<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126</id><updated>2011-08-28T00:34:49.303-07:00</updated><category term='Fall 2009'/><category term='links'/><category term='Istanbul'/><category term='French rap'/><category term='NY'/><title type='text'>Anything &amp; Everything</title><subtitle type='html'>Its about everything in life. It could be anything. We all go thru very similar phases in life. So things I enjoy may be similar to your taste. Than why not share? It is going to be simple. No complexity, sophistication. Just like life itself...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-7460420020844367884</id><published>2011-08-28T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:34:49.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you? u ok?</title><content type='html'>I like being by myself time to time. Gives me the time to think where I am, in which phase of my life. Doublechecking with myself if I am doing alright. As if asking to a stranger, am I alright? Feeling good? anything missing? sparing enough time for myself? sparing enough time for my loving ones? Do I appreciate anough the good things around me? Once I promised myself that I am gonna let only positives in, others all out, so I check with myself, is there anything, anyone around me that does not?&lt;br /&gt;Than I tend to think about some time past, what did I enjoy doing the most? &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want my heart to rule my world, and I let her do that time to time. Exactly the times I need my mind to step in. Like the underwater creatures that open up but immediately closes back, here the danger comes...&lt;br /&gt;Consiously or not, it is still my mind who rules my life and it is my hearth that confuse me the most. So I need these times for my mind to check with my heart:&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! Are u ok? Am a treating you well or I am harsh on u?” And than my heart says &lt;br /&gt;“I am a spoiled one, I want anything&amp;everything in life, so I am happy u are around”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-7460420020844367884?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/7460420020844367884/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-are-you-u-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/7460420020844367884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/7460420020844367884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-are-you-u-ok.html' title='Where are you? u ok?'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-2150795993336018893</id><published>2011-06-22T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:21:58.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kulagimdaki muzik,&lt;br /&gt;Gozumdeki yassin,&lt;br /&gt;Sen gokyuzunun her rengi,&lt;br /&gt;Havadaki asksin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilik bir yaz ruzgari,&lt;br /&gt;Bende melek kanatlari,&lt;br /&gt;gecmisin hesabina,&lt;br /&gt;Verilecek tek cevapsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kacirdigim, sakladigim,&lt;br /&gt;Gozum gibi kolladigim,&lt;br /&gt;Acilardan sakindigim,&lt;br /&gt;icimdeki cansin,&lt;br /&gt;Benim diger adimsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila'dan alinti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-2150795993336018893?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/2150795993336018893/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/06/kulagimdaki-muzik-gozumdeki-yassin-sen.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/2150795993336018893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/2150795993336018893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/06/kulagimdaki-muzik-gozumdeki-yassin-sen.html' title=''/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-4561214631806892815</id><published>2011-05-26T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T05:34:44.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hangi kadın bir erkeği aşağıdaki kıvama getirebilir?</title><content type='html'>1. istediğin şekilde istediğin ortamda istediğin networkingi yap. bana da istediğin kadarını istediğin zaman anlat. istediğini danış. istemediğini anlatma. istersen fikrimi söylerim, istemezsen sadece dinlerim. istersen yardım ederim.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. hafta içi, hafta sonu, gece, gündüz, tatil, yurt içi, yurt dışı istediğin programı istediğin zaman istediğin kadar istediğin arkadaşlarınla istediğin yerde yap. her programa birlikte katılmamız da gerekmiyor. katılmamı istediklerini bana haber ver, ben de istiyorsam istediğin programlara katılırım.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. herhangi bir gün benim keyfim yokken buluşmayalım sana söylerim ertesi gün buluşuruz. biz de bu nedenle o gün gereksiz yıpranmayız.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. buluşamadığımız günler olduğunda o gün mutlaka telefon ile 15 dakika konuşalım. lütfen sen ara. hiçbir gün bunu atlamayalım.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. bana gündüz yada gece yarısı ne zaman olursa olsun, konu hoşuma gitsin ya da gitmesin, küçük ya da büyük ne konuda olursa olsun, maddi ya da manevi ihtiyacın olduğunda lütfen hemen söyle. ben hallederim.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. ne zaman istersen bana gel istersen ofise istersen eve. on dakika yada bütün gün, ister beni gör, ister görme, istediğin gibi kullan, ister kısa kal, ister gece kal, ister uzun kal, ister dön, ister hep kal. benim ofisim senin ofisin benim evim senin evin. her zaman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen başardın!!! Helal olsun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-4561214631806892815?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/4561214631806892815/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/05/hangi-kadn-bir-erkegi-asagdaki-kvama.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/4561214631806892815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/4561214631806892815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/05/hangi-kadn-bir-erkegi-asagdaki-kvama.html' title='hangi kadın bir erkeği aşağıdaki kıvama getirebilir?'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-3521354310393973202</id><published>2011-05-26T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T05:07:57.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why passionate about chocolate?</title><content type='html'>...bcs everything else is food, but chocolate is chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;...bcs if ı was not a chocolatier, ı would like to be one!&lt;br /&gt;...bcs whenever I offered it, no single person said no, a small piece or a big bite, the most powerful icebreaker ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-3521354310393973202?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/3521354310393973202/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-passionate-about-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/3521354310393973202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/3521354310393973202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-passionate-about-chocolate.html' title='why passionate about chocolate?'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-6676742160647845904</id><published>2011-04-22T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:23:30.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>İtinayla çikolata yapılır, servis edilir, etrafa mutluluk yayılır...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4YsDM_svDg/TbHSFTcJVcI/AAAAAAAAABI/N3BANYtJEZQ/s1600/IMG_2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4YsDM_svDg/TbHSFTcJVcI/AAAAAAAAABI/N3BANYtJEZQ/s320/IMG_2096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598486800357742018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellerimiz çikolataya bulandı, çikolata kokuları içimize işledi. Koku derinlere indikçe, hepimize bir mutluluk geldi... Bundan daha tutkulu, daha hafif, daha lezzetli ne olabilir ki? Krokanlar, çilekler, fındıklar, bademler çikolatayla birleştikçe bize de bir heyecan geldi. Doğan Apartmanı, Mavra atolye açılmadan bu kadar şevk verici kokuyu bir arada görmedi. Portakal, gül aromaları, kavrulan bademler...Masanın üstü çeşit çeşit çikolatalar ile donandı, sabah uyandıklarında minikler bu işe şaştı kaldı:) Passion for chocolate'da bir adım daha atıldı:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-6676742160647845904?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/6676742160647845904/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/04/itinayla-cikolata-yaplr-servis-edilir.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/6676742160647845904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/6676742160647845904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/04/itinayla-cikolata-yaplr-servis-edilir.html' title='İtinayla çikolata yapılır, servis edilir, etrafa mutluluk yayılır...'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4YsDM_svDg/TbHSFTcJVcI/AAAAAAAAABI/N3BANYtJEZQ/s72-c/IMG_2096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-878194440648046897</id><published>2011-04-17T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T10:30:30.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizin tutkularınız var mı?</title><content type='html'>Benim var. Hatta o kadar ki birincil ve ikinciller ya da yeniler, eskiler diye ayırabilirim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miniklerim (birincil / son 5 senedir)... Bundan sonra yazacağım bazı tutkularım da birincil olarak adlandırılacak olsa da kesinlikle aynı seviyede hiçbir zaman olmayacaklar. Ben kendini spiderman sanan ve hazırlanırken banyomun kapısında beni bekleyerek "ben seni korurum anne" diyen, hayali düşmanlar ağ atan bir güzelliğin annesiyim. Yanıma çağırıp son derece ciddi bir yüz ifadesi ve çaresiz el kol hareketleri ile "Bak tatlım bu pikap annenin ve dönüyor diye oyuncak sanılmasın, hiçbir zaman ellenmesin" dediğimde, 2 yaş masumluğu ile "Ne dedin??" diye soran Emira bebeğin annesiyim. Ben çok şanşlı bir anneyim ve hergün yeniden bebeklerimin karakterleri ile ilgili yeni birşey keşfediyorum. Hergün her yeni olaya cevap verebilecek zihinsel ve fiziksel esnekliğe sahip olabilmek için çalışıyor, radarlarım açık geziyor, yoruluyor ama çok mutlu uyuyorum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bateri (birincil / nispeten yeni)...Keşke herkes tutku ile bağlı olduğu bir enstrüman çalabilse. Profesyonel değilim hatta ancak Galata'ya yerleştikten sonra başladı bile diyebilirim ama kesinlikle azimliyim. Bu konuda o kadar azimli ki başladıktan 6 ay sonra, 35 yaşgünümde, kendime hediyem Bronx'da Marjivolt ve Gürhan ile 10 şarkıya bateri ile eşlik etmek oldu. Kendime kendi konserimi hediye ettim:) Acaba 40 yaş hediyem de bir odasını müzik için ayırabileceğim bir ev, içinde kırmızı bir bateri (istanbul ziller) ve miniklerimin de büyüdükçe öğrenmesi ve çalması için gitar olabilir mi? Miniklerimle bir genç delikanlı ve genç kız olduklarında beraber müzik yapabilir miyim?... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galata (birincil / nispeten yeni)...1.5 seneyi aşkın süredir Galata'da yaşıyorum. Önce Doğan apartmanında sonra Noa'da. Bu bölgenin ruhuma çok iyi geldiğini anlamam çok kısa sürdü. Farkettim ki ben bir şehir insanıyım, şehrin içlerinde yaşamalı, yürüyerek istediğim yerlere ulaşmalı, metro ile kulaklığımda müzik dinleyerek evime gidebilmeliyim. Beni sakin muhitlerde, havuzlu sitelerde, steril evlerde tutmak kafese koymak gibi... Galata şu dönemde benim en iyi destekçim. Evde adı "Galata" olan büyük bir endüstriyel tasarım var, Ali'nin tasarımı, keyfime keyif katan...Gitmekten zevk aldığım restaurantlar var, mahalleli arkadaşlarım var, yakın mesafelerde Karaköy var, Mısır çarşısı var, Galata'da müzik var... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Çikolata (ikincil)...Eskiden alışverişte ilgili reyona uğramak aklıma bile gelmezken şimdi işim çikolata. Her nevi çikolatayı deniyorum, yurtdışından torba ile değişik çikolatalar getiriyorum, çikolata fabrikası geziyorum, çikolata ile ilgili eğitim alıyorum, etrafıma çikolata hediye ediyorum, bir paket çikolatanın bile insanın yüzünde nasıl bir gülümseme yarattığını yeni farkediyorum, daha da hevesleniyorum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeni tutkular edinilebilir mi insan? Tutkularını ömür boyu sıcak tutabilir mi? Deniyorum…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-878194440648046897?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/878194440648046897/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/04/sizin-tutkularnz-var-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/878194440648046897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/878194440648046897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/04/sizin-tutkularnz-var-m.html' title='Sizin tutkularınız var mı?'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-4564094087171610388</id><published>2011-03-07T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:38:40.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobu Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8jUCCmwPUk/TXVFirAYdeI/AAAAAAAAABA/L0_ZIpiHB-Q/s1600/L1060480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581443775157794274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8jUCCmwPUk/TXVFirAYdeI/AAAAAAAAABA/L0_ZIpiHB-Q/s320/L1060480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sushi again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Nobu NY, I was recommended to try Nobu Dubai in Atlantis. It was again a true experience. All plates are designed like a piece of art and one can tell that all the chefs are enjoying the work they do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those who still question sushi, Nobu Nobu Nobu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-4564094087171610388?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/4564094087171610388/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/03/nobu-dubai.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/4564094087171610388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/4564094087171610388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2011/03/nobu-dubai.html' title='Nobu Dubai'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s8jUCCmwPUk/TXVFirAYdeI/AAAAAAAAABA/L0_ZIpiHB-Q/s72-c/L1060480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-3982835152186192997</id><published>2010-10-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:17:24.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace Hotel, Stumptown Coffee, NY...Daha ne istenir?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uS2n649p34/TL4YxEfgXdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gZCniiJE4pw/s1600/L1050946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529884623756090834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uS2n649p34/TL4YxEfgXdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gZCniiJE4pw/s320/L1050946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yıkılan bir otel Ace Hotel. Broadway 29'da. Ve şansımız yaver gitti de burada kalabildik. Lobby'si kadar cool odaları var. Çok genç tasarlanmış, kalanlar da zaten genelde genç. Hemen yanında Breslin restaurant var. Daha güzeli Stumptown Coffee. Sabahın 6'sından itibaren otele inanılmaz güzel bir kahve kokusu yayılıyor. Kasketli çalışanları, dizaynı ve lezzeti ile favorim oldu. Çocuklar ile erkenden lobby'e inip, sıralar oluşmadan kahvemi alıp lobby'de çocuklar oynarken bilgisayarımda takılmak inanılmaz hoşuma gitti. Çıkmadığım gecelerde de gençlerle dolan barı ve özel partileri bana çok iyi geldi. Ny'ı çok seviyorum, napabilirim...&lt;br /&gt;Yeşim, the Newyorker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-3982835152186192997?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/3982835152186192997/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2010/10/ace-hotel-stumptown-coffee-nydaha-ne.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/3982835152186192997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/3982835152186192997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2010/10/ace-hotel-stumptown-coffee-nydaha-ne.html' title='Ace Hotel, Stumptown Coffee, NY...Daha ne istenir?'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uS2n649p34/TL4YxEfgXdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gZCniiJE4pw/s72-c/L1050946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-4290110372219692447</id><published>2010-10-19T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:08:21.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NY'/><title type='text'>İste sushi budur!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uS2n649p34/TL4WsCgsIuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FDhkrEMYZFg/s1600/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529882338301584098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uS2n649p34/TL4WsCgsIuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FDhkrEMYZFg/s320/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newyork'da Ulya ile Blue Ribbon sushi restaurant'a gittik ve gerçek sushi nedir anlamış oldum. Henüz İstanbul Modern'de, bir sushi ustasının nasıl canlı balıktan sushi yaptığının videosunu izlemiştim. Ordaki şef canlı (evet canlı!) balığı temizleyip incecik filetolar kesiyor ve anında servis yapıyordu. Blue Ribbon'da ise şöyle oldu. Spanish Mackharel isimli balık canlı iken alınıyor, öldürülüyor, oracıkta pulları ve kanatları temizleniyor, ikiye bölünerek kılçıklarından ayrılıyor ancak kılçık atılmıyor. Her bir taraf dilimlenerek ortada kılçık olacak şekilde servis ediliyor. Biz de bu servis edilen tamamen raw! balığı özel sosuna batırarak bir güzel yedik. Balık bittikten sonra kılçıkları garson geri götürdü ve kızgın yağda kızartarak geri getirdi. Kılçıklarını da kuyruğu da dahil olmak üzere çıtır çıtır yedik. İşte sushi budur! New york'da bile yan masalar o balığı nasıl yedik diye bakakaldı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizim yemediğimiz ancak diğer masaya servis edilen bir inanılmaz yemek de canlı ıstakozdu. Henüz öldürülmüş halen kuyruğu sallanan istakozun şef içini temizledi. Etini kabuğundan tamamen ayırdı ve dilimleyerek buza yatırdı. Saniyeler içinde temizlenmiş olan istakoz halen kuyruğunu sallarken kabugunu tabaga yerleştirdi, yanına biraz havuç koydu. Buza yatırdığı içini de kabugun içine tekrar geri koyup servis yaptı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu kadar raw bir mutfak!! İşte asıl sushi budur. Ben artık her yediğime sushi demem. Mümkünse her yerde de sushi yemem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-4290110372219692447?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/4290110372219692447/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2010/10/iste-sushi-budur.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/4290110372219692447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/4290110372219692447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2010/10/iste-sushi-budur.html' title='İste sushi budur!'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3uS2n649p34/TL4WsCgsIuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FDhkrEMYZFg/s72-c/sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-7273880468967514399</id><published>2010-03-08T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:46:55.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Pukka Living Nedir?</title><content type='html'>Pukka Living--İstanbul ve dünyadan nev’i şahsına münhasır keşifleri, fark yaratan kişileri ve onların yaptıklarını duyuran ücretsiz bir fısıltı gazetesi... Keşfet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-7273880468967514399?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/7273880468967514399/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2010/03/pukka-living-nedir.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/7273880468967514399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/7273880468967514399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2010/03/pukka-living-nedir.html' title='Pukka Living Nedir?'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-6865049911212264251</id><published>2009-12-08T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T05:26:34.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutation to African sky</title><content type='html'>African sky blue, your children wait for the dawn&lt;br /&gt;African sky blue, soon a new day will be born&lt;br /&gt;African sky blue, will you bless my life?&lt;br /&gt;African sunshine, soon you will warm your children’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;The african river water will dance and leap in your morning light&lt;br /&gt;African sunshine&lt;br /&gt;African river water, will you bless my life?&lt;br /&gt;What can I know?&lt;br /&gt;What can I dream?&lt;br /&gt;What can I hope?&lt;br /&gt;What will the future bring?&lt;br /&gt;You shine through me, but will you see me through?&lt;br /&gt;African sky blue&lt;br /&gt;African thunderstorm, your soldiers march through the air&lt;br /&gt;The african rain will fall and wash away all my tears&lt;br /&gt;African falling rain, will you bless my life?&lt;br /&gt;The warrior’s now a worker and his war is underground&lt;br /&gt;With cordite in the darkness he milks the bleeding veins of gold&lt;br /&gt;When the smoking rockface murmurs, he always thinks of you&lt;br /&gt;African sky blue, will you see him through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Clegg &amp; Savuka Lyrics- African sky blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-6865049911212264251?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/6865049911212264251/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/12/salutation-to-african-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/6865049911212264251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/6865049911212264251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/12/salutation-to-african-sky.html' title='Salutation to African sky'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-8785803988148644566</id><published>2009-12-03T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T05:39:36.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uS2n649p34/Sxg7ALeU6aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iN8x9SbLglU/s1600-h/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uS2n649p34/Sxg7ALeU6aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iN8x9SbLglU/s320/IMG_0826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411139826551679394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time we could manage to take our time for a long vacation. This is the first trip of Ela with us and is the time we visit land of Africa. We have landed to Johannesburg and than to Capetown. There is no time difference with south africa so there is no jetlag issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have first went to Hermanus. Hermanus is 1 hr drive from Capetown. It is a very nice summer area.(check the pictures I have published in facebook) Everything is nice and neat. Just by the ocean. We have stayed 3 nights. There is nice sea food in hermanus, watched the whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day we have gone to a safari resort in Wenceshter. On the way, all the roads are sided with wineyards. South africa is famous with wines. We have stayed in the game resort 1 night and had the safari tour. We have seen 4 animals out of big 5: Lion, Elephant, Rhinoceros and Buffalo. We could not see any Leopard. Emir enjoyed the tour very much. After the tour we have come to Capetown. Staying in a lovely guest house Cape Riviera. Here in Capetown there are many guest houses, nicely decorated with small number of rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today the observations I have about africa is, Africa is a endowed with many different and beautiful things. One of the most amazing flora is in africa. We have seen many different trees, plants and flowers. She has a beautiful landscape, all those mountains, oceans, ...The other amazing is the animals of africa. Those that you watch in documentaries are generally in different parts of africa. Surrounded by sea, all sea animals are part of life. Africa is also a land of opposites: black and white, poor and rich, desert and sea, sun and rain...This is one of the most amazing part of the world. Africa Africa I loved you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-8785803988148644566?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/8785803988148644566/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/12/south-africa-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/8785803988148644566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/8785803988148644566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/12/south-africa-1.html' title='South Africa 1'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3uS2n649p34/Sxg7ALeU6aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iN8x9SbLglU/s72-c/IMG_0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-2717667178927981086</id><published>2009-11-24T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:08:14.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Çok sevmezsen, çok acımazsın- Can Yucel</title><content type='html'>Çok sevmezsen, çok acımazsın.&lt;br /&gt;Bağlanmayacaksın bir şeye, öyle körü körüne. &lt;br /&gt;"O olmazsa yaşayamam." demeyeceksin. &lt;br /&gt;Demeyeceksin işte. &lt;br /&gt;Yaşarsın çünkü. &lt;br /&gt;Öyle beylik laflar etmeye gerek yok ki. &lt;br /&gt;Çok sevmeyeceksin mesela. O daha az severse kırılırsın. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve zaten genellikle o daha az sever seni, &lt;br /&gt;Senin onu sevdiğinden. &lt;br /&gt;Çok sevmezsen, çok acımazsın. &lt;br /&gt;Çok sahiplenmeyince, çok ait de olmazsın hem. &lt;br /&gt;Hatta elini ayağını bile çok sahiplenmeyeceksin. &lt;br /&gt;Senin değillermiş gibi davranacaksın. &lt;br /&gt;Hem hiçbir şeyin olmazsa, kaybetmekten de &lt;br /&gt;korkmazsın. &lt;br /&gt;Onlarsız da yaşayabilirmişsin gibi davranacaksın. &lt;br /&gt;Çok eşyan olmayacak mesela evinde. &lt;br /&gt;Paldır küldür yürüyebileceksin. &lt;br /&gt;İlle de bir şeyleri sahipleneceksen, &lt;br /&gt;Çatıların gökyüzüyle birleştiği yerleri sahipleneceksin. &lt;br /&gt;Gökyüzünü sahipleneceksin, &lt;br /&gt;Güneşi, ayı, yıldızları... &lt;br /&gt;Mesela kuzey yıldızı, senin yıldızın olacak. &lt;br /&gt;"O benim." diyeceksin. &lt;br /&gt;Mutlaka sana ait olmasın istiyorsan birşeylerin... &lt;br /&gt;Mesela gökkuşağı senin olacak. &lt;br /&gt;İlle de bir şeye ait olacaksan, renklere ait &lt;br /&gt;olacaksın. &lt;br /&gt;Mesela turuncuya, yada pembeye. &lt;br /&gt;Ya da cennete ait olacaksın. &lt;br /&gt;Çok sahiplenmeden, Çok ait olmadan yaşayacaksın. &lt;br /&gt;Hem her an avuçlarından kayıp gidecekmiş gibi, Hem &lt;br /&gt;de hep senin kalacakmış gibi hayat. &lt;br /&gt;İlişik yaşayacaksın. 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font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;table width="400" border="0" align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="bold" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; "&gt;HAMAMLAR HAKKINDA İLGİSİ VE BİLGİSİ OLAN BÜYÜK JÜRİ SEÇTİ&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td background="http://www.webnaturel.com/resim/dotted.gif" height="1" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="bold" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.webnaturel.com/resim/hamam.jpg" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="bold" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="justify" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Orhan Yılmazkaya: Araştırmacı, Türk Hamamı isimli kitabın yazarı.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Sevgi Gönül: Müzeci, koleksiyoner hamamlara özel ilgisi var.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Şerif Yenen: Tur Rehberleri Birliği Başkanı. Bu konuda anket yaptı.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Hami Çağdaş: Gösteri Dergisi Yazı İşleri Müdürü.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Fatma Girik: Oyuncu, çocukluğundan beri hamam gidiyor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Arzu Kaprol: Bursa’da kaplıca ve hamamlar içinde büyüyen modacı.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;İbrahim Çatalçam: 40 yıllık tellak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Aytaç Fikirli: 30 yıllık natır.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Hakan Kıran: Sarnıç, medrese, kilise restorasyonları yapan mimar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Tugay Toydemir: Kültür turu operatörü, görmediği hamam yok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;EN İYİ 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;CAĞALOĞLU HAMAMI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;KERVANSARAY HAMAMI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;ÇEMBERLİTAŞ HAMAMI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;GALATASARAY HAMAMI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;SÜLEYMANİYE HAMAMI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;SOFULAR HAMAMI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;SOKOLLU HAMAMI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; 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 line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is how we r gonna wear in 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(49, 49, 49);  line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;09 Fall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(49, 49, 49);  line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tie-neck blouse, silk tuxedo blazer and pant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#313131;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#313131;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://FE16A521-664A-4080-A61D-0AAB42FEDE87/image.tiff" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#313131;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#313131;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;I also liked this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#313131;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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Ask ancak yeni, gizemli ve tehlikeli ise buyur. Guvenlik aski oldurur. Sonsuz bir ask kendi icinde celiskilidir.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask biter, cunku itici gucu cinselliktir ve cinsellik de ilkeldir. Ihtiras ve arzu sevginin diger ozellikleriyle, ornegin saygi ve hayranlik dugusu ile bagdasmaz. Bu nedenle ask kisa bir sure icerisinde ya tutkusuz bir dostluga ya da saf cinsel iliskiye donusur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask biter, cunku idealize eder bu da yanilsamadan baska birsey degildir. Hayallerin etkisi altinda asik oluruz, zaman askin dusmanidir cunku gercekligi gun isigina cikarir ve yanilsamanin gecmesine sebep olur. Bu nedenle ask ya tutkusuz, ciplak bir saygiya ya da aci bir hayalkirikligina donusur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask biter, cunku cok kolay nefrete donusebilir. Insan ruhunun karanlik yuzu kendini gosterir ve romantizmin yumusakligi dogustan gelen agresyonla olan iktidar savasini kaybeder. Bir romans karanlik bir gecede atilan havai fiseklere benzer, guzel ama gecicidir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask biter, cunku hicbirsey oldugu gibi kalmaz. Bu durum insanlik icin de gecerlidir. Hepimiz iliskilerimizde devamlilik isteriz, bu nedenle de hem kendimizi hem karsimizdakini durmadan hayal kirikligina ugratip dururuz. Ya biz ya karsimizdaki sadakat kayigini kayaliklara carpip parcalar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bir terapistin arka bahcesi- Alper Hasanoglu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-4663646007703024214?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/4663646007703024214/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/10/ask-neden-gecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/4663646007703024214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/4663646007703024214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/10/ask-neden-gecer.html' title='Ask neden gecer?'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-3874463376118062961</id><published>2009-10-06T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:10:21.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask nedir?</title><content type='html'>...Asiklar hicbir seye ihtiyac duymazlar, kendi kendilerine yeterler. Bir caba harcamadan birbirlerini yuceltirler. Hicbir aciklamaya ihtiyac duymadan anlarlar birbirlerini, birbirleri hakkinda herseyi bilirler hic konusmadan. Gunluk catismalarin uzaginda lisansiz bir anlasma ve kosulsuz bir kabullenme icindedirler birbirlerine karsi. Ask, asiklarin birbirleri icin hersey olduklari ve baska hicbirseye gereksinim duymadiklari bir insanlik durumudur...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bir terapistin arka bahcesi - Alper Hasanoglu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siz asik misiniz? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-3874463376118062961?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/3874463376118062961/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/10/ask-nedir.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/3874463376118062961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/3874463376118062961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/10/ask-nedir.html' title='Ask nedir?'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232865754343156126.post-5744792440518777497</id><published>2009-10-04T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:34:51.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocuk psikolojisi- Kitap onerisi</title><content type='html'>...Temel ihtiyaclari anne sicakligi ile aninda karsilanan cocuk, bu sayede baskalarina guvenebilmenin temeline sahip olur. Aksi halde yasam boyu digerlerine guvenmekte sikinti yasar. Baskasina guven, en zor kazanilan ancak en kolay kaybedilen duygudur.  Yabanci birinin herhangi bir saldirisi uzerinde durulmaz, bu saldiri unutulur gider. Oysa guvenilen birinin en ufak bir yan bakisi, en ufak bir ters davranisi dahi asla affedilemez. &lt;b&gt;Cunku guvenmek kendini teslim etmektir.  &lt;/b&gt;Boylesine hassas bir duygu olan guvenin temeli yasamin ilk 3 yili boyunca sninda ve surekli bir sekilde ozverili, koruyucu, kollayici anne davranislarina karsilik olarak kazanilir. Aksi halde yasam boyu kaznilamaz. Eksikligi hep hissedilir....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calisan Anne ve Cocugu "Anne Is'te" Prof. Dr. Sabiha Paktuna Keskin / Boyut yayinlari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8232865754343156126-5744792440518777497?l=birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/feeds/5744792440518777497/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/10/cocuk-psikolojisi-kitap-onerisi.html#comment-form' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/5744792440518777497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8232865754343156126/posts/default/5744792440518777497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birzamanlarhikayen.blogspot.com/2009/10/cocuk-psikolojisi-kitap-onerisi.html' title='Cocuk psikolojisi- Kitap onerisi'/><author><name>Check out my comments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859366181611459002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
