This blog has a lot of talk about daily life, thoughts, design, recipes & good stuff around the ‘net. We need a slight push sometimes to open our eyes and get going. Think earthly possessions or a simple recipe. Things that make our days in simple ways. Think coffee. This is a blog about those things.
hi. tonight is my gig at nardis. i am hoping and praying that it will go well and everyone will like it, including us, the performers. i really like playing with this band 'cos they're all so laid back, so nice people, these guys. so anyway. i have this need to write down how excited i am about this. to the point of nervousness maybe. but once i'm up on the stage and singing, it'll be alright. keeping fingers crossed. ps. my outfit rocks.
if there was a manual as to how to operate me, i think that would include a few things:
1- U2 album, Achtung Baby 2- Calikusu, Resat Nuri Guntekin 3- High Fidelity, Nick Hornby 4- any healthy-living guide 5- interviews with certain people, including my sister, sena, eylem, eytan, zeren, baris.
always indifferent towards the appropriate. attracted to the difficult, the better-off-without. but it feels right in some inexplicable way. the things people say whizz by in general directions. i want them to whizz off. and my mind is successfully distracted. i like that.
Baby, I can't figure it out Your kisses taste like candy Sweet lies don't gimme no rise Oh, what you're trying to do Livin' on your cheatin' and the pain grows inside me It's enough to leave me crying in the rain Love you forever but you're driving me insaneAnd I'm hanging on Oh, oh, oh, oh I'll win, I'll never give in Our love has got the powerToo many lovers in one lifetime Ain't good for youYou treat me like a vision in the night Someone there to stand behind you When your world ain't working right I ain't no vision,I'm the girl who loves you inside and out Backwards and forwards with my heart hanging out I love no other way What are we gonna do if we lose that fire? Wrap myself up and take me home again Too many heartaches in my lifetime ain't good for meI figure it's the love that keeps you warmLet this moment be forever We won't ever feel the storm I ain't no vision, I'm the girl Who loves you inside and…
-italian cake. -yaprak kitabevi, this bookstore that used to have the best cafe that has ever been. smell of coffee and tea and warmth of the inside. music, always the best. friends, great ones. adolescense. -sena's mom. the apartment they used to live in. overeating while studying. music. -me. the taste of tiramisu, different each day after. coming home from school. a summer's day, somebody's birthday. my family. how my uncle loves it. -chocolate offered today. the taste and intensity. -28/02/06 sitting on my couch, right in the middle, with turkish coffee on the side, suddenly feeling so much better. how come it's just a cake?
california dreamin' playin' on the radio. reminds me of the days i played it for the superdorm crew. then again reminds me of the days i played it for my high school classmates. it's such a sad song. back then i didn't really know why it sounded so sad. now i know. sometimes you just want to go to a warmer place and you can't, and it just hurts so much and life is full of moments like that.
sup with the playstation supsen naber ya?pepeler opsun senipepegoguksuretiylefethiye tekne gezisipuf diyen gunes ve dedemi guldurmek the o.c, season 2 -- i made an error in judgementbaliklama atlamayi ogrendimilkerlerde parti no.1 and 2ardic
birds ('cos they are innocent and sweet) (how i see myself?) penguins ('cos they live in their own world and they're different) (how others see me?) squirrels ('cos they're also innocent and they mind their own business) (how i see/would like to see my partner?)
there's this girl and she's working in a mansion, and her job is to wait for a guest that is supposed to arrive someday, but she is not told when or who the guest is. all she has to do is to keep the mansion ready for this guest that will one day undecidedly arrive. the story is about her thoughts, dreams, fantasies about the guest, about the nature of waiting, about the mansion and how perfect it is. she has everything in there but she's alone. she has no one to talk to, so she's talking to herself all the time.