Oiseau rebelle

The last final days of school and a small visit from Turgut Ozalkman, the writer of Cilgin Turkler to our class.

I'm sure Ayris is just light as a feather.
Turgut the man. Such a motivating speech really.

"Ok, now stop, that's too much clicking. Though thank you for making me realize what it feels like being under fire" about the constat clicking of the camera (D200 shutter love)

Sila and her undying love for water
Ceren and Sila. Some good old days, when some people had sense in their bins.

Attacked by Ceren.
Ceren and me.
Guillaume breaking the law of LCDG.


Yeah baby.
"He Rengim, allez allez, viens regarde!"




C'est quoi qui est si petit Guillaume?
Mme. Zini
Find the intrusion.




Ceren feeling Sila up.

And Aylin doing what she does best.

NMstyle sponsored by Rengim

The adventures of the great Naz, Melis and Rengim (the greatest of them all). God I miss them so much (although I saw Naz yesterday).


Mavi pavyon :D Old old old pic which I dug from my archives.
Peynircim benim.
Cheese party. This is what we do for fun. Les petits délires bourgeois.
Look at Nazoli all concentrated on her food. Serious business kids.
Our kitchen and balcony. What would happen if we lived together? Well basically Naz would cook for us, Melis would eat and I would bring the bacon home. But tofu bacon.
My favourite model.

My favourite TOP (TOP international)






Sexy .
NM style. Uzaklara bak!
Spontaneous combustion of love (a break from the constipated poses we were trying out before this).
This is my favourite.
Up yours.
Childish bliss I wouldn't trade for anything.
It should be illegal to love you this much.
<3>We're so hot.
Naz's isn't bad either. But you know...
Yeah.
Examining the flower...
And eating it.
Awww. Eh Naz, naz, naz, naz, nay, nay, nay, nay.

*insert amazingly erotic and hot picture of Naz which I'll refrain from actually adding cause I love her*

I'm a zombie here to eat your brain.
Or a mouse.
And not.
But still hot.
This is another favorite.
And this of course.
E.T. goes home. N.M. goes home? A Spielberg inspired indie film?
Miaw.
Ok a bit of senseless information about this one which no one will even bother to read aside from Naz. First of all Melis fell down while amusing herself with her finger, so in a rush of excitement (or amorous passion) I arranged the timer and mounted her (no visual kids). I can't describe what happened next but suddenly Naz found her way to the ground. Why? Es muss sein.

Mélancolies d'adieu.

Oh my, I almost forgot this one!
Ceci, mes amis, ceci est le bonheur pur sans OGM.