4 Ağustos 2010 Çarşamba

Summer Session's over..


Well, today was a tearful day. I've been praying for summer school to end and I never thought today would be so emotional. I cried in the closing ceremony, after ceremony, with my friends, without my friend and thinking about my friends.. Whoever you ask, they would say that the best part of summer school is friends. I love them all so much and it feels really good having a home in every single country in earth. I'll miss you guys, thanks for making this the best summer ever.

2 Ağustos 2010 Pazartesi

A Fun Photoshoot!






My friend had this HW and she chose me as her model, these are what we did:)

A Late Birthday Post!








Well, it was my birthday last Saturday and we went shopping with a few friends. Here are some pics, I did have a lot of FUN!!!

27 Temmuz 2010 Salı

Friends who Andover together, stay together!












Summer School?

Well, what I want to say firstly is I apologize for my lack of posts and I want to continue by telling how things are going for me I Phillips Academy. It's a pretty old school, nearly 250 years old. It's still publishing USA's oldest school newspaper and owns an area of 500 acres. George Washington's grandchildren and great grandchildren have attended this school and is known by a large society. It's name can be seen in Dan Brown's last novel, The Last Symbol, and is told as a hard school, even by Robert Langdon, the wise professor.
Coming to my opinions, the first weeks were full of loneliness and misery. Then came the idea of leaving. Dancing was my minor and until then, I never enjoyed it. My mom came to drop my sister off and when she was about to take me from Andover, I started liking my classes. Oh wait, I never mentioned my classes. My major is Drawing and Painting, the largest and most important art class in the school. My minor was the Intensive Dance Program. It made me feel sore in the first two weeks but my body got used to it later on. We did all kinds of dance, including ballet, jazz , hip hop, pop and even a bit of rock.
In our last week, we now started practicing on the stage and we go over all the dances. When you have the opportunity, check facebook for some photos!

8 Temmuz 2010 Perşembe

USA

Flight is not THAT boring when you've got a bud:)




7 Temmuz 2010 Çarşamba

The Funny Thing About Lip Balm :Another article that I liked

Almost 20 years ago, Carmex lip balm scion Paul Woelbing agreed to help manage the family business back in Franklin, Wis. It was a happy homecoming, except for the hours spent answering customer letters. The day’s mail frequently included notes from folks who had heard there was something addictive in the Carmex. Some claimed the company added fiberglass to rough up lips, creating a cycle of dependency. Woelbing was shocked. “It’s an ugly mess out there!” he said. “How do we stop it?” But Grandfather Alfred, who cooked the first batch of Carmex on the kitchen stove in 1937, wasn’t worried. “Ah,” he nodded, when Paul showed him the letters. “You’ll see this periodically.”

Grandpa was right. Years later a San Francisco librarian launched Lip Balm Anonymous, a Web site offering a 12-step program for addicts. (Step 1: “We admitted we were powerless over lip balm...”) Hundreds wrote in, detailing their struggles with Carmex, ChapStick and Blistex. Google “lip balm addiction” and you’ll find 320,000 pages where folks swap rumors about balm-industry tactics (now they’re targeting children!) and debate the merits of going cold turkey. There’s even a 24,000-member “ChapStick Addiction” Facebook group where members catalog their ordeals: “Stuck at dentist with chapped lips, ChapStick outside in my car!” I feel their pain. I buy my balm in 24-tube cartons and never leave home without it.

What’s remarkable isn’t the persistence of lip-balm conspiracy theories, but how common this line of thinking is. All sorts of industries are dogged by self-proclaimed junkies who blame nefarious manufacturer plots. Diet-soda drinkers say artificial sweeteners trigger a vicious cycle of carb cravings. The Internet is full of people who say deodorant makes them smellier and moisturizer dries their skin. Then there’s the growing “no ’poo” movement embraced by those who say shampoo sends our oil glands into hyperdrive. (The same idea occurred to me when I noticed that my dog, Louis, has clean, shiny fur despite his refusal to bathe; my own dalliance with the shampoo-free lifestyle lasted just six days.)

Maybe it’s the economy. When money’s tight, pricey personal-care products start looking like problems rather than solutions. And it’s hard to resist the idea that we can achieve perfection simply by reclaiming our natural, pre-CVS selves. But I honestly can’t quit the lip balm. Can you really get hooked? Carma Laboratories’ Woelbing, who reapplies up to eight times a day (for testing purposes, of course), says it’s impossible. Our lips don’t get worse when we stop using, he says; they just revert to their natural state, and when the air is dry, “that might be a little painful.” Dermatologists say he’s right—sort of. With overuse, the camphor and menthol in medicated balms can dry the lips, while ingredients like beeswax spur an allergic reaction in a small percent of the population. But that doesn’t equal a physiological dependency.

In fact, the folks at Blistex conduct focus groups on heavy users and have discovered they have something in common: They describe themselves as fidgety people who need a security blanket. “These are the pencil chewers and finger drummers who need something in their hands,” says Blistex President Mike Donnantuono. “They’re using it psychologically.” He has a point. While we love to blame our dependencies on evil conspiracies, it’s usually the compulsive lotion users, the hygiene freaks and the orally fixated soda guzzlers who develop a problem. At least my habit is cheap. As Donnantuono puts it, “For a couple bucks, you get to feel better.” That’s a statement any lip balm addict can appreciate.



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4 Temmuz 2010 Pazar

Are You Usually the Dumper or the Dumpee?

I just read this article and want to share it with you, it's from the Single-ish Dating Blog by Erin Meanly.

I’ve had three really good girlfriends get dumped recently. What is up with that?! Not only am I sad for my friends, but all this dumpage has got me thinking. I’m starting to see a pattern.

I think we believe that there’s equality in dating because we can ask a guy out or plan a date or pay. But in the end, and based on what I’ve seen, we women don’t have as much control as we think. (Unless you’re a ball-buster like the (fictional!) Avery in Jerry Maguire.)

It seems like the conclusion of a relationship is almost always up to the guy, or it always starts with them. Yeah, maybe we dump them, but it’s rarely because we don’t like them any more. It’s often because they’re acting disinterested or immature and therefore making us miserable, so we have to give them the boot. Or maybe it’s just that we’re willing to put more work into a relationship, so we don’t realize as quickly as they do that it’s not right.

I’m almost always the dumpee. With dating, I tend to let the guy be the aggressor. If a guy is cool and we get along, and he acts super sure and happy and interested in me, then I can really be won over. That's when the guy pulls the plug. And since I'm so passive, it seems like if I weren’t dumped all the time, then I would’ve married like 50 guys by now. And they might have all been wrong. Well, I probably wouldn’t have gotten to the altar, but still! That’s scary!

So, is it for our own good that they choose to dump us? Is it good to be the dumpee? Are you usually the dumper or the dumpee? Which would you rather be?

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1 Temmuz 2010 Perşembe

Summer Study

Hey! While you are laying down, sipping your lemonade, maybe getting your toes in the sand or the pool, I'm in the computer lad in my summer school, working. I've been taking art and intensive dance classes for the last few days and I'm exhausted already. USA seemed like a shopping heaven to me before I came here and started studying in this legendary school. I'll be reporting when I can randomly and I hope all of you the best of summer! (although I'm really jealous:))

28 Haziran 2010 Pazartesi

How Summer Starts For Me




Hey! I'm preparing my luggage and sitting on it to close it while I'm writing:) I'm going to USA for summer school and hope to have a lot of fun! My blog will be full of summer adventures in the next weeks! I hope to meet many people and bond with them. I have a Turkish flag with me that I will show, maybe I'll find some ethnical music online and belly dance for them! I hope all of my readers have fun as much as me and my friends! See you soon:)

27 Haziran 2010 Pazar

I hate goodbyes


I'm going to the States in 2 days with a few friends to summer school but it feels like the timing is really bad.. I'm in between of many conflicts with myself, whereas, I don't know what to do. I don't want to leave Turkey and my friends but that is what I need to do. But goodbyes are a new start and I hope it will be one for me too.:)

23 Haziran 2010 Çarşamba

Is it because you love me?

You act weird
Talk coldly
You say you
Don't love me
It's the vacation we're talking about
The bad thing I have to see
You say you're gonna find another women
Replacing me

You tell me it's normal
While I kiss a French guy
But no, I wouldn't,
As you dream my goodbye
And I dream your cry

But I don't even know if you'll cry
Love or even care
All I wanna know is,
Do you love me and do you dare?

And the sun comes out


Readers who've checked my blog before, they could see my article about the storm this morning and what it made me feel. Now, the weather's wonderful and the sun is shining with it's whole strength. My friends are over and it's time for a trip to the pool.

Sun comes out after the storm




As I'm writing, the storm gets stronger and louder, and my hair is still damp from my happy, but too-short trip to the pool. After a few minutes of disappointment, I got out of the pool to watch the storm from the window. The blur gets bigger and I can't see the forest next to our house anymore. My sister looks up with a huge enthusiasm to say "Wow! What a storm!" and goes back to watching Glee, a phenomenon, while I still can't take my eyes off the storm. As a bird falls, I can't stop myself from laughing with pity and another sound comes, "Bamm!!!". I think of the Gulf Stream, my boyfriend, my school, my friends and how I'm going to the states for a vacation in a week. A bird tries to fly by and my cat meows with a question on her mind. It's like she is trying to say, "I'm afraid, what is this?" I look at her, pet her and the storm stops in a moment. We both look up to the sun and smile.

22 Haziran 2010 Salı

Life is a bowl of cherries

I feel mixed.. More than anything, knots, hairs that weren't combed for years, an old rug... I feel confused. As I write, my cell vibrates and my friend worries,"Are u o.k.?" says the context. I reply back. Just like him, I write to shut my sorrow up. My mom comes in, I try to wipe my tears and act like I'm a non-caring, typical teenager. She gets mad and tells me to look at her eyes to tell me where she should drop me off. She wants me to treat her like a human instead of looking at the pc screen. I remember the word "Nothing is like it seems." I try to look at her face and make sure she doesn't get sad because of me. I tell her I'm going to meet him and she could drop me off at the mall. She goes away just after she puts a bowl of cherries in front of me. I stare at them. Mt cell vibrates again. He's worrying now. I feel sad for every one of us. I stare back at the cherries. They are the fun fruit. They've always been in the most playful photos, moments and memories. Now, how come they end up on my bed, near a girl, so confused?

21 Haziran 2010 Pazartesi

More Snapshots From Italy!








I've just posted a few pictures from Naples and Rome in Italy, about our school trip and to make sure my readers, bloggers see what we lived.


20 Haziran 2010 Pazar

How Italy Changed My Life..




Did you ever guess a trip for just a few days could mean a lot in a persons life? Well, it did for me. Take a look..:)

Another Newborn Baby Crying


You know the first time a baby is born, she starts crying? A newbie is just like a baby, I'm crying. trying to express my feelings and opinions by the only way I know. Write, write, write... And 'till some one stops me, I will never shut up. I dedicate this article to Ayse Kiper, my beloved cousin who made me create a blog in the first place, aka, The Maestro. For the ones who want to visit her blog, go to; www.theninenymphs.blogspot.com
Ciao for now!