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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:7129</id>
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    <title>Вопрос дня: On the Road</title>
    <published>2009-08-13T10:06:01Z</published>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's on your perfect playlist for a cross-country road trip?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1017'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1017"&gt;View 508 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
usually it's something popular and dynamic enough for not to get bored of the journey :)&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:6663</id>
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    <title>мужчины</title>
    <published>2009-08-13T09:49:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-13T09:49:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #000080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Интересно, почему когда воспитываешь сына быть настоящим мужчиной, в результате получается эгоист, которому и в голову не придут элементарные вещи?.. когда наконец они (мужчины) поймут, что своими поступками они провоцируют ссоры в семье? самое интересное, что во время ссоры чем больше повышаешь голос и пытаешься объяснить свою (женскую) точку зрения, они все больше хотят закончить разговор и не волнуются,что тебя обидят ненароком. а если уйти и не разговаривать, или просто игнорировать на некоторое время его присутствие, все как в сказке становится на свои места? неужели не понять, что делая дома одно и то же, что со временем не только выводит тебя из равовесия, но просто уже реально БЕСИТ, можно нарваться на испорченное настроение и скандал? неужели не запомнить элементарные правила, следуя которым можно даже порадовать жену..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#000080" size="2"&gt;напрашивается только одно слово- все они неотесаные медведи, и добрые и обходительные они бывают только в цирке (на публике), и то не всегда!!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:6502</id>
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    <title>svadba</title>
    <published>2007-07-25T20:46:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-25T20:52:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Выдали нашу Эльмирку замуж! теперь она взрослая девочка, с кучей проблем в голове :) Были на ее свадьбе- азербайджанско-татарской.. Папа ее спросил какую мы музыку хотим.. ну мы "халай" попросили..а он нам: только перед этим обязательно тост сказать надо. от кого говорит, ну я говорю Фидан и Кенан.Папа потом еще раз переспросил,говорит Кенана я знаю,у меня кузен есть Кенан.Ладно, объявляют нас: А теперь к микрофону приглашают Фидан ханым и ... Кенан ханым!!! Я ушам не поверила, с трудом сдерживаясь от смеха выползла к микрофону, Кенан за мной шел. Я встала рядом с массовиком-затейником, вышла пауза, после чего мне был задан вопрос: А где подружка? Я в ответ тыкнула пальцем на рядом стоящего Кенана.Снова пауза и вопросительный взгляд публики. И я сказала: не Кенан ханым, а Кенан БЕЙ ! После чего раздался взрыв смеха и апплодисменты ))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/00010stz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/00010stz/s320x240" width="319" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>kakayato tragi4eskaya i grusnaya fotka vishla...</title>
    <published>2007-07-25T20:22:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-25T20:22:40Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:5993</id>
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    <title>An interview :)</title>
    <published>2007-04-10T11:17:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-10T11:17:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A Saudi being interviewed at the US Embassy for Visa....&lt;br /&gt;COUNSEL: "Your name please"&lt;br /&gt;SAUDI : "Salem".&lt;br /&gt;COUNSEL: "Sex"&lt;br /&gt;SAUDI : "Always".&lt;br /&gt;COUNSEL: "I mean male or female"&lt;br /&gt;SAUDI : "Both male &amp; female and sometimes camels".&lt;br /&gt;COUNSEL: "Holy cow!"&lt;br /&gt;SAUDI : "Yes cows too".&lt;br /&gt;COUNSEL: "Sir isn't that hostile"&lt;br /&gt;SAUDI : "Horse Style dog style any style!&lt;br /&gt;COUNSEL: "Oh dear!"&lt;br /&gt;SAUDI : " Deer!! No deer they run too fast</content>
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    <title>Our National Anthem</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T07:47:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T07:47:15Z</updated>
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    <title>Ne Mutlu Türk'üm Diyene!</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T07:42:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T07:42:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:5266</id>
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    <title>Kazım Koyuncu...</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T20:23:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-03T20:23:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aşk, özgürlük düşü yetmez;&lt;br /&gt;özgürlüğün kendisi, hala yetmez; &lt;br /&gt;Hayatın kendisi, &lt;br /&gt;ve en sonunda giderken oradan, &lt;br /&gt;hayattan her şeye bedel, &lt;br /&gt;küçük, &lt;br /&gt;mütevazi, &lt;br /&gt;o en anlamlı tebessüm sizin olsun… &lt;br /&gt;Elbette mümkün değil ama, &lt;br /&gt;her şey gönlünüzce olsun… &lt;br /&gt;… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neden olmasın?... &lt;br /&gt;Kazim Koyuncu (11.05.2004)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:4937</id>
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    <title>Mahvoldum...</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T18:48:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-03T18:53:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000080" size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gökten bir yıldız kaydı karadenize düştü&lt;br /&gt;Aman aman gardaş yara yaralıyım&lt;br /&gt;Onu sevenlerinin yürekleri tutuştu&lt;br /&gt;Susun kuşlar susun kara karalıyım&lt;br /&gt;Aman aman gardaş yara yaralıyım&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu amansız hastalık tatlı canını aldı&lt;br /&gt;Aman aman gardaş yara yaralıyım&lt;br /&gt;Kemençesi duvarda gitarı nerde kaldı&lt;br /&gt;Susun kuşlar susun kara karalıyım&lt;br /&gt;Aman aman gardaş yara yaralıyım&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalksın dağların karı kervanım yürüyecek&lt;br /&gt;Aman aman gardaş yara yaralıyım&lt;br /&gt;O güzelim saçları toprakta çürüyecek&lt;br /&gt;Susun kuşlar susun kara karalıyım&lt;br /&gt;Aman aman gardaş yara yaralıyım&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene geldi yaz başı şenlenir yüksek dağlar&lt;br /&gt;Aman aman gardaş yara yaralıyım&lt;br /&gt;Demedimi azrail var sevgilisi ağlar&lt;br /&gt;Susun kuşlar susun kara karalıyım&lt;br /&gt;Aman aman gardaş yara yaralıyım...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000zary/"&gt;&lt;img height="110" alt="" width="110" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000zary" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Offf,&amp;nbsp;ne olacak şimdi...&lt;br /&gt;bakın arkadaşlar,hayaller boyle yıkılıyormuş meğerse.&lt;br /&gt;Allah'a dua etmek kaldı.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;... hakkınızı helal edin ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>No comment...what means love..</title>
    <published>2007-03-30T21:11:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-30T21:12:24Z</updated>
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    <title>Interpreter's fate :D</title>
    <published>2007-03-27T18:55:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-27T18:55:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEz2ZDb3eC8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEz2ZDb3eC8&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:4103</id>
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    <title>I really liked it :)</title>
    <published>2007-03-27T06:07:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-27T06:07:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Трудности перевода (или принцип "как не дослышишь - так добрешешь")&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) Can You hear me?.. -- Ты можешь меня здесь?... &lt;br /&gt;2) Undressed custom model -- Голая таможенная модель &lt;br /&gt;3) Manicure -- Деньги лечат &lt;br /&gt;4) I’m just asking -- Я всего лишь король жоп &lt;br /&gt;5) I have been there -- У меня там фасоль &lt;br /&gt;6) God only knows -- Единственный нос бога &lt;br /&gt;7) We are the champions -- Мы шампиньоны &lt;br /&gt;8) You feel alright -- Ты справа всех чувствуешь &lt;br /&gt;9) Bye bye baby, baby good bye -- Купи купи ребенка, ребенок хорошая покупка &lt;br /&gt;10) To be or not to be -- Две пчелы или не две пчелы &lt;br /&gt;11) I fell in love -- Я свалился в любовь &lt;br /&gt;12) Just in case -- Только в портфеле &lt;br /&gt;13) I will never give up -- Меня никогда не тошнит &lt;br /&gt;14) Oh, dear -- Ах, олень. &lt;br /&gt;15) I saw my honey today -- Я пилил мой мед сегодня &lt;br /&gt;16) I’m going to make you mine -- Я иду копать тебе шахту &lt;br /&gt;17) May God be with you -- Майская хорошая пчелка с тобой &lt;br /&gt;18) Finnish people -- Конченые люди &lt;br /&gt;19) Bad influence -- Плохая простуда &lt;br /&gt;20) Phone seller -- Позвони продавцу &lt;br /&gt;21) Good products -- Бог на стороне уток &lt;br /&gt;22) Let’s have a party -- Давайте организуем партию &lt;br /&gt;23) Watch out! -- Посмотри снаружи! &lt;br /&gt;24) I know his story well -- Я знаю его исторический колодец &lt;br /&gt;25) Press space bar to continue -- Космический бар прессы продолжает &lt;br /&gt;26) I’ve just saw your balance sheet -- Видел я ваш баланс... так себе баланс &lt;br /&gt;27) Let it be! -- Давайте есть пчел! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:4082</id>
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    <title>IT'S  REALLY WORTH WATCHING :))))))))))))))</title>
    <published>2007-03-25T18:02:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-31T17:11:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWHguHT6TIo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/dWHguHT6TIo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:3760</id>
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    <title>Philosophy</title>
    <published>2007-01-24T12:12:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-24T12:12:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The Mayonnaise Jar and the Cups of Coffee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="2"&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front &lt;br /&gt;of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty &lt;br /&gt;mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the &lt;br /&gt;students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then &lt;br /&gt;picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar &lt;br /&gt;lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He &lt;br /&gt;then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. &lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of &lt;br /&gt;course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar &lt;br /&gt;was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then &lt;br /&gt;produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire &lt;br /&gt;contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. &lt;br /&gt;The students laughed. "Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I &lt;br /&gt;want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are &lt;br /&gt;the important things, your family, your children, your faith, your health, &lt;br /&gt;your friends and your favorite passions and if everything else was lost and &lt;br /&gt;only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other &lt;br /&gt;things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is &lt;br /&gt;everything else, the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," &lt;br /&gt;he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same &lt;br /&gt;goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you &lt;br /&gt;will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention &lt;br /&gt;to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. &lt;br /&gt;Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Read. &lt;br /&gt;There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care &lt;br /&gt;of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. &lt;br /&gt;The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee &lt;br /&gt;represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show &lt;br /&gt;you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a &lt;br /&gt;couple of cups of coffee with a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/00009pqr/"&gt;&lt;img height="110" width="110" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/00009pqr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:3306</id>
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    <title>özledim...</title>
    <published>2006-12-31T11:10:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-31T11:13:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Bugün Kurban Bayramı,ben de herzamanki gibi&amp;nbsp;evde yalnız&amp;nbsp;oturuyorum. Sevgilim ailesinin yanına gitti..onu da anlıyorum, herkes bayramı ailesinle geçirmek istiyor..&lt;br /&gt;olsun,biz de alıştık.. yeni yılını da boyle geçiricez &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;nice mutlu bayramlara...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000yf4z/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000yf4z/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:2863</id>
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    <title>blin 4e za fignya...</title>
    <published>2006-12-25T19:56:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-25T20:01:10Z</updated>
    <category term="freak"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;nu 4toje... ne znayu 4to i dumat pryamo :( po inetu nashla prodayushego iPoD na 2Gb za 4 tise4i, pozvonila,dogovorilas s devushkoy na ponedelnik v 2 dnya... priexala poranshe,poshla smotret iPoDi v magazax i k 2m 4asam zvonu devushke skazat 4to ya preshla i jdu ee, na 4to slishu vstre4niy vopros: oy, a ya vam ved v4era ne zvonila,da? ya govoru: net a 4to?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;ona: vi znaete, ya pogovorila s mujem,on okazivaetsa uje prodal iPoD komuto. ya vam pozvonit zabila.&lt;br /&gt;mlya dumayu nu neujeli nelzya bilo pozvonit netu sovesti u ludey etix&amp;nbsp;neujeli MOJNO zabit 4to vstre4aeshsa s 4ujim 4elovekom i 4to on obezatelno pridet i budit jdat!!!!!!!!!! x... nya kakayato besyat menya eti ludi grubost i egoizm VEZDE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000x57k/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="240" width="206" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000x57k/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:2665</id>
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    <title>obidno</title>
    <published>2006-12-23T12:07:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-23T12:07:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;Мдя... 5 курс как говориться,а все также мучают.. где это видано? по какому-то паршивому предмету, который шел раз в неделю,да еще и по субботам... не допускают к зачету, потому что не было сдано какое-то неимоверное количество текстов реферированных!!! Ставят сразу незачет и посылают на х... ну, то есть на допсу. А спрашивается, требуемые на зачет 800 страниц английского текста, новые слова и аннотации на что??? &lt;br /&gt;Твари!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000pkd5/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 118px" height="96" width="96" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000pkd5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:2525</id>
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    <title>Ницше... продолжение...</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T21:57:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-22T21:57:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">«Ты молод и желаешь ребенка и брака. Но я спрашиваю тебя: насколько ли ты человек, чтобы иметь право желать ребенка? Или в твоем  желании говорят зверь и потребность? Или одиночество? Или разлад с самим собою?» &lt;br /&gt;«Я хочу, чтобы твоя победа и твоя свобода страстно желали ребенка. Живые памятники должен ты строить своей победе и своему освобождению» &lt;br /&gt;«Брак – так называю я волю двух создать одного, который больше создавших его»</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:2291</id>
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    <title>Мудрый Ницше...</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T21:53:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-22T21:53:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="1"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000080" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Много коротких безумств – это называется у вас любовью. И ваш брак, как одна длинная глупость, кладет конец многим коротким безумствам»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;что скажете?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:2040</id>
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    <title>koshmar :D</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T12:19:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-22T12:19:44Z</updated>
    <category term="lol"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;sama sebe ne veru... ujas ... koshmar.. darya spaivaet personal v4era posle uroka s detmi vxoju v prepodavatelskuyu, a tam stoit darya i nalivaet vsem yaponskovo slivovo vina! Sidyat Bridgite i Alexa i rjut vmeste so vsemi..4e rjut..neponyatno. nu ya kak samaya umnaya govoru 4to ne pyu i vabshe vino eto ne vkusno. Tut Alexa reshaet poprobovat nemnogo nu..i ya za nim. samoe interesnoe,4to mne PONRAVILOS i sdelav glotok dasha priglasila menya na bruderschaft :))))))))) nu i skazala vipit vse do dna. posle takogo ya,vzyav v ruki svoyu zelenuyu (vsem izvesnuyu) sumku DS,zaglyanuv vnutr, utverdila 4to ona NE moya i stala lazat po komnate v poiskax svoyey.4erez 5 minut viyasnilos 4to mne udarilo v golovu yaponskoe vino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. urok posle etogo&amp;nbsp;proshel na ura :D&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:1639</id>
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    <title>hun_turk_kiz @ 2006-12-15T00:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T21:14:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T21:14:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;pazartesi akşam eve dönüyordum.. hava soğuktu biraz üşüyordum.. köprüden geçerken batı tarafına baktım..gökyüzüne.. güneş batıyordu ve o kadar acayıp hem turuncu,hem mor,hem de kırmızı rengi açıldı ki hayret içinde durdum. herkes bakıyordu 5 yaşındaki çocuk bile bakakaldı.. o kadar güzel şeyleri zor farkedersiniz bu şehirde; günlük, yoğun, her tür stresle dolu hayat canınızı sıkıyor ve bu güzelliği görünce rahatlıyorsunuz ve&amp;nbsp;bir nefes alıyorsunuz, ah bu dünya ne kadar güzel oluyor diye...!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:1328</id>
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    <title>Ne ola yar ola</title>
    <published>2006-11-30T00:27:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-30T00:27:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000080" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NE OLA YAR OLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font color="#000080"&gt;Göklerden daha mavi &lt;br /&gt;Denizlerden daha derin &lt;br /&gt;Topraktan güzel kokan ne ola &lt;br /&gt;Rüzgardan daha serin &lt;br /&gt;Başaklardan daha nazlı&lt;br /&gt;Ayışığında daha ılık ne ola &lt;br /&gt;Ahu gibi gözleri baktikca yürek yakan yar ola &lt;br /&gt;Cennet bahçesi kokan &lt;br /&gt;Göğsünde çiçek açan yar ola &lt;br /&gt;Damla damla yağmurdan &lt;br /&gt;Boynu bükük çiçeklerden &lt;br /&gt;Daha hüzün verici ne ola &lt;br /&gt;Sonabahar yaprağından &lt;br /&gt;Hele akşam güneşinden &lt;br /&gt;Daha içini burkan ne ola &lt;br /&gt;Bu gulu gözleriyle yollarını bekleyen yar ola &lt;br /&gt;Islak dudaklarıyla bir garip türküsüyle yar ola &lt;br /&gt;Göç eden kuşlar gibi gidip gelir umutlarin &lt;br /&gt;Umudun ötesinde ne ola &lt;br /&gt;Nefesimde yaşayan &lt;br /&gt;Sıcaklığımı paylaşan yar ola &lt;br /&gt;Yaşam denen uykudan &lt;br /&gt;Uyanmasını bilen yar ola &lt;br /&gt;Yaşam denen uykudan &lt;br /&gt;Uyanmasını bilen yar ola&amp;nbsp;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barış Manço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:1100</id>
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    <title>korkuyorum....</title>
    <published>2006-11-29T22:42:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-29T22:42:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">geleceğimden,hayatımdan korkuyorum... bugün mersinli arkadaşımla konuştum..tabi ki herkesin bi derdi var ama hayatınızda en istediğiniz şey,sevgi,olmuyorsa, hayatınızın tadı kalmıyor ki..yaşamaktan zevk almıyorsunuz..kendinizi toparlayıp başka şeye dalıp,derdinizi düşünmemeye çalışıyorsunuz ama kalp unutur mu hiç sevdiğini? &lt;br /&gt;arkadaşımın aşk hikayesi çok üzücü.20 yaşında ailesi onu evlendirmiş ama eşi çok içki kullanıyormuş ve kız ondan boşanmış... bundan sonra herkes vazgeçti ondan.. gerçek aşk ta geldi sonra.. seviyordu ve seviliyordu. ama sevdiği kişinin ailesi onu istemedi 5 sene oldu kız hala çocuğu unutamıyor.. karşısına kimler çıkmış o çocuktan vazgeçemiyor. &lt;br /&gt;oyle hikayeden sonra kendi mutluluğa inanmıyorum.. arkadaşlarım bu kadar acı çekiyorsa, ben niye kolay mutlu olacam?? yoksa daha hayattan neler çekecem... korkuyorum...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:787</id>
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    <title>hun_turk_kiz @ 2006-11-12T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-12T22:24:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-12T22:24:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#3366ff" size="4"&gt;A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said...no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....and he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry? and once again he replied with a no. She had heard enough . As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said....You're not pretty you're beautiful. i dont want to be with you forever. i NEED to be with you forever, and i wouldnt cry if you walked away...i'd die...&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000aeys/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="258" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/0000aeys/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hun_turk_kiz:555</id>
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    <title>Ne ol ne olma</title>
    <published>2006-11-11T10:52:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-11T10:52:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ne ol? Ne olma? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Paranı ver, gönlünü ver,selam ver,canını ver, ama SIRRINI VERME! &lt;br /&gt;Günlerini say,servetini say,büyüklerini say ama YERİNDE SAYMA! &lt;br /&gt;Emek ver,kulak ver,ama hiç bir zaman BOŞ VERME! &lt;br /&gt;Satıcı ol,kalıcı ol,bulucu ol, ama BÖLÜCÜ OLMA! &lt;br /&gt;Eşini beğen,işini beğen,aşını beğen, ama KENDİNİ BEĞENME! &lt;br /&gt;Fidan büyüt,garip doyur,çocuk besle ama KİN BESLEME! &lt;br /&gt;Davet et,hayret,affet, tövbe et, ama İHANET ETME! &lt;br /&gt;Hedefe koş,cihanda koş,yardıma koş ama ORTAK KOŞMA! &lt;br /&gt;Elini aç,gözünü aç,kapını aç, ama AĞZINI AÇMA! &lt;br /&gt;Okumaktan zarar gelmez,oku ama LANET OLMA! &lt;br /&gt;Rakibini geç,sınıfını geç,aama GÜLÜP GEÇME! &lt;br /&gt;Ev al,araba al,abdest al,ama BEDDUA ALMA! &lt;br /&gt;Zulmu devir,nefsi devir,ama ÇAM DEVİRME! &lt;br /&gt;Yaklaş,konuş,tanış,ama UŞAKLAŞMA! &lt;br /&gt;Doğrul,devril,ama EĞRİLME! &lt;br /&gt;Seslen,uslan ama YASLANMA! &lt;br /&gt;İtil,atıl ama SATILMA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/00009pqr/"&gt;&lt;img height="110" width="110" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/hun_turk_kiz/pic/00009pqr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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