i used to write more back then.

 
impressions of istanbul in april '05.
it's been a year.
there is still
the coral red nail polish
in her drawer.

the smell of earth
and those tiny blue flowers
on her grave.
i didn't cry then
but i yelled at
an infinite abyss of
apple blossoms.

istanbul.
the king of trumpery.
taxi rides along the sea.
dead jelly fish, wrinkles, pines
and those dirty alley cats
i miss.

i wrote this exactly one year ago, the pictures are from my trip to istanbul&adapazarı in april '05. i usually don't publish my writings because i think they're silly and too personal but this one's actually for a special person because it's a special day.

i don't wanna hear about your day.

spending days sweating, trying not to faint on the bus and drinking strawberry daiquiris after uni with old friends. the japanese exam of doom is in about 2 weeks and i'm still not doing as much as i should but i'm always just too exhausted at the end of the day. i can't sleep properly either since it's too hot and there's a big spider i'm scared of sitting in the corner of my room. i named her "agatha" anyway and i'll probably keep her for a while because she's trapping all those nasty tiny flies. as long as she stays in her corner. yesh.

a few days ago i saw the clip of "wicked soul" by kubb on burger king tv or whatever. nanananna umz umz whatever. headdesk. aaaanyway i really like the song, it's very sexy and i'm currently obsessed with it. i put it on my radioblog so give it a listening to.