Flight

Sometimes I look out my window, and wonder what it would be like to just jump out and soar through the sky. What it would feel like to fly above the mountains, above the ocean, to feel the wind in my face, to be utterly weightless. Other times I wonder if we could fly, would we fantasize about a life like ours, controlled by gravity, and wish we could live like that? Would we appreciate what we have, or would we ask for more? Ask for less? This is why we dream, to fill in the gap that is created from want, we think that we will succeed in everything as long we set a goal. Once we get there, we set new ones because we realize that first one was not enough, it is a never ending cycle. My dream is to fly, not as a pilot but as a bird.

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
-Edgar Allen Poe
 

Travel Log Number Five: Monday

Today, like yesterday was spent in the house doing homework. Really, there is nothing to say. I hope that you had a nice day, filled with good memories and fun.

Travel Log Number Four: Sunday

There really is not much to say about Sunday, because I spent all day at home doing homework.. I noticed that the teachers are giving us homework as though we have a months break for bayram instead of a week, with three exams on monday, this, and a whole lot of turkish homework. Really, what good does homework do? I don't personally get anything out of it, after I do it, I forget everything I've done, so it's no good for revision. It prevents you from being social, and humans are social animals, we've been roming around in groups for the last hundred thousand years so anything that makes us anti-social should be banned because it goes against our nature. What is this world we live in, where a man cannot be himself, cannot follow the path that nature has set for him?

Daily Travel Log Number Three: Saturday

 On Sunday November 6th , every year in Turkey there is this thing called the bayram. Normally families celebrate this on the actual day, but since my mother and grandmother were going to go on a trip on Sunday, we celebrated it saturday. We had a big breakfast as a family,  kissed all of our relatives hands, and got money in return. It really was nice, being with my family and all, that is, until I remembered where I was going afterwords.  The doctors office is one of my least favorite places to spend a saturday, especially when you're just going there to get shots, allergy shots to be exact. It's great, because I have allergies to practically everything that flies, so what ends up happening is that they shoot twenty different allergens onto my back, and then wait to see which ones I react to. By reacting they mean which ones make me break out into rashes and itch like crazy. Not only that, but I know have permanent marker all over my back because the nurse needed to know what she was pricking and where. I now know that I am not allergic to dogs, which is wonderful, but was there not a more simple way to find that out?

Daily Travel Log Number Two: Friday

Today, was not as special as yesterday, but I still enjoyed myself. It was Kaan's birthday party today, and we went bowling at Ankuva. It really was fun, considering I did not know how to bowl one bit. Afterwords, while we were outside, Eda dropped her phone into the gutter, which was pretty entertaining. I wish I could say more, but there really us not much more too say.

Daily Travel Log Numero Uno : Thursday

    "NEBILA! NEBILA! Wake up, it's SNOWING!" Were the words I woke up to this morning. At first I did not believe my mother, snow in november? Well that was just impossible, didn't everybody say it snowed only in december? I had to see for myself, so I slowly stood up, and shuffled to the nearest window. Pressing my nose onto the glass, I looked out into the foggy Thursday morning, and saw little cotton like balls falling from the sky. She was right, it really was snowing! It was amazing to see actual snow from my window, it was like in the movies I used to watch during christmas time, the snow looked just like it, almost fake. Never in my life had I lived in a place where it snowed during winter, back in San Francisco, you could never even tell the difference between winter and summer, it all just muddled up into one big season of fog, then sun, then fog again. By the time I had gotten ready to go outside, the rain was slowly turning the snow into sleet, until it had washed away all the evidence of the mornings splendor. Nothing else really memorable happened during the day, I just stayed home and did my turkish homework, occasionnally reminiscing to anyone who would listen, the miracle that had in the morning.

"The man who knows everything, can no longer learn anything new."

My father once said to me, "The man who knows everything, can no longer learn anything new." I do not know why everybody wants to know everything. Once you know everything, what good does it do for you? School for example, tries to teach you everything and show you how everything works, but doesn't this just takes away the mystery of life?  I remember being little, and spending hours with my friends checking if there were any pixies under the mushrooms in their yards, and later thinking that I must have just scared them away, never even imagining that they did not exist. This of course did not go on forever, I think it was one of my teachers who ended up breaking me the news, crushing my hopes of ever catching Tinkerbell. Now, I am in high school and realize how much I do not care about how gravity effects the way things fall down, until then, I had always thought that they fell that way because they just did. And I was ok with that, I was alright with creating my own excuses about why things were the way they were, not by using formulas or mathematics, but by just using my creativity. Is that not why we have creativity, to create our own conclusions, to create our own world out of the mystery it already is. What good is a secret if you tell everybody?

Similes and some metaphors

P.114 "Dream like cluching rigidity in her fist"
P.113 "He felt his head turn like a stone"
P.114 "They rise like the midnight sun"
P.114 "There was a crash like the falling part of a dream"
P.115 "Spilled out like swan feathers"
P.112 "The books leapt and danced like roasted birds"
P.123 "The pains were spikes driven in the knee cap"
P.123 "The prickling was like someone blowing a spray of scalding water on that leg"
P.119 "There was a hiss like a great mouthful on a fiddle."
P.161 "The man lay gasping like a fish laid out on the grass"
P.119 "At last twisted in on himself like a charred wax doll"
P.120 "Like a single solid cloud of back-gray smoke blown at him in silence"
P.125 "He wanted to see the man alive and not burnt black there like a body shelled in a rathed body"
P.119 "Bobbling throthing as if salt had been poured over a monsterous black snail"
p.160 "The conclusion knocked the air across and down the river, turned the men over like dominos in a line"
P.160 "They turned, the face blanched meat"
P.126 "The boulevard was as clean as a surface of an arena"
P.130 "Fluttering like torn bits of paper in the sky"
P.120 "Blew out its interiour in a style flushing of red color like a sky rocket fastened to the seat"
P.121 "The house burnt like an ancient bit of stage scenery"
P.121 "The other was like a chunk of burnt pine log"
P.128 "He kept moving from hand to hand as if they were a poker hand he could not figure"
P.158 "Like grain thrown over the heavens by a great sowing hand"
P.158 "The enemy ships themselves we gone bits around the visiole world, like bullets which a savage islander might not believe"
P.129 "He could see the helicopters falling falling like the first flakes of snow"
P.141 "The normal automnal wind high, going by like another river"
P.142 "Under the ancient windmill that whirred like the sound of the passing years overhead"
P.142 "It would be hard to see her, but her face would be like the face of the girl so long ago in his past now."
P.143 "The stars poured over his sight like fluming meteors"
P.144 "There was a smell like a cut potato from all the woes"
P.144 "There was a smell like pickles from a bottle"
P.144 "And like parsley"
P.144 "There was a smell like carnations from the yard next door"
P.144 "Felt a weed rise up like a child brashing lion"

P.S. There may be some typos, because Kaans handwriting was fairly illegible.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Here is a picture that my friend Ezgi and I drew for English class. The picture is based on the quote on page 83 from the book Fahreheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, "The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.”

Hope you like it :)  

Top 10 Quality Books

  In my opinion, the top ten quality books that I have read so far in my life time are these:

1. A Tree Grow In Brooklyn by Betty Smith.
2.  Pretty Little Liars by  Sara Shepard (much better than the TV show).
3. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
4. A Great and Terrible Beauty by  Libba Bray.
5. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller.
6. The Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell.
7. The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan.
8. One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest by  Kenneth Kesey.
9. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.
10. The Girl Who Played Go by Shan Sa.

I would recommend any one of these books because they are, truly, great books with supreme quality.

Thank You.

About me.

Well, my name is Nebila, and I’m originally from San Francisco, the best city in the world. I like fish and cats, I also like the color blue, even though red USED to be my favorite color. I hate dinosaurs and mosquitos, I also don’t like soggy bread. If there’s anything else you guys would like to know, feel free to ask me.
Have a nice day :)