Miss it and kiss it goodbye

If we begin to list the top ten most bothering acts about internet is when I am unable to connect, and secondly, the low speed when browsing. I wish the frequencies come into action here as well, and then what I think and design about the next 10 seconds on internet will instantly happen, without using my fingertips, because I am tried, and the keyboard tells in very humanely. Unlike chatting, I am using proper language, well, as much as I can as a guest speaker compared to native English speakers. Speaking of speakers, I also wish I have two speakers right next to my ears, then I can tell how often my heart beats. Yes, I only listen to my Heart's radio. There is no earphones, since they disconnect us %100 from the outsiders. Inside the body, there is some juice. Imagine, the last most excited time you had. But, let me explain this excitement a little bit. It is not like seeing a sexy women, or a men. It is not like watching the birds fly, and you are on the edge of the cliff, and you imagine flying like a bird. It is not like opening your laptop, and your battery heats up in about 30 seconds, and your opening and closing times almost match with each other. It is not like taking a box of cigarettes and smoking them to death. And, it is not like closing your mouth when you immediately need to say how much you love one, (or another). This excitement could be summarized within the borders of your stomach, where your diet is unlike a coyote, most likely to be nothing. Yes, it is when you lose your appetite because you are all flamed up with the desire to meet the special one. I don't watch channel one, I don't buy the orange with the quantities of one, because I need at least four of them to make the juice out of it. So, I can stay healthy. And, now, imagine yourself placing all those hard copy, conventional and confidential photos into the album. Then, imagine you forget to include a few of them (like about 17 - exact number from today's experience/experiment). Then, you go back and take out almost half of the total quantity (like 60). So, then you place those missed ones into the correct order, and complete the whole album with a big smile on our face and begin to think how much double shift I spend on this album. Yes, it is exactly the same feeling and minutes lost for a women who is unable to understand my desire to meet her. Unlike double shift, maybe I did triple, or quadrople. But, now, today, at this minute, I decided to give up, because it is not worth it. Well, she may be worth it, of course, but my shifting is not worth it, while I am trying to stand out as a person to worth meet. Unfortunately, the internet still doesn't work, and it is mixing up my flavors to create a new juice called, call me. Yes, call me, but call me. Whenever. We message each other and then maybe massage each other if we decide to get married in the long run, or short run, or soon. But, the idea of calling each other is not like a whole wheat bread. We send messages, stop and think, then write a paragraph maybe, or quickly-walk-to-the-corner-and-pick-up-some-flowers-and-give-it-to-her type of messages. I may be rushing to another city in the next 12 hours, but it is between the lips of the person sitting at the desk of the airport, what an interesting feeling for a well-organized, full of full person. Yes, I am full because being half doesn't make any sense. I am thinking I am already full but we still gladly accept VISA, I mean the applications. Of course, there is no pay per view in our life. We invite, you think, we almost close the door due to strict office hours, and you decide to ring the bell to say goodbye, or I mean hello, or maybe just chill with no lyrics. I like today's dilemma with some fruitful welcome hello type of phrase. A "how are you?" stuck between "what's up girl?" and "how are you ma'am?"
What does the writers think in their real life? If I sit down in a cafe with Paulo Celho, and ask him why I am unable to find this specialty delicatessen while he is giving birth to wonderful stories after one another. With correct directions, I could go to Shanghai, but I would prefer to stop by "there" and just ask around what she is doing, and what she is upto? I kind of miss it but we already kiss it to say goodbye.

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.

Long range missile test

I wish she is in the space center and tracking down all actions going on air. Latest news, show that N. Korea had a defiant launch of rocket. I already had a defiant launch of passion to talk to her, but there has been no luck. I just could not enter her orbit, although we supposedly belong to the same planet. It is not like Planet Hollywood and Planet Bollywood. I could wait outside and let her sip her last drink, and I will act like the valet parking guys, at least would not hesitate to shimmer/sweat.
She just doesn't want to drive, so I walk her to the next stop, let's call it the traffic light, but hurry up, because there is a pond of water, and any car could easily splash some of it on her beautiful outfit. It is casual, and life is relax, cool, homogeneous. But, I am just no genius enough to realize why I am walking with her, without asking if it is OK.
Last time, I text messaged for a while, even though I was on traffic, and nobody would understand the immediate reaction I have been experiencing after a very short, mostly me-about, talk over the famous phone. It was definitely not a clash of her Nokia with my Samsung. Indeed, we are using the same service provider, but fo' so' reason, I happen to receive no reply, no caution, no word.
The streets are singing "word up", and I still hesitate to conclude this long dilemma, because I am questioning the all-time low points received in this contest. I am not Miss Turkey, but I really would like her to be me the one I miss in Turkey. Face a face talk is always different and more mysterios than texting which is like paving the road with aspalth. Not a healthy choice, but as an appatizer, it is a supporting evidence for the stomach to become fuller and fooler.
The message never received, and I wonder if this week will enlighten some of the past with the clash of futuristic thoughts, so that my long-awaited, coming-soon-type of reply will be spicing up my upcoming minutes.
Whoever is writing the minutes in this relationship, let me tell you something.
It wasn't me, it wasn't me.
I just wanted to talk, and the origin of the content is far from being romantic, nor sarcastic.
It is just too ironic to speak to her, because it always seemed like I was ironing her bias about me. Each time, I'd stay the same, over and over.

Hello kitty, or puppy, or my sweet monkey!

Listen to me for one sec
But, just don't press the button for rec
If I have PC, you will change yours to Mac
Should I have any questions, I will just tic tac

The opposites pull each other
Whether we belong to the same weather channel
Let's keep the mutual benefit for me and her
Otherwise, I shall be the one staring at the gate of Suez Canal
Watching the ships pass by, and wait for her to come with the next cargo
She is compact, and accessible
I maybe just too irritating, so let me really watch the gate, to sweeten my way of capability to take some responsibility..open the gate, close the gate, open the gate, close the gate..
I just cannot figure out the timing of my gate..speak up my passion when it is time to shorten the words to conclude with a meet-up, but the words just keep flowing and simply postponing the closure of the gate to give access for a real face a face...