Tagged

Long, long ago I was tagged by Richard. I was away… then I managed to turn flickr into a big chaos, then I couldn’t decide which image to use, and of course being lazy helped a bit. And one day (which is today), I felt I run out of excuses (something that doesn’t happen to me often!) So it is time to play.

 

1

I am probably the most quick-tempered person on earth. And unlike quick-tempered people, I do not calm down easily: my anger continues and continues and continues…

(Ohh… I should’ve written this at the end…Now you’ll all go thinking what an awful person I am. But come back… I am not that bad. At least not always!)

 

2

Making me angry is so easy. Hmmm…well…making me smile is so easy, too! And I cry very easily. (Gosh! I am such an easy person!)

 

3

One of the things that gets on my nerves is gay marriage becoming a state and public affair, and topic of political discussion. “Since when the relationship between two people has become others’ business?” “Would you like to be told with whom you might get married?” are some of the questions I raise. When two people love each other, getting married or not is up to them-and only to them. Love is enough… and ‘granting’ a right is unacceptable. (How strange to punish people because they love…whereas human history is full of people who became/were made hero because they hated. I really have problems in understanding humans…)

 

4

Another thing that gets on my nerves is (yes…yes… there are so many things that get on my nerves:-) ) that I will never be able to read all the books I’d love to read though I am a bookworm. Life is too short for this…and books (fortunately) are so many. And the number of books increases since I tend to reread and reread and reread.

 

5

Maybe it is time to mention some things that I love…

I love falling asleep in front of tv.

But I sleep very little…and I don’t have tv. So I don’t have many chances to enjoy this ‘activity’ Maybe I should start sleeping more and buy a tv-just to indulge myself.

 

6

My love for endless sea is endless… Yet I am in love with a landlocked country: Mongolia…

 

7

Give me something sour…and you can take my soul!

(I think this can be a good beginning for a childish poem that a dear friend has been asking from me!!)

 

Lemon, sour plums, green almonds, sour apples…you name it:-)

 

8

I don’t like theater…but I love reading plays. Tennessee Williams, Ionesco (Theatre of the Absurd in general) are among my favorite playwrights.

 

9

I love Pink Panther! He is more than a cartoon character for me:-)

 

10

I am a morning person. I love mornings. I wake up so early. My mind and senses are wide open in the mornings. I am so cheerful and talkative…hence turning un-morning peoples’ mornings into a hell! (No, I don’t feel guilty for doing so… because their mornings are hell with or without me!) But… if you’ll ever see me in the morning, do not touch me until I have several glasses of water and a few sips of coffee…for your own safety. (Unless you are a cat. I am at the service of cats even before having some water and coffee. (Cats… it is amazing how they twist people around their little claws!) )

 

11

I love flowers…but I never pick them. Picking flowers is killing them-that's how I feel. Flower fields (especially wild flower fields), flowers planted in flowerpots or seeds are how I receive flowers.

 

12

Stray cats and dogs and homeless people of İstanbul are my friends. I don’t make any effort to make friends with them …it just happens. Always.

They have so little, almost nothing to offer… yet they are the most generous beings.

They don’t guard their hearts…and I wish they do, even this means I may be deprived of their friendship.

 

13

I talk to and with myself…quite often. (No, not because I find my talks so pleasing:-) )

 

14

When I am talking, I have no notion of how to start to begin with…I start from the middle, I hide my assumptions, I follow my never-stopping chain of associations as if people can read my mind… and I expect people to understand me, as if these are not enough I head into paths of those associations, ending up forgetting what I was saying, why I started talking… (See, my talks are not that pleasing… so why am I talking to and with myself? I have no idea… )

 

15

I have a very strong memory. I remember my very early childhood. I remember instants…I remember scents and colors and feelings of instants. But if I have to remember a number, forget it… I don’t even know my own phone number!

 

16

Teasing is a way of showing love for me. A very expressive way.

 

 

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