Who would ever want to be normal?

I just wanna share the advertisement that inspires me the most.  Why should I want to be normal after all of this? :)

"Normal is regular. Average. Medium. Normal is safe, familiar, warm and comfortable."

However,

"Normal isn't great. Normal isn't fantastic. Normal can never be amazing."

So,

NOT
NOR
MAL

Let's go crazy people! :)

Daha çok sevdikçe daha az sevmek..

Bugünlerde büyüdüğümü, sıradanlaştığımı yoğun bir şekilde hissetmeye başladım. Neden mi? Çünkü büyümek bizi herkes gibi yapıyor, sıradanlaştırıyor, daha az sevmeye itiyor. Günlük stresler, işe git, eve git, spora git, git de git bitmiyor. Hep bir korku, hep bir hayata yetişme stresi. Peki bu sırada beni ben yapan renkler noldu? Sararıp solmakta onlar da gün geçtikçe.

Daha sonra birisi geliyor hayatına, solan bütün çiçekler tekrar açıyor, hayat renkleniyor. Soğuk bir kış gününde güneşli günler yaşamak neyi ifade ediyorsa, onu yaşadığını zannediyorsun. Çok sevmek istiyoruz, hep onu, en çok onu sevelim ama sonuç hep hüsran, hep hayal kırıklığı. Daha çok sevmek istedikçe hep daha çok kırılıyoruz. Daha çok kırıldıkça da daha az sevmek istiyoruz. Yani daha çok sevdikçe aslında bir bakıma daha az seviyoruz. Bir de bakmışız ki paramparça olmuş ruhumuz kalbimiz, inancımızdan bir parça daha götürerek. 

Ya sonra..Bir de bakmışız ki kapkalın duvarlar örmüşüz, örmüşüm. Sürekli bir kendini koruma çabası, belki de aptalca, belki de gurur yapmak ne derseniz işte..Peki bu duvarlar bir işe yarıyor mu? Bir de bakmışım yine dağılmışım, yine hayallerimden bir parça daha eksilmiş. Belki de ellerimi ısıtan bir şey olmadığı sürece daha da  soğuk, kalın duvarlar örüyorum. 

Canı isteyince gelecekse, seni bir yedek kredi olarak görüyorsa gelmesin zaten çok sevmek istediğimiz kişi. Kapıma içinden gelip bir çiçek kapıp gelmeyecekse, bütünüyle sevmeyecekse, öpüşü, sarılmasıyla geride kalan diğer bütün insanlara benzeyeceksek, hemen başka gülüşlere, bakışlara kaçacaksak da gelmesin. 

Hayatı kalın duvarların arkasından yalnızca seyretmemek lazım..Ama hayatı aşkla yaşamak, onunla kaybolmak ise apayrı.

The Wind of Change

I just realized that I haven't written anything since I came from Scotland. A lot happened since then. Some of these situations still make me think about life and what they brought to my life and how they changed the way I live and think surprisingly as the time passes. From now on I will try to tell you what is different in my life as much as I can...night night xxx

I also want to share this song which inspired me to put the title of this script :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4RjJKxsamQ

I ate his heart!

Last night, while I was hanging around with my friends in our kitchen, a story came up because I ate a heart-shaped biscuit that my friend Sanjay gave. Then he told me this quite interesting story which is from a graphic novel based on the old "Commedia dell'arte" and Harlequin Pantomime and was written by Neil Gaiman. The story takes place on February 14 and because of St. Valentine's Day, it is some kinda romantic story but not the ordinary one. The Harlequin gave his heart to Missy by pinning his heart to Missy's door because he is deeply in love with Missy. Missy found his heart and tries to find whose heart it is. At the same time, Harlequin always follows her and observes every move of Missy. Missy goes to a restaurant and orders something to eat. Then she put Harlequin's heart to her plate and starts to eat his heart. After she finished eating, she can see Harlequin now. This situation have never happened to Harlequin before since women that he gave his heart to never tries to eat his heart. After this, they changed their places and Missy became new Harlequin and in his rest of life, Harlequin remained an ordinary man. This was the overview of the story. I am sure you will find some deep and much more things when you read this book. I don't wanna destroy all of the charm of this comics book about hopeless love.

And lastly : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mP2srT6hh2Y ( another story about eating a heart :p )

The Fear of Giving Up

Yesterday, I realized that I have a weird problem. It is hard to explain it though. Let me start this way: I want sth sooo much and somehow I get what I want. After a while, I feel bored of this thing and this boredom affects my whole mood and attitude towards this object. I face this issue even if these objects are some people. Sometimes, I am really bored of the same conversations and people. I just wanna give up talking and I don't want them anymore. I don't know what to do. Most probably, I wrote this since I miss my family and friends so much right now or I am doing one of the most boring assessments which is about PHP and MySQL :p

Happy Birthday to Me :D

Today started like a normal day. I slept until midday as usual and had a good breakfast :D Then as it was planned, we went to Starbucks where weird things happened :D A random guy just came near to us and wanted to be in the picture that we were about to take :D Sometimes I can't understand Scottish guys :D It was fun though. :D After that, we went a cosy place which is called Little John Restaurant. We had such a great dinner with discount :p To fulfill the tradition of birthday, I bought a cake from the co-operative foods but it was the worst bday cake ever :p

My bday cake!

P.S: Yeah, it snowed again :/

Weird guy!!

Love u!!! :)