Thank you, you, you, you and you and you and you… and you .. and you for sending me off. It was a lil chaotic and brief, but heartfelt. Seriously, it would not have been possible without all of you (at the airport or not) By that I mean, all of you. In transit zurich next flight is in 8 hours in exactly 10 hours time I’ll be in london a backpack and an electric blue carrier to kickstart the next phase of life am i excited? “… surreal but nice” hugh grant, notting hill. (: (: (: (: (: (: double. glory after forty four years, holy shit. yay to spain! reminder 2017–ten years, on national day, from the date of planning. london. reminder: c, q, h, s, you. DIY i was watching japan hour amused on how a petite smooth skin lady gleefully looking at the giant octopus all ten tentacles very much alive she could devour the entire sea population and still look graceful on screen so i had to make my way to the supermarket at ten pm to buy myself a slab of raw salmon a tube of wasabe a bottle of light soy sauce a pack of seaweed pan seared for crispy skin half a cucumber thinly sliced all i need for a low profile saturday night. love, lust, london or lira. if i could merge the two, my utopia would be istandon/londonbul. for now I am off to chase a decade old dream, it’ll be sink or swim in london city. remember that chinese man who sailed the seven seas and braved the harshest storm just to make a better living, opium as his faithful company, then stumbled upon an island and called it his home. i’m merely following those footsteps. junkship will leave on coming tuesday at 9pm. LX 183v, terminal 1. if you wish to send some luck and good fengshui, in person, let me know. cv writer’s block. urgh. oxymoron “… cheap places in london.” the pounds will put me in a rehab. no ny no ny nope. working in real time starts now. Summer Quotes “You make me happy, double.” - you “I love you but I love me more. I’ve been in this relationship for fourty-nine years darling.” - SATC “…when he colors, he barely stays within the lines.” - SATC “I just love coloring.” (laughs) - SATC “I’m such a lucky blessed fuck.” - you know who you are APPROVED!!! tomorrow. i’ll find out. i do miss having some semblance of certainties in life. iggy pop mc escher cem karaca pollock dali who are you, seriously. omg listen. sings. stop. stop. th greatest comfort can be the biggest bane. sleep empty sleep. that’s it, i really need that flickr PRO account. NEED. Where there’s a will i think i’ve found the crackcode to merge my three main interests in life, and make a living out of it. here: dine on design fast food update IF all goes well with the visa by this friday i will be flying off to uk on the 1st of july on the 4th onwards i will be residing in berkshire as an english language camp instructor of which i have six weeks flat to get my self a proper stint in london weekends will be spent whoring the self with creatives or suits alike with my recently attained bachelor grad status alternative you might find me steaming your milk in that designer coffee house in downtown zone number dot dot dot. now i need you to wish me luck, more than ever i will need truckloads of it. stargate in random mornings in random thoughts little dreams do come true like you in my inbox and how i love the improper structure of little grammatical error a friend said it’s endearing isn’t it indeed indeed. the only two people behind this mega project of mine are 1. mom and 2. dad. tt’s all i need. and you periodically (albeit randomly) appearing in my life. why not. “Goodness me, the clock has struck - Alackaday, and fuck my luck.” — Cinderella according to Kurt Vonnegut Jr. hari ini kok bagus bangat gitu. enggak si!!! ini semua gara gara kamu. sayang. waduh! i’ve had it. keep walking. the way to my heart is what you put in your mouth, and then what you do with that two left feet. Last Supper My next meal is going to be jap. proper jap. Stardust When I said to God I miss my family, he sent over the entire battalion. I have met my entire extended family over the last few days, down to my great grand aunt and her adopted grand sons and daughters. And today, my grandma open her eyes. for a while. but she did. I didn’t see it but aunt called right after we left. She opened her eyes again. That’s all for a birthday gift. Thank God and all of you for believing so. Much love. Much love. Blow Candles I’m reading “I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow I feel my fate in what I cannot fear I learn by going where I have to go.” Slaugter House 5 I’m listening “Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you.” Coldplay I’m watching Crossing the Bridge I’m wishing for my 23rd, that grandma will open her eyes for me and the world again. Cheers Istanbul is a drug. We shoot it in our veins from dusk to dawn, and have bread to soak it up in the day. Alexander Hacke began his narration “it is a land of contrast…” It is to me an oxymoron in every sense of an experience. Where east meets west, where nationalism hinges on the quest to modernization, where the call for prayers is blasted five times a day in every nook of the city, along side catchy rhythm of electronic fusion turkish folklore. It is a muslim country where alcohol holds a special understanding between the glass shot and God. Sneakers are don with Gucci shades and rainboots are good all year round. Every cafe is a breakfast saloon, at any given time of the day. I greet the sunset, live through sunrise and repeat step one all over again. Four months, seemingly unreal, but I loved every minute of it. Sherefe. i cant do this. i miss you too much. i have to go back. no seriously. i have to. seriously. i came back home, my grandma is sick but everything seems so normal still, people still laugh and eat. how is that possible, i do that too, laugh and eat and then cry looking at my grandma. life is strange.