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06 March 2010 @ 02:43 am

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So, the thing that I have with Istanbul is that no matter what I do or where I go - I always come back with my feet hurting like hell. And, of course, the fact that the city is like twice as big as my country, population-wise. There are people everywhere. A lot of them. Like so 'lot' that everyday feels like a grand protest/march/gay pride/any-other-huge-public-event is taking place right around the corner from your hotel. I feel claustrophobic.

But then there are these beautiful, oriental glass lamps filled with magic and fairy tales that light up the old city, the new city, the Anatolian side, the Bosphorus - everything. And there is Cay (Turkish tea) everywhere with people sitting outside and drinking eat, conversing with each other in slow and low murmurs. And child-musicians - never to forget! Street children playing the lute and the drums, and oh - what a sound! Lonely guitar and violin players, singers and again lute players sitting by the side of this huge human-ocean traffic and singing about the years past with such voice modulations each of them could get a Grammy or whatnot.

There are also huge and fat seagulls flying around even in the downtown, because wherever you go - there is the Sea. And the smell of salty water, and fish - intermingled with ultra-fashionista perfume of these high heels wearing women and men walking by with a haughty attitude. And women clad in completely black clothes, and you cannot even see their eyes - and there are fashion stores for them too! Ha.

Oh, Istanbul - a city of contrasts. (I shall end with a banality).

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mellow

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16 February 2010 @ 01:53 pm

Also...

I will post more. I promise. I am done with my wanderlust for reality, which overshadowed my lust for virtuality. Mmmm! Kind of seeking balance between the two. Would you belive me if I said that I have nearly stopped writing At.ALL? That is really strange.

Am starting yoga, though. So it should put me back into a balanced state of mind.

Done with NGOs, governments, politics, UN and other hypocritical shit in this world.
Am starting a Queer Cafe in Bishkek. Come see me, if you're around. Will post pictures for those, who aren't.

Hugs and love!

whereabouts: Bishkek

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16 February 2010 @ 01:45 pm

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So seems like I have been cut... by my lj-friends. What a loss. :(

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12 August 2008 @ 12:20 pm

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Also, wtf - three (THREE) entries in the whole of 2008? I have never done that. You were right,

sweeter , I must have died in the interim period, and now someone has resurrected me using dark magick. Ooh, I am a zombie, who hates politics. What a nuisance.

In other news:
- I cut my hair
- I have a dream partner
- I am 24
- I have written a shadow report for UN CEDAW convention
- Produced several videos, brochures, and one magazine
- I live in four different houses
- I want to RP >.>

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melody: Ypey - Without You

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12 August 2008 @ 11:59 am

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FUCK POLITICS!

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27 September 2007 @ 11:21 pm

Reflections: Not So Very Random Rants

Writing an MA thesis in ten days is a fucking pain in the hypothetical dinosaur's arse. Am staying at the academy premises, where there is the blessed Internet, of which I was deprived ever since I came back. Need the world of information to fill in some gaps in the thesis, et cetera - and then tomorrow, with god's or demon's speed - I shall have my thesis all shiny and ready for the fucking bastards to have.

And then... there shall be much debauchery to be had: wine to drink, virgins to spoil... err-- had my Evil!Wizard-Boy tophat on, sorry.

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20 September 2007 @ 02:15 pm