<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005</id><updated>2011-12-01T15:39:58.441+02:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='euro 2008'/><category term='türkei'/><category term='Albert Einstein'/><category term='World Scout Jamboree 2007'/><category term='esc final'/><category term='SIP'/><category term='dima bilan'/><category term='Scorpions'/><category term='drug addicted bees'/><category term='socialising'/><category term='nikah masası'/><category term='ninja turtles'/><category term='shittiest passport'/><category term='hugging'/><category term='popeyes'/><category term='cencorship'/><category term='tmnt'/><category term='concert'/><category term='nazis'/><category term='germany'/><category term='lady diana'/><category term='liza minelli'/><category term='Beijing 2008 Olympic Games'/><category term='visa'/><category term='friendly'/><category term='esc 2008'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='hamburger'/><category term='noctiferia'/><category term='Bursa'/><category term='cartoon'/><category term='serbia'/><category term='shit'/><category term='Ümit Besen'/><category term='pardus'/><category term='gigolo'/><category term='erotica'/><category term='hate'/><category term='samael'/><category term='shit windows'/><category term='loser'/><category term='trojan'/><category term='contrast'/><category term='dormitory'/><category term='Madonna'/><category term='great'/><category term='wordpress'/><category term='fuckmeter'/><category term='nag'/><category term='old design'/><category term='every you every me'/><category term='sarah palin'/><category term='eurovision 2008'/><category term='summer school'/><category term='condoleezza rice'/><category term='eurovision'/><category term='prostitution'/><category term='teenage mutant ninja turtles'/><category term='Banu Alkan'/><category term='eurovision song contest'/><category term='ruby tuesday'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='michael phelps'/><category term='nice'/><category term='capitalism'/><category term='passport'/><category term='Rodolfo Chikilicuatre'/><category term='you can reach me'/><category term='wise'/><category term='estrellita'/><category term='ich bin sehr billig'/><category term='Sims 2 University'/><category term='türkiye'/><category term='Sims 2'/><category term='fast food'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='cruel intentions'/><category term='dickhead politicians'/><category term='hitler'/><category term='fascism'/><category term='maya the bee'/><category term='esc'/><category term='olympic games'/><category term='deutschland über alles'/><category term='ESC 2009'/><category term='internet'/><category term='nur für dich'/><category term='windows'/><category term='anita baker'/><category term='football'/><category term='horniness'/><category term='colorblind'/><category term='bitter sweet symphony'/><category term='linux'/><category term='clever'/><category term='deutschland'/><category term='Sims'/><category term='poser'/><category term='dick'/><category term='Hylands Park'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='molitva'/><category term='tool'/><category term='bin-jip'/><category term='Scouting'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='savage garden'/><category term='one night stand'/><category term='semi final'/><category term='scholarship'/><category term='poorness'/><category term='bist du mein freund'/><category term='neo-nazis'/><category term='blog'/><category term='u-bahn'/><category term='Sims 2 Night Life'/><category term='new design'/><category term='cool'/><category term='susi'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='slovenian'/><category term='Kostas Karamanlis'/><category term='ban'/><category term='virus'/><category term='turkish citizenship'/><category term='ignorant people'/><category term='kren'/><category term='Chelmsford'/><category term='Karaman'/><category term='master splinter'/><category term='to the moon and back'/><category term='sex stories'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='jörg haider'/><title type='text'>.::Living Well is the Best Revenge::.</title><subtitle type='html'>There's a feeling I get when I look..
To the West..
And my spirit is crying for leaving...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-4019739949570486320</id><published>2009-07-27T01:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:30:27.267+03:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long time...</title><content type='html'>HeLLo dears!&lt;br /&gt;I've done lots of things since the last time i wrote here. Some of them:&lt;br /&gt;- I've rented a new house, moved there.&lt;br /&gt;- I've done sth. that i can't write here (sth. i told to Susi), which is so important for my life :)))&lt;br /&gt;Aaand,&lt;br /&gt;soon i have some surprising news about my education! (beware, Susi!) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-4019739949570486320?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/4019739949570486320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=4019739949570486320' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4019739949570486320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4019739949570486320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time...'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8516254594669502517</id><published>2009-06-18T20:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:24:27.694+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeeyooo! He e e yooo!</title><content type='html'>HELLLOOOOO my dear readers! (if there are still one :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had veeeery busy days. Had lot of exams, friends to meet, things to do.. Of course i was on internet everyday; but wasn't so long. So i couldn't surf on blogs. But noooow, i'm on my summer holiday! :D (Actually it's only 2 weeks, then i'm going back to Bursa hell.)&lt;br /&gt;We have got 6 computers at home; but no internet connection! That's why i can't come to net nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,, i missed you guys all and waiting to know what's changed in your lives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8516254594669502517?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8516254594669502517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8516254594669502517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8516254594669502517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8516254594669502517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/06/heeeeyooo-he-e-e-yooo.html' title='Heeeeyooo! He e e yooo!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-885031669112636160</id><published>2009-05-19T02:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:05:36.668+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESC 2009'/><title type='text'>Böhh</title><content type='html'>This year, i havent't watched ESC semi's and for the first time for years, didn't vote. I wasn't interested in it like other years.. Winner is a good song, our song was shit bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday night, my tongue hurt so much and i went hospital to get my piercing removed. I don't have it anymore.. :S:S&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird; cos i had it for 1 and half a year :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-885031669112636160?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/885031669112636160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=885031669112636160' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/885031669112636160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/885031669112636160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/05/bohh.html' title='Böhh'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1425247487196535606</id><published>2009-05-07T04:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:40:44.413+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIP'/><title type='text'>SIP Comments!</title><content type='html'>Hi dears!&lt;br /&gt;It has been weeks since the last time i've been here. Soooo, let's clean up these rusty and dusty place!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write a single word for weeks; cos i've been busy. I don't study much; but still i have lots to do.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here i am! Wiiiith, &lt;strong&gt;SIP&lt;/strong&gt; comments!&lt;br /&gt;This year, we decided on prizes easier. This may be cos, we're getting better on this and we start to understand each other more and more. Also, we reduced some categories; so this is another reason.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some interesting anecdotes:&lt;br /&gt;- While we were deciding on "&lt;strong&gt;important woman on history&lt;/strong&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;As i remember, we couldn't decide on nominees for a while. The most reasonable one was &lt;strong&gt;Maria Theresia&lt;/strong&gt;; but i thought she was a &lt;strong&gt;nun&lt;/strong&gt;, so wondered what she did tha much. Then Susi explained me that, nun one was &lt;strong&gt;Mother Theresa&lt;/strong&gt; and Maria Theresia was a queen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I tried reaaaaaly heard to choose Susi as "&lt;strong&gt;winter sportswoman of the year&lt;/strong&gt;"; but she didn't accept that prize! Susi! Why you're that much principled?! Com' ooon! If there were another girl, she'd accept it immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beko The Crazy, nominated &lt;strong&gt;Madonna&lt;/strong&gt; for every category almost. Susi was a bit mad for that; but we gave a prize to Madonna. So, everybody is happy :ppp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, another &lt;strong&gt;SIP&lt;/strong&gt; is gone!&lt;br /&gt;See ya next year dudes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1425247487196535606?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1425247487196535606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1425247487196535606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1425247487196535606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1425247487196535606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/05/sip-comments.html' title='SIP Comments!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-4516352163049183588</id><published>2009-03-13T21:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:59:06.382+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wie heißt du?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, i was surfing on last.fm. My nick there is "iRemTheOttoman". "İrem" is used for a female name here. It has no use but a female name. On my profile, i've written my name besides. A Turkish guy sent me a message..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X(the guy):&lt;/strong&gt; Hi! wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iRemTheOttoman:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, nothin'. u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X:&lt;/strong&gt; same.. My name is blabla, what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iRemTheOttoman:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, well.. isn't it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X:&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't be sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooosh!! Tell me, why should i write another name on my nick and on my profile since i wrote a real name?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-4516352163049183588?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/4516352163049183588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=4516352163049183588' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4516352163049183588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4516352163049183588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/03/wie-heit-du.html' title='Wie heißt du?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8259082341206326172</id><published>2009-03-06T19:29:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:11:22.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, but i'm not gonna mourn...</title><content type='html'>Non of my close relatives died so far. Well, i remember my grandma's sister died when i was 10; but it doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while i was about to wake up, my mum called me and gave this new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your grandpa(father's dad) died last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Oh yeah? What he left as heritage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donnow if i am a bad person; but i think it's such silly to get sooo sad for a person who died at the age of 70!&lt;br /&gt;Though, i didn't like him at all and i used to see him only twice in a year. so, why to weep?&lt;br /&gt;Am i evil?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8259082341206326172?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8259082341206326172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8259082341206326172' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8259082341206326172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8259082341206326172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-gone-so.html' title='Sorry, but i&apos;m not gonna mourn...'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-209230204828072680</id><published>2009-03-04T23:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:31:32.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Compulsory Relationship</title><content type='html'>As you guys know, i'm a very friendly person. Well, at least to the people that i like. Sometimes when i'm friendly to a guy, he misunderstands me. He thinks i'm trying on him and reduces talking to me (sometimes completely stops without any reason).&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy in my school. Last year, i was seeing him at school.Then i found out his last.fm. I wrote "hi, you look familiar" to his shoutbox and we talked a bit. At school, we used to greet each other once in a week or even less than that. That's all..&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, i heard that he says "She tried on me via last.fm" to his friends. I was really mad when i heard that, cos he is almost half shorter than me, really stupid and horny!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is just one example,, i've experienced many many misunderstandings like that.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of horny guys trying on me. No, not because they try to talk to me. They bother me with "will you go out with me? what will you lose? come ooon!", "i miss you my dear, i wanna know about you better", "i'm longing for you since summer" messages. I'm a kind person, so i cannot say "how dare you try on me with that outfit?"&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;ugly but "courageous"&lt;/strong&gt; guys really really bother me. The thing most bothers me is, they &lt;strong&gt;"really"&lt;/strong&gt; think i may fall in love with them!&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Here are my solution for both of these problems above:&lt;br /&gt;I changed my facebook status as "in a relationship". not that i've got a bf for sure :) today a lot of friends asked me about "the lucky guy"; but i explained the situation. I'll explain it to my friends who ask, buuut, not to the horny guys who are added on my facebook!&lt;br /&gt;2 good things about it:&lt;br /&gt;- Horny guys will stop trying on me&lt;br /&gt;- Guys i like to talk, won't think i'm trying on them.&lt;br /&gt;1 bad thing:&lt;br /&gt;- My "future lovers" that are sexy, handsome and clever,, will go for other girls. (though, i hadn't got any sexy, handsome and clever guys when i was single either)&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;isn't it a good solution? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-209230204828072680?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/209230204828072680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=209230204828072680' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/209230204828072680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/209230204828072680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/03/compulsory-relationship.html' title='Compulsory Relationship'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1632073972484933389</id><published>2009-02-26T04:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T04:22:31.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sprititual Issue Over Here?</title><content type='html'>I normally go to school with nice clothes, nice looking hair, my lenses on. Our school is too big(with 42.000 stıdents) and i usually don't see many people i know, at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i woke up really late and i put random clothes on(which i saw first), didn't do anything with my hair (bed-hair remained) and wore my glasses (the ones that -8 and looks like a bottle). I thought, i'd go, get my lesson and come back quickly. I was soooo damn wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donnow why; but school was even more crowded today. First, i saw a friend that i like so much. Then, a guy who has a crush on me, passed by me without saying anything and looked weirdly at me.&lt;br /&gt;In the classroom, i saw a guy that i hate a lot! He seemed pleased to see me that way.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is,, while i was coming back to home, i saw a very nice-looking guy who i met about a month ago, via net and talked for hours via net since then. At first, i didn't wanna say "hey, i'm x, remember me?"; but then i couldn't resist and introduced myself. I was a bit ashamed first. Still, i wanna say "Heey, i'm not that ugly normally!!" :S:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes what i found out. (i know it's already found out by some spiritual ppl :p),&lt;br /&gt;If you think good things will happen to you; they &lt;strong&gt;WON'T&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;If you think bad thnigs will happen; believe me, they &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1632073972484933389?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1632073972484933389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1632073972484933389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1632073972484933389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1632073972484933389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-sprititual-issue-over-here.html' title='Some Sprititual Issue Over Here?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7237745685876433059</id><published>2009-02-13T14:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:18:13.415+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Secret Garden in My Shanty</title><content type='html'>Last week, i returned to Bursa and my mum &amp;amp; middle brother came with me. Mum and bro. together cleaned the house, moved furnitures, cooked healthy food, bought a lot of stuff for my house... And i just sat and surfed on the internet with my bro's laptop :) I admit it, it was my favourite week in Bursa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some "secret" places in my house. For example, i have 2 toilets; but one is full of old stuff. And there is a window in my saloon. it has some stairs; but full of old furnitures. I was too lazy to clean it up and look at the upstairs. My bro and my mum cleaned there and we discovered something exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Stairs go up to a small attic; which opens out to a big balcony! Aaaaand, it has an incredible Uludağ mountain view! We cleaned there, took the old stuff out and painted rusty bars. There are already 2 tables and 1 chair. Soon, i'll buy a few more chairs and invite my friends over there. We'll be drinking tea and watching sunset :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing i realised is, i rented a dublex house without knowing! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7237745685876433059?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7237745685876433059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7237745685876433059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7237745685876433059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7237745685876433059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/02/secret-garden-in-my-shanty.html' title='A Secret Garden in My Shanty'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-4510455713011813659</id><published>2009-01-31T19:21:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:00:00.046+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slovenian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noctiferia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrellita'/><title type='text'>2 Other Good Slovenians</title><content type='html'>Taddy is my favourite Slovenian- like all of yours are. But i decided to discover another good Slovenians.. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQpavowtAyk/SD3sCrKRJAI/AAAAAAAABvA/ALe9PjFhKBs/s320/estrellita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQpavowtAyk/SD3sCrKRJAI/AAAAAAAABvA/ALe9PjFhKBs/s320/estrellita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 months ago, i've seen a Slovenian movie here, in a film festival. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1085400/"&gt;"Estrellita"&lt;/a&gt;, about a talented Bosnian immigrant guy who plays violin. Unfortunately his family is poor; but his Slovenian violin teacher helps him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The screenplay was cliché, i've seen a bunch of movies like that; but it was the first time i saw a Slovenian movie. I could understand a few words while they're speaking :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the film festival; i asked a poster of this movie from organisators and they gave me a biiiiig Estrellita poster. (which you can see here) I got surprised when i saw &lt;strong&gt;"Tadej"&lt;/strong&gt; writing on poster. One of the actors named Tadej :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SYSPcrQ1nVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FWfIGNeZOBw/s1600-h/nur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297516784507002194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SYSPcrQ1nVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FWfIGNeZOBw/s200/nur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, i was in &lt;strong&gt;Samael&lt;/strong&gt;'s concert in İstanbul. It's a Swiss metal band. One of the support bands was a Slovenian band-named &lt;strong&gt;Noctiferia&lt;/strong&gt;. They were quite good and i admit that, Slovenian guys are hot :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of concert, band members were hanging inside the concert area; i wanted to say them they're good, in Slo; but i realised that i forgot most of the words i know. I should improve my Slo as soon as i have some time ;)&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/12531005-4510455713011813659?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/4510455713011813659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=4510455713011813659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4510455713011813659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4510455713011813659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-other-good-slovenians.html' title='2 Other Good Slovenians'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQpavowtAyk/SD3sCrKRJAI/AAAAAAAABvA/ALe9PjFhKBs/s72-c/estrellita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8345089127135135817</id><published>2009-01-26T14:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:14:10.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cordial Cares For a Dead Laptop +_+</title><content type='html'>I took it to a few places to be fixed and the answers were the same: "it's motherboard is burnt". That means, my laptop is dead now.&lt;br /&gt;I had it for more than 3 years and now i gotta say it goodbye. I donnow if my father can afford to buy a new laptop nowadays, but i'll try my best...&lt;br /&gt;Til then, i'll be hanging in internet cafes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8345089127135135817?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8345089127135135817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8345089127135135817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8345089127135135817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8345089127135135817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/01/cordial-cares-for-dead-laptop.html' title='Cordial Cares For a Dead Laptop +_+'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6294179830447590160</id><published>2009-01-06T16:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:47:07.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative New-Year Celebration</title><content type='html'>This year, i celebrated new year in &lt;strong&gt;Eskişehir&lt;/strong&gt; (it's real this time :p) I was in my friends dorm. We were drinking and listening music, looking outside of the window..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know girl dorms. Here, only girls allowed in girl-dorms. I mean, they can't bring any boy friends in. There are some apartments right opposite of the dorm and mostly students live in these apartmants.&lt;br /&gt;My friend's dorm-mate, used to cut a guy's eyes from opposite apartment, for months. That night, this guy and his house-mates were all at home. He was sitting right next to the window and looking at us. We were raising our glasses, waving our hands to him, just for fun. Then we realised, many other guys from &lt;strong&gt;4 floors&lt;/strong&gt; took it personally. We were only waving our hand to 3rd floor; but guys get out to the balcony from 1st, 4th, 5th and 6th floor for us. We were so sorry for the 1st floor guys; cos they were waiting on the cold, then they tried to wrote us some paper; but of course we couldn't see it. Then they made &lt;strong&gt;"let's get out!"&lt;/strong&gt; sign with their arms. We just laughed, but they waited for hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of "having fun window to window", 3rd floor guy started to write something on his window. When he finished it, we laughed out loud!! Cos he wrote &lt;strong&gt;CALL ME&lt;/strong&gt;, his phone number and &lt;strong&gt;draw a heart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;♥.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend called him and they talked. After a while, we sent them a message and said, "we will go out for a walk" they said, "can we join you?" and we said, "as you wish".&lt;br /&gt;My friend was s0 excited for these guys. We got out and saw them. Walked a bit and then returned to the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;She was sooooo disappointed by him. She said she was expecting more mature and handsome guy. But he was kinda childish and not really handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,, that night we laughed a lot.. But we're still sorry for the 1st floor guys xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6294179830447590160?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6294179830447590160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6294179830447590160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6294179830447590160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6294179830447590160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2009/01/alternative-new-year-celebration.html' title='Alternative New-Year Celebration'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-5297431456614625341</id><published>2008-12-23T19:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:34:11.588+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pardus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trojan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit windows'/><title type='text'>Solutions For a Fucked Up Computer</title><content type='html'>Dear Taddy;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this from here; cos we can't chat nowadays... My computer got a virus on september. It's a trojan and anti-virus programs does not work. A friend of me told to download Windows Service Pack 3 and spybot, then it'll be ok. I downloaded this service pack and it didn't work. So i decided to install Linux Pardus. Buuuut; last night it shut down itself and since then it doesn't open. I don't wanna lose my data and i wanna install Linux. How can i do that both??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if these following questions will look silly; but i'm not into Linux much.&lt;br /&gt;- Can i use torrent, iTunes, Mozilla, winrar, MSN messenger, Yahoo! messenger and other im programs?&lt;br /&gt;- What games can i play? [I know i can't play Sims and it's too bad]&lt;br /&gt;- My HD is 80 gb and i wanna use 10 gb for Windows, the rest for Linux, is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot,&lt;br /&gt;- İrem The Ignorant :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-5297431456614625341?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/5297431456614625341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=5297431456614625341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5297431456614625341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5297431456614625341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/12/solutions-for-fucked-up-computer.html' title='Solutions For a Fucked Up Computer'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-5714948502474584254</id><published>2008-12-18T00:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:13:02.771+02:00</updated><title type='text'>how long till i hit the ground?</title><content type='html'>Nowadays i'm going through bad days. still, i have nothing to write.. but i thought i need to sketch sth.. so here we go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-5714948502474584254?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/5714948502474584254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=5714948502474584254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5714948502474584254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5714948502474584254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-long-till-i-hit-ground.html' title='how long till i hit the ground?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-9131475341068148276</id><published>2008-11-28T20:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:15:23.497+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='susi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>Sweet 19...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05 October 2005...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recived an adding request on MSN. It was from someone called &lt;em&gt;"Susi"&lt;/em&gt;. I've heard of her before, for many times from our mutual friends and i was wondering about this girl. I accepted that request immediately and we started to talk. In opposition to my guess, she was very friendly and funny. That day, while waiting for Tadej to come to MSN, we talked non-stop for hours! I was so happy to know someone that sincere.&lt;br /&gt;After this evening, we kept on talking.. I've learned a lot from her and her blog. About sports, (especially F-1 and skiing :p), politics in Europe, European culture, religious issues...&lt;br /&gt;Since 3 years, i've got this amazing friend. I had the most amazing moments of my life with her (which i can't tell about here) and she is one of my &lt;strong&gt;REALEST&lt;/strong&gt; friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my friend, for adding me on MSN that day!&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-9131475341068148276?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/9131475341068148276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=9131475341068148276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/9131475341068148276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/9131475341068148276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-19.html' title='Sweet 19...'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-2030817102997293418</id><published>2008-11-11T19:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:41:28.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Brain vol. 2</title><content type='html'>I was talking with the same friend again.. I saw a girl standing near us. She was about 18 i guess; but she looked like max. 15, had a small body, had no boobs, had an extremely ordinary face with slipshod hair. And she had a slight make-up..&lt;br /&gt;She was really not kinda girls you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"count"&lt;/span&gt; as a girl. She was more like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sissy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kid&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I turned to my friend, was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so sure of myself&lt;/span&gt; and asked to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-  Who would you like to have sex with, me or her??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he showed another example of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"shallow stage of men"&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- With her for sure! She more girlish than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I decided&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not to make an effort for guys for a while,, nobody worths it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-2030817102997293418?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/2030817102997293418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=2030817102997293418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2030817102997293418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2030817102997293418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/11/mens-brain-vol-2.html' title='Men&apos;s Brain vol. 2'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8802511409086357828</id><published>2008-11-10T22:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:06:28.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Brain</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, i was talking to one of my boy friends. There i saw a girl. She was half shorter and double fatter than me, had fake blond hair with black hair ground, had 2 kg's of make-up. As far as we understood, she was extremely stupid. I asked my friend;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Who is more attractive? Me or her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Of course her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand men,, i never did.. That's why i'm always single..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8802511409086357828?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8802511409086357828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8802511409086357828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8802511409086357828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8802511409086357828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/11/mens-brain.html' title='Men&apos;s Brain'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1780834495326454873</id><published>2008-11-04T23:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:40:47.369+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condoleezza rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liza minelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady diana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah palin'/><title type='text'>A Foreign Policy Expert!</title><content type='html'>Imagine a politician... She's been on many important issues, used to rule states and WAS "about" to rule the whole world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, imagine she doesn't have a passport! And NEVER been to  abroad before!! She got her passport last year and been to Canada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is she?&lt;br /&gt;a) Condoleezza Rice&lt;br /&gt;b) Lady Diana&lt;br /&gt;c) Liza Minelli&lt;br /&gt;d) Sarah Palin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a shot if you're feelin' smart ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1780834495326454873?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1780834495326454873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1780834495326454873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1780834495326454873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1780834495326454873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/11/foreign-policy-expert.html' title='A Foreign Policy Expert!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-4299918530804249263</id><published>2008-10-28T13:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:57:06.613+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cencorship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>What's Next? Google?</title><content type='html'>As you know, our politicians are "not very smart"- if you got what i mean. And our law-system is not really perfect. There are some gaps about internet-laws. So; everyday, a new site is getting banned. Blogger is the latest one. I need to use tunneling sites to be able to post sth. &lt;br /&gt;Our politicians know shit about internet; so they ban the whole site when somebody posts sth. against Türkiye. Youtube, is still banned. Same as wordpress, Richard Dawkins' site (an evolutionist), Turan Dursun's site (an atheist) etc... And nearly all of porn sites that they know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, one of our ministers made a comment about these banned sites. He was extremely well-informed about internet!!! There you see what he said:&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody can say that "i'm facebook, i'm youtube and don't bother me". We cannot let arbitrariness. If they earn money in this country, they must pay the taxes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL! xD&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know youtube, facebook and other banned sites were some business firms! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-4299918530804249263?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/4299918530804249263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=4299918530804249263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4299918530804249263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4299918530804249263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-next-google.html' title='What&apos;s Next? Google?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-2541025690292561374</id><published>2008-10-27T22:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:15:04.729+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Married?? Wtf?</title><content type='html'>You know "relationship status" section on Facebook. There you can specify if you're dating / married someone or single..&lt;br /&gt;I follow my friends' relationships closely. Some are "in a relationship", most are single. And a few of them wrote "married". As i found, there are only one reason why people-in-my-age writes "married" on it. &lt;br /&gt;- They want their girlfriends give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;Or,,, they think this relationship is "serious".&lt;br /&gt;This people who write "married" really annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a friend. He's really hot and handsome and i've been thinking of him too much for months. Not that i love him or i have a crush on him; but i was kinda obsessed with him. He used to be "single" since we met and i was "relieved" of his status and "sure" that he was gonna stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, when i was on routine checks, i realized that he became "in a relationship". I couldn't "recover" for an hour!!! I was nearly gonna cry!! But a few hours later, i got used to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was on routine checks again.. I wasn't eager to check his profile, like i used to be, but i did anyway. And i saw on status section; "married with x"!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really down right now. Not because i love him or sth.; but cos i "lost" someone...&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;It's sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-2541025690292561374?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/2541025690292561374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=2541025690292561374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2541025690292561374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2541025690292561374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/10/married-wtf.html' title='Married?? Wtf?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1357194887279286715</id><published>2008-10-18T02:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:55:35.244+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jörg haider'/><title type='text'>Another One Bites The Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hosiwien.at/haiderouting/img/haiderweltwoche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hosiwien.at/haiderouting/img/haiderweltwoche.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i've been waiting &lt;a href="http://malihudic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susi&lt;/a&gt; to write about that; but since she hasn't, i decided to.&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Jörg Haider, Austrian politician, died in a car accident a week ago. In last couple of years, i heard about him oftenly. Mostly from Susi (when we used to chat :p) and sometimes from Turkish newspapers. I thought he was "neo-Hitler" or sth. like "Hitler jr".  I say "thought"; cos if he would be that important, there would be more news and articles about him, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I heard of his death from a definitely irrelevant site. Not from news, news-papers or Susi's blog. So i started to wonder, why there aren't any movements?! Or i see no action from here? I mean, many fascists died before; but there were thousands of news etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even he was fascist; dying in such a young age is one of the worst things in the world. I donnow if i would think the same if our president die in such way..(i can't say i don't i wish that, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm not sure if this pic if originally his. But if it's real, i can say, European fascists are much much more open-minded than our liberals. ;)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't think of Abdullah Gül in that pose. ughh, i gotta puke!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1357194887279286715?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1357194887279286715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1357194887279286715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1357194887279286715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1357194887279286715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites The Dust'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7523542806090849125</id><published>2008-10-18T00:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:19:34.385+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popeyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamburger'/><title type='text'>Art of Getting Happy</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, i was eating a hamburger in Popeyes. I was on the half of it and i realized a hair inside! I returned it and get a brand new hamburger. So; i ate 1,5 hamburger for 1 hamburger price.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i telling you that?&lt;br /&gt;Cos this made me so happy!!! I guess nowadays there are a lot of stuff making me sad; so i can get happy with kinda small things! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7523542806090849125?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7523542806090849125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7523542806090849125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7523542806090849125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7523542806090849125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-of-getting-happy.html' title='Art of Getting Happy'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8913769739327454650</id><published>2008-10-12T01:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:03:26.401+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The most handsome president ever! lol</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, i was watching a program on tv. It was about celebrities who look like each other. There were examples like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SPEgHXTZ-5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/KKPJjke3KVY/s1600-h/Eva+Mendes+%26+Cindy+Crawford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SPEgHXTZ-5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/KKPJjke3KVY/s200/Eva+Mendes+%26+Cindy+Crawford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256017551004662674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eva Mendes - Cindy Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SPEflCa67mI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Md7LEPlZsMI/s1600-h/Robbie+Williams+%26+Ben+Stiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SPEflCa67mI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Md7LEPlZsMI/s200/Robbie+Williams+%26+Ben+Stiller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256016961283485282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robbie Williams - Ben Stiller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SPEeio9PBeI/AAAAAAAAAII/PrXlStGeKME/s1600-h/Charlize+Theron+%26+Scarlett+Johansson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SPEeio9PBeI/AAAAAAAAAII/PrXlStGeKME/s200/Charlize+Theron+%26+Scarlett+Johansson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256015820576720354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlize Theron-Scarlett Johansson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SPEcdEMhtEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AvLr9xWeEyI/s1600-h/blogg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SPEcdEMhtEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AvLr9xWeEyI/s200/blogg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256013525786145858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meral Kaplan(a Turkish model) - Cameron Diaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then the "death shoot" came:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.internethaber.com/images/news/35474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.internethaber.com/images/news/35474.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abdullah Gül(ashamed to say that but 'Turkish president') - George Clooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO THEY REALLY LOOK LIKE EACH OTHER??!! Any person who has EYES can say that there is NO similarity between those two. Actually, the ONLY similarity between them is, they're both HUMANs. But here, religious people who support him and his ex-party, claims that he is as HANDSOME as George Clooney! What about that?! lol&lt;/span&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/12531005-8913769739327454650?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8913769739327454650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8913769739327454650' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8913769739327454650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8913769739327454650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/10/most-handsome-president-ever-lol.html' title='The most handsome president ever! lol'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SPEgHXTZ-5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/KKPJjke3KVY/s72-c/Eva+Mendes+%26+Cindy+Crawford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-4140270021228606523</id><published>2008-10-10T21:49:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:03:27.999+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Rotten</title><content type='html'>I'm full of sickness. I gotta get 8 (eight) medicines in a DAY. Here are they:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 creams for my ear (i removed my industrial ear piercing)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 antibiotic for my ear as well&lt;br /&gt;-  A gel for my ankle&lt;br /&gt;- Some kinda special medicine for my burnt wrists (i burnt them a bit while i was trying to cook sth.)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 eye drops (my right eye got infection)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 cream for the herpes on my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors and pharmacists earn very well on me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-4140270021228606523?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/4140270021228606523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=4140270021228606523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4140270021228606523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4140270021228606523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/10/rotten.html' title='Rotten'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8556369659440457301</id><published>2008-09-27T21:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:17:10.523+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nag'/><title type='text'>Nag Nag Nag!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, Himmy wrote a comment to my blog and i replied him, here i copy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" class="comment-icon" alt="Blogger" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="profile/15865574228938723866" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;himmy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  said...&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;p&gt;very nice.....&lt;br /&gt;but tell me  does your  dad  know about your hair?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="comment-timestamp"&gt;3:39 AM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="item-control"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" class="comment-icon" alt="Blogger" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="profile/13756665235841117112" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;Rocky Dennis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  said...&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahaha, no :p but he'll see it sooner or later. i think he's gonna like it too.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, my dad came to Bursa to help me with moving, buying stuff, repairing etc.. I went to terminal to meet him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 seconds&lt;/span&gt; after i met him; he started to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAG&lt;/span&gt;. Here comes his nags:&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do to your hair??!!! What the hell is that?!! You look so shitty! How much did you pay for that?!! Color your hair into black, now!! We sent you here to study and look what you're doing! I hope non of my friends will see you like that, i'll get humiliated!!! Don't visit your grandparents with me, i don't want them to see you!"&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of pants are you wearing?? Plaid pants look awful!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why you act like a man? Be girlish!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why the hell we should walk that much to go to your house?? What kind of a street is that?!! You're gonna live here?!"&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD!! How did you find that house?!! It's a piece of crap!! You can't live here! Look for another one!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15 mins, he nagged about my new house. He found it old and dirty. After then, he went to agent in a big temper and shouted to him::&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of a house is that?! Find another house!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, agent was an experienced guy and he convinced my dad. He said;&lt;br /&gt;"I've grown up in that street. It's so safe. In this street, someone gets stabbed everyday; but in that street, i even never heard of a fight. I know owner of this house and they're nice people"..&lt;br /&gt;After saying that, my dad calmed down and asked:&lt;br /&gt;"Where can we find a cleaner and repair-man? This house needs some restoration."&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;In last a few days, we were busy with that. Sometimes dad wanted to order me some meal; but i said i'm not hungry. He might see my piercing while eating and i don't even wanna guess how he'll react if he sees my tongue-piercing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate old-fashioned parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8556369659440457301?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8556369659440457301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8556369659440457301' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8556369659440457301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8556369659440457301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/09/nag-nag-nag.html' title='Nag Nag Nag!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6356104124676554685</id><published>2008-09-19T20:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:14:59.351+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My New House!</title><content type='html'>Last year, i was staying in a dorm. It was too far away from city center and i needed to take 2 buses to go "somewhere". I hated there...&lt;br /&gt;For summer school, i moved a friend's house. She lives alone in city center..&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for a house for a week. I was gonna live alone, i couldn't afford much and i wanted it to be in city center..&lt;br /&gt;Since last week, i have been looking for houses via internet, via agent and by myself.. Houses are a bit more expensive in city center and they're not really good conditioned...&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, i went to another agent (here are thousands of agents).. He told me there is an apartment for me. I wanted him to show this flat.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;In Bursa, there aren't many good places to hang out. There are just a few god cafe's that i can enjoy. My favourite is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Zeppelin Rock Café"&lt;/span&gt;. Musics are good, people are cool, decoration is great, place is great etc..&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;We were going to that house with agent. When he said "It's over here!" to me, i couldn't believe in my eyes! Cos that apartment was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; the "Zeppelin Rock Café" !!!!!!!!! Can you believe how lucky i am??&lt;br /&gt;We got inside the house. It's on 2nd floor. A family lives under me. It has 2 rooms and a saloon, 2 toilets and a small kitchen. There were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO MANY&lt;/span&gt; furniture and stuff around. There are 3 beds in a room! Previous renter left almost all of his belongings, like couchs, beds, glasses, some food (:p)... Also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; left some interesting objects like, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAW&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sanitary towels for tangas&lt;/span&gt;, a radio, a bunch of fake flowers in a vase, half drank coca-cola and fanta, empty beer bottles... If i would search more, i'm sure i'd find used condoms also!! :P&lt;br /&gt;Today at morning, i went to agent and said "i want that house". In 15 mins, we made deal, i signed some papers and done! :D&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately i can't move there right away, it needs a lot of repairing and cleaning.. My dad comes here next week; so he'll help me with all that,,, then i can enjoy my new house! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6356104124676554685?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6356104124676554685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6356104124676554685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6356104124676554685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6356104124676554685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-house.html' title='My New House!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-5060862871195585893</id><published>2008-09-16T19:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:00:57.762+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>How To Get The Old Facebook Back</title><content type='html'>1- &lt;a rel="nofollow" class="url" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/apps/application.php?id=2345053339" title="http://www.facebook.com/apps/application.php?id=2345053339"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/...lication.php?id=2345053339&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- click go to applications, don't click add, instantly close the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally, visit this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" class="url" target="_blank" href="http://apps.new.facebook.com/?fbnew_opt_out=1"&gt;http://apps.new.facebook.com/?fbnew_opt_out=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I wish the same thing for &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm"&gt;last.fm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-5060862871195585893?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/5060862871195585893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=5060862871195585893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5060862871195585893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5060862871195585893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-get-he-old.html' title='How To Get The Old Facebook Back'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6487898808238549391</id><published>2008-09-14T22:07:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:39:41.862+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gigolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horniness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poorness'/><title type='text'>Poorness + Horniness = Male Prostitution</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, when i was talking to one of my boy-friends, he told me about a gigolo. This gigolo 'works' in touristic areas and fuck old women. He earns good money; also these rich women buys Lacoste, Gucci and kinda good brand clothes to him.&lt;br /&gt;My friend was really positive when he was telling me about that. He said this "job" has many advantages.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;I have another very close boy friend. He works to make money. Nowadays he works as a pollster.&lt;br /&gt;Today i was talking to him. Here is approximately what we talked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; By the way, i decided to have sex for money with old ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; You're going to be a gigolo??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Let's call it "sex worker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Oh my gosh!!! I could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; guess you'd do that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; I can make a lot of money and these rich ladies will buy me expensive stuff like perfumes etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I've always wanted to have a hooker friend, but now i'm shocked!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Now he's seeking for old and rich ladies...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Where are we going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6487898808238549391?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6487898808238549391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6487898808238549391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6487898808238549391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6487898808238549391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/09/poorness-horniness-male-prostitution.html' title='Poorness + Horniness = Male Prostitution'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-3310042614847542932</id><published>2008-09-14T09:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:45:33.652+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shittiest passport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkish citizenship'/><title type='text'>The World's Shittiest Passport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kirsehir.pol.tr/pasaport/pasaport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kirsehir.pol.tr/pasaport/pasaport.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 of passports we have::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED:&lt;/span&gt; Diplomatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;GREY:&lt;/span&gt; Service [For workers such as truck drivers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;GREEN:&lt;/span&gt; Special [Government officers (like teachers) and their family can get it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BLUE:&lt;/span&gt; General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos of my mum, i have green one and it eases most of my visa stuff- still i gotta get visa for most of the countries.&lt;br /&gt;Diplomatic passport owners are luckier; but still they must get visa for some countries. Think about,, our prime minister must bring some papers together(such as salary payrolls, hotel reservations, a few portrait photos, returning plane tickets...) and have interview with visa officer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Before i give you the list, i'll remind what is visa for. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visa is for make the country you're visiting sure that you're not gonna immigrate there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some countries don't ask visa from green passport holders and even from blue; but they're really less. Only 4-5 countries doesn't ask visa from blue passport holders.. They're really unlucky.. Here i'll give you a list of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; countries who asks visa from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kinds of Turkish passports!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;- Angola&lt;br /&gt;- Benin&lt;br /&gt;- Bhutan&lt;br /&gt;- United Arabic Emirates&lt;br /&gt;- Botswana&lt;br /&gt;- Brunei&lt;br /&gt;- Burkina Faso&lt;br /&gt;- Burundi&lt;br /&gt;- Cape Verde&lt;br /&gt;- Djibouti&lt;br /&gt;- Chad&lt;br /&gt;- Dominic Republic&lt;br /&gt;- Ecuador Guinea&lt;br /&gt;- Ethiopia&lt;br /&gt;- Ivory Coast&lt;br /&gt;- Gabon&lt;br /&gt;- Guinea&lt;br /&gt;- Ghana&lt;br /&gt;- Guinea-Bissau&lt;br /&gt;- Guyana&lt;br /&gt;- Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;- Cameroon&lt;br /&gt;- Kenya&lt;br /&gt;- North Korea&lt;br /&gt;- Laos&lt;br /&gt;- Lesotho&lt;br /&gt;- Liberia&lt;br /&gt;- Libya&lt;br /&gt;- Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;- Malawi&lt;br /&gt;- Mali&lt;br /&gt;- Mauritania&lt;br /&gt;- Mozambique&lt;br /&gt;- Myanmar&lt;br /&gt;- Namibia&lt;br /&gt;- Niger&lt;br /&gt;- Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;- Nepal&lt;br /&gt;- Nauru&lt;br /&gt;- Panama&lt;br /&gt;- Papua New Guinea&lt;br /&gt;- Rwanda&lt;br /&gt;- St. Lucia&lt;br /&gt;- Senegal&lt;br /&gt;- Sierra Leone&lt;br /&gt;- Somali&lt;br /&gt;- Sudan&lt;br /&gt;- Surinam&lt;br /&gt;- Syria&lt;br /&gt;- Saudi Arabia&lt;br /&gt;- Tanzania&lt;br /&gt;- Togo&lt;br /&gt;- Tonga&lt;br /&gt;- Uganda&lt;br /&gt;- Jordan&lt;br /&gt;- Vanuatu&lt;br /&gt;- Zambia&lt;br /&gt;- Zimbabwe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has the shittiest citizenship? I do, i do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-3310042614847542932?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/3310042614847542932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=3310042614847542932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3310042614847542932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3310042614847542932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/09/worlds-shittiest-passport.html' title='The World&apos;s Shittiest Passport'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-2158269981192701703</id><published>2008-09-08T02:56:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T03:06:21.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shortcut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What have i learned in last couple of years? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER trust anyone again; who broke your trust before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-2158269981192701703?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/2158269981192701703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=2158269981192701703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2158269981192701703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2158269981192701703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/09/shortcut.html' title='A Shortcut'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-5211897765834063368</id><published>2008-09-03T03:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:09:21.850+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckmeter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex stories'/><title type='text'>İrem's "experienced" guide for guys!</title><content type='html'>There was a guy in my dorm. He is a typical Turkish guy: brunette, horny, can't get many girls etc...&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought he was cool. Cos is playing classical guitar very well even make his own songs, has deep eyes, talks smoothly.. We were talking when i see him in dorm or in school, sometimes we were sitting with dorm friends and talk...&lt;br /&gt;Once he called me to his room and started to talk about his sex life that i wasn't even asking!! Here i'll tell you his &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt; sex stories. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;: I'm sure all of these are fake; but i looked to believe his stories to be able to tell you later, my dear blog readers. See how much i love you! :p) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell his stories with his own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;First Sexual Experience- &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;first hole, first dig&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to a hotel for holiday with my family. There was a girl who was also with her family. We started to talk. One night, we were walking around. She had a very small blouse on her. Then we sat down. The wind started to blow. I cuddled her; but her boobs were jumping out of her blouse!! I slowly started to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'heat h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;er up'&lt;/span&gt;. Then she said, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'let's go to my room'&lt;/span&gt;... We fucked until her family wondered where the hell she was and what the hell she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Other &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Passionate&lt;/span&gt; Ones&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;on the top of passion mountain&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a relative, but i call her sister. She is about 30. I was staying in her house for holiday. One day she introduced me one of her friends. Same night, she stayed in our house. In the middle of the night, she came into my room and climbed up to my chest. She was so horny for me, her pussy was burning!!! We fucked like crazy horses!! And my sister was ok that i fucked her friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister has another friend. She was so marginal and knew a lot of places to hang on. She took me a lot of places and then we went to my sister's house. She had piercing on her tongue &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(irem thinks: hmm, i think this girl is me in his fantasy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and sucked my dick!! It feels like a hard, metal thing goes up and down on your dick.. We fucked many times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like everyday, i went to a bar. There was a very hot, blond chick in front of me. We were catching each other's eye for many times. I stood up to go to toilet and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;accidently&lt;/span&gt; hit her. Her drink poured to the floor. I gently raised my hand to the waiter and said "Refresh lady's drink, please, i'll pay!" She was so impressed with that and took me to her car. I fucked her in 15 mins! I wish i could pump in more; cos she was so beautiful!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day i was in public bus, going to home. A girl sat near me. We started to talk. And when she came to her stop, she asked me to drink a coffee at her place. Of course i said ok. We went to her house and had sex until morning!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once i fucked a girl in the toilet of a bar.. But i don't remember the details.. hehehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;What we learned from this article? Let's look at my self-made graphics and researchs.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"fuckmeter" :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0neE_ozJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/m_rRPfehjVw/s1600-h/fuckmeter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232381739764599954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0neE_ozJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/m_rRPfehjVw/s320/fuckmeter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the graphical expression:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0nwG9e5HI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fLUhMXJFNio/s1600-h/grafik.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232382049530078322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0nwG9e5HI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fLUhMXJFNio/s320/grafik.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;boys... boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-5211897765834063368?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/5211897765834063368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=5211897765834063368' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5211897765834063368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5211897765834063368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/09/irems-experienced-guide-for-guys.html' title='İrem&apos;s &quot;experienced&quot; guide for guys!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0neE_ozJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/m_rRPfehjVw/s72-c/fuckmeter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7393899756190263229</id><published>2008-08-29T20:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:58:53.961+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing 2008 Olympic Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael phelps'/><title type='text'>One man is bigger than 70 million people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dylanland.com/388750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.dylanland.com/388750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olympic Games '08 ended a few days ago. My country, as always, sucked in it. We've won ONLY ONE gold metal, a few silvers and a few bronzes. 8 medals at total. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And think about &lt;strong&gt;Michael Phelps&lt;/strong&gt;. He won &lt;strong&gt;8 GOLD medals&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes my determination:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MICHAEL PHELPS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WHOLE OF TÜRKİYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a shame..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7393899756190263229?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7393899756190263229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7393899756190263229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7393899756190263229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7393899756190263229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-man-is-bigger-than-70-million.html' title='One man is bigger than 70 million people!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-976949189291539684</id><published>2008-08-09T06:02:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:52:23.291+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>Guide to be a Poser - only 5 steps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/dumbgwailo/loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y296/dumbgwailo/loser.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm kinda people that can't write anything for months; but magically gets a few ideas in an hour!&lt;br /&gt;Here i'll tell you "based on a true story" thing. Actually it's connected one of my previous posts, titled "I wanna be somebody" where i was telling about 2 guys, one was Hitler fan, the other was imitating that guy.&lt;br /&gt;I try to look things from his (imitator's) point of view... Let's try all! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, step by step, don't miss any! :) ::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consider yourself as a loser:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is the most important part; cos if you're a loser, you don't have your own thoughts so you must barrow or steal other people's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a cool friend:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Take a look at outside. I am sure you have a friend who's cooler than you. Become close friends of him and show how loyal you're in every chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adopt his ideas:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes, do it! Even though how silly ideas he has... He may thinks that aliens actually built Egyptian pyramids or George W. Bush is the most peaceful president ever.. doesn't matter. Remember, you want him to think you're CoooooL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Despise other people:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If you start despising you're 'not that cool' friends, that means you're on the right way! So you may think that other people will realize how cool and hot you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The last step: Forget once (and still) you're a loser:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cos if you believe sth., you can make other people believe easier. Except you're too dumb ass or other people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Congrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You've completed all your steps and became a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poser&lt;/span&gt;, ups, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOL PERSON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some charasterictical options you may choose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; A communist who knows dick about even Karl Marx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; A Neo-Nazi who is actually not German and belongs to the "low nations" category according to Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; A metalhead who knows only 5 bands and makes fun of Nirvana just cos they're not hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; An emo who thinks all the world is against him and it makes you look sad if you stick your hair and put them all on your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; A casanova who can only fuck by paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; A rapper who knows only 50 Cent and Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; A smoker who thinks this piece of tobacco shows you grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; A hacker who thinks finding a friend's useless mail adress' password makes you a top-wanted hacker all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You can add your own ideas ;)&lt;br /&gt;*Here is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"possible"&lt;/span&gt; dialog between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE REAL GUY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE POSER&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; I hate communists! How can they be that old-fashioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P:&lt;/span&gt; Yea, heheh, i hate too. Idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; Can you believe they're still loyal to Karl Marx? This guy's dead and his ideas died when Soviets split up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P:&lt;/span&gt; Karl who? ehhehe, yea.. Karl suck my balls. I never liked Soviets, i prefer Windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P:&lt;/span&gt; Eh, well, Soviets suck! heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; Have you seen Das Kapital? I sometimes get surprised how people still worship it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P:&lt;/span&gt; Yea,, hehe, Das Kapatol bank sucks, i put all my money to HSBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P:&lt;/span&gt; hehehe, viva Hitler! ups, i mean, Sieg hail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-976949189291539684?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/976949189291539684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=976949189291539684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/976949189291539684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/976949189291539684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/08/guide-to-be-poser-only-5-steps.html' title='Guide to be a Poser - only 5 steps!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1999256531558235378</id><published>2008-08-09T05:15:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:59:44.944+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympic games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing 2008 Olympic Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capitalism'/><title type='text'>Beijing 2008 Olympic Games - the biggest sports event!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0GGCOC2XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iJT4gNiUzio/s1600-h/pekkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0GGCOC2XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iJT4gNiUzio/s320/pekkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232345042819144050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's about half past 5, i'm sitting in my bed, still not able to walk and have a ruined sleeping order. I've just eaten a few handfuls of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"beery chips"&lt;/span&gt; and i feel i could get really high if i ate more! :)&lt;br /&gt;While i was eating, i was hanging on news sites and decided to write about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olympic Games.&lt;/span&gt; You know it's the biggest sports event with the participation of all of the countries in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a  month ago, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Euro 2008&lt;/span&gt; was made and in our tv's, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 of the 10&lt;/span&gt; commercials were about our national football team and how much they support them etc., same as newspapers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0GTAEAU4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/67LvNPNHwCY/s1600-h/289679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0GTAEAU4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/67LvNPNHwCY/s200/289679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232345265578464130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our football coach earns &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than a teacher earns in a month!!! So you can see how football and nationalism used by money-holders to make themselves even richer!!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Olympic Games... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;205 countries&lt;/span&gt; are participating, host countries prepare for this for years... i don't need to tell more about how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is this event.. And here it comes! In our newspapers, i could hardly find news about olympic games! On the corner of page, in a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smaaaaaaaaaaal&lt;/span&gt; frame! And i assure you, you can't see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; commercial on tv that wishes our sportsmen good luck and how much they support us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Football sells, Olympic Games not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder is it the same in every country??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0GdzyeK-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/k81nQcU300k/s1600-h/pekin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0GdzyeK-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/k81nQcU300k/s320/pekin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232345451262258146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BTW: When i was looking at Opening Ceremony pics, Wish You Were Here (by Pink Floyd) was playing at the background... What can i say,, wish i was there!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1999256531558235378?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1999256531558235378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1999256531558235378' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1999256531558235378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1999256531558235378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-2008-olympic-games-biggest.html' title='Beijing 2008 Olympic Games - the biggest sports event!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ0GGCOC2XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iJT4gNiUzio/s72-c/pekkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-4427849007123200488</id><published>2008-08-05T17:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:53:38.876+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!!!</title><content type='html'>3 days ago, i went to a park with a friend. You know the parks where you can do exercise with iron tools. Me and my friend got on a tool and started to exercise. But i liked the tool near us more- which wasn't empty. I told my friend to get on it when it gets empty. A few minutes later, the good tool got empty and i started to run towards it like i was running marathon!!!! So i fell down on my left ankle and i couldn't stand up anymore. But i was still telling my friend that "Go, go, we must get that tool!!" And he said "What? You even can't walk!".&lt;br /&gt;So he 'carried' me to the bus stop and i could come home. On sunday, my house-mate took me to the hospital with taxi. Doctor said my ankle didn't break, it twisted and it'll heal if i put ice on it. I am not able to walk for days; so i couldn't connect internet!! I am so bored of sitting in my bed all day long...&lt;br /&gt;Today, when i was listening music on my laptop; i found a wireless connection!! Normally this kinda connections all have passwords; but this one didn't; so i could connect net from my bed!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can walk soon; cos i have school, things to do.. and i'm starving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-4427849007123200488?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/4427849007123200488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=4427849007123200488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4427849007123200488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4427849007123200488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/08/ouch.html' title='Ouch!!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6691961496456941787</id><published>2008-07-23T11:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:16:36.604+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer school'/><title type='text'>School's (not) Out For Summer!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;I know i haven't written a single line for weeks; but i simply donnow what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you are having your summer holidays nowadays. Guess what i do and where i am! I'm in summer school; cos i have failed a lot of lessons and i should pass them on summer. If i was failed just a few lessons; i could have took them next year too; but i could barely passed a few easy lessons and failed the all other... So...&lt;br /&gt;In this hot summer; i'm in Bursa, going to school, studying economics, accounting and politics... boooring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel yourself lucky! :S&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy your holidays! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6691961496456941787?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6691961496456941787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6691961496456941787' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6691961496456941787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6691961496456941787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/07/schools-not-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s (not) Out For Summer!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6459454321777584649</id><published>2008-06-26T20:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:03:06.179+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semi final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='türkei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='türkiye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutschland'/><title type='text'>Deutschland Über Türkei!!</title><content type='html'>As you may know, i hate Turkish national football team, its coach and players- for some reasons. Yesterday i was expecting Germany to win and it won! I am so happy for the result! &lt;br /&gt;Today i wore my Germany t-shirt and walked all around Adana :p It was an awesome feeling to make people angry and sad :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are with Germany! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6459454321777584649?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6459454321777584649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6459454321777584649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6459454321777584649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6459454321777584649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/06/deutschland-ber-trkei.html' title='Deutschland Über Türkei!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7837776805936296171</id><published>2008-06-10T00:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:39:04.092+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='every you every me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorblind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruel intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter sweet symphony'/><title type='text'>- I'm Impressed, - Well, I'm In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jkrweb.com/movies/wallpapers/Cruel_Intentions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.jkrweb.com/movies/wallpapers/Cruel_Intentions.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i finally watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Cruel Intentions"&lt;/span&gt;. I watched it on tv, our stupid channel-controllers cut almost 30 minutes of the movie!! Even little kissing-scenes! So, i could watch only virtuous dialogues!&lt;br /&gt;It was really good, til the end. Cos the end was such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hollywoodish&lt;/span&gt; and simple- for example; Sebastian's dying on a car crash suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"falling in love with the one you had bet for"&lt;/span&gt; is a cliché on movies for years.&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack was awesome though: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bittersweet Symphony&lt;/span&gt; (one of Susi's favos :p), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every You Every Me&lt;/span&gt; [Placebo], &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colorblind&lt;/span&gt; [Counting Crows]..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some killer dialogues that i liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2004-12/15567921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2004-12/15567921.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000702/"&gt;Annette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000202/"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004724/"&gt;Bunny Caldwell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: How dare you treat me with such disrespect! I got you off the streets and this is how you repay me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0859503/"&gt;Ronald Clifford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Got me off the streets? I live on 59th and Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004724/"&gt;Bunny Caldwell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000202/"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: She made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And here comes my favorite!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001264/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: If I win, then that hot little car of yours is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000202/"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: And if I win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001264/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I'll give you something you've been obsessing about ever since our parents got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000202/"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Be more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001264/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: In English, I'll fuck your brains out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000202/"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What makes you think I'll go for that bet? That is a 1956 Jaguar Roadster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001264/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Because I'm the only girl you can't have, and it kills you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000202/"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001264/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;You can put in anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahaha xD it was a really genious conversation :D&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no change, i can change, i can change, i can change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i'm here in my mould , i am here in my mould.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i'm a million different people from one day to the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't change my mould, no,no,no,no,no,no,no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7837776805936296171?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7837776805936296171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7837776805936296171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7837776805936296171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7837776805936296171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-impressed-well-im-in-love.html' title='- I&apos;m Impressed, - Well, I&apos;m In Love'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8100941281343993568</id><published>2008-05-28T01:23:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:41:42.476+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scholarship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contrast'/><title type='text'>Poorness vs. Richness</title><content type='html'>In the beginning of last semester; some of my friends was trying to get scholarship from some associations who had funds for poor students. When my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-so-poor-friends&lt;/span&gt; needed to go interviews to be able to get scholarship; they were trying to look poor by wearing old clothes and torn shoes. It was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;You know we must get visa to be able to go abroad. I have 'special passport' cos of my mum; so i don't need to get visa for most of the countries. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Normal-passport holders must get visa for even African countries]&lt;/span&gt;. But for some countries; we need visa too.&lt;br /&gt;When getting visa to visit a country; you should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'proove'&lt;/span&gt; you are so rich that you won't immigrate there. So; you need to show your family's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'wealth'&lt;/span&gt; to visa officer by deeds or your parents' salary payrolls.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we try to look poor; sometimes we try to look rich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a contrast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8100941281343993568?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8100941281343993568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8100941281343993568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8100941281343993568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8100941281343993568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/05/poorness-vs-richness.html' title='Poorness vs. Richness'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-5216317053638583576</id><published>2008-05-25T01:17:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:14:13.567+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodolfo Chikilicuatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dima bilan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><title type='text'>USSRVISION ASS CONTEST!</title><content type='html'>Last night, we watched the worst ESC- that kinda night would end up with the worst winner; though it did. Eurovision is now ex-Sovietvision. Here are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;secret formula&lt;/span&gt; to win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Split your country into pieces (like USSR, Yugoslavia and Serbia did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Send naked singers- preferably chicks with long legs and muscular back dancers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I voted for:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bosnia &amp;amp; Herzegovina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Iceland&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt; (wish i didn't), &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Finland&lt;/span&gt; (x2) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt; (x3).&lt;br /&gt;Here comes some details &amp;amp; thoughts from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Did you notice Ukraine's back singer? She DID sang all the song; but they put her on the edge of the stage not to be seen! Sorry the pic is not quality enough; but it's a snapshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SDlzzKnttJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VTxUDWJaKw0/s1600-h/backsinger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SDlzzKnttJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VTxUDWJaKw0/s200/backsinger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204318167264769170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Again, this year, at final, we gave 7 to Greece and 10 to Armenia- and they gave us 0! What a surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; 2 of the 4 founder countries, Spain and France had really good songs. I especially loved Spain's! But , no wonder why, they failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Russia- had the worst song of the night with an irrelevant stage show and a not-able-to-sing singer! I am sure most of the voters of Dima Bilan- except of ex-USSR, are horny girls who voted just because he showed his brest! Haha! You know, MOST of the Ukraine's votes come from HORNY guys, so this is the same!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Some of the singers were imitating someone!! Here my analysis comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;- Britney Spears + Beyoncé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?gbv=2&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=spice+girls&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Images"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ukrainian slut&lt;/span&gt; - any bitch on the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt;- Gospel Choirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bosnian Girl&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;amp;q=madonna+virgin+tour&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Images&amp;amp;gbv=2"&gt;Madonna on Virgin Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Did you notice sth.? Ukrainian, Armenian, Greek and Swedish songs &amp;amp; performances were actually SAME! Even with the dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Winners:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SPAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eitb24.com/archivos/imagenes/eitb24/sociedad/2008/03/09/Rodolfo-Chikilicuatre-representara-a-Espana-en-el--2008030910312312hg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.eitb24.com/archivos/imagenes/eitb24/sociedad/2008/03/09/Rodolfo-Chikilicuatre-representara-a-Espana-en-el--2008030910312312hg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.mp3sugar.com/artist/artist_8652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.mp3sugar.com/artist/artist_8652.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TÜRKİYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.radikal.com.tr/644x385/2008/05/23/fft5_mf5169.Jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i.radikal.com.tr/644x385/2008/05/23/fft5_mf5169.Jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shittiest Eurovision ever, is gone. My interest was reducing last year; now it is really really less. I even donnow i will be that excited next years...&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/12531005-5216317053638583576?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/5216317053638583576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=5216317053638583576' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5216317053638583576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5216317053638583576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/05/eurovision-shit-contest.html' title='USSRVISION ASS CONTEST!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SDlzzKnttJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VTxUDWJaKw0/s72-c/backsinger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-710717735828069336</id><published>2008-05-24T20:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:08:28.118+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bursa'/><title type='text'>Bloggers Meeting in Bursa!</title><content type='html'>As you(may) know; i've been writing on this blog for 3 years. I thought blogs were not popular in Türkiye; so i started to write in English. Last year, i published a Turkish blog; but cos of "adult language" on it, people who were actually searching for porn sites on google; found my blog! Of course this makes a person down. So i let it destroy itself...&lt;br /&gt;I kept on writing here..&lt;br /&gt;Last semester; i found out that a friend of mine, also publishes a blog. We used to talk about blogs and last week he told me about a blog-writers meeting in Bursa. Today; i attended this meeting and met really nice people! Honestly; i wasn't expecting that much a crowd- we were about 20 people! I was surprised to see how people take blogging seriously and how they care.. Some even earn money on blogs. Noticing this and understanding that i was not alone with blogging in Bursa made me feel hopeful ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-710717735828069336?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/710717735828069336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=710717735828069336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/710717735828069336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/710717735828069336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/05/bloggers-meeting-in-da-bursa.html' title='Bloggers Meeting in Bursa!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-401671019743924077</id><published>2008-05-24T04:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T04:55:00.058+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>Throwing My "Merciful Hates" Up!</title><content type='html'>It's 4:30 a.m. , i am sleepy, i have things to do tomorrow (actually today), i got nothing to write about in my mind- but i wanna scratch  sth.!&lt;br /&gt;I have a shitty mood- it changes almost every minute! I get happy by small things[even with a look!] - get upset by small things[even with a word!]. I was pretty ok a few mins. ago; but now i feel like i'm drowning in a pool or someone's choking me!&lt;br /&gt;So, i decided to make a list of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Ten Things To Feel Bad"&lt;/span&gt; nowadays- which is up to my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10- &lt;/span&gt;My internet connection is so shitty that i can't download a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9-&lt;/span&gt; Even if the year is over; i still didn't get a 'very close friend' here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8-&lt;/span&gt; One of my friends' broke up with her bf and treats us bad cos of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7-&lt;/span&gt; I have so many things to do for summer; but i gotta attend summer-school! [I failed from 3 lessons just in 1st semester; i think at least 2 for this semester too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6-&lt;/span&gt; I wanna travel like crazy; but i don't have many traveler friends. The ones i have are so poor that can't even visit my city here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5-&lt;/span&gt; I am expecting a lot of postcards from postcrossing and a lot of letters from friends; but postoffice suuuuucks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-&lt;/span&gt; I colored my hair into blue today(it was red for about 2 and a half weeks) and my hair looks like a "made in china" rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3- &lt;/span&gt;The people who are close to me talks behind me and when i find it out; they try to cover their shames with lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt; People here are mostly ignorant and superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt; I try my best to do things. When i do sth., people don't understand what it's for! Think about it: for example, you wrote an article -in depth thoughts, you really tried diligently for it. It took months to write it. And then you published it. Someone says: "I don't get why you wrote it!". Wouldn't it ruin you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignorant people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ordinary people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hypocrite people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Superficial people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I guess i threw my hate out.. Now i can sleep in peace. Thanks blogpsot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-401671019743924077?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/401671019743924077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=401671019743924077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/401671019743924077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/401671019743924077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/05/throwing-my-merciful-hates-up.html' title='Throwing My &quot;Merciful Hates&quot; Up!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8942630161645967575</id><published>2008-05-22T02:31:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:01:20.746+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fascism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hitler'/><title type='text'>I Wanna Be Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SDTE7GgrxjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5bbNEV9IXXE/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SDTE7GgrxjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5bbNEV9IXXE/s200/emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202999989158790706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Tad send me a really hilarious pic. At least, it is hilarious to me. Maybe Germans or Austrians don't enjoy it; but i do; so i put it to my facebook as avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend in our dorm. He is really social, cool, VERY handsome, experienced in life issues, comes from İstanbul (that's a wannabe for country people), has a very good taste of music, wise etc... And he is TURKISH; but he defends Hitler and fascism! He is not really "deeply read" about it; but he can defend it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;He has a friend, he is also my friend. He comes from a small city, really ignorant and took himself this Hitler-lover friend as idol.  He does whatever he wants, goes wherever he goes, simply, follows him. He reads same books as him, surfs on same sites as him, listens to same music as him, smokes same way as him, trying to have same life-opinions as him etc.. I am sure you understood a lot about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when i was surfing on facebook; i received a message from him- the ignorant one. He said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"I didn't like your avatar, you think putting it here makes you cool, ha???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"If you have your own ideas, let's discuss, don't try to be like somebody else!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he didn't understand what i meant; or pretended so. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"I don't discuss with anybody. I don't care how people think. Yes i know i am narrow-minded"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"I just laugh at you"&lt;/span&gt; and he answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"I don't laugh at you; i just feel sorry for you!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see what kinda idiots i have to deal with??? Oh, he feels sorry for me, i am gonna cryyyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;He should feel sorry for himself!!!!! He first says he doesn't care how people think and then he says he is narrow-minded. I am really sick of self-contrast, ignorant people.&lt;br /&gt;Defending an idea just to be cool or just to make a friend pleasant IS shitty!&lt;br /&gt;Like a very famous Turkish journalist (Uğur Mumcu) said once;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't have ideas without having knowladge"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8942630161645967575?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8942630161645967575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8942630161645967575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8942630161645967575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8942630161645967575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanna-be-somebody.html' title='I Wanna Be Somebody'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SDTE7GgrxjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5bbNEV9IXXE/s72-c/emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-3212609222783896315</id><published>2008-05-20T22:53:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:24:41.504+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision song contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esc 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision'/><title type='text'>Could it be worse than that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogs.ya.com/eurovision2005/files/eurovision_2008.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogs.ya.com/eurovision2005/files/eurovision_2008.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good afternoon Europe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm watching 1st semi-final of ESC '08. I could watch after 14th song; cos i thought my tv doesn't show that channel.. So i kept surfing on the net for 1 loong hour!! After that; i thought maybe i could watch it on a German or French channel. So i searched via channels and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ta ta ta tam&lt;/span&gt;! I found our channel that shows it!!!! So, i wasted my 1 hour for nothing!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,, when i opened it, Armenia's song was just starting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[it is one of the shittiest songs i ever heard btw]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last years, for example in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006 and EVEN 2007; almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the songs were &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD!&lt;/span&gt; At least- "listenable". But as far as i watched, this year almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of the songs are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD!!&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't resist to listen twice most of them!! I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-i hope-&lt;/span&gt;, that is because countries are protesting this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"musical degradation"&lt;/span&gt; by sending bad songs. I don't mean Ireland or Spain with "bad" songs- cos it's obvious they did it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;I only liked Finland tonight, nice song, great choice of song genre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalist countries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Greece&lt;/span&gt; [Beyoncé called, she wants her clone back!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Romania&lt;/span&gt; [Whaaat???]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Bosnia &amp;amp; Herzegovina&lt;/span&gt; [Terrible unlike last years' songs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Finland&lt;/span&gt; [YEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Deserved!!!!! \m/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Russia&lt;/span&gt; [Terrible song, non-related stage show, sucky singer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Israel&lt;/span&gt; [Not bad..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Azerbaijan&lt;/span&gt; [Simple..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Armenia&lt;/span&gt; [The WORST song of the night!!!, she couldn't even sing!!. But it was obvious that they'd pass even if they send a dancing chicken!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Poland&lt;/span&gt; [I didn't listen to it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Norway&lt;/span&gt; [This neither]&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I am so surprised that Ireland with "Dustin The Turkey" couldn't pass! It's video was the most watched ESC '08 video on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;ESC is full of surprises...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-3212609222783896315?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/3212609222783896315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=3212609222783896315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3212609222783896315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3212609222783896315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/05/could-it-be-worse-than-that.html' title='Could it be worse than that?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-5282457213727826013</id><published>2008-05-15T05:57:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:11:10.007+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorant people'/><title type='text'>This Lady = Madonna ?</title><content type='html'>Hey all again!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know i neglected my blog for weeks; but i was really busy. Not with lessons; but with travelling.. I have been travelling all around Bursa...&lt;br /&gt;In this blog; i wanna tell sth. that one of my friend's had..&lt;br /&gt;He is a huge &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt; fan. A few days ago, he went to a photographer to publish Madonna's photos from digital camera to paper. The photographer asked him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Who is this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first heard that,, i was so surprised that there are people who donnow Madonna!!! But what happened yesterday, has changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my Madonna fan friend's birthday. He wanted to get prepared a special birthday-cake; so he had put Madonna photo on the cake.. I donnow how they do it; but it would be amazing to eat it..&lt;br /&gt;When he was paying for cake to the cashier; she looked at the cake and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Today is this lady's birthday???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend answered, after a few shock seconds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yes, and she is my mother!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe how ignorant are people?? I can understand if this would happen in a village or in a small town; but it happened in city center!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant people are anywhere....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-5282457213727826013?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/5282457213727826013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=5282457213727826013' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5282457213727826013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5282457213727826013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/05/lady-madonna.html' title='This Lady = Madonna ?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7063259945429305276</id><published>2008-04-15T00:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:29:11.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>I am soooo bored of my old posts; but i have no idea what to write for a new post... Hmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7063259945429305276?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7063259945429305276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7063259945429305276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7063259945429305276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7063259945429305276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8541034515844038378</id><published>2008-03-26T19:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:40:45.300+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIP'/><title type='text'>Hurray!</title><content type='html'>I wasn't able to connect the internet for a week; cos our dorm sucks about it. But now i'm back on net; with all my glory! :P&lt;br /&gt;Now i gotta vote for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s!&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8541034515844038378?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8541034515844038378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8541034515844038378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8541034515844038378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8541034515844038378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/03/hurray.html' title='Hurray!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7348016671368201945</id><published>2008-03-14T20:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:55:06.613+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maya the bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drug addicted bees'/><title type='text'>Addicted Bees United! Bee Pride!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, İstanbul's  headmaster of education made a few statements of his genius plan for fighting drugs. He didn't give much information and he said he is working on it for 2 months. Here is the most genius plan i've ever heard!!! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"To fight with drugs and able to find students who use drugs; we feed bees with drugs; so they get used to these stuff. After that, we will let them fly on students and find drug-addicted ones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M LAUGHING AT THIS; BUT NOT WITH MY MOUTH!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a few questions for this "very smart" man:&lt;br /&gt;- What if these students have allergy for bees?&lt;br /&gt;- Drug addiction can be only understood by blood and uretic tests. Weren't these enough?&lt;br /&gt;- What if bees get wrong?&lt;br /&gt;- Are you a scienceman to do these "scientific researches" ?&lt;br /&gt;- What is your IQ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.tvrage.net/shows/2/1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.tvrage.net/shows/2/1418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maya the Bee, are you stoned??? But you were my childhood hero?!! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7348016671368201945?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7348016671368201945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7348016671368201945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7348016671368201945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7348016671368201945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/03/addicted-bees-united-bee-pride.html' title='Addicted Bees United! Bee Pride!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6546425095405390676</id><published>2008-03-10T22:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:51:35.564+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIP'/><title type='text'>What Stress Can Cause?</title><content type='html'>Hej dears;&lt;br /&gt;I had very harsh 2 weeks. I was stressed, bored, confused that; in just 2 weeks, i travelled half of Türkiye. I have been to Eskişehir, Burdur, İstanbul and Adana. I kinda enjoyed it though. Deciding to travel just in 1 minute and then going to bus terminal... That's freedom of stress' causes! :))&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm back; so we can focus on SIP '08 :))&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this will be our most special SIP ever ;)&lt;br /&gt;See ya on results! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6546425095405390676?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6546425095405390676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6546425095405390676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6546425095405390676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6546425095405390676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-stress-can-cause.html' title='What Stress Can Cause?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8658895736720752333</id><published>2008-02-26T21:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T03:14:41.968+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one night stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruby tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bin-jip'/><title type='text'>"One" Night Stand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.nrk.no/img/555772.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.nrk.no/img/555772.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye Ruby Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8658895736720752333?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8658895736720752333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8658895736720752333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8658895736720752333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8658895736720752333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-night-stand.html' title='&quot;One&quot; Night Stand?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7005883542994474520</id><published>2008-02-24T02:42:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T03:05:19.055+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugging'/><title type='text'>Huggie!</title><content type='html'>Howdie!&lt;br /&gt;I had sooooo many things just in a week that i even can't tell all about. I used some "forbidden stuff", travelled again and some more very important things i can't tell here...  In this blog, i wanna tell you about sth. i realised that i enjoy a lot! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i hate hugging with my friends. I donnow why; but i love hugging with guys. Here are some hug photos i took recently :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8DBBRHOcEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2CRB-Zk5v7w/s1600-h/21-02-08_2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8DBBRHOcEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2CRB-Zk5v7w/s200/21-02-08_2041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170344599739068482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8DBOhHOcFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uhVo7_NjOEk/s1600-h/01-01-08_1730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8DBOhHOcFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uhVo7_NjOEk/s200/01-01-08_1730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170344827372335186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * Different kinds of hugging :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8C-0hHOcAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sJ0x8ypbUoM/s1600-h/19-12-07_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8C-0hHOcAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sJ0x8ypbUoM/s200/19-12-07_1345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170342181672480770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8C_JRHOcBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BnMJJ2rNWLI/s1600-h/21-02-08_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8C_JRHOcBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BnMJJ2rNWLI/s200/21-02-08_1646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170342538154766354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bear Hug*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;* I wasn't aware of them while taking this pic :p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8DA2hHOcDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nX3W4xTK7IY/s1600-h/21-02-08_1754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8DA2hHOcDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nX3W4xTK7IY/s200/21-02-08_1754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170344415055474738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No, they're not gays, they just do this for fun :p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugging is COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7005883542994474520?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7005883542994474520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7005883542994474520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7005883542994474520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7005883542994474520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/02/huggie.html' title='Huggie!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R8DBBRHOcEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2CRB-Zk5v7w/s72-c/21-02-08_2041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-363092103923237622</id><published>2008-02-08T17:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:11:55.265+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dickhead politicians'/><title type='text'>Fresh Dead Dicks</title><content type='html'>First; i wanna tell you about a Muslim tradition; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;circumcision&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[beschneidung]&lt;/span&gt;. It means, cutting off the little, round skin on the peak of dick. Every Muslim boy must do this. It is said that circumcision protects from some diseases and eases peeing. Also Jews do this. You can separate a Muslim and Christian by just checking their dicks. Anyway, now the point comes:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As almost in every country, there are some terroristic attacks in Türkiye too -mostly on east part-. Our army make operations on them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sometimes"&lt;/span&gt; or we can say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"when they get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;permission from USA for it"&lt;/span&gt;. There have been an operation a few days ago, in Bingöl [a city on the east]. 10 terrorists found dead and mayor of Bingöl made this commentary that shows this holy intelligence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- With medical researchs, we found out that most of the terrorists were foreign and uncircumcised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent Turkish politicians on action again! Tell me, if you were a mayor and there have been 10 caught terrorists; what would you check out first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-363092103923237622?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/363092103923237622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=363092103923237622' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/363092103923237622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/363092103923237622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/02/fresh-dead-dicks.html' title='Fresh Dead Dicks'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8056070065391274431</id><published>2008-02-01T00:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:23:01.946+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kren'/><title type='text'>I Now Pronounce You... KREN!</title><content type='html'>I first smelled it a month ago in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;. We were having breakfast and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;kren&lt;/span&gt; was on the table too. I didn't know what it was. My friend told me to smell it. I felt it was not the best thing to do. But i smelled it anyway.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; OHHHH MYYYYYYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt; It was thesharpest thing i've ever smelled!!! I thought the bone of my nose has melted!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now i kinda guess what if feels like to use drugs ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even getting closer to the box of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;kren&lt;/span&gt;; but my friend was eating it into sandwich!! He said sth. like; "I can't smell it, but i can eat it" :o How do people &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; eat &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;kren&lt;/span&gt;???!!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162063198029378994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R6NVIPqodbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/t-XRQADi18s/s320/amc%C4%B1k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8056070065391274431?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8056070065391274431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8056070065391274431' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8056070065391274431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8056070065391274431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-now-pronounce-you-kren.html' title='I Now Pronounce You... KREN!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/R6NVIPqodbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/t-XRQADi18s/s72-c/amc%C4%B1k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6823584909416504908</id><published>2008-01-26T00:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:14:44.973+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kostas Karamanlis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albert Einstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karaman'/><title type='text'>There are 2 things boundless:  "Universe and Stupidity"</title><content type='html'>You know Greek president, he's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kostas Karamanlis"&lt;/span&gt;. He visited Türkiye a few days ago and he was the first president that visited Türkiye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after 49 years&lt;/span&gt;; so there have been a lot of news about him on tv's and and newspapers.  Some of them were stupid. Now i'm gonna tell one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Karaman"&lt;/span&gt; is a city in Türkiye and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Karamanlı"&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"from Karaman"&lt;/span&gt;. In tv, a stupid journalist in Karaman, were asking people if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kostas Karamanlis&lt;/span&gt; is from Karaman! He asked a stupid man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mr., do you think Kostas Karamanlis is from Karaman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Yes, I am so happy someone from Karaman could become Greek president, we're proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- His father was living in this house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[showing a destroyed hut]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another old guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I know his father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goooossssh!!! People can be really stupid!!! xD xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6823584909416504908?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6823584909416504908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6823584909416504908' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6823584909416504908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6823584909416504908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-are-2-things-boundless-universe.html' title='There are 2 things boundless:  &quot;Universe and Stupidity&quot;'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8498616653712466717</id><published>2008-01-20T17:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:27:50.666+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims'/><title type='text'>My Life As A Sim..</title><content type='html'>I know this is maybe the 10th &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sims&lt;/span&gt; blog i've made; but i'm curious. So; can somebody tell me what's the difference between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Sleep in pyjamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Sleep in underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;Also,, what does it matter if they eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pork Chops", "Instant Meal"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Chef Salad"&lt;/span&gt; ?? Are they able to  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt; a food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8498616653712466717?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8498616653712466717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8498616653712466717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8498616653712466717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8498616653712466717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-as-sim.html' title='My Life As A Sim..'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1825393710159926172</id><published>2008-01-13T18:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:23:29.731+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banu Alkan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ümit Besen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikah masası'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims'/><title type='text'>Here i sit on the wedding table..</title><content type='html'>Here's one of the funniest videos i've ever seen! There is a song by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ümit Besen&lt;/span&gt; named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nikah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masası"&lt;/span&gt;.  It means "wedding table". And there is a movie named same, based on that song. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ümit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Besen &lt;/span&gt;(the singer) and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Banu Alkan&lt;/span&gt; (blonde woman) acts in that movie. This song &amp;amp; movie is about a man and woman who loves each other; but then woman marries with another guy and man sees them in wedding ceremony. The funniest part of the video for me is, Ümit Besen's playing organ; cos in real life, he plays organ :))&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUMZLyyVINE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUMZLyyVINE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1825393710159926172?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1825393710159926172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1825393710159926172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1825393710159926172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1825393710159926172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-one-of-funniest-videos-ive-ever.html' title='Here i sit on the wedding table..'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1055180514275762006</id><published>2008-01-09T03:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:43:53.470+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neo-nazis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutschland über alles'/><title type='text'>Deutschland über Alles? Nazis Bueno?</title><content type='html'>Last week, we were talking about Nazis with Susi. I haven't heard so much since then; but i learned so much from what Susi told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They wear army boots and some special martial shirts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are blonde.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They speak very good German.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And they want to fight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These were about the Nazis in Austria or Germany. I also heard there are Nazis in Poland! But Susi told me they're even in Spain!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spain?!!&lt;/span&gt; So, i gotta ask a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If i wanna be a Nazi, would they accept me? I can't speak German perfectly; but i try my best. It's the thoughts that count, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Nazis hate other people than Germans, what do they think about Spanish Nazis? Or they only like Germans and other Nazis all over the world? If German Nazis like multi-cultural Nazis, wouldn't it be paradoxical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why they even wanna fight with their own country's people? [Susi told me they wanted to make fight with her]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does it feel to be Nazi in a multi-cultural country??? [eg, Germany, Austria]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If i'm Turk or Spanish,, why should i think that Germans are the best? Let Germans think so!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Susi; i must admit that, what you told about Nazis, freaked me out! If i think more about them, i'll see them in my nightmares! Or i already did? i can't remember :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.acs.bg/Tolerance_museum/9_1/papers/p3/skinheads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.acs.bg/Tolerance_museum/9_1/papers/p3/skinheads.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But seriously, i wish i could speak German perfectly, get into their groups and understand the way of they think! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1055180514275762006?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1055180514275762006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1055180514275762006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1055180514275762006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1055180514275762006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/01/deutschland-ber-alles-nazis-bueno.html' title='Deutschland über Alles? Nazis Bueno?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1001382270774878632</id><published>2008-01-07T13:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:24:03.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, it's Facebook, how can i help you?</title><content type='html'>You know, when i was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eskişehir&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merve, &lt;/span&gt;my parents called me a lot, but couldn't reach me. Then they called a few of my friends, our dorm's workers &amp;amp; owners etc.. They thought that i got lost or sth. Anyway,, when i was talking to my mum, she said she looked for me everywhere. There has been this conversation between us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum: &lt;/span&gt;Where were you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;İrem:&lt;/span&gt; I was just in Eskişehir, what's the big deal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; We couldn't reach you by phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;İrem:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, it was out of order. But you could reach me from internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; We called everywhere, we looked everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;İrem:&lt;/span&gt; You could look for me in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; Facebook too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;İrem:&lt;/span&gt; You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"called"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, they said you're not there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;İrem:&lt;/span&gt; Oh really???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums and technology! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1001382270774878632?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1001382270774878632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1001382270774878632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1001382270774878632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1001382270774878632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-its-facebook-how-can-i-help-you.html' title='Hello, it&apos;s Facebook, how can i help you?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-5143698742947379809</id><published>2008-01-04T14:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:47:46.592+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ich bin sehr billig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bist du mein freund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u-bahn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nur für dich'/><title type='text'>Winter Therapy!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello my blog readers and ducks!!&lt;br /&gt;I had a g-r-e-a-t week and my best Silvester ever!!! But i'll write it a bit "ciphered" and u can guess why ;)&lt;br /&gt;At the 27th morning, i went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Eskişehir&lt;/span&gt; to have a week in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Merve's dorm&lt;/span&gt;. She and her boyfriend -also a friend of mine- met with me in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;bus-terminal&lt;/span&gt; and we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Merve's dorm&lt;/span&gt;. In a week, we went to a lot of places,, shopped like crazy and had a lot of fun!!! Me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Merve&lt;/span&gt;, her bf &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Fatih&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sinem&lt;/span&gt; were together and we're very good friends!!! Unfortunately &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sinem&lt;/span&gt; could stay only for 3 days; but it was still awesome to see her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Fatih&lt;/span&gt; is a veeeeeeeeery funny guy!!! I was laughing a lot while &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Merve&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Fatih&lt;/span&gt; were talking and i even took videos of them! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;I also met&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; neighbours of Merve&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Mine and Begüm. Mine&lt;/span&gt; taught me new tricks and cheats on Sims. She was so nice!!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;At the last day, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Merve and Fatih&lt;/span&gt; brought me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;bus-terminal&lt;/span&gt; and had to leave. I had a few hours till my bus; so i decided to discover this big &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;bus-terminal&lt;/span&gt;. Guess what,, i got lost in it and i had only 20 mins to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;bus's &lt;/span&gt;departure!!! I was running all around like crazy bulls and finally i could catch up the bus ;)))&lt;br /&gt;Woooohh,,, it was amazing and if i come to this world again, i would do it again and again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A biiiiiiiiiiiiig thanks for everyone who hosted me and made me have my favourite days ever!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U-BAHN FOREVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-5143698742947379809?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/5143698742947379809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=5143698742947379809' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5143698742947379809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/5143698742947379809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-therapy.html' title='Winter Therapy!!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8146420791505069131</id><published>2007-12-26T18:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:33:01.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to the moon and back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savage garden'/><title type='text'>For the non-existing one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's taking her time making up the reasons&lt;br /&gt;to justify all the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;guess she knows from the smiles&lt;br /&gt;and the look in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;everyone's got a theory about the bitter one&lt;br /&gt;they're saying, "mamma never loved her much"&lt;br /&gt;and, "daddy never keeps in touch&lt;br /&gt;that's why she shies away from&lt;br /&gt;human affection"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but somewhere in a private place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she packs her bags for outer space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come&lt;br /&gt;and she'll say to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i would fly to the moon &amp;amp; back if you'll be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you'll be my baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got a ticket for a world where we belong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would you be my baby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she can't remember a time when she felt needed&lt;br /&gt;if love was red then she was colour blind&lt;br /&gt;all her friend they've been tried for treason&lt;br /&gt;and crimes that were never defined&lt;br /&gt;she's saying, "love is like a barren place,&lt;br /&gt;and reaching out for human faith&lt;br /&gt;is like a journey i just don't have a map for"&lt;br /&gt;so baby's gonna take a dive and&lt;br /&gt;push the shift to overdrive&lt;br /&gt;send a signal that she's hanging&lt;br /&gt;all her hopes on the stars&lt;br /&gt;what a pleasant dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would fly to the moon &amp;amp; back if you'll be...&lt;br /&gt;if you'll be my baby&lt;br /&gt;got a ticket for a world where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so would you be my baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8146420791505069131?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8146420791505069131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8146420791505069131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8146420791505069131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8146420791505069131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-non-existing-one.html' title='For the non-existing one...'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-2449057584661025025</id><published>2007-12-11T01:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:10:01.588+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socialising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Techology = Socialising!</title><content type='html'>Since a few years -techology developed etc.- people ask theirselves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do technology prevent us from socialising?"&lt;/span&gt; and the answer is always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yes"&lt;/span&gt;. In my opinion; people don't think about this in depth. It's always easy to blame other things for your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dissociality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If i talk for mysef; i wasn't really social before i met internet. To be honest, i sucked at human relationships. I use internet since i was 11 and the first thing i did was "chatting". So, years by years, i improved myself on relationships with the help of internet and i got many many great friends.&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna give an example from my nowadays life. I live in a dorm and i don't speak to many people- even if i wanna. I find people from our dorm in Facebook -which is sth. like Hi5- and i talk to them on internet.- which is easier than real. And the day after that; i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"can"&lt;/span&gt; talk to them at real easily!&lt;br /&gt;-Another example: I found many great friends -including the ones who read this:)- and i couldn't have found them if've 'hanged out' instead of surfing on the internet. Nobody can get these kinda great friends by hanging out aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;-I learned so much (most of my knowladge) from internet and this gives me self confidence; so when i get into somewhere social, i can act gutsier..&lt;br /&gt;I can give many examples about this.. All i want is; that people should give up blaming internet and get aware of its holiness! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Am i wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-2449057584661025025?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/2449057584661025025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=2449057584661025025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2449057584661025025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2449057584661025025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/12/techology-socialising.html' title='Techology = Socialising!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7865874653110315017</id><published>2007-11-29T02:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T03:10:21.940+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims'/><title type='text'>Emmm, naaaruuuu??!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sims99.com/uploads/screenshots/artcgrrl_movie190_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sims99.com/uploads/screenshots/artcgrrl_movie190_0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today i was thinking what a shitty life i have.. I don't have someone to love, i don't have money, my lessons suck, my school suck, i don't have many friends here,, etc... Then i thought of Sims.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wouldn't you like to be a Sim?&lt;/span&gt; I would! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would prefer to be a Sim&lt;/span&gt; than having that life. Here are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reasons to be a Sim&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sims are more attractive then me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They can easily find a job and money. Actually, they don't even need to work if they live in a big house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They got laid many times no matter how unattractive or young they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sims' parents doesn't say a shit about their boy/girl friends or any sexual relationships.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't get cold even they sleep outside!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They get laid before marriage and noone gossips about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They can loose many weight by just swimming 2 hours!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They all can cook very well!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are all able to kiss with many ways (Make out, peck, romantic etc..) and they know these techniques by birth i suppose!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even old people can get laid at the age of 60's!                             &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't have to worry about their futures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They can have homosexual relationships and nobody says a shit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Their computers always has fast internet connection, computer games etc..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They can fix anything / cook anything by just reading a book!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outfit beauty is not important at all- they still can fall in love with an ugly girl/boy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If they wanna die, they can just go to swimming pool or around the fire. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kurz und schmerzlos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Long Distance Relationship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't have to mess with wars, bombs, killed innocent people, idiotic politicians, radical religion etc..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They're ok with sleeping in different beds every night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OH, I GUESS I FOUND THE MAIN REASON!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're Not Materialists!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They live kinda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anarchist&lt;/span&gt; lives, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this sound nice?&lt;br /&gt;What you think?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.laflecha.net/storage/News/964/13964/support/los-sims-historias1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.laflecha.net/storage/News/964/13964/support/los-sims-historias1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.laflecha.net/storage/News/964/13964/support/los-sims-historias1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7865874653110315017?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7865874653110315017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7865874653110315017' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7865874653110315017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7865874653110315017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/11/emmm-naaaruuuu.html' title='Emmm, naaaruuuu??!!!!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-3996162454234097903</id><published>2007-11-28T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:01:34.602+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Adult World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/birthday18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/birthday18.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today; is a big day for a friend- Susi! Cos she's turned to 18 - which means she is an adult now, just like me! :)&lt;br /&gt;Congrats for this and you will see that being an adult, to be able to make your own decisions and to be free is one of the greatest things ever! From now on, you don't have to take admission of anybody for whatever you do (i mean, according to laws :P)&lt;br /&gt;You are the 2nd duck to be an adult; i can't wait for the others! :D&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice Cooper&lt;/span&gt; that i love. It was explaining my feelings 1,5 years ago and i wonder if it explains same things to both of us :)) And,, enjoy this song till the end of your 18!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Eighteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lines form on my face and hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lines form from the ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm in the middle without any plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a boy and i'm a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i don't know what i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just don't know what i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i gotta get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've gotta get out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll go runnin' in outer space again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've got a baby's brain and an old man's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;took eighteen years to get this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't always know what i'm talkin' about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels like i'm livin' in the middle of doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause i'm eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i get confused every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i gotta get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lines form on my face and my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lines form on the left and right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm in the middle, the middle of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a boy and i'm a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm eighteen and i like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, i like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, i like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eighteen and i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We're happy that you're born! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-3996162454234097903?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/3996162454234097903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=3996162454234097903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3996162454234097903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3996162454234097903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-adult-world.html' title='Welcome to the Adult World!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7519712632473315914</id><published>2007-11-24T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:04:30.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'>forget regret..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artbywicks.com/waiting%20in%20repose%20with%20texture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.artbywicks.com/waiting%20in%20repose%20with%20texture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think about that.. You're suffering of being loveless.. you can't just take an ordinary boy, you want him to be perfect: intellectual, clever, long haired and bla bla.. you have got too many demands..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You walk on the streets of campus thinking of how helpless you are,, you get in computer room to study... you sit and wait a bit and decide to see who else is waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There you see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"him"&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The perfect one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He looks at you,, and you look at him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't dare to turn your head to look at him again; but you know he is looking at you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You finish your study; he's still waiting behind you.. You just can't look at his eyes.. You leave that place silently and full of regrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you can't take him out of your mind.. It feels so painful to be aware of that you'll never see him again.. You're sure that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he was the one you've been looking for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now he's gone,, you must forget about what happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You must heal that pain before it hurts too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'll never be with you..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7519712632473315914?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7519712632473315914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7519712632473315914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7519712632473315914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7519712632473315914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/11/forget-regret.html' title='forget regret..'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7677239923686713743</id><published>2007-11-10T21:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:13:23.574+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you can reach me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anita baker'/><title type='text'>To Himmy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;You can reach me by rail way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You can reach me by trail way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You can reach me on an airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You can reach me with your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You can reach me by caravan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Across the desert like a Arab man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I don't care how you get here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Just get here if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You can reach me by sail boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Find a tree swing rope to rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Take a sled and sly down slope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Into these arms of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You can jump on a speed boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Across the border in a blazer role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I don't care how you get here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Just get here if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; There are hills and mountains between us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Always something to get over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..............................&lt;/span&gt;If I had my way surely you'd be closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I need you closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You can win something to my like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Take me up on a carpet ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You can make it in a big balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; But you better get here soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I need you right here right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I need you here by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I don't care how you get here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Just get here if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7677239923686713743?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7677239923686713743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7677239923686713743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7677239923686713743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7677239923686713743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-someone.html' title='To Himmy...'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6910530922366803893</id><published>2007-11-06T00:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:42:42.504+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and over again..</title><content type='html'>What would you feel;&lt;br /&gt;when you are talking to your friend via messenger and you argue.. Then he lefts messenger suddenly. But he did it thousand times before and he knows that you hate this attitude ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know if i am the abnormal one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6910530922366803893?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6910530922366803893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6910530922366803893' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6910530922366803893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6910530922366803893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/11/over-and-over-again.html' title='Over and over again..'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-2893244821596007819</id><published>2007-10-30T18:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:00:35.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Woarggggggghhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rydej3AG8LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Pjky15gxJg4/s1600-h/23-10-07_2330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rydej3AG8LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Pjky15gxJg4/s320/23-10-07_2330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127170670937436338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello hello hello!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing and very tiring week. Let me tell about it :P&lt;br /&gt;On 23th, there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Anathema&lt;/span&gt; concert in Eskişehir. Eskişehir is so close to Bursa and i have friends there. I went to Eskişehir at the night of 22th. I was gonna back after 2 days; but... concert was cancelled to 24th! So we got so angry. Anyways, on 24th, we went to concert. It was awesome. Almost all of the boys inside were long haired! :D&lt;br /&gt;A guy tried to be close with me during the concert, but he was short haired! Look at the bad luck :P [Btw, i like long haired boys]&lt;br /&gt;I came back to Bursa at the morning of 25th aaaaand, turned back to Eskişehir on 26th!!! :D Cos we planned to travel around "a bit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RydfNnAG8MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OaOEE10MvNI/s1600-h/29-10-07_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RydfNnAG8MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OaOEE10MvNI/s320/29-10-07_1217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127171388196974786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the night of 26th, we travelled to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Burdur&lt;/span&gt; to see a close friend. Burdur was a very boring city. At the night of 27th, we drank a lot. I, personally drank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 gl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asses of gin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half bottle of beer &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; half bottle of vodka&lt;/span&gt;. I can't remember the rest; but the thing i remember is; puking is a bad thing if you're in someone else's house :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*I was trying to look like stupid girls :p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rydd5XAG8KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/raO7jzsMzrQ/s1600-h/haritaaa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rydd5XAG8KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/raO7jzsMzrQ/s320/haritaaa.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127169940792996002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;......................*Here is our route :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On 28th, we rented a car and went to Antalya. There we had a lot of fun. Antalya was a very nice city for sure. We were 3 boys and 2 girls in car. At night, a boy and me wanted to see some travesties. So, we looked for them with car. We saw 2 travesties who were on the edge of sidewalk. We slowed down and looked at them. One of them saw us and looked at Merve, who were on the front seat, veeeery weirdly, like she was surprised!! It was so funny!:D But these travesties were more beautiful than me i swear!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RyfAOHAG8OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IO7GDib9DUE/s1600-h/29-10-07_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RyfAOHAG8OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IO7GDib9DUE/s320/29-10-07_1437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127278049414803682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*When we got bored inside the car*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RydgLXAG8NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A5BKvRF2cEk/s1600-h/26-10-07_2244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RydgLXAG8NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A5BKvRF2cEk/s320/26-10-07_2244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127172449053896914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;* Merve and me,in her dorm,preparing for our tour :p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At the morning of 29th, we left &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Antalya&lt;/span&gt; and came back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Burdur&lt;/span&gt;. A few hours later, me and my friend returned to Eskişehir. I returned to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Bursa&lt;/span&gt; this morning :D&lt;br /&gt;So;;&lt;br /&gt;In a week; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Eskişehir 3 times :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I went to 3 different cities that i never been before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In just a day, i've been in 4 cities :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I met real metalheads \m/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And had lots of fun! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RyfDi3AG8PI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PIl3i-IVca8/s1600-h/29-10-07_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RyfDi3AG8PI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PIl3i-IVca8/s400/29-10-07_1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127281704431972594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         * In Antalya*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-2893244821596007819?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/2893244821596007819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=2893244821596007819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2893244821596007819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2893244821596007819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/10/woarggggggghhhhhhh.html' title='Woarggggggghhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rydej3AG8LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Pjky15gxJg4/s72-c/23-10-07_2330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-295377257904234811</id><published>2007-10-16T23:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:41:38.248+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadej, you little anarchist!</title><content type='html'>Our super-protective politicians are now on internet. They forbid every site that they find "harmful". Once they forbid youtube for a few days. A few sites such as "megaupload.com" are still forbidden to access. I used to use a proxy site to access forbidden sites; but these proxy sites are forbidden too!&lt;br /&gt;They forbid sites cos of nudity, violence or whenever a foreign says sth. bad about Turks! :P&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was gonna visit Tadej's new blog, but what the hell is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RxUhd0C2BgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tLrW9wpqz4Y/s1600-h/ads%C4%B1z.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RxUhd0C2BgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tLrW9wpqz4Y/s400/ads%C4%B1z.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122036947274302978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadej!! What are you doing behind us??? :P Are you working for CIA? Tell us! :P&lt;br /&gt;We-wanna-know!!!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-295377257904234811?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/295377257904234811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=295377257904234811' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/295377257904234811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/295377257904234811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/10/tadej-you-little-anarchist.html' title='Tadej, you little anarchist!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RxUhd0C2BgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tLrW9wpqz4Y/s72-c/ads%C4%B1z.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6741349117111586361</id><published>2007-10-08T20:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T02:00:51.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Alabama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ac-nancy-metz.fr/pres-etab/col_sierck/qcm/hpwarum/deutfra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ac-nancy-metz.fr/pres-etab/col_sierck/qcm/hpwarum/deutfra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow i'm going back to home for our kinda religious holiday. I'm first going to İstanbul, then to Adana by plane. I'll be there for a week. I wasn't so addicted to Adana before; but comparing to Bursa, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adana is a heaven!&lt;/span&gt; First of all, i haven't got any friends here yet. People in my dorm are idiots mostly, i can't get friends from school either. Cos every lesson is in different class with different students. There are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least 100 students in a lesson.&lt;/span&gt; How can i get friends there? :P So, i miss talking to people a lot. I call or ring my friends all the time, i chat with them.. I usually get bored here, fortunately i have a laptop and internet connection! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed about university. High school was the best! Cos i knew all of the people in my school. Here nobody knows each other. Also, there are nearly no attractive boys in university.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the only reason i may like Bursa is, almost all of the people are blonde!!! Most of them got blue eyes! I feel like i am the blackest in the city :P&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of handsome boys with blonde hair and blue eyes in the city center; buuuut the problem is; they're high school students!!! How unlucky me, most of the university student guys are brunette! So, since i'm not a pedofil, i stay away from boys :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to do, like hanging out with my "non-existing" friends, so i improve myself like crazy. I started French lessons from where i ended. I play tennis and starting guitar soon. I read politicial and difficult books like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ursula K. Leguin&lt;/span&gt;'s books. Alsoooo, just today i started German lessons!! I learn German at school and i'm the only student of meine Lehrerin :D She was so surprised when she heard i learn German and French at the same time and will start new languages next year. Cos nobody cares of other languages here.&lt;br /&gt;She is a very nice teacher; we both agreed that German does not sound rude at all, it's a polite langauge! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ich Lerne Deutsch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;J'apprends la Français&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heheh :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to scratch one more line from my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"To Do List"&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;I'll color my hair into red in a few days and will get a piercing on my lip after a few weeks. I wonder how'll i look :D I'll put my pic here then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i should pack up for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; swe&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;et h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;See ya!! :D&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Moni, i hope you'll see my new comment on "Sims" post :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6741349117111586361?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6741349117111586361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6741349117111586361' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6741349117111586361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6741349117111586361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='Sweet Home Alabama'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-3289665831563536998</id><published>2007-10-05T03:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T03:24:00.727+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Nazi ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was feeling crazy about making a new blog; but i had no idea what to write about. So, i wanted to share a pic that made me die of laughing in the middle of the night! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RwWDjt1XsPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FSGT2L_x-9M/s1600-h/2430102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RwWDjt1XsPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FSGT2L_x-9M/s400/2430102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117641201198543090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Still seeking for ideas of a new blog :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-3289665831563536998?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/3289665831563536998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=3289665831563536998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3289665831563536998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3289665831563536998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/10/black-nazi.html' title='Black Nazi ?!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RwWDjt1XsPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FSGT2L_x-9M/s72-c/2430102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1614134111356104952</id><published>2007-09-21T02:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T02:29:11.435+03:00</updated><title type='text'>..No Comment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RvMCKsh-PaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L44-Ai9-rMA/s1600-h/iphone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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but i just had all things done to write for ;)&lt;br /&gt;As you know, i'm starting university this year, in Bursa. Actually, it was my last preference :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be studying at "Secondary School", which means, i'll have same lessons; but i'll go to school at evenings. This is because my point was just a lit lower than the normal school. But this will make my life more interesting i think :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll study about &lt;strong&gt;"International Relations"&lt;/strong&gt; which was my only aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bursa&lt;/strong&gt;; is &lt;strong&gt;4th&lt;/strong&gt; biggest city of Türkiye (Adana is 5th). And it's so close to the biggest cities. (İstanbul-Ankara-İzmir); but so far away from my dad and mum :)) You can see it better on the map:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108710939547630642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RuXJiEvjfDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-C-XM6_vCRc/s320/map_turkiye1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purple cross is where i'll be. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; = Mum. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;= Dad. And the lines under the city names are, where my close friends go to university. I'm planning to visit them on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there are no flights to there; so i have two choices to get there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;13 hours of bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fly to İstanbul and go to Bursa by bus or ferry. [preferred :)]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Bursa on 5th Sept. for registration. I can't say i liked Bursa; cos people were so religious and city was so damn expensive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We looked for a good dormitory for 2 days, finally we found the most prefect one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all of the dorms, i was asking tv and internet facility, like this;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Do you have internet at rooms?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;TV?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;With satellite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ok, bye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll stay alone in my room, but will share a kitchen and shower with one another person. She'll have her room near mine. It's kinda "apart". The dormitory has all rooms like that. Our kitchen is even bigger than our home's kitchen!! :D Kitchen also has cattle and &lt;strong&gt;TV with satellite&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll have &lt;strong&gt;internet connection&lt;/strong&gt; in my room and i can host my friends in my room! Which was the reason i choosed that dorm. The dorm has its own cinema saloon, gym, restaurant and other stuff i can't remember ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 7th, we were done with university &amp; dorm stuff. I was planning to go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert in İstanbul that night. We didn't know how to go and return, but mum couldn't refuse me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got on bus at 4 pm and COULD &lt;strong&gt;arrive&lt;/strong&gt; to concert arena &lt;strong&gt;at 21:30!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It was told the doors would open at 19 and concert would start at 21. Guess what??? It started &lt;strong&gt;on 21:41!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW LUCKY I AM!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you guess how worried i was during the trip to concert area?? I thought i already missed it.. &lt;strong&gt;I even didn't have ticket&lt;/strong&gt;; fortunately i could buy from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Concert was awesome, they didn't play my favo songs, but it was still ok.. I saw also celebrities in concert :D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum was waiting for me in a park, outside of the arena. We had no idea how to return to bus terminal in the other side of İstanbul. When concert was over, mum called me. I went where she was and.. ta-ta-ta-tam!! She met a lady in the same park. She also was waiting for her son who were in the same concert. They started to talk and she offered to take us to the bus terminal by car!! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, they took us to the bus terminal at midnight. We could find the &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; bus. It was to Ankara. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW LUCKY WE WERE!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, we went to Ankara and then to home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I don't believe in miracles;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;but now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I can give them a second chance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I'm so happy to write off one more substance on my "to do list" which you can see right below ;)&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/12531005-9134932089590702030?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/9134932089590702030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=9134932089590702030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/9134932089590702030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/9134932089590702030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/09/leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='Leaving on a jetplane...'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RuXJiEvjfDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-C-XM6_vCRc/s72-c/map_turkiye1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-8229826166683620327</id><published>2007-08-26T18:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:57:42.838+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims 2 Night Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims 2 University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims'/><title type='text'>Simssssssssssssshhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>Hello Sims fellows!! &lt;div&gt;During the days of boredom, i decided to install Sims 2, to have fun and spend time. I bought;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/511fvP-rvbL.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/511fvP-rvbL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Sims 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sims 2 University&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sims 2 Night Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sims 2 H&amp;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i could install only Sims 2 University. I can't play it so far yet. You know i'm starting university after a month and i should get myself prepare for it =) I hope Sims will help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i did was, creating a Sims just look like me. She was very charming before i created her. But she was not that charming anymore at last :) I named her İry Jones. Her aspiration is Romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second character is Himmy Bigtool. He has long blonde hair, a hot body, brown round eyes, shared interests with İry (:p) and has Romance aspiration just like İry! :)) What a coincidence! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third one is named Lilya Nerd and she is just a nerd character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casusum.com/files/oyun/sims2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.casusum.com/files/oyun/sims2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first day, Himmy and Lilya started to talk and İry seperated them. Then İry and Himmy got close. I wanted to see some WooHoo, so i made them kiss all the time, but nothing happened!!! They got so tired and İry missed her final exam after all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casusum.com/files/oyun/sims2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of jealous İry, Himmy couldn't find any friends in the dorm; cos İry was following him all the time! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilya the nerd had a crush on Himmy, but İry took care of it too! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you readers play Sims too. I wonder, how're your memories about it? How do you suggest me to play? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-8229826166683620327?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/8229826166683620327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=8229826166683620327' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8229826166683620327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/8229826166683620327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/08/simssssssssssssshhhhhhh.html' title='Simssssssssssssshhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-9101135812087469255</id><published>2007-08-15T18:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:29:50.201+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful and Genious</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was talking to one of my friends. He has a new blog, so i asked for its adress. But he refused to tell it. I asked why and he told me to shut up. And i did so... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to find it by my own. It took just 2 links to find it. On my &lt;strong&gt;3rd&lt;/strong&gt; guess, i found his blog in &lt;strong&gt;thousands&lt;/strong&gt; of blogs, &lt;strong&gt;milliards&lt;/strong&gt; of internet users!&lt;br /&gt;I have news for him:::               &lt;a href="http://www.exotica.org.uk/gallery/games/images/c/CleverAndSmart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.exotica.org.uk/gallery/games/images/c/CleverAndSmart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a brain to use!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and guess what! His blog was in his langauge, but i found an online translator to translate it. What you say now? ;)&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, i got a Turkish blog and i mostly wrote swears in there. Via my tracker, i can see all of my visitors and their key words. Most of my visitors typed some porn movie names, swears, bad words etc. to google and found my blog. Everyday i get a lot of visitors like that. This was freaking me out!! I thought, i can have an advantage of that! So, i decided to put commercials on my blog:D&lt;br /&gt;It'll get active in a few days, so, don't keep your mouse for clicking :P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;- İry the Foxy o.o-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-9101135812087469255?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/9101135812087469255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=9101135812087469255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/9101135812087469255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/9101135812087469255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/08/beautiful-and-genious.html' title='Beautiful and Genious'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6506120937564341652</id><published>2007-08-03T15:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:23:51.993+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelmsford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Scout Jamboree 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hylands Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scorpions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scouting'/><title type='text'>Jambooo!! Hellooo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jambo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Means 'Hello' in Swahili]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; came back just a few days ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; went to Ankara on 20th, got my visa for UK. On 21th, i was on the way of London! Plane trip took 4 hours in a bad plane. I wasn't even able to move, it was tiring. When i arrived to London, i went to camp side by 2 trains and 1 metro. And all the way long, i was totally alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; arrived to camp side afternoon, i set my tent up and registered to be a JBT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JBT&lt;/strong&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;Jamboree Built Team&lt;/strong&gt;. We were gonna build the camp side etc. Actually this thing started on 1st july, but i couldn't go before. There were only 6 days till the camp starts and i wasn't allowed to stay in camp side after that. I should have been worked that time, but guess what i did!! Nothing!! :D I was sleeping, going to Chelmsford (the nearest town), eating lunch/breakfast/dinner for many times, hanging around etc.. It was so fun!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At nights, we were getting beer and sitting in bar, chatting to people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In&lt;/strong&gt; Türkiye, we have stores like "Everything is 1 Lira". And they usually sell junk. We saw this in England too!!! There is a store named Poundland and everything's 1 pound! But there were no junk! All goods were quality! I bought iPod accessories for 1 pound! They cost a fortune here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrj0NkeYGlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aS8nkyBuQSs/s1600-h/100_5544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096091492336278098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrj0NkeYGlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aS8nkyBuQSs/s200/100_5544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrjx-0eYGkI/AAAAAAAAACs/kKyjraKQEYU/s1600-h/100_5546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096089039909952066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrjx-0eYGkI/AAAAAAAAACs/kKyjraKQEYU/s200/100_5546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;*Inside of the Poundland* ...................&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Outside of the Poundland*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; was missing "some people" when i was there. So, i wanted to call "a friend". In camp side, to call a person, you should first buy a telephone card. Then you should get in the queque and wait. After waiting, you should call the number in that rush. I did so. I called a friend that i liked very much. And we talked like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hi, how are you? Hello??? I can't hear you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I am cycling now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Stop cycling then!! Is it more important than me? Hello??? Are you there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Yes i'm here, i'm cycling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Fuck off! I'm calling you from the other side of the world and you don't bother to stop cycling!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, i got very angry! Can you believe these kinda people???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt; night, we were watching a concert in camp side with my dear Slovenian friend Tina. You know i love alcohol. So, i bought a bottle of &lt;strong&gt;vodka&lt;/strong&gt;. It was more fruit juice :P After that, I drank &lt;strong&gt;beer&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; wine nonstop&lt;/strong&gt;. I kept watching the concert. I was feeling quite sobber! But when i got to my tent, i "fell down" inside! It was an awesome feeling! I was able to think, but my body was numb...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; 27th of July came,, the day we should have left. But we didn't leave the camp side! we, poor JBTs, were hiding from big masters!:D In order to have meal, we were entering from exit of the restaurant! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We could secretly watch opening ceremony in main camp. Prince William was also invited for the ceremony.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096111111746886322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RrkGDkeYGrI/AAAAAAAAADk/q6Ep_5YOzxk/s200/100_5577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;............................. *Me in heaven!!! Guess why? :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On&lt;/strong&gt; the way of returning to our camp side, stewards wanted to see our "Staff ID's". but we JBT's didn't have it. So, we pretended like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- What? We no speak English??!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he shouted us:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Do NOT forget your ID cards again! KEEP them with you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this humiliating experince, i was feeling like everybody was looking at my JBT card and ready to kick my ass out of the camp! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In&lt;/strong&gt; the last days, i met wonderful friends, i met my old friends from other camps. They are all amazing! They haven't changed mush from the last time i saw them. For example Silvia. Even her hair style is same! :) Also, her impressing and strong voice tone stays same =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially Petra from Slovakia.. She is amazing and very clever! We met her in Eurojam-2005 and she still remembers every single thing i told her! She is also very nice. She did me many favors ;) I owe her a very big "thank you" for everything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrj7zUeYGoI/AAAAAAAAADM/jMw2hUEVo98/s1600-h/100_5581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096099837457734274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrj7zUeYGoI/AAAAAAAAADM/jMw2hUEVo98/s200/100_5581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;*Last night of me. Me-Mustafa-Petra-A Belgian Girl-Osman, enjoying Nargile! :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 30th July, i left the camp side sadly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrj9-UeYGpI/AAAAAAAAADU/tGnWIt0H3to/s1600-h/100_5588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096102225459550866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrj9-UeYGpI/AAAAAAAAADU/tGnWIt0H3to/s200/100_5588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;*Petra accompanies me to the end of the camp for me..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During&lt;/strong&gt; the 30th July, i discovered London alone! It was so fun! Now i know every part of London! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In&lt;/strong&gt; London, i first left my backpack to locker in Kings Cross train station. Then i went to shopping in Picadilly Circus. After there,,, guess what i did!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Hammersmith Apollo foooor....... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCORPIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought my tickets from there. I was sitting in balcony, first line. They mostly played from the last album, so i didn't know most of the songs. The atmosphere was awesome. Most of the audience was older than me, about 40-50 and they were in band t-shirts, with long hair. And there i decided to be like them when i get older. Still headbanging! &lt;strong&gt;\m/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was in the queque of concert, i remember, an old man behind me said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The last time i watched them was, 25 years ago..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this amazing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096106026505607842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RrkBbkeYGqI/AAAAAAAAADc/xlwwQAtO5kM/s200/100_5600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; *Scorpions on the stage!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legendery Scorpions played nonstop about 3 hours till 11. I came back to Kings Cross to get my luggage back on 11.30. But there was a surprise waiting for me. It was closed on 11 pm! But my plane was for at 4 am!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i had to wait there or 3 hours to figure out what to do. Station staff really helped me much. The bad thing is, i had to pay &lt;strong&gt;50 pounds&lt;/strong&gt; extra to get my luggage at night! And &lt;strong&gt;+12 pounds&lt;/strong&gt; for the left luggage payment! It was horrible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got on a train to go to Luton Airport. There was an old man infront of me. He told me to wake him up when we get to Luton. I said ok. But i was so sleepy, so i couldn't resist anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 40 mins or so, the old man waked me up and said; &lt;strong&gt;"We're in Luton."&lt;/strong&gt; You can't even guess how it embarassing was!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i got to airport, there was another bad surprise waiting for me! Check-in worker looked at my ticket and said "This ticket is for 31th August, not for July!" Gooosh, i was wondering why it was that cheap though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i had to pay &lt;strong&gt;150 MORE pounds&lt;/strong&gt; to change it to 31th July! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31th July was probably one of my worst days. I arrived to İstanbul at 12 am, waited till 10 pm for another plane ot Adana! Everything was damn expensive in the airport, but i was starving, so i had to buy a Fanta and a cracker for 2€!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, 1 am, 1st August, i was in my bed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking how much i did in the last 10 days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;- Joined World's biggest scouting event, stayed there "illegally" for a few days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Seen Prince Williams!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Discovered London alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Met amazing people from all over the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Went to Scorpions soncert and headbanged \m/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every step costs in London.. But if you ask, &lt;strong&gt;"Was it worth to it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would answer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Yes, it was worth to every moment!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096094168100903522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrj2pUeYGmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fUk6Ta7KPk4/s320/100_5537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;........*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Osman &amp;amp; Me. I donnow what we're thinking:)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6506120937564341652?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6506120937564341652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6506120937564341652' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6506120937564341652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6506120937564341652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/08/jambooo-hellooo.html' title='Jambooo!! Hellooo!!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Rrj0NkeYGlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aS8nkyBuQSs/s72-c/100_5544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1042286327896960409</id><published>2007-07-20T20:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T20:02:28.960+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubi Dubi</title><content type='html'>Hey dears!&lt;br /&gt;I will be in England until July 31..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss me!!!!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1042286327896960409?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1042286327896960409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1042286327896960409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1042286327896960409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1042286327896960409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/07/dubi-dubi.html' title='Dubi Dubi'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-4382516889001163695</id><published>2007-06-26T16:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:55:06.884+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep!</title><content type='html'>Today, i understood what people really are. They're selfish, hypocrite...&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever care about people that much, so i won't geat sad at the end.&lt;br /&gt;I won't explain it more here, but i'm having the worst day of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-4382516889001163695?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/4382516889001163695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=4382516889001163695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4382516889001163695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4382516889001163695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/06/creep.html' title='Creep!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1965086907276929856</id><published>2007-06-06T21:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:07:31.667+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the big deal?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:::EDITED:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the problem is solved, i decided to delete this post. ;)&lt;br /&gt;But of course i saved the text in my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day,,&lt;br /&gt;- iry jones.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1965086907276929856?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1965086907276929856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1965086907276929856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1965086907276929856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1965086907276929856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-big-deal.html' title='What is the big deal?!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-3381071897505030334</id><published>2007-05-15T00:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:38:41.469+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision song contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molitva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esc final'/><title type='text'>Mooolitvaaaa!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://panther1.last.fm/proposedimages/original/6/18196081/570973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://panther1.last.fm/proposedimages/original/6/18196081/570973.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoever fails at semi, the best song always wins!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making this blog a little late, i know. But i'm so happy Serbia won ESC!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were an unfairness in voting, but Serbia won finally!&lt;br /&gt;I voted:&lt;br /&gt;3 times -&gt; Slovenija&lt;br /&gt;3 times -&gt; Serbia&lt;br /&gt;2 times -&gt; France&lt;br /&gt;1 time -&gt; UK&lt;br /&gt;1 time -&gt; Bosnia&amp;Herzegovina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner is quite good, good song as well. She's been asked how she won without any shows and she answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Music is for listening, not for watching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohoho!! Great answer, isn't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;I hope to watch ESC live next year in Belgrade. I'lldo my best for it and maybe you'll see me on tv! :D&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hilmy, jury doesn't solve anything! Dot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-3381071897505030334?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/3381071897505030334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=3381071897505030334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3381071897505030334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3381071897505030334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/05/mooolitvaaaa.html' title='Mooolitvaaaa!!!!!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6644366114503292098</id><published>2007-05-11T17:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:47:12.396+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision song contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esc'/><title type='text'>ThrashVision!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Did you watch the semi final last night?? Well, i did!!! It was THRASH!!! Look at the top 10 of semi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 01.&lt;/span&gt; Latvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; Serbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; Bulgaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05.&lt;/span&gt; Belarus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06.&lt;/span&gt; Hungary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.&lt;/span&gt; Moldova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08.&lt;/span&gt; Türkiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09.&lt;/span&gt; Slovenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Macedonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latvia was THE WORST!!!!!!!!!! And they won!!! How come????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Bulgaria:&lt;/span&gt; I didn't like it. It was too fast and the singer couldn't sing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Israel:&lt;/span&gt; I loved the song and performance!! It was different and quality!! I wonder why they couldn't pass??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; South Cyprus:&lt;/span&gt; They were one of the favos. I am SO HAPPY they couldn't pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Belarus:&lt;/span&gt; Some melodies were stolen from James Bond movies!!! It was usual, but i can say that singer was cute! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Iceland:&lt;/span&gt; I only voted for this song. I LOVED the singer and song!!!!! They couldn't pass, cos they don't have neighbours!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Georgia:&lt;/span&gt; Why the hell they join this contest??? Who's next? All other Ex-soviets?????? This song was SHIT, but they got votes from their boss Russia and their follow Armenia!&lt;br /&gt;I like Georgian singer's dress btw :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;: Not special, but better than Georgian shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Swizerland:&lt;/span&gt;  I don't like this country, but i liked their song. I am happy they couldn't pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Moldova:&lt;/span&gt; Another chick with a usual stupid song. They passes of course! Thanks to Russian boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Holland:&lt;/span&gt; Usual... I think Holland should take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Albania:&lt;/span&gt; Great voice, but not a catchy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Denmark:&lt;/span&gt; My FAVOURITE!!!! He was amazing!!! I was nearly crying that the couldn't pass!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Croatia:&lt;/span&gt; I LOVED this song!!! i really did!!! It was one of my favos,, but voters have such a shit taste, so they couldn't pass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Poland:&lt;/span&gt; Very "American" song. It was nice though.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; Serbia:&lt;/span&gt; The song was so good! And they show! It was like a lesbian show! :D One mannish woman and a few pretty girls around her :p&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; Czech Republic:&lt;/span&gt; A METAL song!!!!! I loved it!!!!!!! It was a cool song, cool men! I'm so sad they couldn't pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Portugal:&lt;/span&gt; It was one of my favos!!! I still can't believe it couldn't pass! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Macedonia:&lt;/span&gt; SHIT SHIT!!! It was one of the weakest songs, but thanks to ex-yu's!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Norway:&lt;/span&gt; It was a very powerful song, shame they couldn't pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Malta:&lt;/span&gt; I was expecting a better song from them.. But they're better than Macedonia or Latvia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Andorra:&lt;/span&gt; Very cute punk song!!!!!! It's realy a shame they couldn't pass!! People should vote for different things too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Hungary:&lt;/span&gt; Good voice. But she sang blues with blue jeans!! She should have wore a better costume!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Estonia:&lt;/span&gt; The singer was called "Pink's clone" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Belgium:&lt;/span&gt; It was quality show, but not a catchy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Slovenia:&lt;/span&gt; I loved this song and i'm happy they finally could pass semi! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Türkiye:&lt;/span&gt; I admit we have a shit song. Thanks to Turks who live abroad :p&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; Austria:&lt;/span&gt; This song was really amazing!!!! One of my favos! And i'm sad it couldn't pass :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&gt; Latvia:&lt;/span&gt; The WORST song of the semi!!!! I'm still shocked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see the final, but there isn't any song that has the potential to win... One of the worst ESCs ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6644366114503292098?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6644366114503292098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6644366114503292098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6644366114503292098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6644366114503292098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/05/thrashvision.html' title='ThrashVision!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6246177074206757513</id><published>2007-05-09T02:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T03:08:19.208+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpriseeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I decided to make this blog in 2 seconds!!&lt;br /&gt;Today is, one of my greatest friends', Hilmar's birthday. I was pretending like i forgot his birthday, but how can i??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here you can see he tried to remind it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilmar: do you know what day it is today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irem: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilmar: what day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irem: wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilmar: nope   that's tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irem: here, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilmar: no it is   wednsday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilmar: there  and  9th of may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irem: not yet there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilmar: nein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilmar: do u know what happened that day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irem: nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilmar: 22 yrs ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irem: i donnow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilmar: ok&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? I was trying to change the subject :P And i tried so hard to keep him on chat =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember when i met him, he was 19 and i was 16.. He was weird and boring :P&lt;br /&gt;Now he is 22, i'm 18; he is interesting and fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;We shared so much together.. I know almost everything about him. He is more than a friend for me- a part of my life! :)&lt;br /&gt;I just can't resist a day without him, he is always in my mind. I miss him so much if i don't chat with him in 24 hours :P&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog is quick and simple, but there is 10 mins till we enter 9th may! And i stayed awake till 3 am to celebrate it for the first time... (there are 3 hours between us and i'm gonna wake up at 7 am tomorrow) All worth for you :)&lt;br /&gt;Many many many many... kisses and hugs!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.craftelady.com/images/Happy_Birthday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.craftelady.com/images/Happy_Birthday.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6246177074206757513?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6246177074206757513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6246177074206757513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6246177074206757513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6246177074206757513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/05/surpriseeeeeeee.html' title='Surpriseeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7767237189713887093</id><published>2007-04-23T22:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:13:20.549+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative SIP '07 Comments :)</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; know i'm telling the results earlier than Susi does, but i won't tell all of the results here.  I'll just tell my opinions about the interesting nominees not nominees and winners! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here comes the category and nominee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicest Human Being Alive:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Irene Höller, Alice Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Ri0T7gSItgI/AAAAAAAAACk/omffs2AMu9o/s1600-h/AliceCooperBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Ri0T7gSItgI/AAAAAAAAACk/omffs2AMu9o/s200/AliceCooperBaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056719869606147586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can you see the irony? One is (Irene) very peaceful (as i guess:p) and one is (Alice- my love) so wild and crazy. For your information, i put a pic of Alice here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Stupid Politician Alive:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;George WC Bush (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, he is stupid; but isn't there any other stupid politicians? If u ask me, i can give you name of Angela Merkel, Royal, Chirac, Sarkozy, our prime minister (i bet he is the most stupid one!!!!!).. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman of The Year:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Shakira, Angela Merkel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looool!!! Look at the irony again!! They're so different with each other. And i wonder, what did Shakira do to be woman of the year??? Shaked her ass? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book of the year:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Blindsighted (Karin Slaughter), Irem's test books, Der verlorene Blick [The lost view] (Jana Frey), Shogun (James Clavell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course the winner is my test books, cos with the help of them, i'm gonna pass uni. exam and meet my ducks! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best singer of the year(female):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Shakira, Tori Amos, Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Susi didn't know who were -the great goddess- Tori Amos. Any of you know who she is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In nominees, Tori shines like a diamond between two trashs (for me) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We decided to choose Nelly, cos even she is better than Shakira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Band of The Year:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Black Eyed Peas, Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OOOH MY GOOOSH! Here is the irony! One is completely crap (for my taste), one is a true legend! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prize for whole life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lance Armstrong, Rocco Siffredi, Ibrahim Rugova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stormvlad.net/resources/2006/rocco-siffredi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.stormvlad.net/resources/2006/rocco-siffredi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lance and Ibrahim are amazing people, we already know that. When we were deciding, Susi didn't know who was Rocco Siffredi, Rocco was my nominee.  He is one of the most famous porn stars of the world, he is Italian, he acts, writes sceneries and directs porn movies and here is the shock:: He has 23 cm tool!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After reading this, we both agreed on giving him a SIP :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; The most important thing that happened this year: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;World Championships in Football, "Global Warming"- notice, Kyrill (storm), Winter Olympics, Release of Windows Vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha! Just look at the nominees and the ones who nominated them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-World Championships in Football:: Susi! She is so much into football :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-"Global Warming"- notice:: Me! I care about environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Kyrill (storm):: Moni! But i donnow what Moni is interested in general :S :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Release of Windows Vista:: Tadej! What other would i expect from him???? Looool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!&lt;br /&gt;See ya in Susi's SIP blog!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7767237189713887093?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7767237189713887093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7767237189713887093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7767237189713887093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7767237189713887093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/04/alternative-sip-07-comments.html' title='Alternative SIP &apos;07 Comments :)'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Ri0T7gSItgI/AAAAAAAAACk/omffs2AMu9o/s72-c/AliceCooperBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-3571657304046525105</id><published>2007-04-03T22:19:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:41:47.052+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja turtles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master splinter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage mutant ninja turtles'/><title type='text'>Turtle Power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://star75.jeeran.com/movie%20Teenage%20Mutant%20Ninja%20Turtles%201987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://star75.jeeran.com/movie%20Teenage%20Mutant%20Ninja%20Turtles%201987.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today i'm gonna tell about my favourite cartoon, my childhood heroes...... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;les!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;started to watch it when i was 6 (i guess), a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i haven't watched it for about 7-8 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Yesterday, i went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; its movie and i remembered m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y childhood memories..&lt;br /&gt;When i was a kid, i was watching it everyday and just like today, i was adoring them!! My favourite Ninja Turtles was Donatello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I even bought a model of Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;atello and hange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d it on my wall,, i donnow if it is still there :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I donnow if Ninja Turtl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;es wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e shown in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r cou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ntry, but if you haven't watched it, you lost a lot of fun and excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are the ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Donatello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(purple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Raphael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Leonardo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(orange)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ybfree.com/11TMNT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ybfree.com/11TMNT1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Master Splinter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alteredearth.com/acart/splinter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.alteredearth.com/acart/splinter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- April O'Neil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thebentkangaroo.com/NRP/Pictures/April%20O%27Niel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thebentkangaroo.com/NRP/Pictures/April%20O%27Niel.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Casey Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.derok.net/derok/images/classics/tmnt%20casey%20jones.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.derok.net/derok/images/classics/tmnt%20casey%20jones.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starpoint.net/%7Edennis/Shredder.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.starpoint.net/%7Edennis/Shredder.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Shredder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artline.ro/admin/_files/newsannounce/TMNT1987_Shredder.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.artline.ro/admin/_files/newsannounce/TMNT1987_Shredder.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage mutant ninja turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="txt_1"&gt; Teenage mutant ninja turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="txt_1"&gt; Teenage mutant ninja turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="txt_1"&gt; Heroes in a half shell, turtle power !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.dataeast.free.fr/Flippers/dataeast/turtles/pub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.dataeast.free.fr/Flippers/dataeast/turtles/pub.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-3571657304046525105?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/3571657304046525105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=3571657304046525105' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3571657304046525105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3571657304046525105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/04/turtle-power.html' title='Turtle Power!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-6367154421964140044</id><published>2007-03-30T23:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:53:36.237+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock and Happiness!</title><content type='html'>Today i got very important news! Of course i won't tell what these are here, the ones i dedicate this blog,, already knows what it is;)&lt;br /&gt;When i learned that, first i was shocked!!! I just couldn't believe in my eyes.. After that, i offended cos i have been told it after 3 months!!  Then i got very happy! With the talks between them, us etc... :P But it doesn't feel so good to hear everything at last ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway guys, promise me, from now on, i will learn everything at first places, ok? :p&lt;br /&gt;PS: MSN is not an excuse, we have Yahoo! now :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-6367154421964140044?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/6367154421964140044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=6367154421964140044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6367154421964140044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/6367154421964140044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/03/shock-and-happiness.html' title='Shock and Happiness!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-221310915758264201</id><published>2007-03-20T00:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:32:30.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing me, killing you, killing all we have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ablecd.wz.cz/vendeta/fuhrer/hitler-pretorians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ablecd.wz.cz/vendeta/fuhrer/hitler-pretorians.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-What would change if Adolf Hitler were killed in assassination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;World War II. would finish at July 1944.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Between July 1944- April 45, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 million&lt;/span&gt; soldiers and civilians &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The number of jews who killed in captive camps, would be 4 millions, instead of 6 milions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USA wouldn't bomb Hiroshima and Nagasaki.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The world wouldn't seperate as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"West Bloc"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"East Bloc"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There wouldn't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berlin Wall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Türkiye wouldn't loose 700 martyres in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Korea War&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Türkiye wouldn't get &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_Plan"&gt;Marshall Help&lt;/a&gt; from USA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USA wouldn't attack Vietnam and kill &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.5 million people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Germany would be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super-power&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The world wouldn't seperate as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"imperialism"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"communism".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There wouldn't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"army-strokes"&lt;/span&gt; in Türkiye.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There wouldn't be a country named Israel!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There wouldn't be global terrorism all around the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal dividend of national income of Türkiye would be 20.000 $ [now it's about 3.750$!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There wouldn't be racism, anti-semitism and concecpts such as "neo Nazi".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Susi, do you remememer one question from 1.SIP, "The most important man in the history" and i answered it as "Hitler".. Were i wrong? :P&lt;br /&gt;SIP Rocks btw! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-221310915758264201?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/221310915758264201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=221310915758264201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/221310915758264201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/221310915758264201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/03/killing-me-killing-you-killing-all-we.html' title='Killing me, killing you, killing all we have...'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1036988227005733358</id><published>2007-03-12T18:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:05:33.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have a clone? Do you have a clone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brokenhilldirect.com/2545/With_FL/HTML/images/imitate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.brokenhilldirect.com/2545/With_FL/HTML/images/imitate.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you have friends that likes you; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you have friends that does what you advice, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you have friends that takes you as an example, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe you'll like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you have friends that imitates you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is annoying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why people imitate other people?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cos, they don't have their own characters, life styles.. They don't have self-confidence, so they have only one chance to be a member of society- imitating a popular and successful one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't they know that they just look funny by imitating others?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, they don't know. They think they are so cool and sharing same interests with popular ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are they stupid?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YES, A LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ffurg.com/casting_call/clones/clone-chris_boivin1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ffurg.com/casting_call/clones/clone-chris_boivin1_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, i'm gonna tell you what i had experiened for a few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am the oldest kid at home and i am successful (not bragging:p). My brothers used to take me as an example, they follow me in every step. But they don't annoy me much, cos they are still young and they have years to get a "real character". But what about my friends??? Once i had a friend- X. (i won't tell his/her real name, some parts i will tell X as "it"). X was; unprincipled, worthless and with a lot of complexes. X hadn't got many friends for years, then it found me. Inside, i was feeling sorry for X and hanged out with it. X was so shallow, but i didn't care about it much at first. It was telling lies to be equal with me. For example; when i told it that i was abroad that summer, it told:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-Oh, these countries? I have been there too, but i haven't told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Really?? Can you show me your photos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;you took there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-We forgot our camera at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then show me what you bought from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aaah, we lost our luggages at airport, everything i bought were in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-Where is your passport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It doesn't worth showing; it is invalid though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to believe it in that time, but inside i wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few months later, when we're talking, i told sth. about scouting and camps.. Then it decided to become a scout too. I made X a scout, i took x camps with me. But he was still imitating every step of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I bought some technological items, it bought same and the ones it couldn't afford, it made preassure to its family.&lt;br /&gt;It was following me on internet too. I was a member of some friendship sites- such as: Yonja, Hi5, sms.ac etc, and had a blog. Guess what? It become a member all of them!!! It even stole background colors of my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It didn't stop imitating me on education life. X, wanted to go my highschool, but Adana's first 300-350 row -clever- students were able to come in. I could, it couldn't, so it lied again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;-I always wanted to come in your school. I won another -one of the bests, but worse than mine- highschool at exam, but i didn't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-Why you didn't go that good highschool and went the sticky one that you have to pay milllions every year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;-It was my aim to go your school, so, i couldn't go another school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-How many points did you get in exam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;-I....don't remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Education part was not done. It couldn't pass university exam for a few years. That year i told it which course i was gonna go,,it came same course as me! We were in different terms, -my term was hardworking ones' term-, it wanted to be in same term as me, but of course, they didnt allow it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am interested in programming languages, so i bought a PHP book.. After afew months, it wanted to borrow my PHP book,i asked why, it said , it wants to learn this too, as it told, it could understand everything by reading!! It thinks programming langauges can be learned like reading story books! And it even doesn't know there is any web browsers except IE 6!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You see friends... I could only remember a few imitations of it. Be aware of kinda people, they don't deserve to be your friend! I am happy that i eliminated one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.divus.cz/images/umelec/ODLDOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.divus.cz/images/umelec/ODLDOS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1036988227005733358?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1036988227005733358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1036988227005733358' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1036988227005733358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1036988227005733358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-have-clone-do-you-have-clone.html' title='Do you have a clone? Do you have a clone?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-4785623448310620831</id><published>2007-03-04T21:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T03:10:36.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGRY AS HELL!!!</title><content type='html'>People keep asking why i'm that angry. And i just say "just so...". I have so many reasons to be angry, so i don't spend time to tell those all. So, let's start my reasons.. These are only a few i can remember;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uepc014.ee.qub.ac.uk/rtr/special_features/mr_angry/mr_angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://uepc014.ee.qub.ac.uk/rtr/special_features/mr_angry/mr_angry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cos;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am sick of lessons. Most of my friends are in university now, but i'm still preparing for university exam shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I fucking hate mum. People can't believe i really hate her; but that's true. I even don't call her "mum". She thinks she is the possible best mum in the world, buys me everything i want etc.. But that's not all i want! She is so fucking old-fashioned. Thinks i am a satanist just because i listen metal bands and wear skull t-shirts! :@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I hate to be "ugly". Actually i don't think i am ugly; but everybody says so. I can see uglier girls than me has very handsome boyfriends. I guess i don't have kinda bitchy soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I hate that there are so many bad injudgements for us all over the world. I'm tired of called as t-errorist just because i am Turk and muslim (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I hate visa!! No, not the credit card!!!! We MUST get visa to go another country, cos we are Turks and muslims! Most of the countries give visa hardly to us. We must have 8000 or 12000 (can't remember) USDs to get visa from USA!! Even it is hard to get Greek visa!!! And you know what???!!! We don't ask visa from any country except African countries. All Greeks are free to come here!!! For example; we MUST get visa from Czech Republic, but they can come here with an id card!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I hate some bands who doesn't come for concerts here. Madonna had a "Confessions Tour" a few months ago and she went even very small and unnecessary countries; but she hasn't come to Türkiye there she has millions of fans!!! She even went to Czech Republic!!!&lt;br /&gt;Also Iron Maiden. They even will go Bulgaria (EVEN Bulgaria!!!!!!!!!!!!) for concert; but not Türkiye!!!!!   Most of the bands that are having world-tour; come near Türkiye- to Greece. They don't come to Türkiye; so some of the fans have to travel to Greece to go concerts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate good-day friends!!!! They are your best friends in good days, but when you are sad and not making them laugh; they just leave you! The worst thing is, you should be in the same place with them a whole year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I hate my scout-leader. He is so fucking irresponsible. Whenever i call him, he says he will be in scout-house; but anyime i go, he is not there!!! I am resisting to him just for World Jamboree this year! Otherwise, i don't care!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I hate that people think she's a bitch and horny if she likes to talk about sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am so angry that,, even though i have been learning English for 10 years, but i still suck at it! I always use same forms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I hate that, teens in my age at least can speak 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different langauges! But look at me, i only can speak English well; i'm going to French courses; but people think i'm crazy!!! They think i should concancrate on my lessons only!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate my internet connection!!! It is so fucking slow that i should load a youtube video twice to be able to watch clearly. I can't listen internet-radios already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I am so so so so fucking angry that i'm not good enough on my lessons. Now, in course class, i am the one who's graduated from the BEST school; but i'm always 12th-15th of class! This is not i deserve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate not to able to open msn. Cos when i open it, there are always too many people and i don't have time to talk to them all. And when i don't talk to them, they delete me. So, i better not open msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I finally bought my own guitar 1 month ago, but the teacher seems unwilling to gimme lessons. Everytime mum calls him, he says "we will arrange a day later." I'm afraid i won't learn it till summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I'm still sick of my acnes. I used very dangerous Roaccutane medicine for them, but they're not gone. Now my face is red and with a lot of holes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I hate spots on my face and my nose. I want to have plastic surgeries for them; but mum is too ungenerous to have made by private doctor! But i can't trust government hospitals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate that, i have driving licence, but i can't use car in traffic!! And mum doesn't let me to have private lessons for it! She says she'll teach me!!! Gosh, i'm tired of walking 30 mins to course every morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I hate discances between someone i like and me is too much!!!! There are so many stupid and unnecessary people physically close to me and a few people that are so special and important for me who are far far away.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Resq0528SsI/AAAAAAAAACI/nghC5J5QBos/s1600-h/ken19zs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Resq0528SsI/AAAAAAAAACI/nghC5J5QBos/s320/ken19zs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038167696516860610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-4785623448310620831?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/4785623448310620831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=4785623448310620831' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4785623448310620831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/4785623448310620831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/03/angry-as-hell.html' title='ANGRY AS HELL!!!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/Resq0528SsI/AAAAAAAAACI/nghC5J5QBos/s72-c/ken19zs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-3739899364408087024</id><published>2007-02-17T23:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:45:49.044+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Date-able?</title><content type='html'>As you know, a few days ago were Valentine's Day. In this day, couples went out, made love etc.. In course, teacher asked a girl in our class what will she do in Valentine's. She told she was gonna spend this day with her boyfriend. That really surprised us, cos we thought only pretty girls could date and i quickly made an observation. Here are analyses of some of my friends and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ugly face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheerful &amp; good sense of humor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good-characher &amp;amp; Wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yesicankids.gov/images/bedtime/uglyduckling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.yesicankids.gov/images/bedtime/uglyduckling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thin &amp; nice body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncared outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wears teeth rings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheerful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good-character &amp;amp; Wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;İLKAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stinks so badly!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Short&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fleshy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not pretty at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress up like bitches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GİZEM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Short&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheerful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful outfit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RdeFC2T0EdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GIFsmbyro2g/s1600-h/lordi2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RdeFC2T0EdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GIFsmbyro2g/s200/lordi2003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032637392594670034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very cared&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good character&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Short&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEHTAP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disgustingly ugly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dull and cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheerless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;......And, now the truths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; I have never dated with anyone, nobody ever loved me..etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Same situation as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;İLKAY:&lt;/span&gt; Had got a lot of date-offers!!!! Very handsome boys asks her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GİZEM:&lt;/span&gt; She had date with a lot of boys,, so many boys had asked her out so far. Now she dates with "the most handsome boy in the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERAL:&lt;/span&gt; She only dated twice. Except that, nobody asks her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEHTAP:&lt;/span&gt; She is the one who surprised us! If i show you her pic, you'll puke!! And now she dates with a very handsome, green-eyed boy!!!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Here, when an ugly boy dates with a beautiful girl, nobodys says anything. But if an ugly girl dates with a handsome boy, everybody says "she's giving". That means they have sex... But what kind of a boy would date with a freak like Mehtap just because she gives??!!!! I never understood that attitude!&lt;br /&gt;We have a proverb "Luck of the ugly".. Ugly people are so lucky -as they say-, but i never had kinda luck. I see very ugly girls are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dateable, &lt;/span&gt;i am so ugly too, then what's wrong with me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-3739899364408087024?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/3739899364408087024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=3739899364408087024' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3739899364408087024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3739899364408087024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/02/date-able.html' title='Date-able?'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RdeFC2T0EdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GIFsmbyro2g/s72-c/lordi2003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-2010862139511796244</id><published>2007-02-09T21:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:32:56.372+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on baby, take it easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This text is based on Beko's last blog. I liked it that much, so i wanted to translate. Here it is.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheated on you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You argued with your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have sexual problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you bad at your lessons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Internet is slow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't you get what you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an exam to go university in your country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are tired of friend cheats?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photohomepage.de/Hobby%20Fotografie%20Naturfotografie%20Reisefotografie%20Sportfotografie/fotos/lustiges_takeiteasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.photohomepage.de/Hobby%20Fotografie%20Naturfotografie%20Reisefotografie%20Sportfotografie/fotos/lustiges_takeiteasy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are bored of being pervert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You dont't have any money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have bad habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You find life bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't go to WJ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who are jealous of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend's darling a jerk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to live addicted to someone during your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you fucked up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your iPod is damaged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You couldn't find clothes for your size?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't own your dream house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't own your dream life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your friend is cheating on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't have internet at your home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't you speak English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna learn languages but don't have course for it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ur city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adana is too boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take is easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original Cd's are 30 Ytl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your leader is too lousy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ife makes you wait a lot?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're ok with your destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you unlucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couldn't you take permission?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't go to concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.presentationpictures.com/eb05/569-take-it-easy-tortoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.presentationpictures.com/eb05/569-take-it-easy-tortoise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would i spend days,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i  thought like today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would i hide my problems,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every glass, in every lie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would i hide my sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When hairs get white, regretfullness starts suddenly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life keeps its slap for the ones like us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what we have become by taking it easy all the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought every smiley face was our friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed so fastly; where were we, where we are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life passed so fastly; where were we, where we are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the left ones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards to the darling who makes us suffering.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-2010862139511796244?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/2010862139511796244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=2010862139511796244' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2010862139511796244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/2010862139511796244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/02/come-on-baby-take-it-easy.html' title='Come on baby, take it easy!'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-3532973282840474055</id><published>2007-02-04T19:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:05:15.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors from Mars</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;Today i decided to make a blog about ignorance &amp; prejudgemets &amp;amp; stupidity. Yesterday i was reading a long text about some people who had funny (!) experiences with foreigners from &lt;a href="http://www.eksisozluk.com/"&gt;ekşisözlük&lt;/a&gt;.  I also will write my experiences at the end.&lt;br /&gt;I know Türkiye has a terrible image at abroad. People has so many wrong impressions about it. Now i'm gonna write some questions that foreigners askes to Turks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Do you have internet in your country?&lt;/span&gt; [Just, no comment!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Do you use camels for transporation?&lt;/span&gt; [Yes, we use camels! Our camels are named Mercedes, BMW, Renault, Honda etc.. And they drink oil.] (i really never understood the relation between camels and Türkiye. Camels are used in deserts and we don't have any desert!!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you have electricty in Türkiye?&lt;/span&gt; [No, we watch TV with candle-light!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Can you translate me this Arabic text?&lt;/span&gt; [We do NOT speak Arabic. We speak Turkish (which is completely different than Arabic) with latin alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Does your father have 4 wives?&lt;/span&gt; [Merrying with more than 1 woman is forbidden]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Why didn't you wear your veil?&lt;/span&gt; [Veil is forbidden here, if you're talking about turban; it is free here, though only 15% of women wears it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Did you forget your fez at home?&lt;/span&gt; [Nobody wears fez here since 1920s]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Do you have TV in Türkiye?&lt;/span&gt; [We have more than 600 channels]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You don't eat pig, just cos you consider it holy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You don't eat pig cos its skin is pink?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What color are traffic lights in your country?&lt;/span&gt; [red, yellow, green and pink]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Do you have music in Türkiye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Are you colony of Greece? &lt;/span&gt;[i'd kick the one who asked this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I heard you Turks eat humans?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you see the rainbow for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;first time in your life?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does a blue-eyed, blonde person can walk safely in İstanbul&lt;/span&gt;? [No, we eat blondes here] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you eat Turkey in Turkey&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you have mobile-phones in Türkiye?&lt;/span&gt; [Here, even 9 years old kids have mobile phone] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You Turks are European Arabs?&lt;/span&gt; [Turks and Arabs are 2 different races]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Is Türkiye in İstanbul?&lt;br /&gt;- Do you have pyramids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...etc...&lt;br /&gt;Here comes my favo qustion and answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Norwegian:&lt;/span&gt; Turkiye only has a little bit of land in Europe. You don't belong to EU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turk:&lt;/span&gt; This "a little bit of land" is larger than your whole country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA :D Isn't it an amazing answer? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roadkill.com/Camel/camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://roadkill.com/Camel/camel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the questions that i've been asked. (I probably told some of them before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Have you ever been to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Is alcohol forbidden there?&lt;/span&gt; [it is free and we have many "national" brands]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Do you have laptops in Türkiye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Do you have Harry Potter's Turkish translation?&lt;/span&gt; [ok, this question's asker is over there:p]&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna write a conversation between a Finnish guy and me here.&lt;br /&gt;F: Isn't Turkiye full of terrorists?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (oh god! Save meee!),, No, it is just what you see. In TVs they just show you the bombings with exaggrating.&lt;br /&gt;F: Oh... But don't u hate white guys here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes,  we hate white men here. We eat them in boilers! Our sitting bulls say so!&lt;br /&gt;F: Don't get angry, it was just a joke :|&lt;br /&gt;===========&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sick of kinda questions,, i hope our image will change in the future!&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;İrem The TURK (Not Arab!!) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-3532973282840474055?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/3532973282840474055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=3532973282840474055' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3532973282840474055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3532973282840474055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/02/visitors-from-mars.html' title='Visitors from Mars'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7919076902561434550</id><published>2007-01-20T21:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:36:59.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Étudiant de Français</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if i wrote the title right, but it is supposed to mean sth. like "Student of French" =)&lt;br /&gt;Today i started French course, finally!!!  We're only 10 at class and i guess i'm the youngest =)  Fortunately i already know some French, so it is not that difficult to me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else to write.. Oh, i wanna tell something that did last week.&lt;br /&gt;I know teachers don't even read the homeworks and i prooved it. Let me explain how =)&lt;br /&gt;My brother had religion lesson's homework. He found some stuff via internet and wanted me to print them.  I read that stuff and it was all brain-washing religious stuff. So i made a plan. I told my brother: "This stuff is so bad, you can't get a good mark with these. You rest a bit over here, i will prepare sth. good for you" and he said "Ok" of course :).    I found some "good stuff" from &lt;a href="http://www.turandursun.com/"&gt;here,&lt;/a&gt; which is an atheist site, prooves there is no prophet/god by real evidences.  And i put Kabe's pic under water for the cover. (Kabe is the most important place for Muslims). I gave it to him and he even didn't read the text =) Next day, he gave it to his teacher.. Guess what mark he got?? 5 !! Which is best mark!&lt;br /&gt;So,, i prooved that teachers actually don't even read the homeworks ;);)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RbKDXwIvgGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9TLQnGFI4tQ/s1600-h/grup9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RbKDXwIvgGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9TLQnGFI4tQ/s320/grup9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022220978553323618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya till next blog folks!&lt;br /&gt;PS: I can't come to MSN as online nowadays, cos MSN is too crowded, i really missed chatting to you guys! Hope to see ya there soon! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7919076902561434550?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7919076902561434550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7919076902561434550' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7919076902561434550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7919076902561434550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/01/tudiant-de-franais.html' title='Étudiant de Français'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RbKDXwIvgGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9TLQnGFI4tQ/s72-c/grup9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7587245915602338696</id><published>2007-01-10T23:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:38:32.664+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally adult! =)</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Today i got my driving licence. It looks so nice and now i feel "totally adult" :) &lt;br /&gt;Aaaand, here is my driving licenceeee!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RaVqoQIvgFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NQM38jxIO_k/s1600-h/ehliyet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RaVqoQIvgFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NQM38jxIO_k/s200/ehliyet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018534599533232210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7587245915602338696?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7587245915602338696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7587245915602338696' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7587245915602338696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7587245915602338696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2007/01/totally-adult.html' title='Totally adult! =)'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RaVqoQIvgFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NQM38jxIO_k/s72-c/ehliyet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7156393657452197702</id><published>2006-12-30T00:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:24:44.842+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bad year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RZWqtnxLAxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MVk4XbtH4Kc/s1600-h/softshapeart_snegovik_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RZWqtnxLAxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MVk4XbtH4Kc/s320/softshapeart_snegovik_1600x1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014101460892975890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 30th of December and i couldn't realised it until i looked at the calendar! Tomorrow we are gonna meet new year and i even haven't bought my new year lottery ticket!!!  I donnow what to do in 31st December night.. I guess it won't be something special. The bad thing is, this year, one of our religious holidays' first day and new year eve is gonna be at the same day. So, only one holiday instead of two! :((&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,,, like Susi did, here is my 2006::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First 6 months of the year: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nothing interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;July- August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Pretty interesting... Tried really hardly to be able to join Roverway and i could do it! I had an amazing time there and met very nice friends!&lt;br /&gt;Also, i found &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm"&gt;last.fm&lt;/a&gt; This amazing site has pretty changed my life. It's the best thing ever happened to me in 2006! I thank to Tadej for a million times for letting me to know this gorgeous invention!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the rest: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Nothing really interesting.. I started to go course to prepare for university exam shit once again.. I attened it (still attending).&lt;br /&gt;I took driver's licence (will get the card on 9th January at 4 pm:) ).&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. aaand.. nothing actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought this blog were gonna be longer, but i was wrong :))&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now i leave you with this cliche pic,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ENJOY THE 2007 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I smell it is gonna be an exciting year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mooresvillefirstpres.org/images/new%20year%20baby.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mooresvillefirstpres.org/images/new%20year%20baby.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7156393657452197702?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7156393657452197702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7156393657452197702' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7156393657452197702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7156393657452197702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-bad-year.html' title='What a bad year..'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/RZWqtnxLAxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MVk4XbtH4Kc/s72-c/softshapeart_snegovik_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-3756161396666651481</id><published>2006-12-21T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:47:43.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>=Difficulties of Being Ugly=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being ugly is difficult,&lt;br /&gt;try to live if you are ugly, is more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No love for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You never get respect at the first sight and get the less respect as possible, later (if you are lucky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody cares about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody talks behind you, gossip about how ugly you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People think it is their right to make fun of your appearance, even though it wasn't your decision to be ugly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No love for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You always "dream" about love by knowing that those dreams will never get real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you never dream so high; cos you know the higher you dream, the higher you disappoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody is gonna love you to death, nobody is gonna write love songs for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're never gonna asked out, maybe a few times, but only by horny boys/girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody is gonna die for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You always envy beautiful girls, think how pretty they are and feel worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; No love for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You never deserve to be loved,  but you can love platonicly if the "loved one" doesn't know that. If "the loved one" learns this, he/she probably will get angry, cos you are too ugly to be able to fall in love. And you hurt his/her charisma by loving him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love songs are never for you. For example you can't listen "Because you loved me" by Celine Dion or "I love you too" by Tokyo Rose. Even listening them is enough to make cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When boys of classroom makes a list of class' beautiful girls, they even don't put you in the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't find a dance partner in prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody cares how clever you are if you look ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No love for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody treats you rudely, but you knew they would be very very kind to you if you were pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody dreams of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You sometimes think of being an asexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are 2 kinds of people around you, the ones who tells that you are ugly and the other ones who doesn't tell it to your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You always envy to couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You think only beautiful ones have a bf/gf. That is right actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes you wanna feel pretty, but you never can; cos you are aware of your ugliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No love for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't watch Fashion TV or MTV; cos the pretty people there makes you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't look at mirrors, only for necessity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You sometimes feel yourself cute, but others not; so you get disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You sometimes like some boys/girls. But you know they'll never love you, so you bury your love in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some people make really cruel jokes about your outfit, so you cry while trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;When you tell people that you are ugly, first they look at you like they feel sorry and then they try to comfort you with empty words. Such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohh, don't be stupid, you are beautiful"&lt;/span&gt; you ask : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tell me what's beautiful with me"&lt;/span&gt; they say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hmm, you are tall!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"if i am beautiful, why nobody ever loved me?"&lt;/span&gt; and they say.... nothing! Cos they spent all their lies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No love for you, just,, forget it! You are gonna die alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many many reasons i even can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear another comfort sentences and don't think this text is about my life...&lt;br /&gt;Stay with beauties!- some can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-3756161396666651481?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/3756161396666651481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=3756161396666651481' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3756161396666651481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/3756161396666651481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2006/12/difficulties-of-being-ugly.html' title='=Difficulties of Being Ugly='/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-1137673192301222530</id><published>2006-12-10T11:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:27:02.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>Hmm hmm hmm&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a  new blog,but  i guess i am not so productive like Susi. &lt;br /&gt;I donnow what to write :P&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-1137673192301222530?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/1137673192301222530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=1137673192301222530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1137673192301222530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/1137673192301222530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-7233170288793691652</id><published>2006-11-03T00:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T03:04:29.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Vita! Vol.5 - Finito</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Hey Ya!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i know it's too late.. Here's the last post of Roverway... Last moments, last laughters, last tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* 13 August :::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was the last day of camp. We took our mail adresses, signed scarfs etc. during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/6596/1005080qk3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my friends from forum and took pics with them also. At night, we went to closing ceremony, but Beko preferred to stay in his tent and sleep. He missed too much things. We sang our camp song many many times, watched great shows on the stage. After that some of the scouts went to their tents, but me and Sinan stayed. We said goodbye to everyone for the last time. An interesing thing happened whikle doing that. Sinan and me was looking around and then 2 Greek girls came towards us and said "Are you from Türkiye?" , we told "yes", and they told that they were looking for us during the camp. They seemed to happy to find us :D.  We took pics of them and swapped scarfs and badges.&lt;br /&gt;At about 2 a.m we had to return our tents, cos at early morning, we were gonna catch the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* 14 August:::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was a fairly sad day for us. We took off our tents and said our last goodbyes the ones who woke up that early. We went to train station, changed a few trains to reach Rome. But when we arrived to airport of Rome, we learned that we were late for the plane!! So we had to change plane's time, we returned with Turkish Airlines instead of Czech Airlines. Well,, i was never to happy to miss a plane.. Czech Airlines simply sucks.  We arrived to İstanbul at night and at the middle of the night, we arrived Adana. This plane journey was really rock! So fast and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/2897/1005148xu4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Tired me....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General Impressions and Thoughts about Italy:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I talk about 2 kinds of Italians. Normal people and scouts. Italian scouts were really helpful, but i can't say the same thing about normal people. In Rome, almost nobody could help us to find our way. People were cold and arrogant 'mostly'. As i told before, a sales clerk woman in Pizza restaurant, shouted at us. We never and ever do kinda disrespect to tourists in Türkiye.&lt;br /&gt;*  People really have no idea about English. Even in touristic areas, workers donnow English, so we had troubles to understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;* Airport of Rome was so primitive and old. We lost our mats, also some people lost their luggages and nobody helped us!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Italian boys are really very handsome, but they all have girlfriends :))) We almost never saw a single Italian boy :))&lt;br /&gt;* There were all small cars in Rome. We almost never saw big and luxurious cars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Other Impressons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Besides Italians, Spanish boys are very handsome too!! I usually don't like brunettes, but this was different :)))&lt;br /&gt;* Note for Susi: I met very nice Greeks there :) I understand that we share a lot of things n general. We have a lot of similar words for example ;) One of the Greek girl's name was Irina! So close to my name :)&lt;br /&gt;* Note for Tadej: I tasted pork. It was tasteless and with a lot of fat.&lt;br /&gt;How can u eat it?&lt;br /&gt;* Note for Beko: ARAYA GİİİİR!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;==== End of the adventure====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/6126/1005124hy4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-7233170288793691652?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/7233170288793691652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=7233170288793691652' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7233170288793691652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/7233170288793691652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-dolce-vita-vol5-finito.html' title='La Dolce Vita! Vol.5 - Finito'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-116025782138003006</id><published>2006-10-07T22:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:29:12.941+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Vita! Vol.4</title><content type='html'>Yeaaah dear readers,  i am here after a long time. The adventure is going on with all its speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Poor Beko- Child of Pains (Acıların Çocuğu) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 August (Wine Day)::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We woke up had our breakfasts and walked to Monte Cassino. There we saw inside the building. We had our lunch there, we were guests of the priest. This lunch was the funniest and the most interesting lunch i've ever had!!! Let me tell you by details. The 'dining-lounge' was huge and looked like Harry Potter movies' dining hall :) We had to be soooo quite while lunch. We sat our chairs quietly. Beko was sitting near me. While waiting for lunch, he made some noises with plates, forks in that deep silence :) There was wine on tables!!! So, Beko and me blinked each other :p Firstly, we ate pasta. Then they served pork to others and chicken to us. We were drinking a lot of wine while we were trying to eat our chicken. But it was not so easy to eat it. This dialogue made me laugh so much!!&lt;br /&gt;Beko: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't eat this chicken, look, i had given it's teeth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you crazy? Chicken doesn't have teeth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beko: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it has...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My chicken is weird also. It has so less meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, to a leader: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We don't like this chicken! It has teeth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leader: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not chicken, it is RABBIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whaaaat??? Oooh, poor rabbit :'( :'( We can't eat this poor rabbit anymore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we suddenly stopped eating our 'rabbits' :) We kept drinking wine. We finished one and half of a jar together with Beko:) So, everybody was looking at us weirdly. They thought we were drunk, but we were not!!!! After that, we returned to our 'shelter'.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/tha_crazy_one.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/tha_crazy_one.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We were just trying to be sexy :p * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At evening, we went to Cassino. We had our dinner in some kind of help-house. There they served us wine again, of course Beko and me drank it :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/he%3F%3Fs_bad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/he%3F%3Fs_bad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bekoli-Fakoli at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; the help-house. Angry and Hungry. lol :D* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we watched dances of Portugueses' and Italians'. We only watched, cos we had no preperation to dance, cos our leader didn't mention about that. So, we watched them sadly-swearing to leader inside-. After a while, we couldn't stand watching it, cos we were so embarassed. We got out of there and walked a little. Then we sat on sidewalk sadly  and sweared to our leader inside again. We talked about our unpreparedness. A few mins later, we came back to the area. There were Lorenzo's birthday party. There we drank wine again:)) Me, Sinan and Beko got our wine and sat to floor and talked sadly, angrily. It was a cool moment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that event, we returned to our dorm. I guess we drank about 15 glasses of wine that day, so it was "wine-day" for us (Beko &amp; Sinan &amp;amp; Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0361.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Me- Joao- Beko. I love that pic!! I also hang it to my room's wall* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 August::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t morning, we went to our general camp by bus. We set our tents up. Unfortunately, there weren't enough spac for all tents; so i had to stay in the same tent with Beko for 3 days! It was terrible!!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;There were more than 5000 scouts in the general camp. I really wish that i knew all of them, but it was unfortunately impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0366.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sinan and Beko, hiding behind the tent :)) * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, about 2 pm; there was general opening ceremony. 5000+ scouts were all together :) We carried flag with Sinan, it was a great moment for me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0391.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Hakan- Sinan- Me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In opening ceremony, Tina (the Slovenian girl i met in Roverway forum) found me:))  I am still surprised how come she could find me, cos we have never seen each other before :D  She is such a great girl- one of my favourite Slovenians ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_5095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_5095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Me and Tina*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At opening ceremony, a friend who i met in Eurojam '05 found me!!!!!! But guess what, i forgot to take his mail adress again:( I hope we will meet in World Jam '07 again, then i am gonna get his mail adress definitely :)&lt;br /&gt;That day, we didn't do much, we just tried to discover the huge camp area. The camp area had 2 general parts and most of my friends from forum were in other part!!! So i was walking 1 hour everyday to see them! It was tiring, but definitely worthy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0394.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beko the camp-maid :p. Clean Beko, clean! What is your job?!! (işin ne, temizle!!) :D *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 August:::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;econd day in general camp.. That day, i didn't spend much time with my team, so after that Beko got angry to me, anyway, i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find Roverway forum members that day too, but first i found Tina again, then we found together. We could find a few forum members togeth&lt;span&gt;er. It was so tiring :) Unfortunately, we couldn't had a chance to talk to them much :(&lt;br /&gt;I joined a workshop that day- kinda activity.  Our activity was singing songs and i met Gruppo Immagini-who created camp song of Roverway!! :D I was so excited, it was unbelievable for me. Now, everytime i listen songs of Gruppo Immagini, i think "Oh, i even met these guys!!" :)&lt;br /&gt;At his workshop, i met great friends. One Swedish, one Greek, one Polish and one Portuguese. They were great people! We had our lunch together and even the food was not so good; it was one of the best lunches i've ever had!! :)&lt;br /&gt;After that, Tina, Anna (Hungarian) and me joined another activity. We listened about religion, some priests talked.. I was nearly gonna sleep!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;At evening, we went to Floerence. It was a wonderful place, but it was raining so much; so we couldn't do any activity. Just ate pasta , waited under rain and returned to camp. Can u imgine? Over 5000 people in one place, all under rain. We were also so cold, so we made a plan with Sinan. Sinan had a wound on his cheek, but it was nothing important. We told that it hurts too much and got on an ambulance. Sinan pretented like he doesn't know English, so i had to stay in ambulance too to translate what he says :)))  After a few minutes, Beko saw us and felt jeaolusy :)) He showed his not-important wound on his hand to doctor, but doctor told this is not important :D So, he couldn't got on the ambulance!! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0450.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A wet evening in Florence. Gisa, me, Sinan, Franco, Beko and Hakan. Look at Beko, lool :p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of cold waiting, we returned our camp area. Silvia's team's tent was wet of raining, so Silvia and Juliana had to stay in our tent.  3 humans and  1 Beko in a tent--- it was a difficult night :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next post,, the last day that i don't wanna remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my impressions about Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-116025782138003006?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/116025782138003006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=116025782138003006' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/116025782138003006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/116025782138003006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-dolce-vita-vol4.html' title='La Dolce Vita! Vol.4'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-115914828263834324</id><published>2006-09-25T00:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:35:48.854+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Vita! Vol.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey There, Comrade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continuing from the last time.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 August::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We woke up early this day, had our interesting breakfasts- that included cake, tea, cookie and a very hard bread. Italians call it breakfast, but we eat soft bread, olive, cheese, jam.. etc at mornings, not cake!! :))&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we started to walk into mountains. We walked till noon, then we stopped in a building. It was told that this building was a school, but i think it wasn't like a school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Me-Sinan-Beko while having a rest. I just love this pic, we all look so cool ;) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so hungry, but they didn't give us foods, they sperated us into groups and gave us cooking materials- such as pasta, pot, plates, salt, fork, meat, gas cylinder and let us to cook our own food. There were Riccardo, Gabriel, Fausto (now i remember his name) and Andrea in my team. Well, i can't remember our team very well :$. Anyway, Riccardo cooked almost all the food and the others washed the dish :)) We enjoyed a lot during this activity. Pasta and beef was so delicious, even the ants liked beef more than we did!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/cooking_team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/cooking_team.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Fausto-me-Andrea(orange boy), Riccardo (italian), Liliana, Juliana- while cooking and singing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, i met a great Portugese, Joao!! We became close friends with him so quickly and went to bar on the hill after lunch. We were gonna drink beer, but we told our leader that we were gonna sit there and drink coffee. We went there; Beko , me and Sinan drank beer; but guess what Joao did! He drank coffee!!! I thought we all were gonna drink beer and lied to leaders, but he was honest, oh my gosh :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*While we were 'beering' :) Sinan looks so cool :p *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we returned to our 'encampment', we seperated into some groups again and had given a paper to every group. There were questions about peace on this paper and i admit, it was sooo boring. There was a word in the paper that i couldn't understand. It was "bud". I asked to Luigi, he explained, but i couldn't understand. I blinked to Beko who was in another group, he told that he didn't understand that word either. He went upstairs of building and took his electronic-dictionary. There we looked the meaning, but we couldn't understand it. Then we looked at Sinan. There was a thick dictionary in Sinan's hand too and he was trying to find "bud". We looked at each other with question marks. After a few seconds, Hakan was coming towards to us with the giant dictionary with him. He looked at us and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Kids, do you know what  does "bud" mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was one of the funniest moments of the camp :)) Then i decided not to answer the question about "peace bud" :) .&lt;br /&gt;After that peace-paper activity, we made a circle, sang a few songs. A few mins. later, Gisa came with a very sweet fairy costume on her :) We were gonna play a game, try to solve some password and reach the 'secret of peace'. There we seperated into groups again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/six_saints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/six_saints.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Our great mountain group. Me-Joao-Juliana-Lorenzo-Liliana-Ricardo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i can remember, there were Silvia, Joao, Anrea in my group. They gave some papers to every group. One of the papers was a text which was written with a weird alphabet. I decided to solve that paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/the_code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/the_code.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Joao and me, he was helping me while i was trying to solve the password.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i solved it after a short time, while running  and walking after others :)) But i disappointed after solving it, cos it was nothing important. There it was writing sth. about happiness, friendship bla bla.... And it didn't help us to reach the secret. But anyway, we won it- even though we had to climb to a mountain for it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/Irem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/Irem.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Me, on the top of mountain- sunset*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/sunset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*While on the top of mountain. Juliana-Ricardo(pt)-Liliana-Andrea-me-Joao!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours on the top of mountain, we returned to our school. After dinner, sang some songs and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 August::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hen we woke up, it was still dark!! As usually we walked into mountains and went to a nursing home. We were gonna do a public-service. There were old women in a nursing home who were mostly alzheimer. We sang songs and danced with them. At first, it was a really difficult situation for me. Cos i had never been in kinda house before and didn't know what to do. So, i just did what others were doing ;) We enjoyed so much and while leaving there, people were looking at usnd smiling happily, it was worth to live that feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After there, we walked kilometers and kilometers....  We finally reached our destination. A weird place with beds!! Yes! We didn't have to sleep in our sleeping bags there! :D Normal beds with soft pillows :) There we played another game with topography maps. I must say that, i admired that maps, cos they were so detailed-thought on them!! I wonder who made them!! :) In this game, we had to find golden button that were hidden in the rocks, stones, bushs.. My group could only find one- which was found by me :p . But it was not a competition anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that game, we turned back to our sleeping place. There, they wanted us to write peace messages to papers in order to read in Monte Cassino. My team wrote 3 messages that are stolen from Atatürk's quotes and some Turkish proverbs :) At night, we walked to Monte Cassino- a beautiful castle that has a tragic story. This Monte Cassino was raised down for 4 times and everytime they built it all over again! I saw pics of Monte Cassino before and after restorations. It was so touchy to see there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest showed us some slides there and there we read our peace messages. Sinan was reading, Beko and me were holidng the papers. The funny moment was: Sinan read "Peace in the home, peace in the world" and Beko tore the paper with anger!!! It was a reflex action, but very funny :)) Reading messages about peace and after that tearing the paper angrily :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/turcos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/turcos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*Peace-messages :)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of speech, we learned some traditional Italian dance. Beko called that dance- learning activity : Manastırda Dans. (means 'dance in monastery') It sounds so funny and mysterious in Turkish :)))&lt;br /&gt;After 'Manastırda Dans', we returned to our place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Next day, new adventures, new tastes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Wait and see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/12531005-115914828263834324?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/115914828263834324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=115914828263834324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/115914828263834324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/115914828263834324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-dolce-vita-vol3.html' title='La Dolce Vita! Vol.3'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-115836512452980534</id><published>2006-09-16T00:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:35:48.785+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Vita! Vol.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        Hey comrades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today i recieved photos. Cos our leader (#%&amp;*!!) didn't send us our photos, even though we asked for a thousand times. So, Beko went to Ankara and took photos from Sinan ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 August::::&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;At morning, we woke up with excitement. Cos we were gonna meet our route members for the first time and we had nearly no idea about them.&lt;br /&gt;We were gonna meet in Termini (Train Station)  and Termini was 10 meter far away from our hotel :)  We went there, we saw them for the first time. It is impossible to describe this feeling, you should experience it! I was so happy and excited. They were 'mostly' very helpful and friendly. Some guys (Riccardo and Dario) carried our bag! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_5051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_5051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*When we were using our camp scarfs for different purposes :) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*The only, but the coolest Turkish team of Roverway! Ohhh, how cool we are! I love this pic!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Our route had 4 teams. Italian, Turkish and 2 Portugese. We met only Italians in Termini. Then we went somewhere, where were our opening ceremony was done, by train. There were a lot of scouts, whose opening ceremony was also in Rome. (Opening ceremony's places were different for whole of the camp)&lt;br /&gt;Then we met our team members. 2 Portugese teams. One of them were from &lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Famalicão, one was from Almeirim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Famalicão's leader was S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;ilvia and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;she is only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; 21!!! Me and Beko just adore Silvia!!! (Today we talked a lot about her). She was extere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;mly helpful, funny and friendly!!&lt;br /&gt;Almeirim's leader was Helder. He didn't speak much during the wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;ole camp, but we understood that he is a good drinker ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I liked most of the Portugeses too, as name: Silvia, Joao(curly-boy), Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;iel, Juliana, Liliana, Helder!!, etc... But, they were all nice people ;) One of them told Sinan that i don't talk to them much. That was unfortunately right. I didn't speak with them a lot, cos some of them didn't know English very well and i know almost nothing in Portugese :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the meeting day, we played games, sang so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;ngs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/the_crazy_game_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/the_crazy_game_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="postbody"&gt;*A scene from the cazy game. Dario- the guy that i donnow his name-Luigi-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="postbody"&gt;Daniel-Futre*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/game.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*From another crazy game. Guess who is the lying down fat guy? :p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;     In the whole camp, the thing i didn't like much was, trying to sing Italian songs.. They were usually singing Italian songs and we couldn't understand. But when we weren't singing, we were told that we should be more active!!! Portuges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;es were able to understand theme of the song at least, but we not!!! It was not nice for us at first, bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;t then we got used to.&lt;br /&gt;   I wanna tell you about a game that we played in firs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;t day, on the bus, while arriving our first destination. Federica put a number to every seat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;of bus. Then she gave everybody a few post-it's. We were gonna wrote a question to a number of seat we choose and stick the post-it to post-men(women) on the corridor of the bus. He/she was gonna deliver the post-it's to adress and then we were gonna wait for answer. It was a funny and creative game :)&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or more, we arrived our 'school'. (We stayed at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;different schools every night of our route). At there, we played another game. We made a circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; and learned our names by memorising one by one (The last one of circle was the unluckiest). They pronounced my name perfectly, i am still surprised!!! But they called Berkan: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;erkam, Balgam (means &lt;/span&gt;pituitary in Turkish), Welcome!!!! :))))))  To Sinan: Simon. To Hakan: Acan :) We made fun of Beko during the camp, by calling him: Welcome Berkan :))&lt;br /&gt;At evening, we walked to a kind of castle. There, we met some other Italian scouts, danced, singed etc. Every country sang a song of them. But they were slow songs. Guess what we did! We sang a very stupid and cheerful song with lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you like scouting, if you wanna be a scout;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clap youır hand!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you like scouting, if you wanna be a scout;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snap your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you like scouting, if you wanna be a scout;&lt;br /&gt;Do this (dancing stupidly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you like scouting, if you wanna be a scout;&lt;br /&gt;Shout 'scout!!!'&lt;br /&gt;S-C-O-U-T!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i admit, it was a very stupid song comparing to others.  We danced wrong and we sang wrong. After finising  the song, nobody clapped us and we felt sooooo embarassed, so we ran away. Sinan and me hid in huge Beko's huge jacket!!! We couldn't look anybody's face; so we came back to our school secretly. Hakan thought we were wrong to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0314.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beko and me, while hiding cos of embarrassment :)) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0315.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Still embarrassing... Find 5 interesting things on that photo.&lt;br /&gt;1-Hakan's eyes are closed.&lt;br /&gt;2-Beko is trying to make  '2 more  ears' behind him.&lt;br /&gt;3-My other eye is still on the cap :)&lt;br /&gt;4-The black-head is Beko! :)  He was hiding as well.&lt;br /&gt;5-There is  FLY on my head!!!!!! :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/00662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/00662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While Italians were dancing with their traditional clothes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_0321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When we returned our school. We were still feeling ashamed, but able to look at other's face.. Btw, i look like that i escaped from jail!! :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As i say always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later, more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12531005-115836512452980534?l=specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/feeds/115836512452980534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12531005&amp;postID=115836512452980534' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/115836512452980534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12531005/posts/default/115836512452980534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specialdiarydontread.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-dolce-vita-vol2.html' title='La Dolce Vita! Vol.2'/><author><name>Merril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756665235841117112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3uQAJfzAt4/SJ5iZS5muLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ECtA8jQjWXw/s1600-R/Barker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12531005.post-115736012591076455</id><published>2006-09-04T09:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:35:48.719+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Vita! Vol.1</title><content type='html'>I am finally writing the first part of my Italy / Roverway experience. In this post, there is my memories of going to Italy and Rome.&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 August::::&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;At the night of 4th August, we went to İstanbul by plane with Beko. When we arrived there, it was midnight and we had nothing to do for whole night. Then Beko and me saw an airport worker at the corner and went near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We - How can we find a restaurant to eat sth.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He- It is far away. (Looks at us) Are you looking for a hotel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me- Oh, nooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beko- We are FRIENDS for 13 years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)) After that, we went to a kiosk by metro!!! and bought beer, drank them in the airport while we were waiting for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_4988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_4988.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beko and Me, while waiting in the airport in İstanbul*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 August::::&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;At about 5 o'clock, we were gonna meet with Hakan (our leader) and Sinan. We were gonna see them for the first time, so we were extremly excited. We met in the airport. I talked Hakan before the camp, but i was seeing Sinan for the first time. He was so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;At 6 o'clock, we got  on our plane to Prag. (We changed 2 planes to go Rome). We arrived Prag, but we couldn't go outside, cos we didn't have visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_4990.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_4990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Turkish team and a Turk who lives in USA. At first, we thought he was a foreigner, but he is a Turk who speaks Turkish with accent. He was a very good person :) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czech workers of airport was extremly cold and unfriendly. I thought they were gonna kick us , just cos of we asked for help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew Rome from Prag. We lost our mats in Rome Airport. Czech Airlines just sucks!!! Their planes are old and they don't care much about passenger's baggages. Airport of Rome was just so primitive and old! We waited for our mats for hours, so we lost time. At 15 pm we arrived our little hotel. After an hour, we started to visit ultimate parts of Rome; cos we didn't have much time. First we went to Vatican. I wore my 'special' t-shirt in Vatican. As you can see in the pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_4991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_4991.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried that they were not gonna let me come in, but i could go in :)&lt;br /&gt;We had a very funny moment in Vatican. We were taking photos with priests. We saw 2 little nuns aged between 11-12 and asked them to take a photo together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We- Can we take a photo together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nun- Take these buildings, they are more interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beko- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT I WANT YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xD Oh my gosh, Beko!!! You made us "rezil-i rüsva" !!! (very embarassed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Vatican, we wanted to see Pisa Tower, but we couldn't find there in Rome map. So, we decided to ask a ticket office worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me- Do you know where is Pisa tower? Cos we couldn't find it on the map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woman- No, i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me- How come??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woman- Pisa tower is in the Toscana, NOT IN ROME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me- Lol, oh my gosh.. *blushed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D Then , of course we couldn't see Pisa. Till midnight, we saw Collesium and Trevi Fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_5022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_5022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Somewhere in Rome. I like this pic, cos it looks like a fashion-pose :))) *&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_5050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_5050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the Trevi Fountain- we were trying to be crazy :) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakan was asking for the way to everybody he could catch :)) It was embarassing for us at the beginning, but then we got used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/1600/100_5029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/920/1067/200/100_5029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What a cool team we were ^^. Vatican behind us.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we ate pizza in a restaurant near Trevi Fountain. The salesclerk woman was nearly gonna kick us , just cos we asked for pizza's price for a few times. I guess she has some Czech origins ;)&lt;br /&gt;After eating Pizza, we went to our little hotel. We stayed in one room. Well, we all Turks were actually only 4 :)) Hakan-Sinan-Berkan-İrem :) We had a good night. 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