Where the wind blows
There is yağmur
Where the sea meets coast
Yağmur is there -
Yağmur
A day passes with clouds above
Moving Yağmur to her true love
Far over the hills
into the valleys where wind chills
Yağmur
Yağmur falls - but never hurts
Soft to touch
A song brought by birds
A sweet smell we love so much
Yağmur
To see, to feel
A chance to dream
Yağmur - an entity so real
Falling forever
But never
exhausted.
Yağmur
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25 Haziran 2010 Cuma
24 Haziran 2010 Perşembe
The College Community
At Uni. I was Secretary and for a short term President of the ISS (International Students Society), which brought together the students studying at the institution on a social level. The members were mainly Turks, Cypriots (from both sides), French, Scandanavians, Dutch and American. Most of these were either Turks, Greeks or Cypriots studying Maritime Law.
My friends were both Turkish and Greek Masters students throughout the majority of my time at college. It is from them that I learned the few useless words such as "bok"/"skata" and "eşoğulueşek"/"malaka". These were frequent words - among others hurled around cafés and bars in the city.
One of my best friends was called Kerem (aka Mannie). We hung out together almost everyday doing almost everything imaginable. Kerem's main role came to be constraining the levels of sensitivity and attention that I gave to girls. It was extremely amusing to friends that I managed to accumulate hundreds of female friends but none of them became anything more than a close friend. I learned at college that women talk a lot - and if you listen too much and care too much, you're a great friend - and too good to lose. Hence not suitable boyfriend material.
This, of course was not the objective in a young guys head. All confused, I wondered why girls prefered jerks to a caring, cultured guy who was really interested in the person rather than physique. Therefore, the three amigos (Kerem, Jo and Nick) as I called them - continually made fun of my failures in luring a girl on a date.
Ironically, girls felt so comfortable going out with me on dates, that other guys' girlfriends would say to their boyfriend: "I'm going to the cinema with Neil." // "Ok, say hi!"
I really didn't see why I wasn't able to establish any meaningful, intimate bonds with girls.
Then Kerem stepped in. He, with a few other friends (Kemi and Hayat) introduced me to internet chat. They decided that face-to-face was a disaster for me and told me I would become a monk in the hills of an Eastern European country! Cruel bastards!
One day, in thew open planned Babbage Buiding computer centre, we sat in a row. The log-in screen came up and we all logged in and opened the chat client. Within an hour I was meeting people from all corners of the earth; mostly Far Eastern chicks. Kerem suddenly came and said "Dude, what the hell are you doing? Just talk to chicks man. Forget the guys. It's time to see if your poems work on girls online. But cut the crap. No bullshit. "asl?"."
"asl" I learned was a fast way of finding the "age, sex and location" of a chat friend. So, I was continuously writing "21 m uk" in every window that sounded like a girls name.
Hayat then made an observation: "Neil! You wait till someone asks for your information. Don't just advertise yourself, only freaks and gays will respond."
This, over time got a bit boring in my opinion, but I was happy to see my close friends enjoy the entertainment. Nick tried convincing lesbians that he was also a lesbian and to persuade them to send him pictures; a complete waste of time! "Neil there's a Brazilian chick here! How do you say: "Do you like Hugh Grant?" ". Hayat was looking for Chinese girls and Kerem was chatting with his German girlfriend. Suddenly - "Eimeriina" wanted some online interaction. I asked the standard "asl" and "18 f istanbul" appeared.
"Hey Kerem, a Turkish chick wants to chat." I shouted
"Quiet man! So chat! Relax! Tell her your handsome. But ask her to send a picture, because half of the girls are not girls, they're fat unemployed dudes."
"Tell me some Turkish. I want to impress her."
"So write Merhaba"
"Mer-what? Come here man. Write something nice." I insisted
Kerem came over reluctantly and wrote: "Merhaba, ben Neil. Memnun oldum."
Immediately the person - presumably not a fat guy - replied: "You are Turkish!"
After much persuation "Eimeriina" or Nida and I formed a relationship which brought me to Turkey. For that, I owe her much thanks for what she taught me.
Nida was a beautiful veterinary student at Istanbul University on a campus far outside the centre of the city.
The first time I visited Turkey was in 1998, May - I went to Adana for an escapade with my new-found friend and couldn't believe my luck. At that time we were only friends and we only emailed for a while as I went to Brazil, already having formed a friendship there with a Brazilian girl.
These travels to all different continents soon ended when Nida came to England in 2000 to stay and study at a nearby University where I had found work as a summer school teacher. They were great times and eventually, I decided to try seeking work in Turkey. I had the perfect credentials and it was either Brazil or Turkey. I chose my current home - Istanbul.
Since then a lot has happened - but unless you have questions, I won't bore you all.
I plan to fill this weblog with my current life - my new beginning.
My friends were both Turkish and Greek Masters students throughout the majority of my time at college. It is from them that I learned the few useless words such as "bok"/"skata" and "eşoğulueşek"/"malaka". These were frequent words - among others hurled around cafés and bars in the city.
One of my best friends was called Kerem (aka Mannie). We hung out together almost everyday doing almost everything imaginable. Kerem's main role came to be constraining the levels of sensitivity and attention that I gave to girls. It was extremely amusing to friends that I managed to accumulate hundreds of female friends but none of them became anything more than a close friend. I learned at college that women talk a lot - and if you listen too much and care too much, you're a great friend - and too good to lose. Hence not suitable boyfriend material.
This, of course was not the objective in a young guys head. All confused, I wondered why girls prefered jerks to a caring, cultured guy who was really interested in the person rather than physique. Therefore, the three amigos (Kerem, Jo and Nick) as I called them - continually made fun of my failures in luring a girl on a date.
Ironically, girls felt so comfortable going out with me on dates, that other guys' girlfriends would say to their boyfriend: "I'm going to the cinema with Neil." // "Ok, say hi!"
I really didn't see why I wasn't able to establish any meaningful, intimate bonds with girls.
Then Kerem stepped in. He, with a few other friends (Kemi and Hayat) introduced me to internet chat. They decided that face-to-face was a disaster for me and told me I would become a monk in the hills of an Eastern European country! Cruel bastards!
One day, in thew open planned Babbage Buiding computer centre, we sat in a row. The log-in screen came up and we all logged in and opened the chat client. Within an hour I was meeting people from all corners of the earth; mostly Far Eastern chicks. Kerem suddenly came and said "Dude, what the hell are you doing? Just talk to chicks man. Forget the guys. It's time to see if your poems work on girls online. But cut the crap. No bullshit. "asl?"."
"asl" I learned was a fast way of finding the "age, sex and location" of a chat friend. So, I was continuously writing "21 m uk" in every window that sounded like a girls name.
Hayat then made an observation: "Neil! You wait till someone asks for your information. Don't just advertise yourself, only freaks and gays will respond."
This, over time got a bit boring in my opinion, but I was happy to see my close friends enjoy the entertainment. Nick tried convincing lesbians that he was also a lesbian and to persuade them to send him pictures; a complete waste of time! "Neil there's a Brazilian chick here! How do you say: "Do you like Hugh Grant?" ". Hayat was looking for Chinese girls and Kerem was chatting with his German girlfriend. Suddenly - "Eimeriina" wanted some online interaction. I asked the standard "asl" and "18 f istanbul" appeared.
"Hey Kerem, a Turkish chick wants to chat." I shouted
"Quiet man! So chat! Relax! Tell her your handsome. But ask her to send a picture, because half of the girls are not girls, they're fat unemployed dudes."
"Tell me some Turkish. I want to impress her."
"So write Merhaba"
"Mer-what? Come here man. Write something nice." I insisted
Kerem came over reluctantly and wrote: "Merhaba, ben Neil. Memnun oldum."
Immediately the person - presumably not a fat guy - replied: "You are Turkish!"
After much persuation "Eimeriina" or Nida and I formed a relationship which brought me to Turkey. For that, I owe her much thanks for what she taught me.
Nida was a beautiful veterinary student at Istanbul University on a campus far outside the centre of the city.
The first time I visited Turkey was in 1998, May - I went to Adana for an escapade with my new-found friend and couldn't believe my luck. At that time we were only friends and we only emailed for a while as I went to Brazil, already having formed a friendship there with a Brazilian girl.
These travels to all different continents soon ended when Nida came to England in 2000 to stay and study at a nearby University where I had found work as a summer school teacher. They were great times and eventually, I decided to try seeking work in Turkey. I had the perfect credentials and it was either Brazil or Turkey. I chose my current home - Istanbul.
Since then a lot has happened - but unless you have questions, I won't bore you all.
I plan to fill this weblog with my current life - my new beginning.
The Beginning
Then - I moved to Turkey! September 27th, 2000.
From that point onwards - I have never thought about leaving and going anywhere else.
I've stayed in many unusual places and often got on the wrong bus and ended up somewhere near Batman, another time Manisa. Adventures are limitless for anyone here.
However, after starting work here, the touristic perspective changes.
So, how did it all begin? Where did I come from? What did I do to get here? And why here?
For certain purposes - the names of Turkish individuals have been changed as a sign of respect and privacy.
In the UK, I was living in a maisonette in the centre of Plymouth with my best friends at Uni...
Nick and Jo.
Nick is French and still a close friend - but very different from the university days.
He looks like a French version of Hugh Grant! Handsome...but the unfortunate part is...he knew this and played on it as a little playboy in training. As a friend - perfect...as a boyfriend - a total bastard.
Jo, a Spanish guy from the Canary Islands. A guy who graduated in Electrical engineering but struggled to master the pronunciation of English. Pizza - Pissa / Coke - Cock / How are you? - C'monn mang, I need sum bira. / Let's share the bill - Yu pay da bill I go get cock from market man.
A tall, thin guy who loved anything free. Order pizza? Jo says - I'll eat the free one.
Jo wants money - Let me look inside the sofa for money, maybe there's enough for cigarettes.
Next....the introduction to Turks.
From that point onwards - I have never thought about leaving and going anywhere else.
I've stayed in many unusual places and often got on the wrong bus and ended up somewhere near Batman, another time Manisa. Adventures are limitless for anyone here.
However, after starting work here, the touristic perspective changes.
So, how did it all begin? Where did I come from? What did I do to get here? And why here?
For certain purposes - the names of Turkish individuals have been changed as a sign of respect and privacy.
In the UK, I was living in a maisonette in the centre of Plymouth with my best friends at Uni...
Nick and Jo.
Nick is French and still a close friend - but very different from the university days.
He looks like a French version of Hugh Grant! Handsome...but the unfortunate part is...he knew this and played on it as a little playboy in training. As a friend - perfect...as a boyfriend - a total bastard.
Jo, a Spanish guy from the Canary Islands. A guy who graduated in Electrical engineering but struggled to master the pronunciation of English. Pizza - Pissa / Coke - Cock / How are you? - C'monn mang, I need sum bira. / Let's share the bill - Yu pay da bill I go get cock from market man.
A tall, thin guy who loved anything free. Order pizza? Jo says - I'll eat the free one.
Jo wants money - Let me look inside the sofa for money, maybe there's enough for cigarettes.
Next....the introduction to Turks.
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