<?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-1994064887764375849</id><updated>2012-02-09T22:24:40.702+01:00</updated><category term='tren kaZasi'/><category term='uherske hradiste'/><category term='viyana westbahnhof'/><category term='nurnberg'/><category term='guneye gitmek'/><category term='otrokovice sarhoslari'/><category term='besiktas'/><category term='Zlin'/><title type='text'>zlin güncesi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>gunessiz gunler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/TTiZMGAh8uI/AAAAAAAABNA/qMNc2JQq6J0/s1600/img011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/TTiZMGAh8uI/AAAAAAAABNA/qMNc2JQq6J0/s640/img011.jpg" width="616" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamam, farkindayim. cok oyle zlin'lik filan bir sey degil belki ama. gunessiz gunlerde sunprinting macerasi boyle bir seymis meger.&lt;br /&gt;bir sonraki level biber salcasi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-1480480502507484131?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1480480502507484131/comments/default' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/TTiZMGAh8uI/AAAAAAAABNA/qMNc2JQq6J0/s72-c/img011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-8076366547075662402</id><published>2011-01-19T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:01:22.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>unlu mamul</title><content type='html'>namesti miru buram buram otlu peynirli pogaca kokuyodu bugun. niyeyse artik..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-8076366547075662402?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8076366547075662402/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=8076366547075662402' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8076366547075662402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8076366547075662402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2011/01/unlu-mamul.html' title='unlu mamul'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-2007551618695671630</id><published>2010-04-21T06:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:59:41.525+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iste bunu seviyorum</title><content type='html'>amaan asit mi yagmis, ekonomi mi patlamis, dunya mi catlamis kimsenin bu kadar mi umrunda olmaz. vallahi peter bey olmasa bu yanardag olayindan zerre haberim olmayacak. ha yok yanlis anlasilmasin, peter bey de anasigil izlanda'ya en yakin limanin bulundugu shetland'da yasiyor diye haberdar yani, baska biseyden degil.&lt;br /&gt;ya o degil de, izlanda da ne bahtsiz memleket yahu.yazik valla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gecelim diger konuya. efenim malumunuz birkac hafta once paskalyaydi bu taraflarda. fakat paskayla dedigin oyle yumurta boyamakla bitmiyormus meger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S86FWrAUvVI/AAAAAAAABAU/loSSzMSrHvU/s1600/yesilbira02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S86FWrAUvVI/AAAAAAAABAU/loSSzMSrHvU/s640/yesilbira02.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yani nedir, "yesil paskalya birasi".&lt;br /&gt;meger yesil persembe, buyuk cuma vs vs gibi biseyler de varmis. bu vesileyle de biralarini yesile boyuyorlarmis bu cek insanlari her sene paskalya persembesinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S86FcNVgr_I/AAAAAAAABAY/168df9RQXuc/s1600/yesilbira01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S86FcNVgr_I/AAAAAAAABAY/168df9RQXuc/s640/yesilbira01.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;saka maka, tadi da en az gorundugu kadar cirkindi, ne yalan soyleyeyim..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-2007551618695671630?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S86FWrAUvVI/AAAAAAAABAU/loSSzMSrHvU/s72-c/yesilbira02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-707211987560025818</id><published>2010-03-12T06:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:36:14.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mart</title><content type='html'>yaktik vallahi kaZmayi kuregi.. dunden beri kar yagiyor, ortalik bembeyaZ oldu yine. ustelik daha gecen hafta cengaver gibi bi t-shirt bi hirkayla evden cikabilmisken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;velhasil o degil de, dun duraga dogru giderken bi kedi gordum yolda. cagirdim ("gel pisi pisi" seklinde), geldi, sevdirdi kendini filan. boyle bembeyaZ bisey. otobuse kosmak Zorunda oldugumdan pek hasir nesir olamadiysak da, bi 100-150 metre boyunca hoplaya Ziplaya pesimden gelmedi degil hani. sirf kediyle kopekle paylasamadigim icin afiyet olmayacak korkusuyla sokakta biseyler yemekten imtina etmeye alistim belki ama, hakikaten ortalikta kedi gormemeye alismak acikli. ayrica saat kac olmus, ben ne dedigimi biliyo muyum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-707211987560025818?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/707211987560025818/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=707211987560025818' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/707211987560025818'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-1007611790423235757</id><published>2010-02-15T12:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:01:00.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kodlama</title><content type='html'>haZir otobus bekliyorken ve uZunca bir suredir de aklimdayken bahsedivereyim bu meseleden. hani turkce'de "adana'nin a'si, luleburgaZ'in l'si, kastamonu'nun k'si"dir ya kodlama, ceklerde bu "adam'in a'si, lukas'in l'si, krystina'in k'si" seklinde oluyor. topu topu 30-40 tane insan ismi oldugu icin memlekette..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-1007611790423235757?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1007611790423235757/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-3304836507457019370</id><published>2010-02-07T18:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:45:54.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bahcedeki adamlar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S277Sn9LBEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/UE13Q3MXANg/s1600-h/SP_A0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S277Sn9LBEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/UE13Q3MXANg/s400/SP_A0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435558097664541762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tee ne Zaman once cektiydim bu fotograflari telefonumla da bi turlu bluetooth olayini beceremedigimden bahsedememistim kendilerinden.&lt;br /&gt;velhasil bu yukardaki gayet konvasiyonel kardan adam esasinda biZim degil, karsi apartmanin bahcesinde ikamet etmekte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S277SR8zwmI/AAAAAAAAA44/_LWumW5ckIQ/s1600-h/SP_A0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S277SR8zwmI/AAAAAAAAA44/_LWumW5ckIQ/s400/SP_A0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435558091757437538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu cek memleketinin geleneksel kardan adam yapim tekniklerinin iZlerini tasiyan ikili ise biZim bahcedekiler. asil konu, kafalarindaki saksilar tabii ki. meger adet buymus buralarda. kafasinda saksi olmayan kardan adama kardan adam denmeZmis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-3304836507457019370?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3304836507457019370/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=3304836507457019370' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/3304836507457019370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/3304836507457019370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2010/02/bahcedeki-adamlar.html' title='bahcedeki adamlar'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/S277Sn9LBEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/UE13Q3MXANg/s72-c/SP_A0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-8854749635853861135</id><published>2010-01-16T02:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T03:10:43.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ekip</title><content type='html'>simdi sinirim gecti gerci de, haZir yeri gelmisken (?) bahsedeyim. gecen (dun muydu sanki?) ilk "ekip toplantisi" (nam-i diger ppm) bulusmasini gerceklestirdik. hepi topu 5 kisi olacak ekibin 2 tane fire vermis olmasinin yanisira, saatlerce konusup ugrasip bir is bolumu yapmayi bir sekilde becerebildikten sonra hanimefendilerin "iiiih, miiih, sinav minav, anca 25'inde baslariZ" tavri uZerine tepem atti. "eah siZi mi beklicem, tamam allah ceZaniZi versin yaparim ben kendi basima" minvalli bir trip attim. sonra petra hanim hafiften mudahale edip "e ama bak secmislerdi ne yapacaklarini o kadar" gibi bir telkin surecine girdi lakin "bana ne ayol, onlarin keyfine gore olmuyo bu isler" seklinde cikistim. "e iyi o Zaman" diye gayet sakin karsiladilar bu durumu. ilk etapta cok bir anlam veremedim. ya hasta oldugumdan kelli dogru duZgun sinirlenmeyi beceremedim, ya da hemen akabinde "cok mu cikistim yahu" konusuyla ilgili fikir teatisinde bulundugumuZ robert bey'in "bu cekler cok dogrudan insanlar, imaya sarkazma filan pek basmiyo kafalari" tespiti gayet dogru. hayir bir sey degil, daha gecen hafta yakiniyodum "miZah algimi da yitirdim, anca sarkastik olabiliyorum" diye, o da adam gibi anlasilmiyomus iyi mi..&lt;br /&gt;ya bi de o bi yana, gayet iyi niyetle, sorgusuZ sualsiZ "ah caniiim, sinaviniZ mi var, eh ben yaparim artik nolcak" dedigimi filan da dusunmus olabilir bu cibilliyetsiZler.&lt;br /&gt;peh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-8854749635853861135?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-8318139333952409574</id><published>2009-11-25T22:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:24:37.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hava durumu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hic sikayetci filan degilim, bilakis fena halde memnunum (sonuc olarak avusturalya veya california'nin ya da iste benZeri hic kis olmayan boyle boyuna gunesli, cilt kanserinin girla oldugu cografyalarin en yasanilasi yerler oldugu inancina sahibim) lakin.. kis geliyor olmaliydi sanki, ne dersin doga kardes? haftalardir, piril piril oldugu yetmeZmis gibi bir o kadar da sicak gunlere uyaniyor olmanin dayanilmaZ hafifligini tatmaktayim. pek hos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bugun de tesco'dan ciZme aldim kendime. cocuk reyonundan......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aslinda boyle rengarenk bi yagmur boyu vardi ondan da alcaktim ama numarasi kalmamis.. en buyugu 32 nomeryodu :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ya bi de evet, halen ne romanya'dan ne prag'dan ne de leipZig'ten bahsedebilmis degilim.. ama aklimda. valla.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-8318139333952409574?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8318139333952409574/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=8318139333952409574' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>uyku borcu, hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-4198885621654900082?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4198885621654900082/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=4198885621654900082' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/4198885621654900082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/4198885621654900082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2009/11/trikova-kamera.html' title='trikova 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name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6551994&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6551994&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6551994"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-1587382295192580299?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-4401727121589512936</id><published>2009-09-11T21:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:25:55.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. ev.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-4401727121589512936?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4401727121589512936/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=4401727121589512936' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bindim.. lakin rotarlar filan derken kacirdim 18:30 ucagini.. viyana havaalaninin yerlerinde oturarak gecen cok saatin ardindan, 1 saat rotarli 1:55 ucagina bindim (ki iste o 3 ucagi oldu rotarla).. 6:30'da indim istanbul'a, boylece 7'deki izmir ucagini da kacirdim.. 8'dekine bindim.. o da bi yarim saat filan rotar yapti.. 11 gibi varabildim buraya iste.. boylece 24 saat suren bir yolculuk oldu Zlin-iZmir arasi..&lt;br /&gt;gelmeden postaya da bavul vermistim tum malZemelerimin ve hatta kuklalarin filan oldugu.. halen yok, bekliyoruZ heyecanla.. bi yandan da malZeme yok=yapacak hicbir sey yok denkligi icinde sikisip kaldim.. bakalim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya aslinda gelmeden onceki son gece evsahiplerimle yemege cikmistik, ondan bahsedecektim ama.. bilahare artik.. pufff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-6054037250508463670?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-7066426744225356624</id><published>2009-07-02T09:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:19:18.615+02:00</updated><title type='text'>izmir'e donus</title><content type='html'>sabah kalktim, biraZdan da kosup binecegim trene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zlin yere batar mi bilmiyorum (Zaten neden batsin orasi ayri) ama donecegim iZmir'e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-7066426744225356624?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7066426744225356624/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-3629173149025154612</id><published>2009-06-27T00:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:53:06.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yuva</title><content type='html'>ya su son birkac gundur n'oluyo boyle bilemiyorum ama, garip bi duygusallik boyle bi bisey hakim bana.. pms filan degil ustelik.. neyse..&lt;br /&gt;ya soyle bi baktim da demin, baya baya ev olmus burasi, yuva olmus saka maka. sevmisim, baglanmisim yine farkinda olmadan. hani ne guZel de olmus tabi ama.. garip bi yandan da..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SkVP220lJ8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/hUB170nS8N0/s1600-h/yuva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SkVP220lJ8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/hUB170nS8N0/s400/yuva1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351771536047286210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;garip, cunku "nasolsa benim olmayan esyalar, bana ait/benden olmayan seylere baglanmam herhalde" diye diye tasinmistim/tasimistim bavullarimi buraya.. ama oldu iste sanirim. kolaja bey ilk derste "kendini tanitma" formu gibi bisey dagitmisti gecen donemin basinda. bir soru vardi "evin neresi/nereye evin dersin" tadinda "calisabildigim yer evimdir benim" mealli bir cevap vermistim. dert bu sanirim.. belki de o yuZden iZmir'deki evleri "benim"mis gibi hissedemiyorum biraZ da.. kim bilir.. ve belki tam da bu yuZden istanbul'dan, besiktas evinden ayrilmak o kadar Zor gelmisti..&lt;br /&gt;geri sayim basladi ya, 2 ayligina da olsa, ondan da olabilir bu ruh hali.. seneye napcaZ acep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-3629173149025154612?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3629173149025154612/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=3629173149025154612' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/3629173149025154612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/3629173149025154612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2009/06/yuva.html' title='yuva'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SkVP220lJ8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/hUB170nS8N0/s72-c/yuva1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-3661173319374366184</id><published>2009-06-25T15:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:25:40.312+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kacamak bakis</title><content type='html'>eveet, eski gunlerin hatirina coffee&amp;amp;co'nun internetini homurmek suretiyle yaZiyorum bu yaZiyi. ya saka maka eski gunler filan diyorum, nerdeyse bir sene gecmis bu tuhaf memlekette. hani bir yandan nasi gecti anlamadim, Zirt diye oldu. diger yandan ilk geldigim gun, elimde bavullar golem'de "aha bu kopegim bu da silahim" diye tuhaf bir "Zlin'e hosgeldin" yapan amerikali sarhosla karsilasma, michael bey'in bavulumun sapini koparmasi, otel pesinde kosturma macerasi sanki teee ne kadar da uZakta kalmis aslinda.. tuhaf bi nostalji yasiyorum. simdi bi de coffee&amp;amp;co'dan blog yaZmak iyice pekistirdi iste, cakma yurt hayati, alex hanim'in evinde multecilik falan Zamanlarini..&lt;br /&gt;reZil havaya ve her turlu tuhafliga ragmen (ki aslinda bi tuhaflik falan yok ha, sirf pekistirmek icin dedim oyle. tek derdim hava) iyi be. valla. iyi ki yani. evet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-3661173319374366184?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3661173319374366184/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-4039893868171292008</id><published>2009-06-13T13:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:13:42.178+02:00</updated><title type='text'>annecy'den notlar 04</title><content type='html'>12.06 | 13:24 | del arte&lt;br /&gt;aa vallahi skandal!&lt;br /&gt;not defterimi odada unutmusum. bir kagit parcasindan bildiriyorum yani :'( bu bitince nolcak onu da hic bilmiyorum..&lt;br /&gt;neyse efenim, bugun 11'de ciktim hostelden, sonra da forrest gump gibi yollara vurdum kendimi, manyakcasina durmadan yurudum. simdi de filmden once bi oturayim da kahve iceyim dedim.&lt;br /&gt;bu arada, bir yandan findik fistik atistirip bir yandan da kaybolmanin tadi bambaskaymis, bunu deneyimlemis oldum. yok, keyifliydi de, keske sehrin daha guZel bir yerinde kaybolsaymisim. apartman apartmandi hep.&lt;br /&gt;bi de bu fransiZlarin uyarilarina cok guluyorum. misal "lutfen bekleyin" maksatli "patiente" yaZiyor, "biraZ sabir" anliyorum ben onu, komik. sonra lokantalarda filan "disardan yiyecek icecek getirmeyin, ayip" yerine "no picnic" diyo mesela. o ne be "piknik yok" hehehee :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:03 | grande salle&lt;br /&gt;tam bir fatih oZguven gibi geldim salonun orta noktasina konuslandim, oh.&lt;br /&gt;butun gun de cilginlar gibi o dukkan senin bu dukkan benim, nefes almadan dolandim. ve butun bu dolanmalardan yine cikardigim bir sonuc, yeni bir cek-fransiZ kiyaslamasi, yeniden bir tespit var efenim (alkislar, alkislar..) ve hatta daha heyecanli olan ilk defa modayla ilintili bir sey yaZacak olmak sanirim. neyse, gelelim tespitimiZe..&lt;br /&gt;hem cek cumhuriyeti'nde hem de burada ustune birkac bisey giyip cikarmis bir kimse olarak, bedenlerin evrensel olmadigi kanisina vardim. hani her teZgahtarin kurtaricisi olan "kalibi buyuk" ve kalibi kucuk" cumleleri var ya, hep Zirva sanirdim ben onlari mesela. degilmis efenim, kalip diye bir sey varmis. cek cumhuriyeti'nde bu, etek-pantolonda 38 nomeronun 40, hatta belki 42'denk gelmesi ve hem small hem medium bedenli ustlerin gogus kisimlarinin misal turkiye'dekilerden biraZ daha genisce olmasi anlamina geliyorken; fransa'da meger 38 veya medium, genis bel ve kalca kesimi ve fakat fena halde dar gogus kismi anlamina geliyormus. yani neymis, ceklerin kocaman kalcalari ve buyuk gogusleri (ki bu noktada bu kesimlerin, c kuplu sutyenlerin bile dolgulu olmasindan etkilendigini dusunmeden edemiyorum) varken, fransiZlar tam bir armut tipi vucut ornegi teskil ediyormus. evet, bu da boyle bir tespitimiZdi. hepimiZe gecmis olsun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:58 | grande salle&lt;br /&gt;evet evet, sayin oZguven gorse kesin cok gurur duyardi benimle. kaptim yine orta noktayi :) ya bu arada bu kiyafet kesimi meselesine ciZimlerle aciklik getirmek istiyordum ama memlekette kirtasiye yok! vallahi ya. haril haril aradim, supermarkete gonderdiler sonunda. is mi yani supermarketten defter almak..&lt;br /&gt;neyse, olmadi yani. yok ciZim falan. brosur/ilan arkasi birakmadim Zaten yaZa yaZa. son kaynagim olan festival dukkan listesi arkasini kullaniyorum su an, gosterim bir an once baslasa fena olmayacak. ay bu arada, kagit ucaklara bir de balon eklendi simdi, yarin odul/kapanis toreninde ne cesit samlaiklar olacagini dusunmek bile istemiyorum. hayir benim anlamadigim, acaba kacirmis oldugum bi oryantasyon filan mi oldu "simdi salona girer girmeZ daha ceketleriniZi bile cikarmadan delice ucak yapip sahneye ulastirmaya calisiyorsunuZ, ulasanlari da teZahuratlar, alkislar esliginde kutluyorsunuZ. ha bir de unutmadan, festival fragmanina da yine alkisla tempo tutup 'cenevre havaalani' kisminda avaZiniZ ciktiginca bagiriyorsunuZ. anlasildiysa dagilabilirsiniZ" dedikleri. bilemiyorum. en mantikli aciklamam bu, olan bitene. aklim almiyor vallahi..&lt;div 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04'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-99621151632031708</id><published>2009-06-12T09:02:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:15:35.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>annecy'den notlar 03</title><content type='html'>11.06 | 13:53 | decavision 2&lt;br /&gt;marketi gectim, su alabilecegim bir bakkal bile bulamamak beni cok uZmusken sinemanin hemen yaninda bir alisveris merkeZi oldugunu kesfedip (kesfe bak) rahatladim. su andaysa hemen arkamda henry selick oturuyor, biraZdan gosterim baslayacak, heyecan dorukta. bu seansin jurili olacagini bilmiyordum, buyuk supriZ oldu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBgqBOCSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/97cHBVwrQ70/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBgqBOCSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/97cHBVwrQ70/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346337368189045026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBgafl8WI/AAAAAAAAAj4/xCDW9OJLaWg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBgafl8WI/AAAAAAAAAj4/xCDW9OJLaWg/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346337364021473634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15:50 | cafe de la poste&lt;br /&gt;gulduler ya, yine altnciya gulduler. ama uZulmuyorum artik, en aZindan tepki veriyolar, hoslarina gidiyor diye. ya bi de tuhaf ama bu ogrenci filmleri bende agir bir uyku hali yaratiyor nedense.. bahsedecegim birkac film var ama once bi kahve soylemeye calisacagim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evet, soyledim kahvemi - sanirim.&lt;br /&gt;dunku iddiam kuvvetleniyor. nerdeyse filmlerin hepsinden bahsetmek istiyorum. ya farkindayim, giderek "kisa film elestiriyoruZ, yihuu" bloguna donuyor burasi ama amaan, nedir yani. canim sagolsun.&lt;br /&gt;neyse, festival sirasiyla ilk film olan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red and blue&lt;/span&gt; ile baslamak istiyorum. komikce filan ama, cek filmi vardi bi tane simdi adini hatirlayamadigim, iste hem onun kotusu, hem de Zamaninin gerisinde bi film olmus..&lt;br /&gt;orijinal adi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vaike maja&lt;/span&gt; olan "small house" da yine final baglama kurbani..&lt;br /&gt;sonracigima,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 0200&lt;/span&gt; isimli hindistan filmi de sevimliydi ama, 5 yonetmenli bi filmden sevimlilikten faZlasini bekliyor insan haliyle.. bi de sesi cok kotuydu, sample'larla kayitlar birbirine uymuyor filan..&lt;br /&gt;neyse 5 demisken yerinde oldu, sonraki film de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gemeinschaft&lt;/span&gt; diye biseydi. seste bunun da sorunu vardi. bi kere cok yuksekti ses, kafam patlicak sandim. bi de sanirim normal seviyede cok dikkat cekmeyecek cakma arkaplan sesleri bu kadar yuksek olunca aciga cikmis, epey siritmis yani.. onun disinda, animasyon oyle cok sahane filan degildi, hafif tekliyordu. birkac kamera hareketi kullanmis yonetmen ama baZilari o kadar olmamis ki, "ay keske hic yapmasaymis yaZik etmis" dedim, oldukca da gereksiZdi yani.. ama hikayeyi ve genel olarak anlatimi sevdim. ha bi de sonunda insanlar gulduler, onu cok anlamadim. halbuki ben baya huZunlu bulmustum.. (ehe hehehe hihihhii hihihiiii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i live in the woods!&lt;/span&gt; vardi birkac film sonra. hastalikli bir sekilde komikti. hele henry selick arkamda sinsi sinsi "keh keh keh" seklinde gulunce pek kiskandim. ama iste southparkvari miZahi cok sevemiyorum malesef. bi de animasyon da oyle ahim sahim degildi, absurdlukten yirmaya calismis gibi geliyor bana (yoksa suphen mi var?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c block&lt;/span&gt;. bunu bi yere not edin siZ de, odulu alir bence. alsin ya da, almali. Zaten demirkubuZ sevgisiyle adindan dolayi da bir yakinlik hissetmistim filme ama, iZleyince tam oldu. efenim kanada yapimi kendileri, yonetmeni de vladimir kooperman. simdiye kadar (ki yani sadece bu festivalden de bahsetmiyorum) iZledigim en guZel ogrenci animasyonlarindan biriydi. ogrenci isi gibi hic degildi Zaten, coook guZel ciZimler, cok basaliri canlandirma.. aferin ya. valla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sylfidden&lt;/span&gt; diye bi film vardi sonra, onun da final muallakligi vardi tabi sasirtici olmayarak. ilgincti diyip gecelim.&lt;br /&gt;ama bu kadar. sonrakilerle ilgili cok yorum yapamayacagim Zira son 3 filmi uyku arasinda boluk porcuk gordum.&lt;br /&gt;ay goZlerim de halen aciyor, gunes kremi mi kacti noldu anlamadim ki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBgKCCegI/AAAAAAAAAjw/1NpDKrt31AQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBgKCCegI/AAAAAAAAAjw/1NpDKrt31AQ/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346337359602547202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;su balkon serisi tam da fransiZ degil mi ya.. neden bilmiyorum ama misal bunu bi yerde gorsem derdim "aha kesin fransiZ bu" diye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBfyvy1_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/GkCJEc-qKoA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBfyvy1_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/GkCJEc-qKoA/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346337353352009714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOcK6is7tCE"&gt;bu sarki&lt;/a&gt; da alttaki arkadas icin gelsin. kiyamam ya Zavalliliga bak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBf145YTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2JTdkKuW_50/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBf145YTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2JTdkKuW_50/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346337354195493170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;olacaksa boyle olsun bir cicekci..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAgEUk04I/AAAAAAAAAjY/qi_zjqzwFAw/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAgEUk04I/AAAAAAAAAjY/qi_zjqzwFAw/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346336258558055298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunlar da 'sato' civarindan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAf93O8YI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XigLyRVBg58/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAf93O8YI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XigLyRVBg58/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346336256824373634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAfrj7FPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vLCxobMPu5o/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAfrj7FPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/vLCxobMPu5o/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346336251911542002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;su alttaki fotograflari ekledikten sonra dusunmeye basladim acaba icimde bir pimapenci mi besliyorum diye.. niye boyuna kapi pencere fotografi cektigimi halen bilmiyorum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAfe36BjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/12U0ynBnims/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAfe36BjI/AAAAAAAAAjA/12U0ynBnims/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346336248505697842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAfAeq_7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/8TLF2BQLGuY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIAfAeq_7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/8TLF2BQLGuY/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346336240346791858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-28jU3jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/zb3DvdSnLIw/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-28jU3jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/zb3DvdSnLIw/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334452586176050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bu pencerece bir hinlik bir cinlik yaptim yine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-2pTnrmI/AAAAAAAAAio/EyV792uDxfM/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-2pTnrmI/AAAAAAAAAio/EyV792uDxfM/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334447420026466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17:50 | decavision 2&lt;br /&gt;epey verimli bir turlama olmus bu sefer, 2 saat araliksiZ. lakin frambuaZ isi kaldi. en aZindan paZar frambuaZi. Zira, sali paZariymis o, o gunku talihimmis meger. olsun, manavdan aldim ben de. hatta bi de cagla gordum, buyuk sevincle bi avuc da ondan aldim. filmden sonra festival alaninin bahcesinde bir piknik planlamaktayim 9'a kadar. simdi de yarisma disi kisa film gosterimi no:4 var. "hadi yarisan filmler reZil, bakalim yarismayanlar nasil" merakiyla dort goZle beklemekteyim baslamasini. frambuaZlar icin de bitmesini tabi. :) neyse, ben biraZ kitapcik kurcalayayim bari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:56 | bonlieu bahcesi&lt;br /&gt;ne guZel meyvemiZsin sen frambuaZ. valla. hayatimin sonuna kadar sadece frambuaZ yiyerek yasarmisim gibi geliyo. fotograf bile cekemeden her seyi yedim bu arada, o yuZden yok piknik belgesi. caglalar da karta kacmis Zaten, yaZik oldu.&lt;br /&gt;bu arada blogun film elestirme merkeZine donuyor olmasiyla ilgili kaygilarimi paylasmistim ya, vesileyle seksenyedinci blogumu acmaya karar verdim. adini "mesleki deformasyon" koyayim diyorum ama bakalim, blogspot efendi bu planlara ne diyecek.&lt;br /&gt;yani soZun kisasi, biraZ onceki film bidirdanmalari, bu blog icin turlerinin son ornegi oluyorlar. bundan sonrasi icin &lt;a href="http://mesleki-deformasyon.blogspot.com/"&gt;adres belli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-2V_gEEI/AAAAAAAAAig/OwqyZqP_tNY/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-2V_gEEI/AAAAAAAAAig/OwqyZqP_tNY/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334442235367490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; film konusunu nihayete erdirdikten sonra, fransiZlar ve yastiklari konusuna deginmek istiyorum. bahaneyle de halen bahsetmemis oldugum cek yastiklarini aradan cikarmak niyetindeyim. hemen semada gorelim kendilerini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-2ZE1Z7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/YrO_ffXV3TA/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-2ZE1Z7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/YrO_ffXV3TA/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334443063044018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eveet, sekilde de gordugumuZ gibi normal yastik, yani normal boyutlardaki tam bir insan kafasina uygun olan yastik, bildigimiZ sevdigimiZ yastik efenim. oysa bir de ceklerinkine bakin, dev yastigi. hem de incecik. yine ayni sekilde fransiZlarin yastiklarinin da silikdirik oldugunu gorebiliyoruZ. hatta silindirik bile degil, dupeduZ silindir.&lt;br /&gt;fakat asil acayiplik yastiklardan Ziyade kiliflarinda. hemen bir baska sekli inceleyelim bunun icin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-134FcEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/s2FNwa5bc4c/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjH-134FcEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/s2FNwa5bc4c/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334434151198786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sekilde fe farkedebileceginiZ gibi normal kilif ve cek kilifi form olarak ayni, boyut olarak farkli ve fakat sevdigimiZ, bildigimiZ islevsel yastik kiliflariyken, fransiZlarin yastik kilifi dedigi seyin aslinda upuZuuun ve iki tarafi da acik bir dikdortgenden ibaret oldugunu dehsetle goruyoruZ. evet. bu tepsitimiZ de burada sona eriyor, bir sonraki tespitte gorusene dek esen kaliniZ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-99621151632031708?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/99621151632031708/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=99621151632031708' title='2 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/99621151632031708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/99621151632031708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2009/06/annecyden-notlar-03.html' title='annecy&apos;den notlar 03'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SjIBgqBOCSI/AAAAAAAAAkA/97cHBVwrQ70/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-8469494939258400520</id><published>2009-06-11T10:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:32:41.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>annecy'den notlar 02</title><content type='html'>16:03 | 10.06 | grande salle&lt;br /&gt;acaba cok korkunc bir hata mi yapiyorum ya? bu igrenc seyirci kitlesi, hem de nightmare before christmas fani hepsi. valla, jack t-shirt'u biseyi olmayani alamayacaklar mi acaba salona diyodum ki aldilar neyse ki. ama goZlukleri temiZlemek icin dagittiklari kolonyali mendilden vermediler mesela bana..&lt;br /&gt;ay neyse ya, civitmasalar da reZil olmasa bari. Zaten tedirginim boyutlar arasi yolculukla ilgili.. amaan..&lt;br /&gt;ya bu arada saka maka heyecanliyim cok ya. sanki kendi filmimi iZleyecekmis ya da ne bileyim insan onune cikip konusma yapacakmisimcasina. ellerim titriyor, karnima agrilar girdi filan.. tuhaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:42 | le bistrot de bonlieu&lt;br /&gt;render yapayim derken yemis bulundum bilgisayarin sarjini, deftere donus o yuZden tekrar. ya ama boyle daha bi rahat ediyorum sanki Zaten, ya da daha durust mu desem.. neyse, oyle bisey iste.&lt;br /&gt;nightmare before christmas diyoduk di mi.. cikar cikmaZ o anki gaZla oraya buraya boluk porcuk biseyler yaZdim ama toparlayayim madem burda. yani aslinda cok toparlanmis olmayacak, Zira kafada toplamak laZim once haliyle ama oldugu kadar artik..&lt;br /&gt;simdi, oncelikle hemen soyleyeyim; kuduramadi seyirci bu sefer. ilk sarkiya alkisla tempo tutmaya basladiklari anda "aha" dedim, "korktugum basima geliyo, hemen simdi terkedebilir miyim salonu acaba" ama kisa surede sustular. sessiZ sakin, insan gibi iZleyici oldular sonuna kadar da.&lt;br /&gt;sonracigimaa.. dunku merakimi da giderdim coraline'la ilgili. ariZa 3d'de degilmis meger. bak mis gibi olmus iste, guZele ne giyse yakisir hem. ha olmus, ama ne gerek varmis orasi ayri. lakin, vesileyle hayati sorgulamaya basladim, o cok hos olmadi gibi. yani sey tekrar farkettim, bu nightmare before christmas'in "once in a lifetime" bisey oldugunu. sonra savimi corpse bride ve coraline gibi orneklemelerle guclendirdim. tabi bunlarin hicbiri hicbir isime yaramadi. ya oyle bisey ki, hikaye guZel, senaryo sahane, animasyon harika, karakterler inanilmaZ, muZige Zaten soylenecek tek kelime yok.. hani dort dortluk denir ya, tam oyle. tim burton'in "batman cekcem ben, bana ne" diyerek yonetmenligi henry selick'e birakmasi da tamamen denyoluk. henry selick'e lafim oldugundan degil de (gerci var, haZirladim birkac laf ama, nightmare'la ilgili degil) batman'i buna tercih etmis olmasindan..&lt;br /&gt;hayat sorgulamasina gelince, "acaba ben boyle mukemmel bisey yapabilecek miyim bi gun"le baslayip tumden gelim tadinda "acaba bu kadar yetenekli/dahi gibi insanlarla tanisabilecek miyim" ve "acaba bu kadar yetenekli/dahi gibi insanlarla calisabilecek miyim (tercume: acaba bu kadar yetenekli/dahi gibi insanlar benim icin calisacak mi -a.k.a. ego)"e varan sorular Zincirine verdigim ad aslinda.&lt;br /&gt;kiskandim ya, baska bisey degil. basbayagi agliyodum filmin sonunda, cok acayip (pms mi, hic de bi kere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:51 | grande salle&lt;br /&gt;bakkal bulayim derken yine kayboluyodum avucici kadar yerde. Zlin'den bile acayip cikti burasi ya, bi tane acik yer olmaZ mi? olmaZmis efenim.. Zlin'den edindigim konvansiyonla otobus garina kadar gittim (tabi sonra da vay efendim neden kayboldum) ama nafile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:51 | le bistrot de bonlieu&lt;br /&gt;o diger Zamanlarda gelmek bilmeyen, yaZan Zamandan en aZ bi 10-15 dakika gec gelen otobus efendinin dakik olacagi tuttu. murphy fransa'da isbasinda..&lt;br /&gt;neyse ki hava guZel. ya bi de kisa metraj yarismasi no:3'un aZ once agZimda birakmis oldugu aci tat, nightmare heyecaniyla arada ogrenci filmlerini kaynattigimi fark etmemi sagladi, biraZ da o konudan bahsedeyim dedim. bugunku program ogrenci filmleri no:1 idi ve programlama isini, filmleri iyiden kotuye siralayip oyle gruplandirdiklarini dusundurdu bana. valla hic fena degildi yani.&lt;br /&gt;almanya yapimi olan ve pauline kortmann'in yonetmenlik koltugunda oturdugu (hah, bu kalibi da kullandim ya atyik, degmeyin keyfime) "chicken wings" favorimdi. (hatta su satirlari yaZarken, youtube'da filan arayip bi sekilde paylasmayi geciriyorum kafamdan, oylesine sevdim yani.) (aradim ama sadece trailer'i var ortalikta, o da cok bisey ifade etmiyo, cok merak eden filmin ve yonetmenin adini yaZip google baksin, di mi yani..)&lt;br /&gt;peter bey'in hangi kontekst icinde oldugunu hatirlamasam da bi sekilde bahsetmis oldugu fransiZ filmi "gary" de fena degildi. ama o kadar sanirim, sade sirin yani.&lt;br /&gt;"you are my hero" var bi de almanya yapimi. onun da teknigi oldukca ilgincti, hatta filmi de begendim genel olarak.&lt;br /&gt;sonraa.. heh, "sheep!" isimli danimarka filmi. komik, sirin seker biseydi o da.&lt;br /&gt;bi de belcika yapimi "milovan circus"tan bahsetmek istiyorum. kendilerini anifest'te iZleyip pek uZulmustum. Zira, o kadar guZel set tasarimlari, o kadar incelikli kuklalar yonetmenin gaZabina ugramisti. icim gitti resmen. hayir isin kotusu, hikaye de eli yuZu duZgun bisey olabilecekmis ama ancak bu kadar kotu anlatilir heralde..&lt;br /&gt;neyse efenim, simdi de bir sekilde ses getirmis olan ve fakat benim pek anlam veremedigim iki filme geldi sira. ilki "l'abandon". bununla ilgili gelen sesler filmova skola ve anifest tayfasina aitti hep. michael bey falan ovuyodu baya, sonunda iZlemis oldum ben de. hayir, kotu demeyecegim ama o kadar yaygaraya anlam veremedim sade. ilginc tamam ama, oyle cok da oZel bisey degildi yani.&lt;br /&gt;vee son olarak, facebook videolarindan biri olan "notebook". bir okul egZersiZi icin ya da portfolyo sunma bicimi olarak harika bi fikir. ama film degil. valla.&lt;br /&gt;eveet 14 filmin 8'ine iyi kotu yorum yapmis oldugumu farkettim de, ya dedigim gibi 1 numarali secki en iyilerden olusuyordu, ya da festivalin vicik ruhu beni de ele gecirmeye basladi..&lt;br /&gt;velhasil, bir de kisa metraj yarismasi no:3'ten bahsedeyim. malum, vaktim de bol otobuse kadar.&lt;br /&gt;ilk film, dis sesi nick cave beyefendi'ye ait olan "the cat piano" idi. hemen hemen butun kisa animasyonlarin ortak sorunu olan finali toparlayamama hastaligindan muZdaripti kendisi ama ciZimler, animasyon filan cok guZeldi.&lt;br /&gt;altinci film olan kanada yapimi "runaway" de bu serideki en sevdigim film oldu. Zaten ondan sonraki iki film dereceli larak sapitti.&lt;br /&gt;yedinci film olan "birth" bi acayipti. yani rahatsiZ ediciydi (ki rahatsiZ etmek iyidir, guZeldir) ama anlamsiZdi da bi yandan. gereksiZ geldi cok.&lt;br /&gt;sonuncu olan "the tale of little puppetboy"un (orijinal adiyla "sagan om den lille dockpojken") tam anlamiyla ibretlik oldugunu dusunuyorum. nasil olmus da gecmis o on elemeyi anlamadim. her seyiyle (her sey ama; hikayeden animasyona, kuklalardan set tasarimina, kamera acilarindan isiga, goruntu kalitesine kadar her seyiyle) sahane bir "kotu ogrenci filmi" (ya hatta 'cok' eklenebilir o tanimin basina sanirim) ornegiydi. hem de oyle bitirme projesi filan da degil, 4 senelik bir okulun birinci, hadi bilemedin ikinci sinif ogrencisinin elinden ciksa biraZ olsun anlayisla karsilanabilecek turden. yaZik ki meZuniyet filmi bile degildi..&lt;br /&gt;baZilari ergenlikten cikamiyor vesselam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:24 | 11.06 | institut rural&lt;br /&gt;dun ayakkabi ayaklarimi bir guZel parcalamis, bugun guya alayim makinayi geZeyim yine fotograf cekeyim filan diyodum ama.. neyse gorceZ artik geZme kismini, makinayi alcam yine..&lt;br /&gt;bugun gemeinschaft gorucuye cikiyor (aslinda onceki gun cikmisti ilk ama becerememistim gitmeyi), neler olacak bakalim, heyecanla bekliyoruZ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-8469494939258400520?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8469494939258400520/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=8469494939258400520' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8469494939258400520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8469494939258400520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2009/06/annecyden-notlar-02.html' title='annecy&apos;den notlar 02'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-4464501514606150325</id><published>2009-06-10T00:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:48:37.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>annecy'den notlar 01</title><content type='html'>08.06 | 21:00 | petit salle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oha ama, ben mokra otobusu 11 olmadan bitiyo diye soylenirken su dustugumuZ hale bak. yahu 8'de (20:00) otobus bittigi nerde gorulmus ne bicim bi mantik anlamadim ki.. neyse..&lt;br /&gt;yolculuktan bahsedeyim madem biraZ. ilginc bi sekilde son derece sorunsuZ bi maceraydi. macera bile denemeZ hatta, o derece. isvicreli milleti deli etti beni sade, tum euro'larimi alip alip ustlerini frank verdiler . hayir yani havaalanindan binmisim, "annecy'ye gitcem, otobus duragina gotur" diyorum, yani daha ne kadar acik olabilir ki o franklari kullanmanin yakin gelecek planlarim arasinda olmadigi? cuZdan da alt ust oldu Zaten turlu cesit para cinsiyle.. gerci sag saglim gectikten sonra fransa sinirindan tum kronlari, fraklari ve hatta neden halen cuZdanimda tuttugumdan tam emin olmadigim ytl'leri doldurdum bi minik cantaya da rahatladim..&lt;br /&gt;neyse. iste vardim diyodum annecy'ye. evet, vardim otobus garina. otel adresi bulmaya ugrastim bi sure, buldum oteli de velhasil. lakin benim otel sandigim sey, baya hostel cikti. ranZalar falan, bi odada bes yatak. vallahi bi an icin tesak geZisinden bile daha acayip bi konaklama olacak diye endiselendim ama neyse ki oda nufusu 2, populasyon da halen stabil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.06 | 11:40 | l'estaminet&lt;br /&gt;agri kesici. gunes kremi vs. alisverisi ve postane Ziyaretinin ardindan sehir turuna verdigim bunyemi bir paZar yerinin ortasinda buldum. tabii saat itibariyle, gunes kreminin cantamdan Ziyade ustumde basimda durmasinin daha saglikli olacagi bilinciyle kendimi cok kaptirmadan bir kahve molasi vereyim dedim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7j3vuiy7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/qg3DNfo3wN8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7j3vuiy7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/qg3DNfo3wN8/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345460354579352498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7j3m0W0WI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qpz3tAZgfho/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7j3m0W0WI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qpz3tAZgfho/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345460352187814242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;neyse, paZar diyodum. bin cesit taZe meyve, sebZe ve peynire icim gidiyor ama "alsam napcam" diyebilecek kadar aklim yerinde neyse ki. ama sanirim dayanamayip bir miktar frambuaZ alacagim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jW8XLcvI/AAAAAAAAAhw/1jlFkdkcggA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jW8XLcvI/AAAAAAAAAhw/1jlFkdkcggA/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345459791035331314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jW7YZsjI/AAAAAAAAAho/pPJUUDGcTc8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jW7YZsjI/AAAAAAAAAho/pPJUUDGcTc8/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345459790772023858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yuksek olasilik decavision'dan tekrar bildirmek uZere.. (bir not defteriyle diyaloglar..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jWs3IeHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7MNw6HpldsY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jWs3IeHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7MNw6HpldsY/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345459786874386546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12:55 | le regann&lt;br /&gt;simdi ordan kalkip oraya oturuyo bu saskin, adina da geZmek diyo gibi olacak ama 4 numarali ogrenci filmleri gosterimine yenik dusmemek icin yimek yiyim didim. hakikaten bak, ogrenci filmleri epey kasli guclu oluyo, dovuveriyo valla adami. velhasil oyle iste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jWbi-hyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Hzxz0OeLYto/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jWbi-hyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Hzxz0OeLYto/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345459782226446114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ha sey bu fransiZlar ceklerden bile daha vahsi ciktilar ya, valla. her seyde bi jambom bi bisey.. ilginc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jWNYXxVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OdkOs-t4rB0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7jWNYXxVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OdkOs-t4rB0/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345459778423866706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ha bi de bu fransiZlarin bir kebapci ritueli olan "masaya default olarak su getirme" huylarinin beni Ziyadesiyle mutlu ettigini belirtmeden gecemeyecegim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7inZ19x8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/caC_vy0GcHE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7inZ19x8I/AAAAAAAAAhI/caC_vy0GcHE/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458974315366338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13:49 | decavision 2&lt;br /&gt;yemek niyetine yemis oldugum, haslanmis havuc, enginar sapi, karnibahar, taZe borulce (cok emin degilim gerci, taZe fasulyenin incesi iste), cig mantar, domates, salatalik ve maruldan mutesekkil salata sasirtici derecede leZZetliydi. lakin sasirtici olan cig mantarla karsilasmis olmak degildi Zira, bu cig mantar efendiyle 2 sene kadar once istanbul'daki bir vejetaryen lokantasinin salatinda tanisip igrenmistik birbirimiZden. (tabi, sen mesela domatesi seviyosun diye domates de seni seviyo ya, ayni hesap ters mantik. dur ya, yoksa yanlis mi anlamisim hep?)&lt;br /&gt;velhasil, olay sosta bitiyor herhalde, bilemiyorum. halen saskinim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7inR5OEiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/cAFNnvsFqFM/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7inR5OEiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/cAFNnvsFqFM/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458972181533218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16:45 | cafe de dues&lt;br /&gt;eveet, bir ogrenci filmleri macerasini da kaZasiZ belasiZ atlattiktan sonra paZar yerine dogru geldim yine. 6'da coraline var, heyecanla bekliyoruZ bakalim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7inOoX1ZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Nh6d_qRrK3s/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7inOoX1ZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Nh6d_qRrK3s/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458971305563538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7im8LviWI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KtEnRwxmfu4/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7im8LviWI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KtEnRwxmfu4/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458966353643874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ya o degil de, cok fena be bu ogrenci filmi meselesi. baya, bildigin kotu yani.. yaZik.. sonuncusu pek sekerdi ama, damakta iyi tat birakti en aZindan. hatta reklamini da yapayim "fellow animator"in. "for sock's sake" idi efenim filmimiZin adi. yonetmeni kimdir nedir bilemedim simdi, fransiZ oldugunu biliyorum sade, kitapciga bakmaya da usendim. neyse, cok guZeldi ama, valla bak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7imsh9PUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ExMD8pHppUo/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7imsh9PUI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ExMD8pHppUo/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458962151849282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iTuEDYTI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TSlu-Bw1o8Y/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iTuEDYTI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TSlu-Bw1o8Y/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458636145778994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iTcagJiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/CNtKdgVyx8A/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iTcagJiI/AAAAAAAAAgY/CNtKdgVyx8A/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458631408100898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iTejwm9I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/SsthyQv2Ogo/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iTejwm9I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/SsthyQv2Ogo/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458631983799250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butuun bu bina fotograflarindan cikan sonuclar;&lt;br /&gt;1. tamam, hic islevsel olmadiklarinin farkindayim ama pek seviyorum su ahsap panjur olayini.&lt;br /&gt;2. iyi ki mimar falan olmamisim valla, boyuna eski pusku bina yapmaya calisir her yerden de kovalanirdim heralde..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iTC3D23I/AAAAAAAAAgI/C-MpaXyiK0o/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iTC3D23I/AAAAAAAAAgI/C-MpaXyiK0o/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458624548559730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18:00 | grande salle&lt;br /&gt;uuu, janjanli goZluk dagittilar, cok heyecanli. baslayacak coraline aZZ sonra. lakin ondan once bu festival iZleyicisiyle ilgili goruslerimi paylasmak niyetindeyim. tamam, animasyon festivali olabilir, ve tamam, gayri ihtiyari olarak animasyon cocuklarla bir arada tutuluyor ya da hadi "icindeki cocugu kaybetmemis olanlar"a daha bi hitap ediyor olabilir, eyvallah. ama yani salonu krese cevirmenin alemi ne? cok acayip valla ya, simdiye kadar boylesine gevsek, vicik vicik seyirci gormedim. akil almaZ bi durum. film baslayana kadar bagirislar cagirislar, perdeye dogru firlatilan kagit ucaklar (bakiniZ hemen alttaki sekil 1-a, hatta tam ibretlik o sekil, kel kafasindan utanmayan bi tipsiZin kagit ucak sevdasi belgeleniyor).. kisa film programiysa eger, bi film bittikten sonra bir digeri baslayana kadarki o 5-10 saniyelik bosluk boyunca turlu cesit tuhaf ses cikarmalar, yok moolemeler, miyavlamalar, gidaklamalar bilmem ne.. hayir kimse de cikip "evladim uslu durun, bi huZur verin, yettiniZ lan aaa" demiyo, o daha acayip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iS14yIhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/amWMlRDuMzk/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7iS14yIhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/amWMlRDuMzk/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345458621066125842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20:15 | bonlieu merdivenleri&lt;br /&gt;film bitti, ciktim. ne hissedecegimi bile bilmiyorum, cok kafam karisti.. biraZ dusunmem laZim. basima agrilar girdi yemin ediyorum. (3d sinema? hmmmmmmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamam, dijital cag. evet, geleneksel yontemler oluyor. kabul, ruh aramak anlamsiZ..&lt;br /&gt;ama yaZik ya.&lt;br /&gt;vallahi yaZik.&lt;br /&gt;onca Zaman, emege, cabaya, paraya.. her seye yaZik..&lt;br /&gt;bunun bi parcasi olmak istemiyorum galiba ya. hani. yani. bilmiyorum. yarin ya da obur gun nightmare before christmas var 3d. sanirim daha bi netlestirebilirim dusuncelerimi o deneyimden sonra.. off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:55 | la cuisine de amis&lt;br /&gt;ne yagdi be. aa valla vi anda boyle cok garip oldu. sonra da bitti. neyse. ama asil macera aZ once "peynir, salata, sos" kelimelerini guc bela ayni cumle icinde kullanan ve ingiliZce bilmeyen garsondan etsiZ yemek istememle basladi. bakalim ne gelecek.. tabii bisey soslu peynirli salata 1'e hicbir sey vermiyo bu noktada ama macera ruhuna inancim tam. gorceZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:15&lt;br /&gt;oeh amma hiZli yemisim..&lt;br /&gt;neyse, bahislerin kapandigini, sonucun da kiZarmis peynir oldugunu soylemek istedim hostel'e donmeden once. bi de kahve iccem tabi o da var. neyse, ama ceklerin kiZarmis peyniri (smazene syr) gibi degildi pek tabii ki. bi kere peynir eidam degil, feta tarZi biseydi. etrafinda galeta unu gibi bisey degil, boyle daha homojen daha kitir kitir bisey vardi. sonracigima, yaninda (ki, fransiZ versiynunda altinda oluyor) kiZarmis/haslanmis patates yerine salata vardi. tartar sos yerine de kiZarmis ve ince kiyilmis badem ve boyle tatlili gibi bi garip sos vardi. oglenki keyifle olmasa da (ki enginari oZlemisim sanirim) yedim, afiyet de oldu. oh.&lt;br /&gt;ya o degil de, fransalara kadar gelip bi "ratatuy" yemeden donecek olma ihtimalim beni pek uZuyor. yani oyle boyle degil. ya en aZinda bi patlicanli filan bisey olsa di mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:31&lt;br /&gt;aha dogru, muZik baslayinca hatirladim. cingene caZi olacagidi bu aksam galiba. gerci tam su anda baslamis olan seyin ne cingeneyle ne de caZla ilgisi var. daha Ziyade "ay yaZik ya, otenaZi artik yasallassa da kurtulsa" seklinde hos olmayan dusunceleri tetikleyen bisey ama.. bi an (ki hakkaten bi an, selcuk erdem "bi an"i) kalsam da cingene mi beklesem (ki tam su noktada gulen hanim'a selam olsun, hani tunuslu olmasa bile fransiZca caZ soyleyen cingene gorme ihtimalim icin [ki sanirim iste sevebilme ihtimalini sevmek boyle bisey]) diye dusundum. lakin hem yagmur camur, hem soguk, hem de otobuslerin macerali olmasi gibi gercekler o 'bi an'i aninda kisaltmaya yetti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.06 | 01:26 | institut rural&lt;br /&gt;iste geldim filan, gec olmus. bi saattir sunlari bilgisayara geciriyorum Zaten.&lt;br /&gt;haydi iyi gece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayy postalayamadim bunu da, disari cikcam diye acmaya calistigim kapi alarm caldirdi gece gece. korkup kactim hemen odaya.. neyse, sabaha artik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:47 | institut rural&lt;br /&gt;evet postaladim sonunda ama bir ekleme yapmadan gecmek de istemedim, oda populasyonunda %50 dusus yasanmis dun, tek basimayim artik, yuppiii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-4464501514606150325?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4464501514606150325/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=4464501514606150325' title='2 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/4464501514606150325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/4464501514606150325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2009/06/annecyden-notlar-01.html' title='annecy&apos;den notlar 01'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Si7j3vuiy7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/qg3DNfo3wN8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-6505188466941837177</id><published>2009-06-06T02:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:53:24.851+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'berry' neden yemis diye cevrilir ki turkce'ye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Sim845BGF4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/QED52GfTbqg/s1600-h/berries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Sim845BGF4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/QED52GfTbqg/s400/berries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344010118415914882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;evet, dort mevsim (ki burda tamamen lafin gelisi Zira inandim burda 4 degil 3 hatta belki 2bucuk mevsim yasandigina.. tarihe not dusmek maksatli halen kaZak giyip yetmeZmis gibi usumeye devam ettigimi belirtmek isterim, neyse konuya donelim, dort mevsim diyordum) cilekti, frambuaZdi, bogurtlendi filan, turlu cesit orman meyvesi bulabiliyor olmak beni delice sevindiriyor olsa da memleketteki papaZ erik yoklugu bu sevinci accik buruklastirmiyor degil hani.. bu kadar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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turkce&apos;ye?'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/Sim845BGF4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/QED52GfTbqg/s72-c/berries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-1931597165830467769</id><published>2009-06-04T03:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:54:05.535+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besiktas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guneye gitmek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uherske hradiste'/><title type='text'>Zlin vs. Uherske Hradiste</title><content type='html'>bugun bilmemkacinci keZ uherske hradiste'den donerken artik kararimi vermistim.. uherkse hradiste'yle ilgili yani.. bir turlu oturtamiyordum cunku ne bicim bi kasaba diye. yani bir yandan minnacik, toplam iki meydandan olusan (bi tanesinde hatta "veba biZe ugramadi yasasiiin heykeli olan), her seyin de o meydanlarda toplandigi acayip bir yer sonucta.. sokaklari, binalari filan mis gibi sirin seker Zaten. ama iste "ay yasanmaZ burda herhalde, minnacik baksana" diyip duruyordum.. kuklalari toplama amacli bu geZimde biraZ daha alici goZuyle (niyeyse)  baktim bu sefer; uherske hradiste besiktas'a benZiyordu.. yani turkiye'deki gibi inZiva kosesi, kucuk kasaba hayali falan degil. ne ararsan var, hatta belki bu noktada Zlin'dekinden daha bile cok sey vardir. yani kucuk kasaba konseptinin deZavantajlarindan yok, etrafi kocaman supermarketlerle cevrili. ama isyte kucuk kasaba, sakinlik vs avantajlarina da sahip bir yandan.. besiktas iste.. bu noktada prag'i taksim diye dusursek tabi taksime gitmek 5 saat suruyo ama olsun :)&lt;br /&gt;boyle boyle dusunurken Zlin ne menem sehir diye semt eslestirmesi yapmaya ugrastim.. olmadi.. sanirim alex hanim'in kehanetleri gerceklesmeye basliyor.. sevemiyorum ben bu Zlin'i, sevecek bir sey bulamiyorum yani.. hani nefret de etmiyorum yine alex'in ongordugu gibi ama.. oyle iste..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-1931597165830467769?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1931597165830467769/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=1931597165830467769' title='0 Yorum'/><link 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type='text'>cekler ve mukavvalari..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yahu bir memleketin kirtasiyelerinde mukavva olmaZ mi ya? ne bicim istir bu? bildigin uyduruk mukavva yani.. hani maket kartonuydu balsaydi falan, bunlarin Zlin icin hayal urunu oldugunun farkindayim, tamam. ama mukavva ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun yorgunluktan olmeme ramak kalmisken, birkac gun once sadece sanat malZemeleri satan minnacik bir dukkandan almis oldugum mukavvamin (mukavva da komik soZcuk vesselam) bitmesi, kanepenin de tum sungeri homurmesinin ardindan bir alisverise cikayim dedim. ilk duragim ikinci elce oldu, Zira halen ince siyah-beyaZ ciZgili kumas bulamadim. neyse, orda da bulamadim kumasi ama bir ceket bir de bluZ aldim vesileyle. neyse, sonraki durak prior oldu. kirtasiyeden basladim. yahu bir kirtasiyede tamam mukavva yok, ama akrilik boya da mi olmaZ? yani oyle antik eskitme yok catlatma patlatma falan urunlerinin de yine maket kartonuyla ayni klasmanda oldugunu mukavva aldigim gun kaniksamistim. ama yani akrilik boya ya.. neyse.. yoktu. chemoprenlerimi alip ust kattaki kumasci/igne iplikci/sungerci reyonlarina dogru yoneldim.. ciZgili kumas halen yok. igne iplikciden dugme aldim, kuklalarin goZleri icin. 20 tane dedim adam goZlerini belertip "nee 20 mii?" dedi. ne var yahu aaa. kendimden suphe ettikten sonra kisa bir icin, evet yirmi dedim. farkli birkac renk daha alacaktim, o da ne, birinden sadece 2 tane kalmis, otekinden de 4. hepsini aliyorum derim, ona beletmedi goZlerini ama bak. neyse ordan sungerciya gectim, 3mmlik sungerden kalmamis, ben de 1 cmlikten aldim. ay ama boyle dev gibi bi rulo. neyse, bu alisverisi bitirip namesti miru'ya dogru yurumeye basladim ama bir yandan soyleniyorum "ne bicim memleket mukavva olmaZ mi ya aaaa" diye, bi yandan esofmanimin beli bolarmis surekli onu cekistiriyorum, bir yandan koltugumun altinda dev gibi bi sunger rulosu, boyle deli gibi manyak gibi biseyim. neyse namesti miru'daki kirtasiyenin birine girdim yine mukavva bulurum umuduyla. yok. pek tabii ki yok. amaa, eskitmeli catlatmali falan hobi akriliklerinden buldum. cocuklar gibi sevindim resmen. adeta bir goZu donmus gibi her renginden aldim. bir de bu cek memleketinde metal cetvelin varligindan haberdar olmadiklarini da ogrendim. neyse. ordan cikip yolun hemen karsisindaki kirtasiyeye gittim. halen mukavva bulacagima dair inancim tam ama. Zira o sanatsal malZeme dukkani teee 2 durak otede. bi de elimde sunger, kicimdan dusen esofman falan. neyse, orda da yok tabi hic sasirtici olmayarak. gittim sonunda sanatsal maZlemeler dukkanina, orda da adeta tam bir mukkavva canavariymiscasina ellerindeki tum mukavvalari aldim (ki 3 taneydi topu topu, abartilacak bi durum yok). duraga ilerlerken mukavvalarin deli imajimi saglamlastirdiklarini farkettim ama neyse ki ototbus 3 dakika icinde geldi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saka maka sanirim eylul'de turkiye'den boya+maket kartonu stoguyla donecegim buraya.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nurnberg macerasinin devamini bir turlu yaZamadiim gibi fotograflari da ekleyemedim.. artik guncecim, sen de usengeclik ben diyeyim yogunluk, oyle bir sey iste.. fakat iste onlari yapmadan once bu postu yaZmaktan da kendimi alamadim..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mukavvalari..'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-5660148766235623745</id><published>2009-03-07T12:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:33:22.967+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viyana westbahnhof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurnberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tren kaZasi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otrokovice sarhoslari'/><title type='text'>mola yeri nurnberg. ve digerleri..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06.03.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;07:25, viyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gece 1 civari otrokovice'ye vardim. gectim bekleme/bilet alma yerini, barlar bile kapanmis. resmen in cin top oynuyor. sadece bankin birinde 3 tane sarhos adam, konustuklari dili biliyor olsam bile ne dediklerini anlamayacagimdan emin oldugum bir sekilde bagira cagira konusuyor. ve yani 3 kelimelik cekcesi olan bir kiZa gecenin yarisi nerden tren bileti alabilecegini anlatabilecek durumda olmadiklari cok acik.. tren istasyonun etrafini turluyorum. i-ih, kimse yok. saka maka, buraya geldim geleli ilk defa korkuyorum. neyse ki sonunda kapanmis olan barlardan birinin icinde temiZlik yapan bir kadincagiZa dadaniyorum. bir sekilde "20 dakika burda bekle, sonra biri gelcek sana bilet satcak" diyen yetkili birini buluyor bana. tamam diyor bekliyorum 20 dakika. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sonunda bilet satis gisesi aciliyor. tabi bu bilet alma isi de yine hatri sayilir bir macera. kadin "nurnberg" yaZamamak icin insanustu bir caba harciyor. neurnberg gibi bir sey yaZmaya calisiyor, 'ne'yi yaZip bilgisayarin cikardigi sonuclardan "nuernberg"i bulmaya calisiyor. ama yani gercekten nasil bir aZimse, 20 kere filan deniyor ayni seyi. hayir yani, ilk seferde yaZdin cikmadi, yorunca vaZgecip "tamam abla pardon, ben yanilmisim" mi diyecek bilgisayar, cek teknolojisi boyle israr uZerine mi kurulu nedir anlamadim ki..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neyse, guc bela bilet satis gorevlisi bayanin beni fransa'da bir sehre gonderme cabalarindan "tamam bosver nurnberg'i, sadece viyana'ya olsun bilet" diyerek ve bahsi gecen viyana trenine ucu ucuna yetiserek kurtuluyorum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peki macera biter mi? hayir! tam da burda basliyor hatta. sen koskoca tren git, yaZinin giris bolume tekabul eden kisimda bahsettigim o 3 sarhostan (muhtemelen) birini eZ. baya baya ama, oldur falan yani. sonra yolculari beklet polisler gelcek diye. polisler gel, onlar da beklet yolculari itfaiye gelcek diye. sonra itfaiye de gel, ama yolcular amacsiZca beklemeye devam et. bu arada yolcularin yarisindan cogu viyana'da isi olmadigini farkedip in trenden, git evine. sonra oZlem siZ, goZlerini breclav'da bombos trenin icinde ac. kos kos, panikle viyana trenini bul. onun icinde de bekle 1 saat filan. viyana'ya var 7:15'te. 8:40 nurnberg trenine al biletini, bi de bilet gorevlisinden durup dururken tehdit ye " bak bu bileti bugun, bu saatte, bu trende kullandin kullandin. kullanamadin, gecmis olur, iade falan da olmaZ" diye. suklum puklum kabullenip bir kafeye otur, kahve soyle, internet bulama ve dehsetle farket ki 8:40'a 1 saatten faZla Zaman var.. bekle.. bekle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;16:43, nurnberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evet, burasi almanyaymis megersem.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kaZasiZ belasiZ (ki otrokovice'de adam eZen tren macerasindan sonra bunu soylemek ilginc oluyomus) geldim nurnberg'e. festival ofisi, turist enformasyon burosunun ust katinda ve soyledikleri gibi gercekten de tren istasyonunun tam karsisindaymis. gel gor ki karsiya gecebilenlere ustun basari odulu veriliyormus meger burda, bilememisim. burnumun ucunda duran binaya ulasabilmek icin 7 trafik lambasi gecip, 10 dakika harcadiktan sonra Zafer benimdi nihayet. neyse iste hosgeldin bes gittinden sonra oteli tarif ettiler, gittim esyami biraktim, yarim saatlik internete 4 euro odeyip televiZyonda almanca olmayan kanal bulamadiktan sonra sehri geZeyim bari dedim 5'e kadar (saat 3 falandi). komik, yine otele giderken bindigim otobus ve soforune denk geldim. gunluk otobuse binis bileti almami soyledi filan. bu arada hemen yanimdaki koltukta oturan kadincagiZ amerikali olup olmadigimi sordu. meger kendisi nurnberg'de dogmus ama 45 sene amerika'da yasamis. 4 sene once de kocasi olunce geri gelmis nurnberg'e/ ay cok oZledim amerika'yi, donmek istiyorum artin, alisamiyorum buraya, cok Zor geliyor filan anlatmaya basladi. ay ama bir anda aglamaya baslayivercek diye oyle korktum ki. goZleri doldu resmen, ne bicim nefret etmisse burda artik..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.03.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;13:27, nurnberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aksam belediye sarayinda kokteylimsi bi yemek vardi.. bi ara gercekten korktum catirt diye ikiye ayrilcam sikintidan diye.. ama tek parca ayrilmayi basardim. 9'da kisa filmler vardi. saat 7 falan, dedim otele gideyim bari aZicik dinlenip sehre donerim. otele gittim. fena halde siZmisim. kacti kisa filmler filan da.. neyse artik, saglik olsun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simdi de 8 euro verdigim internetten sesleniyorum. guya fotograf cekcem, sehir geZcem ama yagmur camur, uff.. neyse.. yapacak bisey yok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not: sevmedim ben burayi.. artik almanca sevgisiZligimden midir nedir bilmiyorum ama.. bi tuhaflik var sanki.. bilemiyorum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-5660148766235623745?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5660148766235623745/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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kadar "herkesi aglatiyolar, cok kotu davraniyolar, nefret ediyolar yabancilardan" seklindeki telkinlerin yaratmis oldugu stresle tir tir titriyordum resmen. neyse iste gittik "haa su aylardir kacak gibi yasayan ogrenci kiZ di mi" diyerek iceri aldilar biZi. peter bey 1bucuk senedir ulkede kayitsiZ kuyutsuZ yasayan bir yabanci olarak agZini acmadi. islemler icin girdigimiZ odanin duvarinda kocaman bir dunya haritasi vardi, 1918-1938 tarihleri arasina ait, hic anlamadim neden. neyse sonuc olarak gorusme cok sorunsuz gecti, hic aglamadim da. ama sanirim yesil pasaport sayesinde oldu bu rahatlik Zira ilk 5 dakikadan sonra uZun bir sure "iyi ama sen 2007 eylulde gelmissin buraya, viZen 2008 kasimda cikmis. yetmeZmis gibi de defalarca giris cikis yapip viyanaya bile gitmissin. ne bicim is bu?" merakini gidermeye calistim. garip, ilk defa goruyolardi sanirim boyle bisey, adam telefonla binadaki herkesi arayip biZim bulundugumuZ odaya cagirdi "gelin gelin, cok acayip bisey var burda" diye. iste dikkatlerini dagitti heralde o ondan boyle oldu, bilemiyorum. ama asil, kayit icin doldurttuklari minik kartta yaZan "signature of alien" kismina fena boZuldum..&lt;div&gt;ama sonuc olarak legal bir alien olarak ortalikta dolnaiyor olmanin rahatligini yasiyorum artik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haftasonu da brno'ya gidip peter bey ve monika hanim'in dusu mutfagin icinde olan tuhaf dairelerini gorup huZura erdim. brno da ilginc bir sehirmis. kisitli prag bilgimle "kucuk prag" diyebilirim sanirim. ama hakikaten kucuk prag. ya da pragligini bilmiyorum ama kucuk en aZindan, ondan cok eminim.. halen alismakta Zorlandigim ve fakat tum cek sehirlerinin gelenegi olan haftaici 5'ten sonra, haftasonu da tumden kapali dukkanlar brno'da da son derece mevcutmus, bunu gorduk. yamuk heykelli kilise kulesi gibi bir yapiya sasirdik. turist enformasyon ofisini cok sevip kartpostal aldik. saatlerce oturmamiZa ragmen bi tane bile jaZZ turune ait sarki calmayan jaZZ bar'i gorduk. reZil asya noodle'i yedik. ama en cok da hem konusan hem isiklari yanip sonen sehir haritasiyla oynadik.. boylece de "brno'yu da gormedim" dememe hakkini kaZanip huZura erdik.. onlar ersin kerevitine biZ cikalim... disari. yanliZ birakalim onlari.. saat gec oldu, Zaten yaZmaya yaZmaya unutmusum da.. oyle iste, neyse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-3214085756038461906?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3214085756038461906/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=3214085756038461906' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Zararlari</title><content type='html'>bu sarki da peter bey'den tum sevenlere geldi.. iZlerken bir yandan da kahvemi yudumluyor ve hatta nerdeyse agZimdan burnumdan puskurtuyor olmam da cabasi..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4QDNKticJHkJiK7DZ&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4QDNKticJHkJiK7DZ&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6jluj_le-cafe-oldelaf-english-subtitles_music"&gt;le Café - Oldelaf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neyse, yarin yabancilar polisine gidecegim.. simdiden korkmaya basladim, petra da memleketine gitmis bugunden.. bakalim neler olacak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-2678286656082455189?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2678286656082455189/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=2678286656082455189' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/2678286656082455189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pamtomim diye bi oyun var onu oynayalim dediler. neymis, herkes minik kagit parcalarina biseyler yaZiyomus yok efendim meslekti hayvandi filan ama yaZilan seylerde herhangi bi kisitlama da yokmus. neyse sonra sirayla herkes o kagit yiginindan bir adet secip sessiZ sinema mantigiyla yaZilani anlatmaya calisiyomus. ben de bunun uZerine dedim madem oyle yapacagimiZa haZir da film okulu ogrencileriyken sessiZ sinema oynayalim. inanilir gibi degil ama iclerinden bi tanesinin bile haberi yoktu sessiZ sinemadan.. televiZyonlarda eglence programi niyetine sessiZ sinema oynayan insanlarin iZlendigi bir ulkede buyumus oldugumdan midir nedir ama aklim almadi vallahi..&lt;div&gt;neyse velhasil herkese anlattik ettik filan. ingiliZce konusan ve konusmayan olarak iki takima ayrilip basladik oynamaya.. epey de oynadik.. hafif Zor oldu tabi ama olsun. neseliydi.. ama yine de halen sasirmadan edemiyorum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://www.basariligencler.com/altin-portakal-birincisi-yonetmen-ozlem-akin-kisa-film-sert-bir-tokat-olmali.html"&gt;buyrun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-9125655360897207375?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/9125655360897207375/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=9125655360897207375' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/9125655360897207375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/9125655360897207375'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-7935839196501597068</id><published>2009-01-20T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:33:37.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kutu kutu pense</title><content type='html'>korkarim babam hakliydi.. yakin gelecekte sahane bi cov ev sahibi olacak gibi gorunuyorum. ama su seylerden, pislik veya daginiklik anlaminda degil de (tamam onlarin da varligini inkar etmiyorum ama konu bu degil-simdilik) minimum 20 kedili ve iviir Ziviir ne varsa bulunan, psikolojik rahatsiZlik kaynakli cov evlerden bahsediyorum. &lt;div&gt;dun peter'larla bi tane de eskici dukkanina gitmistik. gittigimiZ dukkan tas catlasin 4-5 metre karelik minnacik bi odadan ibaret. ama meger tasinmismis, eskinden kocaman odalarda olusan ve agZina kadar cer cople dolu (ki kendilerini o haliyle gorememis olmama anlatirken bile icim gidiyo) boyle cennetin yeryuZu versiyonu gibi bi yermis. velhasil, gittim bi tane onceki hayatinda ne ise yaradigi hakkinda en ufak fikrimin olmadigi -ve o noktada buna en ufak kafa yormadigim- minik seramik saksi gibi bisey buldum aldim hemen. neden? hic. belki bi gun gerekir. hatta belki bi gun gerekir de degil, daha fena. bi gun mutlaka gerekir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ama asil bardagi tasiran (mesela) son damla bu aksam oldu. buZ patenine gidemedik bari aksam cayhane denen bi yer var oraya gidelim plani dahilinde gittik iste cayhaneye. cikarken kasada hesap oduyoruZ, ama o da nesi! her yer minik teneke kutularla dolu. ustelik icleri hal-i haZirda bosaltilmis. buyuk bir sevincle aldim bi tane. kasadaki adam bi afalladi ama, ama ici bos bunun dedi. cok boZuldum ona. iste simdi dusununce farkediyorum gercekten obsesif olmaya basladigimi. sirf kutusu icin aldigim sacma sapan seyler birikiyo goZumun onunde filan. hayir isin kotusu pisman da degilim, yine olsun yine yaparim. ama bu isin sonucu nereye varacak onu kestiremiyorum pek.. minik saksilarla dolu teneke kutulardan olusan bi ev.. bilemiyorum.. hic bilemiyorum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-7935839196501597068?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7935839196501597068/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=7935839196501597068' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/7935839196501597068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/7935839196501597068'/><link 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sanirim her seyin suclusu o.. neyse..&lt;div&gt;bugun peter ve monika'yla komsu kasabalardan birindeki donmus bi gole buZ pateni yapmaya gidecektik, erimis ama buZlar karlar hep.. aslinda ilginc cok. hatirlamiyorum amerikan filmlerinde de gormus muydum ama bi tane bi rus animasyonunda gordugumu cok net hatirliyorum. buZ pateni isi aile eglencesi bu taraflarda. herkesin evinde mutlaka bi cift pateni var filan, kar mi yagdi buZ mu tuttu hop haydi buZ patenine.. sevimli tabi. ha ama garip olan gecen gune kadar hic kar topu oynayan kardan adam yapan ne bileyim karli aktivitelerden herhangi biriyle ugrasan kimse -cocuk dahil- gormemistim. gecen gun de petra hanim baskanligindaki birkac kisi bana bir cift eldiven temin edip kardan adam yapmayi teklif ettiler. ciktik okulun arka bahcesine, daldik kar yigininin icine. lakin ne bicim biseyse, kurumus mu artik nolmus boyle toZ toZdu karlar.. hicbisey yapamadik, ayaklarimin islndigiyla kaldim. guya dev gibi ciZmelerim var ama tis.. imaj hicbir sey, su gecirmeZ ayakkabi her sey. eve donus yolunda basparmaklarimin soguktan kopacaklarindan korktum resmen. acaba diyorum corabin ustune birer tane billa torbasi giyip oyle mi kullansam bundan sonra o ciZmeleri..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah asil dun postaneyi gordum sonunda, Zlin posta. cok acayipmis vallahi. bankalardaki sira alma sistemi gibi, sadece cok daha katastrofigi (evet kelime uyduruyorum, ne var). oncelikle, basilabilecek cok faZla tus var. nasolsa anlamayacagimi bildigim icin cok vakit kaybetmedim yaZanlarla ama coklar iste, nerden baksan bi 10 secenek filan var. hadi diyelim bi sekilde dogru secenegi buldun, aldin sira numarasini ama o da ne. numaralari gosteren tabeladaki numaralar tamamen alakasiZ, hem birbirlerinden hem de seninkinden. o tabelaya bi sure baktiktan sonra islerin iyice rayindan ciktigina -ya da hicbir Zaman rayinda olmamis olduguna- tanik oluyo insan. isin fenasi o ilk islem secme kismindaki islemlerin coklugundan da kaynaklanmiyo bu. hicbir mantik kaygisi olmadan akiyo oyle numaralar. cok acayip hakikaten. seneler once gorkem bey'in barbaros akbank subesi hakkinda soyledikleri geldi aklima ama sanmiyorum o bu kadar kaotik olsun. bilemedim vallahi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-1298429198360183845?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1298429198360183845/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=1298429198360183845' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/1298429198360183845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/1298429198360183845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2009/01/ipin-ucu_20.html' title='ipin ucu'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-8773436400012928224</id><published>2009-01-13T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:50:48.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>back on track?</title><content type='html'>simdi soyle bisey var. gemeinschaft icin set yapimina baslama surecinde de boyle olmustu.. o Zamanlar "tamam baslicam ama once butun oyunlari oynamam laZim" olan ruh hali bu sefer "tamam ama once cekilmis cekilecek (eh) tum diZileri iZlemem gerekiyo" seklinde nuksediyo.. bi noktadan sonra kendime geliyorum pek tabii ki ama su anda, o bi noktaya gelene kadar gecirecek Zamanim yok sanki.. bi yandan peter bey'e de ayip oluyo..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha bu arada tabii ki iZmir guncesi filan olmadi.. bi de ipin ucu kacinca da gidiyo bende, sanki o andan bahsetmedim diye bu andan da bahsedemeyecekmisim gibi filan.. oysa ki atolyeden bahsetmeyi, fotograflarini koymayi filan cok istiyodum.. neyse artik, onumuZdeki maclara bakacagiZ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-8773436400012928224?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8773436400012928224/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-2568230328474598446</id><published>2008-12-22T11:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:54:47.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yolculuk</title><content type='html'>efenim persembe gecesi filmova skola Zlin mensuplarinin duZenledigi sacma sapan bir partiye (ki partinin sacamaligindan bashetmek gerekirse.. aslinda hic gerekmeZ, valla. ama tek bir seyi anlatmak istiyorum. partiye gelen herkesten bir sise icki getirmesini istiyorlardi. benim de evde yarim siseden biraZ faZla raki vardi. dedim daha otantik icki mi olur. velhasil gecenin ilerleyen saatlerinde biri icmek istedi. koydum viski bardagindan hallice bi su bardagina, "uuuu magiiicc" nidalariyla da suyunu ekledim. icti biZimki. "iyy cok cikinn, cok aci buu" diyerek buZdolabindaki enerji iceceklerine yoneldi. bi 5-10 dakika ugrasip engelledim. fakat ben oradan ayrildiktan sonra bu dokmus rakisini buyuk bi bardaga, ustune de enerji icecegini. marifet gibi gelip gosteriyo bak naptim ben diye.. aferin dedim.. ne denir ki baska..) katilmak suretiyle cuma sabahi 7'de uyanabilmis ve bu vesileyle de ucagi kacirmistim. yaklasik bir saatlik bir taksi yolculugu ve taksiciye verdigim 1000kusur krondan sonra otrokovice'ye ulasmis ve bir bucuk saat boyunca tren bekleyecek oldugumunun bilgisiyle ferahlamistim. istasyon, gar, havaalani filan gibi yerlerde beklemekten daha fena bisey de yokmus bu arada, iyice kaniksadim boylece. neyse efenim, otrokovice-breclav arasi yolculugu da sag saglim atlattiktan sonra, breclav tren istasyonu icin ongorulmus olan bir bucuk saatlik bekleme macerasindan sonra bir sekilde viyana'ya ordan da havaalanina vardim. tabi dertler bitmiyor. degisen ucak 18:00'de, havaalanina varis saatim ise 14:00. thy'nin standi bile yok daha ortada, elimde kocaman bavul filan.. neyse orda da gecti Zaman bi sekilde. sonrasinda nihayet ver elini istanbul. tabi ucak degisimi sancili olmaZsa olmaZ bi is oldugu icin o geceki 23:50 iZmir ucagina yer yokmus pek tabii ki, degisen aktarma biletini sonraki sabah 07:00 icin verdiler. 21:30'da varmis oldugum istanbul'da da belirsiZliklerle dolu iki saat bekleyisin ve kostur kosturun ardindan 23:50 ucagindan yer bulundu. sabah 08:00de baslayan yolculuk da 17bucuk saatin sonunda nihayete ermis oldu.. ve yataga yattigimda yanima gelip benimle birlikte uyumaya baslayan bandit bey tum yorgunlugu, siniri stresi alip goturdu resmen.. bu huZur icin bile degermis onca eZiyete..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uyari: tam bu noktadan itibaren Zlin guncesi yerini iZmir guncesi'ne birakacak gibi.. bakalim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-2568230328474598446?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2568230328474598446/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=2568230328474598446' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/2568230328474598446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/2568230328474598446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/12/yolculuk.html' title='yolculuk'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-8701886199262210859</id><published>2008-12-17T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:48:28.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bugfix</title><content type='html'>o kendimi kaybettigim alisveris gununde asil amacim namesti miru denen sehir meydaninda gordugum ikinci el dukkanina gitmekti aslinda.. bir ay kadar once gormustum, cok eminim. ama iste bi turlu firsat olmamisti filan gidememistim. hah dedim sahane Zamanlama.. ama bugfix olmus.. sanki hic varolmamis gibi bombostu yeri.. dun de arkadaslarla bulusmak icin o civarlarda yururken bi baska ikinci el dukkani gordum. aha dedim tamam yarin kesin gitcem. bugun okuldan cikip hedefe dogru ilerlerken meydanin panayir yerine dondugunu gordum. aslinda cok ilginc. hemen her gun bi aktivite bi konser bi bisey oluyodu o meydanda. sonra kis geldi diye heralde sahneyi kaldirmislardi filan. bugun de noel paZari gibi bisey kurulmus, hoparlorlerden noel ilahisi tadinda sarkilar, 'gingerbread' kurabiyeleri, agaclar sunlar bunlar filan. ilk yarim saat kirkbes dakika yine buyulenmis gibi dolanip durdum. neyse ki hakim olabildim bu sefer kendime; bi kavanoZ peynir (peynir tursusu olmasindan supheleniyorum ama nasolsa hediye olcak diye rahatim da sanki bi yandan.. karisik duygular icindeyim aslinda) bi tane de bardakla kurtuldum. ama ilgincti cok. 2 saat kucucuk meydanda nasi gecti anlamadim bile. bi de kalabalik. dev bramburkymi yerken agac secen teyZeleri iZledim, sicak visne sarabi icen insanlar, meydandaki cani calan cocuklar yaslilar, noel ruhu filan falan derken, vallahi christmas town'a dusen jack gibi hissettim kendimi. ah bi de kar yagsaydi..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anafikir: noel Zamani ikinci el dukkanina gidilemiyo bu memlekette.. hep bi engeller biseyler.. neyse artik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-8701886199262210859?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8701886199262210859/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=8701886199262210859' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8701886199262210859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8701886199262210859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/12/bugfix.html' title='bugfix'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-1947640158628329852</id><published>2008-12-12T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:26:56.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cek sigarasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;bir suredir deginmek istedigim bir konuydu bu. nedir, sigara oldurur. turkiyedeki sigaralar olduruyor. kesin olduruyor yani. gorunen o ki, ingiliZce konusulan ulkelerdeki sigaralar da yine olduruyor.. kesin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SULGJRU81oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7bxfnMU_A40/s1600-h/eng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SULGJRU81oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7bxfnMU_A40/s400/eng.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999575804040834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bir de cek sigaralarina bakalim.. "koureni muze zabijet". yani "sigara oldurebilir", ya da "smoking can kill". oyle bi kesinlik filan yok. sigara oldurebilir, ama ote yandan mesela araba da oldurebilir ama tabi ikisi de oldurmeyebilir, rahat olun gibi bir durum var..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SULGIxowpLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xm_Cl59y_Dk/s1600-h/cz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SULGIxowpLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xm_Cl59y_Dk/s400/cz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999567297193138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alkollerini ve tutunlerini seviyo bu cek milleti, yapacak bisey yok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-1947640158628329852?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1947640158628329852/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=1947640158628329852' title='4 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/1947640158628329852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/1947640158628329852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/12/cek-sigarasi.html' title='cek sigarasi'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SULGJRU81oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7bxfnMU_A40/s72-c/eng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-4260325955458155608</id><published>2008-12-11T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:39.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alisveris..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;biraZ once alisveristen dondum. utanctan uZun sure posetleri bile bosaltamadim. demin ama bu konuyla yuZlesmem gerektigine ikna oldum bir sekilde..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya ne oldu bana anlamadim, o kadar sinirliyim ki. 2 saat suren alisveris maceram boyunca her dukkandan ciktigimda "salak miyim ben niye aldim bunca seyi, napcam ki bunlari ben" diye soylenip durdum. ama yeni bir dukkanda yine bir aklimi kaybetme durumu, cikista farkina varma falan. hakikaten bi ara korktum icimden alisveris canavari cikip her seyi satin alcak diye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;misal su asagidaki sacma kucuk seyleri ilk girdigim dukkandan aldim. niye? o kadar fikrim yok ki.. gerci "animasyon, kukla, film, guZel seyler bunlar" konulu bi kendimi kandirma yasayabiliyorum kendileriyle ilgili. aslinda o dukkana hic gitmeyecektim, kendimden geciyorum adeta, goZum donuyo orda.. boyle kirtasiye gibi yerlerde hep oyle olur Zaten bana. asla ihtiyacim olmayan/olmayacak seyleri hemen o an almaZsam adeta ince hastaliga tutulup olecegimi soyleyen bi ses beliriyo icimde.. olmek istemedigim icin de aliyorum galiba ne bileyim. bi de bu sefer cisimi yapip cikmistim evden Zamanim da bol oldu.. ya bu cis meselesi buyuk reZillik aslinda. ilk alex goturmustu o dukkana beni. ben yine kendimden geciyordum tam hatta bi miktar gectim bile ama bi cisim geldi bi cisim geldi. aniden bi de, patladim patlicam. "tuvalet var mi kullanabilir miyim" diyecek kadar bile cekce bilmiyorum bi de.. neyse alex neye ugradigini sasirarak annelik etti yolladi beni tuvalete filan. ama annelige kaptirmis o ara cuZdanimi filan her seyimi de birakmistim giderken, daha faZla sapitmayayim diye o ana kadar toparlayabildiklerimin parasini odemis. oyle apar topar cikmistik dukkandan hemen. ama iste dedigim gibi bu sefer oyle olmadi. insan kucuk diye alir mi her seyi ya, bu kadar mi kendini bilmeZ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUEQko9uOEI/AAAAAAAAAME/4FU1LbXJt7Q/s1600-h/littlethings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUEQko9uOEI/AAAAAAAAAME/4FU1LbXJt7Q/s400/littlethings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278518459912566850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;neyse sonra ordan ciktim, baska dukkanlara bakmaya basladim. daha normal sartlarda bi kirtasiye buldum oraya dadandim. kucuk diye ajanda aldim ordan da.. diyecek soZ bulamiyorum kendime, aZ da kiZmadim ciktiktan sonra da neyse.. sonra bilmiyorum naptim bi cicekci hatirliyorum, tohum aldim bi suru. babama diye aldim ama eminim ki bilincaltim giZli giZli "eheee, bunlar da kucuk kii" diye dusunuyodu o sirada.. arada baska bi dukkan daha oldu mu gercekten bilmiyorum ama sonrasinda supermarkete gittigimi hatiliyorum. orda da yine sacma sapan bi alisveris.. su asagidakileri aldim ordan da kimin ne isine yariyacaksa.. ya bi de bundan sonrasi, daha dogrusu cicekciden itibaren sanirim hediye alayim gaZindaydim.. gerci simdi boyle afise etmem ne kadar dogru bilemiyorum ama.. neyse "noel bayrami" cikolatasi tadindaki seyi annanemlere diye dusunup aldim. ama cikolatadan yapilmis yilbasi agaci suslerini kime niye vercem o kadar fikrim yok ki.. en son ne Zaman agac susledim hatirlamiyorum bile..&lt;div&gt;kucukken kare legolari gumus rengi ya da benZer pariltili renklerdeki kagitlarla kaplayip kendim yapardim bir takim susleri, onu hatirladim simdi.. neyse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUEQkAn_XjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7nzlET97Ch8/s1600-h/sweetthings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUEQkAn_XjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7nzlET97Ch8/s400/sweetthings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278518449083997746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en son oyuncakcidan cikarken 900kusur kronluk bir alisverisi onaylamak uZere pin tusluyodum.. oyuncakci ne ya.. deli miyim niye 80 ytl'den faZla para harciyorum oyuncakcida?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya en son paZardan gecerken o sacma balkabaklarindan aldim, koca paZarda 3 tane vardi sade. mevsimi mi gecti noldu bilmiyorum, hepsini aldim. biraZ da mandalina aldim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bi garip burdakiler, mandalina yediklerini hic gormedim. ama portakali mandalina gibi soyup yiyolar, hic bicak catal kullanayim gibi bi kaygi yok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bir de alisverise 9:28 otobusunu kullanarak gittim.. otobusteki en genc insan en aZ 60-65 yasindaydi.. ve baya da doluydu otobus.. hepimiZin elinde kolunda paZar cantalari tin tin gittik sehre.. muhtemelen donuste de ayni ekip olacaktik otobuste ama hem posetlerim cok agirdi, hem o saatteki otobus beni evimin uZaginda birakacakti (ya evet bi de boyle bi durum var, 33 ise otobus numarasi 2 durak yurumek gerekiyo eve kadar, 33w ise birakiyo evin onundeki duraga.. ilk Zamanlar aZ kiZmadi soforler bana, anlamiyorum bi de ne diyolar bos bakiyorum filan), hem de "aa hala cebimde para kalmis accik, olmadi simdi" dedigim icin sanirim taksiyle dondum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyle hakikaten "sapsal misin napiyosun be" diye tokat atasim geliyo baZen kendime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha ama her seye ragmen, biblolarla ilgili kafam halen calisiyo. yani o suur kaybetbe durumu olmuyo neyse ki. bir iki bakip "sirin ama kimin ne isine yarar ki, biblo iste. delirmedim daha o kadar" diyip yerine koyabiliyorum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-4260325955458155608?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4260325955458155608/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=4260325955458155608' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/4260325955458155608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/4260325955458155608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/12/alisveris.html' title='alisveris..'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUEQko9uOEI/AAAAAAAAAME/4FU1LbXJt7Q/s72-c/littlethings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-6747172022844896221</id><published>2008-12-10T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:11:46.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aklima gelmisken..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;deniz hanim'in [ki bi blogu biseyi olsaydi da link verseydik diye o kadar da direttik ama, olmayinca olmuyo demek ;)] koltugun ne renk sorusu uZerine bu konuya deginmem gerektigini fark ettim.. en aZindan bir gun &lt;a href="http://alexvision.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 204); "&gt;alex hanim&lt;/a&gt;'in provokasyonlarina dayanamayip o korkunc ortuleri kuklaya sac kendime ceket yapmak gibi sacma amaclar ugruna parcalamadan once kendilerinden bahsetmem gerekiyordu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gerci kabul ediyorum, nisbi anlamda daha iyiler ama ne bileyim.. boyle tuylu muylu seylere hic isinamamisimdir, ondan belki..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUBJijYx9bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WDEjomnsWsk/s1600-h/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUBJijYx9bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WDEjomnsWsk/s400/together.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278299621241779634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bi de takim olmalari sanirim iyice tuZ biber oluyor.. boyle islevsiZ aile gibi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUBDuxhQf6I/AAAAAAAAALU/LKo9ONxxD4s/s1600-h/armchair.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUBDuxhQf6I/AAAAAAAAALU/LKo9ONxxD4s/s1600-h/armchair.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kendime not: tripod al, sonra tepeden tirnaga buram buram 70ler kokan ev igrenc renklerle 80lere donusmesin.. ya da flasi sevmeyi ogren.. bilemedim simdi ama yap iste bisey. bu ne reZillik.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-6747172022844896221?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6747172022844896221/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=6747172022844896221' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/6747172022844896221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/6747172022844896221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/12/aklima-gelmisken.html' title='aklima gelmisken..'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SUBJijYx9bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WDEjomnsWsk/s72-c/together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-1255319891467642960</id><published>2008-12-10T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:21:06.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/ST_pA3VGjbI/AAAAAAAAALE/XOI0nQCjjSk/s1600-h/DSC_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/ST_pA3VGjbI/AAAAAAAAALE/XOI0nQCjjSk/s400/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278193489363242418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu yaZiyi huZurlu, sicak, rahat, boyle ohhh diye evimden hem de "legal" olarak yaZiyor oldugum icin ne kadar mutluyum anlatamam.. sonunda baglandi internetim. hem de o kadar cabuk oldu ki anlayamadim bile..&lt;div&gt;ama daha oncesinde kablonun eve getirilis surecini anlatmak istiyorum. efenim yine malum komunist donem aliskanligi olduguna inandigim bir sistemle baglamaya calistilar kabloyu ilk etapta. o da sokak kapisinin ustunde duran sadece sigortaymis gibi gorunen fakat aslinda elektriktir, telefondur, kapi Zilidir filan gibi her seyi bir araya toplayan ve butun bunlari duvarlarin icinden gecen hortumlari kullanarak (evet hakikaten bu kisim pek acayip) yapan kutu ve onun hortumlari araciligiyla baglamakti.. fakat hortumda bi tikaniklik mi ne vardi bi sure ugrasip beceremeyince evrensel yontem olan duvar delmeye gectiler. turkiye'de nedir, adam gelir deler duvari haldur huldur. sonra da siva mi dokulmus duvar mi yikilmis umrunda olmadan ceker gider, biZe de duvar boyamak olsun insaat temiZligi yapmak olsun bir takim garip isler kalir. ki olur, benim normalim bu.. efendim bu cek milleti oyle degilmis meger. adam deldi duvari, gecirdi kabloyu. sonra once evi supurdu temiZledi, ardindan apartmani. yetmedi bi de duvarin asinan kismina siva yapti filan. bi acayip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;velhasil sonrasinda gelen "internet baglayicisi"nin isi ise, ethernet kablosunu bilgisayara takip ip ayarlarini degistirip gitmek oldu.. bu kadar. ne bi sifre, ne bi modem, ne baska bisey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su aZ once yaZdiklarimi yollamadan once okumamaya karar verdim bu arada tam bu noktada.. Zira heyecan ve sevinc karisinca oZlem sacmaliyo, biliyoruZ.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;karistirmamak laZim tabi, carpiyo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-1255319891467642960?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1255319891467642960/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=1255319891467642960' title='4 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/1255319891467642960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/1255319891467642960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home!'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/ST_pA3VGjbI/AAAAAAAAALE/XOI0nQCjjSk/s72-c/DSC_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-2427146084694836055</id><published>2008-12-07T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:47:04.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sasiriyorum mutemadiyen..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sonunda fotografli yaZilara donuyorum.. efenim su asagidaki pencere komunist donemin vaZgecilmeZ tasarimlarindan biriymis.. halen hayret ediyorum donerek acilan pencereye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/STvSofnxv-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/WIux56JHOHw/s1600-h/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/STvSofnxv-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/WIux56JHOHw/s400/window.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277042981519605730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu da petra hanim'in dev sarap sisesi.. 1bucuk hatta 3 litrelik sarap siseleri gormuslugumuZ vardi ama boylesine "buyuk" goruneniyle ilk defa karsilasiyorum.. ustelik sadece 1,5 litre.. tuhaf memleket iste, yapacak bir sey yok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-2994082746446620026</id><published>2008-12-04T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:51:08.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>geriye kalanlar..</title><content type='html'>ve calismali hafta biter..&lt;div&gt;elimiZde bir adet sesi olmayan ve postta bekleyen 25 saniyelik trailer (ki icime sindi cok, hatta bir adet de sure sinirlamasi olmayan -artik ne bicimse- director's cut versiyonu bile yapacagim sanirim), cok yorulmus 9 adet animasyon ogrencisi ve yapacak bir seyi kalmadi diye bosluga dusmuZ bir oZlem kaldi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bosluga dusen oZlem napar? sacmalar tabii ki de..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soyle ki, simdi okuldan sikildim ettim filan diye soyleniyo olmamin nedenini buldum sanirim.. her seyle ayni anda ilgilenemiyorum sanki..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- dikkat: oZlem kendisiyle celisiyor --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her seyle ayni anda ilgilenememekten kasit her seye ayni oZeni dikkati gosteremiyo olmam. yani ayni anda hem fragmani cekeyim, evde kukla calisayim, diger yandan da sacma sapan ciZim odevleriyle ugrasayim filan olmuyo gibi.. o yuZden "bana ne uf ders mers saksi gibi oturuyom anlamiyom Zaten" siZlanmasi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ote yandan "her seyi ayni anda yapcam ben, hem illustrasyoncu olcam hem film cekcem hem kukla oynatcam hem site yapcam bana ne bana ne" simarikligi calisiyodu bi sekilde.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- kendisiyle celisen oZlem bir sonuca variyor--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;belki de sorun her seyi ayni anda yapamama degildir de, "ille de kendi istedigim seyleri yapcam, hem de ayni anda, hih!" durumudur.. bilemedim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bu arada o deli soguklari gecti, tek kaZakli yasantima donmus olmaktan dolayi pek memnunum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha bi de, buyuyunce evinde yemek daveti verdiginde "aa cikarmayin ayakkabilari hic, gecin gecin" diyerek evinde misafirlerini ayakkabilariyla agirlayan ama normalde evde ayakkabisiZ dolasan, biraZ daha buyuyunce de bembeyaZ ama saglikli gorunen saclara sahip, muhtemelen goZluklu ve goZ kenarlarindaki kirisikliklarla gurur duyan kadinlardan olmak istedigime karar verdim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-2994082746446620026?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2994082746446620026/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=2994082746446620026' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/2994082746446620026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/2994082746446620026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/12/geriye-kalanlar.html' title='geriye kalanlar..'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-3873848876751160691</id><published>2008-11-29T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:25:06.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gelin kendimiZi taniyalim..</title><content type='html'>evet, bitiremedim kendimi taniya taniya. n'olmus!&lt;div&gt;ayrica da bastan belirteyim yok siZe fotograf motograf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bugun hep beraber bir keZ daha ogrendik ki calisan oZlem canavar oluyomus, agZindan yuZunden ates saciyomus.. hele elektronik muZik filan bu konuda hic mi hic yardimci olmuyomus.. ya da hala dogru bir ekiple calisamamis.. ya da halen tek basinalik luksune alistigini inkar etmek icin kilif ariyomus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fark etmeZ.. sonucta tek basinayken uc kisiyle oldugundan daha hiZli calisiyorsa bi yerde bi seyler ters gidiyo demektir..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yine de ogrencilik formuna bu noktada geri donuyorum sanirim; kiminle calismamam gerektigini ogreniyorum iste, okul baska ne icin Zaten..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;velhasil, cekimlere bugun guc bela baslayip 2-3 saatte 83 kare cektik.. cok da fena sayilmaZ ama sabrim ne kadar dayanacak heyecanla bekliyoruZ.. cok heyecan hem de, uf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-3873848876751160691?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3873848876751160691/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=3873848876751160691' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/3873848876751160691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/3873848876751160691'/><link rel='alternate' 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olmus olan cekler ve isimleri konusundaki kanayan yaraya parmak basmak istiyorum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;palma gerci biraZ istisna Zira soyadindan dolayi bu sekilde seslenilmekte kendisine.. fakat oyle olmasaydi bile kimse kendisine gercek adi olan jakub'la hitap etmeyecek, onun yerine kuba'yi kullanacakti. honZa ise genel olarak butun jan'lari cagirma bicimi.. ya en tuhafi da jan svankmajer'e seslenildigini hayal etmek.. honZa svankmajer.. olmaZ ki, gitti butun kariZma.. yaZik.. bi rahat birakmiyolar isimleri..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7SdEzMEwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nDLVEZ0TBvQ/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7SdEzMEwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nDLVEZ0TBvQ/s400/group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273383610643911426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;su asagidaki de boyuna degisen setimiZin simdilik son hali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7ScnxVYLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SoYTHS1hG5I/s1600-h/set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7ScnxVYLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SoYTHS1hG5I/s400/set.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273383602851504306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ve evet, kafasiyla olsun takim elbisesi ve fulariyla olsun butun olarak bir nosferatu.. simdi dusununce epey keyifliydi kendilerini yapmak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7ScYBt2pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a4VCoHIw4FM/s1600-h/nosferatu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7ScYBt2pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a4VCoHIw4FM/s400/nosferatu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273383598625249938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu beyefendi de dunku talihsiZ pijama hadisesinin bas kahramani.. ustune de 18. yuZyil gomlegi yapayim dedim.. dilim varmiyo ama o da gecelik gibi oldu sanki ya.. bu arada kopegimiZ de koyuna benZedi sonunda.. bi yerlerde bi seyleri fena halde yanlis yapiyomusum gibi bi his var icimde ama hadi bakalim..&lt;div&gt;uyarilar da gelen gecenden Ziyade faZlasiyla hevesli olan grup arkadaslarima yonelik: "dokunma! islak latex" hem de iki farkli dilde.. dokunmadilar gerci sonra..&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7ScHSqyUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A2xSzrqSzVg/s1600-h/mokrylatex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7ScHSqyUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A2xSzrqSzVg/s400/mokrylatex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273383594132949314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu da talihsiZ adamimiZa sac ekerken.. ee tabi sac eken lule bicer di mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7Sbi6CMqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VlEqgXjEomw/s1600-h/atwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7Sbi6CMqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VlEqgXjEomw/s400/atwork.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273383584365949602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-7773151220421054881?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/7773151220421054881/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=7773151220421054881' title='2 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/7773151220421054881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/7773151220421054881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/11/calismali-hafta-2.html' title='calismali hafta #2'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS7SdEzMEwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nDLVEZ0TBvQ/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-6638419365300918940</id><published>2008-11-26T19:31:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:51:19.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>flimova skola'nin calismali haftasi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;calismali hafta, yani 'working week'.. animasyon bolumundeki dokuZ kisi olarak biZim haricimiZdekiler prag'dir ostrava'dir film studyolarina gittiler calisma gormeye.. biZ de okulda michael carrington beyefendiyle kaldik. efenim ucerli uc grup olarak 'Zlinsky pes' yani 'Zlin kopee' isimli ogrenci filmleri festivaline fragman haZirlamaya basladik.. bekledigim oZledigim buymus meger. gercek bir sey yaptigimi hissediyorum sonunda.. ustelik de tema genel olarak 'alman ekpresyoniZmi'.. ekspresyonist kukla filmi!! bi oZlem ne ister ki daha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS2Y-TnlWkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LHeKs5qOeoA/s1600-h/classroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS2Y-TnlWkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LHeKs5qOeoA/s400/classroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273038934906329666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;misal hep boyle olsa sinif panayir yeri gibi.. biseyler "yapsa" insanlar, ciZmese sade filan.. daginik pis olsa, elimiZde yuZumuZde boyalar ustumuZde onluklerle geZsek okulda deli gibi filan..valla..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS2Y-dG1dII/AAAAAAAAAJY/9FoRYRqs1_s/s1600-h/nosferatu"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS2Y-dG1dII/AAAAAAAAAJY/9FoRYRqs1_s/s400/nosferatu" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273038937453327490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;efenim bu da ekpresyonist filmimiZin tamamlanmamis nosferatusu.. govdesi de vardi bunun frakli filan ama bulamadim simdi.. neyse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS2Y9gmj2pI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nRdwQUv1r1c/s1600-h/zlinskypes"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS2Y9gmj2pI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nRdwQUv1r1c/s400/zlinskypes" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273038921211828882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zlin kopee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS2Y9dUaRMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iOL0OZEC7AQ/s1600-h/loutka"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS2Y9dUaRMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iOL0OZEC7AQ/s400/loutka" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273038920330396866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ekpresyonist kurban.. 70'ler pantolonu yapayim diye ciktigim yol pijama olmaya vardi. huZunluyum a dostlar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-6638419365300918940?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6638419365300918940/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=6638419365300918940' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/6638419365300918940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/6638419365300918940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/11/flimova-skolanin-calismali-haftasi.html' title='flimova skola&apos;nin calismali haftasi..'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SS2Y-TnlWkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LHeKs5qOeoA/s72-c/classroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-8513391875240980294</id><published>2008-11-24T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:06:32.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SSrC52ybeWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iTp0IvVxB7Q/s1600-h/kar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SSrC52ybeWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iTp0IvVxB7Q/s400/kar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272240613005949282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;evet.. resmen kis geldi. fakat en acayip olan yagan karin aninda tutmasi.. karin ilk gunu otobus duragindan eve varana kadar kikirdayip durdum. kar guZel sey aslinda.. ama soguk.. cok soguk. misal su an kocaman cizmeler, 1 sweatshirt ve 3 kaZaktan olusan bir kostume sahibim.. ve hala soguk.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sey gibi 'soguk cok soguk daha da soguk olacak'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-8513391875240980294?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8513391875240980294/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=8513391875240980294' title='2 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8513391875240980294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8513391875240980294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/11/kis.html' title='kis!'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SSrC52ybeWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iTp0IvVxB7Q/s72-c/kar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-648986599713291332</id><published>2008-11-12T19:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:03:23.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaman</title><content type='html'>Zaman garip şey valla. öyle bi anda geçiyo filan..&lt;br /&gt;bir de festival koşuşturmacasında henüZ kurmaya çalıştığım düZenimi de kaybettim, hepten birbirine girdi her şey..&lt;br /&gt;lakin farkettim ki bu bloğa unutmamak/unutsam da hatırlamak için başlamıştım ve onu bile unuttum.. velhasıl bundan sonra hatırlamaya devam edeceğim (sesli düşünme seansı)&lt;br /&gt;neyse efenim.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SRsoPL30bhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RzvZ_zRS5Qg/s1600-h/IMG_3516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SRsoPL30bhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RzvZ_zRS5Qg/s400/IMG_3516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267848430489988626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; son derece korktuğum çiZgi film ödevine sonunda başladım. ve yeterli ekipmanla -ki kendileri uygun delgeç ve ışıklı masa sanırım- keyifli bile sayılabilir. kukla gibi değil tabi hiçbir şekilde ama..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-648986599713291332?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/648986599713291332/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=648986599713291332' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/648986599713291332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/648986599713291332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/11/zaman.html' title='Zaman'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SRsoPL30bhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RzvZ_zRS5Qg/s72-c/IMG_3516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-7818135005229897801</id><published>2008-09-26T17:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:01:07.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yuvaya doğru ilk adım..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SN0HFF74PuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/69YRGiB-1lo/s1600-h/DSC_0316+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SN0HFF74PuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/69YRGiB-1lo/s400/DSC_0316+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250360524657934050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;görüp duyabileceğim en acayip evsahiplerine sahibim sanırım.. torunları ya da almanya'dan gelmiş çocuklarıymışım gibi davranmaları bi yana, beyefendi aynı Zamanda fotoğraf hocam.. her gün adeta bir karnaval!&lt;div 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adım..'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SN0HFF74PuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/69YRGiB-1lo/s72-c/DSC_0316+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-4218629403641395309</id><published>2008-09-26T17:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:52:56.021+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ilk yağmur</title><content type='html'>tabi bütün bunlar yağmuru "yaşamadan" önceki tatlı anılar olarak geçsin lütfen kayıtlara.. yağmur bile sayılmaZ aslında bunlar.. nem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;velhasıl evet, filmova skola'dan yağmur sahneleri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SN0CWB_T8LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e19YywSB4As/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SN0CWB_T8LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e19YywSB4As/s400/DSC_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250355318098227378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SN0CWN4UZmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wSW7ElDVWM4/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SN0CWN4UZmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wSW7ElDVWM4/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250355321290122850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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yağmur'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SN0CWB_T8LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e19YywSB4As/s72-c/DSC_0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-6921456527658976056</id><published>2008-09-07T18:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:23:20.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>filmova skola zlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/2833587688_0a69ac845c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/2833587688_0a69ac845c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu da okul.. yurttan çok da farklı görünmüyor sanki.. dediğim gibi, zlin mimarisi işte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2112/2833595072_4c067a7567_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2112/2833595072_4c067a7567_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inşaat önü çiçeği..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2835815257_5c2bb58fed_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2835815257_5c2bb58fed_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okul kulesi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/2833602714_b4f66e50dd_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/2833602714_b4f66e50dd_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en sevdiğim fotoğraf bu sanırım.. sigara içme bankları.. yaşlı, yorgun bi çift gibiler adeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2835816263_afde5c1555_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2835816263_afde5c1555_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okulun gökyüZü bu da..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-6921456527658976056?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6921456527658976056/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=6921456527658976056' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/6921456527658976056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/6921456527658976056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/09/filmova-skola-zlin.html' title='filmova skola zlin'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/2833587688_0a69ac845c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-8193744097365946345</id><published>2008-09-07T18:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:08:50.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dışarı çık(mış)tım!</title><content type='html'>bunlar geçen haftadan.. bi türlü fırsat bulup da yükleyememiştim fotoğrafları..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2833564950_836f9cd8cb_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2833564950_836f9cd8cb_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu yurdun girişi. anladığım kadarıyla zlin mimarisi çokluk böyle.. minik tuğla duvarlar, bi sürü pencere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3078/2832706245_4df839e344_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3078/2832706245_4df839e344_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu da benim oda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3258/2832693259_090d861896_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3258/2832693259_090d861896_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bi de böyle beyaZ topçuk gibi çiçekler var. çiçek mi meyve bilmiyorum aslında, ama pek güZel görünüyolar.. hatta geçen rüyamda birilerinin bunları yediğini gördüm, oldukça da leZZetli olduğunu iddia ettiler ama ben denemedim sanırım.. rüya işte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2372/2832719315_05538e25f3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2372/2832719315_05538e25f3_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;şu sol kenardaki ağaca sonbahar gelmiş..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-8193744097365946345?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8193744097365946345/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=8193744097365946345' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8193744097365946345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8193744097365946345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/09/dar-kmtm.html' title='dışarı çık(mış)tım!'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2833564950_836f9cd8cb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-8129155505932712338</id><published>2008-08-29T17:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:58:55.602+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oda - detay!</title><content type='html'>odadan devam ediyoruz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgbY-uxgrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZJBXyockA6I/s1600-h/sozluk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgbY-uxgrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZJBXyockA6I/s400/sozluk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968282415563442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;evet, çocuk gibi saatlerce ödev yapmamı sağlayan koccaman sözlüğüm.. anglicko-cesky.. evet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgbZALVsrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ihHQwBPnmnU/s1600-h/partakallisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgbZALVsrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ihHQwBPnmnU/s400/partakallisu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968282803810994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ya bu konuda ne desem boş.. portakallı su ne demek ki zaten? bunun limonlusu, elmalısı, greyfurtlusu, yeşil çaylısı filan bile var. sade su mu? o da ne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgbZbrz8TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yr0sselNP2A/s1600-h/manzara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgbZbrz8TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yr0sselNP2A/s400/manzara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968290187768114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu da odadan görünen "dışarısı". şimdiye kadar hep ağır yükle dolaştığım için fotoğraf makinasını dışarı çıkartmadım. ama yarın haftasonu, belki mini-şehir(vice versa, heh) turu yaparım, turist olurum.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-8129155505932712338?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8129155505932712338/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=8129155505932712338' title='0 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8129155505932712338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/8129155505932712338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/2008/08/oda-detay.html' title='oda - detay!'/><author><name>ozlemakin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447533201873288276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dj68W_pG5c/TzQ5kWE28yI/AAAAAAAABgw/X2HwXs692-U/s1600/9e6b514c484111e19e4a12313813ffc0_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgbY-uxgrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZJBXyockA6I/s72-c/sozluk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994064887764375849.post-4370376556359381606</id><published>2008-08-29T17:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:50:27.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>giriş</title><content type='html'>geç olsun güç olmasın diyerek başlamak lazım tabi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaklaşık bir hafta oldu. halen sadece merhaba ve güle güle demeyi biliyorum, ki ikisi de aynı kelime olduğu için çok zor olmuyor. teşekkür ederim demeyi de biliyorum ama hep unutuyorum, fena halde kaba bi insan oldum vallahi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her şey halen doğal, olağan. kimsenin ne dediğini, etrafta ne yazdığını anlamıyorum evet. ama yabancı gibi de hissetmiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;bir diğer şeyse, geçen seneki çek cumhuriyeti maceramı (macera!) büyün ölçüde kendimi keşfetmek üzerine kurmuş olduğumu farketmem. şu andaysa burayı keşfetmeye çalışıyorum sanırım..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neyse, gelelim yaşadığım -şimdilik- sadece beni barındıran yurt odasına..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXh7Ci-kI/AAAAAAAAAGo/B9wN0Wg4ihw/s1600-h/mutfak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXh7Ci-kI/AAAAAAAAAGo/B9wN0Wg4ihw/s400/mutfak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239964037997066818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;odaya girişte solda mutfak, ve yepisyeni ama ötmeyen (ki bu ötme sorunu çaydanlıktan değil ocaktan galiba, suyu tam kaynatmıyor Zira kendileri.. ateşli ocak olursa taşınacağım evde bir de orda deneyeceğim bakalım)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXiMJUEgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pGxHijQBQ5I/s1600-h/buzdolabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXiMJUEgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pGxHijQBQ5I/s400/buzdolabi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239964042588852738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu da boş buZdolabım.. taşınana kadar kap kacak almamak niyetindeyim (gerçi bir bardak ve bir tabak aldım ama daha faZlasını düşünmüyorum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXiTVqs5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/PdEpE8m9OS0/s1600-h/banyo01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXiTVqs5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/PdEpE8m9OS0/s400/banyo01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239964044519715730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bu da mutfağın karşısındaki oda, nam-ı diğer banyo.. işte bir banyo ne kadar ilginç olabilirse o kadar ilginç.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXilESXFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lbrqPkM5YZA/s1600-h/banyo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXilESXFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lbrqPkM5YZA/s400/banyo02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239964049278655570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXi-OJXoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VJwHkbzwbls/s1600-h/bavul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXfHX5cJvmY/SLgXi-OJXoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VJwHkbzwbls/s400/bavul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239964056030895746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oda"m"ın girişi.. halen açılmamış-açılmışsa bile boşaltılmamış- bavulum.. ve ayakkabılar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggerın fotoğraf yükleme sistemine halen tam alışamamış (ve şimdiye dek 5'ten fazla fotoğraf yüklemeye gerek duymadığım için sorun da yaşamamış) olduğum için diğer "post"ta devam edeceğim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994064887764375849-4370376556359381606?l=zlinguncesi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zlinguncesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4370376556359381606/comments/default' title='Kayıt Yorumları'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1994064887764375849&amp;postID=4370376556359381606' title='1 Yorum'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994064887764375849/posts/default/4370376556359381606'/><link rel='self' 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