Stu'dreaming' instead of stu'dying'

Romeo & Juliet

Kulaklarım patlıyor sessizliğinden!

"I'm looking upon the floor 

I'm trying to sing a song

In a language I don't speak 

I try but I cant get through 

I'm trying to get to you 

But you're difficult to reach 

Won't you talk to me?

Let's talk, let's talk..." - Coldplay

Do you ?

I've spent my whole Saturday at home, drawing and coloring.
It was incredibly relaxing and fun :)

Unforunately now I should start studying. And then just continue to study, study, study, study...

This is the only thing on my mind when I wake up every Sunday morning.
I missed those peaceful Sundays. When I used to have breakfast with my parents and go out until the afternoon... When my homeworks were easy enough that I could finish them in two hours...

Last month until the summer break...
But these last days are so freaking busy, that I can prefer to die!

Uyusam mı artık?

Nice song, nice video... Enjoy :)

Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows

New York, New York...

New York Times: Turkish Edition from Quba Michalski on Vimeo.

Güzel reklammış, ilk defa gördüm...

You think?

" Paranoia is a thought process heavily influenced by anxiety or fear, often to the point of irrationality and delusion. " - Wikipedia

You think that I'm paranoiac...
So, did you ever thought 'why'?

Because; I get curious when you are chilly.
Cause I still remember the last time when you became chilly. And maybe I'm afraid of seeing the same 'The End' writing which once appeared all of a sudden...
Actually it's not a 'maybe'. Yes, I'm scared.

I'm scared. But it doesn't mean that I don't trust you.
It may seem contrary; but after looking at the description of paranoia, I figured out how they were related.

Things happened in those days don't irritate me no longer. But i cannot control my brain, those thoughts which are stuck in my subconscious, flitting in my mind. I can't sweep them off. They're just gnawing my mind, making me nervous; even if I know they are bullshit.

Do you understand?
I'm really sorry of my bullshit thoughts, but there is nothing that I can do about them.
There's only one thing that I know for sure; I love you.

Staring Girl

I once knew a girl
who would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care

She’d stare at the ground,

She’d stare at the sky.

She’d stare at you for hours,
and you’d never know why.

But after winning the local staring contest,

she finally gave her eyes
a well-deserved rest.

Lunatic, Poetic!

Way out in the water,
Did you see
A swimming mind?

I want to slaughter
But then I disagree
I keep kind;
Until I find
Where is my mind.

Nothing left behind
To take under guarantee
Did you see?

Help me find,
I lost my mind.

Lemon tree,
answer me
Where is my mind?

Aklım 5 karış havada...

"Gravity, stay the hell away from me!"- John Mayer

Sınav haftasında böyle bi durumda olmam hiç iyi değil hem de hiç!
İlk haftadan temiz 1lerle çıktım.
Biliyorum, toparlamalıyım kendimi ama olmuyor, olmuyoor!
Beni bu güzel havalar mahvetti... Hemde çok fena.
Dışarı çıkmak istiyorum, ama çıkarsam yaşayacağım pişmanlığı düşünüp vaz geçiyorum.
Kitaplarımı açıyorum, kendimi zorla önüne oturtturuyorum. Pencereden yansıyan güneş ışığı, öten kuşlar falan hepsi senkronize olmuş gibiler...
Gözüm dışarıda, öyle dalıp gidiyorum...
Uyanıyorum. Saat 8'e 10 var.
Eee yemek saatine gelmiş zaten; en iyisi kalkıp yemek yemek diyorum.
Yemek sonrası yine başındayım derslerin. Ya da blogun mu desem, hiç yalan söylemeden.
Her koyun kendi bacağından asılır madem. Bunların acısı çıkacak bi şekilde ama hadi bakalım!

Yarın Geometri,
Perşembe Tarih,
Cuma Sosyoloji.
(kısa bi haftasonu bi zahmet!)
Pazartesi İnkılap. . .

çok korkunç...

Ouch! A paper cut.

A drop of blood

Stood out

On a paper 

Blank.

Ouch!

It hurts so much

And I lost trust 

On the things suddenly frost

A drop of blood

Drags through the mud

While, tearing down

My smile to a frown

Ouch!

Aching, only when I touch

You know as such;

Paper cuts hurt so much

Whenever I touch

I shout:
Ouch!

Nobody knows where they might end up
Nobody knows...
Nobody knows where they might wake up
Nobody knows...

Lomo Love!

Can't concentrate on the things that I should.
Instead, my new Lomography Diana F+ is in my hands and I'm taking photos randomly. Can't drop it off.
I think, I feel in love with my new camera.


Wish me luck so I'll over come these 3 weeks in front of me safely and happily; because I'm entering to the second exam week of this semester.

See youuu!

Why so serious?

Yeah, I know that we -womans- are not the simplest creatures in the world. But no need to take it so seriously as it was a complex problem. At least it's not monotone like your system of living, feeling and every other thing; it has a lot of different possibilities.
I ask once again after Joker: " Why so serious? "