home is home

önümde bir karanlık yol, benimle yürür müsün? zemini meçhul bir yol, yanımda yürür müsün? yabancı dil bi yere kadar, ah türkçe... hiç bir kimse anlamaz beni senin gibi, hiç bir kimse tanımaz beni senin kadar. dumandan geldi, senin gibi.

lets have a try...

well, nothing has changed but the language... maybe the reason is just to practice english or any other ridicilous way of my feelings' expression, whatever...

it's been almost a month here and i can say that i dont feel strange or homesick, which i find strange indeed.

i am still looking for my passions in some clubs, pubs or in homeless youth hostel, or sometimes in my housemates' eyes. I cant say i have a clue for now.

good news is that i know few people here to speak about my confuse mind or listen theirs. And also thanks to internet technology that makes possible to read, listen or watch anything from all over the world.

well, as usual, there is no new thing, i guess, it is just going on, and i am just watching life with some bad feelings caused from not to be in action. That is mostly because i have no idea what to say at the end of the day.

words... meaningless if it is just to talk.