tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58857721737933470182024-02-19T02:59:37.977-08:00Memories of a cookieDenizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-82001273442578416572007-08-18T12:33:00.001-07:002007-08-18T12:34:16.873-07:00Soon to be in Glasgow!<br /><br />Check this site to keep up with my adventures....<br /><br />Muck.Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-12343636439871689382007-08-16T00:59:00.000-07:002007-08-16T01:20:00.238-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qoThEGJQst0bGcyaUmX0RlgihJeNbU1wXk8FtvbL1Q_p5sIGqE2DXmGjdwhAdhYbxztuUnhp3Cl0Jewdmf1goNY83vJRnGFexs4n20VpMnS97m9q8t-rVDuv1WNHQltdugtXl0smVYhf/s1600-h/DSC04905.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099209888831983378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qoThEGJQst0bGcyaUmX0RlgihJeNbU1wXk8FtvbL1Q_p5sIGqE2DXmGjdwhAdhYbxztuUnhp3Cl0Jewdmf1goNY83vJRnGFexs4n20VpMnS97m9q8t-rVDuv1WNHQltdugtXl0smVYhf/s320/DSC04905.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EUQzceu0SrARCO1PL6W8l2m7t1BaVbjrNJ4P4mI-FrB8U6eL968W3SjngQUv7mCuK_z4kQUBivJxarv55Z-aZ5BZl4wu6hua8rXJOksnmZ0QmhbWGEI5YjLrZHtn02Q9qVkirdS9feC5/s1600-h/DSC04900.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099207943211798274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="303" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EUQzceu0SrARCO1PL6W8l2m7t1BaVbjrNJ4P4mI-FrB8U6eL968W3SjngQUv7mCuK_z4kQUBivJxarv55Z-aZ5BZl4wu6hua8rXJOksnmZ0QmhbWGEI5YjLrZHtn02Q9qVkirdS9feC5/s320/DSC04900.JPG" width="206" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><blockquote><p><br />Beyaz & Pisibuk</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> on </p><p> </p><p> holiday</p></blockquote></div></div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-978108325240596782007-07-26T04:33:00.000-07:002007-07-26T04:43:49.031-07:00My life has changed on 20th July!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDKrrGqjFV-fT1IjT01kn-Z_xma-bA8-3JdVpht4Lx8E4fVysg3d7Xnmp67a8oBTc_05VQeN_RvIh4tWyv45B-dGyvuYceUEnnBgyeKXlhx9UWrW-o8f5mLLTpfPMM_gRKa79H93pmnPB/s1600-h/DSC04744.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091469843452114754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDKrrGqjFV-fT1IjT01kn-Z_xma-bA8-3JdVpht4Lx8E4fVysg3d7Xnmp67a8oBTc_05VQeN_RvIh4tWyv45B-dGyvuYceUEnnBgyeKXlhx9UWrW-o8f5mLLTpfPMM_gRKa79H93pmnPB/s320/DSC04744.JPG" width="283" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Dear Friends,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I went to UK on 16th July upon being invited to Rolls-Royce's assessment center. It was a great challenge which I succeeded and I got the offer from my dream company, at Rolls-Royce! Hopefully, I will start working Customer Management Leadership Development Programme on 17th September. I am so happy about it and I will do my best whatever project I am in. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Thanks to Burcu and Mehtap for accomodating me in London, supporting me and showing me around ;)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On 28th July, I am flying back to Turkey to have a perfect time with family and friends. Thanks to all!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-70063722186688962382007-07-11T04:27:00.000-07:002007-07-11T04:34:29.150-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAkXxW8RvyZ7E3KcWwMO4zPyZ6GRPq0ivr8Hy4PWXWjeR42bkmmKXHqZTjJFDKKKAZSts0QcVCtQ_u1Dm8ncFj1PY1vcwBkRiXE7MqwxZF_5ZVnxcBwwjcQICoMYtV8EVBO1B8pRuy-DU5/s1600-h/Rom07_07+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085901194721377698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAkXxW8RvyZ7E3KcWwMO4zPyZ6GRPq0ivr8Hy4PWXWjeR42bkmmKXHqZTjJFDKKKAZSts0QcVCtQ_u1Dm8ncFj1PY1vcwBkRiXE7MqwxZF_5ZVnxcBwwjcQICoMYtV8EVBO1B8pRuy-DU5/s320/Rom07_07+014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:+0;"></span>Hey Dostlar Merhaba!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Cok yogun bir donem yasiyorum ama kisaca size ozet geceyim dedim. Gecen ay Roma'daydim. Dondum tezi bitirdim, haftaya Londra'ya Metin (Mehtap)'in yanina gidiyorum. Sonra da Turkiye'ye donucem (temelli olmasa da). Roma'daki Colloseo harikaydi ama yine de dunyanin New 7 Wonders' indan biri olmayi bence haketmiyor. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hollanda'daki butun arkadaslarim mezun oluyor, milleti ulkelerine yolculamak cok huzunlu, keske hic gule gule demek zorunda kalmasak..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Bu arada Burcu'nin Foodie blogunu gordum ve tek kelime ile" HARIKAAAAAAA!!!" cunku yemekle ilgili :) Ay, aciktim birden hemen gidip bir elmali pay yiyeyim, sonra da okula gideyim sonra da alisveris... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Herkese mutlu haftalar!!!! </div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-69605251058413735812007-06-17T12:58:00.000-07:002007-06-17T13:03:10.118-07:00Soon...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBbgF7hctM3tA_WItUSPe9F_cjqo2m_6XSRnf5K4BkgJfMJenvbU7YL9XYICfeZQOOwYApesql2-iRM1WS_gLGVbM5N_1dihNDC8eWLA47GU4ur3OEhxytYwJ1GsT4C8-EHloj790a2LZ/s1600-h/chagall-at.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077126082059528658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBbgF7hctM3tA_WItUSPe9F_cjqo2m_6XSRnf5K4BkgJfMJenvbU7YL9XYICfeZQOOwYApesql2-iRM1WS_gLGVbM5N_1dihNDC8eWLA47GU4ur3OEhxytYwJ1GsT4C8-EHloj790a2LZ/s320/chagall-at.jpg" width="286" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18F-Tz1BSSTs-SQouXEbGeqP6vC92xUC1awlwGA_QkH4S8bADyzy_c6Y0zzAWftsw9yVt-kFkxVzRLR1mF5Q47TyXtPzFKgXnXU-9nNE4G4vi5SMSDdq6Vcde9IByMdIFynlGi8trIbhv/s1600-h/chagall-tb.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love..</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>and be loved in return. </div></div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-2635727513304182142007-05-28T07:05:00.000-07:002007-05-28T07:08:24.846-07:00Chagall - The expression of true love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnqcvOzlg17PSV7rvz8srWChjhENeAl0wX6e35M9G80LWCZ9F0jXPQ9YZqA55XKatxijb8R49IOv_OuxyLoVzxcAj1YHOtyfXeG5cKPepymjaC7yT0M6gPB8sWQinmMfW-MyYC5KMmBcj/s1600-h/chagall01a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069613089883607794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" height="291" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnqcvOzlg17PSV7rvz8srWChjhENeAl0wX6e35M9G80LWCZ9F0jXPQ9YZqA55XKatxijb8R49IOv_OuxyLoVzxcAj1YHOtyfXeG5cKPepymjaC7yT0M6gPB8sWQinmMfW-MyYC5KMmBcj/s320/chagall01a.jpg" width="222" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZ193wpY43fSgky2nxXFNlEqnpa76vDXGEL4HYlR64DRYvg199LOrHL97bmrBs2tjuNLWDrIemmzWWcCsMSlH6Uqfow60bhh5hsZEnPHEE2LdziiZIiqPBvaNnYKT4TDYrs06SiJdOfvA/s1600-h/chagall-tb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069613098473542402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZ193wpY43fSgky2nxXFNlEqnpa76vDXGEL4HYlR64DRYvg199LOrHL97bmrBs2tjuNLWDrIemmzWWcCsMSlH6Uqfow60bhh5hsZEnPHEE2LdziiZIiqPBvaNnYKT4TDYrs06SiJdOfvA/s320/chagall-tb.jpg" width="288" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOofsDUJTOjCwqWXrmhS7PjR9VkBDG5o7mRcHwc8AIFuRxmQTYvTS7OkGtmmVjaRg7lOCavwCJ82gQZ4eAIn38nza2flGx91DaR61Y_l_UxcfSBQDoZjJjNUYYvmfWEagsrsAeo79pgAv/s1600-h/chagall-tb.jpg"></a></div><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOofsDUJTOjCwqWXrmhS7PjR9VkBDG5o7mRcHwc8AIFuRxmQTYvTS7OkGtmmVjaRg7lOCavwCJ82gQZ4eAIn38nza2flGx91DaR61Y_l_UxcfSBQDoZjJjNUYYvmfWEagsrsAeo79pgAv/s1600-h/chagall-tb.jpg"></a></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOofsDUJTOjCwqWXrmhS7PjR9VkBDG5o7mRcHwc8AIFuRxmQTYvTS7OkGtmmVjaRg7lOCavwCJ82gQZ4eAIn38nza2flGx91DaR61Y_l_UxcfSBQDoZjJjNUYYvmfWEagsrsAeo79pgAv/s1600-h/chagall-tb.jpg"></a> </div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-67527294377265800812007-05-25T04:48:00.000-07:002007-05-25T04:56:06.139-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZySYIs-X421xFpUVkOaqMM8AYT6uNfAnx3lARAvmcwcX0I04b9b2zBgD2NX4uHywkYvUnzs-3Z_LhNVvEjMQF5Zrp5NYSrBI8nUj-xOMcUu9rGAqjZw2Z9DuWmfz98LoE8r_nUbfcXuQD/s1600-h/G%C3%B6r%C3%BCnt%C3%BC000.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068465620651004626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="287" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZySYIs-X421xFpUVkOaqMM8AYT6uNfAnx3lARAvmcwcX0I04b9b2zBgD2NX4uHywkYvUnzs-3Z_LhNVvEjMQF5Zrp5NYSrBI8nUj-xOMcUu9rGAqjZw2Z9DuWmfz98LoE8r_nUbfcXuQD/s320/G%C3%B6r%C3%BCnt%C3%BC000.jpg" width="215" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Ohhh, var mi su Pisibuk'ten dertsizi... Urmus durmus kudurmus...Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-41612518823609888712007-05-24T05:59:00.001-07:002007-05-26T13:57:35.382-07:00Songs from my favourite high school band...There’s no need to argue anymore<br />I gave all I could<br />But he left me so sore<br />And the thing that makes me mad<br />Is the one thing that I had<br /><br />I knew, I knew, I’d lose you<br />You’ll always be special to me<br /><br />And I remember all the<br />Things we once shared<br />Watching tv movies on<br />The living room armchair<br /><br />But they say it will work out fine<br />Was it all a waste of time<br />Cause I knew, I knew, I’d lose you<br />You’ll always be special to me<br /><br />Will I forget in time<br />You said I was on your mind<br />There’s no need to argue<br />No need to argue anymore<br />There’s no need to argue anymore<br />SpecialDenizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-4827510219176252152007-05-24T05:51:00.000-07:002007-05-24T05:58:30.203-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-zljm4ErV96W2qowz3EBVZa6-LQUEHtq-2NmBM6GeYs8WsCOywJppPzPRH6F5GilOVuVryppSWJ_hn28OEvnB95svXDSzdv5_QgNQfJ2nWF989XGcgvd465gfH4z6nlLbzQR_Ad7PeZd/s1600-h/IMG00004B.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068110044603536066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="284" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-zljm4ErV96W2qowz3EBVZa6-LQUEHtq-2NmBM6GeYs8WsCOywJppPzPRH6F5GilOVuVryppSWJ_hn28OEvnB95svXDSzdv5_QgNQfJ2nWF989XGcgvd465gfH4z6nlLbzQR_Ad7PeZd/s320/IMG00004B.jpg" width="232" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Lying in my bed again, </div><br /><div>And I cry 'cause you're not here. </div><br /><div>Crying in my head again, </div><br /><div>And I know that it's not clear. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Put your hands, put your hands, </div><br /><div>Inside my face and see that it's just you. </div><br /><div>But it's bad and it's mad and it's making me sad, </div><br /><div>Because I can't be with you. Be with you. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Be with you, be with you, baby, I can't be with you. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Thinking back on how things were, </div><br /><div>And on how we loved so well. </div><br /><div>I wanted to be the mother of your child, </div><br /><div>And now it's just farewell. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Put your hands in my hands, </div><br /><div>And come with me, we'll find another end. </div><br /><div>And my head, and my head on anyone's shoulder, </div><br /><div>'Cause I can't be with you. Be with you.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Be with you, be with you, baby, I can't be with you. </div><br /><div>'Cause you're not here, you're not here, </div><br /><div>Baby, I can't be with you. </div><br /><div>'Cause you're not here, you're not here, </div><br /><div>Baby, still in love with you. </div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-25776079629473978202007-05-22T01:05:00.001-07:002007-05-22T01:06:43.419-07:00Have a nice day to everybody!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GqF3WqVtbOG2QtxBg7Oe7PWGBpr6HsWM1kwPqcArqqo2iRUbA2Y_z0BWAg6eAszkIDJNbJLYGruCZafrt7hWO3X3Bya1MGwwH1s9oYR3FhaLCurGWJoYMp-TCZ4WuM3zEk-9HZROaZgF/s1600-h/23_nisan_2007__6_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067293425291678386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="205" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GqF3WqVtbOG2QtxBg7Oe7PWGBpr6HsWM1kwPqcArqqo2iRUbA2Y_z0BWAg6eAszkIDJNbJLYGruCZafrt7hWO3X3Bya1MGwwH1s9oYR3FhaLCurGWJoYMp-TCZ4WuM3zEk-9HZROaZgF/s320/23_nisan_2007__6_.jpg" width="291" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My Dear Triples,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I love you and I miss you sooooooooo much!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-48026290896057264182007-05-21T14:34:00.000-07:002007-05-22T14:52:29.066-07:00Ve Nazim'dan nagmeler...<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Bir ask icin, yapabilecegin herseyi yaptigina inaniyorsan ve buna ragmen hala yalnizsan, icin rahat olsun. Giden zaten gitmeyi kafasina koymustur ve yaptiklarin onun dudaginda hafif bir gulumseme yaratmaktan baska hicbir ise yaramayacaktir. Sen kendini paralarken, o her zaman bahaneler bulmaya hazirdir. Hani agzinla kus tutsan "Bu kusun kanadi neden beyaz degil?" diye bir soruyla bile karsilasabilirsin...Iki ucu keskin bicaktir bu isin.Yaptiklarinla degil, yapmadiklarinla yargilanirsin her zaman. Bu mahkemede hafifletici sebepler yoktur. Iyi halin cezanda indirim saglamaz. Sen, "Ama senin icin sunu yaptim" derken o, "sunu yapmadin" diye cevap verecektir. Ve ne soylesen karsiliginda mutlaka baska bir iddiayla karsilasacaksindir. Uzulme, sen aski yasanmasi gerektigi gibi yasadin. Ozledin, ictin, agladin, guldun, sarkilar soyledin, dusundun,siirler yazdin. Peki o ne yapti" deme. Herkes kendinden sorumludur askta. Sen askini doya doya yasarken, o kendine engeller koyuyorsa bu onunsorunu. Bir insan eksik yasiyorsa, ve bu eksikligi bildigi halde tamamlamak icin ugrasmiyorsa sen ne yapabilirsin ki onun icin? Hayati iskalama luksun yok senin. Onun varsa, birak o luksu sonuna kadar yasasin. Her zamanki gibi yasayacaksin sen. Acilara tutunarak" yasamayi ogreneli cok oldu. Hem ne olmus yani, yalnizlik o kadar da kotu bir sey degil. Sen mutlulugu hicbir zaman bir tek kisiye baglamadin ki... Epeydir eline almadigin kitaplar seni bekliyor. Kitap okurken de mutlu oluyorsun... Unuttun mu? Kentin hic gormedigin sokaklarinda gezip yeni yasamlara tanik olmak da keyif verecek sana. Yine iceceksin rakini baligin yaninda. Ustelik diledigin kadar sarhos olma ozgurlugu de cabasi.... Sen yureginin sesini dinleyenlerdensin ve biliyorsun aslolan yurektir. Yurek sesi ne bilmeyenler, ya da bilip de duymayanlar acitsa da icini unutma; yasadigin surece o yurek var olacak seninle birlikte. Sen yeter ki koru yuregini ve yureginde tasidigin sevda duygusunu. Elbet bitecek gunese hasret gunler. Ve o zaman kutuplarda yetisen ciliz ve minik bitkiler degil, gunesin cicekleri dolduracak yuregini... NAZIM HIKMET RAN</span>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-36745159859363919722007-05-18T11:54:00.000-07:002007-05-18T11:56:17.225-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7w3GMYo_W0edPDJNT1fmSV6Ln3bRnzeENPWyPC_T0mUuukHHjvSP8_GKq0jbj8rznHllNM2ZYTl7tN1pAgU8nKfac0oN3iOQL_3Q0wbNoNifuXLO03a09kTkk20slaUwJOUV0aFhN-Ai/s1600-h/14+nisan2007+cumhuriyet+mitingi+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065976442289836706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="165" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7w3GMYo_W0edPDJNT1fmSV6Ln3bRnzeENPWyPC_T0mUuukHHjvSP8_GKq0jbj8rznHllNM2ZYTl7tN1pAgU8nKfac0oN3iOQL_3Q0wbNoNifuXLO03a09kTkk20slaUwJOUV0aFhN-Ai/s320/14+nisan2007+cumhuriyet+mitingi+035.jpg" width="251" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Turkey is secular and it will always stay like that... </div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-57601846034119812252007-05-17T05:52:00.000-07:002007-05-17T05:57:17.732-07:00Sorry, sorry, sorry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF87N2OGxwc5PJEZ_3Q7rACYsbAjKtj3KEmAD2eZ91b7gwxaFD_GzlbFS4ippxJCH-uaydJhR3gyaaccSyWb0b2LcQJ913pA1ip2ex9ZpwBIo2GvsxGIyjH5kdJIClyWNWXVMIXFoQnysl/s1600-h/madonna_coad_01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065512826340037266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="163" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF87N2OGxwc5PJEZ_3Q7rACYsbAjKtj3KEmAD2eZ91b7gwxaFD_GzlbFS4ippxJCH-uaydJhR3gyaaccSyWb0b2LcQJ913pA1ip2ex9ZpwBIo2GvsxGIyjH5kdJIClyWNWXVMIXFoQnysl/s320/madonna_coad_01.jpg" width="177" border="0" /></a><br /><div>You're not half the man you think you are</div><br /><div>Save your words because you've gone too far</div><br /><div>I've listened to your lies and all your stories</div><br /><div>You're not half the man you'd like to be</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know</div><br /><div>Please don't say you're sorry</div><br /><div>I've heard it all before</div><br /><div>And I can take care of myself</div><br /><div>I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know</div><br /><div>Please don't say 'forgive me'</div><br /><div>I've seen it all before</div><br /><div>And I can't take it anymore</div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-20236469236876014552007-05-16T16:24:00.000-07:002007-05-17T04:19:30.884-07:00Amsterdam<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaR8dp29vo-vEqSz2k0eWaN1fr8lTRZVH8ygOHmagYpD5ichntmBl2JbaDRY-cNutRHuIRSSqx9XyYBmWhDnUPZ7SusGFRxzw0DBzj2UsJvwMggr_3Kk0JF53x5T2a5aiSjisdxpvPKoE/s1600-h/DSC04242.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065487498917892738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="189" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaR8dp29vo-vEqSz2k0eWaN1fr8lTRZVH8ygOHmagYpD5ichntmBl2JbaDRY-cNutRHuIRSSqx9XyYBmWhDnUPZ7SusGFRxzw0DBzj2UsJvwMggr_3Kk0JF53x5T2a5aiSjisdxpvPKoE/s320/DSC04242.JPG" width="284" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tyuXqms7SXNkBPOVYxGsJmdiutrv9lqWGbdtksU-dSGHvorcD8dFvD7IBJdewXinZFHbSHpN422NoMfcmwZtgIdsh67_I_3B7I7vb2bZimTSbzZlExlVS3M5vIYfP2Etsut3TLSc_IJ2/s1600-h/DSC04248.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>Amsterdam!!! The beautiful city... Why haven't I realized you that much beautiful before? I actually know why...<br /><br />With all its complications, tears, laughs, pains, happinesses, life is so beautiful. I am hopeful, I am strong, I am back ;)<br /><br />Do you wanna try?</div></div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-23110358788257897742007-05-14T14:01:00.000-07:002007-05-14T14:09:33.683-07:00...While they were cutting my hairs, I couldn't check the mirror. My hairs on my head... It became a heavy burden recently. My mind wanted to get rid of them, my heart wanted them to stay.<br /><br />At the end, me... checking the mirror... a face that I just met... checking the floor... an old me lying on the floor...Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-14215135314758004452007-05-14T13:55:00.000-07:002007-05-14T13:58:54.539-07:00Crumbled cookiePetite Princess, Parizyen, TomTom:<br /><br />I feel like a crumbled cookie. Could you paste and bake me again? At least you can buy the ingredients!Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-66933274622552270702007-05-14T11:54:00.000-07:002007-05-14T11:56:33.778-07:00Aşk bitti<br />Elimden sanki minik bir balık kayıp gitti<br />Aşk bitti<br />İçimden sanki bir şeyler kopup gitti<br />Aşk hiç biter mi<br />Hiç bir şey olmamış gibi<br />Boşlukta kaybolup gider mi<br />Aşk hiç biter mi<br />Kalır adımızla<br />Bir sokak duvarında<br />Bir ağaç kabuğunda<br />Bir takvim kenarında<br />Kalır bir çiçekte<br />Bir defter arasında<br />Bir tırnak yarasında<br />Bir dolmuş sırasında<br />Kalır bir odada<br />Bir yastık oyasında<br />Bir mum ışığında<br />Bir yer yatağında<br />Aşk hiç biter mi<br />Kalır dilimizde<br />Yinelenen bir şarkıda<br />Bir okul çıkışında<br />Bir çocuk bakışında<br />Kalır bir kitapta<br />Bir masal perisinde<br />Bir hasta odasında<br />Bir gece yarısında<br />Kalır bir durakta<br />Yırtık bir afişte<br />Buruk bir gülüşte<br />Dağılmış yürüyüşte<br />Aşk hiç biter mi<br />Kalır bir sokakta<br />Bir genel telefonda<br />Bir soru yanıtında<br />Bir komşu suratında<br />Kalır bir pazarda<br />Bir kahve kokusunda<br />Bir tavşan niyetinde<br />Bir çorap fiyatında<br />Kalır bir yosunda<br />Bir deniz kıyısında<br />Bir martı kanadında<br />Bir vapur bacasında<br />Aşk hiç biter miDenizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-88168379633031271702007-05-14T11:31:00.000-07:002007-05-14T11:44:38.229-07:00Derya yeni deryalara yol acar!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaE2rfMHCSsbj0ULrrI8DgQ7Z8hym919QLLbSDX3NycugcuJcTscZMVAput96uI3cSyeqnu0UFE5TTaofKSeWYnyjrK8nHOHTJwakZulJPXzXFlllAZNpD7OWiNKie82037Z457MtaB8f4/s1600-h/DSC02653.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064488728253531986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="197" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaE2rfMHCSsbj0ULrrI8DgQ7Z8hym919QLLbSDX3NycugcuJcTscZMVAput96uI3cSyeqnu0UFE5TTaofKSeWYnyjrK8nHOHTJwakZulJPXzXFlllAZNpD7OWiNKie82037Z457MtaB8f4/s320/DSC02653.JPG" width="249" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Dear Derya,<br /><br />I know that it is difficult to leave everything behind and go to a journey that you don't know how it will end... Hadi cekirgem sicraaaaaaa... Benim bagirsaklarimi calistiran kiz. I will always be there for you.<br /><br />Bit kafa Deniz</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-58316265937447024602007-05-14T07:05:00.000-07:002007-05-14T07:12:50.122-07:00ANNELER GUNU<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVW2EPiMpjWd86-stqI_ADzLHYj55BACXvOCC228tK17hhx5uLbt03w1iUVfgxshm96CR4bPcHZdFAulYnjH0SVeESZl3AUckyKU8E50uEHX5SzbtjjrV1g3qXyIf7NKcHaBADna4b0Ma/s1600-h/DSC03495.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064419059589023538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="206" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVW2EPiMpjWd86-stqI_ADzLHYj55BACXvOCC228tK17hhx5uLbt03w1iUVfgxshm96CR4bPcHZdFAulYnjH0SVeESZl3AUckyKU8E50uEHX5SzbtjjrV1g3qXyIf7NKcHaBADna4b0Ma/s320/DSC03495.JPG" width="244" border="0" /></a><br /><p><br />I celebrate the Mother's Day of all mothers, especially mine :)<br /><br />Hatalarimda, basarilarimda, iyi ve kotu gunumde, her zaman<br />beni kosulsuzca sevdigin ve yanimda oldugun icin tesekkur ederim.<br /><br />Seni seviyorum anne! </p><br /><p></p>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-81659067134700028102007-05-14T07:01:00.000-07:002007-05-14T07:04:15.891-07:00Alright! If we talk about the series, here is my favorite..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTu68JY6kk2ph_8tPoMSNHRaVYigAIJAC6F-guznwpHjpOo8US-H023a_GjiZJmmd5jRhqppUkFIKjmbniLw6-F4xk9zG7wjHzq2intyaVctZ2L7TeBVsYdjvclaQYLwWpTfA3XaneelyH/s1600-h/albundy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064416564213024530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="216" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTu68JY6kk2ph_8tPoMSNHRaVYigAIJAC6F-guznwpHjpOo8US-H023a_GjiZJmmd5jRhqppUkFIKjmbniLw6-F4xk9zG7wjHzq2intyaVctZ2L7TeBVsYdjvclaQYLwWpTfA3XaneelyH/s320/albundy.JPG" width="129" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">MARRIED WITH CHILDREN</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;">Love and marriage</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;">Love and marriage....</span></div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-62940905302675388282007-05-14T05:57:00.000-07:002007-05-14T05:58:42.560-07:00Stolen from Yagiz (but I loved it)<p><br /><br />"...growing up happens in a heartbeat<br />one day you're in a diapers, the next day you're gone<br />but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul<br />I remember a place...a town...a house<br />like a lot of houses...<br />a yard like a lot of other yards<br />on a street like a lot of other streets.<br />and the thing is; after all these years,<br /></p><p>I still look back......with wonder."<br /> </p>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-82761839168493041802007-05-14T05:43:00.000-07:002007-05-14T08:01:03.116-07:00My favorite book<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1D_UhSMkLi50HwGVXxGYQJs5-bCwxApEl1zAOh3tik6Qk50dlkYwSKyAnDVlWdXddUvmnoLgDJ2NVWD8_9w8JULIU-it5bbV1S_6cYLN9JsOS0nKPevRiHnh9vnPX1HH2iHTLBUcchHC/s1600-h/Deniz+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064431437684770626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="139" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1D_UhSMkLi50HwGVXxGYQJs5-bCwxApEl1zAOh3tik6Qk50dlkYwSKyAnDVlWdXddUvmnoLgDJ2NVWD8_9w8JULIU-it5bbV1S_6cYLN9JsOS0nKPevRiHnh9vnPX1HH2iHTLBUcchHC/s320/Deniz+008.jpg" width="209" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Do you know who wrote this?<br /><br />"Imagine that your life is composed of pages and you're living it page by page. There are times that you combine the pages and make a book out of it and later you burn it or save it. As time passes, some of the pages get old; some pages you check most, and some you tear off.<br /><br />My life is a one big book which has chapters inside. There are some chapters I like to read again and again. Some pages I want to tear off and write it again. Before, I used to ask to myself: "Why do I need to read the pages I don't want?" Then, I learned that every page has its order and we cannot change the numbering of the pages. But, we can always start a new book..."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-6826966754717834482007-05-14T04:52:00.000-07:002007-05-14T05:43:34.406-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa267/denizozturk323/DSC04294.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: pointer" height="176" alt="" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa267/denizozturk323/DSC04294.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Soon you may be seeing me at Blackpool!!!Denizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885772173793347018.post-73040185920395209862007-05-14T04:41:00.000-07:002007-05-14T05:39:18.248-07:00Birth of "Memories of a cookie"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa267/denizozturk323/IMG_3079.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 179px" height="291" alt="" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa267/denizozturk323/IMG_3079.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is the birthday of my first blog!!!! Tatatata!!!!!!<br /><br />I would like to start by saying: "Hello to everybody!"<br /><br />I hope to share my life with you through this blog and also get news from you. And, you will be certainly hearing from me...<br /><br />Let the life be a journey that we started together and change it together in a better way :)<br /><br />Love you all,<br /><br /><br />DenizDenizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889996799295434104noreply@blogger.com2