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COOL SHIT BRO.&lt;br /&gt;anyways a little summary of the last weeks,&lt;br /&gt;you know i've been so busy with my finals, sorry for not posting much.&lt;br /&gt;well the result is, if i didnt get a fucking 46 from sps final, i could have an A from that, but eh, without any As, this term is completed with a 2.12 GPA.&lt;br /&gt;now im talking like im on drugs by saying "oh man i can take the ns class again in summer school, just to get the GPA higher you know" but ofc we don't know if my scared little ass would dare to that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the finals finishing, it was a great relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;i went to sweden right after to my little chrisse. and also visited malin at karlstad as well. some new stuff i tried from this vacation, is glögg, a traditional drink that they get in christmas usually, which has wine and some other drinks too in it, and kinda spicy, cinnamon and such, but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in karlstad, i've seen -17 degrees, was almost gonna lose my fingers, since i was smoking without a glove. god. couldnt feel my damn fingers for half an hour, dammit. it was really painful, but eh, THATS SWEDEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've gone out all together with guys, tuttis linisen malin hanna henrik fredrik and my little chrisse. it was cool actually. tuttis and lina will come to turkey by 10th of feb, to stay at my place ^^ so we ain't done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had princesstårta (princesscake as its called) for my 1 year anniversary. and made some folk try turkish coffee.. they generally liked it :)&lt;br /&gt;chrisse got me a little necklace with a bunny and a heart, its lovely ^^ and i got him a watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I GOT NEW KENT POSTERS! LIKE FUCKING ORIGINAL! cant wait to get them framed and hang on my wall ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a bottle of jack daniels and CHIVASREGAL from duty free^^ i'll be tryin to finish them next week with friends or something : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm what else lets see... bought new 5 xbox games. bought some new necklaces. ate a lot of chips and coke. im fat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all it was so fun, i feel like i should have taken it a little bit longer, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some photos from swe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be writing more later : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TUrPksIzRaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gY3hwLeNbpM/s1600/180359_10150127357891255_631601254_7737197_7410248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TTF5JiVrYtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ns5xRoSMgBU/s400/asdfasdf__by_echotr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562360219522786002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 37, 39); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'andale mono', times; font-size: large; "&gt;My Dearest; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times; font-size: large; color: rgb(34, 37, 39); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're no longer with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times; font-size: large; color: rgb(34, 37, 39); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And If you were, You'd be 21 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times; font-size: large; color: rgb(34, 37, 39); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glad you were born..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(34, 37, 39); font-family: 'andale mono', times; font-size: large; "&gt;Happy birthday&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204); "&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Du är min hjälte för du vågar vara rak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Du är min hjälte för du är precis så svag som jag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kom och hjälp mig jag behöver dig igen igen igen.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2812820475783877488?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2812820475783877488/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2812820475783877488' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2812820475783877488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2812820475783877488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-dearest-youre-no-longer-with-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TTF5JiVrYtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ns5xRoSMgBU/s72-c/asdfasdf__by_echotr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6542824540032026597</id><published>2011-01-10T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:40:55.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fizik Defterimden Notlar #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;koskoca adamlara neler demişsin demeyin, başka türlü akılda kalmıyor...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-18 yy sonları: KIMYA STAYLA!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dalton "atom dokusunun kimyasal bileşimlerin formüllerinde gelen tuhaf düzenleri açıklarım ben HACITOS!" dedi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dalton molekülü tanımlamış; "hacıtos, atom elementin en göççüğü. molekül kimyasal bileşimin en göççüğü. AMIKZOR" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cannizzaro (italyançükübik) "Gerçek atom ağırlıklarını ben bildim! EN BIRINCI BEN OLDUM" diyip bunları yayınlamış (Eyvoli?) / "Risorgimento" - kitabı falansmış.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rabırt Hooke;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"outward pressure exerted by a gas on the walls of its container  might originate in a hail of atoms ...." falan diyerek beni depresyona sürükledi. ama +rep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Francis Bacon aynı TBMM milletvekilleri gibi bir çıkış yaparak "ısı mikroskopik bi hareket, ben bunu gablettim" demiş ve ekşide bakınız vermiş; (bkz joule)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-clausius amcam absolute zeroyu molekül KE ölçütü olarak almış. (hmm?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-yine clausius amcam average valuedan bahsetmis. Maxwell, boltzmann ve gibbs de "adam haklı beyler" demis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wilhelm Östwald (kimya babası) (defterimde bi dede karikatürü var ve böylemis yazıyo siz kendi gözünüzde canlandırın)  "atomism as an extention of energy concept"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-koskoca adamlar bi avagadro sayısına karar verememisler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Einstein reyiz büyük moleküllerin difuzyonu tezini sunmuş. ( bide brownian motion diye bisey yapmıs ve benim anladıgım eti brownieyi bambaska bi boyuta sokmus. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rabırt Brown polen alerjim var polenlerde öyle lan diyo. Einstein reyiz deneyi basıyo, averaj alak kanka diyo, sonra gençlerin önünü açıyo. östwald babanın yalakasıymıs einstein reyiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-avagadroda hele sükür karar kılıyolar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ceyceytampsın radyo aktiviteyi bulmus. röntgenciligi kesfetmis apaçi. uranyumu bulmus para bok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Soddy &amp;amp; Rutherford AGA atomdan enerji demis, "transformation of one kind of atom into another"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Einstein reyiz brownian motionla atom şüphelerine noktayı koymuş. helal karşim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6542824540032026597?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6542824540032026597/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6542824540032026597' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6542824540032026597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6542824540032026597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2011/01/fizik-defterimden-notlar-1.html' title='Fizik Defterimden Notlar #1'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-1499835394283299870</id><published>2011-01-09T05:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T05:18:04.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lan archive gelmişti türkiyeye.&lt;div&gt;geçen ay falan hatta. öyle bişey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;biz niye gitmediydik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salak mıydık biz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anlamadım ben bu işi kanka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-1499835394283299870?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/1499835394283299870/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=1499835394283299870' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1499835394283299870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1499835394283299870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2011/01/lan-archive-gelmisti-turkiyeye.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2191545396929824184</id><published>2011-01-09T04:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T04:47:07.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna write a long stress out entry after a long while.&lt;div&gt;Listening to: Archive - Taste of blood   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking: Coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other: Smoking like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I woke up to this depressed and desperate world. and no It's not my fault that I got a bit depressed today, i have acceptable reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess 2011 wasn't better for anyone. oh right i havent written anything about the new year and such before right, happy new year then, if its gonna be happy for you, but it started pretty much destructive on my side. Well actually not my but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways I explain everything now. people around me, for some reason, something happened to all of them at the same time. like a friend lost her dad, a friend broke up with his girlfriend, a friend couldnt even go that far, another friend is in coma. like SERIOUSLY WHAT IS HAPPENING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday the number of people coming to me to talk and share some of their problems  are increasing. not that i complain about that, but its just... right now i cant find anyone happy around me almost. I also feel kinda trapped in the same depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but too bad that I cant feel that kinda depressions anymore. has to be really something rather than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the other hand, finals are approaching, like everythings so stressing at the moment, in aspects of school, friends, money etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im counting days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in 11 I'll be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this entry will be continued in slow motion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2191545396929824184?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2191545396929824184/comments/default' title='Kayıt 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6541000148688230084</id><published>2011-01-08T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T06:33:02.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And honey&lt;br /&gt;All the movements you're starting to make&lt;br /&gt;See me crumble and fall on my face&lt;br /&gt;And I know the mistakes that I made&lt;br /&gt;See it all disappear without a trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;And they call as they beckon you on&lt;br /&gt;They said start as you mean to go on&lt;br /&gt;As you mean to go on, as you mean to go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wb_7C1vMpRQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-5276066913099341510</id><published>2011-01-02T02:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:09:39.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A week of freedom,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunday&lt;/b&gt;, after several hours of homework, found myself at my friends place drinking on, gotta relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday&lt;/b&gt;, finishing the sps paper made me gain my freedom for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tuesday&lt;/b&gt;, going back to school though not taking the classes, drinking at the dorm room with friends, vodka has a magical effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wednesday&lt;/b&gt;, the school party thing, a damn tiring night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thursday&lt;/b&gt;, got sick after the party, bad coughing, coming back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt;, new year party, everything awesome except that a bottle of gin is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday&lt;/b&gt;, guitar hero night after family dinner out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunday&lt;/b&gt;, going for chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-5276066913099341510?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/5276066913099341510/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=5276066913099341510' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TRzqXX7spwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jDgjGhLqdxA/s72-c/163628_10150159302673569_794108568_8037247_3907731_nasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-1733133648451155572</id><published>2010-12-26T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T05:15:49.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I laughed pretty hard.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TRc_9POlZgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lQnyGPO-4TI/s1600/47654_478007462838_638802838_5743311_1579297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TRc_9POlZgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lQnyGPO-4TI/s400/47654_478007462838_638802838_5743311_1579297_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" 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Fire'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Wd0Y1Sko7hA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2681636874572080481</id><published>2010-12-23T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T02:57:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TRMo4gk8Q-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/VxEEHVCLBDQ/s1600/hadouken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TRMo4gk8Q-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/VxEEHVCLBDQ/s400/hadouken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553827716760617954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys and girls&lt;br /&gt;today i welcome you into the new rave &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;starring; &lt;b&gt;Hadouken! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this shit i knew before but never really got into them for some reason. but then it all happened when i was stuck to the &lt;b&gt;kitsuné compilation 4 &lt;/b&gt;album with their &lt;a href="http://fizy.com/#s/1m0cfk"&gt;"tuning-in"[H! re-rub]&lt;/a&gt;. Well the original is pretty good as well, i just love the part where he says "and shes studying maaaaaaths. and her favourite color is blaaaack" with a totally bored sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well James got a cool accent i think, but besides the accent, he got really great ideas with his music there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for starters, I recommend &lt;a href="http://fizy.com/#s/1nni4r"&gt;M.A.D&lt;/a&gt;. coz that was the first song i heard of em and its damn great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you can also check &lt;a href="http://fizy.com/#s/1mvolh"&gt;that boy- that girl.&lt;/a&gt; and ofc, &lt;a href="http://fizy.com/#s/1lvk4o"&gt;tuning-in&lt;/a&gt;(original, and for the remix link is given above).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i digged into their official website and found this fun  interview where James talks bout his Thundercats movie idea and all, they aint sound like a famous band at all, they got this "uh we're just like you" thing going on, which i like a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea there im gonna post the interview as well. you can click &lt;a href="http://www.popjustice.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1197&amp;amp;Itemid=9"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and u got it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2681636874572080481?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2681636874572080481/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2681636874572080481' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-3253608403165895702</id><published>2010-12-21T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:51:55.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TRDaw1wxI5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/-TMOUuLSx6s/s1600/photocabine%2B%25286%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TRDaw1wxI5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/-TMOUuLSx6s/s400/photocabine%2B%25286%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553178873148023698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hallos!&lt;div&gt;As from the picture, I love Melodi &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more about the blog, I know I've been lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there are loooootsa stuff to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like i go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i come back later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heheh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-3253608403165895702?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/3253608403165895702/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=3253608403165895702' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3253608403165895702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3253608403165895702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XvyMG0z0FZY?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quelqu'un m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;serais ce possible alors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4496085860097110117?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4496085860097110117/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4496085860097110117' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4496085860097110117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TQlnSru0JBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LnKTh8zSgaw/s1600/kent%2Bmax500cut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TQlnSru0JBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LnKTh8zSgaw/s400/kent%2Bmax500cut1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551081586385232914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(34, 37, 39); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Det finns små trick som får folk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;color: rgb(34, 37, 39); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;att ge dig mer än du är värd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-8896547826147964731?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/8896547826147964731/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=8896547826147964731' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/8896547826147964731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/8896547826147964731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/12/christina-aguilera-you-lost-me.html' title='Christina Aguilera - You Lost Me'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WOKI_tIBWVI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-5867865176664351161</id><published>2010-12-13T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:52:44.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles - Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/68hl3api79w?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Half of what I say is meaningless,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;but I say it just to reach you, Julia..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-5867865176664351161?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/5867865176664351161/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=5867865176664351161' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5867865176664351161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gitti.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Bavulunu çantasını toplayıp koşarak çıktı, bir daha dönmemek üzere.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Gitti, ama saçları kaldı burda. Elleri kaldı yüzümde. Dudakları kaldı, heryerde.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Gitti ama bilemedim peşinden gitmeyi. Ben, herzaman ki ben, bakakaldım gidenlerin ardından.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Biraz üzüldüm belki, içimde bir mutfak raflarının hepsi bir anda yerle bir olmuş gibi kırık cam parçaları. Üzüldüm biraz ama, söylemeye dilim varmadı.Nedense hep bu gidişler, hep gidişler bir sayfa kopardı defterimden. Ne gelişlere yazabildim, ne birlikteliklere. Hep gidişlere gitti benim satırlarım. Çünkü gidişlerde olur bir tek vücudumun buz kesilip kala kalması, dudaklarımın bıçak açmazcasına sessizliğe gömülmesi. Bi tek ordan bilirim bu duyguyu ki; özlem gidişte gelir.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Ve o giderken, aklıma henüz o gitmemişken çizdiğim tonlarca gidiş sahnesi geldi. Bazısında ağlıyordum, bazısında ağlamaya bile cesaret bulamadım. Gidebileceğini düşünmeme rağmen, gittiğini anlayamadım. Aylar sürdü kabullenmem belki, hala kabullenemedim. Gitti derken, sanki hala burdaymış, geri gelecekmiş gibi bekledim. Aklımda dumanlı düşünceler, yalnızlığıma alışamadım. Her geleni büyük hoşgeldinizlerle karşıladım ama gidenlere bir Hoşça kal bile diyemedim. Çünkü böyle keskin bir ilişkim oldu gidişlerle, gidenlerin de bana Bir şey demeden çekip gitmesindendir. Üç yıl önceden bir sahne aklımda, sanki tozlu raflardan çıkarılan bir kitap gibi, sanki yıllardır dinlenmemiş bir plak gibi, yağmurlu bir gecede sokakta yürüyoruz. Aslında ne var ki, sokakta yürüyoruz işte. Aynı yağmurlu gecede aynı sokakta yürümüş olan yüzlerce diğer insan gibi. Ama öyle değil. Sanki başka Bir şey var, üşümemiz dışında. Gözle görülmeyecek kadar ince ve saydam bir imza, o anın kırılacak kimselerin hayatındaki yerimi anlatan. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Kırılan insanlar, camdan, porselenden, seramik insanlar. Plastik olmak duygusuzluk olabilir, belki de oldukça kalitesiz de olabilir, ama camdan insanlar... camdan insanlar çok saydamlar. Belki de bu yüzden kırılıyorlar. Camdan insanların içleri, camdan dünyaları, camdan kuleleri, bir gidişle, o tek bir adımla, yerle bir oluyor. Sanki tüm kulelere, tüm binalara, tüm bahçelere bir balta inmiş gibi. Oysa ki benim yalnızca şekilleri bozuk plastik kulelerim var. Ancak artık gerçekten uzaklar. Veya yeni dünyanın ürünü modern mimariye uygunlar, henüz ben o kadar modern olamamışken.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Neyse, o da gitti iste bir gün. sisler içinde kayboluşlar hep beyaz oluyor, bembeyaz bir bulut gibi. Direttim gitmediğini, aslında gitmedi dedim, gitmediğinden emindim. Sonra, ses kayıtlarını dinledim, fotoğraflara baktım, işte, işte burda. Gözleri hala burda, sesi bu duvarlarda.. dedim. Belki bir adım atsam, bir adım da o atar, geri dönebiliriz.. dedim.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Belki de hepsini boşa söyledim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Det är bara ett av tusentals&lt;br /&gt;Ett av tusentals&lt;br /&gt;Ett av tusentals sätt&lt;br /&gt;att se igenom dig&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-9024997704908548892?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/9024997704908548892/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=9024997704908548892' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/9024997704908548892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/9024997704908548892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/12/ve-birden-gitti.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2606811104456028330</id><published>2010-12-13T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T04:22:33.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TQYP3-1DCHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XTqPXln5u2c/s1600/Invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TQYP3-1DCHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XTqPXln5u2c/s400/Invitation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550141045213431922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOOMGGGG WEEEEEEEEEEE ^^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS OFFICIAL NOW!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2606811104456028330?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2606811104456028330/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2606811104456028330' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2606811104456028330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2606811104456028330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/12/ooomgggg-weeeeeeeeeee-its-official-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TQYP3-1DCHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XTqPXln5u2c/s72-c/Invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2729032805383299394</id><published>2010-12-12T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T03:43:25.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellos after a tiring week,&lt;div&gt;got 3 presentations and a midterm this week so it was kinda hard to find time to blog around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but here i am, on a sunday -as always- writing a new entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luckily this week we aint got much, so its going to be relaxing and drinking mostly at the dorm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides the casual talk, i'd like to share something this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately, It's been kinda tough for me. in what way, that is the question actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I can really see that I'm so incredibly stressed about something lately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I bite my lips, and I get stomachaches for nothing, and headaches. even causing physical pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I casually cry for nothing, but its kinda hard to hold back and stop.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet I still don't know whats all these about. It really bothers me to be honest. If I knew the problem, I could try to solve it (which in my case is "i dont give a shit" method, If something is bothering, then its deleted) but I dont even know what really bothers me. I tried to look closer to the subjects. like friendships, relationships, school, money, dorm life and all that. but I don't see any problems with anything. theres nothing that sticks out that I can say "oh Its that!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways, just wanted to share. Its been killing me lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, back to the casual, since I'm using spotify and not really downloading any music to my computer (don't like everything taking space you know), I downloaded something for the first time on this computer now. Which is the beatles discography, since spotify doesn't have the beatles but they got a cover band called studio 99, they're fine but they ain't the beatles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea well, I got the whole discography now, and as a true beatles fan, I'm so excited. Coz I guess they got like 42 albums or smth (am i rite? ) and ofc I don't really know ALL of the songs. So I'm discovering some new stuff and all, I really like it &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a song that I used to know earlier before downloading the discography but got stuck to it after the discography,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5otQQ-nOE1A?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my last words for this entry will be about christmas. I know its totally about consuming and all, but I wish we had christmas as well. I just like that happy feeling and excitement that almost everyone has for christmas. and I wanna have christmas ham too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways for my friends who have christmas, merry christmas. (yea there's still time but im already in the mood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy your sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2729032805383299394?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2729032805383299394/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2729032805383299394' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2729032805383299394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2729032805383299394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/12/hellos-after-tiring-week-got-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5otQQ-nOE1A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2713925344511379655</id><published>2010-12-09T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:03:02.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles - Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AVr_6kE1vio?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aah giiirl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2713925344511379655?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2713925344511379655/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2713925344511379655' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2713925344511379655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2713925344511379655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/12/beatles-girl.html' title='The Beatles - Girl'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AVr_6kE1vio/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-7788750255876468311</id><published>2010-12-09T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T04:19:18.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;what will I study? 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;la mousse au chocolat &lt;/span&gt;^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if there's something strange in the neighbourhood, who you gonna call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GHOOOSTBUSTEEEERS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-7641254031943811836?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I WANT THIS!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2089559753481577867?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2089559753481577867/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2089559753481577867' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2089559753481577867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2089559753481577867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-wrap-cat-for-christmas.html' 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auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TPbLJviP00I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hbCNur_qqOE/s400/500-Days-of-Summer-Drawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545843359392715586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Helloo!!&lt;div&gt;I know, after writing day by day, I've been a bit lazy for past couple days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But! I have my excuses! I really do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, i had midterms last week and im having midterms next week again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this is the only week im free and im trying to enjoy it as much as possible by going around to friends' rooms, playing games, watching videos and determining my own sleeptime ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh its such a big relief to know that i aint got any morning classes for tomorrow ^^ might even sleep till 3 if i want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right there!, now hold on a sec im going to get nesquick milk now. (tho I'd still like to believe its not nesquick, its O'boy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ok back now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well to make my purpose clear, I'd like to emphasize that I will be talking about movies, music and books in this entry. I've been drowning in a lot of great songs, lately. And I KNOW, I've been posting a lot of videos here and stuff, tonsa songs, but BELIEVE ME, its not even enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I'm going to start with the movie I just watched. Its "500 days of Summer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of you may know it, some of you might say "oh you just watched that NOW!? HAH!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yes, I JUST did. so, nothing about that -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Can and me were in this film-music store (D&amp;amp;R) and Can saw the movie, and said I really need to watch it, and its not like ordinary love stories. So since then I wanted to, and I just did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about the movie is... their soundtracks! I LOVED THE SOUNDTRACKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like they got belle&amp;amp;sebastian, the smiths, even wolfmother!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the part where Summer is singing &lt;a href="http://fizy.com/#s/195ohb"&gt;Nancy Sinatra - Sugar Town&lt;/a&gt;, Its just so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, the whole movie is cute. I love romantic comedies, yes I know sounds girly, but I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also have to mention that I laughed so hard to the part where Tom is having a nightmare in movie and they're speaking swedish and making the seventh seal :D also the part where the little girl says smth like "Lars from Norway. Brad Pitt face, Jesus' abs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They got "&lt;a href="http://fizy.com/#s/1lskr5"&gt;the boy with the arab strap&lt;/a&gt;" as the sountrack from belle and sebastian, I just listened to the band after a long time after I heard it in the movie.. Even though thats a pretty good song as well, My favourite would still be "&lt;a href="http://fizy.com/#s/1lxvv1"&gt;Dress up in you&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could have a second skin, I'd probably dress up in youuu^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy, I said books but now I noticed, I aint gonna say anything about them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz now i got today's highlight: REFRIGERATOR!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since the beginning of the semester, we tell eachother with my roommate that we will get a refrigerator in the room, but we're just too lazy... but now, its finally fixed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I CAN HAVE MILK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh right thats whats about drinking o'boy (nesquick but eh ignore me-.-) now^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for this entry, I'm really dyiiiiiing to attach a video or a song, but Im not going to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saving it for later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my famous last words will be;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I got some troubles but they won't last&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass&lt;br /&gt;And pretty soon all my troubles will pass&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo&lt;br /&gt;Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-3595535813243806935?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/3595535813243806935/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=3595535813243806935' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3595535813243806935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3595535813243806935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/12/helloo-i-know-after-writing-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TPbLJviP00I/AAAAAAAAAIk/hbCNur_qqOE/s72-c/500-Days-of-Summer-Drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-8457327325958040068</id><published>2010-11-29T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:47:52.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warp 7.7 (feat. 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Taking my Johnny Walker to dorm today ^^ this week im just gonna be free of all this midterm and assignment fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, &lt;a href="http://fizy.com/#s/1lrp67"&gt;todays song.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurr hurr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TPJEuQ6fzGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tkhV8MF-yFM/s1600/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TPJEuQ6fzGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tkhV8MF-yFM/s320/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544569652851493986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Please Donate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-730000210615540453?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/730000210615540453/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=730000210615540453' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/730000210615540453'/><link 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 478px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/39124085/Uffie+PNG+version.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early morning coffee&amp;amp;ciggs, going back in electroclash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fizy.com/#s/1ltm55"&gt;Its uffie uffie uffie of course.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6460244316135179347?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6460244316135179347/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6460244316135179347' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6460244316135179347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6460244316135179347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/early-morning-coffee-going-back-in_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-3744557971631153764</id><published>2010-11-25T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:48:28.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TO9mM_HeWpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ugAmUHeidBU/s1600/jockee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TO9mM_HeWpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ugAmUHeidBU/s400/jockee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543762039603616402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;got so bored in sps class, did this. bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-3744557971631153764?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/3744557971631153764/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=3744557971631153764' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3744557971631153764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3744557971631153764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/early-morning-coffee-going-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TO9mM_HeWpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ugAmUHeidBU/s72-c/jockee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-104137924333718604</id><published>2010-11-25T03:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:21:26.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/img/music2/Efterklang_Magic_Chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.brooklynvegan.com/img/music2/Efterklang_Magic_Chairs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can keep my head inside&lt;br /&gt;when the modern drift is all I have.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-104137924333718604?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/104137924333718604/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=104137924333718604' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/104137924333718604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/104137924333718604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-9159902607992200842</id><published>2010-11-25T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:44:38.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello guys and girls ^^&lt;div&gt;The sps exam sucked as expected, and now we're moving on to history exam which is tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up early today, had a vegetable dish after a long while, made me so happy,  and now enjoying my coffee while im writing these stuff to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this entry's highlight would be the &lt;b&gt;efterklang concert @ babylon&lt;/b&gt; this saturday.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;efterklang means "memory" in danish, and if you dont know you really gotta check this band out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really relaxing and they got beautiful melodies ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres the&lt;a href="http://www.biletix.com/event.htm?id=LBAN7"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; for the concert/the ticket company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, another band you may wanna check out would be &lt;b&gt;Malajube.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a french band and they got really fun tunes ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think im going to talk more about them some other time maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z0x6cxLoPmg?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;efterklang- modern drift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-9159902607992200842?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/9159902607992200842/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=9159902607992200842' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/9159902607992200842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/9159902607992200842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-guys-and-girls-sps-exam-sucked-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z0x6cxLoPmg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-4797223766294401406</id><published>2010-11-23T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:05:54.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well after all night staying up for sps tho doing really less,&lt;div&gt;I'd like to bring up the safety dance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today's highlight is coming from Scrubs;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7-bIhCBSrzU?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-S-A-A-F-F-E-E-T-T-Y-Y ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4797223766294401406?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4797223766294401406/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4797223766294401406' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4797223766294401406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4797223766294401406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-well-after-all-night-staying-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7-bIhCBSrzU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-8906607112016095753</id><published>2010-11-22T18:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:17:23.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After spending all night watching kent videos;&lt;div&gt;here some of my favourites that I'd like to share with you guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mEG4vMzvPUk?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Himmelsk Drog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jRFRNUEP-YM?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hjärta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7ziKTYUINWE?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MBnnDCBg5qM?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want blonde rockkid Jocke back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-8906607112016095753?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/8906607112016095753/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=8906607112016095753' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/8906607112016095753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/8906607112016095753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-spending-all-night-watching-kent.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mEG4vMzvPUk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-4690019915247471794</id><published>2010-11-22T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:36:17.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn TLL assignment..&lt;div&gt;bah I got a quotation for you guys from afroman;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;I was gonna go to class before I got high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high&lt;br /&gt;I am taking it next semester and I know why&lt;br /&gt;- cause I got high"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;dabarapraprabarap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4690019915247471794?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4690019915247471794/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4690019915247471794' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4690019915247471794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4690019915247471794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/damn-tll-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-5243577586789819350</id><published>2010-11-21T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:48:34.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oogletutorials.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/pun333-animated-snow-pass-snow-cover-tree1-thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 294px;" src="http://oogletutorials.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/pun333-animated-snow-pass-snow-cover-tree1-thumb.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good Morning : )&lt;div&gt;Its 07:42am and Naz is ready for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just took a shower, cleaned my skin, took my pills, brushed my teeth, had my cornflakes and now taking a morning smoke while the window is half open and the fresh cold morning air is coming through my room. Today the weather is a bit more colder than the past days, so It makes me happy. I really want it to snow soon... well I know that "soon" will take couple weeks probably since its still 10celcius degrees, but I will secretly continue hoping : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aanyways. welcoming the new day with "Fatboy - I break", I wanted to put a video/audio of the song on my blog but when i wrote fatboy, just fatboyslim came up, so i couldnt find it im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i have th spotify url if u'd like to check it out : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/4OS22kLHLgZLknp8syi2HR"&gt;Fatboy – I Break&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I feel like the little kids who wake up early on christmas morning : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just very refreshing somehow, even though i got bunch of homework and some studying to do today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I guess I'll do some reading now, found a cool story :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-5243577586789819350?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/5243577586789819350/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=5243577586789819350' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5243577586789819350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5243577586789819350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-morning-its-0742am-and-naz-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-1959789452709916048</id><published>2010-11-21T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:14:00.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walkmen - Blizzard of '96</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/azkaBIlbQbg?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kar yağsın dedirtecek kadar gerçekçi…"- dilara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Like It would snow just now and we'd wear our woolen gloves, and go tumble in it till our noses get red and our cheeks start to freeze..&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-1959789452709916048?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/1959789452709916048/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=1959789452709916048' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6495520284638290481</id><published>2010-11-21T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T05:44:14.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TOkh9bDhVBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VbWDVENJ_20/s1600/y4iozeenblqfbxvpcfync2hz5xdasghv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TOkh9bDhVBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VbWDVENJ_20/s320/y4iozeenblqfbxvpcfync2hz5xdasghv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541998155574367250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little House Of Savages : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6495520284638290481?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6495520284638290481/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6495520284638290481' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6495520284638290481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6495520284638290481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-house-of-savages.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TOkh9bDhVBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VbWDVENJ_20/s72-c/y4iozeenblqfbxvpcfync2hz5xdasghv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2622780844687105479</id><published>2010-11-21T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T02:07:28.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TOjvUSshpJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2bSEaqO8GZM/s1600/97705_1289368623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TOjvUSshpJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2bSEaqO8GZM/s320/97705_1289368623.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541942473374409874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello : )&lt;div&gt;Blogda yeni bi soluk yaratmaya karar verdim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(bkz dilaranın bloguna bakıp gaza gelmek)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neyse ben ingilizceyle devam edeyim ama;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends blog that u gotta check, (if you are turkish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since shes writing in turkish, but she really got some interesting stuff there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imissedtheglance.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://imissedtheglance.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up pretty early today, and need a good breakfast to chill my sunday morning ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roomie's still sleeping and im in my kent songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Maybe you've noticed the new design of the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, Its colorful : ) but eh i decided to take a break from the depressive sense of my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed the colors, the design and almost everything, and even the index i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So jealous of dilara's blog, i guess thats more like what i wanna do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posting pictures videos and stuff :  )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just.. rambling :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol no, not office quotes im sorry :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to do some studying today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is enough to be a morning entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Km9BxAE9apM"&gt;O&lt;/a&gt;h btw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You GOTTA listen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Km9BxAE9apM"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AaRON- U-turn(lili)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2622780844687105479?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2622780844687105479/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2622780844687105479' title='2 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2622780844687105479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2622780844687105479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-blogda-yeni-bi-soluk-yaratmaya.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TOjvUSshpJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2bSEaqO8GZM/s72-c/97705_1289368623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-336535209787636496</id><published>2010-11-17T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:41:26.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I do not wish to be known by my face;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; I wish to be known by my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-336535209787636496?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/336535209787636496/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=336535209787636496' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/336535209787636496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/336535209787636496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-do-not-wish-to-be-known-by-my-face-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-5624174612501318696</id><published>2010-11-17T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T02:23:10.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aE2eQCq7lXs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aE2eQCq7lXs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fåtöljen framför tv:n, där har jag mitt liv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mina blommor dom dör, jag är trött, trött och skör.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men jag kan vara stark, jag kan få allt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jag kan sprida färg, jag kan regera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men det blir nog en till kaffe och en cigarett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Såg ett program, om en fågel, som flugit fel inför vintern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Som väckte minnet av din rygg, den dan då jag själv gick fel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men jag kan vara stark, jag kan få allt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jag kan sprida färg, jag kan regera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Men det blir nog en till kaffe och en cigarett.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men jag kan vara stark, jag kan få allt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jag kan sprida färg, jag kan regera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men det blir nog en till kaffe och en cigarett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Men det blir nog en till kaffe och en cigarett&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-5624174612501318696?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/5624174612501318696/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=5624174612501318696' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5624174612501318696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5624174612501318696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-fatoljen-framfor-tvn-dar-har-jag-mitt.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-793460205201608016</id><published>2010-10-25T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:57:48.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know for sure&lt;div&gt;you left me here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw you leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a burden upon your shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw you frowning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your face falling apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you got lighter and lighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you approached to the skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a quiet world with dusty sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inhaled you like a breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you lost your innocence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the hands of sinners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they raped you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they ruined you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they touched you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they abused you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they destroyed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they stole you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story is undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am exposed to stay alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-793460205201608016?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/793460205201608016/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=793460205201608016' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/793460205201608016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/793460205201608016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-for-sure-you-left-me-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-4392928942507202067</id><published>2010-10-24T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T02:09:39.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TMPlcD8Sp7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ihHASUtrOxk/s1600/radiodeptimza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TMPlcD8Sp7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ihHASUtrOxk/s400/radiodeptimza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531517037598386098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TheRadioDept.&lt;/span&gt; concert the other night and met the band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome!  Here's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on top you see the bit of the signed ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for you Erkin ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TMPkvhF4qoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ibCcQTUDhHQ/s1600/71858_450124292838_638802838_5323635_6475032_n+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TMPkvhF4qoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ibCcQTUDhHQ/s400/71858_450124292838_638802838_5323635_6475032_n+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531516272329140866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4392928942507202067?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4392928942507202067/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4392928942507202067' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4392928942507202067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4392928942507202067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/10/went-to-theradiodept.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/TMPlcD8Sp7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ihHASUtrOxk/s72-c/radiodeptimza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-4999970819461611533</id><published>2010-08-28T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:56:21.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/THjeEkPyJtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VmFxZFkqRSg/s1600/15_46_by_nocturnalmorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/THjeEkPyJtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VmFxZFkqRSg/s400/15_46_by_nocturnalmorning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510398314118522578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have always loved this.&lt;br /&gt;15:46&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4999970819461611533?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4999970819461611533/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4999970819461611533' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4999970819461611533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4999970819461611533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/08/always-loved-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/THjeEkPyJtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VmFxZFkqRSg/s72-c/15_46_by_nocturnalmorning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6588910563591704314</id><published>2010-08-28T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T02:57:34.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="showContentTextHtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large; font-family: impact,chicago; color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Living in your head,&lt;br /&gt;without anything to numb you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: book antiqua,palatino; font-size: x-small;"&gt;this is the start of the rest of my life now.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up, I grew up in one night.&lt;br /&gt;tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It happened so quick that my mind failed to understand.&lt;br /&gt;I got sad tonight. I got so sad, because I don't have money to pay my bills,  I'm going through a financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;and now, I recall the moments, when I sat down like this in front of my computer, and listened songs like these, and told my friend that i was sad. Those moments.. were just so far away from maturity. Now when I look at myself, the reason of getting sad became the financial problems. No depression now, I do not get sad of friends or anything, I do not bother my mind about any other stupid stuff, to give me a reason to listen these songs.&lt;br /&gt;This is just.. wow. I grew up. In one night. I realized, that now I am in the grownups world, trying to pay  the bills, and now I do understand my mother. I understand, when she told me back in the time, "these are not serious stuff, it will go away. "&lt;br /&gt;I grew a total different perspective of life. Now I look at people with psychological problems, and I cant tell that I understand them anymore. I feel like I dont recognize the old me anymore. Yes, psychological problems can be serious. but look what they've done to me, I grew up. And I really don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like getting concerned by money problems. I dont like worrying my head about future. I realized one another thing that I am not so fond of alcohol anymore either. Living in my head, without anything to numb me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sitting, while my parents are away, and I didnt invite anyone to come over, where I had the perfect chance of giving a party on a saturday night, when the house is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all this mindfuck, I've decided, to get rid of the past.&lt;br /&gt;I have deleted my deviantart, sosyomat, myspace and formspring accounts. I have deleted 100 photos out of 160 in my profile pics. I have removed my albums. I have hidden my tagged photos. I might hide my wall soon as well, stopped there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing, so many people on internet, so many useless, hollow people who have no future. who don't have any quality at all, writing around, checking around everyday. I am sick of social networking, and I am sick of being the girl that everybody knows. I am sick of getting friend requests, or such msgs as "hey wanna talk?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to move on my life with real friends, who i actually get to know from my surroundings, and I decided to keep the others away from me. I do not want random people to read my deepest writings, or see my photos. So I decided to get a lil bit more strict with my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I do keep the friends I already had till now. But no more new internet friends from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of the teenage bullshit that I see here, Im sick of the teenage bullshit in your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song that might refresh your mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a done="true" href="http://open.spotify.com/track/1b2aDECNAVPqyyJ6nkVjXD" class="userExternalLink spotifyLink" target="_blank"&gt;Sia - Numb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: impact,chicago; color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6588910563591704314?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6588910563591704314/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6588910563591704314' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6588910563591704314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6588910563591704314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/08/living-in-your-head-without-anything-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-4960003126774308244</id><published>2010-08-19T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:39:04.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been such a long time, since I wrote something senseful in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, hey there.&lt;br /&gt;I watched this program on tv yesterday, more like a documentary.&lt;br /&gt;It was about Marilyn Monroe, and her death. and her psychological problems.&lt;br /&gt;One good point I got there, was that psychanalysis can be very dangerous for a person who encountered depression, or who is in depression.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like I've put myself back together, but I still feel somewhere in me, that this may not be good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this thing about the new school and new friends, I just want that period to be over as soon as possible. I really dont like the starters. And I will miss Alice when I go there, I hope she is still there when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I promise I wont ramble this time. Lets talk a bit more about superficial stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Listened Dir en Grey today after a long while, namamekashiki ansoku, tamerai ni hohoemi.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have been kinda bored of my music lately. Wanna try something new or wanna go back and listen old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I havent expressed my feelings about the Kent concert that I've been to, back in july.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, I really need to go with this now. IT WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, like when they first got on stage, and me in the swedish crowd (ignore the 13year old wannabe emo kent fans) i just felt like, this cant be real. When Jocke started singing, I felt like, I was just.. having a dream or something. And even though I had doubts about myself that I would sing in swedish, I still joined the crowd and did so.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course without a doubt, was one of the best I had till now. (still keeping the Tool concert on the list, that was.. omg )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so yeah i got into sabancı university now, and probably gonna start as a fresh.&lt;br /&gt;I still have so many questions in my mind. I dont wanna feel like fish outta bowl, like i did when i first got into the high school. I didnt like it back then.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, I just wanna be as open as I can be, and go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna start staying in the campus, and thats much like moving out.&lt;br /&gt;which has ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;for example, I wont be able to sing outloud in front of my computer anymore. I would be too shy for that.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, I can just drink or do something whenever i get bored, since I will have friends all the time around me.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that this lifestyle will cost me much more than I had before.&lt;br /&gt;lets see how much i will be able to save for interrail this summer.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, btw didnt mention this before but me and christoffer are planning to go on interrail this summer. already got places to say in holland, germany, france, spain and UK.&lt;br /&gt;should be fun if we can gather the money around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing that i should tell, started practicing my swedish. in a serious way. having like an hour conversation with christoffer on phone everyday in swedish. I really wanna improve my skills on language and music. I think i will start back with piano when i go to the university as well. but this time i just wanna buy the notes i wanna play, and play whatever i want, rather than teacher's homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. thats all i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;bende çamaşır suyuna batırılmış MJ gibi beyazlamak istiyorum bazen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about changing my hair soon. we'll see bout that.&lt;br /&gt;cya guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;"SOMETIMES!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4960003126774308244?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4960003126774308244/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4960003126774308244' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4960003126774308244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4960003126774308244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-such-long-time-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-4657572033413692882</id><published>2010-07-14T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:29:36.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was one of those moments that can be very less but saying very much. I didnt know back then. I thought it was just a stupid drunk one but you need to grow up to appreciate moments like these.&lt;br /&gt;No, It wasnt when we drank for the first time. It wasnt when he hugged me under the heavy rain. It was actually the little detail of the big picture. Back to the day, celebrating new years at the friend's house. My sudden depression strikes and I close myself in a dark room to be alone for a while. And then, Erkin comes in. Not like somebody sent him, more like he was sent as himself as a message, delivered to me. He walks in and hes drunk as the usual, he crawls near me in bed where I'm laying and gives me the biggest hug I've ever had. It's so hard to put that moment in words. It was the tightest and the warmest hug anyone could ever have. It was enormous. Huge. Big.&lt;br /&gt;And it felt as it could make everything disappear. Depression, sorrow, suffering. All of them. It felt as It could actually make the world a better place. Much more tolerable, at least.&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of that very special moment, I was the one letting go. It took almost 20 mins and I let go. This is a tiny little memory of what was our friendship like. By then I didn't notice, but when I look now, when I consider it again, It's exactly us.&lt;br /&gt;He held on me. and I let him go. Look, he's gone now, but he taught me this very important lesson of capturing little details in life and the importance of hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bit of something I want to tell. Now 'Aaron-Little Love' came up from shuffle. Can I connect this somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, sometimes I'm just too aggressive to try to understand people, I just let go of them if I don't like something. But then I notice, how much they needed me and how much I need them. I don't want to make the same mistakes again, I don't want to put someone in sucha mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know, My heart can be so big to love everyone. Love them unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all the times if I have turned my back against you. I'm sorry for making you feel as I'm not the same person as you trusted anymore..&lt;br /&gt;but I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for once again, let me hold you hand to go through the suffering together,&lt;br /&gt;and let me hug you&lt;br /&gt;to at least make this world a little more tolerable place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4657572033413692882?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4657572033413692882/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4657572033413692882' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yan karakter olmaktan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasıl hissediyorsun&lt;br /&gt;kendi hikayeni yazamamaktan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2956606267013906119?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2956606267013906119/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2956606267013906119' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2956606267013906119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2956606267013906119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2010/06/nasl-hissediyorsun-kendi-hikayende-yan.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-4675874070302626937</id><published>2010-06-21T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:38:18.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this wasn't how i've built this story up.&lt;br /&gt;i said noones gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;i said noones gonna get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;though can i even keep my promises to my own self?&lt;br /&gt;rather than keeping them to others first..&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do know, it leads to suffering.&lt;br /&gt;i do know, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;even though i didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;if there was only one way to take it back&lt;br /&gt;only one way to go 3 years back&lt;br /&gt;i would never let go of your hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you believed me,&lt;br /&gt;believed me so childish, so innocent&lt;br /&gt;you thought we were in this together&lt;br /&gt;you thought i was with you&lt;br /&gt;till the end&lt;br /&gt;you thought i would come&lt;br /&gt;if you go&lt;br /&gt;you thought i would catch you&lt;br /&gt;even if you fall..&lt;br /&gt;you thought.. you thought i was just like you.&lt;br /&gt;i was nothing like you.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know, i really dont know&lt;br /&gt;if i should consider myself lucky or strong&lt;br /&gt;because i didnt end up like you&lt;br /&gt;or if i should be in grief&lt;br /&gt;because we weren't alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest your memories, rest your head a bit&lt;br /&gt;from all the trouble and the grief&lt;br /&gt;rest your body, lost in a chemistry&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are sick, looking down on me.&lt;br /&gt;guilt is there to carry till the end&lt;br /&gt;never goes away, never leaves alone&lt;br /&gt;like a standing silhouette in the hollow room&lt;br /&gt;hollow words filled up with smoke&lt;br /&gt;i do courage you, to come back and take me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i even wanna come with you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i even wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;and say that im sorry&lt;br /&gt;if you would only listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commitment is an unbreakable spell,&lt;br /&gt;i swear this wasnt how i've built this story up.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't ask to be cursed, i didn't take a part in this&lt;br /&gt;but all the vision i have now,&lt;br /&gt;is blurry as your view.&lt;br /&gt;i remember, i remember your voice.&lt;br /&gt;i remember your smile, i remember your tears.&lt;br /&gt;i remember everything but me&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten myself, so old and so rusty.&lt;br /&gt;if i apologize thousand times,&lt;br /&gt;if i only apologize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recognize the feeling, you've had this before.&lt;br /&gt;this wireless body, this unconnected mind&lt;br /&gt;this prisoner soul, coded in mod 2&lt;br /&gt;recognize me, you've had me before.&lt;br /&gt;before you lost yourself,&lt;br /&gt;before you lost me,&lt;br /&gt;you were here,&lt;br /&gt;before i lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear,&lt;br /&gt;once again,&lt;br /&gt;this wasnt my game.&lt;br /&gt;i said noones gonna die&lt;br /&gt;i said noones gonna get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;so tell me,&lt;br /&gt;was it you or me&lt;br /&gt;who i buried 3 months ago?&lt;br /&gt;so tell me,&lt;br /&gt;where are you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4675874070302626937?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-876216860454232199</id><published>2010-05-26T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T05:32:24.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grattis till mig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs543.ash1/31741_427178761254_631601254_5417912_3946133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 506px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs543.ash1/31741_427178761254_631601254_5417912_3946133_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fyller 19 års idag^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hawpy biwthday to meeh : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-876216860454232199?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/876216860454232199/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=876216860454232199' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/876216860454232199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/876216860454232199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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başladı.&lt;br /&gt;sensizlik yıkadı sokakları&lt;br /&gt;bir sele kapılmış gibi&lt;br /&gt;sürüklendim.&lt;br /&gt;sensizlik başımdan aşağı boşaldı&lt;br /&gt;sırılsıklam oldum.&lt;br /&gt;çamurlara bulandım,&lt;br /&gt;sensizliğe kirlendim ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oysa uzakta degilsin&lt;br /&gt;buradasın, benimlesin işte&lt;br /&gt;sigaramın son nefesiymiş gibi&lt;br /&gt;içimdesin,&lt;br /&gt;.. dışımdasın.&lt;br /&gt;işte, buradasın.&lt;br /&gt;yüzün de burada.&lt;br /&gt;sesin, kahkaların odalarda çınlıyor&lt;br /&gt;aynalardan yansımalar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve gidiyorsun,&lt;br /&gt;sessizce,&lt;br /&gt;doğmamış tüm çocuklarımı öldürürcesine&lt;br /&gt;gidiyorsun.&lt;br /&gt;nefesim kesilir gibi oluyor&lt;br /&gt;sanki bir bulut sıkışmış göğsümde&lt;br /&gt;bembeyaz duvarlarda simsiyah bir resim gibi&lt;br /&gt;mürekkebi solmuş sayfalarda&lt;br /&gt;özlüyorum seni.&lt;br /&gt;nefeslerim kesik kesik&lt;br /&gt;daralıyor göğsüm&lt;br /&gt;sanki her sigara beni sana yaklaştırır gibi&lt;br /&gt;vücudumda elektrik dalgaları&lt;br /&gt;kapılmışım sensizliğe&lt;br /&gt;ve ilaçlar işe yaramadığında&lt;br /&gt;sensizliğe kitlenirim ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-8153898772333412984?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/8153898772333412984/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=8153898772333412984' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/8153898772333412984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/S44cus1QuLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qBhoIsJ_e7U/s1600-h/24484_10150095344290144_596005143_11126119_4065935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/S44cus1QuLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qBhoIsJ_e7U/s400/24484_10150095344290144_596005143_11126119_4065935_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444320588171622578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/S44cp6CApsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pir4b8uK6sw/s1600-h/n638802838_340813_5416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/S44cp6CApsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pir4b8uK6sw/s400/n638802838_340813_5416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444320505815410370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/S44clF2YfMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/m6hOAovy8M8/s1600-h/n577920486_5966555_2159474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/S44clF2YfMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/m6hOAovy8M8/s400/n577920486_5966555_2159474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444320423088520386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evet belki de bu fotoğrafın altına birşeyler yazmalıyım..&lt;br /&gt;ama kelimeler boğazımda düğümleniyor erkin, karmakarışığım.&lt;br /&gt;bak ne güzel oturmuşuz biralarımızla, gülüyorsun.&lt;br /&gt;mutlusun.&lt;br /&gt;hatta sonrasında daha da mutluydun, sarılıyordun bana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yine buna benzer bir günde de yağmur yağmaya baslamıstı.&lt;br /&gt;ıslanmayalım diye kolunu omzuma doladın, yine de ıslandık : )&lt;br /&gt;çoraplarımıza kadar ıslandık, ama şikayetim yoktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annemler sigara içtiğimi öğrendiğinde ilk sana söylediğimi hatırlıyorum.&lt;br /&gt;msnde konuşuyorduk, ben o zamanlar kent i yeni bulmuştum.&lt;br /&gt;ett tidsfördriv att dö för ü dinliyordum, sana da bak ne güzel bir şarkı buldum demiştim.&lt;br /&gt;sende sevmiştin. bütün gün hagnesta hill i dinledik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kendini kötü hissediyordun bi keresinde, bize gelmiştin.&lt;br /&gt;odamın ışıkları yarım kapalıydı, yatağımın üzerinde oturup öyle sessizce müzik dinledik.&lt;br /&gt;yastıklara sarıldın. sanki onlar seni avutabilecekmiş gibi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonra, ilk tanışmamız aklıma geliyor erkin, ne kadar da garipti.&lt;br /&gt;last.fmden gelip merhaba demiştin, bende "aa sen o çocuksun!" demiştim.&lt;br /&gt;zira aynı ortaokuldan olduğumuzu tanıştıktan sonra farkettik, ve aslında çok daha önce tanışabilecekken bir çok senemizi ziyan ettiğimizi anlamıştık.&lt;br /&gt;sen o kendi kendine erkin.aslanturk.com diye siteler açan çocuktun.&lt;br /&gt;bi sürü erkin aslanturk siteleri vardı.&lt;br /&gt;her yerde erkin vardı.&lt;br /&gt;... artık yok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doğum günümde, hatırlıyormusun, bence hatırlamazsın, biraz çok içmiştin, sabah kalktığında bile hala sarhoş gibiydin. terasta hep beraber oturup gülüşmüştük. sonra herkes gitmişti, sen kaldın, kanepede yatıyordun, "katatonia açsana ya" dedin.&lt;br /&gt;katatonia dinledik.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akdenizden çıkmıştık, koluna girmiştim, biraz alkollüydük sanki, deli gibi yağmur yağmaya başladı, erkin yağmur yağıyor kapşonunu ört dedim, hayır ya dedin açtın kapşonu. erkin yağmur yağıyor, ıslanıcaksın dedim.&lt;br /&gt;"ya neden yağmur yağıyor ki? neden yani?" dedin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;güldük.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;şimdi de ben soruyorum. sen gittiğinden beri yağmur yağıyor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya neden yağmur yağıyor ki? neden yani?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tüm bu şehir seni yutmak istemişcesine,&lt;br /&gt;erkinim,&lt;br /&gt;şarkılarda düşünmek seni bana getirmez ki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belki de hiç bilmiyordun, bilgisayarımda küçük saklı bir erkin klasörüm vardı biliyormusun. içinde tonlarca erkin fotoğrafı, tonlarca fotoşoplu halleriyle. bir tanesinin üzerinde you are my all yazıyordu, doğum gününde onu cep telefonumda wallpaper yapmıştım, sonra sana bir doğum günü mesajı atmıştım, çok sevinmiştin, hep saklayacağım bunu demiştin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insanlar ne biçim şeyler yazmışlar hakkında erkin. gazetede çıkanları görseydin çıldırırdın. sonra yine o inceye çalan sesinle, abi ne diyor bunlar ya derdin bana. boşver canım derdim bende sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ama şimdi gerek yok bunlara,&lt;br /&gt;çok uzakta değilmişsin gibi aslında.&lt;br /&gt;sanki henüz gidemedin..&lt;br /&gt;sanki gözlerin kaldı burda,&lt;br /&gt;sanki sesin hala yanımda,&lt;br /&gt;sanki gülüşün odalarda çınlıyor&lt;br /&gt;aynalara yansıyor&lt;br /&gt;gidemedin işte,&lt;br /&gt;herşey zihnimde sıkıştı&lt;br /&gt;takıldı kaldı öyle.&lt;br /&gt;herşey içinde sen varmışsın gibi&lt;br /&gt;herşey hala burda.&lt;br /&gt;bir sen eksiksin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seni çok seviyorum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asla unutulmayacaksın erkinim ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Erkin Aslantürk&lt;br /&gt;15.01.1990 - 02.03. 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;huzur içinde uyu bitanem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-1685313815449934012?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;N a m a m e k a s h i k i     A n s o k u ,  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;T a m e r a i     N i     H o h o e m i &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-3244669604831280391?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/3244669604831280391/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=3244669604831280391' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-1330088611723117445</id><published>2009-12-10T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:48:21.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, there's nothing to talk about, and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a game that I'm trying to play, when days get rusted and numb like this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to put things out in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that.. I am numb.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talking to people lately.&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay down on my bed and look at the ceiling and loop a song for hours, that's what I want.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so tired of these, that I can't take fatigue anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even understand myself, I don't know why I am feeling inhuman all the time, I don't know why I keep feeling like a robot for the last 3 years. I don't know why I have this obsession for wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;automatic. robotic. systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't change it. I wanna get through with this, I want to start feeling again. I want to feel sadness, as well as joy and happiness, I want to feel.. feel it real.&lt;br /&gt;but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that everything was gone with him, maybe this became like this after I got rotten inside, I really don't know, I can't seem to find the answers, they are all locked down. now I don't think it was him. It was something else. I can name it in my head, but she wouldn't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even dare to tell it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blankness if this is, no definition for that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running, down corridors through, automatic doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Got to get to you, got to see this through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I see hope is here, in a plastic box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; down corridors, through automatic doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Got to get to you, got to see this through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; First night of your life, curled up on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Looking at you now, you would never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-1330088611723117445?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/1330088611723117445/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=1330088611723117445' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1330088611723117445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1330088611723117445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-theres-nothing-to-talk-about-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6884414322456910974</id><published>2009-12-09T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T04:28:35.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Notes from what people've been telling me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 12:55&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You lost a lot weight. Are you okay?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sorry, I don't eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6884414322456910974?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6884414322456910974/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6884414322456910974' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6884414322456910974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6884414322456910974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/12/notes-from-what-peopleve-been-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6845616426329746907</id><published>2009-12-09T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T04:26:07.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst feeling of all week today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got 3 exams in the morning. 3 fucking exams in just a fucking day!&lt;br /&gt;anyways they werent so bad, but made me hell a lot tired.&lt;br /&gt;had to stay after school to take my biology make-up exam and then made an experiment and stuff, left school at 17:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home at 18:00, had a hotdog for 10 minutes, and then my chemistry tutor came. we have been studying on acids and bases, redox and electrochemistry for like.. 3.5 hours now. &lt;strong&gt;NON-STOP. NO BREAKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now I feel like I had a real mindfuck. I am so tired. I can just faint. All my muscles are terribly aching, and my shoulders hurt, oh and did i mention that i sprained my foot today ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the problem is that i dont have anytime to sleep tonight. im already so sleepless from yesterday and todays fucked up schedule. but now I have to study more chemistry and solve some questions, and prepare a project on southern belles, actually.. do a wikipage for it. due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I have no time to sleep and I'm suffering a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how much I can go on with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously. I'm bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6845616426329746907?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6845616426329746907/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6845616426329746907' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6845616426329746907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6845616426329746907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-1854733558026887146</id><published>2009-11-24T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T05:56:34.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;its actually 15:39 but who cares =D&lt;br /&gt;went to bed late last night, oh well as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like a good day, today.&lt;br /&gt;playing with my cat and drinking coffee smoking here, its a shame that mom thinks im not on computer. well she changed the password of the computer last night coz I was on msn till late, however she wasnt aware of the fact that she got a hacker girl here ^^ HAHA. ägd (H)&lt;br /&gt;wasnt so hard to find it out =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways I am supposed to go to "dersane" and I  guess I will.. but Im so lazy- as expected.&lt;br /&gt;however I will do that, and I will do the same tomorrow and the following day too.. I mean my aim is to go to dersane everyday and study so I would deserve going out and feel more comfortable ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;so now I'm listening to "air" here... just awesome how it feels.. surfin on a rocket... surfin on a rocket... surfin on a rocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time for flying rockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For silver jets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For surfing bombs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Surfing on a rocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't pray to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't get me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Surfing on a rocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be back one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just pray for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Surfing on a rocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5 4 3 2 1 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No one can stop me to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll never see me again  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the song!&lt;br /&gt;CYAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-1854733558026887146?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/1854733558026887146/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=1854733558026887146' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1854733558026887146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1854733558026887146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-its-actually-1539-but-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-509711342097689776</id><published>2009-11-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:47:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyz&lt;br /&gt;ush my cat is throwing balls all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways I've been sick for so long now (ehm 3 weeks?) and back on track finally.. the worst part is that I'm gonna have bunch of stuff to do about school..  make-ups. Seriously, it scares me but well I don't care that much anymore I guess.. I just leave it all go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, I know I havent been blogging much.. thats just not my style, I realized. I wanted to do so, since I see people blogging so crazily, writing down everything they do and stuff, but It's a waste of time I think. I tried to be like that but that just doesn't go. So I guess I will only write in periods, like I do, and nothing more about it. or post some stuff too... yeah. must be so boring for the ones who are watching out for my blog.. since I hardly put up new things. but eh, sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the starter sentence, yeah now I have a cat. Its been a month actually that he's been with us. his name is Soket. its a black and white kitten, looks so sweet. we sleep together every night and he holds my hand etc, feels like a human tbh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, I've been so bored with everything I guess. especially with my music, that I cant find anything new to listen on my computer. I have to dig through the old stuff, and that just bores me easily after giving them a couple listens. since that I have been sick for so long, I stayed home all the time, and now I'm like a bomb, waiting to explode. I wanna go out and do crazy stuff, well I actually don't even know what the crazy stuff is, but you know, sometimes it feels like that.. like I just wanna go out and party so hard, that never happened till now and eh, it wont happen either? everyones so busy with studies :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that I'm bored, can't find anyone to talk to on msn, so here I am writing stuff, I actually wanna tell a lot of stuff, but I dont know what they are. Im just bored yeah thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna check if we have some beers hmm brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah no beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like I gotta shoot some nice photos soon. I havent done that with my black hair, and Its been several months that I had it now.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, I will have a date with a guy this week.. well Its not a "date", or I just dont wanna call it a "date" but apparently it is... and I really dont know what I will do with that guy. I have been ditching him for so many weeks now (for several reasons such as my sickness) but now we'll go out, oh yes.. lets just call it "going out".. we'll go out but I barely know him and I really dont know what kinda place we should go etc. Im always nervous when it comes to hanging out with new people.. I mean its okay if its a group or a party, but when its like this, just 2 people hanging out, I dont know.. I dont even know what I will talk about... "hey school blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;sounds totally boring. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I should get back on my studies, but how? I have no concentration, plus I never studied in my life, and now I have to do it, It feels like a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways guess the purpose of blogging here just got rotten. I feel so confused about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;nah I'll write back when I'm more positive about things and have something to tell really..&lt;br /&gt;now its all like rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-509711342097689776?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/509711342097689776/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=509711342097689776' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/509711342097689776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/509711342097689776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/11/heyz-ush-my-cat-is-throwing-balls-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6387546439846727841</id><published>2009-11-05T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:09:23.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please don't be silent&lt;br /&gt;I have so many words to say&lt;br /&gt;how this got started&lt;br /&gt;or where It goes to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6387546439846727841?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6387546439846727841/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6387546439846727841' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6387546439846727841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6387546439846727841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-dont-be-silent-i-have-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-4137202869634045575</id><published>2009-09-08T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T03:09:42.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Overthinking Errors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its a bit strange now. woke up in class and i dont remember how i got there. all I remember was how I woke up in the morning and then went to the course. but things are a lil bit weird about this. here i start again:&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in the morning went to the course. because that i didnt have breakfast (i was in a rush) i decided to eat a chicken sandwich there. so i did and then went into the class- it was turkish lesson (bööööring.) anyways. i kinda fell asleep during the lesson because teacher wanted us to solve some questions and stuff but i was so bored of the same shit again and again.&lt;br /&gt;and there- tape is giving errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember hanging out with guys and going down getting some water and then some guy came up to me and asked if i wanted to talk and stuff. i even remember having a cigg.&lt;br /&gt;but people tell me- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that didnt happen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said its been only 2 lessons- and i've been sleeping. that sucks. i really dont remember any shit about how i fell asleep or how i did those things that i claim that i did but actually didnt in real. ehm okay thats a bit confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i decided to go home- it was raining like hell. i had an umbrella but didnt wanna use it. so i wanted to get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened some very nice music on the way&lt;br /&gt;heres the thing- i need to get back to my routines. i should go to bed early from now on and start studying. im sick of this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vicious cycle&lt;/span&gt; turning again and again and its not really going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw im stuck with kent again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;oprofessionell &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm i guess thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;see! im doing daily blogging now! (ah feels so weird to talk about those stuff on a page but still)&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get used to this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha det kul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4137202869634045575?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4137202869634045575/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4137202869634045575' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4137202869634045575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4137202869634045575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/09/overthinking-errors-okay-its-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2372247501827798601</id><published>2009-09-04T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:11:02.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15:09</title><content type='html'>Hejhej! :]&lt;br /&gt;okay i decided to be more daily with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;since I checked out other people's blogs and such.. and I noticed that I'm putting in so less and only emotional stuff and all.. Thats pretty boring I guess. Well good that I'm bored- I can only go with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here it is. News from last couple days..&lt;br /&gt;Malin moved here and started school to learn turkish. She also met with other swedes here- Lina and Miki. Good that Miki was also looking for a flatmate and a flat. so they'll move in together. We found a place in tarlabaşı (first I thought It'd be SOOOO DANGEROUS for them to live there) but now I figured out its pretty much okay actually. Anyways Malin's gonna move out today i guess. Its weird coz I was just so used to her. Now I'll miss her. Well.. Ofc we'll meet and stuff i know that but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty eager to go to a vacation on this weekend.. but everyones so busy on this weekend as it seems. Now I'm kinda left alone at home.. bored. totally so bored.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out or go to pool or anything do some fun stuff.. Gonna meet with girls tonight and hopefully DRINK! oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's coming on sunday. Naah I missed her but this week kinda passed so quick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I'm done with my geometry exam btw. I got 75 which is pretty good coz I didnt study :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asistants from school say that I should start with my studies and all. They are right- I decided to study by Monday (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna solve 100 questions per day. Gotta get serious with some subjects. RIIIGHT? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus that.. I changed this blog pic up there. What do you think? I guess its better now^^&lt;br /&gt;mehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh plz write me people im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a song for you:&lt;br /&gt;Puscifer - Cuntry Boner [Disco Viagra Remix]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;ha det kul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2372247501827798601?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2372247501827798601/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2372247501827798601' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2372247501827798601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2372247501827798601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/09/1509.html' title='15:09'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-7834181304000998549</id><published>2009-08-30T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:29:38.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="showContentTextHtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its 06:57 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like the time is passing on slowmotion- you see ashes flying in the air and how faces get lost in the mist. You hear voices. Many of them with no owners just coming right back at you with swallowed words- no ending dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;No they are not ghosts or anything that you think of them. Its hard to understand it sometimes. I know my friend- I know that you dont get it sometimes.. Well thats the fun part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sit back and Enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here you see women and men. All in creepy skinned bodies. All white. All naked. Here you see them if you look close enough. You've been seeing them for almost 20 years now. Since you were born they came and they were gone. Just passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever wondered- why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;***&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its 07:02 now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You hear voices again. A very old tape looping itself into the rusty morning. Your eyes are falling down a bit and you smoke. Now it doesnt feel like a new day. It feels like just an old morning to end things. However you spell it- Humanity. is. not. here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;***&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its 07:04 now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right now your body is pretty much fucked up. I can feel how your hormones are rushing through your veins however all sentetic. Your brain got slow on comprehension- you must choose your words wisely. Your pills have just melted on your stomach.. They are not in your blood yet. Excess amount of nicotine and where does this dizzyness come from? Is it you getting heavier or the air has something in it? Is it drugs on world or world on drugs? You fail to understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here. Here. And Here. Stand right Here. now look at your feet. What do you see? 10 toes with bony bloody skin? Is it rotten- my vision- Is it rotten? everythings getting more gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your hazel eyes are closing a bit. Close them. Trains are passing through your mind. Stop them. People are going in your way. Block Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever causes confusion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;W h a t e v e r   c a u s e s   c o n f u s i o n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;***&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its 07:10 now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know what you are thinking. But you cant keep it up for so long. Get it clear that you are alone. You were born alone. You grew up alone. You are alone now. And you will die alone. You will always be alone- why this is so hard to accept? Why people seek for comfort- someone to share their burden? You are  a l o n e. And &lt;b&gt;people are an illusion&lt;/b&gt;. They come. They go. They don't stay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know what you are exactly thinking now. Y o u   c a n   n o t   t h i n k .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your brain works in a different way- Its pretty much robotic. Your database is failing to reach its folders. Hey. You are thinking now! And what you are thinking is nothing more than me. Made of soil and ash. You know you cant name it. Upgrade your system. You wont be able to name it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is your brain again. Your brain works speeded up. It is 4 times more speeded up than a human. However- your comprehension is still human. What you think is going so fast. Million things in a minute. All at the same time at the same place. All in one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what are you thinking?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;you don't even know it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its 07:12 now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your tongue dryed out. And You cant get any water because you are trembling. You put too much in your body. Going over your capacity. You must get rest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You must get rest- sleep a bit. Thats what they always tell you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if you are missing a lot when you sleep?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What if you are missing a lot ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-7834181304000998549?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/7834181304000998549/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=7834181304000998549' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/7834181304000998549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/7834181304000998549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-0657-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2837138913535853241</id><published>2009-08-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:16:22.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="showContentText"&gt;   &lt;span style="" id="showContentTextHtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono,times;"&gt;14.08.09/ 10:43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono,times;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is a hate journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fuckin sick of people complaining about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono,times;"&gt;I KNOW I AM NOT PERFECT, well, actually far away from that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono,times;"&gt;However, if you have problems with me, just go ahead and fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono,times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COZ I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHAT YOU SAY&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM NOT CHANGING MYSELF.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so polite, I dont even say good morning or good night&lt;br /&gt;I dont say hello when i see someone, YES I IGNORE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what happens If I dont like you at all, I ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;And coming up to me complaining about these stuff&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Its been 5 mornings that you havent say good morning at all. Thats so rude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DONT GIVE A FUCK. SERIOUSLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono,times;"&gt;I have this weird sleeping schedule that I sleep at 12:00 then wake up back at 00:00, &lt;b&gt;I am nocturnal&lt;/b&gt;. So ITS NOT MORNING FOR ME, ITS ALMOST BED TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other case coming up to me with people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hey lately you havent been listening me"&lt;br /&gt;"I have so many problems too but I care for you, I dont feel like you care for me"&lt;br /&gt;"You are only here when its winter, but when Its summer you dont even give a call"&lt;br /&gt;"your friendship is temporary"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS BECAUSE WHAT YOU PREFER IT TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLEAR EXPLANATION HERE:&lt;br /&gt;Because of my routines for almost 13 years now,&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT GO OUT DURING SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT CALL MY FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SEEING PEOPLE DURING SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM SORRY FOR NOT BEING SOCIAL,&lt;br /&gt;Its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that my mom &lt;i&gt;prisoned me at home when i was just 8 years old,&lt;/i&gt; all the other kids playing outside summer time, I WAS FUCKING STUDYING PIANO FOR 10 HOURS A DAY! SWEATING ALL OVER THE NOTES, AND I DID IT, I FINISHED A SECOND SCHOOL PLUS, AND &lt;b&gt;I AM PROUD OF IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM USED TO IT AND &lt;b&gt;I DONT WANT TO GO OUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SUMMER! IM STAYING IN! DONT CALL ME! ERASE ME OFF YOUR FRIENDLIST IF YOU WISH, I seriously couldnt care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres the thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;however you treat me, it comes right back to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mirror, if you are not calling me im not calling you back&lt;br /&gt;if you are loving me, i am loving you back&lt;br /&gt;if you are just looking for a listener and a pro psychologicfreak to solve your problems, &lt;b&gt;im sorry but i take that only for couple steps, then i also get bored when i always give but never get back nothing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU ALL FOR ACCUSING ME FOR WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS JUST SO CLEAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS DRIVES ME MAD, I REALLY GET SO ANGRY AND I CAN EVEN BEAT YOU SO BAD THAT U'D WISH YOU HAVENT SAID ANY OF THOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE I DONT LIKE BEING SOCIAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A MASK, GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;I am better off alone. Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;just wanna kill someone right now. goddammit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of you. im sick of smiling at faces that i dont admire at all. im sick that people are trying to categorize me and put me into some imaginary characters that they actually want me to be, but sorry to disappoint you, im not what you expect at all. I am so much more than it. Its just that your blinder perspective is not enough to get it. You guys are obsessed. Obsessed with your actual ideals, that you do not accept anyone other than them. I am really not that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so, if you dont like it, please &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;just fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont bother yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz I yell back and then its no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and plus,&lt;br /&gt;you wanted me to say goodmorning right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOOD MORNING FUCKFACE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: andale mono,times;"&gt;what kind of mindfuck you guys are giving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2837138913535853241?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2837138913535853241/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2837138913535853241' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2837138913535853241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2837138913535853241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/08/14.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-5411906161315683924</id><published>2009-07-30T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:38:36.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel your presence anymore. It's like you flew away from my hands, played with the clouds and got lost in the mist. Secretly, you disappeared. And I remember your last words, -can not forget actually- that you said everythings gonna be alright. yes it did, and was it related to you? is it a curse or is it a blessing? what you did to me.. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have hard time understanding. I don't know what to believe in anymore. I don't know how to call you. Even if I shouldn't in the first place... I shouldn't get you back at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are his property, his memory and his nightmare. I'm not dared to have you mine, even if i liked you very much, liked the time we spent together. You gave me inspiration, and I blamed you for everything that you made clear to me. Felt so confused maybe, now I understand. Or I don't. I still have hard time understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about you. To him, to her, to them. Not to everyone. Just couple. But I talked about you. I'm not scared to. I'm not afraid of you, I accepted you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't hurt myself because of you. You were the cause to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;You actually stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscles are getting stiff again. I am so tired. So tired of days and so bored of myself. Another morning comes just like the routine. The sun goes up in the same way. Same songs are playing, and around the same clock I start to lose it. I am losing my senses. I know. I've been aware of that for couple days now. I can not see like I used to. I can't smell so clear. I just sleep 2-3 hours a day, My body falls slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to sleep. But you must know, I just can't. My subconscious doesn't let me. Like it would be such a loss if i sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I sleep, I wake up screaming. Like yesterday night. Decided to sleep at night and went to bed as I'm a normal one. And just slept for an hour, back awake again, screaming. Sometimes it feels like I'm gonna lose my voice someday too. Screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I try to be strong. Wake up cutie. It time for you to see the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Above you, In you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Wish I could hear you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Once more&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;By my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-5411906161315683924?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/5411906161315683924/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=5411906161315683924' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5411906161315683924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5411906161315683924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-feel-your-presence-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-8670020874297242471</id><published>2009-07-25T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:06:22.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jag Älskar Dig..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-8670020874297242471?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/8670020874297242471/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=8670020874297242471' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/8670020874297242471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/8670020874297242471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/07/jag-alskar-dig.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-3329529339193593639</id><published>2009-07-24T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:05:18.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winchell Riots - The Man Who Mapped The Oceans</title><content type='html'>"You have a mood on, today&lt;br /&gt;It's cause I can not place&lt;br /&gt;So out of fear&lt;br /&gt;I will plot maps of the oceans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squares and circles&lt;br /&gt;Lines of waves&lt;br /&gt;I was counting the distance in days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not plan for&lt;br /&gt;The icebergs at sea&lt;br /&gt;And just like your actions&lt;br /&gt;They're capsizing me&lt;br /&gt;So under the water&lt;br /&gt;Where I can be free&lt;br /&gt;I ended up drowning&lt;br /&gt;I'd lost my beliefs"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-3329529339193593639?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/3329529339193593639/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=3329529339193593639' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3329529339193593639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3329529339193593639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/07/winchell-riots-man-who-mapped-oceans.html' title='The Winchell Riots - The Man Who Mapped The Oceans'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-8357753639095501195</id><published>2009-07-22T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:44:02.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="showContentTextHtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;If i touched your skin, how many crystals would you shed my dear?&lt;/b&gt;” she said.&lt;br /&gt;with her fearless eyes, directly staring blank. She knew that would be the end of what has been going on for years inside now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;If you only promise to warm my cold and rotten skin with your touch, You can take my all treasure. My crystals don’t worth anything no more, they are already given away on the path of your love, take them away, with a silky smooth look, you’d have my life anyway&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sacrificing all the beauty, in just one speech, so he gave himself away. He was tricked and he believed that there was nothing left to live for. So in front of the beauty of death, he lost himself in the illusions of real and unreal. As he was lying cold on the Stones of the lake, with some water on his lips, he gazed to the girl for the last time; “&lt;i&gt;so you are going away?&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;yes i stayed too long for no good, this is the time when we say our goodbyes, leaving a bitter taste on our lips, i hope we will meet again. Though i dont know which world you want to live in, you are all too hopeless to continue for more. You are broken now, with my touch you’ll get more fragile. You’ll get into the pieces, laying all around. I don’t want to hurt you, It’s a shame that we are in love&lt;/i&gt;.” She turned her head, looking away, trying not to catch his look when she said that. It was just too hard to carry on with a sad ending that they’d give. It was hard to carry on with what she had in her chest. She wanted to stab herself and take her own life instead of him, bleeding for the last time perhaps. However, the rules were done. She was the immortal one, not he.And to play the game correctly, the level must have been passed where she takes his soul away, to give life to another rotten body, laying under his skin. Confusion brought itself above the water, wandering around her mind, forcing her to make a choice. Would she kill him right there? Or start a new life where she’d be cursed forever? She’d be so weak and pale, she wouldn’t even be able to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I understand your feelings. Yes, I love you with all of my life. And I’m ready to give it away. But you shouldn’t pity me. This is how it’s supposed to be done. Do your duty, no tears left behind. Please, my only request is this, don’t cry. I might have been rotten, I might have been dark, but I wouldnt dye you all in black with my absence. You have seen many more than this, you shouldn’t be so weak in front of the life of a mortal. I’m just a mortal here.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The bells rang and the trees whispered in hurry. The lake got numb, like it was all frozen, like no fish swam through. Time stopped suddenly, everything was flowing in her mind now. Everything got silent, waiting for the words that would come out of her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then she raised back again, just standing there like she knew something. She started to run around. Run in the trees, without an explanation that ever could be done. She collected and gathered all the leaves from the trees, the plants and the grass and then she started to cover him with them before he could even question what was going on. She covered all his body with the leaves, and sticked them stil with some mud. His skin was not visible anymore. Only his eyes and his lips. And there she stood still, not ever touching them but preparing her words before giving her last breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;They will haunt us here, I know. They are waiting to call upon me again, they will summon me. But you can convince them to my death, that an immortal can die too. Now I’ll stand stil here, you know I can not touch you or else you’ll die. But we shall kiss, and you should be quick to breathe me in before you vanish on my lips&lt;/i&gt;.” She was in a big rush, just so solicitous and impatient. Held out her lips through his, waiting for the eternal kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I don’t know how to do this, I would vanish before kissing you whenever i touch your lips. My crystals would fall down and break into pieces. I wouldn’t be able to breathe. If this is how you say farewell, burying me into the leaves, let it be. However, I can not breathe you in.&lt;/i&gt;” Still questioning what she said, he didn’t understand. The game was in rules. They were waiting for them. For him to give away his soul again. This love went too far for being in between of a man and a creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I know you can do it. Inhale me. Inhale me with all your power. Hold your breathe, don’t ever exhale me back. I will fill you up with my own being. We will be one and disappear. We can run away from here. They won’t find us. They won’t ever learn that i stil exist. In you, I can stop this confusion, and hide myself into your deepest feelings, copying all my soul to yours, till you get immortal. Immortal with me back again. For ever.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then there was this long bothering silence. Thinking happening in both minds. Should he just do it right away? Or wait till he says goodbye to this world? Would he die on her lips? Or would she be hauled inside? He didn’t know. There were these certain words she said, darkened by her despair. Now She was giving herself away, for a rotten and cold skined. She was giving up on what she had been put into. She knew that this would be the end of what was going on inside for years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And slowly, step by step they got closer. She hold his leafed hand, trying to feel his presence. Maybe this was the first time they were holding hands. Maybe this was the beginning. Maybe this was the end. He got so mixed up that he stepped back, yelling and screaming “&lt;i&gt;I CAN’T DO THIS! I CAN’T DO THIS TO YOU!&lt;/i&gt;” For a second, he knew, it was gonna be either him or her. But if it’s her, then it’s a murder. Murder of the heart and the beauty. Murder of all the peace existing in him. He would never be the same again. He would never be able to escape from the nightmares that her absence would bring him. He would never go back again. Would never feel dignity for himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Hush. They can hear us.&lt;/i&gt;” She whispered. Her voice sounded calm and ready. And repeating one more time, “&lt;i&gt;Breathe me in&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So he stepped forward towards her, reaching her lips unwillingly, as they kissed the sky got brighter and promptly, he breathed her in. She got transparent first, and then she became a light, going through his trachea, her hair flew in. As she gave herself in, through his lungs, she started to spread all over his body, from his arms to his fingertips, and finally to his brain, leading her way to his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything is illuminated now, with the light he swallowed, he shined through the night. Glittering steps following each other, making his way into the forest, he only heard the whispers echoing in his ears, “&lt;i&gt;Run away, Run away from here, my love.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-8357753639095501195?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/8357753639095501195/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=8357753639095501195' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/8357753639095501195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/8357753639095501195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-touched-your-skin-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-1298970805706598856</id><published>2009-07-21T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:50:29.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been writing anything about myself. i know. maybe you get the clues from the stories and such but it feels nothing like me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH THIS STUPID GRIN ON MY FACE. IT WONT GO AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know the reason. this all started from the beginning that we went to buy some postcards for kjolle, something kinda original to send him with his big big box gift. but then we saw harry potter today and it was like .. hmm okay i admit it didnt fully satisfy me, but it was fun and just by then i noticed that some behaviours of harry were just like kjolles. or i dont know it just reminded me kjolle again. only sad thing happening today was saying goodbye to malin, but she'll come back again in the end of august, so no worries (hey i gotta stick a quote here from barney: "when i get sad, i stop being sad and be awesome instead! true story!" hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;so whatever, i bought this postcard and saw harry potter 6 and just when i was going back to home all by myself, i wanted to listen some music on the way. too bad that my mp3 player didnt have enough battery. so i used my phone. listening some robbie williams, whats wrong with him he just gives me a big grin on my face.. so again, i thought about kjolle. and for a second, the street was so empty. and there was this big big truck coming down from the hill. for a second, it could just kill me but who cares? i felt so happy. i felt like im in a dream or something. everything was glittering in my eyes. everything was dark but it was like a very silent touch. so i got this weird energy from somewhere, probably from the thought of kjolle, and started running. running like a crazy down from the hill. i just ran in front of the truck, crossing to the other side, not caring about if people see me or what they think of me. running for a long time till home, over the hills, over the dark streets... stopped by the store and got some coffee and coke and cookies for myself. i had this very powerful feeling to write tonight. write a letter to kjolle and writing all this in my blog (another quote comes here from barney: "this is totally going into my blog!" haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i guess i made you guys confused a lil bit, im continuing:&lt;br /&gt;then i came home, got my coke.. wrote this song on the post card, i've been listening it for days now. and its my fav kent song. i didnt just discover it now, but i've been knowing it for a long time and sometimes it just comes back to me, the feeling of listening den osynlige mannen for hours. when im sleeping especially, its the best song to sleep with... (it made like a thousand plays in last.fm btw. im listening it a lot. so whatever) and what i bought was a dean martin card, well i know its not releated but in this picture he was hiding under his jumper. so i thought it would be the best card to describe den osynlige mannen &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden- i felt so tired. so sleepy that i would just fall from the chair. i was just so disappointed in myself that i wouldnt be able to do what i planned for tonight.  i thought i would have a cup of coffee and cookies and sit in terace, with some calm and hopeful nice music, writing... but then this tiredness. it just striked me all of a sudden. i didnt give up! NO! this was my night, nothing could change it. so i got the coffee to keep me awake. and put some cheesy happy pop songs. ah those songs! they made me fly. i was really flying in this bliss. you know when you think about it, its just a silly grin on my face. i know. cannot find a lot of reasons for this. but sometimes its just best to enjoy this feeling even if it doesnt have a reason. so i did. singing cheesy old pop songs and getting nostalgic in a way. going back to my childhood. i feel so fully alive. (yes i even listened some spice girls. oh wow. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i took a shower. its been a busy busy busy and tiring weekend. (eh gotta mention this now or later i dont know? wanna go on about those feelings now. euh okay i'll mention it at the end) anyways now im talking to kjolle, which feels like home &lt;3 ah its such a coincidence that we did the same thing in a way. i mean he was also thinkin bout me when he was going back home. i wish i didnt ruin yesterday. but now i feel like.. we have a great great big sky above us, and its leading us to the brighter days. i know that this wont fall out. it will work some way. it will just work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lets get to talk about this weekend. saw arch enemy on friday, ANGELA! oh god. OH GOD! that was my lifetime dream or something? have been waiting for this for like 7 years.. it was just breathtaking. AWESOME! cant find the words for it. after the concert i couldnt move my neck, my back and my legs. i was just wasted but IT WAS WORTH IT! amagaad, still when i think about it, cant believe that it was real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then malin came.. my beloved svensk syster or svennebanan malin &lt;3 haha. so we went to rockncoke to see nine inch nails and prodigy. there was also linkin park but i wasnt looking forward to it. whatever. malin wanted to see emre aydın but we missed it (had some trouble with our tickets) but then we finally got in.  it was just perfect to feel the real festival atmosphere after all the trouble we had with the tickets. i saw my guys from school so we also had some other friends to hang out with us ( coz we didnt really plan to hang out with anyone when we were going there ) and pelin ofc.. gotta mention this that i missed her very much, she is my best mate from school and since school went into holiday it was the first time i saw her.. it was just great to see all those people again. we just lied on the grass- chatting and telling funny jokes. and malin was smoking too! she is becoming a real turk now ! HAHA. the only bothering fact that i got broke, and we had to spend from malins money. its no problem for malin but it is a problem for me. since she is my guest, I DONT LET GUESTS PAY! (this sentence sounds like a real turk here. whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for nine inch nails. we kinda ran to the stage. just to see trent reznor. well i always knew that he has this increeeeeeeedible voice, but never thought he was that sexy. its just when he sings it, you wanna give everything away. he feels so real on the stage. it was brilliant. then i looked up the sky when i was listening in the crowd. like among all those people i felt so alone and this was good. felt like kjolle is listening this from somewhere too. sky is where we meet. and then it was hurt playing and we werent near the stage. i was just panicing that kjolle would miss it. ran back to the stage, as fast as i can, called him to make him listen it. he told me that it was all noisy and he couldnt hear very much- but still! I TRIED. and i can count this as we listened it together. so its all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then prodigy came up on the stage. I JUST CANNOT DESCRIBE THIS! OH GOD WHAT WAS THAT! it was the best concert i ever watched. yes. i am telling this honestly. it was just out of ordinary. it was ... cant find the words for it. BREATHTAKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after prodigy, we went to the meal area and sat by the tables. there were some guys just the next table, looking not turkish. and when i was going around to find my cousin, i noticed that one of them came up to our table, sat just in front of malin and started talking. i went back to understand what was happening and we found out that guys were from norway and asking malin if she is norwegian coz she looks definetely scandinavian. guys were doing interrail and they were skaters , so with this big interest in common, we started to talk about the spots in istanbul and how skating goes on in istanbul. i showed them some places and promised them to arrange some skating activity with turkish skaters. we got eachothers number. then left to stay at my classmates place. we talked till morning there with friends chilling in the garden. and went to swimming at 6 o clock in the morning. i know we are crazy. definetely.&lt;br /&gt;we shouldnt have done that maybe coz i hit my nose when i was swimming and it hurts like hell, still, that bone is a pain in the ass till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, waking up in oğuz's place, friends all over the place, having a nice breakfast in the garden. then oğuz took us back to the festival area. we saw some fun bands as "post dial", "we have band" and such.. it was just so fucking hot in the afternoon. but it cooled down later on. my cousin called and said that he is bringing me money- so yay for food at last! we bought a big big meal from mcdonalds (bigmac ofc) and ate it on the grass when we were listening razorlight on stage at the same time. then oğuz and guys came back and brought us some beer. awesome. i kinda missed kaizer chiefs coz we were chilling with my cousin but then i heard some nice songs- it was enough. so time for linkin park, it was just so nostalgic to hear all those songs again. felt like in secondary school. i could actually remember all the lyrics and i was proud of my memory for that. met with an american guy in the concert, he was alone so he started to hang out with us.. he was a nice guy, he is living in istanbul and teaching english (private tutor). we went to see santigold on stage together. AAH SHE WAS GREAT! really. she was just so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna talk about the next day very shortly coz it wasnt that good, went to see deep purple live. it was cool but i think they should have stayed longer on stage. still, listening "sometimes i feel like screaming" really good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed kjolles cam night. but i hope we can have this again sometime later when he is up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are back to today. and i already talked about it. im gonna edit this entry when i get the chance again, i feel like talking for more.&lt;br /&gt;but for now,&lt;br /&gt;im giving you guys a very nice song from pet shop boys, bringing all the happiness back:&lt;br /&gt;-miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-1298970805706598856?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/1298970805706598856/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=1298970805706598856' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1298970805706598856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1298970805706598856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2612792721929181925</id><published>2009-07-05T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:16:07.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kucuk kiz.</title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;aslinda bu sefer sana ne anlatacagim gercekten bilmiyorum, kucuk kiz. artik seninle konusamamak beni olduruyor. bana yaptigin en buyuk iskencelerden biri bu, nolur dur artik. lutfen dur ve dinle beni, soyleyeceklerim uc-bes kelimeyi gecmiyor olsa da...&lt;br /&gt;senden ayrilmak zorundayim, biliyorsun. lutfen kizma bana. catma kaslarini oyle, gozyasini gormeye dayanamiyorum. anla beni kucuk kiz, buyudum ben artik. tum oyuncaklarim senin olsun, ben oynayamiyorum. belki de boyle olmaliydi, olmasi gereken buydu, ayri dusecektik. fakat beni unutmani asla istemem biliyorsun. daha senin buyumeni gorecegim. kucuk bir kizken kocaman olacaksin. saclarin uzayacak, tombul parmaklarin birer dal misali incecik olacaklar ve ustunde de bir yuzuk. boyun uzayacak kucuk kiz. annenden gizli asirdigin o kurabiye kavanozuna ulasmak icin tezgaha cikmak zorunda kalmayacaksin o zaman. bilmedigimi sanma, ben yillarca seni izledim kucuk kiz. bisikletten dusup sumuklu burunun agzina dogru arkarken " bir daha asla bisiklete binmiceeem" diye bagirisinda ben vardim. gece yatmadan once annenin verdigi o balli sutu gizlice geri doktugunde o sutte ben vardim. herkes oynamaya ciktiginda evde kalip yapistigin pencere bendim. sakin bana bilmedigini soyleme kucuk kiz, ben hep seninleydim. ama simdi ayrilmaliyiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cunku ben artik kucuk degilim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellerim nasir tuttu ve kulaklarim git gide buyuyor. cildimin neden boyle sararip soldugunu anlamiyorum, sigaradan olsa gerek. gozlerim bozuldu, artik seni izleyemiyorum. kimbilir nasil uyuyorsundur simdi. yorgana nasil sarildigini gorur gibiyim. ah son bir kez sende beni gorebilseydin keske kucuk kiz, oyle yapayalnizim ki yavasca curudugumu hissediyorum. ayaklarimin gun gecktikce beni pencereye tasimakta zorlandigini goruyorum, kimbilir belki yakinda bu yataktan cikamam bile. belki o vakit ziyaretime gelirsin, ellerinde ciceklerle, saclarin yagmurdan islanmis. belki yoklugum hatirlatir beni sana. hatirlayip ozlersin bir gun. tozlu bir raftan bez bebeklerini cikarip ic gecirirsin eski gunlere. sakin uzulme, olur mu kucuk kiz? henuz cok tazesin, bunlarin hic birini dusunmemelisin. oynayamayacaksak ne olmus yani? dunyanin sonu degil ya. ben hep seninleyim, her nefesinde, herseyde..&lt;br /&gt;sarildigin yorgan benim, giydigin kazak benim, o cok begendigin pembe ayakkabilar bile benim. korkmana gerek yok, ayrilsak bile seni birakiyor degilim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aciktigini hissediyorum sanki. oyle mi kucuk kiz? sana kurabiye yaptirip yollatacagim. camin kenarina da sutumu hazir ettim, beraber yiyelim olur mu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lutfen darilma kucuk kiz. daha cok sohbetlerimiz olacak. bir yere kactigim yok. buyuduysem bile seni daha cok sevebilmek icindir. buyuduysem bile seni korumak icindir. buyuduysem seni buyutebilmek icindir. anla beni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simdi almaya geliyorlarmis beni. sesleri duydum. evet gidiyorum ben simdi. arada bir gokyuzune baktiginda beraber sarki soyleriz anlastik mi? her zaman yanindayim, korkma.&lt;br /&gt;uslu dur kucuk kiz.&lt;br /&gt;guclu ol kucuk kiz.&lt;br /&gt;hepsini herkesi yenecegiz.&lt;br /&gt;birlikte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2612792721929181925?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2612792721929181925/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2612792721929181925' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2612792721929181925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2612792721929181925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/07/kucuk-kiz.html' title='kucuk kiz.'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-5594314562243497464</id><published>2009-05-17T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:38:37.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Were you strong enough? To keep this still even though you’re going through hurricanes and winds? To see the reality hidden under an appearance? Or to understand us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you weren’t. I bet your friend, No, I mean my ex-friend and your newly girlfriend wasn’t either. Happy Halloween, We’re all in our costumes, visiting every door in our neighbourhood. Hello, My Name is Johnny, I am 16 years old, living in California, Me and my skater friends, we enjoy our time by skating around and meeting cute girls, having beach parties. Sounds a bit fake, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you weren’t strong enough. You were lost in the fog. And I stood still, facing natural disasters, all kinds of hurricanes, all kinds of rain and snow till I stop feeling my fingertips. I froze to death, my pants were wet and my eyelids became like a crystal ice. My hair was all over me, my hair flew away from my head, leaving my empty thoughts all left behind. Even my thoughts were alone. Who cares about me at this point…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you weren’t strong enough. I bet you were heartless enough to not to care. Thanks for your understanding, yes I am feeling very well. I am feeling very well with my invisible footprints, all wandering around your house. Some teardrops, I forgot at your place, may I pick them up sometime? Oh and if it’s not a problem, please hug me for once, at least this time frankly. Just leaving, Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you weren’t strong enough. We sat by the seaside, or the lonely parks near your place. Kids avoiding our beers, with a smiling face, we stood to be real. Carved wooden banks with lovers name, We sat in silence, Oh such a white silence, to cover our faces, back to black.&lt;br /&gt;And we wouldn’t touch, that would be disrespectful to our skins. I wouldn’t see you, you are a fog, I wouldn’t touch you, appearance is invisible and what you have under your skin is so doubtful, here this is the new stereotypes we’d create to see each other. Now you see me, now you don’t. And those laces under our skins, so tight and strict, hurt a lot. Even if I run to you, I’d tumble and fall. My face in mud, and our beers getting warmer. We sat in silence, oh such a white silence, to cover our faces. Indeed, I am incurable. You weren’t strong enough, I broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you weren’t strong enough. Can you lift me up in the air? All this weight pulling me down to earth, I am so fat, I am so heavy, my mind fails in gravitation. It gets heavier in time to carry, what you have on your shoulders, what I have on my shoulders, to make us one. It gets heavier in time, that we were just silhouettes. Don’t even ask me what I feel, blurry from my vision as if life was a kill. Don’t ask me what I feel because I can’t feel you in her arms. You are in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you weren’t strong enough. Wrapped up in cold and grass, rolling over the hills, you make a great pose. With your brand new shades and green eyes matching your shirt, what a cruel boy. Mud is what we are made of, I tell you, yes that is us. And mud over our faces as we fade away, once again in lust. This won’t take so long. Let me go out in the shining sun light, feeling as If I was white, my eyes in their right places and my hands cold enough to make sun suffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you weren’t strong enough. May I touch you? Hello, we are the funky ones. We are fancy, we are new. Exposing no lies, We are plain. As If we are just a story to tell, not real. No feelings. No inspiration. Just a story to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-5594314562243497464?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/5594314562243497464/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=5594314562243497464' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5594314562243497464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5594314562243497464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-you-strong-enough-to-keep-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-4852325469424800559</id><published>2009-05-07T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:56:23.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ush Todays going in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be good.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm suffering from my back like hell. &lt;br /&gt;can't even walk or laugh. It HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did immunity system in biology class today.&lt;br /&gt;Me has Aidz. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to mention for the thousand time, &lt;br /&gt;I hate physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really want a hug now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry and I want coke.&lt;br /&gt;totally on my crybaby day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mejbi bejbi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-4852325469424800559?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/4852325469424800559/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4852325469424800559' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4852325469424800559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4852325469424800559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/05/ush-todays-going-in-wrong-direction.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6408457513007465482</id><published>2009-05-05T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T03:13:56.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I have my physics exam this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Normally I should have been studying instead of writing a blog entry. Still, you know how easily I get bored. Besides, I hate physics. Literally. Hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making plans about my birthday. We kinda arranged the party. Now next thing, the guest list. It will be unlimited drink + kareoke + starters. No meal. No thats so much confusing all we have. Coctail style is better. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm becoming 18. Should be a pretty big deal but I'm not excited at all. Its just 18. Everyone gets to 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm bored of writing blog too.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Go&lt;br /&gt;Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6408457513007465482?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6408457513007465482/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6408457513007465482' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6408457513007465482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6408457513007465482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-1276064317196825867</id><published>2009-04-29T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:01:15.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Robot.</title><content type='html'>as the visions in their eyes, with some whiskey and some drugs&lt;br /&gt;gets numb and numb in contact, and i dont look, i dont look into their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;their hands were shaking, so was mine. and we just sat in brief silence&lt;br /&gt;and listened some radio music with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;rain dropping to our window and by getting warmer, we melt.&lt;br /&gt;just sat in brief silence, and we melt through the hours we spent.&lt;br /&gt;useless as it is, to me it was past, still useless to most of us&lt;br /&gt;so we spent all the time and money we had, since we're left useless.&lt;br /&gt;we called death upon us, with unheard whispers and neglicted thoughts in our little damaged brains. one of us said it once, that we were empty, empty of us all with some space and air, just empty as thoughts as our body got hollow.&lt;br /&gt;and holes in our eyes with the functional looks we got, we stared empty.&lt;br /&gt;it was a stricted thought that we got, we had to pass it all.&lt;br /&gt;theorically, none of us did. but i managed somehow, to find the courage in me, and follow it till the path gets darker and my vision gets settled. I saw it all clear, that the situation was giving me no chance to survive. so I broke my thumb and got rid of the handcuffs which they tied me up here, alone and cold, my skin with fragile flakes on it, and my lips getting icy. I could smell the salt on my nose, and I could taste the sour on my lips. My tongue got tied up, and I cut it.&lt;br /&gt;My hands started to tremble and I cut it.&lt;br /&gt;My hair was all around, hanging out, so I cut it.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were staring and numb, So I took them off.&lt;br /&gt;I continued till I was unable to.&lt;br /&gt;as the visions in their eyes, with some whiskey and some drugs&lt;br /&gt;fixed on me to watch my every second, and In darkness I saw,&lt;br /&gt;what I was facing before they touched me.&lt;br /&gt;their eyes fixed on me, their staring got irritating, and I got high&lt;br /&gt;so high that I couldn't think, what this was all about.&lt;br /&gt;what this was all about.&lt;br /&gt;pull me aside, examine my senses.&lt;br /&gt;my senses are gone, I cut them all,&lt;br /&gt;my tongue my ears my nose my hands and my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I plugged them out.&lt;br /&gt;System is falling down.&lt;br /&gt;Theres a fatal error.&lt;br /&gt;System is collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;over there, over here, there there and here here.&lt;br /&gt;pieces everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;some level1 warning before it shuts down;&lt;br /&gt;Oil is Lacking. Insufficient Oil. Please purchase some Oil for your Robot.&lt;br /&gt;Uush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-1276064317196825867?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/1276064317196825867/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=1276064317196825867' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1276064317196825867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1276064317196825867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-robot.html' title='I Am A Robot.'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-5802436033074641028</id><published>2009-04-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:51:35.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just Like A Pill!!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Well this entry will be in english so ida can read it too. she was complaining about my last couple ones coz i wrote so long and in turkish that she didnt get a word of it.&lt;br /&gt;so Helloe?&lt;br /&gt;or wait, i gotta finish this song first.&lt;br /&gt;ok done. also updated my kent topic on some forum since im the editor of it.&lt;br /&gt;Joakim Berg made an announcement on kent.nu, saying that the 8th album is on the way. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still listening "Just Like A Pill". Dunno It really suits me right now. And dunno either where i get stuck to the old songs. they are just old. shouldnt we move forward to new ones? i did. but it bored awhile then too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch&lt;br /&gt;I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes being a little bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get outta here, where I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill&lt;br /&gt;You keep makin' me ill "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hour is a bit late so i cant sing along, but i have my new headphones, SKULLCANDY!, yeah i know i had that before but then it was broken so i got a new one today. It's making me feel the music just inside of me. like theres a concert in my brain. so effective. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what was my point by telling this. &lt;br /&gt;So I've been stressed for last 2 weeks or so and I will be for the next 2 weeks too. Its the exam week and stuff, and Im almost failing from every subject. pretty dangerous for my sweden trip. yeah im making a huge deal of it. im not dork or anything like it but just for sweden i keep studying. otherwise i wouldnt give a fuck probably. who cares if i fail? i dont have those fancy going to college in us type of dreams. i just wanna finish this goddamn high school and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I sounded a bit teenage-ish. Im stopping right here. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 04:30 now. Time passes quickly. I'm talking to Andreas. and he says that im so cute that he wants to pinch my cheek. I told him that this is pretty turkish in a way. how would he know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Also missed Ida so much. like talking bullshit and pretending like we're lil niggaz down the hood, and also talking about boys and her mom and stress and everything. I just miss talking to ida for hours. and I know you're probably reading this, so jaa, jag saknar dig min lilla skvallerkärring :( I just feel like we dont have the time to talk so long as we used have. I hope I can fix this when I'm in sweden. Coming to your birthday bitch! hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that somebody would be here for me to sing "bir küçücük aslancık varmış" to me. Thats an old turkish child song. My mom used to sing it for me. Thats my fav song. And also, that person could play with my hair too. I need free-hugs. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run. I wanna escape from everything. Except some people. But Its like I wanna get rid of this right now. I mean school. I wanna go somewhere else. some other country with some other people that I dont know, and some other language. I know that I could fit in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance halls in their faces and beer in their smiles" stereotype characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im reading a book called "Doctor Salt" by Gerard Donovan. He is the writer of "Schopenhauer's Telescope". Its a pretty good book actually. It doesnt bore you from the first page. I definetely recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I found new new kent pictures. they are really cool. I'll post 2 of them at the end of this entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about summer and I cant wait for it. Kevin and Caleb is also coming to turkey to see me! YAY. We'll go wild. 3 of us is too much for istanbul. Hopefully, they'll stay at my place? (not sure about that yet, didnt ask mom) and I'll have the chance to tease Caleb for 24/7 and take mom-care of kevin for 24/7. If hes feeling sick or suffering from his neck. hehez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just Like A Pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im running out of cigarettes. In my opinion, an UFO will come tonight to my room and they'll suck me from my bed and take me back to venus where I Belong. And I'll command the driver of the UFO to also take simon from öland with me. So all my wishes will come true. Other Earth-Creatures can continue playing street fighter by that time. I believe they have the better version of it in Venus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have problems. Really, I can tell. No, Im not talking about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whipppppplasshh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I gotta finish this thing now. Seems pretty long. Long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pusspuss kiddoz.&lt;br /&gt;GNight. G Style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Kent Photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/20069009/Kent+bow_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 226px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/20069009/Kent+bow_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And My Fav One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/20068399/Kent+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 336px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/20068399/Kent+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-5802436033074641028?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/5802436033074641028/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=5802436033074641028' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5802436033074641028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5802436033074641028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-like-pill-well-this-entry-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-1728979900546747316</id><published>2009-03-28T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:51:48.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>titre benimle.</title><content type='html'>sana tüm yakıştırdıklarımdan çok daha fazlası yada çok daha azıydın belki de. benim kalıplarıma göre büyümüştün içimde. kendimi koskoca bir yalan ilan ettim, sen ise benim tek gerçeğimdin. hayır, doğru söylemiyorum. sen hiç gözlerimi okumuyorsun benim. sandığımdan çok daha fazlasıyım belki de, herşey yetersizdi sevgimizde. küçüklüğümde hissettiğim bir film sahnesiydi sevgi benim için. işte o filmde robot bir çocuğun insan bir anneye duyduğu saf ve katıksız sevgiydi. onun için gerçek bir çocuk olmaya çalışmasıydı benim hayat serüvenim. dedim ya, sadece bir filmdi, bunu yaşamıyoruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sende tüm istediklerim korkutucuydu belki de, korkup kaçtım. hazır değildim yeniden sorumluluk almaya, kendimi sakladım. şimdi bir defa, yalnızca dur ve gözlerimi oku, konuşmaktan yoruluyorum. ne istiyorum böyle, kaçıyorsun. lütfen beni bırakıp gitme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kendimi şartladım buna, bu kader. bu bizim bir parçamız olmalı, işte biz böyle olmalıyız, kendimi şartladım bir kere ben. oysa sana tüm yakıştırdıklarımdan çok daha azısın bence. izle beni, rol yapıyorum. gerçek olamayacak kadar mekaniğim, bak bana gülüyorum. biliyordun, biliyordum ve biliyorduk ki ben sevgi taşıyamayacak kadar soğuğum. inanma, sana söylenen hiçbirşeye, yalnızca burada duralım bir kaç dakika daha ve titre benimle. bedenimin soğukluğu ellerinden başlasın seni sarmaya. yüzün donuklaşacak, görüyorum ve gözlerin tıpkı benimkiler gibi birer yalancı. titriyoruz. bu bir ritm değil, düzensizlik tüm bu düşüncelerimiz. sen benim değilmişsin zaten, çek git. kendi kabuğunda çürüyen bir cevizim ben. bana bu benzetmeleri nereden bulduğumu sorma, haydi çek git. sende bana benziyordun aslında.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-1728979900546747316?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/1728979900546747316/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=1728979900546747316' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1728979900546747316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/1728979900546747316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/03/titre-benimle.html' title='titre benimle.'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2103587643862334165</id><published>2009-03-01T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:27:15.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehe meraba.&lt;br /&gt;yine orda olmadığını ve her zamanki gibi bilgisayarı açık bırakıp gittiğini biliyorum.&lt;br /&gt;artık bunu tespit etme konusunda uzmanlaştım :]o yüzden&lt;br /&gt;monolog yazıcam. bazen kendi kendine konuşmak da zevkli oluyor bence.&lt;br /&gt;hatta benim icin her zaman böyle bu. neden bilmiyorum, sanki kendi kendimin arkadaşı gibiyim. aslında biliyorum. zamanında yalnız kaldığım bi dönem olmustu pek arkadasım yoktu. o zamanlar hic evden cıkmazdım. hep kendi başımdaydım. o zaman başladım ilk kendi kendime konuşmaya. aslında baya komik oluyordu. kendi söylediğim şeylerle dalga falan da geçiyordum. hani outloud şeklinde yapınca bunu, sanki iki kişi karşılıklı konuşuyormuş gibi oluyordu.&lt;br /&gt;terasta oturup sabahladığım günler saat 6 civarı daha kimse uyanmamışken sıkıntıdan manzara karşısında içtiğim kahvemle türlü türlü monologlar üretiyordum. hatta bunlardan birinin bir keresinde ses kaydını da aldım :D duruyor mu bilmiyorum ama. terastaki çiçeklere kargalar dadanıyordu. onlara küfrediyodum falan, bi sürü saçma replik doluydu. aslında yazarlık yönün varsa, veya yazar olmak istiyorsan falan, bu çok yararlı bir şey. geçen gün size gelirken de yolda hep kendi kendime konuşup durdum. resmen kendimle sohbet ederek geldim (mp3 playerın şarjı bitmişti). hatta dedim ki insanlar neden kendi kendine konuşan insanlara deli gözüyle bakarlar ki? aslında bu çok süper bir yetenek. her insan kendi kendine yetemez. tek yönlü insanlar söyledikleri şeylere öbür bir yönden cevap veremezler. ve özellikle outloud şeklinde konuştuğunda düşüncelerini dışardan duymak başka bir etki yaratır, bilmezler. bence kendi kendine konuşmak delilik falan değil, aksine daha üstün bişey. kendinle sohbet etmek. şey gibi.. "hey lil guy, whatsup?" diye kendine sormak mesela. çok eğlenceli değil mi:D bence öyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesela kendi kendine konuşmak en çok yemek yaparken görülür insanlarda. çünkü bu televizyondaki yemek programlarının insana yüklediği bir özelliktir. "evet şimdi biberlerimizi de koyuyoruuz. sen biraz kayna ben o arada bir sigara içeyim". yemekle konuşan kadınlar. "oy oy oy bugün ne güzel açmışsın sen öyle yerini sevdin galiba?? dur biraz sulayayım seni" çiçekle konuşan kadınlar. "koş oğlum tut bakalım. akıllı oğlum benim" "aa niye tırmalıyorsun be? neye alındın yine nankör! biz seni o kadar besleyelim sen tırmala.. naptım ki sana!" (bkz.ersin karabulut) hayvanlarla konuşan insanlar. hani bunlar varken kendinle konuşmak bence en süperidir. en azından konuştuğun kişiden cevap alabiliyorsun &lt;br /&gt;hey naz bugün nasılsın dostum?&lt;br /&gt;ov yea adamım çok sıkılıyorum senden naber&lt;br /&gt;alkfjsakl hadi o beyaz kıçını kaldırda biraz dağıtalım &lt;br /&gt;eveeeeeeeeet! &lt;br /&gt;*müzik son ses açılır*&lt;br /&gt;*garip güneş gözlükleri veya aksesuarlar takılır*&lt;br /&gt;*anne baba ignore*&lt;br /&gt;*kardeş uzaklaştırılır*&lt;br /&gt;*PARTEEEY!*&lt;br /&gt;mesela bu en eğlencelisi :D bide kendi kendime şarkı söylemeyi çok seviyorum. hani bu şey gibidir; kendi kendine söylediğinde sesin güzel gelir. dersin ki "oha aslında sesim o kadar da kötü değil lan benim" beğenirsin kendini. şöyle bi gurur duyarsın. etrafta kimse olmadığı için biraz daha bağırmaya başlarsın falan. ama sonra başkasının yanında söyleyince direk sesini daha net duymaya başlayıp utanırsın. yada bana öyle oluyor. sarhoş olduğumda deli gibi bağırarak şarkı söyleyebiliyorum. ama normalde çok utanıyorum insanların önünde söylemeye. bi keresinde şan hocası konser yapmıştı işte, orada bi aria söyleyecektim. opera falan yani düşün çüş diyorum kendime şimdi. neyse onu söylediğimde o kadar da kötü değildim gibi gelmişti sahnede. hatta inince herkes oha çok güzeldi naz tebrikler falan demişti. iyi hissetmiştim bende. sonra annemlerin çektiği video kaydından izleyince kendimi "ohaaa felaketmişim! insanlar bunu mu beğendi! manyakmısınız bu ben olamaaam!" falan diye çığlıklar atmaya başlamıştım. belki de video kalitesiyle alakalıdır diyerek kendimi avutmaya çalışıyorum. ama biliyorum ki kendim dışımda kimseye sesim güzel gelmiyor bence. her ne kadar bugün nisan sesimin cok güzel olduğunu söylese ve zamanında berklerde kalırken yazın (beraber tatile çıkmıştık batı berk ben dilara falan böyle ve o gece rakı içmiştik böyle kafamız güzel vs. batıyla mp3ten şarkı dinleyip bağırarak söylüyoduk) berk sesimin çok güzel olduğunu söylese de kendimi buna ikna edemiyorum nedense. çok utanç verici. ben mi acaba kendime güvenmiyorum bilmem ki… insanların önünde dans edemem. şarkı söyleyemem. kendi fotoğraflarımı çekemem. piyano çalarken hep yanlış bir tuşa basarım. ama kendi kendimeyken, herşey mükemmel. çok garip değil mi. sadece yanında birinin nefes aldığını hissetmen hepsini değiştiriyor mesela. İrkiliyorsun. niye öyle oluyor ki. &lt;br /&gt;hani insanlar neden kendilerini birine beğendirme çabasına girer ki.. kompleksleniyor insan direk böyle. mesela şu konuda da hep olur; birşey yazarım, o an çok içimden gelerek yazarım... çoğu zaman gecenin melankolisine kapılıp yazdığımdandır.. ama sonra başkasına birşey okutmam gerektiğinde yazımı tekrar okurum ve beğenmem&lt;br /&gt;"oha çok çocukça olmuş. oha burdaki geçiş hiç olmamış. oha ben artık böyle düşünmüyorum ki? çok mu emo olmuş lan?" derim. çoğu zaman yazdığım hiçbirşeyi beğenmem. aslında bu iyi birşey. insan kendini geliştiriyor. yaptığın işte mükemmelliyetçi olmalısın ki daha iyisini yapmaya gayret gösteresin. ama işte çok mükemmelliyetçi olunca da hiç bir zaman sanki o hedeflediğin şeye ulaşıp tatmin olamıyorsun gibi. hmm bu da başka bir bakış açısı tabi, böyle bakınca üzülüyor insan. "hüüğ" ifadesi oluştu yüzümde. sırf bu yüzden artık pek yazamıyorum. yani yazmayı deniyorum arada bir, sonra beğenmeyip atıyorum bi köşeye. 1 senedir koskoca kitabın anca 6 bölümünü yazabildim. nasıl bir tembellik nasıl bir beğenmemezlikse bu! 6 bölüm ya! 6 bölüm dediğim de hani.. 35 sayfa falan eder heralde kitap olarak basılsa. öyle uzun uzun bir 6 bölüm de değil yani. içimde böyle alarm veren bi köşe var. bu aralar o alarm sürekli devrede; sürekli hatırlatıyor&lt;br /&gt;"naz yazı yaz!"&lt;br /&gt;"yazı yaz!"&lt;br /&gt;"yaz bişeyler!"&lt;br /&gt;"uyuma hadi bi kahve yap kalk yaz!"&lt;br /&gt;"şimdi yazmalısın bak! şuanda yazabilirsin!"&lt;br /&gt;"hadi naz yazabilirsin biraz düşünmen yeter!"&lt;br /&gt;sürekli uyarı veriyor böyle. yazmamı söylüyor. ama sonra yazamıyorum nedense. oha yazamamak çok kötü bişey. alışkanlık edinmişsen baya eksikliğini hissediyorsun. sanırım yazarlar için en kötü şeydir yazamamak. sürekli stres topu şeklinde dolaşıyorsun. öehehe =D neyse bu konu sıkmıştır seni&lt;br /&gt;başka bir şeyden konuşalım (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugün hava çok güzeldi değil mi? bir an için yaz geliyor sandım. bu yağmurlu soğuklar çok üşüttü beni, yaz gelsin artık. kısa kollularımı giymek istiyorum. tekrardan istediğim renge boyayabilmek istiyorum saçımı. hem okul da olmayacak… bütün günlerimi tembellik içinde geçirebilicem. sabaha kadar oturup kahve içerek sürekli yazabilicem. konsantrasyonumu dağıtan çok fazla şey olmayacak.&lt;br /&gt;biliyormusun, yaz geldiğinde hayatımdaki insanların %70i yok oluyor. hiç konuşmuyorum onlarla yaz boyunca. ne onlar beni arıyor ne de ben onları. yokmuşuz gibi sanki. canım sıkıldığında hadi gel dışarı çıkalım diyebileceğim insanların sayısı 10 a falan düşüyor. bende o yüzden pek dışarı çıkmıyorum zaten (: sonra eylül geliyor kış geliyor tekrar ortaya çıkıyor o insanlar. garip. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bide şey böyle punkımsı müzikler dinleyince screamo falan. içimdeki o kaykay aşkı kabarıyor hep. hep şöyle adam gibi kayabilmek istiyodum. ama hep bıraktım. üstüne çok düşmedim. bu sefer kesin karar verdim. çalışıcam! hatta en baştan başlicam. pateni yapabiliyorsam ( ki gayet rail falan olaylarına girmiştim en son ama daha fazla ilerlersem bi yerime bişey olucak diye bıraktım )  kaykayı da yapabilirim! en baştan başlicam. yeni deck yeni trucklar falan alıcam. baya güzel şeyler alıcam. para biriktiricem. sipariş edicem amerikadan! altına da isveç bayrağı çizicem hatta! sonra başlicam işte. havalar güzelleşsin. okulda basketbol sahasında falan çalışırım en kötü. bana spot mu yok hayret bişey. ama bi tane de kaykay arkadaşı bulmalıyım sanırım. hani böyle çok iyi olmayan yeni öğrenmek isteyen birilerini bulmalıyım. çok iyi olanların karşısında utanırım (çok utangaç bi yapım var sanırım :A) yapamam yapamayınca ezik hissederim kendimi. böyle benle beraber başlasın birileri. birbirmizi gaza getirelim. her fırsatta çıkıp kayalım. yeni yeni spotlar keşfedelim. sabaha kadar dustin dollin videoları falan izleyelim. kafayı yiyelim böyle lfjsalkfa&lt;br /&gt;hayatımda bişeyi böyle pes etmeden başarmak istiyorum ya:D yüzüyordum, okul yüzünden bıraktım. konservatuara gidiyodum mezun olunca bıraktım devam etmedim (okul ) işte ne biliyim sanki herşey başarısızlıkla sonuçlanmış gibi, daha doğrusu yarım kalmış gibi.. bide bu hani kücüklüümden beri baya istediim biseydi. icindeki o enerjiyi atıyosun. ayrıca cok zevkli evet zevkli değil mi? bence cok eğlenceli. istiyosam yapmalıyım bence. evet kendi kendimi gaza getiricem. the used açtım oh. ne bicim heycanlanıyo insan ihihihi :D tüm hareketlerin nasıl yapıldığını zaten biliyorum. sadece çalışmam gerek! evet be işte bu :D oha ne biçim gaza geldim:A aslfkjsklfjaskfasf ne kadar da uzun bir monolog yazmışım. şimdi en baştan bakınca. gerçekten okumaya üşeniceksin bunu. ama eğer okursan bana mesaj at olur mu? okuduğunu bileyim (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugün kumpir yedim ama sanma ki böyle devam edicem. bugün tekrardan rejime başlama kararı verdim. spor da yapıcam kaykay da yapıcam fitness da yapıcam mekik de çekicem rejim de yapıcam. OH ULAN GERI DÖNDÜM BEN GELIYORUUUUUUUM! :A lakfjsaklfa  bide nisan dans kursuna mı başlasak falan dedi, böyle garip robot dansları falan yapabilsem aslında çok zevkli diilmi  lkasfjklas ama gitmicem ben onunla dans kursuna, annem önce derslerine çalış diyo bana hep huf: önce ders önce ders nereye kadar bunalıyorum o öyle dedikçe. ama haklı. artık iyice yurtdışı düşünmeye başladım ve amerika/kanada/almanya 3lüsünden biri olacak. ders çalışmalıyım! i caught fire in your eyeees dıbıdıbıdıp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2103587643862334165?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2103587643862334165/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2103587643862334165' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2103587643862334165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2103587643862334165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/03/ehe-meraba.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2599327084279460972</id><published>2009-02-14T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:08:58.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Bekle, sigaralarımız bitsin önce…” dedi.&lt;br /&gt;Sonra durdu, uzun uzun hayaller kurdu belki de, bir nefes aldı ve “sigaralarımız bitsin, sonra terk ederiz burayı” dedi. Sanki birer silüet gibiydik. Sigaralarımız bitecekti ve gecenin bastıran karanlığıyla bizde dumanına karışacaktık.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evet, belki de hiç anlayamamıştım tesadüflerin tutarsızlığını. Küçük bir çocuk gibi kapıldım coşkuna ve ben hiç anlayamadım nasıl karşılaştığımızı. Bir oyun muydu bu içinde olmamız gereken? Tek perdelik bir kovalamaca? Yoksa kader dedikleri miydi beni bu kadar heycanlandıran? Zamanın yetersizliğinde silinecek miydi bizim yüzlerimizde? Yoksa gözlerimiz mi kalacaktı sadece boş boş bakan? Yağmurlarla yıkanacak mıydı tenimiz, soğuk ayazda kuruyacak ve buz kesecek miydi ellerimiz? &lt;br /&gt;Yoksa sen beni ısıtabilir misin?&lt;br /&gt;Isıtabilir misin beni, ellerimi, bu dönmedolap kalbimi..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdeydik? Nerdeydik biz, neden gidiyorsun şimdi? Birkaç sigara daha içsek, birkaç kez daha sarılsak olmaz mı? “Dur, henüz tamamlanmadım. Dur, gitme, henüz alışamadım”… Bağırmayı çok isterdim arkandan, boş ve kirli kaldırımlar her adımında seni yutuyormuşcasına alıp götürürken… Belki de binlerce cümle, binlerce kelime. Bağırmayı çok isterdim arkandan. Ama bir noktaydım, Konuşamadım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her şey durmuşcasına… ve bizde durduk; bekledik zamanın önümüzden geçip gitmesini. Sordun; “saçların hep böyle düz müydü senin?” Evet, seninleyken hep yerçekimine yenik düştüm. Uçacaktık, ama ben gözlerinde kayboldum. Uçacaktık, ama ellerin ellerime değdi. Uçacaktık, ama sen masanın öbür ucundaydın. Ve yer çekimine yenik düştük, önce kollarım ağırlaştı, sonra kirpiklerim. Ve aşağı çekildikçe, bir ip misali, saçlarım da düzleşti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dur, gitme. Şimdi dans etmeliydik. Bir çamaşır makinesinin içinde, sabaha kadar dönmeliydik. Dur, gitme. Şimdi biz çok daha fazlasıydık.&lt;br /&gt;Köşeleri olmayan bir şekil, köpüren bir bira, habersiz yollanan bir mektup, beyaz bir gül, bir iyi geceler öpücüğü ve 3 mesaj.&lt;br /&gt;Dur, Şimdi biz çok daha fazlasıydık.&lt;br /&gt;Şimdi çok daha fazlasıyız.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2599327084279460972?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2599327084279460972/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2599327084279460972' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2599327084279460972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2599327084279460972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/02/bekle-sigaralarmz-bitsin-once-dedi.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6498666955774898364</id><published>2009-02-08T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:45:08.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Raund</title><content type='html'># should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements even if it leads nowhere? #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesim çıkmıyor sanki. artık sesim çıkmıyor ve bir zamanlar gerçekten çok güzel bir sesim vardı. artık insan içinde şarkı söylemiyorum, kimse duymasın benim sesimi. sadece kısık ihtiyaçlar için var benim sesim, "naber?", "bende yorgunum", "yemek yiyelim mi?", "ee adın ne?", "şunu uzatırmısın?", "görüşürüz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve anlamamakta ısrarcılar bazen, sanki her seferinde yepyeni bir şarkıya yetecekmişim gibi, "hadi bize bir şarkı söyle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ama ne söyleyebilirim ki, artık şarkılar benim sözlerimden uzaklaşmışsa, sesim o ton dışında her tonda kaybolmuşsa ve sözlerin doğruluğu artık insanı onların içinde yuvarlanmak için yeteri derecede tatmin etmemeye başlamışsa, benden hangi şarkıyı istiyorsunuz ki ben onu içten söyleyim? yok öyle birşey. şarkı falan kalmadı, eve gidiyoruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve ikinci raunda geldiğimizde, aynı senaryo.&lt;br /&gt;bence hiçbirşey değişmiyor ki biz ilerleyelim. yine bir aşk hikayesi mesela, yine bir sokak çıkmazı. önce heycanlı günler, gece yatarken sürekli aynı şeylerin beynimde çamaşır makinesinde dönercesine yuvarlanması, sonra bir kaç gün daha, sesimin çıkmamaya başladığı, ve kısıklaşıyor görüntüler de hislerle beraber.&lt;br /&gt;kıskaç kapandığında içinde mi yoksa dışında mı kalıcam bilmiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bir kere içinde kaldım şuana kadar, yada bir kaç kez paçamı kaptırdım ama dışarı çıkabilmiştim, ben dışarı çıkabildim. acı çekmedim değil, yüzüm bulanıklaştı. ama bence hepsi aynı senaryoydu şimdikiyle ve ileride olacaklarla aynı. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve ikinci raunda geldiğimizde, aynı senaryo.&lt;br /&gt;evet hiçbirşey değişmiyor, aynı başarısızlıklar aynı çabalar. &lt;br /&gt;insanlar şikayet ediyor, insanlar kendileri çok mükemmelmişcesine şikayet ediyorlar benden. neyi yanlış yaptım ki? neyi doğru yaptım ki? fark. &lt;br /&gt;yazılı ifadelerde başarılı değilmişim, matematikte başarılı değilmişim, hesaplamalar bana göre değilmiş, insanlar şikayet ediyor, onları 2+2=5 diye tanımladığımda. &lt;br /&gt;insanlar şikayet ediyor onları harflere sığdıramadığımda. &lt;br /&gt;insanlar şikayet ediyor aslında sadece bir kaç nokta ve virgülden ibaret olduklarını öğrendiklerinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve ikinci raunda geldiğimizde, belki de biraz değişmiştir.&lt;br /&gt;artık umutsuz bakışlarla boş gözler var karşımda, yine olduğum yere tıkanacağıma dair. oysa ki belki de herşey mavidir. herşey kocaman bir mavidir, üzerimize düştüğünde bizi de boyar. belki de benim ellerim artık soğuk değildir, ve kırmızı olduğumuz için acırız birbirmize. &lt;br /&gt;evet beni itekliyorlar, ilerle dercesine, sanki onların yolları benim ayaklarımın altındaymışcasına. herkesin gideceği yolu ben tıkamışım sanki, "evet ilerle daha ne bekliyorsun?"&lt;br /&gt;ben çekilmek istiyorum, bence kutumdan küçük açıcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve renkler.&lt;br /&gt;bence çok hoş şeyler, renkler, dondurma renkleri, rengarenk rujlar, bonibonlar, şekerler, renkler, ışıklar, renkli ışıklar, yatak örtüleri, renkli yastıklar, rengarenk gözler, eller, mavi eller, renkli perdeler, soluk camlar, pencereler, renkli yağmur taneleri, rengarenk güneş. renkler bence çok hoş şeyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikilemler.&lt;br /&gt;üçlemeler. evet arada kalırsınız bazen 6 kişinin bazen 5 kişinin bazense sadece 2 kişinin arasında kalmak kötüdür, arada kalmak insanı sıkıştırır ve aslında bunu hissetmek isteyen kimse olduğunu sanmıyorum, iki arkadaş arasında, iki seçim arasında, arada kalmak. arada arada arada kalmak.&lt;br /&gt;in between. pull me aside, keep me alive keep me breathing, pull me aside, squeeze me, I am juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bi süre önce biri bana kendimi rahat hissettiğim dilde yazılar yazmam gerektiğini söylemişti. bunu isveççe bir şiir yazdığımı söylemem üzerine söylemişti ama şuanda düşündüğümde kendi dilimin ne olduğunu bilmiyorum sanki.&lt;br /&gt;artık kelimeleri tükettim mi yoksa yeni mi öğreniyorum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tekrardan balıklama atlamayı?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6498666955774898364?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6498666955774898364/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6498666955774898364' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6498666955774898364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6498666955774898364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-raund.html' title='2nd Raund'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6935300483903659978</id><published>2009-01-19T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:58:27.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avslutning Av Bräcklig</title><content type='html'>Durmuştu. Artık güçsüzleşmiş bedeni onu daha ileriye götüremiyordu. Buz kesmiş gözlerinden önündeki su birikintisine düşen yansımasını görebiliyordum. Kendine buruk bir gülümsemeyle bakıyor ve kendinden geriye kalan tek somut şeye, görüntüsüne tutunmaya çalışıyordu. Çaresiz olduğunu biliyordum, fakat bilmeme rağmen o; inatla bunu reddediyor ve her seferinde boş umutlarıyla bir daha inanmaya çalışıyordu. Tükenen hayatından bir çıkış yolu bulup kendini yeniden tamamlayabileceğine, eksiklerini tanımlayabileceğine ve kendine dair yepyeni bir karakter tanıtabileceğine inanmak istiyordu. Sanki tüm yaşanmışlıkları silebilirmiş gibi; bir kitap yazıp onun buruşuk sayfalarına güvenmek istiyordu. Daha da ötesinde, aslında sadece “güvenmek” istiyordu; neye olduğunun da bir önemi kalmamıştı. Şuana kadar hep kalabalık içinde yalnız olan, hep bundan kaçıp sıyrılmaya çalışan bağımsız kadındı o. Yüzündeki ifade taş duvarları anımsatır misali güçlü ve sertti. Ancak oynadığı bu rol sona erdiğinde kendi içindeki kırılgan kadınla yapayalnız kalmıştı şimdi. Öyle yalnızdı ki, yalnızlığı onu hep nefret ettiği kalabalıklara karışmaya zorluyordu. İşte böyle tanıştık, bir yalnızlığın kıyısında o, kalabalıktan kaçarken bende takılıp takip eden oldum. Ve şimdi, uzun sürmeyen bu kaçışı bacaklarında biriken yorgunluğun komutuyla son bulmuş, arkası bana dönük şekilde usulca yere çökmüştü. Dizlerini kırdı ve kollarıyla kavrayarak dizlerine sıkıca sarıldı. Yüzünü gömdüğü teninde kesik ve derin nefeslerinden fırsat bulabildiğinde sessizce konuşmaya başladı. Yenilgisini yeni kabul edercesine, hayatı boyunca ne kadar güçlü, ne kadar dayanıklı olduğundan bahsetti. Gözlerindeki yabancılamadan bunları bana içindeki parçalanmayı gizlemek için anlattığını biliyordum. O; güzelliğinin yanı sıra, içinde kirlenmiş ve kırılmadan parçalara ayrılmıştı. Belki de bu yüzden görüntüsüne tutunuyor ve kendini kandırıyordu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayatında onlarca, yüzlerce, binlerce şeye değil; yalnızca bir şeye değer vermiş ve tüm başarısızlıklarıyla onu da kaybetmiş bir kadının buhranlarıyla karşı karşıyaydım. Kendi ıssızlığımla onu avutmaya çalışırken, aslında onu kendi kaybetmişliği ile daha çok yalnız bıraktığımı fark ettim. Göğüs kafesinden fırlamak, uçmak, haykırmak için tepinen bu kırık kalbi tutmak beni de kesikler içinde bırakacaktı. Farkındalığımın beni daha da çok kahretmesi, ona göre yalnızca bir taklitti. Çünkü ben ondan küçüktüm, daha tecrübesizdim ve aslında an itibariyle daha çok şeye sahiptim. Yeni başlangıçlarımda beni takip edecek acılı bir geçmişim yoktu. Sanki benim hayatım hiç yaşanmamış gibi temiz ve boş, yepyeni çiziklere açık beyaz bir sayfaydı. Ona göre o, karalanmış olan ve bende daha hiç kullanılmamış olandım. Onu anlamanın imkansız olduğunu ve çaresizliğine acıdığımı sanıyordu. Hayır, oysa ben, ona acımak bir yana, aslında ona imreniyordum. Onun karakteriyle, ona bürünmekten, dolanmaktan ve benzemekten korkmadan kendi içimde övünüyordum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir şeyleri kanıtlama çabasına girmişti. Hayatındaki tüm başarısızlıkların üstüne sanki bir şeyleri başarabileceğini ispatlamak istercesine meydan okuyordu kalan son gücüyle. Bakışlarında hırs, isyan ve hayal kırıklığı vardı. Bakışları yorgun ve soğuktu şimdi. Bardaki ışıklar olmayınca, gözleri sönükleşmişti. O fark edemeden onunla ilgili her şeyi okudum ben. Tanıştığımız bardaki aceleciliği onu ele veriyordu. Benimle ilgisi olmadığını biliyordum, o yalnızca kendine hala ne kadar umursamaz ve soğuk olabileceğini göstermeye çalışıyordu. İşte bu yüzden tanışmamızın hemen sonrasında içkilerimiz biter bitmez benimle yatmak istemiş ve kolumdan çektiği gibi bardan çıkmıştık. Oysa ki onun renkli kandırmacası müziğin durmasıyla son bulmuş; barın önündeki kaldırımda yine kendi kendini avlamıştı. Evet, bu onun oyunuydu ve ben yalnızca tek perdelik bir anlatıcıydım. Kendinden küçük bir erkekle barda tanışıp yatmaya çalışan kırık kadının anlatıcısı… Bana da ancak böyle bir rol yakışırdı zaten, kendi hayatımı durmadan silkeleyen, oyunlarının bir parçası olduğum sönük kadınlarla renkli oyunlar içinde kaybolan bir kadehlik şaraptım. Her zaman hafife alınmış ve kendini bana kanıtlamaya çalışan kadınlara karşılık kabuğuna çekilmiş sessiz dinleyiciydim. Hep bir hikayenin kırılma noktasındaymışım gibi izledim ve gördüklerim çocukluğumda izlediğim çamaşır makinesinin beynimde yarattığı dönme hissinden farksızdı. Çalkalandım, silkelendim, silindim ve tertemiz bir sayfada hep yeniden başladım. Ben geçmişi olmayan adamdım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani bir hareketle kısacık eteğini çekiştirerek ayağa kalktı. Kafası karışmış bir ifadeyle cümlelerini toparlamaya çalışıyor, kesik kelimelerle bütün bunların bir hata olduğundan bahsederek özür dilemeye çalışıyordu. Her zaman yaptığı gibi, işte bir başarısızlığında daha kaçacaktı. Arkasını dönüp adımlarını atmaya başladığında onu bu halde bırakamayacağımı fark ettim. Çelimsiz bir hamleyle kolundan tutup tek kelime etmeden onu otobüs durağına sürükledim ve gelen ilk otobüse onunla beraber bindim. Nereye gittiğimizi veya ne yapacağımı bilmiyordum fakat nedense içimden bir ses bu kadında tutunacak bir neden bulabileceğimi söylüyordu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otobüs boş ve sessizdi. Camları soğuk havadan buharlanmış ve dışarıyı görmeyi olanaksız kılıyordu. ön koltuklardan birinde yaşlı bir amca oturuyordu ve uykulu gözlerinden tek derdinin eve gitmek olduğu belliydi. Arka taraflarda ise genç bir çocuk kulağındaki müzikle dünya umrunda değilmişcesine eliyle sildiği buharlı camdan dışarıyı izliyordu. Biz ise yarını düşünmeyen, yolunu kaybetmiş iki çaresiz yabancıydık. Soru işareti dolu bir kadın ve noktalı bir adamdık. Beynimden geçen tüm bu düşünceler otobüsteki “duracak” işaretinin yanmasıyla duraklayıp aklımın belki de bir daha hiç açmayacağım çekmecelerine kaldırıldı. Yaşlı amcayla beraber biz de ikinci durakta indik. Bu saatte hala açık olmasına şaşarak birkaç adım yürüdükten sonra loş bir restorana girdik. Birkaç insan vardı, halsiz tavırlarıyla isteksizce önlerindeki yemekleri bitirmeye çabalayan. Kuytu bir masaya karşılıklı oturduk. Kadının gözleri hala sorguluyordu fakat soğukluğunu kaybetmişti. Ona bir patates kızartması kendime de bir bira söyledim. Önüne gelen kızartmaya boş bakışlarını dikmişi hala tek kelime etmiyordu. Kendimi ona anlatmaya giriştim; 9 yaşında annemi kollarımda kaybettiğimden beri nasıl geçmişsiz bir adama dönüştüğümü anlattım. “bir oyuncuyum, evet mesleğim bu” dedim ve alaycı bir tavırla rolümü iyi oynadığımı söyledi. Şimdi kendi sorunlarını bir kalemde unutan o bardaki kadına bürünmüştü yine; benimle ilgileniyor ve bir yandan da içinden ne kadar kolay bir hayat sürdüğümü düşünüyordu belki de. Bir sigara yaktı ve arkasına yaslandı cümlemi bitirdiğimde. İlk önce dikkatlice süzdü beni ve sonra onu niye buraya getirdiğimi sordu. Bilmiyorum, dedim. Gerçekten de neye bulaştığını bilmiyorsun, dedi. Her şey yeni başlıyordu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6935300483903659978?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/6935300483903659978/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=6935300483903659978' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6935300483903659978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/6935300483903659978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/01/avslutning-av-brcklig.html' title='Avslutning Av 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=3262728405334942115' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3262728405334942115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/3262728405334942115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-69404829727743071</id><published>2009-01-02T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:44:58.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>abstractfictionvol2</title><content type='html'>kendimi mi yoksa seni mi tanıyamıyorum şimdi.&lt;br /&gt;aklıma geldiğinde içtiğim sigarayı bile yarısında söndürüp kaçmak istiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;seni düşünmediğimi savunurdum, seni düşünmüyorum da zaten, fakat neden hala en gizli saklı yalnız dakikalarımda benimlesin? sen hala benimle misin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikiye ayrılıyorum şimdi.&lt;br /&gt;bir yarım çok mutlu, herşey çok berrak ve çok eğlenceli onun için. herşey çok düzenli, geçmişi yok. geleceği hergün daha çok yakalıyor. çok normal, çok gündelik. biraz alkolik, biraz da kaybolmuş.&lt;br /&gt;kendini aramıyor. kendini tanımıyor. sadece yaşıyor, anı yaşıyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;öbür yarımsa sensin. geçmişte yaşıyor. geleceği yok. geleceği hiç görmemiş, hiç yaklaşmamış ve dokunamamış ona. sensin o işte. benim içimde yaşayan bir büyüyüp bir küçülen, bazen silinip sonra yeniden çizilen senin silüetin. benden kilometrelerce uzakta bile olduğunda, benimle haftalarca konuşmadığında bile aslında şuanda ne hissettiğini, moralinin nasıl olduğunu, canının neye sıkıldığını bilen yarım o. seni seninle yaşayan yarım. sen ilerlerken o aslında senin içinde gerileyen yarım benim. her kaçışımda kağıt kaleme ihtiyaç duyduran yarım. sensin o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana kızgın olduğumu söylerim, sana görüşmek istemediğimi, beni bıraktığını, o gün benim için orada olmadığını söylerim. beni aradığında hep soğuk konuşurum, sanki aramanı hiç istememişim gibi. beni aradığında ses tonum iki yabancının konuşmasını andırır. sen ve ben. hiç biz olamadık ki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ama aslında düşününce, benden uzakta nerede ve kimlerlesin, nasılsın, ne yapıyorsun... bunları düşününce içim acır, o soğukluğum bir buz kalıbı gibi olduğu yere erir, yığılır; su olur gözyaşlarım gibi heryer ıslanır. seninle ilgili herşeyi takip etmek, peşinden gitmek, yakalamak istediğim dakikalar başlar. sanki hiç geçmek bilmez. sanki hiç durmak bilmez. sanki hiç bitmemiş gibidir herşey. herşey sanki hala eskisi kadar güçlü gibidir. ve birşey beni durdurur, geri çeker ve bir buzluğa koyar. kalbimi sana karşı tekrar tekrar dondurmam için. tekrar tekrar buzlaşmam için. tekrar tekrar senden kaçabilmem için gerekli güç.&lt;br /&gt;buna ihtiyacım var mı? sen hala benimle misin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve plastiklerle kaplanır bütün vücudum şimdi, ellerim sana dokunsam seni hissetmemem için plastiktir. yüzüm bana dokunursan birşey hissetmeyeyim diye plastiktir. gözlerim seni görürsem heycanlanmamam için plastiktir. dudaklarım seni öpersem asla ve asla bunun bir şey ifade etmeyeceğini bana öğretmek için plastik olmuşlardır. tüm vücudumu plastik bir maske sarar. aramıza girer. aynı senin de kalbini kilitlediğin plastik kutular gibi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;işte tüm bu olay, seni bulduğum bir kadehte bir anda alevlenip yanmaya başlamam ve tüm plastikleri eritmemle son bulur. hep aynı cesaret gelir bana, gecenin bir yarısı seni arayıp deliler gibi bağırmak gelir içimden. önce tüm buzlarımın nedeni olan sinirimi sana doyasıya haykırmak isterim, sana herşeyi söylemek ve yaptığın herşey için hesap sormak isterim. sonra aslında yıllardır bildiğin fakat benim kurmayı hiç beceremediğim o cümleyi duyduğunda neler düşüneceğini ve ne yapacağını düşünürüm. hep bir şey beni durdurur. sana karşı her zaman bir adım gerideydim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiç sevmediğim müzisyenlerin şarkıları çalar anlamsızca beynimde, bende onlarla beraber yepyeni kurgulara doğru yola çıkarım. sen ve ben haftalardır konuşmamışız, ben seni aylardır aramıyorum, sen de beni aramamışsın bir süredir. ve bir gece aniden arayıp "naber napıyosun özledim lan görüşelim" dersin, çok klasiktir evet. hep bunu dersin beni aradığında çünkü. bende o sırada bir grupta solistmişim mesela. saçma sapan bir barda konserimiz varmış tesadüf eseri. sana konserimin olacağını söylerim. gelirim dersin. biraz geç kalırsın sonra konsere. içeri girdiğinde yine o sevmediğim müzisyenlerin parçalarından bir tanesini mırıldanıyorumdur. bütün parçayı gözlerinin içine bakarak söylerim. sanki sahnede sadece ben varım, ve tek seyirci de sensin. gözlerinin içine bakarım, ve nakarat gelmiştir; "ben sana halaa aşığııııım."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sahneden inerim sessizlik olur aramızda. hiç konuşmayız. biz hiç konuşamadık bunları.&lt;br /&gt;bir bira alırsın, bu sefer bana da bir tane ısmarlarsın. yada hayır hayır, benim zaten biram vardır.&lt;br /&gt;otururuz, dışarısı senin için soğuk benim içinse dalgındır. boşlukta bir noktaya kilitlenir saatlerce bakarız.&lt;br /&gt;arada bir sesimizi duymak isteriz, "çakmağı verir misin?" tarzı cümleler geçer.&lt;br /&gt;ve ayrıldığımızda, belkide bir daha görüşmeyeceğimizi biliyoruzdur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;plastikler yine kaplanır.&lt;br /&gt;buzdolabına girerim.&lt;br /&gt;donarım. çıktığımda artık seni tanımıyorum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-69404829727743071?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/69404829727743071/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=69404829727743071' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/69404829727743071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/69404829727743071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2009/01/abstractfictionvol2.html' title='abstractfictionvol2'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-1847863060763638838</id><published>2008-12-11T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:41:42.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ve beni aradın,&lt;br /&gt;gecenin 3ü, uyuyamamışsın ve aramak istemişsin, öyle dedin.&lt;br /&gt;neden seni aramadığımı sordun önce, kontörüm yok sen neden aramıyorsun peki dedim bende.&lt;br /&gt;sana kontör alıcam, inanmıyorum, hep aynı bahaneyi söylüyorsun ara beni dedin bana. sonra da ekledin; &lt;b&gt;"ben böyleyim biliyorsun.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sordun, sesinde suçluluk vardı, bana bozuldun mu diye.&lt;br /&gt;evet bozuldum dedim. hadi ya, gerçekten sinirlendin mi.&lt;br /&gt;evet sinirlendim dedim. özür dilerim dedin. nedense üstüme alınasım gelmedi.&lt;br /&gt;sonra biraz boş şeyler anlattın- seni dinlemiyordum o sırada dinlediğim şarkının sözleri beni yeterince benden almıştı.&lt;br /&gt;sonra tekrar sordun bana "peki benden gerçekten nefret edip kin duyacak seviyede kızdın mı bana?" diye, cocuk gibiydin. aslında hayır dememi bekliyordun, biliyorsun seni her zaman çok severim, fakat ben evet dedim.&lt;b&gt; "evet sana olan nefretim daha yeni geçti, şanslısın." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;şaşırdın, biliyorum beni böyle görmemiştin, "oha gerçekten nefret ettn mi?"&lt;br /&gt;evet ettim bir iki gün dedim. şimdi içine su serpildiğini ses tonun ele veriyordu.&lt;br /&gt;konuştun sonra bana bir sürü bahaneler sundun, aslında böyleydi, aslında şöyle oldu, gerçekten özür dilerim falan. bende sana o gün beni bıraktığında aslında neler hissettiğimi anlattım, ilk defa bu kadar kızgın ve açık sözlülükle konuşabiliyordum sana karşı, çünkü biliyordun ben hep yaptıklarını sindirmiştim, bu sefer yapamadım.&lt;br /&gt;gerçekten tribe bağlamışsın sen dedin bana, evet ne var?&lt;br /&gt;sana o gün nasıl sıkıldığımı bütün gün evde patladığımı anlattım. defalarca özür diledin, hala eskiye dönmemi bekliyordun fakat &lt;b&gt;hala soğuktum. hissedebildin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonra bir parça açtın, bak sana bir şarkı dinleticem dedin. biliyor musun bunu dedin, bende tanıdık geliyor dedim fakat ilk kez duyuyordum.&lt;br /&gt;şarkının sözlerini dinlemeye basladım, şarkı bitince telefonu kapatıcam dedin bana.&lt;br /&gt;şarkının sözlerini dinlerken bu şarkının sözlerinin daha önce başka bir arkadaşımın bana attığı mesajda olduğunu farkettim; "bunu bana batı msj atmıştı sözlerini" dedim.&lt;br /&gt;evet sözleri çok güzel dedin sende. adı ne bu şarkının dedim. anyone else but you dedin. sonra da daha da kişiselleştirerek &lt;b&gt;"yani herkes bir yana sen bir yana" &lt;/b&gt;dedin bana. bende peki diyebildim sadece.&lt;br /&gt;şarkının sonlarına geldik, hala kızgınmısın bana dedin.&lt;br /&gt;bunun için mi yaptın bunu dedim.&lt;br /&gt;"evet ve şarkı bitti şimdi kapatıyorum iyi geceler" dedin ve kapattın&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bir cevap bile beklemeden.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedim ya, çocuk gibiydin. her zaman böyleydin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve açtım, şarkının sözlerini okudum,&lt;br /&gt;bak nasılmış sözleri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a part time lover and a full time friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey on you're back is the latest trend&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the church and here is the steeple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We sure are cute for two ugly people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So why can't, you forgive me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find my nitch in your car&lt;br /&gt;With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up up down down left right left right B A start&lt;br /&gt;Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are always trying to keep it real&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with how you feel&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have shiny happy fits of rage&lt;br /&gt;You want more fans, I want more stage&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Quixote was a steel driving man&lt;br /&gt;My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squinched up your face and did a dance&lt;br /&gt;You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-1847863060763638838?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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this is mixing me up, but no. i am so clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i lie, i am so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah recently i had a surgery from my toe, it was a broken bone, and now they broke it again and tie it up with strings. first 3 days were just suffering, but now im okay. i can walk properly, just that i had this fucking "hospital shoe" that i must wear all the time, and it appears that just a plus on being loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted this to start and end really fast, so that it wouldn't bother me with my other stuff, but this toe thing is really preventing me from going out and hanging around, so i feel really bored, sitting at home all alone, days passing by and doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes couple friends come to visit me, today Gülnur came and brought me a rose. i was sleeping when she came in, so she woke me up with that rose, it made me happy- nice thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since now im home, i've been thinking a lot. professionality: overthinking.&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking about everything, just to spend time on it, it confuses me. friendships, relationships, people, school, responsibility, and myself. especially myself, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck in songs:&lt;br /&gt;Kent- Den Osynlige Mannen.&lt;br /&gt;Nouvelle Vague- In a Manner Of Speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno whatelse to write.&lt;br /&gt;prolly i'll just go sleep now. cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i really find something in the lyrics of "den osynlige mannen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;du får gärna avsky mig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fyll mig med luft igen, gör mig synlig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2429796425532899246?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=9119309427472145566' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/9119309427472145566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/9119309427472145566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-you-so-much-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-6728293291777489936</id><published>2008-11-05T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:25:38.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/SRHV0fPPKhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f1yy-QXQ0is/s1600-h/walppkent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265224537088141842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/SRHV0fPPKhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f1yy-QXQ0is/s400/walppkent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOX 1991-2008 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den kompletta låtlistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kent &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Blåjeans 2:57&lt;br /&gt;02 Som vatten 2:53&lt;br /&gt;03 Ingenting någonsin 3:57&lt;br /&gt;04 När det blåser på månen 4:19&lt;br /&gt;05 Jag vill inte vara rädd 3:30&lt;br /&gt;06 Vad två öron klarar 3:42&lt;br /&gt;07 Den osynlige mannen 2:41&lt;br /&gt;08 Pojken med hålet i handen 2:08&lt;br /&gt;09 Ingen kommer att tro dig 3:31&lt;br /&gt;10 Stenbrott 4:18&lt;br /&gt;11 Frank 4:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonusmaterial:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Döda dagar 3:47&lt;br /&gt;13 Håll i mig (Jones och giftet) 4:36&lt;br /&gt;14 Ögon (Jones och giftet) 5:07&lt;br /&gt;15 Klocka (Havsänglar) 4:40&lt;br /&gt;16 Cirkel (Havsänglar) 3:59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verkligen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Avtryck 3:11&lt;br /&gt;02 Kräm (Så nära får ingen gå) 2:42&lt;br /&gt;03 Gravitation 3:44&lt;br /&gt;04 Istället för ljud 4:22&lt;br /&gt;05 10 Minuter (För mig själv) 3:10&lt;br /&gt;06 En timme en minut 8:08&lt;br /&gt;07 Indianer 3:47&lt;br /&gt;08 Halka 3:03&lt;br /&gt;09 Thinner 3:59&lt;br /&gt;10 Vi kan väl vänta tills imorgon 6:55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonusmaterial:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Saker man ser (demo) 3:16&lt;br /&gt;12 Alpha (demo) 3:30&lt;br /&gt;13 Din skugga (demo) 4:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isola &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Livräddaren 4:36&lt;br /&gt;02 Om du var här 3:59&lt;br /&gt;03 Saker man ser 3:54&lt;br /&gt;04 Oprofessionell 4:43&lt;br /&gt;05 OWC 3:08&lt;br /&gt;06 Celsius 4:15&lt;br /&gt;07 Bianca 4:55&lt;br /&gt;08 Innan allting tar slut 3:40&lt;br /&gt;09 Elvis 4:33&lt;br /&gt;10 Glider 4:04&lt;br /&gt;11 747 7:47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonusmaterial:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 OWC (live, 2 Meter Sessions, Holland) 3:00&lt;br /&gt;13 Celsius (live, 2 Meter Sessions, Holland) 4:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hagnesta Hill &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Kungen är död 4:17&lt;br /&gt;02 Revolt III 3:10&lt;br /&gt;03 Musik Non Stop 4:34&lt;br /&gt;04 Kevlarsjäl 4:26&lt;br /&gt;05 Ett tidsfördriv att dö för 4:36&lt;br /&gt;06 Stoppa mig juni (Lilla ego) 06:22&lt;br /&gt;07 En himmelsk drog 4:04&lt;br /&gt;08 Stanna hos mig 3:57&lt;br /&gt;09 Cowboys 5:49&lt;br /&gt;10 Beskyddaren 4:46&lt;br /&gt;11 Berg&amp;amp;Dalvana 4:47&lt;br /&gt;12 Insekter 4:08&lt;br /&gt;13 Visslaren 7:47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonusmaterial:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Inhale/Exhale (demo) 4:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B-sidor 95-00 / CD1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Chans 5:21&lt;br /&gt;02 Spökstad 4:41&lt;br /&gt;03 Längtan skala 3:1 6:51&lt;br /&gt;04 Om gyllene år 2:39&lt;br /&gt;05 Noll 4:28&lt;br /&gt;06 Önskar att någon 3:56&lt;br /&gt;07 Bas riff 3:39&lt;br /&gt;08 Din skugga 4:04&lt;br /&gt;09 Elever 4:45&lt;br /&gt;10 Längesen vi sågs 4:29&lt;br /&gt;11 December 3:46&lt;br /&gt;12 Utan dina andetag 4:23&lt;br /&gt;13 På nära håll 3:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B-sidor 95-00 / CD2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Livrädd med stil 3:03&lt;br /&gt;02 Verkligen 5:30&lt;br /&gt;03 Gummiband 4:46&lt;br /&gt;04 Att presentera ett svin 4:26&lt;br /&gt;05 En helt ny karriär 4:08&lt;br /&gt;06 Rödljus 3:40&lt;br /&gt;07 Pojken med hålet i handen (Hotbilds version) 4:11&lt;br /&gt;08 Kallt kaffe 3:26&lt;br /&gt;09 Den osynlige mannen (Kazoo version) 2:38&lt;br /&gt;10 Slutsats 2:48&lt;br /&gt;11 Rödljus II 4:34&lt;br /&gt;12 En helt ny karriär II 5:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vapen &amp;amp; ammunition &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Sundance Kid 5:09&lt;br /&gt;02 Pärlor 3:55&lt;br /&gt;03 Dom andra 3:46&lt;br /&gt;04 Duett 4:42&lt;br /&gt;05 Hur jag fick dig att älska mig 5:21&lt;br /&gt;06 Kärleken väntar 3:59&lt;br /&gt;07 Socker 5:35&lt;br /&gt;08 FF 4:13&lt;br /&gt;09 Elite 6:05&lt;br /&gt;10 Sverige 2:58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonusmaterial:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Vintervila 4:14&lt;br /&gt;12 Lämnar 4:53&lt;br /&gt;13 VinterNoll2 4:25&lt;br /&gt;14 Socker (demo) 4:36&lt;br /&gt;15 Love Undone (demo) 3:58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Du &amp;amp; jag döden &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 400 slag 4:57&lt;br /&gt;02 Du är ånga 3:51&lt;br /&gt;03 Den döda vinkeln 4:19&lt;br /&gt;04 Du var min armé 3:30&lt;br /&gt;05 Palace &amp;amp; Main 4:05&lt;br /&gt;06 Järnspöken 3:48&lt;br /&gt;07 Klåparen 5:25&lt;br /&gt;08 Max 500 3:35&lt;br /&gt;09 Romeo återvänder ensam 4:03&lt;br /&gt;10 Rosor och palmblad 4:05&lt;br /&gt;11 Mannen i den vita hatten (16 år senare) 6:37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonusmaterial:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 M 4:23&lt;br /&gt;13 Välgärningar och illdåd 3:40&lt;br /&gt;14 Nihilisten 4:14&lt;br /&gt;15 Alla mot alla 4:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hjärta &amp;amp; Smärta EP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Vi mot världen 4:10&lt;br /&gt;02 Dom som försvann 4:54&lt;br /&gt;03 Ansgar &amp;amp; Evelyne 4:16&lt;br /&gt;04 Flen/Paris 3:44&lt;br /&gt;05 Månadens erbjudande 4:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonusmaterial:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 Nålens öga 6:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tillbaka till samtiden &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Elefanter 5:21&lt;br /&gt;02 Berlin 4:36&lt;br /&gt;03 Ingenting 4:17&lt;br /&gt;04 Vid din sida 4:55&lt;br /&gt;05 Columbus 4:26&lt;br /&gt;06 Sömnen 4:08&lt;br /&gt;07 Vy från ett luftslott 4:23&lt;br /&gt;08 Våga vara rädd 3:59&lt;br /&gt;09 LSD, någon? 4:20&lt;br /&gt;10 Generation ex 4:30&lt;br /&gt;11 Ensammast i Sverige 8:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonusmaterial:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Min värld 4:06&lt;br /&gt;13 Tick Tack 4:01&lt;br /&gt;14 Det kanske kommer en förändring 5:24&lt;br /&gt;15 Ingenting (demo) 3:47&lt;br /&gt;16 Håll ditt huvud högt (live, Eskilstuna, sommaren 08) 5:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-6728293291777489936?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=4215838499396949889' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4215838499396949889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/4215838499396949889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogger-kapand.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-7314849668039030893</id><published>2008-10-22T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:03:30.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tamam fuzuli bir tip olduğumu biliyorum.&lt;br /&gt;ama artık kendimi kontrol edemiyorum. yarın fizik sınavım var sırf iş olsun diye oturup bu saatte yazılacak blog mu bu şimdi?&lt;br /&gt;ha bi de oturup sucuk ekmek yaptım kendime onu da saymak lazım. yalnız felaket güzel olmuş sucuk ekmek şimdi onu belirteyim.&lt;br /&gt;oturup çalışmam lazım çok disiplinsizim. kaç kaç nereye kadar. birinci sınavdan kaçtın hadi, telafiden kaçamazsın kücük hanım. fizik lan bu. fiziker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biri beynimi açıp içine fizik anlama kabiliyetini sokmalı.&lt;br /&gt;ay yoksa cidden çıldırıciiim.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-5859253398576622583</id><published>2008-10-22T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:48:45.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gülnur'a II.</title><content type='html'>derste yazılan bir başka mektup. orjinal renkleriyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hellööö!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;osman wants you dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sürekli bu bir takım mektuplarımı dilaraya yazdığım için düşündüm, ulan senin ne eksiğin var? eksiğin yok yüzünde çükün var. öyleyse sende bir mektubu hakediyorsun. øye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;şimdi her mektuptaki gibi fizik dersindeyim, kaytarıp girmediğim fizik sınavı meğer çok kolaymış. sınıf ortalaması %77 falan. en düşük not 63. şimdiki korkum, telafi sınavını inanılmaz zor yapma ihtimali. of ben gittikçe korkuyorum, bu korkumu yenemiyorum. inanılmaz stres oluyorum lan. ölüm acısından beter. dur hazır bahsetmişken nefretimi kusayım: I HATE PHYSICS! kabuslarıma giriyor böyle rüyamda hamster gibi bi çemberin içinde koşuyorum sonra benden o çemberin açısal hızını bulmamı istiyorlar. Allahım. Kurtulamıyorsun. Neyse Konu değişelim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aha. Canlı renkler. Welcome to Jarrock! bugün kuzenimle arsenal-fb maçına gidicez. süper olucak. bideb ugün ceptelefonumu yanıma almadım. büyük ihtimal sen bütün gün bana mesaj atıcaksın. ben cevap vermediğim için kızıcaksın. sonra hesap sorcan çıkışta niye gelmedin diye. gelicem aslında ama. önce eve uğricam formamı giyicem. sonra çıkıp gelcez. sonrada kuzenim gelicek maça gitcez. niye bilmiyorum ama maç konusunda heycan yaptım. hatta arsenallı futbolcular içinde heycan yaptım. fbyi tutcam ama ARSENAL&lt;3.&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uh, çok parlak kaçtım, yeşile dönelim. sen fransızca sevmezsin bilirim, mais j'adore le vert :) tu es handicapé mental, bebeğim. Don't be upset about that. bak 2 ders geçti fakat yazmaya devam ediyorum. şuan ders trafik. quiz yapmıştı hoca, çok taşak geçmiştim, hoca çok gülmüş cevaplarıma. ahaha komiğiz tabi. yalan mı yorram? ah be. sana anlatacağım şeyler var olm. dur çok kafam dağınık. ben en iyisi bu ders uyiim. sonraki ders kimya kimyada sana yazarım. hadi gömdüm kanka :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;off bi ders daha bitti yani kimya ama sana yazamadım çünkü sınıfta inanılmaz taşak geçioduk. bi arkadaş öbürünün bacağına bi kablo bağlamış, 3 sıra arkadan kabloyu çekip bacağındaki gerilime bakıyolar ahahahah. sonunca hoca yakaladı öldüm gülmekten :D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-5859253398576622583?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/5859253398576622583/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=5859253398576622583' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5859253398576622583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5859253398576622583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2008/10/glnura-ii.html' title='gülnur&apos;a II.'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-5612368652316841657</id><published>2008-10-22T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:40:12.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gülnur'a.</title><content type='html'>Bu değişik bir yazı olsun. O yüzden, doğaçlama olarak derste oturup da ders beni çok sıktığı zamanlar dilaraya yazdığım bir mektubu buraya geçircem. Ah Hayır, bu mektup dilaraya değilmiş. bu gülnura olan mektup. Ama bu gelenek dilarayla başladı, derste birbirmize yazmak olayı yani. Amaç: Saçmalamak. hatta bunu yazdığım renkleri de aynısını yaparak yapıcam. Aynı o kağıdı okuyomuşsunuz gibi olucak. Evet evet! tenk yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hellööö! I'm Lindzi Lööhen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahah dilaraya özenip rengarenk yazıcam :ibişfeys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bunu yazmadan senle mesajlaştık hatta, şuan geometri dersindeyim, 10dk kaldı.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Normalde geometriyi severim. Fakat şuan construction (pergel çizimleri) yapıyoruz ve benim pergelim çizmemekte ısrarcı =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aha. Men in black! matrix modu oldu siyah kalem. Erkanın selamı var demişin, bi an gözümün önüne geldi piçiko. oyş yanaklarından çekerim halı gibi yuvarlarım onu. nasıl özlemişim lan. Bide bugün içime andreyin kanalizasyona düşeceği doğdu. ee ne demişler- her bok, bok yolunda gerek :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ahahaha Çok komik bişey oldu. Geometri hocası hayatının ne kadar zor olduğunu söyleyerek bizi eziyodu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Alison Stendahl: You'll do double bachelors degree, double master. And then you'll do the doctora, so that you can tell me that life is hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;naz: I WILL DO! :bönfeys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sınıf: ahahahah kim dedi onu =D hahahae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ahah ya. AAA ZIL ÇALDI! HURRAY FOR 20 MIN BREAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hah geri geldim tenefüs bitti. Bütün tenefüs birilerinden kanti kartı bulup negro almak için kastım ve başarısız oldum :huf: Derse girer girmez de müzik hocasıyla tartıştım iyice uyuz oldum, götüm dikenli moddayım. Söylemeyi unuttum, pembe renge geçmişiz, GAY PRIDE! URANÜS! (I'm being totally dilara) Ay hoca bugün çok gıcık ya. Herkese sataşıyor filan böyle milleti ezme günü resmen. Eskiden çok iyi bir kadındı niye sonradan böyle oldu anlamıyorum, üzülüyorum ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eveeet! J'adore Le Vert, aussi! Müzik dersi güç bela bitti hocaya garez beslicem yakında. "garez" kelimesini kullanınca aklıma tatiana (aka.Tanya) geldi. Ben onu artık Tatiana diye çağırıcam. Gerçek rus, rus kardeşini rus adıyla çağırır. Benimde gerçek ismim Natziana mesela ama kısaca naz diye kullanıyorum aslkfjaskf :D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Osman would do both of us, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh lala. Cortladım lan. BAMBAŞKA BIR INSAN OLDUM! BAMBAŞKA! o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeni bir akım başlatıyorum; ALI RIZA BINBOĞA FAN! hatta facebookta fan page açıcam o derece :D hatta o fan page'e ersemin üye olmasını engellicem. Etrafta Ali Rıza Binboğa'nın "öğretmen" isimli klibinin propagandasını yaparak gezicem. 29 KERE 40 YIL KÖLESIYIZ ÖĞRETMENIN!! = 1160 yıl- vay amk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Satan is an evil osman. Biraz simli ve şişko yazı takılalım. Reggae'nin laneti seni her zaman bulacak gülnur. Rüyalarına dreadlocklı rasta evil osmanlar girecek! Of yemek yemedim öğlen. Çok AÇIM! neyse çıkışta konsolosluğa gitmeden önce anneme hamburger ısmarlatıcam. LAnedossun ki ders dil ve anlatım. SAnki hiç bitmeyecekmiş gibi. Hala ad&amp;amp;zamir, çekim eki falan yapıyoruz. İlkokuldan ne farkımız var anlamıyorum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoca ad tamlaması örnekleri veriyor. "kanarya sarısı" mı yoksa "papatya sarısı" mı tamlama olurmuş? ÇÜK SARISI OLUR LAN! ÇÜK SARISI!! ilkokuldan beri aynı şey sikiyim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bi saniye çok celallendim, bunları yazarken sınıfta kalkıp "ÇÜK SARISI ULAN!" diye bağırmamak için kendimi zor tutuyorum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Canım patlamış mısır istiyor. Karla karışık yeriz. Dry snowflakes. White lips kissed. &lt;3mew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shoop! Color Change! Hej allihopa! Hej hej HALLÅÅ! sanki bu isveç işi olmayacakmış gibi geliyor, çok üzülüyorum. öss'ye sokiyım. ÖSYM GÖTÜMÜ YE! oysaki ben 3dklık dil ve anlatım dersi sıramda fingerboardla harikalar yaratıyordum! küçük bir silgi, defterden bir rampa ve ollieler, kickflipler peşpeşe. ******** (sansürlü kısım)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bu yazı yazdıkça bitmiyormuş gibi geliyor lan. Çok Sayko! MANYAX asasauhsausa :D cihan alternatipte nickini "cihanoviç" yapmış. Gençleri iskandinav sevgisinden sonra bosna-hersek sevgisi sardı. BALKANLAR REVAÇTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;uh-oh zil çaldı. brb in 5min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-5612368652316841657?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/5612368652316841657/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=5612368652316841657' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5612368652316841657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/5612368652316841657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2008/10/glnura.html' title='gülnur&apos;a.'/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-2039301067569901288</id><published>2008-10-19T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:07:23.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Neden diye sordum. Aslında düşünmeden sorulan saçma sorulardan biriydi bu da havada uçuşan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neyin nedeni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yaşıyor olmamın mı ölecek olmamın mı nedeni?&lt;br /&gt;Yoksa cevabı bilmiyor oluşumun mu bilmemezlikten gelmemin nedeni mi?&lt;br /&gt;Ben neden böyleyimin nedeni mi yoksa ben neden böyle değilimin nedeni mi?&lt;br /&gt;Neyin nedeniydi neden diye sorduğum?&lt;br /&gt;Sözcükleri yaratmasaydık bu kadar problemimiz olur muydu acaba?&lt;br /&gt;Her şeyi bir sözcükle belirtme çabasında olmasaydık mesela… Mesela insanlara insan dediğimizde ne kastediyoruz ki? Bir beden parçası mı? Bir karakter mi? Kırık bir kalp mi? İnsan neyin karşılığı? Hayat dediğimizde neyi betimlemiş oluyoruz? Doğmaktan ölmeye kadar geçen süremidir hayat? Herkesin aynı mı yaşaması gerekir yoksa herkesin farklı yaşaması bir avantaj mıdır? İşte isimler de böyle her şeyi aynı yapıyor aslında. İnsan insandan farklıdır gibi felsefik cümlelerin en başında, aslında her şeyi isimlerle etiketlememiz var.&lt;br /&gt;Peki neden?&lt;br /&gt;Al işte yine başlıyoruz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biliyorum ki her zaman benden daha akıllı biri olacak, her zaman benden daha çok bilen biri her zaman benden daha fazla yaşamış biri olacak bu dünyada. Fakat ben bu insanlarla karşılaşsam da karşılaşmasam da, sonuçta benim yaşadığım kendimedir, yine aynı sonuçlara gideceğim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve giderken de yolda tökezleyip düşmemi isterseniz yaparım. Koşarak git derseniz onu da yaparım, herşekil de bu yolu çamurda karda kışta yürüyeceksem, yine de giderim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Çünkü gitmem isteniyor&lt;/strong&gt;. İşte şimdi bunun nedenlerine gelelim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Çok mu akıllı doğdum? Belki hayır fakat akıllı olup da bunun farkında olmayanlara göre iyi bir yerde sayılırım. Fazla düşünmek her zaman belaya yol açar. Fazla mı düşünüyorum, bana göre kararındaydı aslında, belki sizlere göre fazla. Her şeyin başı dediğim bu düşünceler, artık bana bile fazla geliyor. Düzgün bir çevre de mi yaşıyorum ben? Elbette hayır. Düzgün bir gelecek vaat ediyor mu bana? Hayır. Çünkü gelecek kavramı insanların beyninde sıkışıp kalmış birkaç standarta dayanıyor. Üniversite okumak, master yapmak, iyi bir aile sahibi olmak. Peki kim zorluyor ki bizi etiketlerin içine girmeye? Yoksa onlar mı içimize girdi?&lt;br /&gt;Üniversite okurum öğrenirim vs. Parada gözüm yoktur, aile yapıp da kendimi bağlamak istemem… Noldu, çok berbat bir gelecek sahibi miyim?&lt;br /&gt;Peki baştan sorunlu olup sonrasında da hayatın boyunca bunun böyle gideceğini bilerek yaşamak nasıl bir duygu? Bir geleceğin olmayacağını bilerek devam etmek? Bir hiç uğruna çabalamak mesela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadi diyelim müthiş geleceğe sahip oldum. Diyelim ki dünyadaki her şeyi ben biliyorum, hayatın sırrını çözdüm, dünyanın en yakışıklı erkeği benimle, dünyanın en güzel en başarılı çocuklarını doğurdum, en yüksek okullardan mezun oldum, bir kitap yazdım milyarlarca dolar kazandım, en zengin ben oldum, en başarılı benim, peki mutluluğum bunun neresinde?&lt;br /&gt;Mutluluk materyalde mi yoksa insanda mı saklıdır? Geleceğimin parlak olması mutlu mu olmam yoksa başarılı mı olmamdır? İnsanlardan kaçarsam mutluluk hiç yanıma yanaşmaz mı? Yoksa kalabalık içinde de yalnız hissedip mutsuz olabilir miyim? Hangisi şimdi söyleyin. Neye dayanarak nasıl bir gelecek sahibi olacağım, olmalıyım, söyleyin bana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O zaman küçük şeylerden mutlu olan bir insan olduğumu varsayalım. Diyelim ki en yakın arkadaşımla beraber ettiğim kahvaltı, sevgilimle sarılarak uyumak, annemle geçirdiğimiz bir gün, babamla televizyon izlemek, diyelim ki bunlar beni mutlu edecek… Öyleyse neden çabalayım ki? Neden iyi bir iş için uğraşayım, neden bana yetebilecekken daha fazlasını alayım? Öyleyse kendimi hırpalamamın ne manası var, Mutlu oluyorum işte, Mutluyum işte, Neden yıpranayım?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geçelim geleceği, gelelim geçmişe.&lt;br /&gt;Bir takım bilgin insanlar der ki, geçmişimiz hep bizimle yaşar. Hatalarım hep beni kovalayacak. Hatalarım hep benim kabusum olacak. Yada onlardan bir şey öğrendim diyelim, bir daha asla hata yapmadım diyelim, her şey çok düzgünken bunların ne anlamı kalacak?&lt;br /&gt;Geçmişimiz hep bizimle yaşar. Peki ben geçmişte yaşar mıyım acaba? Ben ilerlerken geçmiş de gittikçe solar mı? İnsanlar anılarını, hatıralarını, saatlerini dakikalarını unuttuklarında gelecek de onunla beraber yok olmaz mı? Geçmiş silikleştikçe gelecek mi belirginleşir? Yoksa geçmiş silikleştikçe, insan da silinip solmaz mı?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hata için bir hakkımız mı vardır? Affedilebilir miyiz, yoksa bir hata her şeyimize mal olur mu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hata bizi kovalarsa, biz kaçmaktan yorulur muyuz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hatadan öğrenirsek, biz de o bilgin gibi bilgin olur muyuz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoksa hepsi hayır mı…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaybedecek neyim var diye sorduğumda, aslında kaybedecek hiçbir şeyim olmadığını düşünüyorum. Belki de sorun bendedir. Belki de ben insanlara bağlanamıyorum. Belki de ben onları anlayamıyorum, onların da beni anlamak istemedikleri gibi. Kaybedecek neyim var? Materyalist değilim, param pulum sizin olsun. Maneviyatçı değilim, çevremde kim varsa şimdi gitsin. Geriye kalan yalnızca bensem, kendimi kaybetmekten korkmuyorum. Çünkü kendimi kaybettiğimde belki de yerine konulacak başka bir şey bulurum. Belki de dedikleri gibi çıldırmak aslında ermişliğin öbür adıdır. Belki de deliler hepimizden akıllıdır. Kendimi kaybedersem, belki hiç düşünmemeye başlarım. İşte geliyoruz en başa. Düşüncelerimi alın benden. Düşüncelerimi, yeteneklerimi, zihnimi, hafızamı. Hepsini silin benden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tıpkı ilk başta küçücük bir nokta olmam gibi…&lt;br /&gt;Yeniden başlamak. &lt;strong&gt;Yeniden yok olmak istiyorum. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-2039301067569901288?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/2039301067569901288/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=2039301067569901288' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2039301067569901288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/2039301067569901288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2008/10/neden-diye-sordum.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7591585199906171397.post-314985741337518219</id><published>2008-10-15T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:06:39.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, I messed up again&lt;br /&gt;Such controlling future&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be mature&lt;br /&gt;So waste your time in thinking&lt;br /&gt;Keep me child, keep me playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I messed up again.&lt;br /&gt;Like my hair, and my hands&lt;br /&gt;My mind is confused with ends&lt;br /&gt;Words are enough, or should i stop&lt;br /&gt;Keep me silent, keep me numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I messed up again&lt;br /&gt;Unexcused with my defence&lt;br /&gt;Me and A killing joke against&lt;br /&gt;differ me or teach flying&lt;br /&gt;keep me ground, keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I messed up again.&lt;br /&gt;Professionality losing and you are a toy&lt;br /&gt;I didnt play dead, I played a role.&lt;br /&gt;Use me, I’m flexible, I’m plastic&lt;br /&gt;Keep me dead, keep me awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7591585199906171397-314985741337518219?l=nlilienmeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/feeds/314985741337518219/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7591585199906171397&amp;postID=314985741337518219' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/314985741337518219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7591585199906171397/posts/default/314985741337518219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlilienmeer.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-i-messed-up-again-such-controlling.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilienmeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416138219050789235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcTf4ZWDdPU/ST_VclZBBcI/AAAAAAAAADo/qL1LF9zfmg4/S220/avskymig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
