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Beni korkutan düşler…
Sırtımdan soğuk terler akıtıp,
Uyanınca hatırlayamadığım
Garip düşler…

Hayal kırıklıklarımın eseri,
Çaresizliğimin nedeni
Gençliğimin esiri
Garip düşler…

mon péché, mon obsession
désir fou qui me tourmente
qui me tourne en dérision
qui me déchire et me hante
petite marchande d’illusion
je ne vis que dans l’attente
de voir voler ton, jupon
et que tu danses et tu chantes

tu vas me détruire
tu vas me détruire

You know, when you get old in life things get taken from you. I mean that’s…part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life’s this game of inches. So is football. Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small — I mean one-half a step too late, or too early, and you don’t quite make it. One-half second too slow, too fast, you don’t quite catch it.

The inches we need are everywhere around us.

They’re in every break of the game, every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch, because we know when we add up all those inches that’s gonna make the fuckin’ difference between winning and losing! Between livin’ and dyin’!

I’ll tell you this: In any fight, it’s the guy who’s willing to die who’s gonna win that inch. And I know if I’m gonna have any life anymore, it’s because I’m still willin’ to fight and die for that inch. Because that’s what livin’ is! The six inches in front of your face!!

Now I can’t make you do it. You got to look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes! Now I think you’re gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You’re gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows, when it comes down to it, you’re gonna do the same for him!

That’s a team, gentlemen!

Peace will come to me
Peace will come to me

I’m leaving bitterness behind
This time I’m cleaning up my mind
There is no space for the regrets
I will remember to forget

Just look at me
I am walking of incoming
Look at the frequencies of which I vibrate
I’m going to light up the world

Peace will come to me
Peace will come to me

I’m leaving anger in the past
With all the shadows that it caused
There is radar in my heart
I should have trusted from the start

Just look at me
I am a living act of holiness
Giving all the positive virtues that I possess
I’m going to light up the world

Peace will come to me
Just wait and see
Peace will come to me
It’s ment to be
Peace will come to me
Just wait and see
Peace will come to me
It’s inevitability

After living working in Germany for 2.5 years at a mid-size investment bank, I decided to take the challenge to trade in a different time zone with less liquidity and tax in HK. I realized it was the time to raise the bar to move forward in my career path regardless of the location of the spot desk or time zone.

Despite having hard days back in Germany in terms of adjusting to the German life style (I can assure you having 3.5 millions Turks in Germany is not easy for the new-comers while people are keen to judge you by the track record of that number) and bank reputation in the market, I was lucky enough to work& learn with/from brilliant traders and friends who helped me to expand my knowledge and forced me to think beyond my point of view in all matters.

After I moved to Asia, I had lack of networking& market information in addition to market volatility to make money from intraday in&outs and I decided to launch this website to record my trading ideas and share my intraday feelings when I feel alone.

Interesting to mention in my very short life-time, I stayed in US almost a year when I was a teenager ( imagine how hard it is for you and your family to stay away  from each other at the age of 14)  and had a girlfriend back in Turkey for more than two years even when I was in Germany but this feeling is totally different.

Frankly, I never felt so homesick and alone in my life till last Friday afternoon, 1st of Jan, 2o1o as I am not capable of doing anything which makes me feel more down and weak since then.

My dear, loving youngest uncle who used to be one of my best friends since I was a little kid, passed away due to a heart attack at the age of 38.

We had a dinner together last August at the new place in Bodrum, Turkey where enjoyed talking to each other and teased my father all night long with his never-ending jokes about their youth together.

He was always a big fan of my father, took him as a role model in his life and thank god, my father always helped him when he was in trouble or in need of something.

Rest in Peace, my precious.