En çok sana özür borcum. Belki bir gün affedersin. O zamana kadar devam, uyumsuz bulut olmaya.

Gökyüzündeki yerimi yadırgamaya. Oraya bantla tutturulmuş gibi, ineceğim anın korkusunu yaşamaya. Bazen de sırtımı güneşe verip gölgemi yeryüzüne düşürmeye. Sonra da kendi karaltıma bakıp anlamaya, aslında bir şeye benzemediğimi.

Annem ve babam gibi uyumsuz bir bulut... Yoğunlaşmış gözyaşı kütlesi.

Her an elektriğe dönüşebilecek bir ebr-i baran ya da her yeni güne hüzünler taşıyan bir ebr-i seher... Belki bir gün yerimi bulurum diye bu dünyanın üstünde uçuyor, uçuyorum.

♥

Scrapbook '09 updated.

Among all the sucky books I've read this year, this was the most disappointing. Great concept, but I have a feeling most of the authors accepted to submit a story just to make the editor of the book happy, and they didn't really wanna write them. OR they don't really have any good embarrassing stories to tell, which I don't believe can be true.

P.S. Mursday post here.

365.14: 6am cuddling sessions with Sally.
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Has anyone read The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma? I'm halfway through the book, and I'm wondering if it gets any better later because I'm bored to death with it. ETA: Never mind. I just finished it and wasted 2 precious hours of my life.

My office is moving to a difference location, so we've been packing boxes and sorting stuff out all day. I feel like it's time wasted because I could get so much writing done within that time, yet I refuse to bring it home and work on it here because even though my life is lame, I seem to have no time for myself.


Reminder: MURSDAY REVOLUTION (thanks to vaisselle for coming with a name for it) starts this Thursday, so start thinking about what songs will be in your mixtape.

Added to Scrapbook '09.

I believe that for someone my age, I've read my fair share of teen fiction and watched my fair share of young adult aimed TV shows and movies. While I enjoy most of them, I can't relate to them too much because things were quite different when I was their age. This book was different, though, because even though it was set in Chicago and in the suburbs, everything I remembered and struggled with coming of age in the 90's was in there. Because of that, it was very very close to my heart.

( Possible spoilers )

This was the first book I've read by Kuehnert, and I cannot wait to read her first one, I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone. That's a coming-of-age tale as well, so I think I'll have to read something else in between.

( 365.13 )

• I'm having a love&hate relationship with Stephanie Kuehnert's Ballads of Suburbia. I've never lived in the suburbs, but I'm finding out that they're no different than city ballads, and some parts make me cringe because they remind me so much of my youth-- like the cutting and the drugs and the heartaches... Plus, she has quotes from kickass songs at the beginning of every part of the book, and the Tori Amos one killed me: "She's been everybody else's girl; Maybe one day she'll be her own." I wish I wasn't so damn tired all the time so I could read more than one chapter every night, but that's not very likely lately.
• I'm getting sick of writing in bullets, but that's all I can do for now.
• I've just noticed that some episodes of Six Feet Under are directed by Rodrigo Garcia. This made me SQUEEEEEEEEEE big time 'cos how awesome is that?
• I've always been pretty poor, but never in debt. Now that's happened, too. Sad, sad... I was actually expecting a phone call or something from my bank because I max'd it the second day I had it. It's for a good cause, though. Those of you who know, know.
• I have to get up earlier than I normally do tomorrow because 0oangelface24o0 was nice enough to let me mail the knitting needles to her, and I need to Western Union the shipping money to her. Thank goodness there's a currency exchange office right by the bank, and I don't have to travel extra for that.

I'm thinking we should start Music Thursdays and share mixtapes (well, mix zip files, really) of songs we've been obsessed with that week. 'cos Thursday is such a stupid, unnecessary day. Who's in?

Stolen from withered_petals: ( Book meme )

I'm all upset about not making it to the show, so I ended up putting on Placebo, replaying the shows I've been to and pigging out on a pack of chips. And I don't even regret it because it felt fucking good, so did thepriestkitten's texts.


I've finally finished watching this. The only time I had was when I went to bed, and I always ended up passing out. Not tonight, though. I enjoyed it quite a lot, probably because I love Jane Austen. The cast was pretty amazing, too except for Anne Hathaway as Jane. She's always bored me, and I hated her portraying a brilliant writer. Oh, and, James McAvoy still doesn't do anything for me, but I won't deny that he's good at what he does.

Then, I've finished reading Augusten Burroughs's DRY-- I only had the last 50 pages to read, and it took me a god damn week to do that, which is rather depressing. He took something so common and boring and made it very funny and enjoyable to read. I love this guy. And I need to get the rest of his books, which I plan to do when I get the ticket-refund money.

Now I don't know what to read rest even though I have quite a few books waiting. Still, if any of you would like to recommend anything, I'm always looking for new stuff to read.

Lastly, Scrapbook 2009 has been updated.

Scrapbook '09 updated.

This would be the cutest book ever if it weren't so bittersweet. Maybe it affected me a lot more than it would because I know a 10-year-old boy like Christopher.

A lot has been happening this past few days, but I don't think any of it is worth mentioning. The one thing is that I somehow pulled a muscle in my leg in my sleep last night, and now I'm walking around like The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I hope it goes away soon 'cos I was planning to go out tonight and get drunk.

Added to Scrapbook '09

I've been having to get so much reading done for work lately that it took me about 3 weeks to get to 1/3 way through this book. I had like 100 more pages to go, so as soon as I came home from work today, I sat on the damn toilet and didn't come out until I read the very last sentence. My ass hurts, but it was so worth it.





P.S. This site is ridiculous. Gotta love GMail's random links.