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"fury, rage, intense anger." it runs far deeper than ordinary irritation; it describes a form of anger laced with vengeance, destruction, and the desire to punish.

in the christian tradition it is one of the seven deadly sins.
(see: seven deadly sins)
(see: wrath)
(see: ira / latin equivalent)

john steinbeck's novel the grapes of wrath takes its title from this word.
(see: the grapes of wrath)

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my first encounter with it was in high school. until that day i didn't know what anger really was — where ordinary frustration ended and this began.

i had finally gotten away from the people who'd kept me under their thumb for years. that day was calm. we were in class. a friend was holding a wooden board, showed it to me, and said: "hit him."

i don't know what happened in that moment. maybe the hatred sitting inside me rose up, or maybe i just remembered everything that had been done to me for years… i'm not sure. even there, in that classroom, the boy who used to choke me, the one who called me stupid, was staring right at me.

first a small punch. then a kick. then another punch.

at some point the mocking laughter in the room went quiet. because what was breaking was either bone or board. the friend holding the board was already pressed flat against the wall, but i wasn't even aware of it. with every hit, he was the one being crushed between the wall and the board.

i've never used drugs in my life, i don't know what it feels like. but what i felt when that board cracked — every vein in me hardening, my bones aching, and at the same time feeling like i held some infinite power — it was unbelievable. my whole body was shaking.

i don't remember what came after clearly.

to save the friend at the wall, the boy who called me stupid stepped in. a classmate tried to pull me back; i grabbed his arm, yanked it forward. by the time he understood that all of my rage had turned toward him, it was too late. i remember pulling his arm hard as he tried to get away. i think that's where it came out of its socket, at that angle.

i still remember the way he looked at me while i was shaking with anger. he was in pain. and i… i wanted to kill him. the hatred was still rising. my heart was burning, my body was burning, my hands were bleeding.

then the only thing i remember is six or seven people grabbing me, trying to hold me still.

a few weeks later i found out: the friend who'd been against the wall had a cracked rib, and was still struggling to breathe. the other boy's arm really had been dislocated.

after that day, for a year and a half, maybe two, no one would be my friend. the loneliness was hard. i regretted what i did, deeply.

but in that moment… in that moment i was unbelievably strong. that was the only thing i felt. power. infinite power…

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crazy news for someone like me who hasn't even finished gta 4 and gta 5 (played 30 mins tops lol): we're old now, bro.
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i know vice city like the back of my hand
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working so hard for my boss, and so little for myself.

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i am not what happened to me, i am what i choose to become."
(see: carl gustav jung)

never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.
(see: mark twain)

this saying was told to me by my brigade commander, brigadier general atak. one day, following an incident, he had had an argument with a military personnel. when he summoned me, he was angry. normally, he was a very warm, calm, and knowledgeable person. he told me this saying, and i jotted it down at that moment. i realized then that he had said it solely for it to have an impact on my life — because he said nothing else to me. our meeting ended right after. thank you, commander; thanks to you, i stopped talking to — not just arguing with, but even speaking to — many stupid people."

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the textbook definition is this: a voluntary, mutually gratifying relationship based on trust, affection, and shared experiences.

it's actually a strange feeling — this thing i've witnessed, that can start with a simple hello and grow into "i did these things, what about you?", "oh that sounds lovely, how are things going?". if having shared feelings and being able to share common experiences without envying each other is truly something beautiful... of course i've had friends before, but i'd never had a friend this far away, and someone this open-hearted. i don't know — life is strange, and the world is even stranger. i guess somehow two people are meant to cross paths, and one of them is meant to write about it here :) i'm so glad i met you.

i'm sorry i can't talk much because i live in turkey, and we have a saying here: "silivri is cold" (referring to silivri prison).

ballet is a unique performing art in which emotions are expressed through the body; it requires not only flexibility but also strength and grace. watching it is an absolute delight, and in my opinion, it is the most aesthetically pleasing art form to the human eye. however, getting tickets—especially for performances by russian ballet companies and the royal ballet—is both difficult and quite expensive. in fact, finding tickets for the royal ballet is almost impossible

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siamese cats are a breed originating from the siam region in thailand, southeast asia, where they were fed and regarded as sacred in holy temples. they take their name directly from siam. their most distinguishing features are a black face, ears, and paws, with the rest of the coat in white or cream tones, and typically striking bright blue eyes.

they are a short-haired breed. the long-haired variety is known as the balinese. all of these lines are pure and natural, and several other breeds stem from them: himalayan, oriental, tonkinese, balinese, and havana.

extremely friendly and playful, siamese rank high on the cat intelligence scale. their temperament is calm and affectionate, and they love to play.

their average lifespan is 8–15 years, with weights ranging from 2–8 kg.

traditional (or "applehead") siamese have long bodies and noses. the shorter-bodied, smaller-nosed type was developed later in america and is commonly referred to as the modern siamese.

they're my favorite cat breed: they chatter constantly, always demanding attention, yet they're incredibly smart and affectionate bundles of fur. one of their most curious traits is that their coat color darkens when it's cooler and lightens when it's warmer. in terms of feline intelligence, they're definitely in the top three—some individuals can astonish you with their cleverness.

it's the colloquial shorthand for renault cars—for example, "i'm driving a reno 5." the first car i drove was a renault fairway; it's a lightweight vehicle but has an incredibly stiff steering wheel because it had manual (non-assisted) steering.