alone with me

+ long time no see, humita!!
- well... yeah... i've been busy.... with stuff... yeah....


Edit:

today is the day I started to put on my jeans. meaning: autumn has just come, damnit.

today is the day my mom's paintings seemed to have a future in the market. meaning: there is hope for the biz.

today has been a good day.

mimarim yeter ki sen uzulme (hh part 2)

ok, since i have couple of readers, some foreigners (gosh, why dont i have a normal life with full of turkish fans all around me?? :P) i'll try to tell the story's other half. 

mmm lemme think... what happened next..?? 

so,  me, in the middle of nowhere, almost nowhere, standing on the high-fuckin-way, freaked the shit out of me, literally, trying to think that no one will rape me then kill me before reaching Turkey.... 

highway, but very few cars passing, very very fast, maybe going with 160-180 km/h, no one stopping, not even slowing down, however, thinking positive, in between horrible scenarios in my head, must have worked. in couple of minutes (seriously, i didnt wait so long at all) a HUUUGE truck written Acarlar (or Açarlar) started to ´honking, and slowing down... that was when i had a real paradox in my life: being happy to see a Turkish truck stopping, and being frustrated to see a Turkish truck stopping.  ahahaha 

case 1: happy to see someone from your country, solidarity, turkish people would understand the difficulties and they are helpful, they like students, and even hitchhikers cause they are very curoius to get to know what is going on, so.... good sign thats a turkish, i'll ve saved. 

case 2: frustrated to see someone from your country, because that country is turkey, because turkish truck drivers may not be the best people to trust with your life, especially if you're a lone traveler, sorry, a lone FEMALE traveler. explain the reasons, i will have to be classist, and arrogant, but i don't want to. however, give a brief idea, they can be very very rude and dangerous towards women. 

my case turned out to be the first one, luckily. predictable since i am safe and sound in my home country.

i was going to kesan, a small town,10 km to the border. surprisingly the driver was from that town. he offered me to take there. he was a good guy i must say, single with couple of years to retire. he said that he had a small boat, he is planning to sail when he retires, and travel the world. he even got the sailing (capitain's) licence... we talked about the countries he had been, the problems at the borders, transporting goods, driving all the time... then politics. he was turkish nationalist, meaning, hated kurdish people. blaming everything on them as if their fault it was all bad things happening in turkey. well, at least hated AKP as well, the current governing party. people from trakya, are a bit more leftist, they like drinking, and celebrating things, having fun, even Raki, the turkish drink is from there, i guess the reason is that they are close to greece and bulgaria where people have a lot of relations with those nations, and christians. it has its history too.. anyways... 

we finally reached the border, waited for couple of hours, unfortunately, due to the "iftar vakti" (the fasting break of ramadan) all the officers were eating... we had to wait... 

on the turkish side, the passport officer almost interrogated me. i felt like i was crossing the german border, of course to germany, or in the interview of american visa where they interrogate the history of your descendents......  he asked me when i got to thessaloniki, what time, and what i was doing in spain, why i was going back to turkey, how i got to alexandropolis, looking at the truck driver, who was really offended by those questions and the attitude of the policeman who, in the end, told me that i should never hitchhike like that, because truck drivers might not be helpful as he was, and that it was very dangerous. I said OK. i was trying to remain calm. 

from 6 oclock in the evening, to 10 , finally we were in turkey. i mean leaving the border behind, i clapped my hands out of joy. 

driver amca took me to the Kesan bus terminal, so that i could take another bus which would go to the small town where my family was: Edremit. 

that was pretty funny when he pulled the huuuge truck to the right side of the road, to drop me at the terminal... he did. he stayed with me until i bought my ticket to Edremit, then he shook my hand and left. 

he was really a good guy. he even bought me lipton ice tea green (with green tea, that doesnt exist in spain, i really miss that drink) when we had to wait at the greek border.... 

at 10.30 at night, my bus arrived.... another 5 hours on the roads to go.... with a lot of babies, teenagers, stupid discussions on the bus, stops at the sideroad restaurants, lights on/off every 2 hours.... 5 long hours with no good sleep....

in the end, i quote: 

"Barcelona (E) to Ören (TR) with numbers : 1 plane + 3 bus + 2 car + 1 truck = 25 hours : 1,5 + 2,5 + 2 = 6h of sleep, 1 pack of biscuits + 1 plate of chickpea, 2 bottles of water + 1 icetea. Here I am, in 1 piece !"

How did i hitchhike in the middle of nowhere (in greece) - hh part 1

One girl
One evening
No one helping her
In the middle of highway

Ok. I'm not the only girl who tried to hitchhike alone in europe. thats not a big news for humanity. Girls alone autostop the whole europe, til middle east then even in india blabla. BUT NOT ME.
its quite a news for me.

I am stubborn. I decided not to wait all night long to take the safe autobus to go turkey. No. I decided to reach the border with my own terms, possibilities and so, which means HH, basically.
No problem with reaching to alexandroupolis. I took the bus, for 4 hours. The stupid problem is that there is no bus going to turkey, before 3 o clock in the morning. So, what? Am I gonna wait 12 hours? Noo.

I met a young greek boy in the bus. Very young, 19 years old. When we got off, his friend and he tried to help me, by looking for the tourist information desk. on the street, I saw some young hippi-ish guys, some with rasta, some half naked (topless), they looked like they could like some adventure like hitchhiking to turkey, I decided to talk to them. Of course it has nothing to do with the fact that one of them was totally the love of my life, my future husband with blue eyes, long blond hair, shirtless, tattoo, omg, those shoulders, that chest... I stop. take me back there!

apparently they had no idea about hitchhiking. Disappointment. I wanted to ask more in order to be able to stare at him a bit more, I was wishing that they invited me up there house or to get some drinks.... But no. I am in greece, that would happen in spain... not in greece.

My head down on the road, took my luggage and left, probably looking like a turkish girl who escaped from home to be an artist or singer... Cause they asked me with eyes full of pity, how I got there...

In the end, I found some cartonbox to write huge TURKEY (KESAN) and started to wait for cars, the board on one hand, hitchhike finger on the other hand... No one came to pick me up towards turkey, except one car who told me thar I should go to the highway, cause the cars and trucks coming from thessaloniki are passing there to go to turkey. I said ok. im such a fearless stupid.

He took me to the highway, long road to walk back in case of some unfortunate experience, it was already like 6.30 afternoon. Sun was setting. Me, in the middle of nowhere, alone, a few cars passing full throttle. No houses around... Just land and lanscape...

Then I realized, that I was not really being wise going there, not waiting for the bus at 2 am.

Think positive, think positive. Board, finger, just wait, and hope for the best....

My savior

Sevgili teknoloji, yok yok, sevgili cep telefonum. Sen olmasaydın ben buralarda uc gün ne yapardım hiç bilmiyorum. You made my days here. I owe you all my joy and happiness.

You connected me to the world, to my friends, family, to whom I love the most, with you I could take photos, shitty, but it's something. I even tried to watch tv. It didn't work. But it's not you, it's the bad internet connection.

Whenever I was sad or bored, you saved me and my state of mind, thank you so much. Otherwise probably I would go crazy.

The only bad part of you is that your battery is so lousy, incredible that sometimes you don't even last 1day... Don't know if we can work it out somehow.

Over all, I really owe you a big one my baby mobile...
Love ya.

this is not a poem

hey you, barman!


I like you. 
I mean, I find you very cute. 
like a puppy cute.
maybe you are a bit short. 
and a bit skinny.
definitely not the type I usually fantasize about.
even with your little glasses
I am attracted to you.
somehow.


I look into your eyes. 
directly.
I try to catch your eyes as well.
and talk to you, in my very own way.
and make you talk to me too. 
in fact, you do. 
sometimes you even smile. 
well, I must confess that I like making you smile. 
a lot.
then I smile a lot too.
I can't help it.


when I pay you, everything ends.
then I hope that you to make the move to talk to me again.
I wait.
but you don't.
maybe because usually you're busy. 
could be.
or maybe not. 
maybe it's just you don't like me. 
or maybe you are just shy, just like me.
I don't know.
how will I know?! 


maybe I like you because you don't make any move.
maybe if you make some stupid one, it will be all over.
maybe I won't like you anymore.
maybe I won't want you to talk to me.
or look at me. 
maybe I won't even want to go to that bar again.
maybe.
or maybe not.


how will I know?
how can I know?






I'll ask you out.

parla.cat

EVEEEEET! 


As I promised to myself, from now on, well, from couple of hours ago, I am trabajo-free, totally free, dedicating myself to my -with my friend's exact words: noble goals! 


I have already changed the language of my blogger into català and activated my account on PARLA.CAT. 
I really wanna learn català although it is incredibly difficult for me (sad sad face). Hear me out, my dear catalan friends! Be proud! 


what was more on the list? dont remember, damn ! 


oh, I've been applying to jobs, any jobs, since the last month... nothing yet... you never know... 


what else? losing weight.......... haven't eaten much today, though it was not because of diet, but because of the homeworks and job applications on what i was completely focused.... 


more, more!!!! 


finally, I was thinking of re-activating my facebook account... after i could literally finish my homeworks... I did it, but I am still thinking about it, can't be sure, can't dare, i'm scared and also have the feeling of shame as if i am sneaking around behind people's back or commiting an adultry :P 


what would happen if i re-activate it? would i get drawn into it? or everything would be just like it is now... ARGH FUCK!!  .......... speaking of which..... lately I have a lot of urges to do it..... ARGHHH! 


anybody help me?! 


>x(

Bfs

While waiting for the professor who gave me an appointment and late for half an hour, it got me thinking....

My first boyfriend was practically an arrogant jerk. He cheated on me.
My second boyfriend was a psycho and sociopath. He threatened me to spread a gossip that I was lesbian because I didn't sleep with him.
My third boyfriend was schizophrenic. He lied to me about his whole life, and to his friends about me.
My fourth boyfriend was insane. He left me for a bitchy girl he was obsessed for 7 years.
My fifth boyfriend was a great kisser. And probably gay, never slept together.
My sixth boyfriend was a cutie. But chemically we didn't fit together.
My seventh boyfriend was a douchebag. He wanted to have a more "liberal" relationship by telling me that he was going to spend the whole weekend with another girl.
My eighth boyfriend was a total latino lover. But he didn't even bother to come to visit me in my country.
My nineth boyfriend never actually became my boyfriend. I fell for him, a big time...
My tenth boyfriend seemed perfect at first. Then he chose Barcelona's political fights over me.


Well.........


With this beautiful profile of love history, I am not so sure if i should still have some faith in the fact that there is a perfect guy or relationship waiting for me, especially in this globalized world where everything is based on marketing and consuming including sex, and love and affection has no meaning at all... 


Should I go with the consumers' flow or wait for my prince charming? 

patlican

yes, i've changed my blog's design again. that would be my, like, 50th change... probably.
what can i say? i get bored very easilly. 


it all started when i left home to go to a job interview. which turned out to be a mass job application actually. anyway, thats not the subject. 


everything started when i was walking on the calle elizavet... decided to write a post about it. then after a while, i came home from a balkan music party (was not really a party, but anyway) then instead of writing, i started to redesign and reorganize my blog. 


and just now i realize that i write very dull in english... maybe that's the subject which is dull, or the hour, or the sleep i have.. 


or it's just me...






yet, i had so many things to write in mind.................

dipsiz kuyu

ooof of. (english version below)

kokular guclu hatirlaticilardir derler, hani bir koku duydugunzda anilariniz hemen canlanirmis, keskinmis yani. oysa bence muzik/sarkilar, gecmisle, dinlendigi donem, anilar ve insanlarla o kadar baglantili ki, bir anda feleginizi sasirtir. 

gerci hatirlamanin sonu yoktur, en ufak abudik gubidik seyler bile cat diye hic istemediginiz zamanda istemediginiz birini hatirlatir, sizi o ana goturuverir. sonra ne mod kalir ne nese ne heyecan, ananizi beller o saniyede. 

meger ne "atlattim ben" diye dusundugunuz kisiler, ne de "tamam ya gecti gitti yok artik" dediginiz duygular yok olmus hayatinizdan. 

bir bakmissiniz, memleket meseleleri konusurken, insanlar yaninizda bayram naralari atarken, komunizmmis fasizmmis, revolusyon neymis tartisirken onu dusunur olmussunuz... kimse gormez uzerinizden gecen huzun bulutunu, sizi sizden iyi tanidigini sanan kisiler bile farkedemez o anda neler olup bittigini, siz yuzlerce kisinin arasinda oyle kalakalirsiniz boslukta, bosa boslara dalip giderek. belki ister istemez ironik bir gulumseme olusur yuzunuzde, gecirilmis zamanlarin, yapilamayan yapilamayacak beyin firtinalarinin, muhabbetlerin anisina......

bir bakmissiniz icten ice sorar olmussunuz kendinize, evrene, artik su enerjileri kim duzenliyorsa secret midir, kahpe felek midir, ne haltsa, benzeri birsey bir daha basiniza gelecek mi diye, merak biraz da isyan, ortaya karisik duygular gelmis coreklenmis bogrunuzun ortasina.

bir kez daha bakmissiniz ki, bu sefer dusunur olmussunuz, acaba naapiodur, o da boyle arada bir o zamanlari yad ediyor mudur, buruk buruk oluyor mudur ici, hafif bir ozlem, hafif bir pismanlik, hafif bir degisim ruzgarlari esiyor mudur o tarafa dogru, merak ediyor mudur sizi gibisinden.... 

son bir kez baktiginizda o son gunu gorursunuz, son zamanlari, son dakikalari, o son oldugunu bile bilmediginiz anlari... veda etmeden, etmeye kiyamadiginizdan mi yoksa aslinda gayet guzel kiydiginizdan mi, gidisinizi... yarim birakilmis, ya da harcanip tuketilmis duygulari... boyle arkanizda karman corman, ya da size oyle gelen, seyler birakarak, fevri... 

acaba'lar ah o acaba'lar... o kadar cokturlar ki... varliklari gormezden gelinemez... 

belki de o yuzden bir sarki, bir soz, bir nesne alir goturur, ustune bir de birakir sizi o dipsiz kuyuya...

****

well, sometimes (most of the time) the mother tongue is the best for expressing oneself... you  know, especially when you have the blues, when you remember someone that you had been keeping yourself away from remembering ir feeling sad about... but as if the universe is against it, you just remember him from very stupid little things... some conversations, even from political words and terms... i just remember how we were together, our brainstormings, whatever. 


its ironic especially when i talk about the same stuff to other people, i feel like i am mind-cheating on you... of course not, but, it feels strange coz i remember how strong and passionate i was feeling with you while talking and discussing those things, world saving moments and so... i wonder whether i will ever have someone with similar feelings and vibes again... weird... 


the problem is that, i feel like we havent finished. wait. actually, in a way, we havent really finished "it" literally... everything we had is left half. donno how to say it in english.. its like uncompleted... we finished the relationship, friendship, but actually we never had been a whole, a real whole.. never... 


it's been almost a year but i couldnt get over you.

that sucks. 

happiness

happiness is actually so simple to reach, that we usually tend to believe it is not even possible. LIE. its possible. very possible. 

its gonna sound so lame and cliché: 

happiness is on a blossomed leave, on the tree, on a flower... no, not all that shit hehe


happiness is when your plugged ear because of the pressure of a train ride unplugs after 2 days. 
happiness is when you walk on the street and in a last second you hold yourself from stepping a dog shit. 
happiness is when your best friend whose number you lost calls you one day.
happiness is when you realize you are having your period just before it drops on your panties. 
happiness is when you are told that the next class is canceled.
happiness is when you catch the last metro.
happiness is when you run into a friend of whom you have though just a second ago. 
happiness is when your favorite band comes to your town. 
happiness is when you find out that there are still some food in the fridge.
happiness is when you get hugged by a very unexpected person. 
happiness is when your train is delayed for couple of minutes when you were running your ass off to catch it. 


...


see? it's simple. 

WTF?¿

what do MEN want?! 

seriously, we, as by "we" I mean my girl friends and me, we have absolutely no clue what the fuck men want. To be honest, they dont even want "fuck" part, that we are now really sure... that is so god damn weird, because while you do all these things to reach out, and give all the hints, they seem like they have no idea about what is going on.... interesting. 

too much smoke, too much technology maybe finally killed men's brain ... all the alive grey cells, dont exist anymore as far as i can see. 

maybe thats pornography's fault... too reachable, that they dont want real girls anymore, may seem too demanding dealing with girls, so they just prefer "handling" themselves, not girls. 

not so fair. 

i am really pissed off right now. 

do we really have to shout that out loud "let's do it?" 

some dignity and GREY CELLS please.... 

kiss kiss bang bang

OK. I'm obsessed with "the kiss". i admit, then confess it. i really don't know why i give that much of importance to the kiss i experience every time. i mean, many people may think: "come on, its just a kiss" but NO, kiss is not JUST a kiss. it's the beginning of everything. the evolution. the revolution. 


i remember what i thought when i had my first kiss. i was 17, and i already had turned down so many (maybe 2 or 3) guys wanting to kiss me just because i wanted to have my first kiss with a more special person. in the end, i did NOT have it with that kind of "special" person. 


"so, is that it?!?"


i was totally disappointed. he was not a bad kisser. i don't know what i was expecting. however with more practice, i got over that disappointment after all. 


then i had the kiss which swept my feet off, literally gave way in the knees (dizlerin bagi cozulmesi kavrami), probably was not only the kiss, but also the romantic ambiance and the kisser whom i was really really into. I lost balance that i had to stop him kissing me.


then for 9 years, i have practiced this "art genre" with quite a lot of people... some good, same bad, some "comme si comme ça", some weird, some hot, some licky, some dry, some "oh, i wanna forget about the whole thing, just kill me NOW", and some "stop and marry me!" experiences... so many different styles, different tactics, use, OMG, it's really that complicated as i sound! 


I didn't mind "learning" or "adjusting" to people... It was just a kiss, right?!


but for some reason, only since last couple of years, i started to care (obsess would be the right word :P) about the kiss that much. maybe a bit too much... anyways, who cares. 


maybe that's because i got to know myself a lot more, and also what i really want, and how i really want... 


and from that time on, on people kissing bad/not good enough i lost TOTAL interest. no adjustment, no learning, nothing. 


seriously, I'm 26 now, i've spent my life learning things but mostly trying to adjust and settle for guys. then i tried to teach, considering that i am not even myself that qualified..... that's just SAD. 


I'm done with that. i won't baby-sit or train men. if i can't even get what i exactly want, than what's the point? 


oh, you don't know how to use your lips? 
oh, you don't know where and how to put your hands?
oh, you can't even get it up?
FUERA! 


as my flatmate always says: our time is too precious to waste it with useless people and doing unpractical things... :)


and sometimes, she is right.

guilty as charged

I couldn't help myself, I couldn't resist the sweet temptation of holding and touching a new electronical device, playing with its settings and applications and the way it functions......... 


I LOVE having a new electronic thing as much as I hate deciding which one to buy, as if I am choosing the man to get pregnant, for god's sake! It's just a device, well, so are men! je je je  :D


Such a painful process, so many options, so many different functions, different styles and models, and everything is just so complicated. A very important desicion coz you ll live with it at least a year! frightening! 


Since i was little, I always loved to tearing and opening boxes of devices and set them even without reading the manual. that was a passion for me. my parents thought I was gonna be a mechanical engineer or a computer something and I turned out to be a philosophy grad/a feminist. 


life is weird :)

a song which makes me think of different things...

There is this song, i don't know if it's its video which has an influence on my thoughts about the song, but it's so warm, so fun and relaxing at the same tim that one can forget all his/her problems at that very moment, and start smiling, dancing, maybe even daydreaming. 


Somehow it makes me go to Brazil, or to the nearest beach and jump on the sea even with my clothes, then laying under the sun and enjoy the heat on my skin... just the effect of the heat, warm and nice, like a good big hug from a loved one...


I miss the sea... I miss kissing... I miss a lot of things... I miss the era when people were talking to each other if they had some problems, when they didn't avoid conversations... when people were not that attached to the virtual devices. 


not having a cellphone anymore is weird. sobre todo, not having my agenda/calender, my notes, WhatsApp...


it is weird. really. sometimes it's inconvenient. 
I don't know when I will have my PMS.
I don't know the deadlines of my papers.
I don't know the email of that cute guy I met the other day.


No alarm clocks in the morning, actually I have no idea about the time especially when I get up in the morning. Thanks to the church next to our home, I live the old fashion, listening to the bells... cool. :D


when I leave home, I don't know the time and if i'm early or late, which actually gives you a certain type of access to some human contact and communication: "excuse me, what time is it?" not so bad. better than smoking just to socialize :)  (no, i, of course, dont do that, im not a stupid teenager)


maybe you cannot make very spontaneous programs, but come on, there is still internet and laptop, someone you want to see, send an email/PM, here you go, in 10 min, you are out, in a bar, listening to live rocknroll, dancing, enjoying. totally free and still communicating... not so bad. 


somehow you meet new people, take their emails. send emails. make appointments... not so difficult. no need for facebook, or twitter, or anything else. meetings have certain place and time, you just show up. not so bad.


I don't know... I'm considering taking my time until I get myself another hi-tech device, to enjoy this interesting freedom.




However, I miss my camera...




Shimbalaie makes me happy though... 
Thank you El Italiano.

¡ OMG !

Hostiasss!

Madre mía!

Yildonumum.

I’m “Guiri @ Barna”, and I’m sober for 1 year now.

I should give some more details about IT: 

FAQ's

Q: Do I miss it?

A: No, not really.

Q: Do I regret it?

A: No, not at all.

Q: Have I ever had second thoughts?

A: Sure, I'm a human being after all.

Q: Have I ever reactivated it?

A: 2 times, once for couple of minutes, to get the email of an important person, once for couple of seconds to check if they totally deleted my account, no they didnt. 

Q: Have I ever looked at it from other people's account?

A: Sure, I'm a human being, again. 

Q: Can I manage to survive?

A: Sure, no problem at all. 

Q: Can I get the news and gossips? 

A: I have friends, gossiping is universal. I get the most important ones. Better.

Q: How do I hear about events, parties and concerts?

A: I have friends, please. And still internet with a better connection.

Q: Can I be in touch with people?

A: If they/I sincerely want it, sure. There are always ways.

Q: How do I connect with people?

A: Once upon a time, we didnt have Facebook, we could still connect. Now there is e-mail, or phone, or postcards and letters. Old fashion is more fun.

Q: Am I happier now? 

A: I'm not unhappier than before.

Q: Will I reactivate it int the future?

A: You never know. But I hope not.

For more answer, please ask. 

Curiosity kills the cat. Thank G, we'r not cats.

Promises

The countries that I have promised to myself to step on: 

Vatican City 

Monaco

Kosovo

San Marino

Liechtenstein

Malta

Andorra 

Luxembourg

Slovenia

Macedonia

Albania

Since Andorra is 4 hour-bus-ride from Barcelona, my next mission should be to get there! Urgently, because I don't have much time to organize trips to those tiny countries all together :(

sweet & bitter temptation

i have concerns. 


lately one thought is crossing my mind constantly: reactivating my facebook account. 


its a sweet temptation, makes my heart pumps faster. connecting with many people, following the daily news and the accurate happenings around the world and in turkey. reaching the events organized in barcelona, stalking some new guiris in the town, sharing stuff with family and friends...


on the other hand,


its a bitter temptation, makes my stomach hurt and gives me cramps. seeing some people's profiles that i dont want to see or think, knowing how they are doing or with who they are talking. i know i wont hold myself, i wont resist THAT temptation which will make me feel miserable. i know myself, i am weak until i make a strong and instant decision to rip those people off my life. however i am not sure if i will be able to do so in near future. maybe yes maybe no. i dont feel ready despite the sweet temptation of being watched and followed by others... 


yeah, we are social animals. but i CHOSE not to be one, at least not through some virtual cyber life stalker gadget. (ok, i dont wanna be followed on the street either, lets be clear about that:P) 


still... that sweet temptation... 




maybe it's called BOREDOM...

No Facebook

Yes. I've decided to deactivate my Facebook account, couple of days ago.

I was coming back home, on the bus, then it just hit me. Ok, I always wanted to get rid of Facebook but somehow, I couldn't do it. I guess I didn't have the guts :) Then I said to myself: That's it, I'm doin it. Here I go.

Now, the question is: What do I do instead of "watching" Facebook constantly?

a short summary:

Day 1

Looking for Master Programs for my academic future.

Watching "Malcolm in the Middle". A LOT.

More academic search.

Thinking about studying for the exam.

More "Malcolm in the Middle".

No Regret!

Day 2

Even more adacemic worries -oops, I mean search :P

Change of serie: "Clarissa".

Thinking about studying.

More "Clarissa".

Getting to study, finally.

Taking the exam.

More "Malcolm in the Middle" at night.

Some more thinkings about studying for the next exam.

No regret.

Day 3

Really studying for the exam.

Taking the exam.

More seach for academic future.

Some applications.

Organizing my room after 5 months.

Hanging some photos on the walls.

Getting busy with everything.

STILL NO REGRET! :)

Why am I writing in English?

Donno, I feel like doing so.