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:)

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.:)

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.

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?

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.

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!