thought.

Like life you know, probably too much of a tease, but it is worth pulling through.

We were talking about what turns who off, mobile-wise.

One said “I don’t like dot dot dot in text messages, it’s bordering sarcasm and indifference. leave the damn dots”

Another went “I hate smiley faces, especially the one with a nose eg. :–), the nose fucking annoys me.”

My pet peeve is when someone messages me ‘I’m bored’, in the same breath to greet a darling friend.

Urgh.

I have no way of expressing how enamored I am by you, and I will never will because I wish to stay as your homegirl for as long as. And last night I was in love with the music, the dance floor and the dinner that came before.

The coffee predicts that there will be a surprise, a drop of a bomb by the self or another, and you predicted. I made a wish and you forsee it coming true. Only God knows, only he knows.

You are amazing as it is. And I don’t want to fuck this up, I don’t. Let there be love innocent as it is, and let there be courage to face it all. Now I go to sleep and greet the evening when it comes.

Man pisses me off. Alot.

On a side note, Happy International Woman’s Day.

It’s almost like I’m compensating for my less dramatic adolescent years.

Based on sightings from a handful of concrete sources, I managed to piece up the bits and pieces from last I remembered the dance floor with brilliant music to waking up on a drip in my arm in the campus hospital.

And for the first time, there are vacuumed-blanks in my memory.

That will be the last.