back on track, with a few shots

i went out once with the intention of buying oranges maybe and came home with a big bottle of jagermeister. so we move here from bad coffee to good coffee to a relapse of bad coffee to jagermeister. that's about it. that's my week.

at times i'm still bummed out about what happened over the past month but it's less and less each day because of the present love i keep on getting. good overcomes bad, feelings-wise. it's incredible how something new sticks up with you.

i finished sir harry luke's cyprus book. how awesome it was to take a journey with the kings and queens of cyprus for the past two weeks. i wish they'd haunt me in my dreams every night. taking me with them through medieval cyprus, famagusta, kyrenia.. wherever.

now reading call me by your name by andré aciman and preparing for my heart to ache with that sweet summer love. it's alright nuverandicim, you are allowed to cry at romances.

watched the irishman, marriage story and under the skin this week. i love how detailed the first one is, but turns out my attention span can and will outweigh good cinema. also, what the hell was that with de-ageing? de niro's eyes were bothering me so so much. marriage story, on the other hand, was a raw piece of work. raw acting, story and all things. with its warm colours and styling, it may have taken my heart at a beat. laura dern was once again the power we all were but not at all aware. it's good to have two sides of a story to study. finally, under the skin. it made me miss scotland and had me searching for cheap tickets. how i miss gloomy scotland. anyways. i thought it was a bit missing on the narrative side. but, oh theybies, the stunning visuals. eerie score. scottish landscape. the eroticism of it all. come, to, me.

ate oranges, celery stalks, coriander, deep fried mushrooms, butter-y rice, sour cherry filling croissants, kerman pistachios, sunflower seeds, almonds soaked in water the night before, green lentils this week. a palette for the tummy and the heart. all things earth. earthy stalks of celery and tips of coriander. darker the weather, darker the green.

i thought of my favourite places to go here and the first one that popped into my head was the market. i loved a bit (okay, not a bit maybe) of grocery shopping. i cook alone. i eat alone. it's like a daily routine for pleasure now. getting my radiohead playlist up and going, singing to it. waiting my rice to soak up all the water, waiting my mushrooms to get all golden coated. maybe if there was a bookstore nearby, it would have been my favourite place. oh well, what can you do.

on my way to university today, decided to list you my favourite road songs. not roadtrip. just road, itself in general.

japanese breakfast- roadhead (morning commute from kyrenia to famagusta, seeing the green kyrenian mountain range)
moderat- bad kingdom (my february trip to istanbul)
pogo- no worries (my friend played this at the bar he was working at, the mood gets me going every night walk)
the xx- fiction (kyrenia to famagusta, and the other way around)
apparat- arcadia (famagusta to kyrenia, daytime)

anyways.