101

Post no. 101. I think that's a cool number.

Today, I got braces for my bottom teeth.
I think these are worse than the ones for my top teeth.
First the dentist put on the rings for the back 2 teeth, and the aching started then.
While putting on the rest of the brackets, she puts something in your mouth to keep it open and stuffs cotton in the back and sucks all your spit.
It's a long process, and I think it's like torture. Your tongue is trapped, stuff are in your mouth, the nurse who's holding the thing that sucks the spit gets tired and rests her hand on your chest and you can't tell her that it hurts. By a certain time, your mouth gets so dry you actually don't feel anything and your tongue sticks to the base of your mouth.
And the braces are just so annoying. The top ones felt funny in my mouth, these bottom ones actually bother me so much that I wish I had no teeth. I can't even close the gap between my teeth properly because my top teeth hit the bottom braces and I'm not supposed to break them.

Ugh. Soup for a few days.

Only good side of this is that I'll lose a few kilos and my teeth will be 'perfect' by the end of it.

100

  100th post! Counting the drafts I never posted. 

Ezgi forced encouraged me to post this here, though it was my idea at first. 

I usually write little short stories every two months, about an idea I get. This time I was slightly reflecting on myself and details of my characters. This 2 page story is about Adrian (who you meet in the first chapter of my book) and his best friend, Onime (who you meet in chapter 2). Adrian and Onime have such a beautiful friendship. I'm terribly jealous of it. 

Little bit about the characters:

Adrian is Oran's older brother. Their father, Flavian, died in a plane crash (he was a pilot) when Adrian was 16 and Oran was only 6. Adrian is usually very calm and happy. 

Onime, when Adrian first met him, was like his reflection in a mirror. It was like they were friends with themselves. But of course, they had their differences. Then Onime had an accident with his plane (pilot. that's how they became friends in the first place) and he changed a lot. He became angry and pessimistic, but next to Adrian he was still his old self. 

Anyway, this story is more poetic than any other story I have written, so...I like it. 

Enjoy, and listen to Coldplay's "Fix You" as you do. 

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   This night was only a plain one for Onime. He was sitting home after a long day of boring Tower duty. The house was quiet. His father sat across him. Onime stared out the window, and his father stared at a wall, both very silent. Occasionally a slight noise was made when one of them shifted their weight. 

   They were always this quiet. Ever since mom had passed away, they didn’t talk much. There was nothing to say. 

    This was a plain night, with the stars sparkling as they did, the city lights competing with them. It was more colourful at night, the view. As darkness fell, lights lit up and the whiteness of the city left its’ place to the glow of the colours. 

    Quiet. 

    More quiet. 

   Onime stood up—rustle, rustle—and walked to the kitchen. His large ears could pick up the smallest of sounds. As he poured himself a drink, he heard rushed footsteps outside their door. 

   Then a knock. 

   More knocks. Fierce, hard, quick knocks.

  Onime hurried to the door. He opened it—click, shhhhk! Standing in front of him, was Adrian. Adrian visited him a lot, usually just to mess around, on plain nights. This night, though? This night, Adrian looked horrible. 

  Adrian’s eyes had dark marks around them (no sleep?). His nose was a bright orange (illness, cold, sadness?). His shoulders hunched, body shivering, Onime was going with sad and cold. The pouring rain would explain the coldness and the wet hair, but the rest?

“Adrian!” Onime said in shock, “Come in, I’ll get you a towel, come this way...”

Onime began walking to his room.

Adrian sniffed, “O-Onime...”

Onime looked back. Adrian had stepped inside, and seemed to be holding back tears. He ran back to his orange friend. Adrian let himself fall into Onime’s arms, who held him tightly. They stayed like that for a while, long enough for Adrian to burst into tears. Onime dragged him into his room. He sat Adrian on his bed and quickly pulled out a towel to wrap around him. Then he pulled him into a hug. 

  Adrian was cold. He felt like ice under the tips of Onime’s fingers. Adrian grasped the back of Onime’s neck, and sobbed with his face buried in his sweater. Onime knew he had to let it out first, so he only stroked his hair and his back. 

  If one knew Adrian enough, they wouldn’t be surprised to see him break down like this. He was always happy-go-lucky, cheerful, definitely not serious, and it seemed like nothing could upset him. But Onime knew the truth of it. Although Adrian always appeared happy, he had this hidden depression within him. It had settled in the depths of his heart, and Adrian knew well how to keep it there. But there were days when he just couldn’t contain it. Days like this, when he ran away from home and threw himself at Onime’s door. He didn’t want Oran and Kael to see him like this. He wanted them to look at him as an example, as a guy who never seemed to back down from anything, someone happy, someone strong, dependent, maybe like a father figure. A father Oran never really had. He couldn’t look weak. He wanted to keep things stable for them. A simple daily routine, no big changes, no absent fathers, no sudden deaths, and definitely no emotional break-downs. 

   Adrian wasn’t crying. Crying was only when tears rolled down your cheeks. You could cry from happiness, from even small reasons like not having enough sleep. 

  Adrian, was weeping. His body trembled. He sucked in air. Occasional gasp or hiccup—hhck, haahh...hick! Other than that, he was completely quiet. His face was tense and wet with tears. Onime gently dried his cheeks with the edge of the towel, but the tears kept coming. Adrian’s now drying hair slightly curled at the tips. 

 What affected Onime the most wasn’t the tears or the weeping. It was how Adrian grabbed the back of his sweater. Desperately, as if he was clinging to the edge of a cliff. His fingers dug into Onime’s back, which he ignored. What moved Onime more was the way Adrian’s entire body shook. With every sob, he shivered from head to toe. 

  Onime moved his fingers through Adrian’s messy hair. His head was heavy against his chest, but Onime didn’t budge. Adrian was sniffing again. He had calmed down a little. 

“Adrian,” Onime whispered softly, “what’s wrong?”

Adrian held onto the back of his sweater tighter. 

“Tell me.” Onime said. 

Adrian shifted so that his head was now resting on Onime’s shoulder. Onime could feel his breath on his neck. He turned his head slightly to look at Adrian’s face. His eyes were red—it really looked awkward with his lilac irises. His nose and cheeks were a dark red, bringing out his concealed freckles. 

“I—hick—I dunno...” he said. His voice cracked. Onime stroked his head. Adrian continued;

“I’m tired.”

“Go on.” 

“Oran is—sniff—he’s always so sad...I—hick—dunno how to make him happy anymore.”

A pause. 

“And Kael’s always so confused.” 

A hint of a smile. 

“I miss you in the hangar.”

He looked down. 

“There’s more to this, though?” Onime asked. 

Another pause. 

“I—hick—I miss dad,” Adrian’s eyes filled with tears again, “I miss him so much.” 

He started crying again. Onime simply held him like that, in silence. 

“S-sometimes I don’t want to live—sniff—anymore. I don’t want to. It’s too horrible.”

“Don’t say that.”

Silence. 

Onime realized Adrian wasn’t going to say more. “What would Oran do without you? Kael, your mom, what would they do? What would I do? ” 

“That thought is exactly why I’m still alive.” Adrian said shortly. 

The words hit Onime like a hard slap across the face. He tensed. Adrian was quiet again. No sobbing. Onime slowly dropped Adrian to his bed. He wiped the last of the tears from his face, and continued stroking his hair. 

“Don’t think bad thoughts. Shhh, sleep, it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” Onime murmured as Adrian’s eyes closed. 

Onime sat there until he was sure Adrian was asleep. Then he ruffled his hair, and went back next to his father. 

   Sure, a plain night. 

So Much for Time Management

Poems—a haiku, and an acrostic poem—both with the same title.

Oh you teachers, how
we suffer, oh. Stress will be
the death of us all.


People, hey people, see how I cry?
Reasons? No, no excuses either.
Oh, it's not our fault.
Cry, weep, it's no use, you gotta deal with it.
Radars they have, radars of stress.
And as it increases, more assignments they give.
Stress. Not only does it upset you, it makes you fat.
Then you become even more unhappy.
In this world, people, hey people! In this world there's
No justice.
And we suffer from it.
Two, three, not enough! More tests, more projects!
In this world,
Oh people,
No justice.

Lights Out

Haha hello!
The lights just went off when I was in the shower. Usually I'm scared of the dark-- that's my only fear, that and bugs-- but I was okay with it, for some reason. Anyway, good thing I know the bathroom by memory, or else that'd be bad.
It was an interesting experience though. Feeling blind, moving only by touch.

I think I might have anger management problems.

"Speak hands, for me!"

-- Casca.

Hello! I'm typing from my iPod because my computer is getting old and hissing at me.

On Friday I went to Eda's house to do a biology project. We walked to Panora to buy supplies, and on the way back we quoted 'Julius Caesar'.
As we walked into the apartment building, Eda's dad was walking out, (I don't remember this part clearly but,) Eda quoted something to him, and he laughed and walked away. Then upstairs, Eda said "Oh pardon me thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou are the ruins of the noblest man that has lived in the tide of times. " to her mother, and I continued "Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!"
As Eda's mother served us dinner, Eda told her to beware the Ides of March. When she brought us ayran, Eda said "The Ides of March have come."
And I said "Ay, but not gone!"
Her mother ignored us. It was funny.

Anyway, I've been doing homework the entire weekend. So much homework!

I was developing more characters for my book and I decided to get into detail with the royal family. They have two princes. The older is named Allard Leon, an the younger is named Hart (which is somewhat a pun, because his animal is a stag). When school is finished I'm going to try and finish my book and make bios of all the characters.

Animation?

"Most noble brother, you have done me wrong."

I hope you can see it through the link.
Looking at the amount of time it took me to do this, I think I might not animate the entire conversation... :/
I like Brutus' little reactions more than what I did with Cassius, but oh well.

A Memory

Once, there was a thunderstorm going on outside. I had stopped doing my homework, and was staring at the dark sky, waiting for the flash of that lightning I so very much adore. Once, twice, they shot down the sky, splitting into veins. A one second event was enough the excite me. My face was stuck to the chilly window. Lightning struck once more, and I noticed a dark shape zoom by. I looked around to find it. Nowhere in sight! Then I saw it again, I saw more of them this time. It didn't take me long enough to realize they were...bats!
I'd only seen a bat one before (not counting the ones in zoos) and even then I couldn't make out it's shape. They flew quickly. These were like that too. They zipped around. After bending and looking from different angles, I caught a glimpse of the shape of one of their bodies. It was exactly like Batman's logo.
So that was pretty cool. Lightning, thunder, and bats.

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A little tirade coming up? Not very angry...but sad?
Like every human being I have my flaws too. My flaws are one of the things that make me a person. For example, I'm too emotional—I feel emotions too quickly and too intensely, my emotions are like a very sensitive balance—I'm short, I also have a short temper (heh heh, SHORT. >: ( ), I get offended easily, I can be mean.
(But I have my good sides too. I think I have plenty of them. I'm not all flaws.)
And I think I can control my emotions rather nicely. I know how to push them down and suffer internally and not show most of them to the outside. True, I break down frequently, but no one is around when I do (except a friend on Skype) and I get through it all by myself. No one in this school has seen my true 'angry' face. You've seen me pissed off, annoyed, irritated, frustrated, but not angry. Angry is what I was yesterday, when I'm angry I truly lose control of everything.
And I'm so sorry about my height issues. I'm so sorry about my genes if it bothers everybody so much.
I try to look past people's flaws, because that's what I want them to do too. They say you should do what you want others to do to you. Of course when I try so hard to look past others' flaws, I expect them to do the same.
I once did shove people's flaws into their faces, but I stopped. I don't say anything now. So why shove it in my face? I know my flaws. Why tell me again? And why laugh at me because of something that makes me, me?
If I look past your flaws and I deal with everything you screw up, can't you try—TRY, not DO—to look past mine too?

"Dr. Banner, your work is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster. "

--Tony Stark

THE AVENGERS! AAAAA!
Well I watched it on Friday, but I only got the motivation to blog about it today.

Before I explain how overwhelmed I was, I'd like to point out that I've missed you Mr. Dale! I can't wait for our class on Tuesday, and I want to hear about the football teams Barcelona adventures.

Okay, so the Avengers came out here on Friday, and the entire week we were making little comments about the movie with Oğulcan, Emre, and Müfit. We watched the movie right after school. It started off with an awesome introduction to the plot of the movie, and then all the to-be-Avengers were introduced.
I'm not going to say anything else since there might be loads of people who haven't watched it yet, and everyone must watch it.

The movie was hilarious, exciting, and unpredictable. The audience burst into laughter at times, and it was not only the movie that was funny, it was their reactions too! At times I gasped and said stuff like "Ouch..."
The part I got most excited about was when Thor came into all of it. I was flapping my arms around like the way I do and squealing. I like Thor.


I've had a boring week. I drew a lot though. Maybe more than I should? But I did get all my homework done, so it's okay.