<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648</id><updated>2009-11-07T19:18:46.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles of daily life</title><subtitle type='html'>365 days with my photos and Rumi's poems...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-3819247616015345798</id><published>2009-10-19T23:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:15:27.775+03:00</updated><title type='text'>a piece of bosphorus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/StzIx5Rru4I/AAAAAAAABcY/LCobwHtI4m0/s1600-h/smoke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394407213197147010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/StzIx5Rru4I/AAAAAAAABcY/LCobwHtI4m0/s320/smoke.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I see everyday when I take a smoking break at work... A nice refreshment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-3819247616015345798?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3819247616015345798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=3819247616015345798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/3819247616015345798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/3819247616015345798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/piece-of-bosphorus.html' title='a piece of bosphorus'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/StzIx5Rru4I/AAAAAAAABcY/LCobwHtI4m0/s72-c/smoke.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-783496807568097500</id><published>2009-09-21T13:12:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:33:08.191+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, dance &amp; friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SrdTX7ZZniI/AAAAAAAABbs/_UNut2AXjsk/s1600-h/tango.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SrdTX7ZZniI/AAAAAAAABbs/_UNut2AXjsk/s320/tango.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383863550091042338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SrdSlwEkuII/AAAAAAAABbk/3pVYVBBD00Y/s1600-h/IMG_7304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SrdSlwEkuII/AAAAAAAABbk/3pVYVBBD00Y/s320/IMG_7304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383862688057440386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the summer I had a call from my cousin Duygu and she invited me to watch their dance show. I couldn't pass this opportunity, so I joined them before the show and took some photos during the show, not only theirs but all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SrdTfh0Hr3I/AAAAAAAABb0/mTRoUGMydk8/s1600-h/IMG_7400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SrdTfh0Hr3I/AAAAAAAABb0/mTRoUGMydk8/s320/IMG_7400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383863680662744946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a show of the dance school of Tan Sağtürk who is a wellknown dancer in Turkey (and europe I think). There are a lot of dance students from all ages (4-60!) and it was really nice to watch them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-783496807568097500?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/783496807568097500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=783496807568097500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/783496807568097500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/783496807568097500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-dance-friends.html' title='Music, dance &amp; friends'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SrdTX7ZZniI/AAAAAAAABbs/_UNut2AXjsk/s72-c/tango.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-6799697402004824652</id><published>2009-08-27T23:17:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:38:32.961+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I had visitors from Tunisia</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I had guests from Tunisia. Bukola &amp;amp; Leandro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SpbrAXZWY4I/AAAAAAAABbE/AJbdCUfAslI/s1600-h/IMG_3713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374741596826133378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SpbrAXZWY4I/AAAAAAAABbE/AJbdCUfAslI/s320/IMG_3713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bukola is an old friend from couchsurfing, he fell in love with Istanbul and is a repeat customer now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Spbr0HIvegI/AAAAAAAABbc/dTRl7sMCQWI/s1600-h/IMG_3751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374742485814704642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Spbr0HIvegI/AAAAAAAABbc/dTRl7sMCQWI/s320/IMG_3751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandro is a collegue of Bukola, he is Porteguese which means I liked him at first sight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to Istanbul because of a wedding party of their collegue's daughter, thanks to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Bukola to my tango class as always I do to all of my friends... He helped himself when I was sweating with dance and he got a gift from this gorgeus girl, Sırma :) As you can see he is very happy with the gift on his wrist ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374742076528046322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SpbrcSbMsPI/AAAAAAAABbU/qAQ43FvLQbg/s320/IMG_3758.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am happy to have them around again too... I already miss his witty sense of humour :)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-6799697402004824652?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6799697402004824652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=6799697402004824652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/6799697402004824652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/6799697402004824652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-visitors-from-tunisia.html' title='I had visitors from Tunisia'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SpbrAXZWY4I/AAAAAAAABbE/AJbdCUfAslI/s72-c/IMG_3713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-8576207769850633070</id><published>2009-08-17T22:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:48:40.034+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SomzyLhWeEI/AAAAAAAABa8/ET_a56gYnKI/s1600-h/IMG_3816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021705283532866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SomzyLhWeEI/AAAAAAAABa8/ET_a56gYnKI/s320/IMG_3816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Somzx4dEzRI/AAAAAAAABa0/LL8Ca3G85n8/s1600-h/IMG_3830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021700165324050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Somzx4dEzRI/AAAAAAAABa0/LL8Ca3G85n8/s320/IMG_3830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SomzxfVMzhI/AAAAAAAABas/kDumsDzbMV0/s1600-h/IMG_3817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021693421407762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SomzxfVMzhI/AAAAAAAABas/kDumsDzbMV0/s320/IMG_3817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SomzxGZzuyI/AAAAAAAABak/vmlncxgizrw/s1600-h/IMG_3827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021686729849634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SomzxGZzuyI/AAAAAAAABak/vmlncxgizrw/s320/IMG_3827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SomzwlKPl4I/AAAAAAAABac/_6pagOrmVE0/s1600-h/IMG_3828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021677806196610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SomzwlKPl4I/AAAAAAAABac/_6pagOrmVE0/s320/IMG_3828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently started to a tango class at Taksim. The name of the course is Tangojean. It means you can dance by jean ;) It is like a therapy, beautiful music, dance... I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a visitor at tango class on sunday. My beautiful niece Hasal came to watch my dance -after 3 lessons!- and she enjoyed to being there with me... Nice... I have some photos of her for you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mondays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7077158940235486648-8576207769850633070?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8576207769850633070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=8576207769850633070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/8576207769850633070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/8576207769850633070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-class.html' title='sunday class'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SomzyLhWeEI/AAAAAAAABa8/ET_a56gYnKI/s72-c/IMG_3816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-8525103736891955112</id><published>2009-08-16T00:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:34:24.541+03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Nilu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SocpXo16WhI/AAAAAAAABaM/qIw1HBWwtl0/s1600-h/nb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370306566739876370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SocpXo16WhI/AAAAAAAABaM/qIw1HBWwtl0/s320/nb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nilüfer &amp;amp; me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SocpX9i3nWI/AAAAAAAABaU/xifVKa0PWPg/s1600-h/nb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370306572297149794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SocpX9i3nWI/AAAAAAAABaU/xifVKa0PWPg/s320/nb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilüfer &amp;amp; Buket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SocpXBlqq9I/AAAAAAAABaE/TMoSlKQeLx0/s1600-h/nb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370306556202757074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SocpXBlqq9I/AAAAAAAABaE/TMoSlKQeLx0/s320/nb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilüfer the birthday girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Soco_F6-4QI/AAAAAAAABZ8/-Va6npMvXBg/s1600-h/nb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370306145049043202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Soco_F6-4QI/AAAAAAAABZ8/-Va6npMvXBg/s320/nb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nilüfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nilüfer is a good friend from my old work place. Today is her birthday but Buket (another friend from work) and I decided to celebrate it earlier. I invited them to my flat and we made a surprise to Nilüfer. I took some photos of her - she gives good photos- but I wasn't in my best day :( Photos are not good enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday dear Nilüfer...&lt;/div&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/7077158940235486648-8525103736891955112?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8525103736891955112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=8525103736891955112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/8525103736891955112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/8525103736891955112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-nilu.html' title='happy birthday Nilu'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SocpXo16WhI/AAAAAAAABaM/qIw1HBWwtl0/s72-c/nb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-7300564734653525815</id><published>2009-08-12T21:48:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:53:08.032+03:00</updated><title type='text'>rebel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SoMOyy4OFkI/AAAAAAAABZ0/0rEMmdmvIng/s1600-h/bennn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369151446569588290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SoMOyy4OFkI/AAAAAAAABZ0/0rEMmdmvIng/s320/bennn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SoMOk6KRlVI/AAAAAAAABZs/lBtpne5tjec/s1600-h/bnb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The way of love is not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a subtle argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The door there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is devastation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birds make great sky-circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of their freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do they learn that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They fall, and falling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they are given wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rumi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7077158940235486648-7300564734653525815?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7300564734653525815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=7300564734653525815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/7300564734653525815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/7300564734653525815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/rebel.html' title='rebel...'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SoMOyy4OFkI/AAAAAAAABZ0/0rEMmdmvIng/s72-c/bennn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-7434917685467482856</id><published>2009-08-05T23:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:17:27.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom is making choises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Sn882lCGhRI/AAAAAAAABZk/_2Zs5ZwbIL8/s1600-h/IMG_3261pppp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368076189200450834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Sn882lCGhRI/AAAAAAAABZk/_2Zs5ZwbIL8/s320/IMG_3261pppp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes it means "fly away"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-7434917685467482856?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7434917685467482856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=7434917685467482856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/7434917685467482856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/7434917685467482856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom-is-making-choises.html' title='freedom is making choises'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Sn882lCGhRI/AAAAAAAABZk/_2Zs5ZwbIL8/s72-c/IMG_3261pppp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-7380719059692535065</id><published>2009-08-05T01:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:02:40.258+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Sni97rAprdI/AAAAAAAABZU/njy_tdB6LOs/s1600-h/bzh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366247788867333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Sni97rAprdI/AAAAAAAABZU/njy_tdB6LOs/s320/bzh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been long time... Lots of things happened, good or challenging. You can change something on your looking easily but it's not as much as easy for your innerself, feelings, toughts, love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show must go on, huh???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-7380719059692535065?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7380719059692535065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=7380719059692535065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/7380719059692535065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/7380719059692535065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-back.html' title='I am back...'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Sni97rAprdI/AAAAAAAABZU/njy_tdB6LOs/s72-c/bzh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-4148116153954201038</id><published>2009-02-28T22:03:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:20:26.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love February !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Dear Friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to work again as you understand. I have to find out a way to post my blog daily but I am getting very tired when I arrived to home. Maybe it's better fo me (and you of course) to writing the blog weekly but taking the photos daily for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very good this week. I think the reason is the title of the post " I love february". It means that the winter is going officialy. The spring is coming tomorrow :) I am like a nutshell in the freezer at winter time, I don't want to do anything, go to work or home, sleep or not to sleep, read or not to read, eat or don't eat (!), doesn't matter for me... But the changes started now. We have 1 week cold weather more (old people say so). After then you can see flowers all around, people start to smile with any reason, less arguements, any fights and wars (I hope), more and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are talking about politics or economic crisis at work sometimes and my collegues are getting very surprised about my opinions. I don't tell them who is my teacher but you ;) Sam has a website which he writes about his travels, life,spirituality, politics, economy and more... If you take a glimpse at &lt;a href="http://www.aliasjones.com/"&gt;http://www.aliasjones.com/&lt;/a&gt; sometimes, you can see what's going on this crazy world from a different angle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is more to write but I want to sleep ;) Here is the photos of the last week... Oh... Btw the second sign of spring (cemre) fell down to the water on friday. Spring baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 52nd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This beautiful young girl is my niece Hazal. She is very smart too and already decided to study medical faculity after high school. She has 1 more years now. I love her very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307953148132404626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SamjQ_bZLZI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2UXk48q1dso/s320/day+52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 53rd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imge is a friend of mine from ferry ride :) we come back to island by same ferry, actually they live on the third island Heybeliada but I enjoy her concerts till Kınalıada. She is 11 years old and studies guitar at the academy of music for 4 years. I am sure we'll watch her performances soon in the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307954002376318770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SamkCtvA3zI/AAAAAAAABCg/Twkp6aN689c/s320/day+53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 54th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just work stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307954129099089250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SamkKF0E5WI/AAAAAAAABCo/jZKc162it1o/s320/day+54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 55th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also working on a project named "The cats of Knalıada" or something like that :) I think this photo will be one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307954341270926194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SamkWcNyM3I/AAAAAAAABCw/d_cfcSS_o-Y/s320/day+55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 56th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining again, took the ferry to home. A girl with white hat was sitting cross to me. The light was coming just behind the girl and the Haydarpaşa train station at the back. I like stolen photos, does it make me a pervert? When a pervert turns out an artist? Or does she / he ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307954475709320018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SamkeRCZS1I/AAAAAAAABC4/Cyw56Psm-9c/s320/day+56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 57th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I went to shopping to Beşiktaş that day and when I saw this photo I stopped suddenly and started to laugh. This man is a candidate for Major of Istanbul and his offers are; He will allow to youtube connection and the taxi drivers will work with the same price in daytime and nights :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was an old man looking to the poster, we looked each other, he said "I am curious about what we'll see more". Smiled... But I have to accept that I loved the heart shape thing ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307954603091404674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/Samklrkpp4I/AAAAAAAABDA/YWAumzMYLXc/s320/day+57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 58th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday started wonderful. It was shining, you can feel the spring, because cemre fell down to the water on friday. I put the Gato outside, yesss she is still pregnant but getting heavier. I also went out for a walk and 10 minutes later it started to rain ! I did not neither umbrella nor raincoat so my camera started to get wet. Turned back to home as fast as possible and fell down to sleep :) When Sam came to home I saw that the day turned out a wonderful day again... I could only had this shot from that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307954739967452594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SamktpecZbI/AAAAAAAABDI/bXNUmDO16kM/s320/day+58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rumi game is not working since one week or so... I don't know why. If I don't feel something when I put the lines from Rumi Poetry, what is the meaning to try to do it? I'll think about it tonight, if Gato doesn't give birth...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves&amp;amp;Games&amp;amp;Meanings...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-4148116153954201038?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4148116153954201038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=4148116153954201038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/4148116153954201038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/4148116153954201038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-february.html' title='I love February !'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SamjQ_bZLZI/AAAAAAAABCQ/2UXk48q1dso/s72-c/day+52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-1793251311282577842</id><published>2009-02-21T18:26:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:54:20.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>İlk cemre düştü... / The first sign of spring fell down to the air !</title><content type='html'>English is below today...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evet, ilk cemre dün havaya düştü. Baharın ilk müjdecisi, havaların ısınmaya başlamasını gösteren ilk işaret olan cemrenin, birer hafta arayla havaya, suya ve toprağa düştüğü varsayılır. Aslında havaların ısınması tam tersi yönde gerçekleşir. Önce yeryüzü güneşten gelen ışınları soğurarak ısınmaya başlar, ısınan hava genleşerek yükselir. Havadaki soğuk hava aşağıya çökerken sıcak hava ile yolda kaşılaşıp yağmur olarak toprağa düşer. Bu arada dünyanın daha fazla güneş ışığı soğurmasıyla toprak daha da ısınır. Eğer bu açıklama yetmediyse daha fazla bilgiye &lt;a href="http://www.sismikaktivite.org/makaleler/documents/cemre.asp"&gt;buradan&lt;/a&gt; ulaşabilirsiniz.&lt;br /&gt;Dünkü güzel havadan sonra bu sabah yine rüzgar ve yağmur sesleriyle uyandım ve Deli Kedi Mama Gatoyu hemen aşağıda minderi üzerinde kıvrılmış uyuyor buldum. Karnı sanki biraz küçülmüş gibi geldi ve neler olup bittiğini anlamak için elimi karnına koydum. Hiç bir hareket hissetmiyordum! Ne yapsam, sahibi arkadaşım olan &lt;a href="http://www.ortavet.com/"&gt;Ortaköy Veteriner Kliniğini&lt;/a&gt; mi arasam diye düşünürken bir de reiki vereyim bakalım ne oluyor dedim. Elim Mama Gato'nun karnında kendimi reiki enerjisine açtım. Önce tek bir tekme geldi, 1-2 dakika sonra kıpırdanmalar başladı, 10 dakika sonra ise içeride bir dans partisi var sanabilirdiniz. Bunun yeterli olduğunu düşünerek elimi çektim, bütün bu süre içinde Gato yan yatmış uyuyordu. Ben elimi çekince sırtüstü yatarak haydi devam et, bu yeterli değil mesajı gönderdi :) Bir beş dakika daha reiki verdikten sonra ikimiz de iyice uyanmıştık, o su içmeye ben de yüzümü yıkamaya gittim. Güne güzel bir başlangıçtı yani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Öğleden sonra Sam eve geldiğinde Esma Teyze'nin ona bir şeyler söylemeye çalıştığını ama anlamadığını söyleyince gidip bir bakayım dedim. Esma Teyze 70 yaşının başlarında, hala oduna baltayı sallayabilen, eğilip ot toplayabilen, sevgiyle sarıp sarmalayan, bazen bunaltıcı olabilen bir eski alevi nenesi. Ben kasımda problemler yaşarken bana kurşun falan dökmüştü hatta. Bana da öğretmesini istediğimde, böyle şeylerin ocaktan (aileden) dışarı çıkmadığını, anadan kıza geçtiğini söyedi bana. Neyse, Esma Teyzenin evine varıp camı tıklattığımda, sobayı yaktığını gelip ısınmamızı söylediğini öğrendim. Sonuç olarak benim hazırladığım salatayı alıp Esma Teyze'ye ısınmaya gittik. O da bize, çorba, kara lahana yemeği, kahvaltı tabağı, erik suyu ve çay ikram etti ;) Biraz önce tekrar gelip sobayı iyice yaktığını tekrar gelmemizi söyledi. Yemekte ne olduğunu sorsam ayıp mı olurdu acaba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fırtınalı küçük adamızdan sıcak sevgiler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305326371447401282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SaBOOduia0I/AAAAAAAABCI/T122YeN8I7M/s320/day+51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We seem to be sitting still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but we are actually moving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the fantasies of phenomena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are sliding through us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like ideas through curtains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They go to the well of deep love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inside each of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Yesterday was a very special day because of the first &lt;em&gt;cemre&lt;/em&gt; (any of three radiations of heat which supposedly fall in succession from the sun into the air, the water, and the earth in February and March) fell down to the air. It is a sign of that spring is coming soon very soon. Actually it happens completely different way. First land gets warm and heats the air, the hot air rises and meets with cold air. Rains fell down. and this circle keeps going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a windy and rainy day after yesterday's heaven. I saw Crazy Mama Gato when I looked at down and it seemed her belly is smaller now. I put my hand on his belly and there wasn't any movement but a little fever. I worried and started to think what I can do, maybe I can call my friend who is a very good vet and the owner of the &lt;a href="http://www.ortavet.com/"&gt;Ortaköy Veteriner Kliniği&lt;/a&gt;. But first I decided to give reiki healing to her and opened myself to the reiki energy after I put my hand to her belly again. After a few seconds I felt first kick. Several minutes later more movements and after 10 minutes they were having a dance party inside. This is enough so she doesn't need my hand anymore. But when I pulled my hand back, she turned out and opened her belly to me for more :) And her belly is not smaller now. After 5 minutes more reiki we both woke up completely and she went to drink water and I went to bathroom to clean our faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sam Came to home afternoon he said Mama Esma tried to tell something to him. I wonder what she said because she wasn't on the island for a while, I was wondering if she is ok. I went to her house and tapped the window. She came out with her smiling face. Sam calls Esma as Mama because she is so caring to us. She is at her 70's, can swing the axe, pick the vegetables bent over for a long time, loving, caring (sometimes too much) an old alevi woman. When I had my health problems in november she helped me with her knowledge of &lt;em&gt;kurşun dökmek&lt;/em&gt; (to melt lead and pour it into cold water over the head of a sick person in order to break an evil spell) ! I wanted to teach me this spell from her but she ignored me with " This is a family work. Only mothers can give her daughters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I asked what she said to Sam, her reply was " I put the wood into the stove (she has a big iron one). Come to here to get warm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we took the salad I made and went to Mama Esma to eat and chat. She preperad a table for us with; soup, savoy cabbage, 2-3 different type of cheeses, plum marmalade, plum juice, olive, fried bread and our salad ! She stopped by a few minutes before and invited us for dinner and warm place again. Should I ask what she cooked for dinner? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all of you from our little stormy island...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-1793251311282577842?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1793251311282577842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=1793251311282577842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/1793251311282577842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/1793251311282577842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/ilk-cemre-dustu.html' title='İlk cemre düştü... / The first sign of spring fell down to the air !'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SaBOOduia0I/AAAAAAAABCI/T122YeN8I7M/s72-c/day+51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-4285542644562196457</id><published>2009-02-20T22:38:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:32:12.139+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Mama Gato's Inner Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 50th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english and turkish posts are different today. Because of I put a link about a group named İçimdeki Yolculuk (Inner Journey) which works on spiritual life in Turkey. I am sure there are lots of groups and schools in your country like this one. They have seminars about to release fear and anger, find the blocks and turn them to opportunities, etc. My friend Murad sent their link to me when I mentioned about my dreams to him. This is interesing enough to search more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is very nice today. We went to walk around the island, had sunshine, explored new roads. Mama Gato followed us 5-10 minutes after then she left us and still didn't come back. I think she decided to give birth in another house! Love is set them free, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&amp;amp;Peace&amp;amp;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304991700438010354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZ8d2DEAyfI/AAAAAAAABCA/tBnkCgQerlc/s320/day+50.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Put your vileness up to a mirror and weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get that self-satisfaction flowing out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satan tought, I am better than Adam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;better than&lt;/span&gt; is still strongly in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bir nehrin akışını izliyordum. O sırada, nehrin üzerine doğru uzanmış ağaçtan bir yaprak düştü. Yaprak bir çalıya sarılıp, bir kayaya takıldı, kendi etrafında hızla dönmeye başladı. Bir girdap içinde olduğu yerde dönüp duruyordu. Arkadan nehrin akış ritmi ile kendi yolunda tutunmadan gelen bir küçük dal ona dokundu. Yaprağın da bu akış içinde, kendi yolunda, kendi hızında keyifle akmasını sağladı."&lt;br /&gt;"Bu kitaplar olduğu yere takılmış akamayan bütün yapraklara dokunuş olacak.&lt;br /&gt;Yolunuz açık olsun..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu alıntı 1-2 gün önce rüyalarımla ilgili mesajlaştığım bir arkadaşımın "Bu siteyi incelemeni tavsiye ederim" demesiyle bana ulaştı. Yani bir başka dal, ağaçtan düşmüş yolunu arayan bir yaprağa dokundu. Teşekkürler Murad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;İçimdeki yolculuk adlı web sitesinin giriş sayfasında yer alan bu sözler nedense beni çok ekiledi. Belki her şeye açık, duygusal bir anımda olduğum için, belki de bana dokunması, beni bir yerlere yöneltmesi için... İçimdeki yolculuk, kurucusu Nil Avunduk'un yaşantımızdaki tıkanıklıkları nasıl değiştirip dönüştürebileceğimizi, affetmeyi, korku ve öfkeden kurtulmayı gerçekleştirerek nasıl daha olumlu bir hayat yaşayabileceğimizi anlatan seminerlerden ve kitaplardan oluşyor. Ben ilk fırsatta gitmeye çalışacağım, size de tavsiye ederim. Daha fazla bilgiyi &lt;a href="http://www.icimdekiyolculuk.com.tr/Index/indextur.html"&gt;burada&lt;/a&gt; bulabilirsiniz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukarıdaki fotoğraf bugünkü ada yürüyüşümüzden. Hava o kadar güzeldi ki içeride kalamadık ve kendimizi patikalara vurduk. Mama Gato bizi bir süre takip edip sonra vazgeçti, hala da eve gelmedi. Sanırım başka bir evde doğurmaya karar verdi ! Sevmek özgür bırakmak demek değil mi zaten ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevgiyle kalın...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-4285542644562196457?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4285542644562196457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=4285542644562196457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/4285542644562196457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/4285542644562196457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_20.html' title='Mama Gato&apos;s Inner Journey'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZ8d2DEAyfI/AAAAAAAABCA/tBnkCgQerlc/s72-c/day+50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-4159250784275430553</id><published>2009-02-19T21:11:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:16:09.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What is she waiting for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The 49th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(English is below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Gato bütün gün yiyiyor, içiyor ve uyuyor. Ne için bekliyor bu kız? Doğuracak mı, yoksa bebekler bu sıcak ve güvenli yerden çıkmamaya mı karar verdiler. Sanırım Gato ve ben farklı açılardan aynı prosesi yaşıyoruz şu sıralar... O doğuracak... Ben... Ben büyük bir değişikliğin yaklaştığını hissediyorum. Tayinim ile ilgili değil, bundan daha büyük, daha kişisel, spiritüel bir değişim. Geçtiğimiz iki hafta çok ilginç rüyalar gördüm, sanırım bir şekilde bu rüyalar da süreçte etkili olacak. Kafanız mı karıştı? İnanın benimki sizden daha karışık ama kulaklarımın arasında biryerlerde birşeyler oluyor ;) Göreceğiz bakalım.&lt;br /&gt;Ama şimdilik görebileceğiniz tek şey Mama Gato'nun koca göbeği. Bu fotoğrafta &lt;a href="http://www.mywall.com.tr/"&gt;mywall&lt;/a&gt; bebek odası duvar kağıtlarının imajlarını kullandım, inşallah kızmazlar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304590899774143938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZ2xUYPOvcI/AAAAAAAABB4/7TlLFv_woxc/s320/day+49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is eating, drinking water and sleeping all day... What is she waiting for? Will she give birth? Maybe the kittens decided to stay this warm and safety place forever. I think Gato and me are living same process by different ways now. She will give birth. me? I feel a big change is coming and it is not about my transfer, more than this. Something about my life path, something spiritual. I had interesting dreams last 2 weeks and I feel they will help me in this transition time. Something's going on between my ears ;) We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now you can only see the huge belly of Mama Gato ;) In this image I used the mywall baby room wall paper images. You can see their beautiful works &lt;a href="http://www.wallgraphy.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when a lost hand reaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to touch the rescuing hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when a candle next to a mirrored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sconce gets lit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your presence enters my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-4159250784275430553?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4159250784275430553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=4159250784275430553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/4159250784275430553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/4159250784275430553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-she-waiting-for.html' title='What is she waiting for?'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZ2xUYPOvcI/AAAAAAAABB4/7TlLFv_woxc/s72-c/day+49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-6249496751851857931</id><published>2009-02-18T22:31:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:22:15.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat's life - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZxzSa5JRJI/AAAAAAAABBo/bVUPGTMLeOA/s1600-h/IMG_8979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304241221429445778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZxzSa5JRJI/AAAAAAAABBo/bVUPGTMLeOA/s320/IMG_8979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't try to see through the distances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's no for human beings. Move within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but don't move the way fear makes you move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 48th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turkish version is below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I told you before Mama Gato will give birth again. It is 70% chances tonight, 80% chances tomorrow, 90 and more next day... She doesn't know what she will do, me neither. She says meoww I give water, she says meeeeoooww I give food, but someties she is just looking to my eyes and saying a short mew !! What does it mean? If someone knows please tell me too... I went to down to the island to find a good box for her and kittens. Mission completed but she doesn't want to go inside it. Maybe it is not the correct time yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZxzC9NFD4I/AAAAAAAABBg/yn136mPnqFg/s1600-h/IMG_9005p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304240955761954690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZxzC9NFD4I/AAAAAAAABBg/yn136mPnqFg/s320/IMG_9005p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a few photos on my way today. We had very nice days (remembering spring) last week and last 2 days are wonderful too. So I am not surprised when I saw the flowers on the trees but this is not good for them. Early opened flowers don't live long...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZxy3zNIgzI/AAAAAAAABBY/7WxIDeXzSLM/s1600-h/IMG_8974p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304240764099265330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZxy3zNIgzI/AAAAAAAABBY/7WxIDeXzSLM/s320/IMG_8974p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sanırım daha önce de söyledim ama tekrarlamak lazım arasıra Mama Gato ha bugün ha yarın doğuracak. Büyük ihtimalle bu gece bekliyoruz. Ne kadar zor bir şey dilini anlamadığın bir canlının derdine ortak olmak. Hayvancağız meoow diyor su veriyorum, meeeoooww diyor mama, ama bazen öyle bir bakışı var ki gözlerimin içine, bir de kısacık mew diyor  ne yapacağımı bilemiyorum. Bir bilen varsa söylesin ne olur. Ona ve yavrularına bir kutu bulmak ve küçük çaplı bir alışveriş için (3 paket &lt;a href="http://www.ruffles.com.tr/"&gt;ruffles&lt;/a&gt; anlamına geliyor bu :) adanın merkezine indim. Yolda da bir kaç kedi, kuş, sandal falan çektim tabi haliyle... Bazı erik ağaçları çiçek açmışlar ama gördüğünüz gibi çiçekler buruşmuş. Geçen hafta bir kaç gün bahar havası yaşadık ya ona kanmış zavallılar, arkasından donu yeyince böyle oldu işte... Bir çiçekle bahar olmaz diyenlere bir adet de papatya fotoğrafı koydum, çimlere basmayın tabelası henüz yerine yerleştirilmediğine göre her şey serbest ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mevlana'nın yukarıdaki şiirini Türkçeye çevirmeye çalışacağım:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yürümeye devam et, gidecek yer kalmayıncaya kadar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uzakları görmeye çalışma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bu insanlar için değil. Sadece yap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ama korku seni yönettiği için değil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-6249496751851857931?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6249496751851857931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=6249496751851857931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/6249496751851857931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/6249496751851857931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/cats-life-2.html' title='Cat&apos;s life - 2'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZxzSa5JRJI/AAAAAAAABBo/bVUPGTMLeOA/s72-c/IMG_8979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-4911725619009136610</id><published>2009-02-17T20:08:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:06:15.578+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctum...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 47th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZr9_bQVUAI/AAAAAAAABBA/75t57l5ITYY/s1600-h/day+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303830777272029186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZr9_bQVUAI/AAAAAAAABBA/75t57l5ITYY/s320/day+47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both slept all day long as you see. And he is telling me that Gato is my cat ! Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;They are very cute together and I am sure they will be very happy without me too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZr9_bQVUAI/AAAAAAAABBA/75t57l5ITYY/s1600-h/day+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am following a few blogs here and I saw this photo at one of them. The photo is from &lt;a href="http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_photogallery&amp;amp;task=blogsection&amp;amp;id=19&amp;amp;Itemid=223&amp;amp;bandwidth=high"&gt;The International Word&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_photogallery&amp;amp;task=blogsection&amp;amp;id=19&amp;amp;Itemid=223&amp;amp;bandwidth=high"&gt; Press&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_photogallery&amp;amp;task=blogsection&amp;amp;id=19&amp;amp;Itemid=223&amp;amp;bandwidth=high"&gt; Winners&lt;/a&gt; and really touched me. It shows detective Robert Kole must ensure residents have moved out of their home in Cleveland, Ohio ! His posture is looking like he is waiting an attack from a seri&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZsXEjSnHHI/AAAAAAAABBI/DDHRammdez4/s1600-h/ENG-World_Press_Pho_205422e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858353119108210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZsXEjSnHHI/AAAAAAAABBI/DDHRammdez4/s320/ENG-World_Press_Pho_205422e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;al killer or&lt;br /&gt;one or more terrorists, but they are just people who live in their properties till soon. And maybe they had to move because of they couldn't pay 1-2 month of their mortgage. One of my very best friends lives in US and just bought a house with mortgage. I am really worrying about her after saw this photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you went to the World Press page, I recommend you to check the other photos out too. There are a few very strong photos which &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roland_Barthes"&gt;Roland Barthes &lt;/a&gt;calls "this photo has punctum" in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Camera-Lucida-Reflections-Roland-Barthes/dp/0374521344#reader"&gt;Camera Lucida&lt;/a&gt;. In my opinion Roland Barthes is a difficult writer. It takes long time to read and understand him to me :) But I liked his approach to photography in this book... If you like photography this is a bedside book with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Photography-Susan-Sontag/dp/0312420099/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1234900565&amp;amp;sr=1-1#"&gt;Susan Sontag's On Photography&lt;/a&gt; I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Rumi lines of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said , You are not mad enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't belong in this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went wild and had to be tied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said, Still not wild enough to stay with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I am a fool, what about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-4911725619009136610?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4911725619009136610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=4911725619009136610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/4911725619009136610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/4911725619009136610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_17.html' title='Punctum...'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZr9_bQVUAI/AAAAAAAABBA/75t57l5ITYY/s72-c/day+47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-6232322027703122532</id><published>2009-02-16T22:09:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:26:24.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 46th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is freakin cold, I think it will snow tomorrow but the sky is very clear with white clouds. I took the 14.00 ferry to go to home. When I opened the door I looked for a seat next to the heater. I saw one and went there, a guy with a nice hat was sitting opposite of me. We greeted each other and I checked the heater as always. He smiled and told me that it's working, and we started to talk about the weather, island living, Istanbul, our jobs. When the topic came to jobs he told that he is an actor on a TV show, I felt embarassed because I don't know him. Actually I don't have a TV at home, I don't like it and told him this too. He said he is not a famous actor. So... Today's photo belongs to Kadir Bey, thanks for the chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303496309177033346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZnNy0gXooI/AAAAAAAABAY/n8kb9nZ7C5E/s320/day+46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, universal soul, practice&lt;br /&gt;some song, or something, through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 45th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet with my girlfirends today. We couldn't meet for a long time and I was thinking we have lots of things to talk about. But when we met at Seyhan's house, we had dinner, chatted a little bit an started to make a puzzle !! yes, a puzzle. We are (or were?) 4 girls and 1 boy friend from Istanbul University (1998) and have stayed close since then. We went to different cities to live sometimes but we always had strong ties. This year the situation changed a lot. We have big changes in our lives and became self-centered I think. I missed my old days with my friends. Today's photo is Nesrin's legs! We had a lot of laughs with Seyhan. Actually she has very nice legs as you can see but... I took 2 photos, so you can see why it was so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZnYbGLZMnI/AAAAAAAABA4/0uGf7shLHk8/s1600-h/IMG_8920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303507996231938674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZnYbGLZMnI/AAAAAAAABA4/0uGf7shLHk8/s320/IMG_8920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZnP9tbgsUI/AAAAAAAABAw/pwMiU1y2ekU/s1600-h/day+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303498695279423810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZnP9tbgsUI/AAAAAAAABAw/pwMiU1y2ekU/s320/day+45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had nice black shoes and red coat but she was freezing when arrived to house and changed her shoes first, so we had a little fun with her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who knows what is best for a sandgrin&lt;br /&gt;or a drop of water, who opens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and closes our ability to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Keep your friends warm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZnP4fbaKuI/AAAAAAAABAo/0EIGksfr2N4/s1600-h/IMG_8920.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZnP4fbaKuI/AAAAAAAABAo/0EIGksfr2N4/s1600-h/IMG_8920.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-6232322027703122532?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6232322027703122532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=6232322027703122532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/6232322027703122532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/6232322027703122532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZnNy0gXooI/AAAAAAAABAY/n8kb9nZ7C5E/s72-c/day+46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-1417345971333504171</id><published>2009-02-14T18:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:46:44.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZb1TAiZCcI/AAAAAAAABAA/BKMhsqXRJzA/s1600-h/sunset+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302695318185904578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZb1TAiZCcI/AAAAAAAABAA/BKMhsqXRJzA/s320/sunset+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My First Love Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The minute I heard my first love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started looking for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not knowing how blind that was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They are in each other all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-1417345971333504171?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1417345971333504171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=1417345971333504171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/1417345971333504171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/1417345971333504171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-love-story-minute-i-heard-my.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZb1TAiZCcI/AAAAAAAABAA/BKMhsqXRJzA/s72-c/sunset+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-1293528024888491719</id><published>2009-02-13T21:15:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:48:22.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, childhood and others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 44th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302671538705539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZbfq3EeIjI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ufcsuXmJuLY/s320/day+44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is young again. And don't mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the past. Do you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beloved is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain, wind, cat, love, internet... who am I to want more from the universe? :) As you can understand I couldn't go to outside to take photos. I am listening the music and wind and wandering if the roof will fly or not :) It's playing right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's get together and feel allright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 43rd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302668339374540274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZbcwoohRfI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ut4SfoqQpEk/s320/day+43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An empty mirror and your worst destructive habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when they are held upto each other, that is when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the real making begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what art and crafting are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Travel bug bite me again but I am only scratching. I love this chocolate box with the hotel logos on it from all over the world and my passport. It is the money box for my passport and foreign currencies and saved money for travels by me. Sometimes I take them out and staring, this doesn't show that I am a mad girl, or it does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 42nd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302685902798806802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZbsu9fLXxI/AAAAAAAAA_w/h-NhLjVMJ8Q/s320/day+42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Husam, tell about the visions of Daquqi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who said, I have traveled east and west&lt;br /&gt;not knowing which way I was going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;following the moon, lost inside God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Kabataş ferry dock where I use to go to west or come from east ! Actually what is the east and west? Who decided which one is it? And if you are in India Istanbul is west. If you are in Greece it is east. Really? Is it only a line to divide us east-west, north-south? I am against all the borders, all the prejudices, all the politics and time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 40th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302687135336958194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZbt2tDLCPI/AAAAAAAAA_4/urun1OoH34E/s320/day+40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A human being is essentially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a spirit-eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever you really see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you are that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, maybe the quality of the photo is not good for you but I took this shot from bus and it was a rainy day, and I love this photo. This is Koumquat Coffee at Ortakoy area. There was an old house with a small garden there more than 30 years ago. You have been felt to fall down on the street when you sit on the closed balcony(cumba). I lived in this house more than 7 years, then my father bought a new house in Ortaköy and we moved to this more modern (!) apartment. If they were asked to me about moving thing I would say "NO" but they didn't. To be child in Ortaköy was amazing. We were going to seaside almost everyday. There was a bike renter, my elder sister Bahar was renting bike from him. I was renting 4 wheel bike(yesss, I know what you are telling). Now, I look at this ugly building when I am passing through every time and crying for old days... This is too much :) of course I am not crying but I am missing old days, is this a sign of getting old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 41st day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302661192807848722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZbWQpmPmxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/YG5YkGUMtbg/s320/day+41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have brought you a mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at youself and remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worse part of the 365 project, you have to take everyday a photo even you don't feel in a mood for photography or the weather cloudy, dark and wet. But I have to keep doing... This photo is one of them. The light wasn't good, it was raining, i wasn't feel all right. But when I played the Rumi game with this photo it made sense a little bit. Photos or days like this one are mirrors for me which the universe sent. If I see dark side at the mirror how can I wait good things from the universe? So... shine baby shine ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-1293528024888491719?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1293528024888491719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=1293528024888491719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/1293528024888491719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/1293528024888491719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_13.html' title='Love, childhood and others'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SZbfq3EeIjI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ufcsuXmJuLY/s72-c/day+44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-2853312425946076421</id><published>2009-02-08T13:58:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:19:36.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat's life</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day 39th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am telling you, it's easy life... If you are cute enough and can meoowww at the right tone at the right time, you can get whatever you want. I will come as a cat next time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY7Jih35u6I/AAAAAAAAA-M/a5OkyMWCrWw/s1600-h/day+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300395406507228066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY7Jih35u6I/AAAAAAAAA-M/a5OkyMWCrWw/s320/day+39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soul, if you want to learn secrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your heart must forget about shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and dignity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are God's lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet you worry what people are saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rumi's words always touch to the right point at the right time inside me. This is my life, my choises, my point of view and I can do whatever I want with them... I call anyone a friend who extends my life in a good way with his/her constractive critisizm. Life is too short to make it complicated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY7OxgG3-FI/AAAAAAAAA-c/71nzOJp8ChI/s1600-h/IMG_8844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300401161289332818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY7OxgG3-FI/AAAAAAAAA-c/71nzOJp8ChI/s320/IMG_8844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up with storm today and at some point I worried about the roof will fly to the sea !! I fed Gato and she did not come back. hmmmmm, she has something to do recently, I don't know if it's time for cats. After she knocked the door on, yes she does it. She came inside like an alien is following her, shaked her body and went her corner. Cat's life; eat, have sex, sleep, stretched out and again... easy lovely easy lovely easy lovely....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY7Olttow8I/AAAAAAAAA-U/Mk6tDao_U-A/s1600-h/IMG_8836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300400958783144898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY7Olttow8I/AAAAAAAAA-U/Mk6tDao_U-A/s320/IMG_8836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She saw her boyfriend and run to the window to look at him. I opened the door and let her go out but she wanted to stay inside. We all have choises even the cats... Comfort, easy life, fears are effect our decisions, so you must be brave to risk everything and change your life. Doesn't matter small or big changes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_effect"&gt;Beacuse the flap of a butterfly’s wings in Brazil set off a tornado in Texas... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice sunday as much as mine ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-2853312425946076421?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2853312425946076421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=2853312425946076421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/2853312425946076421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/2853312425946076421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/cats-life.html' title='Cat&apos;s life'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY7Jih35u6I/AAAAAAAAA-M/a5OkyMWCrWw/s72-c/day+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-3894573180335014099</id><published>2009-02-07T20:28:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:09:27.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it already spring?</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 34 th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3jTuFydyI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_xmk_1bDtGk/s1600-h/day+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300142264414271266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3jTuFydyI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_xmk_1bDtGk/s320/day+34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the writer's becomes a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as the tool the workman uses day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;becomes deeply familiar, so her filigreed throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was her one attachment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to introduce you my best friend at work, Rukiye. We are friends since 1993 and she is 15 years older than me, it means that she was my age when we met first. We've been talking about anything, from love to the endless space. I am sure you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 35th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3oDoQlaqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/FJ0oFRbpt5w/s1600-h/day+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300147485529172642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3oDoQlaqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/FJ0oFRbpt5w/s320/day+35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3WyA6WJzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/2-lDsWPFjyk/s1600-h/day+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to want buyers for my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I wish someone would by me away from words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a walk after work with Rukiye today. The weather was pretty good, there were a lot of fisherman at the sea side. We walked and talked about work and life. It would be great if we could get the best in every part of life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 36th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3Xyey8_oI/AAAAAAAAA8k/vaw1yT0o1u0/s1600-h/day+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300129598745149058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3Xyey8_oI/AAAAAAAAA8k/vaw1yT0o1u0/s320/day+36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a man makes up a story for his child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he becomes a father and a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;together, listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the first ferry with Sam today. He is going to Greece to renew his visa.We had the position to take a nap :) But after I took this photo we realized that we are not sleeping. I started to take a nap on the ferry last 1-2 months, I don't like it but I think my body needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 37th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300144610169160114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3lcQtVgbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/iHuv-pPh4EQ/s320/day+37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ask what love can make or do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at the colors of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The riverwater moving in all rivers at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3ZCYO_orI/AAAAAAAAA8s/jC2wG8K9eSY/s1600-h/day+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this photo from bus. The traffic was awful around Bebek, like " adım adım" (step by step). I had this wonderful sunset. Colors were amazing, I wish I could be able to draw this sunset. Bebek is also a harbour for small and medium size boats. This is a gulet which named "Leaf in Love", nice one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 38th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close these eyes to open the other&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3mV_xnUTI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ulNU_KwJVOw/s1600-h/day+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300145602056114482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3mV_xnUTI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ulNU_KwJVOw/s320/day+38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the center brighten your sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it rains at the weekends. Doesn't she (!) know that I am looking forward the weekends to walk, take photos, get warmth with sun! Also we had a photography meeting for this sunday but they cancelled because of the weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, There are nice things too... For example small rain drops on a pink rose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you had a nice saturday as much as mine ;) and I am sure tomorrow will be better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace &amp;amp; Pink rose fairy&lt;br /&gt;&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/7077158940235486648-3894573180335014099?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3894573180335014099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=3894573180335014099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/3894573180335014099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/3894573180335014099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_07.html' title='Is it already spring?'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SY3jTuFydyI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_xmk_1bDtGk/s72-c/day+34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-2589144139568842042</id><published>2009-02-02T20:50:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:10:23.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>more than 1 week :(</title><content type='html'>... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello My Dear Friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. It's more than 1 week but I am keep taking photographs for everyday, So here are the photo of the days ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdDvGdMzXI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4mCzi6LRPCI/s1600-h/day+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298277963090677106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdDvGdMzXI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4mCzi6LRPCI/s320/day+26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 26th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gamble everything for love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are a true human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If not, leave this gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to catch this amazing sunset at Ortaköy but I couldn't...Days are getting longer now... Do you know what does it mean? SPRING !!! :) Yes, it's coming... and after then summer will come which I missed a lot. The "summer time" is on my head recently.. I want to escape from the city to small places where the sun always shine... I think I need a motorbike for it, but first a helmet. or... a licence for motorbike !!! or... maybe I should learn how to ride a bike first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdF7H0_XHI/AAAAAAAAA6c/AGipPfp4xY0/s1600-h/day+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298280368640580722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdF7H0_XHI/AAAAAAAAA6c/AGipPfp4xY0/s320/day+27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The 27th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The heart is a wheatgrain. We are the mill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where this body is a millstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thought, the moving river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This charming young girl (13th years old) is the daughter of a collegue. She has been living in another city with her grandparents and visiting her mother at the holidays because it's very difficult to raise a child in İstanbul. It's at the 21st rank at the &lt;a href="http://www.citymayors.com/statistics/largest-cities-population-125.html"&gt;most crowded cities in the world list &lt;/a&gt;with official number (9.000.000). But everybody knows that Istanbul's population is around 15.000.000 and this number makes the rank at the top ten cities ! Istanbul is also a very expensive city (at the 29th rank at the same source). There different kind of peeople like everywhere, you can not trust everybody. People need money to live and there are hundreds of way to make money in a big city and some of them are not very good. As you can see it's not easy to raise children here. If you ask me, I think I couldn't do away from my child but life has surprises for all of us and we say in turkish " don't talk big" ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 28th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. it's again a title of a poem :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The source of joy&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdLM4gbh7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/shNzEga5hmc/s1600-h/day+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298286171323598770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdLM4gbh7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/shNzEga5hmc/s320/day+28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely Gato, she's so beautiful isn't she? I had some work to do at the head office of Istanbul on wednesday and I finished it till noon. It's very nice to being at home in weekdays earlier, especially if it is a sunny day like this one. Sam played with Gato a little bit, then she got bored again :) She has some concencration problems. She can only focusing a few minutes on something but except food and sleeping... Easy life... I want to be a cat in my next life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 29th day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can you do in a cloudy rainy day like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdPLCC4oOI/AAAAAAAAA68/_PCBkKnX_Lw/s1600-h/day+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298290537570803938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdPLCC4oOI/AAAAAAAAA68/_PCBkKnX_Lw/s320/day+29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdPLCC4oOI/AAAAAAAAA68/_PCBkKnX_Lw/s1600-h/day+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I lay me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to stay awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray the Lord my soul to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;into your wakefulness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so that I can get this one bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of wisdom clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grace comes to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then forgive again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdQ5DKG22I/AAAAAAAAA7E/BOz8l-MJDUc/s1600-h/day+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292427655142242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdQ5DKG22I/AAAAAAAAA7E/BOz8l-MJDUc/s320/day+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 30th day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who makes these changes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shoot an arrow right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It lands left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ride after a deer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and find myself chased by a hog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I plot to get what I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and end up in prison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dig pits to trap others&lt;br /&gt;and fall in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should be suspicious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;of what I want.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is incredible, I am still keep doing this even these dark days... This photo has taken when I was going to work on friday. I am sure there are thousands worse fridays but this was mine for this week and it didn't serve me to feel all right.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdVp_PdP2I/AAAAAAAAA7U/hewf4nOCftw/s1600-h/day+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298297666463940450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdVp_PdP2I/AAAAAAAAA7U/hewf4nOCftw/s320/day+31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 31st day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forms move from inorganic to vegetation&lt;br /&gt;to selves endowed with spirit&lt;br /&gt;through the urgency of every love&lt;br /&gt;that wants to come to perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thinking abouth chilly and burgundy and black ... The life is so simple. But we do it complicated sometimes. It is always same, what we play, it is life. You'll get the bonus if you play well... Don't forget this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no "game over" in this game ;) or.. maybe there is, who knows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 32nd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started to the shortest month of the year. Summer is on the door baby ;) In these thoughts I wanted to take a walk around our small green island but it was freezing so I went to the top of the hill and took a few photo but they were not good. I loved this one as the sunday photo because it reminded me the old times in Istanbul. We had been playing games on the street with friends untill late evening. Actually our mothers were calling us just before our fathers' arrival time. We did not have a lot of homework to do and we were neither in a bloody competition for being first or second in the class, nor to pass the examination for private schools. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298301355270387538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdZAtHct1I/AAAAAAAAA7s/21pjdIDd-YI/s320/day+32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were only a few private school and I knew that I cannot go to them. So why should I mess my holidays??? But now, the parents want their children to make their dreams true and driving them like a horse. Maybe I am so harsh but in my opinion, a child should live her/his childhood, otherwise they won't know how to love, how to enjoy the life, how to laugh and the money will be their god. or did it happen already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 33rd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYddLWQqdnI/AAAAAAAAA70/_r6BtdTlfzE/s1600-h/day+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298305936160093810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYddLWQqdnI/AAAAAAAAA70/_r6BtdTlfzE/s320/day+33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I played Rumi game for this photo, I opened an empty page !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved this old lady with her fragile oldness. Her feet cannot touch on the ground, she is not very comfortable on the bench but she has come to this park to enjoy winter sun. Actually we have a lot of sunny days in this winter, it didn't snow very well. I don't know what shall we do in this summer for water... Maybe I should learn a water dance or a song !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to you all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-2589144139568842042?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2589144139568842042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=2589144139568842042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/2589144139568842042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/2589144139568842042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='more than 1 week :('/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SYdDvGdMzXI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4mCzi6LRPCI/s72-c/day+26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-2704681639793921314</id><published>2009-01-25T11:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:05:13.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend, wooo-hoooo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather is extremely unstable this weekend, it rains hard for a few hours then the sun shows his face. I think the emotional changes mostly depend on the weather or whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday started with sun and ended with rain. We had the perfect timing to go to shoot some photo for Sam's published poem ! Yessss, he is a published poet now. You can read his beautiful feelings about love &lt;a href="http://www.aliasjones.com/"&gt;here...&lt;/a&gt; and the 24th day's photograph is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295175018976114274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXw9n-2X9mI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ogPJoRlgBVU/s320/day+24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They go to the deep love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside each of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I slept very well last night except for the strange dreams, I wanted to be able to write these dreams quickly. In the dream from the night before I saw an afro-american young girl without hair wearing a yellow jacket, she was very important somehow. I think she saved someones's life. After then I kissed Jack Nicholson ! :) I didn't use tong ;) He is the old one and when I kissed his cheek he rolled his eyes and said "Ah! old beautiful days"... And last night I saw a horse cart without a horse running toward me and I was carrying a baby. I tried to turn her head away when I saw the driver of the cart was laying down on the road, dead... Those are the most flashy ones. I had tens or maybe hundreds of them recently ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I woke up, it was raining, Gato was crying for food. I didn't feel in the mood to go shopping and knocked on the next door for bread ! I hear you "lazy girl lazy girl lazy girl"... The 25th day's photo is a detail from the next door's wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295174891363798258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXw9gjdOjPI/AAAAAAAAA6E/rNIleCsCMW8/s320/day+25.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have lived on the lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of insanity, wanting to know reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;knocking on a door. It opens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been knocking from the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little cloudy today, please you enjoy your day...&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; grey days (they are also necessary to being grateful for our lives)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-2704681639793921314?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2704681639793921314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=2704681639793921314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/2704681639793921314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/2704681639793921314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-wooo-hoooo.html' title='Weekend, wooo-hoooo...'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXw9n-2X9mI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ogPJoRlgBVU/s72-c/day+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-1237664865143464710</id><published>2009-01-23T14:16:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:40:40.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>days after days :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a long time again... But I admitted many times here and in some conversations with friends that "I am lazy". Really LAZY !!! I didn't feel good enough to go to work this week and took 4 days off from tuesday. I've been at home since then without doing anything. The weather has been beautiful the last 3 days and I watched the life from the window again, except yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I woke up and hopped to the house work as if a mosquito bit me ;) The living room is very clean and tidy (it needs a little more) now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Project 365 is still alive, don't worry. I'll go back day by day again with photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is the 23rd day and it's raining, the storm almost hit the island, the wind is strong... You got it, I have many excuses to not to go outside to take a photo, so it's from the window again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294481961701212274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXnHSvTqAHI/AAAAAAAAA48/0-AhTD_yQl0/s320/day+23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the marvels of the world&lt;br /&gt;is the sight of a soul sitting in prison&lt;br /&gt;with the key in its hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 22nd day was my cleaning day, I don't want to bother you with my mop and sweep things. So this photo is from the back patio in the morning. There was a seagul on the roof of the house in front of us, actually they were a couple, Sam said they live close to our hippie pad and come for early morning exercises everyday :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294482094430800834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXnHadw2y8I/AAAAAAAAA5E/_uT9TYHBKcg/s320/day+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovers keep moving, never the same,&lt;br /&gt;not for a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; The 21st day I was toooo busy to even go to window to take a photo, so I took that photo from my couch! Sam is having fun with Gato but she easily got bored from that game, you'll see this photo at the end of the post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294482446087564962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXnHu7yXLqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ezWsXn3Tf3A/s320/day+21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evolutionary Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The 20th day I went to work but I felt that I couldn't stay there all day long and I took 4 days off to stay at home for a while. I went to the ferry dock earlier and decided to wait outside because the weather was wonderful, the sun was heating my bones ;) I saw an old lady on a bench near the cafe and asked If I can sit next to her, then we started to chatting. She was knitting a beautiful blue-ish tie-ish thingy :) Her story was interesting enough and I am sure she won't be angry with me if I write about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294482579142842658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXnH2rdNmSI/AAAAAAAAA5U/RPzQsE58how/s320/day+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Human beings, you have a great value&lt;br /&gt;inside your form, a seed. Be led&lt;br /&gt;by the rose inside the rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been living in Heybeliada (the third of the Princess islands) selling handcrafts she made and tailoring. She just had an operation on her eyes but she is still knitting and told me that "I am still working hard because I have to earn my own money. I don't trust anyone, they don't want me to be good". I didn't ask who they are or what happened with her children, I am sure if I asked the conversation would have never ended... She got married when she was 18 and lost her husband 16 years later, raised her 2 children alone. Her eyes were wet while she was talking about when her father took her to watch the ceremony for the first woman pilot Sabiha Gökçen when she was 4 years old. she saw Atatürk there and as she told me "this was so precious like jewelry".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 20 minutes later we got on the ferry, she came to my seat and gave her phone numbers and asked if I can help her to find new customers for handcrafts. I promised her that I'll talk to my friends at work, she was happy and she wanted to give me the blue tie as a gift. I didn't want to take it free but would rather buy it. When she asked why I want to pay, I said that she spent effort (with opareted eyes), her imagination, her time, her money so I have to pay for this. Finally she made a %50 discount for me and we had a deal ;) If you want to stop by her shop when you visit Heybeliada the address is: Şaziment Dikimevi , karakolun karşısı... easy... Thank you Şaziment Teyze, you shined my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 19th day photo is from Beşiktaş again... I don't know if the birds (as you see in this photo) were doing this ceremony before or I just started to pay attention but this " bird dance" is fascinating for me. Maybe a hundred of them live in the same tree (a special one I think) and they start to their dance all together... They have some rituals like making the infinity sign, then separate and turn and come together again. I stop and watch this amazing dance when or wherever I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294482735476447506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXnH_x2DGRI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dzH8TPTtbxU/s320/day+19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ask the moon to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and give its light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show reminded me of the book " Talisman " by Stephen King&amp;amp; Peter StrauB. I was 15 years old when I first read it and I finished the book within 24 hours without sleeping ! It touched me somehow I cannot explain but if you read the book I am sure you'll understand ... There was a part that the main character (esas oğlan in turkish ;)) Jack passed to the other dimension and saw the big birds flying far away. When he came close he saw that they were not birds but men with wings ! he stops, sits and watchs them till the end of their flying dance show. At the end he realized that fliying dance is very painful for the bird-men but they continue to do and maybe the most fascinating part is, this is not a show but an practise for maybe 30 minutes of the show! Jack asks to himself "what kind of person can be happy in such a pain" and he answers himself "It doesn't matter how much pain they have. they enjoy it, they live a mysterious life and the only thing that helps them to live is JOY"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was first time I read a book with two authors so I went to the bookstore and bought one of each of their books to see which one impressed me so much. Since then I became a fan of Stephen King and I stronly recommend his "Dark Tower" series for those who love the fantasy-reality (?) books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... at the end... Ladies and Gentelmen, the worldwide photographer Belgin Zeytin in her pijamas :) This is the 18th day photo I think... Lazy lazy lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294482931280420818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXnILLRWn9I/AAAAAAAAA5k/3L4FCgKOA9w/s320/day+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485235119323826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXnKRRvWerI/AAAAAAAAA50/V-3PMID9HkM/s320/IMG_8484.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think she found a more interesting thing to play ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294483096394234082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXnIUyXjeOI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NZLB8jmqIEU/s320/IMG_8471.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My new blu-ish tie-is thingy, made in Şaziment Dikimevi, Heybeliada :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say good bye with Jack's words today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go then, there are other worlds than these." (Gunslinger, Stephen King)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-1237664865143464710?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1237664865143464710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=1237664865143464710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/1237664865143464710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/1237664865143464710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/days-after-days.html' title='days after days :)'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXnHSvTqAHI/AAAAAAAAA48/0-AhTD_yQl0/s72-c/day+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-2147081387961819130</id><published>2009-01-17T18:14:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:56:44.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love saturdays :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hello my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weekend again and I am very happy... I did not go out today so the photo of the 17th day also taken from the house window :) Here it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292300020185446306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXIG1BvyN6I/AAAAAAAAA40/my1YG7nWWNc/s320/day+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are three....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of us kneels to kiss the threshold-dust.&lt;br /&gt;One drinks with wine-flames playing over his face&lt;br /&gt;One watches the gathering&lt;br /&gt;and says to any cold onlookers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This dance is the joy of existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had another beautiful sunrise yesterday, actually all the sunrises are mostly very nice at the island also the full moons on the sea ! The 16th day photo is from yesterday's morning, beautiful sunrise...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292299885294254610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXIGtLPN-hI/AAAAAAAAA4s/yk80UBwKauM/s320/day+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I would love to kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The price of the kissing is your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a bargain, let's buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to figure out why my photos are not very clear (sharp) on thursday when I was at work. I took lots of photos of my collegues and some of them are very good I think... I made one photo from 3 of them and my 15th day photo is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292299764301272018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXIGmIgPk9I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Qrr9sCJ8j6g/s320/day+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have a body, where is the spirit?&lt;br /&gt;If you are spirit, what is the body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted about the cats and dogs with a lady from island at the dock a few days ago. And when I was walkin to home on thursday a car stop near me, that lady was at the car and she and her husband took me to the house, it was very nice but a little smelly because the car was the garbage car of the island :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&amp;amp;peace&amp;amp;madness ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-2147081387961819130?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2147081387961819130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=2147081387961819130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/2147081387961819130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/2147081387961819130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-saturdays.html' title='I love saturdays :)'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SXIG1BvyN6I/AAAAAAAAA40/my1YG7nWWNc/s72-c/day+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-311098863034708155</id><published>2009-01-14T22:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:49:03.545+02:00</updated><title type='text'>If you didn't get bored from dawns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is day 14 photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291252635204434018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SW5OPMo1uGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/HR5H0Y16aiI/s320/day+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a small green island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where one white cow lives alone, a meadow of an island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I leave home at 6.25 a.m everyday and it's still dark but the sun sends his messenger around 7. It was another beautiful sunrise today i think ! I cannot know exactly because I slept after I took this photo ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-311098863034708155?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/311098863034708155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=311098863034708155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/311098863034708155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/311098863034708155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-didnt-get-bored-from-dawns.html' title='If you didn&apos;t get bored from dawns...'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SW5OPMo1uGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/HR5H0Y16aiI/s72-c/day+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077158940235486648.post-3996488401329315218</id><published>2009-01-13T22:54:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:03:09.662+02:00</updated><title type='text'>days 11, 12 and 13 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hello everybody...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am a little bit late again but to be late is better than nothing ;) We went to Özlem&amp;amp;Hans' house on sunday. Hans is a friend of Sam and I met with them when they invited us to their xmas party. They are a very nice couple with good friends. Day 11 photo taken on the way from ferry to Beşiktaş. This is the "door of the Sultan" of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DolmabahÃ§e_Palace"&gt;Dolmabahçe Palace&lt;/a&gt;. Soldiers guard this door 24 hours, it's a symbol because of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ataturk"&gt;Atatürk&lt;/a&gt; has died in this palace in 1938. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290894851687920514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SW0I1dLNM4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/OGpfqWR64TM/s320/day+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun rises,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but which way does the night go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... This is the day 12 photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290888173738673602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SW0Cwv4CRcI/AAAAAAAAA4E/WdE9wZfQ3wI/s320/day+12p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_White_Goddess"&gt;The White Goddess&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sevda is working at the night shift in the hospital because of she is a student. She is beautiful, isn't she? I took this photo on monday morning after her 24 hours shift ! * When I played the Rumi game for this photo, I did not open a poem page but the writer's page which is talking about &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/de2/newconcepts/wicca/amergin.html"&gt;Amergin's Song&lt;/a&gt;. and my finger was on the word that you see as title !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And day 13 photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290889028374959922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SW0DifpNFzI/AAAAAAAAA4M/JJIPs5ctrcI/s320/day+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a strange frenzy in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of birds flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;each particle circulating on its own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is the one I love everywhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went to Taksim to spend my cloth money today. Government give us cloth money everyyear to buy new work uniform but they don't know the prices i think. The money is 19 Tl (9 €) for 2008 :) I bought a teapot and paid 1 tl more... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This man was selling the bubble guns on the street. The bubbles had amazing colors but I couldn't focus on them so they seen blur :( Finally I decided to make it b&amp;amp;w, it's better...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be continue ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love &amp;amp; peace &amp;amp; selling only bubble guns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077158940235486648-3996488401329315218?l=olivinlove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3996488401329315218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077158940235486648&amp;postID=3996488401329315218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/3996488401329315218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077158940235486648/posts/default/3996488401329315218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivinlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/days-11-12-and-13.html' title='days 11, 12 and 13 :)'/><author><name>olivinlove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724299540108598407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15215421247669357259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YNL4ZvBRog/SW0I1dLNM4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/OGpfqWR64TM/s72-c/day+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>