<?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-17737692</id><updated>2009-11-14T01:57:35.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erkin</title><subtitle type='html'>Think Logical</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>336</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-4251545460088238980</id><published>2009-10-31T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:20:45.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy reading</title><content type='html'>Can you guess this story's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One fine evening a young princess put on her bonnet and clogs, and went out to take a walk by herself in a wood; and when she came to a cool spring of water with a rose in the middle of it, she sat herself down to rest a while. Now she had a golden ball in her hand, which was her favourite plaything; and she was always tossing it up into the air, and catching it again as it fell.      After a time she threw it up so high that she missed catching it as it fell; and the ball bounded away, and rolled along on the ground, until at last it fell down into the spring. The princess looked into the spring after her ball, but it was very deep, so deep that she could not see the bottom of it. She began to cry, and said, 'Alas! if I could only get my ball again, I would give all my fine clothes and jewels, and everything that I have in the world.' ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-4251545460088238980?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/4251545460088238980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=4251545460088238980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/4251545460088238980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/4251545460088238980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/10/enjoy-reading.html' title='Enjoy reading'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-7165993983367266270</id><published>2009-10-13T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:13:35.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Öznur Şavkilioğlu</title><content type='html'>Dünyanın en güzel şeyi belki de senin doğum gününü kutlamak, iyi ki doğdun. Mutluluk ve başarı hep seninle olsun. Senin gibi iyi kalpli ve dost bir yeğenim olduğun için mutluluk duyuyorum. İyi ki  varsın…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-7165993983367266270?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/7165993983367266270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=7165993983367266270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/7165993983367266270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/7165993983367266270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/10/oznur-savkilioglu.html' title='Öznur Şavkilioğlu'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-3356225252473619391</id><published>2009-10-05T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:56:13.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God with Indonesia</title><content type='html'>To my lovely Indonesian friend, Evy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;br /&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;br /&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;br /&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;br /&gt;I want moreI don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window, knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get so insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;br /&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;I know where you hide&lt;br /&gt;Alone in your car&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window, knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending every day&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-3356225252473619391?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/3356225252473619391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=3356225252473619391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/3356225252473619391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/3356225252473619391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-with-indonesia.html' title='God with Indonesia'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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This is one of the most common questions for teachers but the answers are rarely the same. Or are they? Watch the video and tell me what you think, leave your comments.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.teachingenglish.org.uk/talk/video-discussion/what-makes-a-good-teacher" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.teachingenglish.org.uk/talk/video-discussion/what-makes-a-good-teacher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-4885909672643981391?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/4885909672643981391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=4885909672643981391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/4885909672643981391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/4885909672643981391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-makes-good-teacher.html' title='What makes a good teacher?'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-8890125160589148854</id><published>2009-09-15T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:40:48.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Dear colleagues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, how are you? I hope you had a good break with your friends or family. So, here we go again! It’s that time of year when most of us are going to start a new term, with new classes and there’s a real ‘back to school’ feeling in the air! I’ve already started, wish you luck. Hope, your new education year will be fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-8890125160589148854?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/8890125160589148854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=8890125160589148854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/8890125160589148854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/8890125160589148854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-2665295714488662742</id><published>2009-08-25T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:39:21.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siyah Yıldızlar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_teNv52CxIpY/SpRoDunmQnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/auRAvFbGncw/s1600-h/August.25.2009.Ankara.Turkey.Copy.right.www.mr-elt.com.P1230056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374034668622856818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_teNv52CxIpY/SpRoDunmQnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/auRAvFbGncw/s400/August.25.2009.Ankara.Turkey.Copy.right.www.mr-elt.com.P1230056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dudaktan Kalbe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aşkı için ölünceye kadar kendini karanlığa mahkum eden bir çobanın hikayesi;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Zalim padişahın kızına aşık olur çoban. Padişah öğrenir, çobanı yakalatır. Hangi kızına gönül verdiğini sorar ona, çoban söylemez, günlerce uğraşır söyletemez... Padişah çok kızar, çobana bir oyun hazırlar. Bütün kızlarını önünden geçirecektir, çoban nasıl olsa içlerinden birini görüp heyecanlanacaktır. Nabzı hızlanacak, kalbi gümbür gümbür atacaktır nasıl olsa. böylelikle ilk önce kızının canına kıyarak cezalandıracaktır çobanı... Padişah tek tek kızlarını geçirir çobanın önünden. Çobanın dünya güzeli aşkı da geçer karşısına ama çobanın nabzında en ufak bir değişiklik yoktur. Çünkü sevdiğini görüp heyecanlanmasın diye, sevdiğinin siyah yıldızlar dediği gözlerini kör etmiştir."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-2665295714488662742?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/2665295714488662742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=2665295714488662742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/2665295714488662742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/2665295714488662742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/08/siyah-yldzlar.html' title='Siyah Yıldızlar'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_teNv52CxIpY/SpRoDunmQnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/auRAvFbGncw/s72-c/August.25.2009.Ankara.Turkey.Copy.right.www.mr-elt.com.P1230056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-4341455394419456907</id><published>2009-08-06T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:05:42.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bir Türkçe kelime 17 ingiliz kelimesine bedeldir</title><content type='html'>"Bir Türkçe kelime 17 ingiliz kelimesine bedeldir."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afyonkarahisarlilastiramadiklarimizdan misiniz ?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingilizce tercümesi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of those people  whom we tried unsuccessfully to make resemble the citizens of Afyonkarahisar?  :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-4341455394419456907?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/4341455394419456907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=4341455394419456907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/4341455394419456907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/4341455394419456907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/08/bir-turkce-kelime-17-ingiliz-kelimesine.html' title='Bir Türkçe kelime 17 ingiliz kelimesine bedeldir'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-3040031641289600264</id><published>2009-07-12T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:52:15.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School at Swan</title><content type='html'>Dear all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayça emailed me to say that she can come to class on Saturday 15 July so next week we’ll have the last two sessions of our course – one on Wednesday 19 July and one on Frıday 21 at the same time as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours&lt;br /&gt;Erkin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-3040031641289600264?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/3040031641289600264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=3040031641289600264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/3040031641289600264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/3040031641289600264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-school-at-swan.html' title='High School at Swan'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-361897235833649621</id><published>2009-06-26T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:15:05.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I grew up listening to his songs, watching his dance. I hope, your songs will live in our generation.. You will be remembered through your music forever. Rest in peace...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Way You Make Me Feel, Bad, Just Good Friends, Man in the Mirror, Leave Me Alone&lt;/strong&gt; 1980 lerde okulda, bisiklette, bahçede, arkadaşlarla her yerde şarkılarını dinlediğimiz Michael bizim için en iyi yabancı şarkıcıydı. İngilizce ders olarak o zamanlar sadece ortaokullarda vardı. Biz onun kasetlerini alıp, şarkılarını ezberliyorduk. Bir yaz hiç unutmam! yer İstanbul, Leventle bahçede Michael’ın dans hareketlerini bile yapıyorduk. O zamanlar walkman kullanıyorduk, onu dinlemek çok zevkliydi. Toprağın bol olsun Michael…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=" width="486" height="412" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" allowfullscreen="true" seamlesstabbing="false" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" flashvars="videoId=1690278926&amp;amp;playerID=10172910001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" publisherid="59121"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Think about the generations and to say we want to make it a better world for our children and our children's children. So that they know it's a better world for them; and think if they can make it a better place.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=" width="486" height="412" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" publisherid="59121" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=13406413&amp;amp;playerID=10172910001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" seamlesstabbing="false" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There's a place in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I know that it is love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And this place could be much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brighter than tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And if you really try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You'll find there's no need to cry In this place you'll feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There's no hurt or sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are ways to get there If you care enough for the living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a little space, make a better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chorus: Heal the world Make it a better place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For you and for me and the entire human race &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are people dying If you care enough for the living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a better place for You and for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you want to know why There's a love that cannot lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love is strong It only cares for joyful giving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If we try we shall see In this bliss we cannot feel Fear or dread &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We stop existing and start living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then it feels that always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love's enough for us growing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a better world, make a better world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chorus: Heal the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make it a better place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For you and for me and the entire human race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are people dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you care enough for the living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a better place for You and for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bridge: And the dream we would conceived in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Will reveal a joyful face And the world we once believed in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Will shine again in grace Then why do we keep strangling life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wound this earth, crucify it's soul Though it's plain to see, this world is heavenly Be God's glow. We could fly so high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Let our spirits never die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In my heart I feel You are all my brothers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Create a world with no fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Together we'll cry happy tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;See the nations turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Their swords into plowshares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We could really get there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you cared enough for the living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a little space to make a better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chorus: Heal the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make it a better place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For you and for me and the entire human race &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are people dying If you care enough for the living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a better place for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You and for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are people dying if you care enough for the living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a better place for you and for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are people dying if you care enough for the living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make a better place for you and for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michael Jackson - Heal The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Benim için hiçbir zaman siyah doğup beyaz ölmedin!. Bizim için her renk sende vardı! 1990’lara kadar şarkılarını zevkle söylediğimiz Amerikalı bir dans ustası oldun. Senden sonra o üstün sahne performansını sergileyebilecek yeni bir pop kralının dünyaya gelebileceğine pek inanmıyorum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-361897235833649621?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/361897235833649621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=361897235833649621&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/361897235833649621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/361897235833649621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-7042432399420541179</id><published>2009-06-22T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:26:03.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fly</title><content type='html'>A hungry boy asked for a meal in a restaurant. The waiter brought the soup and put it on the table. After a moment, the hungry boy called the waiter again and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Waiter! Waiter! There's a fly in my soup!"&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't speak so loudly, sir," said the waiter, "or everyone will want one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-7042432399420541179?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/7042432399420541179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=7042432399420541179&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/7042432399420541179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/7042432399420541179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/06/fly.html' title='A Fly'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-616620054657819926</id><published>2009-06-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T03:35:12.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben ayakta durmayı senden öğrendim</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gittin, kanadı kırık kuştum (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;canım bir yandı anlatamam&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sustum, sözlerine küstüm (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sen konuştun ben hep sustum&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hani kırılırsın siyaha (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;siyahı üstüme çektim ama nefret ettim&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nöbet nöbet geceler boyunca (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sen aylar ben yıllar diyeyim geçen sürede daha çok olgunlaştım...&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Dün güne dize gelince (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;zaman geldi kokunu, zaman geldi sarılmanı özledim, gözlerime bakmanı özledim&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yürek acılara doyunca (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dese de Funda, içim hala yanık, yoksun yanımda&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O tez dönüşün geç olunca (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anladım bir daha dönmeyeceksin, niye elimi elinden çektin, niye lanet olası bıraktın, halt ettin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kendime tahammülü öğrendim (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;içime aksa da göz yaşım gıkım çıkmadı, çıkmayacak belki de, ta ki yanına gelene kadar&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kördüm, bilendim (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sevgiyi hayattan ayırdım, bilendim yoksundum sevginden, çok acı çektim içime attım&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Seni unutmayı öğrendim (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dese de Funda ben seni UNUTMADIM, UNUTAMADIM, UNUTAMAYACAĞIM..&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sen yoktun, ben yalnız kalmayı öğrendim, (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yapayalnızdım&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Acıya duvar gibi durmayı öğrendim, (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;güçlü gördü herkes, yardım istedi fazlasını verdim ama içim bomboş hala ..&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kaybolmuş bir dilin sözcükleri gibi (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;beni bıraktığın o günü ASLA unutamadım&lt;/span&gt;.) Köksüz, bağsız durmayı öğrendim (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vaz geçtim soyumdan yoktun ki neyime bir benden fazlası&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Vazgeçtiysen hep sağanak yağışlarımdan ( &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lütfen söyle beni de alsınlar yanına, bazen bir vuruyor sanırsın en tepeden asfalta çakılmak gibi birşey&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Vazgeçtiysen bitmek bilmez kışlarımdan (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; sıkıldıysan oralarda al beni de eskisi gibi karşılıklı sohbet edelim, söz bu sefer sana bir sarılacağım sanki bir daha gitmeyecekmişsin gibi&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Korkma kimseye ödenecek borcum yok (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Allahın iznini bekliyorum, Seni çok özledim&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yoksaymayı ben senden öğrendim (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yoksaymayı ben senden öğrendim&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;By Funda ARAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-616620054657819926?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/616620054657819926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=616620054657819926&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/616620054657819926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/616620054657819926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/06/ben-ayakta-durmay-senden-ogrendim.html' title='Ben ayakta durmayı senden öğrendim'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-145562166636148638</id><published>2009-06-11T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T03:54:55.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bir veda</title><content type='html'>Bu bir veda, bir tebessüm,&lt;br /&gt;Yaz güneşine,&lt;br /&gt;Bir nefes dağ kokusuna…&lt;br /&gt;Açık kurşuni mehtap içinde&lt;br /&gt;Bir veda,&lt;br /&gt;Kaybolmuş aşklara, hayata,&lt;br /&gt;Mağlubum.&lt;br /&gt;Derin sevdalara,&lt;br /&gt;Büyük ihtiraslara mağlubum&lt;br /&gt;Ben hayatın mağlubuyum,&lt;br /&gt;Derin sevdaları beceremedim mağlubum,&lt;br /&gt;Ben hayatın mağlubuyum,&lt;br /&gt;Derin sevdaları beceremedim mağlubum…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-145562166636148638?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/145562166636148638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=145562166636148638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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aşk&lt;br /&gt;Kalbimde bir sızı&lt;br /&gt;Her günüm gözyaşı&lt;br /&gt;Her anım ah acı&lt;br /&gt;Bekliyorum gelirmisin söyle&lt;br /&gt;Ağlıyorum bile bile yanıyorum&lt;br /&gt;Yine bana kalır&lt;br /&gt;Senden çektiğim acı&lt;br /&gt;Neden beni bulur&lt;br /&gt;Bitmek bilmeyen sancı&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-1575676326970427139?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/1575676326970427139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=1575676326970427139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/1575676326970427139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_teNv52CxIpY/SkTLCzsH0iI/AAAAAAAAAYU/X7RCpC3IuTQ/s400/Winner.Silver.Zeynep.Ozmen.May.2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_teNv52CxIpY/SkTJWuSNQwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/fKXpufiJUaE/s1600-h/Winner.Silver.Zeynep.Ozmen.May.2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be a reading Penguin'....!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;WINNER SILVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zeynep Özmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from Swan English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on winning Reading Penguin Competition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-85105319712036681?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/85105319712036681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=85105319712036681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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do, we'll get a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't care, if I loose my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm already cursed&lt;br /&gt;She's a fairytale yeah even though it hurts'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't care, if I loose my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm already cursed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................&lt;br /&gt;Well… What can I say? Sure when I saw singer Alexander, remembered Line, then enjoyed the song's lyrics. Nice song...congratulation. The Norwegian must be happy that they have a great contestant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the meaning of the song in Turkish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Years ago, when I was younger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yıllar önce, ben gençken &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(Sevgili eski tutkulu aşkını dile getirir.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I kind a liked, a girl I knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bir kızı sevdim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She was mine and we were sweet hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O benimdi ve sevgiliydik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(O güzel kız benimdi tabi ki sevgiyi yaşayan iki tatlı kalptik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That was then, but then it’s true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Öyleydi, bu doğru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(İster inanın ister inanmayın)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I’m in love with a fairytale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bir peri masalına aşığım &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Belki siz hissetmeseniz de ben hissettim, çok zor bulunan ama hep masallarda okuduğumuz bir peri kızına aşığım, belki de hiç o küçüklüğünüzde kitaplarınızda görmediğiniz PERİ KIZI!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Even though it hurts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Canımı yakmasına rağmen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(Onu yaşamak, ona ulaşmak umduğunuz kadar kolay değildi, yoruldum, ağladım, zorlandım, soğukta dondum, çölde yandım, canım gerçekten yandı)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aklımı kaybetsemde umrumda değil!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(Aklımı kaçırsam da hiç umurumda değil senin, yada senin yada hepinizin ne düşündüğün umrumda değil! Sevmeyi yaşadım, olmazı başardım ben evet BEN BİR PERİ KZINA AŞIK OLDUM, Yaşadım çoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooook SEVDİM, sonucu ne olursa olsun buna değerdi, sevmeyi bilenler anlar beni...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I’m already cursed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Zaten lanetlenmişim ben &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Eee dedim ya Lanetlendim, melekler peşimde Azrail ensemde Amaaaan bana ne Sevdim, anlatamam bambaşka bir duygu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Every day we started fighting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Her gün kavga etmeye başladık, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; İşin gerçeği korkum ondan uzak kalmaktı, ne, ne zaman, kim bizi ayırabilirdi, tartışsam da bir kaç dakika sonra gözlerim onu ellerim onu, kalbim onu arardı, gençlikten öte ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Every night we fell in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Her gece, aşık olduk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Her gece onu ne kadar çok sevdiğimi anladım bir başkaydı ilk aşk hele o ulaşılması zor olan peri kızı olunca canım pahasına elimde baş ucumda yanımda koynumda tuttum. Her gece bir daha bir daha aşık oldum hiç ayrılmayacakmışım gibi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No one else could make me sadder kimse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;beni üzemez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Kimsenin beni üzmesine izin vermedim. Yanımdaki babam olsa da, ne fark eder di bir gün annemin onu sevdiği gibi bende birine aşık olmuştum, ama bu onların aşkın dan da güçlüydü, çünkü bizimkisi, küçük dudakların her gece fısıldadığı masallar diyarındaki birbirini çok seven peri kızının hikayesiydi, ölümlülerden sadece beni seçmişti bende onu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But no one else could lift me high above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kimse beni bukadar yukarı çıkaramaz memnun edemez (mutlu) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(Mutluluk bambaşkaydı onunla, sanki onun gibi hep gökyüzünde kalacaktım, sanki kanatlanıyordum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I don’t know what I was doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ne yaptığımı bilmiyorum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Ne yaptığımı bilmiyordum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When suddenly we fell apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aniden ayrıldığımız zaman &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( La... olsun tabi ki ben bir ölümlü o ise güzel bir peri kızıydı...)&lt;/span&gt; Nowadays I cannot find her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bugünlerde ona ulaşamıyorum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Bugünlerde ona ulaşamıyorum, bilin ki onu her şeyden çok özledim, kedimden, çiçeklerimden, en çok sevdiğim ayı yogimden de çok özledim, tanrım beni ona tekrar gönderse ne güzel olurdu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But when I do we’ll get a brand new start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yepyeni bir başlangıç yapmamızı kabul ettiğimde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Bu başlangıçta biliniz ki sevdiğim kasabamı , doğduğum ülkemi herşeyi arkamda bırakacaktım, vb düşündüğümü mü sandın sandın sandınız, hayır saniye bile değil derhal her şeyi arkamda bıraktım, ben bir peri kızına tutuldum, varsın olsun sadece onunla heryer de olsun, sadece onunla olayım yeter bana..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I’m in love with a fairytale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ben bir peri masalına aşığım &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Ben babaannemin okuduğu masallardaki peri kızına aşık oldum, tuttu beni kolumdan, tam kalbimin ortasından vurdu beni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ş&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; [ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; ] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Even though it hurts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Canımı yakmasına rağmen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Canım yandı öyle bir yandı ki derler ya doğduğuna pişman oldun aynen öyle birşey, Ama daha fazlasına bile razıyım, Hey azrail kolaysa yakalasana, HİÇ UMURUMDA DEĞİL, çünkü ben o PERİ KIZINI ÇOK HEMDE ÇOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK SEVİYORUM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aklımı kaçırsamda umrumda değil &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Hiçbir şey umurumda değil onu seviyorum)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I’m already cursed Zaten lanetlenmişim ben &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( Zaten çok tan aforoz edilmişim....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She’s a fairytale yeah O bir peri masalı &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;( ben artık o satırlarda onunla yaşamaya söz verdim varsın ne olacaksa şimdi olsun, TANRIM ne olacaksa şimdi olsun) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Even though it hurts Canımı yakmasına rağmen cause I don’t care if I lose my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aklımı kaçırsamda umrumda değil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I’m already cursed Zaten lanetlenmişim ben. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-2590229142782196010?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/2590229142782196010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=2590229142782196010&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/2590229142782196010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/2590229142782196010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-best-friend-line.html' title='To my best Norwegian friend, Line MYHRE'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-3399489550441289661</id><published>2009-04-27T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:06:13.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Görkem DAVUTOGLU</title><content type='html'>Sevgili Görkemcim, Seni çok Seviyoruz, Doğum gününü candan kutlar, bütün dileklerinin yerine gelmesini canı gönülden dileriz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erkin &amp;amp; Deniz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-3399489550441289661?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/3399489550441289661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=3399489550441289661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/3399489550441289661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/3399489550441289661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/04/gorkem-davutoglu.html' title='Görkem DAVUTOGLU'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-3239349565445556316</id><published>2009-04-26T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:06:28.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyuk kolej 7th ELT Conferences May 02. 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What are the most important problems facing the young learners while they are learning a new foreign language such as English Language? Do we have specific goals for our learners for the next 5 or 10 years? or for coming years? How could near future English teachers describe the new technology in teaching English? Are you planning process of your teaching skills? I think, technological systems might improve our education curriculum at language schools and home. Can you teach over 400 new words to a new foreign language learner in a month? or it’s just a blink to teach over 800 new words to a new L2 by using high technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I occasionally ask those questions myself and guess I can look forward to having more high technology on education. I hope new and experienced teachers share more ideas that I talked those before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-3239349565445556316?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/3239349565445556316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=3239349565445556316&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/3239349565445556316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/3239349565445556316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/04/buyuk-kolej-7th-elt-conferences-may-02.html' title='Buyuk kolej 7th ELT Conferences May 02. 2009'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-8425923661494555710</id><published>2009-04-12T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:43:00.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Başarı</title><content type='html'>Başarı için çalış, inanmak için başar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by İbrahim KANDEMİR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisan 12. 2009&lt;br /&gt;Ankara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-8425923661494555710?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/8425923661494555710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=8425923661494555710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/8425923661494555710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/8425923661494555710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/04/basar.html' title='Başarı'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-8978132549116427945</id><published>2009-04-01T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:20:37.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahar by Fatih ÖZDEMİR</title><content type='html'>Kağıt ve kalemi çok iyi kullanan şair yakın dostum Fatih’in son şiirini okudum. Şairin bahara merhaba demesi, baharı bütün içtenliğiyle arzulaması ne hoş. Adeta düğün coşkusuyla, yeni evlenecek bir çiftin bütün heyecanını yüreğinde taşıyor, baharı kutluyor. Fırtınadan, yağmurdan güneşli günlere merhaba demek bir başka sevinç olsa gerek şair için.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellerin soğuk, sesin de titrek&lt;br /&gt;Bu sonbahar belki bitmeyecek&lt;br /&gt;Rüzgar esecek, yağmur düşecek&lt;br /&gt;Belki sıcaklığım da geçecek&lt;br /&gt;Sen elimi tutarken sebepsiz&lt;br /&gt;Bakarım gözlerine çaresiz&lt;br /&gt;Güvercinler şahit, bir olduk biz&lt;br /&gt;Büyük çınarın gölgesindeyiz&lt;br /&gt;Rüzgarı essin, yağmuru düşsün&lt;br /&gt;Sonbahar biteceksin, son bu gün&lt;br /&gt;Artık kaplayamaz beni hüzün&lt;br /&gt;Yaptık bir başımıza, bir düğün...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şairin diğer şiirlerini okumak isterseniz lütfen &lt;a href="http://www.mfo.web.tr/siirdefteri30.htm" target="_blank"&gt;tıklayın &lt;/a&gt;2006 yılın'dan beri yazdığı şiirlerini &lt;a href="http://www.mfo.web.tr/siirdefteri30.htm" target="_blank"&gt;tıklarsanız &lt;/a&gt;okuyabilirsiniz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-8978132549116427945?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/8978132549116427945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=8978132549116427945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/8978132549116427945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/8978132549116427945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/04/bahar-by-fatih-ozdemir.html' title='Bahar by Fatih ÖZDEMİR'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-5059463694145015175</id><published>2009-03-31T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:24:08.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sevgili Karadenizli dostum Zeki GENÇOĞLU'nun doğduğu bugünü candan kutlarım.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice 1 nisanlara...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dostun&lt;br /&gt;E. YILDIRIM&lt;br /&gt;01.04.2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-5059463694145015175?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/5059463694145015175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=5059463694145015175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/5059463694145015175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/5059463694145015175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/03/sevgili-karadenizli-dostum-zeki.html' title=''/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-57643335179899696</id><published>2009-03-27T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:59:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saatlerinizi ileri almayı unutmayın</title><content type='html'>Güne erken başlayalım. Saatlerinizi ileri almayı unutmayın.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-57643335179899696?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/57643335179899696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=57643335179899696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/57643335179899696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/57643335179899696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/03/saatlerinizi-ileri-almay-unutmayn.html' title='Saatlerinizi ileri almayı unutmayın'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-7261009335490968276</id><published>2009-03-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:03:33.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Policy shops have long queues today!</title><content type='html'>When I saw them definitely I remembered one of my favorites song, it begins like this, listen up, Dear God, you made many, many poor people in my country. I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.But it's no great honor either!So, what would have been so terrible if those people had  small fortune?"If I were a rich man,Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.:)) wish you luck, maybe you can earn that money form Super Lotto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-7261009335490968276?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/7261009335490968276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=7261009335490968276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/7261009335490968276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/7261009335490968276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/03/policy-shops-have-long-queues-today.html' title='Policy shops have long queues today!'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-5361280005659573969</id><published>2009-02-28T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:59:12.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babylon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Babylon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adres&lt;/strong&gt;: Şehbender Sokak No:3 Tünel-Asmalımescit-Beyoğlu  34430 &lt;strong&gt;İstanbul&lt;/strong&gt;, TURKEY&lt;br /&gt;Phone: Tel: 0.212.292.73.68&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-5361280005659573969?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/5361280005659573969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=5361280005659573969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/5361280005659573969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/5361280005659573969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/02/babylon.html' title='Babylon'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-8189154147792132758</id><published>2009-02-17T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:54:02.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazanfer Özcan</title><content type='html'>Hatırlarım küçükken TRT de güzel bir diz vardı, Kuruntu Ailesi, bu dizideki Hüsnü Kuruntuyu çok severdim. Günümüzde ise Avrupa Yakası adlı dizide Tahsin amcayı canlandırıyordu. Bugün öğrendim üzücü haberi, çok üzüldüm, rahmetle anıyor, saygıyla sanatı'nın karşısında eğiliyorum. Allah’tan rahmet diliyorum. Sanatçıyı seven herkesin başı sağ olsun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-8189154147792132758?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/8189154147792132758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=8189154147792132758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/8189154147792132758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/8189154147792132758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/02/gazanfer-ozcan.html' title='Gazanfer Özcan'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17737692.post-755253055518978939</id><published>2009-02-13T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:14:00.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahardan önce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_teNv52CxIpY/SZSETDzCiNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ly7Ken3yPWg/s1600-h/24.Dec.2008.byErkin.P1170976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302008124293679314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_teNv52CxIpY/SZSETDzCiNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ly7Ken3yPWg/s400/24.Dec.2008.byErkin.P1170976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyazını seviyorum, keşke uzun süre kalsan, bahardan önce bir başka güzelsin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17737692-755253055518978939?l=mr-elt.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/feeds/755253055518978939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17737692&amp;postID=755253055518978939&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/755253055518978939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17737692/posts/default/755253055518978939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-elt.blogspot.com/2009/02/bahardan-once.html' title='Bahardan önce'/><author><name>Erkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07709955896243417190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00914877538945223893'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_teNv52CxIpY/SZSETDzCiNI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ly7Ken3yPWg/s72-c/24.Dec.2008.byErkin.P1170976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>