I want to..
I would like to..
I wish..
I could..
I know I can..
I will..
I am taking back my creativity...

punctual Turkish humour

mizah ile kes başını. ez, pis.
 servis saat 4 te orda olur hanımefendi. ödemeniz 29 mart saat 4-6 arası yapılacak. otobüs 5 dakika uzaklıkta. ödev teslim tarihi 30 nisan. hepsi boş. bunlar biz Türkiye halkı için acaip numerolar. zaten bulanık görüyoruz, yakın gözlüğü lazım. efendim buraya yıllar içinde lanet okuduğum bir daha dokunursam alla belamı versin dediğim firmaları yazsam.
yazayım:
Türkcell: en iyi çeken operatör bunu burnunuzdan fitil fitil getirmezse neyim.
Türk telekom: yemin ederim bilimsel araştırma olarak şu başlığı düşündük:"türk telekom hizmet alımının yaygınlaşması ile kanser oranında artış arasındaki ilişki"
Anadolu hayat:batırdı Cafer. hala bana adımı doğru söyleyemiyor, ama hayat sigortası yapmak istiyor. paranız ha bugün ha yarın hanfendi ne farkeder. bir ara fonları satacağız işte... şahane!
UPS : kargo götü-re-me-me, ama en pahalı fiyatı çekme firması

onlar utanmaz da dostlar uzak dursun. bu kara liste burda dursun. ömrümün sonuna dek yazacağım.

Dun bir klise bahcesi gorduk, yuksek duvarlarla cevrili. kapisini aralayip iceriye bakmak istedik. Kocaman, 400 metrekareden buyuktur sanirim. cok guzel bir bahce. yerini yazmayacagim ama Istanbul un gobeginde diyelim. Yilda sadece bir gun kullaniliyormus klise, gelip dua edip giderlermis. Dedik ki "cok guzel  bahce, yazik, keske daha cok kullanilsa, cocuklara kurs falan verseler klisede". Adamin cevabi beni soyledigimden utandirdi. Dedi ki: "Abla bos degil ki, hayvanlar yasiyor. Bak yukariya, burasi kopek barinagi, 20 klubemiz var." Kendi kendime dedim, bir tek sana mi bahce lazim, burasi da hayvanlarin iste! Umarim degismez, kalir oyle. 

the dust

-why are we here my dear?
-we have been telling ourselves all our lives that we have to stop this happening!
-where did we forget?
-I am hurt! dissappointed on myself. Aren't we supposed to change something?
-we are limited.
-not with wrinkles and grey hairs pulling down our sexual intercorse chances!
-no, limited by walking sticks and heart attacks or diabetus...
-lets say it: I am dying.
-you know what is really sad? you are dying! and I can not handle that!
-where is the book we wrote?
-when was the most content/happiest moment of our life?
-are we really perverts who never have enough?
-or have we been pretending all this time?

dook dook dook, ba ba dook! BABADOOK!

do we really have to freaking fight with our deamons every single day? this movie left that with me as I found it very metaphorical. there is a time in a day, towards the end of sun light, you ask again? do we have to do it again?? can't we have a day off it? 

than we all complain about being nobody, yet no one seems to have the balls to be somebody. can't leave the city, can't leave the family, can't leave the country. well, OK, have about being happy? no can't do that either. I think we are sick. all of us. Abducted from nature, lost the connection, forgot the meaning.

little lies..

two little lies.. and couple of little secrets that confesed later on..oh come on, it is not that big of a deal..
but yet, it is poisoning my heart.. little drops of ink in a cristal clear water.. I could ignore maybe, if the water wouldn't be that clear..

very selfish!!

every night, when I put my head on to pillow, right before let my mouth stay open and make a zissssiiiizzz noise, I go trough the day over the important moments in my head.. I forgive my self for the stupid things I said or did.. I think about the results, if it is likely to effect someone, promise my self not to do again.. then I cheer myself up with the moments that I think I was cool, clever and pretty.. then the moments I was making someone happy, being good at what I do.. then I think about people I miss and what I can do for them.. I make plans to call, send something or write to some...
when I like myself enough, I turn to husband's face and check if he is still in love with me crazy.. after I am sure he is, ........................................ I finally sleep.. those steps swap sometimes.. and all takes just couple minutes if I am sure he loves me crazy.. if I have a little doubt, or if I can not forgive my self over something then the night starts.. untill Mr Sox let us know its 5 am.. then, that day, I'm telling you, you don't want to be around!