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.

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

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/

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye, you learn.

Veronica A. Shoffstall

Bunu geçenlerde Tuğçe gönderdi o günden beri arada okuyup gülümsüyorum ne diyeyim

“This is my last goodbye” durumuna kendimi hazırlıyorum. Umarım zamanı geldiğinde işler “Saying goodbye was never an option” ya da “Hello, hello; I don’t know why you say goodbye, I say hello” gibi bir durum ortaya çıkmaz. Ağlarım çünkü.

…or I at least hope it is.

Olayımızı denklemler haline getirecek olursak:
Sera + no food != content Sera
angry Sera -> hell
hungry Sera = angry Sera
place(current) + Sera = 0
place(current)+ hungry Sera = hell

İspat!

Özellikle digg‘de gördüğüm çoğu enteresan haberin linki “co.uk” ile bitiyor ve hepsi demeyeyim ama %80′i Birleşik Krallık’ın başkentinin bulunduğu İngiltere’de geçiyor.

Bugüne kadar İnternet’te çok abuk subuk şey okudum fakat aşağıda linkini verdiğim haber, aralarında beni en çok güldüreni oldu

Yaşlılar ekibi, düzenledikleri çay partilerinde serserilerinin elebaşlarını belirledi ve bu kişilerin isimlerinin yer aldığı listeleri internet üzerindeki sosyal paylaşım sitelerine gönderdi.

Bu kişilerin 67-92 yaş aralığında olduğu gerçeği işin vitamini sanırım. Nasıl bir ülke bu böyle?

Haberin linki: http://www.hurriyet.com.tr/dunya/15251610.asp?gid=373

Sadece God of War oynadım. Kendimi ot gibi hissediyorum.

Q: Did I receive the LBP  I ordered from eBay yet?

A: No.

Q: From which country the copy of the game was shipped?

A: Israel.

Q: With which country Turkey is on the verge of having a crisis with?

A: Israel.

Q: Fuck my life?

A: Yes, please.