Friday.

Walking around İstanbul has always been a joy for me. Yesterday it was even more of a joy cause i had a purpose doing that. A close friend and i hopped on to a bus from Etiler and got off from the tram at Sirkeci. The aim was to buy an old full-mechanic camera, and we found a 25-year old one for a fair price. here it is:

So after finding what we wanted remembering that we are in a good area to take photos, we started walking around the golden horn. We loaded some black&white film and started climbing the hill towards the Galata Tower. The idea was to go to the top of the tower and picture the beautiful view from there.

On the way up, being very tired and cold, we decided to give a break and drink somethin warm and just the moment we were talkin about that the lovely Molly's Café blinked us. We entered with some doubts on our minds, at least i did. But as soon as we met Molly - a canadian lady who is in İstanbul for 8 years - and her decent latte it became my favorite place in town. The café is like a living room it has couches and sofas which make inside very cosy. I haven't taste the food but i am sure it is great too. She also does events like poetry reading, film screening and world cuisines dinner parties, for example there is an Uzbek dinner party held tonight.

Molly and her café.

The conversation and the environment were so magnificent that we postponed the Galata Tower gig to another day. For more info about her and the café click here.

After coming home i was eager to go into bed right away but then i remembered that my friend Ari has her house-warming party at night. So i changed and went there with too little expectations but it turned out to be great. There were like ten different nationalities and that much different languages in the same house. After everyone got drunk and the crazy neighbor got more crazy i left and went to sleep after a very long and fine Friday.

Don't suffer, live Forever...

one.

" are you being realistic?

   non, i am a total dreamer! "

   

what would life OR world be like if people didnt have different view points. try to imagine everyone thinking, feeling and acting the same way in every single subject. think that everyone wanted a single type of system and everyone agreed on angelina is right and jennifer has the fault or everyone listened to country music and no other. people dressed the identical clothes, not for they couldnt make varieties but that they all like the same type of appearance. 

if people were one there would be no disputes, even wars.

i wouldnt give up mine or any others' uniqueness for anything. 

" ok. you have to stop there, 

   cause i hate dreamers.      "               

inspired by: 'one vision, Queen'

luck

okey, this night was amazing.

never could believe without seeing with my own eyes that a white german kid can do such great reggae. he is a student in my school called joseph, the only thing i could learn about him is his name and he is a history grad student, which is a kinda lame but he is Great on stage. 

the whole night was kind of an illusion, today in the afternoon a friend and i went to see a movie, that was it, we were gonna return afterwards, apparently a bigger source of power influenced us to stay in taxim. so we had dinner in mcdonalds then went to kafe"ara", which makes the best cafe au lait, while we were thinking to call it a night friends called and they invited us to kafepi lounge in asmalimescit. so we went there and three other places... but

the most remarkable event of the night was that alternative reggaish group we watched and danced at Dogzstar. i dont know if they are gonna perform ever again but it is strictly recommended not to skip it. 

so yeah, it was an amazing night and it is unbelievable that we didnt spend so much on it. sometimes people get lucky.

instant

" what is that on the floor?

   those, they are just my thoughts in red "

he fainted as he was saying his last words. he never woke up. those thoughts were two drops of blood from his nose. he was always sarcastic about things, but this, his death. i am sure he liked the way he passed away. he must be proud of what he said, and thinking that people are going to remember him that way. even he couldn't recall anything from his life, from all those years the only thing in his mind is that last moment of his. 

"daddy, those are not thoughts, 

  you are bleeding. "

dual.

         double the pleasure.

stop

people tend to classify things. some just categorize little things, they organize their socks according to their size, color and arrange them in an order that they are gonna wear in different days of the week, or others differentiate the scents they use into different types of weather or event as sunny, rainy, formal or everyday. 

since i live in a university district and everyone kinda knows each other from somewhere i felt the need of inventing a method to classify people and how i greet them. there are basically three groups of people to me; the ones that i ignore, the ones i stop walking and have a little conversation with, and the ones that i nod and say "wassup" to while walking and not wait the answer back. 

of course there are sub-groups to these people, there are different ways of ignoring i use for different characters, if this person i am ignoring is into music or kinda intellectual i fake reading or act like i am sucked into my earphones while i pass them by. if they are whom i call "social butterflies" i pretend talking on the phone or if i am with someone, i fake having a great fun and find myself talking about a party that i made up just that actual moment. 

i did exaggerate a little but yeah thats what i do and the ones i stop and really talk with are the ones i really like having around. 

and i do stop a lot.

sub-conscious.

" so what do you think about rehab?

   umm,, rehab is for quitters.          "

a guy in a middle age crisis and a cheap whore were just chattering like this in a creepy bar. the guy was in the denial period of his father passing away recently and the whore, well she was just trying to make some cash. 

" i never payed for sex in my life you know.

   yeah, no one did.                                          "

they kept going on about how life was sucked for both of them, literally the guy was thinking if his dad was having a good time in hell and the whore was wondering the size of his dick. 

escape.

sometimes people take stuff for granted. 

that is what i did with everything in my life, my family, friends, room, laptop, cellphone, clothes, scent.. than i realized that non of them really belong to me, at one time they will all go away, even my body will leave me. the thing is i really didnt see this comin before i was in the bathroom pooping earlier today, it is funny how some grand thoughts and big revolutions start in the oddest places. after i flushed the toilet i was a different person knowing that "this", my whole life, is an illusion. i am writing a new chapter to a fiction novel every single second. this all is my imagination, the letters in the keyboard, the screen i look at, the popping icon in my dock, i am making up all of them. they all are in my head trying to escape but cannot decide whether to use the door or the window.