<?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-9306111</id><updated>2009-11-05T15:52:51.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simiole Paris Carnet.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-8705265451789633049</id><published>2009-01-08T16:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:21:03.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2029</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SWYYErVmI8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZrACVZDQpkM/s1600-h/Photo+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SWYYErVmI8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZrACVZDQpkM/s400/Photo+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288941281025074114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demek zaman herseyin ilaciymis. Demek gercekten buyumek kendini ve diger herkesi suclamayi biraktigin anmis. Demek her inisin bir cikisi varmis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, beni buyuttugun icin tesekkurler. Kolay olmadi ikimiz icin de. Simdi keyfini cikarma zamani. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutlu yillar hepimize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-8705265451789633049?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/8705265451789633049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/8705265451789633049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2009/01/2029.html' title='2029'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SWYYErVmI8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZrACVZDQpkM/s72-c/Photo+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-2555153037578264760</id><published>2008-11-14T16:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:42:45.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SR2YVw7JgxI/AAAAAAAAARg/eHDYUFZUtDI/s1600-h/Photo+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SR2YVw7JgxI/AAAAAAAAARg/eHDYUFZUtDI/s400/Photo+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268534638771012370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ulke ulke geziyorum bu aralar, arnavut kaldirimlarinin birinde guluyorum birinde agliyorum, yanimdaki erkek gozlerimin icine bakiyor ve o erkek O. degil, goruntuler ne cabuk degisiyor, kendi hayatima bakiyorum film izlermisim gibi geliyor, artik duygularim iyice cigrindan cikti, kontrolum altinda degiller, ozgur ve benden bagimsizlar. Birisi cikmayi nasil basarmissa dev bir sahnede sarki soyluyor, digeri 15 yasinda ya, kendini tuvalete kilitliyor, ama iste ikisinin yaptiklari da bana teget geciyor, etkilenmiyorum. Bu yeni erkek surekli bana bakiyor, biliyorum ki bekliyor, nostaljik bakislarimin sona ermesini belki, ve ben ona hep O.'nu anlatiyorum farkinda olmadan, dinlerken gulumsuyor, ne guzel bir sey yasamissiniz ve bitmis diyor, kuslar yukseliyor bir yerlerden, basimi ceviriyorum, anlamlar birbirine gecmis corba olmus sanki.Ben de onun elini tutuyorum. Ama elini tutan gercekten Ben. miyim, simdilik onu bilemiyorum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-2555153037578264760?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/2555153037578264760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/2555153037578264760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2008/11/ulke-ulke-geziyorum-bu-aralar-arnavut.html' title=''/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SR2YVw7JgxI/AAAAAAAAARg/eHDYUFZUtDI/s72-c/Photo+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-7293129773586083654</id><published>2008-10-31T17:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:54:56.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seni seviyorum Z.E, sekerlemelerini yedim sadece uc tane kaldi -ama onlara dokunmayacagim, hatira- bugun senin dogumgunun, dogumgunun cok kutlu olsun, gunlerin heyecanla, fotograflarin Italyanca, kalbin askla dolsun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pembe evimin kapilari sana, sonuna, sonuna, sonuna kadar acik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-7293129773586083654?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/7293129773586083654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/7293129773586083654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2008/10/seni-seviyorum-z.html' title=''/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-4227722298942615914</id><published>2008-10-29T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:31:20.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>k.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2089183&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2089183&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2089183?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2089183"&gt;K.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user880263?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2089183"&gt;simge&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2089183"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-4227722298942615914?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4227722298942615914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4227722298942615914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2008/10/k.html' title='k.'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-6403642587091752546</id><published>2008-10-09T18:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:17:50.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bayram tatili</title><content type='html'>Hayatimda ilk defa kucuk ellerine para sikistirdim ve heyecandan nasil gum gum carpti kalbim. Buyumek ne guzel dedigim ender anlardandi.&lt;br /&gt;Optum onlari, optuler beni.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ne kadar iyi geldi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SO4uNMzVSRI/AAAAAAAAARY/p307tPs-b0w/s1600-h/Photo+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SO4uNMzVSRI/AAAAAAAAARY/p307tPs-b0w/s400/Photo+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255188619497654546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yukaridaki benim kucuk kuzinim lulu. Bana benzedigini soyluyorlar, ben de bir kizim olsun ve ona benzesin istiyorum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-6403642587091752546?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6403642587091752546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6403642587091752546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2008/10/bayram-tatili.html' title='bayram tatili'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SO4uNMzVSRI/AAAAAAAAARY/p307tPs-b0w/s72-c/Photo+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-4265433012568022691</id><published>2008-09-17T18:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:38:13.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'>stay connected</title><content type='html'>Bazen calistigim sirketi evim gibi goruyorum. Su an oldugu gibi. Hava coktan karardi. Herkes gitti, bir iki kisi var onlar da esyalarini topluyor, ben kendime ait kocaman bir odadayim, muzik acik "I will bring you flowers" diyor &lt;a href="http://desordonnee.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/08/12/venir-a-bout-de-la-memoire.html"&gt;guzel bi kadin sesi&lt;/a&gt;. Hoparlorlerimi seviyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazen diyorum ki ne yapiyorsun sevgili ben. Su an oldugu gibi. Disari cik. Yalnizken oynadigin oyuncaklar degismis, bir cep telefonu, bir blackberry, bir i-pod. Sen ne zaman bu uclu'den ayrilmaya korkar oldun? Haberdar olma herseyden. Kapat gozlerini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SNEsPWNcyOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nSmEm6ZMzng/s1600-h/picture002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SNEsPWNcyOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nSmEm6ZMzng/s400/picture002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247023683034990818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama kapatamiyorum, zor. Sen henuz bilmiyorsun, ben burada bu saatte bu kocaman binada bu satirlari yaziyorsam, nedeni var. Kucukken findiktim, ceviz gibiyim artik. Kabugum bak ne kadar kalin. Cok sarsildim, sanki beni deniz tuttu ve simdi bir direge tutunuyorum. Biraksam kendimi dusecegim, sussam gidecegim, yalniz kalsam olecegim..Alismam lazim bunu biliyorum. Zaman istiyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama zaman gecerken guzel gecsin de istiyorum. Tutturdum buyudum buyudum diye, biliyorum icimde eski ben. Zip zip ziplamak istiyor herseye ragmen yine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Acaba daha ne kadar bu psikanalitik tutumum devam edecek merak ediyorum. Ama yine de kendimi tebrik ediyorum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-4265433012568022691?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4265433012568022691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4265433012568022691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2008/09/stay-connected.html' title='stay connected'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SNEsPWNcyOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nSmEm6ZMzng/s72-c/picture002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-8028148094082023924</id><published>2008-09-16T17:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:27:18.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>16 eylul 2008</title><content type='html'>Otur kalk, oku yaz, o dil senin bu dil benim dolas, o fotografi cek, otekini sil, O.'na gulumse, bazen agla, bazen sus, bak pencereden gul, bulutlar gecsin, orada bir fil, hemen ustunde tavsan, yaninda prenses, buyudum ben, ama cok mu hizli, hadi biraz yavaslasin zaman, hadi ben biraz nefes alayim, sevdiklerimi cok ozledim, renkleri, burasi simiole harikalar diyariymis onu farkettim, ozledim, durdum dusundum, ama ben uzerine -yine de- bir seyler kurabilirim -dedim-, bu son'du, geldim.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SM_OQ3qIXOI/AAAAAAAAARI/gfz7n1YB7RM/s1600-h/Photo+2856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SM_OQ3qIXOI/AAAAAAAAARI/gfz7n1YB7RM/s400/Photo+2856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246638880123804898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beklettigim icin ozur diler, sabirla bekleyenlere tesekkur ederim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-8028148094082023924?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/8028148094082023924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/8028148094082023924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2008/09/16-eylul-2008.html' title='16 eylul 2008'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/SM_OQ3qIXOI/AAAAAAAAARI/gfz7n1YB7RM/s72-c/Photo+2856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-7779573555535821331</id><published>2008-04-30T11:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:51:27.447+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nouvelle Saison</title><content type='html'>Yeniden basliyorum.&lt;br /&gt;Ne guzel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-7779573555535821331?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/7779573555535821331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/7779573555535821331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2008/04/nouvelle-saison.html' title='Nouvelle Saison'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-590325390820940606</id><published>2007-09-28T14:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:14:00.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnPOUnINM9s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnPOUnINM9s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-590325390820940606?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/590325390820940606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/590325390820940606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-and-me.html' title='you and me.'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-3791630320530266449</id><published>2007-07-17T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:39:49.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yasasin bodrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RpzGdVen_OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2qaTJUSF0mY/s1600-h/CIMG1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088159886305918178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RpzGdVen_OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2qaTJUSF0mY/s400/CIMG1798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-3791630320530266449?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/3791630320530266449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/3791630320530266449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/07/yasasin-bodrum.html' title='yasasin bodrum'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RpzGdVen_OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2qaTJUSF0mY/s72-c/CIMG1798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-4652010313371958775</id><published>2007-06-19T10:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:55:35.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>again and again</title><content type='html'>Bazen bir sarkiyi saatlerce ustuste dinliyorum ve kulakliklarimi cikarip yururken o sarki sanki icimde calmaya devam ediyor -o zaman cok sasiriyorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/4qgujeU8nyIJLd8WS" width="425" height="335" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1v56i_the-bird-and-the-bee-again-again"&gt;The Bird and The Bee - Again &amp;amp; Again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/9306111-4652010313371958775?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4652010313371958775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4652010313371958775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/06/again-and-again.html' title='again and again'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-8563151026151993194</id><published>2007-06-08T18:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:56:08.038+02:00</updated><title type='text'>daha cok yemeliyim ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RmmKEM9ok4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/MCRK5GqSOLQ/s1600-h/dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073738260013421442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RmmKEM9ok4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/MCRK5GqSOLQ/s400/dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-8563151026151993194?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/8563151026151993194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/8563151026151993194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/06/daha-cok-yemeliyim-ben.html' title='daha cok yemeliyim ben'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RmmKEM9ok4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/MCRK5GqSOLQ/s72-c/dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-947021549827008217</id><published>2007-06-03T19:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:57:20.301+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oh la la</title><content type='html'>Gule gule soyluyorum bir yas daha buyudum, hediye olarak cingene pembesi bir gece elbisesi aldim kendime, mami'ye tesekkur ettim beni dunyaya getirdigi icin, uzun bir envanter cikardim hayatima dair, tam su saniye karsi penceredeki yasli adamla birbirimize kacamak bakislar atiyoruz, evinin gorebildigim kadari korku filmlerini andiriyor ustelik hava kapkaranlik ve ben sunu farkettim, sampanya icerken islik calamaz cogu kisi, kendim oldugum icin ne kadar sansliyim, voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RmMArPPJ3kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Cl82WhYNIXw/s1600-h/CIMG1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071898348173778498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RmMArPPJ3kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Cl82WhYNIXw/s320/CIMG1705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-947021549827008217?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/947021549827008217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/947021549827008217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/06/buyu.html' title='oh la la'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RmMArPPJ3kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Cl82WhYNIXw/s72-c/CIMG1705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-4905732741035095986</id><published>2007-05-25T14:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:38:41.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cuma eglencesi</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/L6EvHBM6n10gW8rMw" width="425" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x175kc_mercedes-blond"&gt;MERCEDES - Blond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-4905732741035095986?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4905732741035095986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4905732741035095986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/05/cuma-eglencesi.html' title='cuma eglencesi'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-6650077837953565078</id><published>2007-05-22T19:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:47:10.315+02:00</updated><title type='text'>abla'ya :)</title><content type='html'>Canim benim,&lt;br /&gt;Yaz yaz dedin, yaziyorum. Terliklerini cumartesi aliyorum. Ozgur'u cok opuyorum. Ben seni cok seviyorumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-6650077837953565078?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6650077837953565078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6650077837953565078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/05/ablaya.html' title='abla&apos;ya :)'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-501244217461683038</id><published>2007-05-22T19:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:44:44.659+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yine tutturamadim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RlMrqPPJ3fI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wJdULEK0dJo/s1600-h/ete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067442010366533106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RlMrqPPJ3fI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wJdULEK0dJo/s400/ete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-501244217461683038?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/501244217461683038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/501244217461683038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/05/yine-tutturamadim.html' title='yine tutturamadim'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RlMrqPPJ3fI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wJdULEK0dJo/s72-c/ete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-2481249169002847907</id><published>2007-05-14T23:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:59:10.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bazen</title><content type='html'>Bazen yolun ortasinda bir ayna gormekten daha guzel bir goruntu yok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkjbceM8stI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QrZvdXKXxsU/s1600-h/CIMG1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064539063168316114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkjbceM8stI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QrZvdXKXxsU/s400/CIMG1603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-2481249169002847907?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/2481249169002847907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/2481249169002847907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/05/bazen.html' title='bazen'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkjbceM8stI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QrZvdXKXxsU/s72-c/CIMG1603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-6484648348572158001</id><published>2007-05-09T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:16:01.654+02:00</updated><title type='text'>guneye dogru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkIvmuM8sjI/AAAAAAAAADM/b93SqjSJT98/s1600-h/simi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062661273401733682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkIvmuM8sjI/AAAAAAAAADM/b93SqjSJT98/s320/simi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zamanin nasil gectigine sasirmayi biraktim artik. Guluyorum sadece. Gecen haftasonu Mpl'ye gittik, guneye inmek iyi geldi, gunesli ama soguktu, kat kat giyindim (ust dort kat, alt iki), biraz nostalji yaptik, gecmisi -neredeyse- olmayan ben bile an an duygulandim diyebilirim. Lattitude'deki ikiz garsonlar bana bakip "degismissin, ama aynisin" dediklerinde. Idilik senin evinin onunden gectigimde. Ben su evde de, bunda da, sunda da yasadim dedigimde. Su sokakta cok sarhostum, bunda asik oldum, tam su tasin ustunde bir gece agladim, hemen yaninda bana cicek verdi ilk defa, biraz ilerde...diye diye diye, yurudum. Kosmadan, guney ritmine uygun, sallana sallana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuruduk O.nunla elele. Kucukken ki gibi. Istemedigim hicbirseyi hatirlamadim. Komik gitariyla bagira bagira sacma sapan sarkilar uyduran zenci sisko adami gordum, hic yaslanmamis, iste oyle birkac sey vardi zaman cizelgesinin disindaki. Sonsuzlukta bir nokta gibi her biri. Hic degismeyen seyler -bazen- insana ne kadar iyi geliyormus, anladim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami mesaj atti bir gece. "Hidrellez bu gece, dilek tut, dilegin olsun. Annen". Cok tatli, mesajin altina annen. diye yazmasi. Rakamlarla tanimak hic hos degil zaten insanlari.&lt;br /&gt;Ne dilekler tuttum, ne kadari olur bilmem. Yalvardim Kem'e, nolur sen de yap. Dileklerimizi kucuk kagida yazalim, Peyrou parkindaki gole atalim. Ben inanmam oyle seylere, dedi. Ne aci. (Ne istedigini bildigim icin ben onun yerine de dilek tuttum : ust kismi camla kapli bir Opel-miydi acaba markasi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkI0TOM8skI/AAAAAAAAADU/9dMUj5tv4cQ/s1600-h/CIMG1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062666435952423490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkI0TOM8skI/AAAAAAAAADU/9dMUj5tv4cQ/s200/CIMG1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her yerin kokusu farkli. Bu sehrin kokusunu duydum ayni yillar onceki haliyle, cok sasirdim. Kahvalti ettigimiz rengarenk bahcede minik cocuklar vardi, en miniginin ellerini one dogru uzatarak saskin adimlarla kosma sahnesini unutamiyorum. Bu kudar guzel bir suursuzluk olmaz dunyada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belki de olabilir. Simdi hatirladim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonra trene bindik, ve geri donduk paris'e. Dedim ki kendime ben bu sehirden baska yerde yasayamam, cok zor. Gri rengine cok alismisim. Guneyin renkleri guneyde guzel. Ama goz yanilmalari, her yerde guzel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062669635703059026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkI3NeM8slI/AAAAAAAAADc/AaYMvry7fk8/s400/CIMG1638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. binanin butun on cephesi boya. yagli boya. gercek gibi bir saka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps2. fotograf makinemi sevmiyorum. Sanki detaylari cekmiyor.Ben goruyorum, o gostermiyor. Ben ayarliyorum, o bozuyor. acaba neden.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062671701582328418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkI5FuM8smI/AAAAAAAAADk/HhZJbzgglrQ/s200/CIMG1657.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-6484648348572158001?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6484648348572158001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6484648348572158001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/05/guneye-dogru.html' title='guneye dogru'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RkIvmuM8sjI/AAAAAAAAADM/b93SqjSJT98/s72-c/simi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-7862534342734848494</id><published>2007-04-18T10:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:51:46.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>izle</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/7mIZBQj5CTwlY8tG3" width="425" height="335" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-7862534342734848494?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/7862534342734848494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/7862534342734848494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/04/izle_18.html' title='izle'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-6422145295143579540</id><published>2007-04-01T20:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:26:22.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/Rg__kST83pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qLXn3ifuiGo/s1600-h/prada-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048534706161507986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/Rg__kST83pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qLXn3ifuiGo/s200/prada-2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prada gozlukler alinacaklar listesine girdi cunku artik bir stajerim var: Anna kod-adli 26 yasinda bir kiz. Onunla gorusmeyi yaparken icimden yalvardim "tanrim ne olur, beni kabul etsin !" Cunku megerse madalyonun diger tarafi da ayni derecede stresliymis. Bin tane CV oku, 20 kisiyle gorus, BIR tanesini sec, ohh rahatla, CV dosyasini en alt cekmeceye koy, Alo, pazartesi baslayabilir misiniz? Evet evet, tabii baslarim. 10 dakika sonra mail : Madame kusura bakmayin, baska bir sirketi tercih ettim, evime daha yakin, basarilar. Oldu, tuvalete girip hungur hungur agladim anlari sen gormeyeceksin tabii, acimasiz stajer ! Sana da basarilar !&lt;br /&gt;...Ama Anna kabul etti. Pazartesi, yani yarin sabah 10'da baslayacagina (neredeyse yemin ettirdim) soz verdi. Ama daha komigi gorusmemizdi. Cunku Cv'sindeki cok enteresan bilgiyi ileteyim : Evli !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anna, bizim sirketimizin niye tercih ettiniz, vs vs vs,&lt;br /&gt;- Cunku vs vs vs&lt;br /&gt;- (Daha fazla dayanamayarak) Demek evlisiniz?&lt;br /&gt;- Evet evliyim. Uc ayligina Fransa'ya degisim programiyla geldigimde tanistim onunla. Ilk haftanin sonunda evlenme teklif etti bana. Ben de kabul ettim. Nasil oldugunu anlamadan evlendik. Ama megerse evlilik cok degisik bir seymis.&lt;br /&gt;- (Biraz one egilerek) Gercekten mi? Ne gibi bir degisiklik ? Yani ne degisti, ne farketti ?&lt;br /&gt;- Bir kadin evlenince karsisindaki insani daha farkli elestirmeye basliyormus. O benim kocam sonucta, hani sevgilim olsa belki tepki vermeyecegin seyleri daha cok kafana takiyormussunuz.&lt;br /&gt;- (Aman tanrim, oyle mi?) Biraz daha acar misiniz? Ne gibi seyleri mesela ?&lt;br /&gt;- Kocam demek bile ona karsi bakisimi degistiriyor. Neyi nasil yapiyor, oyle yapmasin, boyle yapsin, kucukken hayalini kurdugum daha var olmayan &lt;em&gt;kocam&lt;/em&gt; olsaydi boyle yapmazdi gibi dusunuyor insan..&lt;br /&gt;- Evet ama, pisman misiniz yani bu kadar genc evlendiginize, yani, keske biraz daha bekleseydim diyor musunuz?&lt;br /&gt;-Yok hayir cok mutluyum cunku...vs vs derken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birden kendime geliyorum ! Tanrim ben bu kizla NE konusuyorum ? Bu bir is gorusmesi, kendime gelmeliyim. Allahtan toplanti odasindayiz ve bizi kimse duymuyor. Panik oluyorum, toparlamaya calisiyorum, gorusme nasil bitti anlamadan onu ugurluyorum ve kendimi tuvalete kapatiyorum. Ve beyin firtinasi basliyor :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ben ne zaman evlensem, daha erken mi degil mi, ama yillar geciyor, O. acaba benimle ne zaman evlenmeyi dusunuyor, evlensek acaba ne degisecek, aman tanrim hayatim nereye gidiyor, yoksa gec mi kaldim, butun stajerler bana Madam derken ve ben her defasinda israrla Matmazel diye duzeltirken acaba birseyleri kaciriyor muyum ? Kendi stajerim bile evli, ben daha sozluyum. Ne zaman nisanlansam, niye kimse bana bir hayat programi cizmiyor, tanrim ben NE YAPACAGIM ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O an telefona sarilip sevgili O.'ya butun bu dusuncelerimi anlatabilirdim. Ama yemege cikmayi tercih ettim. Kucuk salatimi gunesli parktaki bankin uzerinde yerken kendi kendime soyle dedim. Zaman birak herseyi, her sey kendiliginden sekillenecek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalana da bak. Hic te o kadar zen degilim. Anna'yi arayip kabul edildigini haber verdim. Evli bir kadinin basina gelecekleri bana uzun uzun anlatmak icin tam 6 ayi var.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-6422145295143579540?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6422145295143579540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6422145295143579540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/04/anna.html' title='Anna'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/Rg__kST83pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qLXn3ifuiGo/s72-c/prada-2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-9202532204733602110</id><published>2007-03-30T16:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T17:44:03.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TataaaTaaaTaamm</title><content type='html'>-Patronum "kendine artik bir stajyer bulman gerekiyor" dedi.&lt;br /&gt;Doktorum "nasil mumkun, boyunuz artik uc santim daha uzun" demis kadar mutlu oldum -yazisi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/Rg0ieST83nI/AAAAAAAAACs/peKo9ny3I8k/s1600-h/interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047728661059133042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/Rg0ieST83nI/AAAAAAAAACs/peKo9ny3I8k/s320/interview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madalyonun oteki tarafina gecmek demek buymus sekerim. Ben simdi hazirlamaz miyim en topuklu ayakkabilarimi, saclarimi arkadan soyle siki bir topuz yapmaz miyim, gidip bir de kemik cerceveli Prada gozlukler edinirsem soyle kaslarimi catip gorusmelerimi yapmaz miyim : "Neden bizim sirketimizi tercih ettiniz matmazel, 3 arti 3 eksiniz nedir mosyo, Do you speak in english? " Sonra da ufak tefek bir sjayer bulup parmagimda oynatmaz miyim, butun isleri ona yikip saat beste cikmaz miyim, cit cit cit cit havami atmaz miyim ? Ohh, gidip parfumumu degistirmem lazim. Daha dominant birsey almaliyim. Artik sirkettekilerle cok gulup eglenemem aman allahim ; artik benim ALTIMDA bir canli var, ahh simdiden sicak basti yelpazem nerde, yonetici olmak da ayri bunlatiyor insani ohh, bana bir kahve espresso getirebilir misin canim, voluto sekersiz, mersi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simiole harikalar diyarinda, seri 3 episode 2.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Oysa gercekler aci :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sekiz adet gorusme : Her gorusmeden once titreyen bacaklar, kisilan ses, toparlanamayan cumleler, sorulamayan sorular, tam alinamayan cevaplar. (Stajerler degil. Ben. Kimse ustume gelmesin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fena durumlar :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rahatlasin diye yaptigim esprinin aday tarafindan anlasilamamasi nedeniyle uc saat esprimi aciklamak zorunda kalip, en sonunda umutsuzca ih-iihii diye bogazimi temizleyip "O zaman siz kendinizden bahsedin" demem ve o saniye suratimin aldigi zavalli ifade. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baska birinde heyecandan on dakika hickirik tutmasi (beni, evet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baska birinde beni fazla genc gorup yilisik gulumsemesiyle "Gorusmeyi siz mi yapacaksiniz" sorusunu soran cocuga acimasizca "Peki siz 28 yasinda nicin hala staj ariyorsunuz" sorusunu sormam. (Hadi buraya kadar cool oldugumu dusunuyorum, iste o an dursaydim keske) Hemen ardindan pisman olup cocuktan oyle dedigim icin ozur dilemem ve insanin her yasta staj yapabilecegi hakkinda sacma bir aciklamaya girismem. Suratindaki anlamsiz ifade. Tanrim niye boyleyim. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bu sefer masanin diger tarafinda olmama ragmen kendi eski staj gorusmelerimin aklima gelmesi sonucu, gecen zaman ve hayat uzerine 1 saniyelik bir dusunce firtinasi yasadigimi sanarken kafami kaldirdigimda o 1 saniyenin galiba 5 dakika falan oldugunu farketmek. Tamamen sok. Neredeyiz, bu da kim, evet pardon, ne diyordunuz ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gibi, gibi, gibi... Olsun, deneyimdir canim uzme kendini-diyor babam. Benim kizim buyumus de birilerini mi ise aliyor ? Aferim, cok calisma sen yine de. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hatirliyorum da hayatim sen boyle gorusmelere girerken korkudan ezilip buzulurdun, boyle sudan cikmis civcive donerdin, gordun mu nasil da buyudun ?" diyor Mami. Cok mersi. Insanin kendisini destekleyen bir ailesinin olmasi ne kadar da guzel.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bir sonraki post&lt;/strong&gt; : "Simiole stajerini buldu mu ? Gorusme de neler oldu, kim daha cok korktu ? Stajer kiz mi, erkek mi ? Prada gozlukler alinacaklar listesine girdi mi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/9306111-9202532204733602110?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/9202532204733602110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/9202532204733602110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/03/tataaataaataamm.html' title='TataaaTaaaTaamm'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/Rg0ieST83nI/AAAAAAAAACs/peKo9ny3I8k/s72-c/interview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-4853535102251561021</id><published>2007-03-26T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:12:38.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'>surpriz II</title><content type='html'>Iceri girdik sonra. &lt;a href="http://www.sourire-de-montmartre.com/Visite.html"&gt;Suradaki&lt;/a&gt; en ust sagdaki fotograf var ya, orasi salon, O. orada bekledi beni, ben cantayi asagidaki odamiza koydum. Illy'le kocasi O.'nunla sohbet etti bu arada. Ve ben odamiza hayran hayran bakarken dusundum onlarin hayatini : Uc katli bir evde iki minik cocugunla yasayacaksin, Evin tam ortasindaki iki odayi yabancilara kiralayacaksin, isteyenlerle aksam yemegini ve sabah kahvaltini paylasacaksin. Nasil olabilir ki ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RggeYcS5F6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FChWJ9F0Ly0/s1600-h/breakfast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046316787729766306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RggeYcS5F6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FChWJ9F0Ly0/s200/breakfast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Ama oluyormus, o geceden sonra anladim. Cunku orasinin sahibi cift gercekten buyulu insanlar. Hayallerini gerceklestirmek icin elinden geleni yapan sicacik bir cift. Musterileri musteri degil, arkadaslari sanki.&lt;br /&gt;Yukari ciktim ve O.na geceyi burada gecirecegimizi ama simdi hemen cikmamiz gerektigini cunku bizi uzun bir gezintinin bekledigini soyledim. Montmartre'in en daracik sokaklarinin haritasini cikarmistim onceden, el ele gezerken hayattan ne kadar uzaklastigimizi hissettim, gundelik butun dertlerden, sanki cok uzak bir ulkede kimseyi tanimayan mutlu turistler gibi opuse opuse dolastik her yeri. Fotograflarini cektim degirmenlerin, ciceklerin ve bulutlarin, O. gulumsedi. Aksam olurken minik eve geri donduk. Varmamiza bes dakika kala Illy'i aradim geliyoruz diye, mumlari onceden yaksin diye. Sonra O. odayi gordu. Ben onun gozunde minik pariltilari gordum. Sikir sikir giyindik ve sokagin basindaki Lubnan restoranina gittik. Iki kisi yedi minik tabak meze yedik, zeytinyali fasulye bile vardi masada, ne mutluluk !!!&lt;br /&gt;Hayatimla ilgili bir karar verdim sonra. Onu soylemiyorum, sonra odamiza donduk ve hayatimin en romantik bir gecesini yasadim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RgginsS5F7I/AAAAAAAAACY/CvZFR2ZcxP4/s1600-h/CIMG1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046321447769282482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RgginsS5F7I/AAAAAAAAACY/CvZFR2ZcxP4/s200/CIMG1444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....Sevgili &lt;a href="http://aycici.blogspot.com/"&gt;cherry blossom girl&lt;/a&gt;, sabah biraktigin yorumda surprizimi hic de yaratici bulmadigi yazmissin: Belki haklisin, ilk defa dusunulmus bir sey degil, orjinal degil hatta kliselerle dolu. Farkindayim. Ama sen de sunun farkinda ol ki birsey ne kadar klise olursa olsun, ilk defa yasiyorsan muhtesem oluyor! Detaylarla yazdim evet cunku hem unutmamak istedim yillar sonra bugunu, hem de Paris'e gelen birileri olursa, bu muhtesem yeri bilsinler istedim. Sik sik mail atip kalacak yer soranlara artik gonul rahatligiyla onerebilirim : Tek adresim burasi. Rezervasyon yaptirirken benden selam soylemeyi unutmazsaniz, sampanya icin soz veremiyorum ama -cilekler kesin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Adi "Sourire de Montmartre", telefonu : 06 64 64 72 86. &lt;a href="http://www.sourire-de-montmartre.com/Tarifs.html"&gt;Fiyati cok ucuz&lt;/a&gt;, ve rezervasyonu ingilizce yapmak isteyenler telefona cikan Illy'den kocasi Patrice'i rica etsinler lutfen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps2. Yillar oncesine geri donup &lt;a href="http://bitkiselhayat.blogspot.com/"&gt;bitkisel&lt;/a&gt;'in sayfama koydugu yorumlari kaldirmaya karar verdim. Sicacik yorumlari cevapsiz birakmaya dayanamiyordum, gereksiz yorumlari anlamiyordum, ama yine tekrar ediyorum: Hem kendim hem sizin icin yaziyorum !&lt;br /&gt;Mailim de zaten &lt;a href="mailto:simge_simsek@yahoo.fr"&gt;burada&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-4853535102251561021?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4853535102251561021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4853535102251561021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/03/surpriz-ii.html' title='surpriz II'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RggeYcS5F6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/FChWJ9F0Ly0/s72-c/breakfast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-6522088719520651103</id><published>2007-03-25T19:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:08:10.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpriz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RgbZBEUk6iI/AAAAAAAAACI/ErYaV4T-ovw/s1600-h/bizzzzmont.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045959044878363170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RgbZBEUk6iI/AAAAAAAAACI/ErYaV4T-ovw/s400/bizzzzmont.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Mart O.'nun dogumgunuydu ve ben ona bir supriz yaptim. Gunler oncesinden basladim hazirliklara, kimseye soylemedim -ilk defa-, telefonlar actim gizlice, metroya binip kactim baska mahallelere. Sonra O an geldi, Oraya gittik ve O. gozlerine inanamadi . O. cok guldu sonra, bana simsiki sarildi ve bir kere daha asik oldu : -The Happy END-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bu kadar anlatmaliyim aslinda. Icimdeki seytan &lt;em&gt;sus suuuss kendine sakla&lt;/em&gt; diyor. Ama hayir. Yinede. Buyuyu paylasmak lazim. Buyusun, kocaman olsun diye.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris'ten kacirmak istiyordum O.nu ama cok uzaga gidemezdik, sadece bir cumartesimiz vardi. Sans eseri &lt;a href="http://www.sourire-de-montmartre.com/Visite.html"&gt;Orayi&lt;/a&gt; buldum: Montmartre'in minicik bir sokagina gizlenmis iki odali bir Bed-and-Breakfast. Sahipleri iki cocuklu genc bir cift, gorur gormez hayatindan bir daha asla cikmayacagini bildigin insanlardan..EV sahibesi Illy'e gunlerce telefonda yalvardim. Cunku doluydu oda. Baskasi rezerve etmis. Her telefon acisimda bir daha anlattim planladigim surprizi, hayati onem tasidigini soyledim, kabul etmezse kendimi Seine'in derin sularina atacagimi da. Kabul etti sonunda. Baska bir gun atladim metroya gittim. Simsiki sarildi beni gorunce. "Gel odaniza bak" asik oldum. Ama sadece ask yetmemeli insana. Karsisina gectim. "Bu odayi O.na gore degistirmeliyiz, cok romantik ama daha da romantik yapmaliyiz" dedim. Ve bir liste yaptik beraber :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirmizi yatak carsaflari, bembeyaz yastiklar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her tarafa boy boy mumlar ve samdanlar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sampanya, cilek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ikimizin en sevdigimiz fotografi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Benim ona yazdigim bir mektup, sandigin uzerine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duvara dayanmis ferforje bir ayna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yere minik bir masa, uzerine kadehler, puf yastiklarla romantik oturma kosesi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oradaki yastiklarin birinin altina gizlenmis hediyesi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cumartesi gecesi icin o muhtesem dort masali Lubnan restoranina rezervasyon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ve...her tarafa atilmis gul yapraklari : Ama her yere, yatagin icine, yastiklarin ustune, yerlere, banyoya: sirf kirmizi ve pembe tonlari !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;O gun geldi. Kendi evimizde uyandik, saat oglen oldu. "Hazirlan" dedim. "Bir gomlek, o cok hos kumas pantalonun, bir de dis fircasini koy bu cantaya. Gidiyoruz". Inanamadi. Metroda nerede inecegimizi sorup durdu. Minik evin onune geldik. Ona sabah ezberlettigim numarayi kullanmasini soyledim. Kapinin kodunu kendisi acti. Iceri girdik. Ciceklerle dolu bir avlunun icinden gectik. Ve bir kapiyi calarken ben, O. basina geleceklerden habersiz, saskin saskin bana bakiyordu. "Burasi da neresi" ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kapiyi Illy acti bana sarilip O.na da "Iyiki dogdunuz" derken sevgilim tam olarak sok gecirdi. Peki sonra neler mi oldu ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Devami da yarina.&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/9306111-6522088719520651103?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6522088719520651103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/6522088719520651103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/03/surpriz.html' title='Surpriz'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RgbZBEUk6iI/AAAAAAAAACI/ErYaV4T-ovw/s72-c/bizzzzmont.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-5723703035354466890</id><published>2007-03-04T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:11:37.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RetROlkLjmI/AAAAAAAAACA/A6nj1cZWz7k/s1600-h/aaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038209919187914338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RetROlkLjmI/AAAAAAAAACA/A6nj1cZWz7k/s400/aaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herseyi en ince detayina kadar dusunmek kadinlarin genlerinde mi var? Oncesini, sonrasini, sebebini, sonucunu, sagini, solunu, boyunu, kupunu, zamanini, tadini, seklini, semalini, ayarini, onemini, neyin ne sekilde yapilmasi gerektigini, oyle yapilmazsa kimlerin vay basina neler gelecek-lerini....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bazen minik kafami ellerimle tutuyorum, o kadar agir geliyor. Cok sallasam sanki butun dusunceler birbirine girecek. Gozlerimi kapatiyorum ve beynimi bosaltma-ma oyunu oynuyorum. Ben kuveti doldurup icine girdigimde bile bunu yapiyorum, hem de bir dolu oyuncak varken dikkat dagitabilecek, bembeyaz kopukler, dikkatli bir sekilde herseyi bastan dusunuyorum, hicbirini atmak istemiyorum, en azindan duzelteyim diyorum. "Beyninizi bosaltin" yazilarini hic anlamiyorum, olur mu oyle sey, baliksiz akvaryum olur mu mesela ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evet sevgilim hala donmedi. O gelince baliklari denize atiyor. Ben guluyorum o zaman. O zaman, hadi gelsin artik. Boyle olmuyor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-5723703035354466890?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/5723703035354466890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/5723703035354466890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='--'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/RetROlkLjmI/AAAAAAAAACA/A6nj1cZWz7k/s72-c/aaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306111.post-4815738060195965000</id><published>2007-02-25T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:11:07.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pazar kadar gundelik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/ReH9d8a1o4I/AAAAAAAAABU/mJrpDuE2Uv0/s1600-h/lumieres.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035584549253653378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/ReH9d8a1o4I/AAAAAAAAABU/mJrpDuE2Uv0/s320/lumieres.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekar bir hafta beni bekliyor: Sevgilim Istanbul'a gitti. Uzun zamandir yapmadigim seyi yaptim butun gun, &lt;a href="http://simiole.blogspot.com/2006/03/50.html"&gt;hicbirsey&lt;/a&gt;'i, ah nasil ozlemisim. Hic giymedigim ve asla giymeyecegim o yesil elbiseyi giyip kendi kendime fotograflar cektim, (yukaridakinin adi "kac ayna, kac sen ?") sonra mémé'yle yuruduk yollarda ve dun gece onda kaldim. Uzun yillar once mezun oldugumuz lisenin yillagina bakarken bulduk bir an kendimizi, ne kadar cok sey unutuluyor, nasil sasirdik ve gulduk. Cirkin ordek yavrulari gibiymisiz : Hele ben ! Tanrim iyiki buyuyorum, dedim icimden. Tostoparlak patates gibi bir suratim varmis, kisacik diken diken saclarim. Iyiki zaman geciyor, dedim. Simdi erik gibi bir suratim var :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gece onda kalirken baska bir sey dusundum : Cook uzun yillardir tanidigin, kendi dilinde konusup guldugun veya agladigin bir dostun olmasi kadar onemli birsey yokmus burada yasarsan. Eskiden sacmaydi bu laf, herkesle anlasirsin gibi gelirdi. Ama butun engelleri assan da, hicbir yabanci -aslinda- o yanindaki gibi olmuyormus, gercekten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neden bunlardan bahsediyorum ? Bir ay onceydi galiba, mami bir gun telefon acti, sesi cok kotu. Tak diye "gel artik buraya, zaman geciyor, seni cok ozluyorum" dedi. Burada yasamaya gel diyordu iste yillar sonra, ilk defa. Ilk defa butun hayatimi bastan kurgulamam gerekti, sebepler sonuclar vesairelerle. Sonra zaman gecti, gidip geldim Istanbul'a ve kesin kararimi verdim : Daha donmek yok, esyalarini toplamak kolay ama burada kurmaya calistigin hayati birakmak yok. Cok zor oldu cunku zaman gecerken buyukler buyumuyor, yaslaniyor. Yillar, aylar ve gunler daha bir onem kazaniyor. O kadar dusundum ki en sonunda sunu dedim kendime: Nasil olsa istedigin zaman gidersin burayi birakip. Onlarla gecirdigin zamanin suresi degil, kalitesi onemli. Senin hayatini kurmayi basarman onemli. Biraz tatli yalanlar gibi, biraz gercek kararlar iste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonra gece kikirdaya kikirdaya saatleri gecirirken uykumuz geldi. Ama yastik carsafi yoktu sevgili kiz arkadasimda. Biz de soyle birsey yaptik cok sevimli oldu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/ReIFY8a1o5I/AAAAAAAAABc/CPW9GwH0Xn0/s1600-h/yastik.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035593259447329682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/ReIFY8a1o5I/AAAAAAAAABc/CPW9GwH0Xn0/s320/yastik.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonra suana kadar gecti zaman. Demin isle ilgili birseyler yaptim, yaptiktan sonra da kendime kizdim. Niye bu adamlar gibi olamiyorum ? Bundan sonra pzt-cuma disinda isle ilgilenmek yok ! Simdi arayi kapatmak icin sabaha kadar abuk subuk seylerle ugrasmayi planliyorum. Insan kendi sorunlarina kendisi cozum bulmali. Iskoliksen inadina sabaha kadar 24 izle ya da kalk bu saatte kestaneli fondan yap. Kisisel gelisim gibisi yok, mis !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9306111-4815738060195965000?l=simiole.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4815738060195965000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306111/posts/default/4815738060195965000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simiole.blogspot.com/2007/02/pazar-kadar-gundelik.html' title='pazar kadar gundelik'/><author><name>simiole paris carnet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13899495993137327495'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpzAZk7Ji8/ReH9d8a1o4I/AAAAAAAAABU/mJrpDuE2Uv0/s72-c/lumieres.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>