<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106</id><updated>2009-11-11T15:54:05.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Come Undone</title><subtitle type='html'>She writes to let loose, she writes to share her heart, she writes...in hopes to learn how to come undone.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>972</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-2119987681713662183</id><published>2009-11-11T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:25:35.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s ballin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Motown Philly, back again!</title><content type='html'>Eatin' blackberries at the moment...Mmmmmm...and realizing that I forgot to tell you about an AMAZING CONCERT I went to last week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom, might you ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyz II Men!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Last minute, a friend told me she had a few tickets to go, and asked if I would attend. I think my answer was along the lines of, "Duh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh man. It was a great concert. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn good&lt;/span&gt; Boyz II Men (and older acts in general) sounded. They sounded like perfection. Talk about orgasmic harmonies! Listening to some acts that are popular today, those fools ain't got nothin' on old R&amp;amp;B and Motown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which leads me to my next point as to why the concert was ballin'--they did a few covers of Motown songs. As you can imagine, I was belting out every word and dancing like a maniac during this section. *sigh* I love Motown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This concert was just an overall feel goooooood concert. People stayed way past the end of the show to slow dance to "One Sweet Day." The audience was just happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It brought be back the 90s. And I liked the 90s a whole lot. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So yeah, that was my adventure last week. And I still have "End of the Road" in my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-2119987681713662183?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2119987681713662183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=2119987681713662183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/2119987681713662183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/2119987681713662183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/eatin-blackberries-at-moment.html' title='Motown Philly, back again!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-3813986749433584556</id><published>2009-11-07T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:30:26.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey (the country)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Finding True Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Most of us, even if only for two minutes in our lives, have experienced at some time or another an inexplicable and random sense of complete bliss, unrelated to anything that was happening in the outside world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over the centuries, people have tried to hold on to that state of blissful perfection through all sorts of external means--through drugs and sex and power and adrenaline and the accumulation of pretty things--but it doesn't keep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your treasure--your perfection--is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the busy commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the silence of the heart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Elizabeth Gilbert, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh yes. Ohhhhhhh yes, indeed. This passage helps to explain my search for the divine. That "bliss" that Liz is explaining here, is God. A happiness that goes beyond this world. Because simply,  happiness cannot be found in sex, drugs and rock n' roll. (No comment from you, Frank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this book later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to Turkey, I have decided to stay on the course to go there. After advice from some wise friends (including you's wise guys!!), there is so much potential and learning and life to be gained from going on such an adventure. The one and only drawback is leaving everything familiar. But God is telling me to get a bit uncomfortable...staying in comfort never forces us to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl does not want to stay in an awkward, 20-something, transitional phase, forever. It's time to sail the seven seas, explore what is ahead of me. Even if I don't like the experience, that will not diminish the amount of growth I will be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, unless there is a clear reason not to go, I'm on my way. Looking to train in January (for about six weeks) and then apply to jobs for the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to living :)&lt;br /&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/10856106-3813986749433584556?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3813986749433584556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=3813986749433584556' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3813986749433584556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3813986749433584556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-true-treasure.html' title='Finding True Treasure'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-2258298801304875169</id><published>2009-11-03T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:53:02.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Monster Mash</title><content type='html'>Man, you guys offered some amazing advice in the last post, and I sincerely internalized it. I know what I really need to do now--pray about it. Pray about it with such veracious hunger that I am pretty damn sure of the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me leave serious subjects for another post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pictures to show from Halloween!!! And, no, I do not dress slutty on Halloween because...just ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCHkkWg1TI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jkZ0HqM6cGg/s1600-h/Pic051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCHkkWg1TI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jkZ0HqM6cGg/s320/Pic051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399965015520367922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night, I was a zombie last minute. heh heh.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCHkDwb-PI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ADGTOOGhjXw/s1600-h/Pic049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCHkDwb-PI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ADGTOOGhjXw/s320/Pic049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399965006770731250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had immense fun drawing blood on myself. On the left is Colleen, the Mad Hatter. And Lainey, a kitty cat.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCHjxyqF7I/AAAAAAAAAho/WWfnVeiGRe8/s1600-h/Pic046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCHjxyqF7I/AAAAAAAAAho/WWfnVeiGRe8/s320/Pic046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399965001948207026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Churro had an outfit, which got me hungry ;)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCGzBCMCDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/u-qQaR_54VE/s1600-h/Pic074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCGzBCMCDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/u-qQaR_54VE/s320/Pic074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399964164226287666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto Saturday night, our Halloween party!! Here I am with with Beth. She's a police officer, I'm the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCGyqnktVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hDCIIXG1HtA/s1600-h/Pic062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCGyqnktVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/hDCIIXG1HtA/s320/Pic062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399964158209078610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to capture the decorations for ya, I seriously had a maze of streamers. But you can at least see the spiffy swirl I made (inspired by when Alice falls down the rabbit hole).&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCGyJbIvNI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KlE0OQk_P8I/s1600-h/Pic080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCGyJbIvNI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KlE0OQk_P8I/s320/Pic080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399964149298543826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Alice-in-Wonderland crew: Queen of Hearts, White Rabbit, Cheshire Cat, a card, Alice and the Mad Hatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a jolly ole time decorating. Poor Lainey (the Cheshire Cat) had the flu or some bug during the party. Poor girl had to sit on the couch the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, Halloween was a huge success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night trying to watch the 70s original of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last House on the Left&lt;/span&gt;, but then couldn't take the ridiculousness of it anymore, so we put in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signs&lt;/span&gt; instead (Blockbuster was out of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Shining&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas a great Halloween, if I do say so myself!&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/10856106-2258298801304875169?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2258298801304875169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=2258298801304875169' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/2258298801304875169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/2258298801304875169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/monster-mash.html' title='Monster Mash'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SvCHkkWg1TI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jkZ0HqM6cGg/s72-c/Pic051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-1669468442960845757</id><published>2009-10-27T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:50:40.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey (the country)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>Nobody can stop me. But me.</title><content type='html'>So as I am delving into  this whole 'Teaching in Turkey' idea, it's becoming more slap-me-in-the-face real. Which is exciting, yes. But I hate to say this...it also scares the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was such a scaredy-cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound soooooo ridiculous to you all, but I've never lived away from my parents. Yeah, I've lived in different houses than my parents, but I haven't lived more than 20-freakin'-minutes away from mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one bad scenario that I've been playing is my head is, I go to Turkey, I have a jolly time, then I find out that one of my parents has passed away. Of course, I feel guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds extremely negative and morbid, but I think about death more often after my dad had cancer 3 years ago. It is more of a prevalent entity in my life. And it's not just my dad, my mom had me when she was 44. That puts her in her late 60s now. My whole life, I've always thought about the possibility of losing my mom earlier than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the other side of this coin...I know, and YOU know and my PARENTS know that this shouldn't stop my dreams. What am I gonna do, never leave home, so to speak? Out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;? No, no, no...I won't be going down like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny that I'm not scared of living in a foreign place? (Cause that's the fun part!). I'm just scared of leaving my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in the place where, yes, I'd like to still move forward with this. But I have a little anxiety about the whole thing. I think that's normal. Really, I just wanted to release some of that anxiety here, by talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, penny for your thoughts?  (I pretty much know what you'll say, so say it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-1669468442960845757?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1669468442960845757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=1669468442960845757' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/1669468442960845757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/1669468442960845757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobody-can-stop-me-but-me.html' title='Nobody can stop me. But me.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-7547762237861729323</id><published>2009-10-25T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:53:07.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Rings Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>Found out last night that my good friend Jaclyn is engaged. She is the first out of my goooood friends to get married. Totally strange. But fitting for her. Jaclyn is sensible, smart and doesn't just jump into things. I do approve of this young marriage (because my approval is needed--ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it's really weird to see friends around me marryin' up a storm (I'm going to a wedding in November, as well). Maybe it's weird to me because I'm just not on that track. My mind is in no place to get married, and to who, anyway? My boyfriend is traveling...the open road. My love is the idea of endless possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll change my tune when I meet someone that totally knocks me off my feet. Until then, I don't really feel the pressure. I don't understand women that start saying things like, "But I'm ready to get married!" without having a guy in their lives. Why are you obsessing over something that is not even of prevalence in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not to turn marriage into a negative; because, if done correctly, it's quite beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm very happy for my friend Jackizzle...CONGRATS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-7547762237861729323?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7547762237861729323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=7547762237861729323' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/7547762237861729323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/7547762237861729323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/rings-everywhere.html' title='Rings Everywhere!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-5315220876190221429</id><published>2009-10-24T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:58:37.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Monster Ball</title><content type='html'>^&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;Tis the name of the Lady Gaga tour I will buying tickets for in about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, THAT'S RIGHT...I said Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the process of buying a purple bob wig to wear to the concert. Uh-huh. I'm totally going for the drag-queen effect. Except, I am, er, a girl. But you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Ok, I'm off to shop today for cool Halloween decorations!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-5315220876190221429?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5315220876190221429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=5315220876190221429' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/5315220876190221429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/5315220876190221429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-ball.html' title='Monster Ball'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-3477242880498271517</id><published>2009-10-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:47:13.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>All Hallows Eve PARTAYYYYY.</title><content type='html'>OH man...it's been over a week since I've posted. Now, that doesn't happen often. I've been kind of absent from the internet in general. Sometimes, that is so needed. Too much brain stimulation all week. I kinda want to give my brain a bit of a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been busy planning a Halloween party with my roommates. It will be Alice in Wonderland-themed, and I will be the white rabbit (since I am prompt in real life!). I was gonna use this costume last year,  but I never did. So this whole party, and this whole theme, is revolving around the fact that I need to use my dormant costume. I've successfully convinced all my roomies to go with this theme. Yaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any suggestions for creative food/decorations/drinks, TELL MEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm deciding to show a couple scary movies. So far, I've decided to show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shining&lt;/span&gt;. Any others that I should show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are creative...I need your help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-3477242880498271517?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3477242880498271517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=3477242880498271517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3477242880498271517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3477242880498271517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-hallows-eve-partayyyyy.html' title='All Hallows Eve PARTAYYYYY.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-3015381569519677452</id><published>2009-10-11T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:43:54.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books I love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Of Writers and Travelers</title><content type='html'>Why is my room already a mess when I cleaned it last week? I feel like Ricky Ricardo is going to walk in at any second, take a look around the surroundings and say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley, you got some splanin' to dooooo!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like I am going to spend my Sunday cleaning. Until I go to the Jason Mraz concert tonight, that is. And get this, the concert is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;. Who does that anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz--I will have your babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am having a tremendous amount of fun reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt;, mostly because Elizabeth Gilbert is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outstanding &lt;/span&gt;writer; no, that's an understatement. I don't know if there is a word to describe her humble, hilarious,  honest writing. All I know is that I absolutely love it. I hope I can write like that someday...because yes, I do think excellent writing takes some diligent training and experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt that I especially relate to, and you'll know why once you read it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...traveling is the great true love of my life. I have always felt, ever since I was sixteen years old and first went to Russia with my saved-up babysitting money, that to travel is worth any cost or sacrifice. I am loyal and constant in my love for travel, as I have not always been loyal and constant in my other loves.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...this quote has "Ashley" written all over it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a side note, relating to traveling. I noticed on all the posts from my trip, there were a lot of "I'm jealous" comments. While I often say this to other people going on vacations, I just want you to know how do-able traveling is. My trip cost me a grand total of $1700...that includes the plane ticket, as well. There are ways around huge traveling fees. And while $1700 is a good chunk of change, it's still easily savable, and as Gilbert pointed out, worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more to say about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt; this month, but until then, have a great Sunday. Hopefully you don't have to clean the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-3015381569519677452?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3015381569519677452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=3015381569519677452' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3015381569519677452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3015381569519677452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-writers-and-travelers.html' title='Of Writers and Travelers'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-9047672056528652130</id><published>2009-10-06T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:24:57.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Trivial Pursuit</title><content type='html'>I have to leave for work in, like, a minute; therefore, I should not be on blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm messing with my blog colors again (not really liking the blue. I'll change it soon enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I want to mess with my hair color instead of these dang blog colors. I kinda wanted to go brunette again. Eh--part me thinks I should leave my freakin' hair alone. But I get so bored with one color when there is so many choices!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all small beans to be thinking about so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really have to go. I must go...but before I do...I must mention that I am reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Gilbert. I got it on Sunday, and since then have read 86 pages. I have tons to say about this book. And lots to say about how it's put me in a writing mood. But that will have to be another day, now won't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-9047672056528652130?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9047672056528652130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=9047672056528652130' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/9047672056528652130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/9047672056528652130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/trivial-pursuit.html' title='Trivial Pursuit'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-3115984360532211749</id><published>2009-10-04T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:32:03.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-destructive behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning lessons'/><title type='text'>Remembering My Purpose</title><content type='html'>It's two in the morning and I just got back from picking up a friend from the hospital for alcohol poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And man do I feel like a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she's been having a rough time lately and I didn't even know. And you know why that is? Because I've been so wrapped up in myself lately that I haven't even asked her how she's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. Here I've been, complaining about my life, saying that I've been bored and uninspired...blah, blah, blah. WELL NO WONDER!!!! There are people to help and friends to check up on that NEED HELP and all I have been doing is looking out for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me me me&lt;/span&gt; these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I've been feeling down. Because throughout my life, I've always felt the most alive when I am helping someone else. Why have I been just looking out for me all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GOD, I could have lost a friend tonight, and I would have been crushed...when was the last time I've asked her how she's doing, anyways? THANK THE LORD someone called the ambulance for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a kick in the butt, to remember the reason for my life. Not for me--but for God and others. My purpose is not to make me happy. Because trying to live for just me doesn't make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't fix broken people; rather, that is the job of a supreme being. I can, however, help a broken person stand up, and give them a shoulder to hold onto.  I'll be praying tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-3115984360532211749?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3115984360532211749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=3115984360532211749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3115984360532211749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3115984360532211749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-my-purpose.html' title='Remembering My Purpose'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-269317138718191113</id><published>2009-10-03T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:12:25.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey (the country)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Taboo for a Resume?</title><content type='html'>Maybe I could put "Excellent player of Taboo" on my resume for these English Schools in Turkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It counts, doesn't it? Well, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; an excellent Taboo player. You would totally want me on your team, because you would win with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I'm getting more feedback from Turkey. This whole dream is becoming less like a dream and more like a tangible reality. Yippppppeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-269317138718191113?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/269317138718191113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=269317138718191113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/269317138718191113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/269317138718191113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/taboo-for-resume.html' title='Taboo for a Resume?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-3040581047526181305</id><published>2009-10-01T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:54:57.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fave movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Everyday is a New Day</title><content type='html'>I've been having a few bad days, up until today. Today was refreshing. Probably because I approached the day with a different state of mind--knowing I needed to be more patient and relaxed, I kinda forced myself into that mood. It worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one can diminish you except for yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line from &lt;em&gt;Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2&lt;/em&gt;. Not sure why I like this movie so much (I saw it for the first time over the weekend). Not a movie I would necessarily recommend for others, but definitely a movie that puts me in a good mood. A chick flick at its finest. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't expect to always have great days--a tough thing to hear for the eternal optomist. But no matter how bad the day, a good day is right around the corner. Always. There are always better days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-3040581047526181305?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3040581047526181305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=3040581047526181305' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3040581047526181305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/3040581047526181305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-is-new-day.html' title='Everyday is a New Day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-4124732007072634512</id><published>2009-09-23T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:09:20.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fave movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie reviews'/><title type='text'>Gettin' Some Action</title><content type='html'>Get your mind outta the gutter! I'm talking about movies, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done a movie review in awhile, so here we go. Movies on the menu (did I just say menu? I must be hungry): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inglorious Basterds&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;District 9&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inglorious Basterds&lt;/span&gt;: Now...I don't usually like Quentin Tarantino. His movies tend to go wayyyy over the top, and edge on side of ridiculous. Not so for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inglorious Basterds&lt;/span&gt;. I was surprised to find out that I absolutely loved it. The colors, the concept, the fact that it was not historically accurate at all, and Brad Pitt's hilarious quips made me adore this movie. Go into this movie with an open mind and let the story sink into your bones. It had me enthralled and it had me highly entertained. My Rating: ★★★ ½ (out of 4 stars)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;District 9&lt;/span&gt;: In two words--highly original. This movie was refreshing. In a sea of remakes and unoriginal plots and--oh yeah--more remakes, this movie was a complete gem. I couldn't even guess what was gonna happen in the plot. And seriously, where can I  get a cool alien gun that obliterates enemies on contact? But the plot was not all action. Nope, the storyline is what made this movie a standout. The movie felt like 30 minutes, as opposed to a cool 2 hours.  Peter Jackson, you've done it again. My Rating:  ★★★ ½&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah, they got the same rating because I loved them equally. Now, if you have not seen them, go forth and watch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-4124732007072634512?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4124732007072634512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=4124732007072634512' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/4124732007072634512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/4124732007072634512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/gettin-some-action.html' title='Gettin&apos; Some Action'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-417640918732889907</id><published>2009-09-20T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:41:33.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonconformity'/><title type='text'>MJ and I go way back.</title><content type='html'>I went dancing for a little last night (after eating an ice cream sundae at Ghiradelli's)...now that's a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that it is now popular to play Michael Jackson in the clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny, when I used to have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beg&lt;/span&gt; DJs to play MJ just a few short months ago. You hear that kiddies?!? I didn't need his death to capture my attention and go, "Wow, that Michael has some great dance songs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW IT ALL ALONG, fools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of a trend setter is hard *brushes dirt off of shoulder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-417640918732889907?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/417640918732889907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=417640918732889907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/417640918732889907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/417640918732889907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/mj-and-i-go-way-back.html' title='MJ and I go way back.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-280277395594071590</id><published>2009-09-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:02:26.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey (the country)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and the like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s in the stars'/><title type='text'>I Won't Stop Believing</title><content type='html'>Have you heard the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; version of "Don't Stop Believin'?" Simply brilliant. On top of this, have you seen the show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;? I recently watched it online. Can you say, new obsession?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ffuCVLECpY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ffuCVLECpY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this song the other day, it was a bit inspiring to me. Which is funny, because, I've heard this song a million times before, but it never affected me much. When I think of it, I think of drunk girls holding out a strong fist in the air, belligerently belting out the chorus, then tripping up over the rest of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the first time, I really listened to the lyrics, and they really struck me. Probably because I've been in a bit of a rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sends the right messages to you at the right times, including cheesy lines like DON'T STOP BELIEVIN' (be careful to note, you are uncool if you spell it "believing").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the silly lyrics, it's a great message to the downhearted. When you feel stuck, there's always a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize how privileged I am, and how my "being stuck" is nothing compared to what many in the world go through. But that doesn't mean that I'm incapable of feeling sad, or feeling like life has lost its fervor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That passion that is missing in life can always be won back. So, on that note, I e-mailed numerous English schools in Turkey inquiring about teaching positions. I am beyond-the-moon over this idea. It stirs something inside me...an extra excitement that has been hiding for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is promised, and I am just in preliminary research over this whole plan. But I really want to do it. I think I can find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Working hard to get my fill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody wants a thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Payin' anything to roll the dice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some will win, some will lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some were born to sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, the movie never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It goes on and on and on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont stop believin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold on to the feelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll hold onto that feeling.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/10856106-280277395594071590?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/280277395594071590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=280277395594071590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/280277395594071590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/280277395594071590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wont-stop-believing.html' title='I Won&apos;t Stop Believing'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-5235882283543687631</id><published>2009-09-15T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:48:01.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and the like'/><title type='text'>Rain Down on Me, Please.</title><content type='html'>Wishing it would just rain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky keeps taunting me with the promise of rain, before a gray cloud saunters away and the sun is revealed, yet again. Another sunny day in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely time for a change in my life. Time to make that change happen soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-5235882283543687631?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5235882283543687631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=5235882283543687631' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/5235882283543687631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/5235882283543687631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain-down-on-me-please.html' title='Rain Down on Me, Please.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-6520895894445889712</id><published>2009-09-13T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:36:20.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey (the country)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and the like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s in the stars'/><title type='text'>Good Vibrations</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, today was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the Coronado with my roommate proved to be the perfect place to ease my soul. Not to mention church today, which completely energized me from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've been completely honest on this blog lately, but I've been feeling lackluster recently. Stuck in the middle, in limbo, if you will. Obviously, this has caused me to think of numerous avenues in life (including the Turkey avenue I discussed in the last post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, it's been the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a misconception amongst Christians that once you've learned about the complete grace and love of God that all your troubles melt away, and that you are not supposed to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so! We're human. Being human means going through major ups and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part of my life has not been a major down, but it's been...in the middle. A fantastically boring place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why--YES--I'm leaning toward the direction of going to Turkey. And remembering to have fun while I'm still in San Diego, as well (thanks Ashley). I'll let you know along the way if this plan actually becomes finalized. I know this is something I can do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to spirituality, today was one of the first days in months that I felt really in tune with God. Like little sparks of energy were bouncing around in my body. It's an overwhelming, glorious, peaceful, hectic, cathartic, insane and sane feeling wrapped into one. ha. Does that even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's possible to fall away from God. Easy, in fact. It's so easy to get wrapped up in the institution of things. And then easily get disgusted by the institution of things. Christianity was not made to be an institution, but a relationship with the one and only Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt like I got in touch with that Maker after a few months of not calling and not checking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels goooooooood. Thanks, Jame Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not to babble on. All I wanted to let you know is, I'm feeling more alive. Today was a good, good day. And it truly excites me to talk about this Turkey idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the possibilities are endless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-6520895894445889712?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6520895894445889712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=6520895894445889712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/6520895894445889712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/6520895894445889712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-vibrations.html' title='Good Vibrations'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-4038721510593591285</id><published>2009-09-12T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:49:31.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey (the country)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and the like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>A Big Change</title><content type='html'>There's been A LOT of new thoughts running around in my head lately...time to put it here on this blog, and maybe get some insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about moving to Turkey for a year, and possibly teaching English to children (or adults) there (in Istanbul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel...bored and uninspired by America lately. Should I say lately? Maybe this has been for a long time. I know that changing countries is not necessarily "the answer" to that, but I can't deny that I've always had the urge to move overseas, and I've never been able to shake that urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that going on a vacation in Turkey is not the same as living and working in Turkey. It's a very real possibility that I could move to Turkey having an immense love for it and leave with a bad taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I will regret it if I never try living somewhere else. I've been in San Diego far too long (basically MY WHOLE LIFE). It works for some people to stay in one place all their lives, but I'm not so sure that works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I will obviously miss if I move: my FAMILY, my friends, certain aspects of the American culture that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a lot to prepare for: Learning the Turkish language as much as possible, saving up a butt-load of money, preparing to say good-bye to loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a lot to look forward to: an ADVENTURE! Experiencing a breath of fresh air through another culture, seeing my Turkish family more often (and possibly living with them), living in a country that is a part of me and my background (HOW COOL IS THAT?!), having a story to tell the kids when I get older. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that this post is so disorganized...these are the million thoughts that are bouncing in my head over this idea. I may be over thinking all of this, and maybe I should just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go &lt;/span&gt;without all the analyzing. But I know that there is a part of me that just might stay overseas once I go, and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that scares me just a little. Because such a big change can be a bit scary. Maybe more than a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, my recent European trip was supposed to cure the wanderlust in me for about a year (it usually does the trick). But a couple days after I got back, I wanted to travel again...I wanted to be somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have a problem *nervous laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I recently told my parents about this little possible plan of mine, and they took it better than I thought they would, replying with, "Well, we don't want you to move that far away from us...but that's not a bad idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they know I've always had that dream to live in a different country. It's my mom's fault! She moved from Turkey to America...she started it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you've read this far through my jumbled thoughts, BRAVO! Tell me what you think, and tell me any advice you might have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If I did move to Turkey, it would be next year...Fall 2010 or around that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-4038721510593591285?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4038721510593591285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=4038721510593591285' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/4038721510593591285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/4038721510593591285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-change.html' title='A Big Change'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-5960180785840812476</id><published>2009-09-08T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:34:43.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s ballin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'>Pure Magic</title><content type='html'>Ireland, that is. It's simply magical. It makes you believe that there are fairies and leprechauns frolicking about. I don't know what it is about Ireland, but I do know it ended up being the hidden gem on my trip. I didn't know how much I was gonna love it until I discovered it, sparkling in all its glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue the photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaXnUyHU6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4sZe8Qrkrr0/s1600-h/windyirealnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaXnUyHU6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4sZe8Qrkrr0/s320/windyirealnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379153506790232994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell how freakin' windy it was outside?&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaXnHkAz3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/_cwezqsUOas/s1600-h/titanicirealnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaXnHkAz3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/_cwezqsUOas/s320/titanicirealnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379153503241424754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen and me reenacting the scene from Titanic. haha, oh God.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaVhZem6XI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fH-fX2CIfSc/s1600-h/Pic204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaVhZem6XI/AAAAAAAAAg4/fH-fX2CIfSc/s320/Pic204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151205948123506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ireland in all its glory :)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaVgwVn48I/AAAAAAAAAgw/LpUWLMorfrQ/s1600-h/Pic202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaVgwVn48I/AAAAAAAAAgw/LpUWLMorfrQ/s320/Pic202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151194904585154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the colors really are that vivid!&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaVgd3rykI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xBTVTMKWq7I/s1600-h/Pic193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaVgd3rykI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xBTVTMKWq7I/s320/Pic193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151189947173442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little knick-knacks that covered the walls in O'Conner's Pub.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaVf68Qt7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lvNHFOBH-_0/s1600-h/Pic168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaVf68Qt7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lvNHFOBH-_0/s320/Pic168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379151180571129778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish Bartender that worked at the pub, but was actually born in San Diego. "It's a small world after all..."&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUCcL3r7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/JcAPHDASd9I/s1600-h/Pic152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUCcL3r7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/JcAPHDASd9I/s320/Pic152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379149574587264946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about God a lot here. How can one not? He was all around this place. Not necessarily in churches...just in the landscape. It was total peace.&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUBp-umEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/m-WNn90aSG4/s1600-h/Pic148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUBp-umEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/m-WNn90aSG4/s320/Pic148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379149561110370370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilmore Abbey.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUBD3Dr0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/hSoe9P4lDVo/s1600-h/Pic145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUBD3Dr0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/hSoe9P4lDVo/s320/Pic145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379149550877650754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it beautiful here?&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUAgZ_8VI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0y3HTw4_GAY/s1600-h/Pic138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUAgZ_8VI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0y3HTw4_GAY/s320/Pic138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379149541360529746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside a Cathedral in Galway. The Irish really embrace this whole 'green is everywhere' idea.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUAKgzyVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/GyLFO6e073Q/s1600-h/Pic131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaUAKgzyVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/GyLFO6e073Q/s320/Pic131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379149535483513170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swans!&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSLBuY3DI/AAAAAAAAAfw/df3v9itS4tc/s1600-h/Pic130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSLBuY3DI/AAAAAAAAAfw/df3v9itS4tc/s320/Pic130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147523079855154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of Galway Bay. Rather stormy out, but still a charming photo.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSKWOU4vI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PT7MCamyDzU/s1600-h/Pic111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSKWOU4vI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PT7MCamyDzU/s320/Pic111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147511402652402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is...taking a rest in an Irish field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSKNaDzMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ig51XhRivxQ/s1600-h/Pic088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSKNaDzMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ig51XhRivxQ/s320/Pic088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147509035945154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliffs of Moher...they were ballin'!!&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSJWQLJAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/hGLwjC1o92E/s1600-h/Pic080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSJWQLJAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/hGLwjC1o92E/s320/Pic080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147494230533122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cliffs, again...&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSI6knkeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HyaPRXyHkO8/s1600-h/Pic064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaSI6knkeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HyaPRXyHkO8/s320/Pic064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147486800089570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and again. Because I LOVED being there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So a wrap-up of Ireland: It's super peaceful and SUPER laid-back. The people are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. And genuinely friendly. A couple quotes from some Irish people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dirty Raunchy Irish Bus Driver: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though there's snow on the roof (pointing to hair), there's still a fire in the grill." &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you girls going to have some fun tonight? You know, a couple of one night stands? You know, you sow your wild oats at night, then pray for a crop failure in the morning." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. I didn't even know what to say in this situation. All I could do was laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, an exchange between Colleen and a Tourist Office worker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Colleen: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you guys have a mailbox to send post cards in here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish Worker &lt;span&gt;(could have just said no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Oh yes...you know, you just go outside and hand your letter to the pigeons and they'll carry it across the ocean for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hehe. Cheeky buggers. I love the Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to you: GO TO IRELAND!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/10856106-5960180785840812476?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5960180785840812476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=5960180785840812476' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/5960180785840812476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/5960180785840812476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/pure-magic.html' title='Pure Magic'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SqaXnUyHU6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4sZe8Qrkrr0/s72-c/windyirealnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-7326780447907379448</id><published>2009-09-03T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:22:52.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s ballin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'>Tea Time!!</title><content type='html'>London! The city I've been to at least two times before, but has never gotten old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the city where I got to finally meet a bloggy friend, &lt;a href="http://jackie.pocketses.net/"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt;. It was great/kinda surreal to meet a blog friend, especially Jax, who is hilarious, upbeat and always down for a good time. She was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; host by far (she bought me CHOCOLATE...that scores major points) and an excellent tour guide. And she has an adorable English accent to boot. Dannnng girl. You got it going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough with the chatter, here are some pictures of our adventure in London:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs183.snc1/6089_144691528265_705043265_3557169_7519735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs183.snc1/6089_144691528265_705043265_3557169_7519735_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to hold midget-sized matching couples in my hand.&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://pocketses.net/images/blog/Ashley21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 355px;" src="http://pocketses.net/images/blog/Ashley21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this need a caption? Yep, this is the real Abbey Road. I'm Paul.&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://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs128.snc1/5492_729980503058_199712753_44285186_3570902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 461px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs128.snc1/5492_729980503058_199712753_44285186_3570902_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the "tube," doing a girly pose.&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://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs199.snc1/6731_147071985738_516390738_3395359_3505613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs199.snc1/6731_147071985738_516390738_3395359_3505613_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London=Gotham City.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_oTdVvKjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/MfFdBcCsL-U/s1600-h/Pic244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_oTdVvKjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/MfFdBcCsL-U/s320/Pic244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377271901094619698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Hello Big Ben! (and the Parliament Building).&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_oS6uwPcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/avUAwBujwh4/s1600-h/Pic231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_oS6uwPcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/avUAwBujwh4/s320/Pic231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377271891804306882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notting Hill was too cute.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_oSVsQJyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ubwyxwRlfrI/s1600-h/Pic236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_oSVsQJyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ubwyxwRlfrI/s320/Pic236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377271881861703458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shot of the city.&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nH2vMPhI/AAAAAAAAAew/GRODRLNBiJM/s1600-h/Pic232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nH2vMPhI/AAAAAAAAAew/GRODRLNBiJM/s320/Pic232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377270602242211346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I tell you? We definitely had tea time!&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nHQEa9uI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fh0OW1o-E0E/s1600-h/Pic229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nHQEa9uI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fh0OW1o-E0E/s320/Pic229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377270591862273762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely English summer day.&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nG18IUpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yT3Ify1lK1M/s1600-h/Pic224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nG18IUpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yT3Ify1lK1M/s320/Pic224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377270584848175762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing at an American-inspired club.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nGF3WvJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tqA28ndae4A/s1600-h/Pic219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nGF3WvJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tqA28ndae4A/s320/Pic219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377270571943246994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Blog friends meeting!! And a story to boot (as told by Jackie):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another adventure on the tube and then there we were, walking on the cobblestones up to Chez Gerard, one of my favourite bars for Long Island Iced Teas. We sat sipping our drinks and chatting for a long while and then, my favourite moment of the night, Ashley insisted on buying me another drink and the conversation with the bartender went as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Could I have the cocktail menu please?...Ooh, I'll have a Strawberry Daiquiri, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: And I'm buying her drink!...But we're not lesbians. But I am paying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bartender cracks up and turns around to get ingredients for my drink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Great Ashley, now I look like a prostitute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bartender comes back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: She's not a prostitute, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bartender bursts into hysterics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley: ...But we did meet on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pocketses.net/images/blog/Ashley10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 354px;" src="http://pocketses.net/images/blog/Ashley10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bartender :)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nFj1XA-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Cr4znRoW4RQ/s1600-h/Pic217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_nFj1XA-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Cr4znRoW4RQ/s320/Pic217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377270562808071138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good motto to go by :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;London, I really do love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-7326780447907379448?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7326780447907379448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=7326780447907379448' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/7326780447907379448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/7326780447907379448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/tea-time.html' title='Tea Time!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Sp_oTdVvKjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/MfFdBcCsL-U/s72-c/Pic244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-4779846457803596444</id><published>2009-08-30T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:03:07.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'>An American in Paris</title><content type='html'>It's 92 degrees in SD today, and I'm sipping on cold guava juice and spraying myself with water to keep cool. (My roommates and I are refusing to turn on the AC to try and save money...TORTURE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is, a few short days ago I was in Ireland and the temperature was a cold 50-something degrees. My body is really confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no time to complain, cause I've got to show some pictures of Paris! Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs179.snc1/6731_147055615738_516390738_3395207_3187688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs179.snc1/6731_147055615738_516390738_3395207_3187688_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Montmartre. BEAUTIFUL.&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://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs199.snc1/6731_147055625738_516390738_3395208_5673209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs199.snc1/6731_147055625738_516390738_3395208_5673209_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, Colleen and I performed. KIDDING. ha.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SpsCK_P_uOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/082pCx75UoI/s1600-h/Pic205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SpsCK_P_uOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/082pCx75UoI/s320/Pic205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375892967997290722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place mat at Amelie's Cafe.&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SpsCKVXCl4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/YFHYNlfRaJc/s1600-h/Pic207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SpsCKVXCl4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/YFHYNlfRaJc/s320/Pic207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375892956752549762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lourve.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SpsCJbOfB3I/AAAAAAAAAdw/Skwi6blZzPc/s1600-h/Pic144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SpsCJbOfB3I/AAAAAAAAAdw/Skwi6blZzPc/s320/Pic144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375892941147408242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solene, the girl we stayed with using CouchSurfing. GREAT experience with her!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr_xEx_OqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rDLCgvRlQyk/s1600-h/Pic109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr_xEx_OqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rDLCgvRlQyk/s320/Pic109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890323782187682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall of Mirrors at the Chateau de Versailles (owned by Louis XIV, the Sun King)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr_wpwYwXI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gjfItzHhPQ8/s1600-h/Pic087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr_wpwYwXI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gjfItzHhPQ8/s320/Pic087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890316527714674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Gorgeous.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr_wG22-0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/gVNFEhVSbI0/s1600-h/Pic063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr_wG22-0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/gVNFEhVSbI0/s320/Pic063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890307159620418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre Dame. I went to the service, which was in French, but I said all the Catholic parts I knew in English. tee-hee.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr_vnwI5QI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WnkoQ4N6QDQ/s1600-h/Pic056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr_vnwI5QI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WnkoQ4N6QDQ/s320/Pic056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890298809935106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life: Sitting at a French Cafe in the afternoon.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr-Rgr4UYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WQjWVeD0_wY/s1600-h/Pic052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr-Rgr4UYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WQjWVeD0_wY/s320/Pic052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375888682005320066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite spots in Paris: St. Germaine. This is how I imagined the city, in real life form.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr-ROD6dWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/em9Ka3yCn3k/s1600-h/Pic044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr-ROD6dWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/em9Ka3yCn3k/s320/Pic044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375888677005849954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arc De Triomphe&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr-QqKkEZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GF71Al9wg1s/s1600-h/Pic040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr-QqKkEZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GF71Al9wg1s/s320/Pic040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375888667370066322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need a caption? This thing was HUGE and we climbed to the first level by stairs. In 90-degree heat. Some Canadian lady behind us was complaining, "I should have quit smoking years ago!" Yep.&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/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr-QOocseI/AAAAAAAAAcw/d9sZ1Pceywc/s1600-h/Pic027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/Spr-QOocseI/AAAAAAAAAcw/d9sZ1Pceywc/s320/Pic027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375888659979219426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the apartment we stayed at in Versailles. Charming, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have something like 100 more pictures, but it would take too long to post. Also, I may or may not have french-kissed a french guy there (Colleen's idea!) and there may or may not be photographic evidence...but that picture is not going up here! hehe. I mean...what picture?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will post my other pics of London and Ireland later this week. Until then, enjoy Paris. I did.&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/10856106-4779846457803596444?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4779846457803596444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=4779846457803596444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/4779846457803596444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/4779846457803596444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/american-in-paris.html' title='An American in Paris'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KZ_hhVbiAHc/SpsCK_P_uOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/082pCx75UoI/s72-c/Pic205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-5867519623536775234</id><published>2009-08-29T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:17:04.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'>What's the Crack?</title><content type='html'>hahaha. If you are confused by the title, just know that it is an Irish way to say 'How's it going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many f@!*in' pictures to post, I think I will do it in parts. And not yet, because I feel like I've had my head slammed against the wall. Stupid jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-5867519623536775234?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5867519623536775234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=5867519623536775234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/5867519623536775234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/5867519623536775234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-crack.html' title='What&apos;s the Crack?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-1732478277395581999</id><published>2009-08-16T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:29:44.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness and smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s ballin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'>Au Revoir!!!</title><content type='html'>Dude, I have major butterflies in my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave TOMORROW for my trip to Paris, London and Ireland (Galway)!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so ballin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you gangstas in a couple weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XOXO, Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-1732478277395581999?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1732478277395581999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=1732478277395581999' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/1732478277395581999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/1732478277395581999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/au-revoir.html' title='Au Revoir!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-1251786927010521248</id><published>2009-08-15T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:16:37.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and the like'/><title type='text'>The Story of Zach Morris</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I closed a chapter on a stressful summer job, and all the while I was still sad that I was saying goodbye to some kiddies. This shows that working with kids is, indeed, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressful, challenging, overwhelming, exhausting at times...but always rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite kid of the whole summer was my little friend Zach. Well, he was older (fourth grade) than my usual favorites (kindergarten). All the girls called him Zach Efron because of his haircut, not to mention his natural charm (those girls better watch out!). However, I called him Zach Morris, explaining the superiority of Morris over Efron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an adorable hug he always said, "Ashley you're my favorite," and snuck into my group each week (they were supposed to be in different groups every week). The funniest moments were when he tried to wrestle me to the ground (apparently all the boys were on a mission to do this). That's when I employed my dad (a past wrestler) to show me some simple wrestling moves. Those boys didn't stand a chance. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all of this sounds very simple, it's funny how those simple moments made my day when I thought I couldn't take the stress any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I talked to Zach's mom when she was picking him up, and told her how I called him Zach Morris. She replied, " Well, actually, my husband and I were a big fan of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saved By the Bell&lt;/span&gt; and he was named after Zach Morris."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! I was calling him the right name all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then offered me a babysitting job, to which I said, "Hmmm...not sure if I have much time for babysitting, but I'd love to come to some of his basketball games."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was hard to say goodbye to Zach yesterday, my last day at camp...and I'm realizing how this is the hardest part of working with children. You always have to let go and say goodbye, hoping that they will grow up the right way, still keeping that innocent charm I love so much about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be a part of their life for a brilliantly-fleeting moment, that's something really special, too. I'll hold onto that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-1251786927010521248?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1251786927010521248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=1251786927010521248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/1251786927010521248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/1251786927010521248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-of-zach-morris.html' title='The Story of Zach Morris'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856106.post-4187337223130640884</id><published>2009-08-08T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:04:56.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men that bring sexy back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Robert Pattinson and I are lovers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*OTc1MDYyNjQwNiZwdD*xMjQ5NzUwOTk2ODEyJnA9MTkzMjYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*4Y2JhN2EwNDBmYzQ*MmYwYTViOWRlZWI4NjA2ZTE2MQ==.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.faceinhole.com/09/8/8/cf0bd7d988936c9c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Create your own FACEinHOLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you know that?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856106-4187337223130640884?l=littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4187337223130640884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856106&amp;postID=4187337223130640884' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/4187337223130640884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856106/posts/default/4187337223130640884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleturkishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/faceinhole.html' title='Robert Pattinson and I are lovers...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802037284331960206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08011439889369715556'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry></feed>