İnternet gibi muhteşem bir fırsat ellerindeyken halen onun bunun sözüyle kendine yol çizdiğini sanıp başkalarının ayak izlerinin üzerinden giden; “araştırmak” fiilini tatbik edemeyen; duyduğuna kayıtsız şartsız inanan; her kesimi dinlemeyip, sadece kendi görüşüne yakın insanlara kulaklarını açan, dolayısıyla hayata dair konularda görüşünü daraltan ve yukarda saydıklarımdan daha acı verici olanı, kendi görüşünden olmayan insanlara saygısını yitirenlerin çoğunlukta olduğu bir jenerasyonun parçasıyım. Biz bu ülkenin geleceği oluyoruz ya, işte benim göz göre göre kaybettiğimiz/kaybedeceğimiz potansiyellere içim yanar.

I don’t know if it’s because of work load or lack of sleep I’m getting lately but  I can hardly remember things I have done/said or differentiate a realistic dream from reality these days.

We had an intern here who quit about 2 weeks ago; someone I felt happy getting to know. She made many origami cranes for people who worked in the office; including me. Now that she has left and I’m in a state of half consciousness, the only thing that proves me her existence is my origami figures. I have to admit, I love this feeling that comes when I realize each time that her existence is tied to these cranes in my little world.

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… this city did not feel like home.

Yazık ki bunlara. Elleri melleri koptu bir de. Üzüldüm Ama sonu bi garip kanımca.

A coder should either have nerves of steel or a shot glass and a bottle of Scotch nearby. Unfortunately, I can’t have the latter and can’t say I’m good at controlling my anger either. So I’m breathing deep; deeper than ever. Unfortunately breathing does not cure headaches so I do what I used to do years ago to calm down: Lose myself in metal bands.

Dil la liya be-parvah dey naal(*)

I set you free. Go and travel the world but return back to me when you find yourself. Return back to me only when you can be a part of me not apart from me…

(*)I gave my heart to someone who doesn’t care about me.

Blog post from: http://reeshahn.net/

Washing over everything…