Expect the unexpected, follow the lovers lost in this blog.

A blog to cater your mind,body,and soul as you drink Turkish Coffee. We are proud to present our new storyline called Cafe's search for his "Zahir". Everyday is a new day for the "Cafe" (from Istanbul) & his journey for "Zahir" (from Baku). Don't expect extraordinary drama from the narrator, me. Still, this is a drama (maybe real!), and have better impact on you than watching a soap opera. Guaranteed. There is genuine feelings within inspirational periods. Cross your fingers for this story to end with happy marriage :-) All rights are reserved.

EDIT (01 July 2009) - She is engaged with another man, and I finally made my marriage proposal bringing my family to Baku. The result: She stays engaged and will have her wedding, so called "toy", with that another man.

Rest in peace Ms. Zahir.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Skip the monday, embrace tuesday

That's what I did actually.Couldn't write to you on Monday.Honey,I was busy and I couldn't call you,I call you back later ok.I don't think I will ever say these words.I prefer to be honest.Making a girl more curious is something we would never want.One question may lead to a series of questions, questions, and so on.Please,life is not about interrogation. It is about sharing. It is not as simple as the sharing folder on msn messenger.Or,it is not as basic as saying how r u? Life is about being punctual and give the meaning of every single word when you are talking to her. How are you sweetheart? World Sugar Index is sky high, it is very expensive to add sugar to my Turkish coffee, so...,can I kiss you? Something like that.There is just a little bit of extra between large and extra-large.Live the L alone, put some X aside, then move on.This little investment will give you very profitable return. What is my return of investment on chasing this girl for 4 years.It is just an inner struggle. A kind of game, a foolish one. The power of thoughts, deep thoughts. On the scheme of my past, her appearance add lots of livability to my life. Yes, there is a word livability from now on.Attaching to someone can lead to a creation of series words. It is too hot now,little breeze in the morning is a bless, make me thank Allah to have some pity on us. We have so many guilts. Don't want to be guilty,and I am aware of my guilts and hoping not to even come close to those kind of actions. Come close to me low. I don't call you my love, but my low. Yes, it is a very low chance of snow this summer. Snow particles nourish your skin,while sliding off to my aura. Low chance of humidity in the cold winter. Living with these opposites, challenging with happenings..I am not scared of height. But it is too low to breath around here. Have some oxygen, put some hydrogen, let is snow, let it snow, let it snow. Imagine, raining in the street, watch it coming down under the street lights. As rain comes down from sky, I will come my low. I have enough air to breath with you.As long as you keep your patience and belief in our lows.