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.

Monday, April 6, 2009

If I could Be you, and You Could be Me For Just One hour

Yes, quickly I escaped from the real life to the other dreamy trimmy world. Just a chilly monday today, and I am really sorry that I am unable to provide real time data for actual dates on this blog, because it is just not relative to the nature of our stories, so here we go:

Unlike making tea out of a tea bag, you let it sit for a while, release its real color, while there is hot water downstairs. Well, the neighbors wouldn't bother us, but I am curious about the next apartment, where a new couple just moved in. What do we understand from new-ness? If it is designed as an escape from the past, then I am not in for that. New-ness is a goal for me. The new body and soul is just heating up somewhere, and I am just not sure why the frequencies doesn't appeal to me yet.
It is a chilly monday, raining beauiful. However, don't look at the car after the rain. It looks very dusty. So, what's up? Rain is a reflection of beauty, but when it stops, then there is ugliness. Is it like you loving me, you are beautiful, and when you figure out we are not born to live together, you call it ugliness. It's a shame, and quote, "shame on you", which was one of her favorite phrases.
The world keeps rotating and there are lots of things we are still unsure about, and are afraid to ask for some reason. I may be calling some clients today, or simply emailing them, but the end would be maybe 50-50. Not all of them will reply back to me saying, say dear, we wanna Cafe a la Turca.. So, we have some level of expectation and the desire to reach our goals are motivating us, and thus living up to our realities. Hello, world! Just, press the send button, I will be gone now. Sorry, at this point, the back button on your browser, which will take you wherever you were before reaching here. However, if you prefer to stay, let me offer you some tea, made from real tea leaves, not being stuck in to those tea bags which are not as innocent as they look.
Those lyrics are perfect, and explaining the wholesome fact about my search for her.

If I could be you
And you could be me
For just one hour

If you could find a way
To get inside
Each other's mind

I wish I could really just get in her mind for 1 hour, ok make it 30 minutes, or even 1 minute. Yes, I am sure I can explain everything in one minute.

It is not like hitting the refresh button on your browser when you internet speed just doesn't keep up with your surfing, and the browser gives a "page load error"

I am not sure how many times I gave page load error for her. I kept refreshing the page, but she just didn't want to release her data from her host server. So, we keep getting the error page.

However, it is raining today, and it would be sweet to drink tea at 4pm on a Monday evening, getting ready to work until midnight. As a bachelor, there are no kids, no worries, but there are goals set for this week, this month, and until one single day, when I will meet her to read all these, and decide if we really deserve each other and make this world even a more peaceful, wonderful one, together, by sharing, without any harm, any guilt, any greed.

I love you. Hard to find, difficult to say, but just sounds good enough at this end of the post.