<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681</id><updated>2011-12-06T21:37:37.357+02:00</updated><category term='nostalgji'/><category term='oil'/><category term='mbresa'/><category term='fjalor'/><category term='dashuri'/><category term='Nuri Bilge Ceylan'/><category term='amarcord'/><category term='lajthitje'/><category term='worse'/><category term='kuriozitet'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='muzike shqiptare'/><category term='gjendje pas kthimit nga atdheu'/><category term='events'/><category term='art'/><category term='collection'/><category term='Ashike'/><category term='Midyat'/><category term='shoqata e grave&quot;'/><category term='kinema shqiptare'/><category term='mendje praktike'/><category term='Largesi'/><category term='movie'/><category term='memorandum'/><category term='meditim'/><category term='lajm trishtues'/><category term='Mardin'/><category term='pyesori qe na mori shpirtin'/><category term='filma klasike'/><category term='fellini'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='rikthim'/><category term='irini qiriako'/><category term='kinostudio'/><category term='painting'/><category term='fiksim'/><title type='text'>Zhapiku- Lizard</title><subtitle type='html'>Tell Me Something Real!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-6152406552734674833</id><published>2008-07-31T17:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:53.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Femrat Drunkorexike Midis Nesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SJHNoNjveBI/AAAAAAAAATw/CkwbnnTp2wY/s1600-h/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SJHNoNjveBI/AAAAAAAAATw/CkwbnnTp2wY/s320/grace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229186733071890450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ka kohe qe disa nga mikeshat e mia kane nisur te thone; “S’kam ngrene prej dy ditesh sepse neser kemi party dhe do te pijme deri ne çmenduri etj”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="IT"&gt;Dhe sidomos tani ne veren se nxehte e gjate pushimeve te shumeprituara e te “holla e elegante”, mos ngrenia dhe perdorimi i alkolit deri ne shfrenim eshte pothuaj ritmi i jetes, pa i shtuar ketu dhe oret e teperta ne palestra mbi biçikletat kondicion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Sipas studimeve te dieticieneve te bera kohet e fundit, kjo menyre e te ushyerit me alkol qenka nje fenomen i praktikuar nga shifra te larta femrash dhe si çdo gje tjeter dhe kjo e ka nje emer “DRUNKOREXIA”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="IT"&gt;Sipas dieticieneve femrat e diteve te sotme jane te detyruara te jene te elegante edhe duke perdorur alkol. Shume femra te diteve te sotme ndjejne nje presion social mbi vete, si per te pire pije alkolike ashtu dhe per te qene sa me elegante. Pasi te jesh elegante tashme per femrat eshte nje domosdoshmeri kulturore ndersa te perdorimi i pijeve alkolike konsiderohet e modes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Drunkorexia” eshte nje problem shendetesor i cili shfaqet tek femrat qe perdorin alkol me teprice. Keto femra drunkoreksike duke mos ngrene ose mos respektuar disiplinen e te ushqyerit ne vakte, marrin kenaqesine e&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;te mos paturit problem kalorite e teperta te alkolit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="IT"&gt;Ky fenomen eshte perhapur ne shume vende te Europes e ne Amerike. Sipas specialisteve, “drunkorexia” eshte me e perhapur tek mosha e re. Fotot dhe pozat me kokteil e pije alkolike&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;te aktoreve e modeleve elegante te famshme te cilat merren si shembuj stilesh nga te rinjte, jane nje nder faktoret kryesore te shtimit ne numer te drunkoreksikeve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Edhe pse “Drunkorexia” akoma nuk ka hyre si term ne literaturen e shendetesise, aktualisht ajo eshte nje menyre e te ushqyerit dhe e dietes te cilen e praktikojne shume femra. Shumica e femrave drunkorexike jane te vetedijshme per kete lloj diete jo te shendetshme por nuk dine se çfare pasojash mund te shfaqi ajo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="IT"&gt;Psikologja klinike Carrie Wilkens shpjegon pasojat e te mosushqyerit para perdorimit te alkolit. Sipas saj; Te ushqyerit para perdorimit te alkolit, menjanon te dehjen e shpejte duke e ngadalesuar ate me thithjen e alkolit nga ushqimi. Pija e pare qe merret pas nje dite pa ngrene krijon nje efekt me rrezik te larte ne organizem. Shume nga keto femra nuk ushqehen per dite me rradhe ndaj dhe kur nisin perdorimin e alkolit kane probleme te shumta si per shembull humbje e marrje mendsh. Shifrat statistikore tregojne se 30 perqind e femrave te moshave 18-24 e praktikojne rregullisht kete menyre te ushqyeri me alkol. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-6152406552734674833?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6152406552734674833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6152406552734674833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/07/femrat-drunkorexike-midis-nesh.html' title='Femrat Drunkorexike Midis Nesh'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SJHNoNjveBI/AAAAAAAAATw/CkwbnnTp2wY/s72-c/grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-5449904994913834377</id><published>2008-06-10T17:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:47:58.931+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoqata e grave&quot;'/><title type='text'>Kerkese per Ndihme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Maili ne vijim eshte i derguar ne emer te Luljeta SELIMI, drejtoreshe e Shoqates se Grave "Jeta në Kastriot",  ne Prishtine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kontakt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dërgoi: Luljeta Selimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="mailto:luljeta_s@hotmail.com"&gt;luljeta_s@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kërkesë për ndihmë nga OJQ “JETA NË KASTRIOT”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kush jemi ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Organizata e gruas “Jeta në Kastriot“ është organizat e regjistruar dhe ka numrin e regjistrimit 5100725-5, si dhe ka statuesin e benificuar. Ne perkujdesiemi 2016  femra të cilat janë të dhunaura seksualisht nga policia dhe ushtria  serbe gjatë  luftës së fundit dhe tani  ato kanë  nevojë për trajtim mjeksor dhe ndihma të tjera .. . Deri me sot  punojm  një  ekip prej 15 vetash që bëjmë punë vullnetare dhe  që  ndihmojm femrat të cilat kanë qenë viktima të dhunës seksuale, fizike  dhe psiqike  të cilat kanë nevojë dhe tash janë në  mbështetjen tonë. Ne gjatë punës në teren kemi identifikur 2019 femra të cilat janë dhunuar,  të cilat tash për tash përveq se 114 prej tyre që kanë plagë të dukshme në trup (kanë gjinjë të  prer, gishtrinj të këputur, 9 me  një sy të verbuar ose të demtuar që nuk sheh fare dhe 37 në fytyrë me plage të hapura, kanë prerje të ndryshme në trup, djegje me cigare dhe gjera tjera etj), tri nga ato kane bërë vetvrasje  gjate vitit që shkoi .Ato  janë në gjendje të rënd shendetësore, psiqike ato detyrohen të kujdesën përveq për vetën  edhe për fëmijët që në këtë rast nga të gjitha të dhunuarat 2016 femra të dhunuara sa ne i mbajnë nën përkujdesje mjeksore, ato kanë 3007 fëmijë që rriten jetim dhe vetëm nën përkujdesin e nënës e cila është nën  presion e dhunimit, frikës, skamejs  dhe përbuzjes nga rrethi, institucionet  ndersa  të braktisura nga burrat  janë 386 gra për shkak se kanë qenë të dhunuara. Ne përpiqemi që përveq ndihmes profesionale të mjekeve që janë  të të gjithë profesioniste  synojm që së paku për disa kohë t’i  finacojm fëmijet e tyre. Nënat e dhunuara, janë gra të traumatizuara dhe që presin ndihmën  nga të tjeret sepse mendojn se  vetëm janë të pafuqishme dhe  fëmijët e  viktimave që kanë nevojë  për ndihme dhe përkrahje.  Organizata jonë  bënë punë  vullnetare duke i shfrytzuar pasurit personale vetëm e vetëm për të bërë një punë që mendojm se meriton dhe se  ia vlen sakrifica. Ne nga krijimi i OJQ  „ Jeta në Kastriot „  gjatë  viti 1999 por edhe para se të regjistrohej ne kemi punuar  si ekip prej 15 vetash që të ndihmojm femrat të cilat kanë qenë viktima të dhunës seksuale, fizike  dhe psiqike  të cilat kanë nevojë dhe tash sot për   mbështetjen tonë. Në  punojm  15 veta  dhe ate; 10 mjeke, udhëhesit  kordinyatorja dhe ndihmësja, dhe tri motra medicionale( infermjere).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Natyrisht se shumë shpesh  na mungojn  edhe mjetet themelore  për punë e që janë shumë të domosdoshme sepse ne po kerkojm vetëm ato që  të mund të këmi sukes  patjetërt në punën tonë dhe zvoglimin  dhe  eliminimin e dhëmbjes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Ne bëjëm sigurimin e branave  për 1500 paciente nga te cilat  kanë nevoj për trajtim mjeksor dhe këtë nuk kanë mundesi ta bëjnë  për arsye se do të identifikohen nga rrethi  që janë  të dhunuara, do të  bëjme ketë në mënyrë të fshehur sikur po kontrollojm të gjitha banoret e fshatrve, lagjeve vetëm e vetëm që ato mos të mbesin jashtë  kujdesit mjeksor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Për momentin  ne kemi nevoj për grumbullimin e mjeteve materiale  për tu siguruar 3 pacenteve tona udhëtimin në Finland  ku i pret një operacion i vështir  për ta kryer,  për shkak të rrahjes dhe maltretimeve që iu është bërë gjatë luftës nga serbet  dhe sot kanë pasoja shëndetësore dhe duhet patjeter  për tu larguar shenjat e cigareve dhe prerjet e tjera nga fytyra që sot duken shumë të tmerrshme. Bileta kushton 450 euro. Për këtë udhëtimi na nevoitet një shumë e madhe pararash  sepse perveq pacenteve me ato duhet të udhëtojnë edhe shoqërues nga famija e afert andaj si nga shumë firma me renome edhe nga ju po kerkojmë një shumë prej 100 euro, ose eedhe më pak . Ne arritem ta sigurojm spitalin dhe donatorin që i paguan shpenzimet e spitalit nga shteti perkatës por  nuk kemi mjete  për udhëtim  dhe kjo e rrezikon  që ta humbim donacion sepse  nuk po arrijm ta sigurojm shumen e duhur ato nuk mund te shkojn  asnjera.  Ju lutemi nese keni mundesi  ipni kontributin tuaj  dhe ate sa ma shpejt sepse  nese deri  me datë 27.06.2008   nuk e konfirmojm udhëtimin e tyre pacentet tona do ta humbin të drejten e udhëtimit dhe sherimit në atë vend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nese vendosni të na ndihmoni  ju lutem ta bëni në këtë xhirollogarin e Organizates apo drejtë për së drejti duke kontaktuar në telefonin +37744 209 651&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Banka në Kosovë:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Llogarija e PROCREDIT BANK KOSOVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;NGO-SHOQATA E GRUAS JETA NE KASTRIOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Numri I llogarisë 1110172740000153&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Per personat jasht Kosovës shënimet tjera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Emri dhe Mbiemri i pranuesit : NGO- Shoqata e gruas Jeta në Kastriot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Adresa : Rruga Hajdar Dushi hyrja 2 Numer 5 Prishtinë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Filialja e llogarise perfituese : Prishtinë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SWIFIT CODE: MBKOCS22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Për shumë për ne shikoni  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.vajzat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.vajzat.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Kontributi juaj  do të reklamohet për një vit në web faqen tonë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Me nderime nga drejtoresha  Luljeta SELIMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-5449904994913834377?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5449904994913834377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5449904994913834377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/06/kerkese-per-ndihme.html' title='Kerkese per Ndihme!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-8525467917997213015</id><published>2008-05-28T15:40:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:54.108+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuri Bilge Ceylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>"Three Monkeys" &amp; Nuri Bilge Ceylan's Other Masterpieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SD1TscAtXVI/AAAAAAAAASY/wDcZYXIITH0/s1600-h/posterdesign2_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SD1TscAtXVI/AAAAAAAAASY/wDcZYXIITH0/s320/posterdesign2_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205408767208676690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SD1TBcAtXTI/AAAAAAAAASI/2hAsHPjW5Yg/s1600-h/posterdesign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SD1TBcAtXTI/AAAAAAAAASI/2hAsHPjW5Yg/s320/posterdesign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205408028474301746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nuri Bilge Ceylan, my favourite Turkish director. Finally, he is awarded as the best director of Cannes Festival, with his last movie “Three Monkeys”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I need to explain that I do not like to glorify anyone or anything, but I really should accept my special weakness for Nuri Bilge Ceylan’s movies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In my second year in Turkey (2000) I was invited to cinema to watch his movie “Clouds of May – Mayıs Sıkıntısı”. Nuri Bilge Ceylan has stared his restful mom and dad. This movie’s flow was so special and independent with its sensuality, poetry, silence and peacefulness. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As destiny of such silent and slow motional movies, unfortunately at the break of it, half of the cinema was emptied. In fact at the end I was just shocked and I had a Tarkovskyan taste in my mouth (movie’s end soundtrack was the same with the one of Tarkovsky’s Stalker, composed by Edward Artemiy) . I believed that this guy is really good in his job and especially in photography as he came from that past and every time I was expecting his new masterpieces with impatience. Afterwards I got his first long film “The Small Town – Kasaba”, built on the spiritual world on three generation of a family living in a small town. And I should accept that I fell in love with the windy scenes, so artistic and full of poetry. The following masterpiece of Nuri Bilge Ceylan, was “Distant &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Uzak” , awarded in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Cannes 2003 with Grand Prix and Best Actor Prize. As cited by Guardian, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"A real jewel, a truly beautiful film". Some pieces of our post-modern lives and relationships are significantly expressed in this film.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;In 2006 comes “Climates – İklimler” stared by Nuri bilge Ceylan and his talented actress wife Ebru Ceylan. He challenges people’s life and inner selves with the climates. This film was so discussed in Turkey, especially the hot scene played by Nuri Bilge Ceylan himself, feminist ones couldn't stop themselves from criticizing his role as a an egoist macho etc etc. But I could say loudly that this film’s feelings and scent are so real and true. Maybe that’s why it was awarded with Fipresci Price 2006. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;And lastly, comes his “Three Monkeys – Üç Maymun” 2008, with which Nuri Bilge Ceylan was selected as the best director. I can not say anything about this movie as Istill could not watch it, but it seems so unusual and different work referring to his previous ones. Like “Climates” this film also is shooted in Digital format and printed in 35 mm. And as I have seen in the film photos, Nuri Bilge Ceylan has experimented his best in photography scenes. I am feeling really impatient and I am thinking how to resist till November (the appraisal show time of “three monkeys” here in Turkey).  Meanwhile, I'm sure this  movie will expand the number Nuri Bilge Ceylan's fans in Turkey, which does not pass the 100,000's. Anyway I don't think that this is a big problem for him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For more info about Nuri Bilge Ceylan and his masterpieces, click &lt;a href="http://www.nbcfilm.com/home.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-8525467917997213015?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8525467917997213015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8525467917997213015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/05/three-monkeys-nuri-bilge-ceylans-other.html' title='&quot;Three Monkeys&quot; &amp; Nuri Bilge Ceylan&apos;s Other Masterpieces'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SD1TscAtXVI/AAAAAAAAASY/wDcZYXIITH0/s72-c/posterdesign2_hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-4302638110416516464</id><published>2008-05-02T10:16:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:54.695+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lajm trishtues'/><title type='text'>Rezultati i 1 Majit ne Turqi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SBrDAETHqMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0czloMGmlVI/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SBrDAETHqMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0czloMGmlVI/s320/38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195679526046640322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nderkohe qe festimet e 1Majit ne Shqiperi u  konsideruan si retrospektive, ne France  presidenti me rastin e dites se tyre, i  mirpriti  punetoret me muzike ne pallatin  presidencial. Ndersa ne Turqi ngjarjet rrodhen ndryshe. Pas nje periudhe te gjate bisedimesh midis sendikatave dhe qeverise per deklarimin e pranimin zyrtarisht te 1 Majit si dite feste dhe pushim, qeveria jo vetem qe nuk e pranoi kete gje por njekohesht ndaloi rreptesisht dhenien e lejeve  per mitingjet dhe protestat e ndryshme ne kete dite, gjithashtu mori masa te jashtezakonshme per parandalimin dhe paralizimin e tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Dhe rezultati : Lufte ne mes te Stambollit dhe 505 protestues te arrestuar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fotot nga mediat turke dhe te huaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SBrC7ETHqLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/qPToq2o-p44/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SBrCgETHqII/AAAAAAAAAP8/Z5CjTT0c5bs/s320/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195678976290826370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-4302638110416516464?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/4302638110416516464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/4302638110416516464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/05/rezultati-i-1-majit-ne-turqi.html' title='Rezultati i 1 Majit ne Turqi'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SBrDAETHqMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0czloMGmlVI/s72-c/38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-2291224304732789809</id><published>2008-04-16T17:43:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:55.209+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ejani te Xhirojme Film!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SAh7QKh8ncI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B5sugLgBykk/s1600-h/Sequence+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SAh7QKh8ncI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B5sugLgBykk/s320/Sequence+06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190534088179359170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SAh7Eah8nbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qp2xs_Kiud8/s1600-h/Sequence+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SAh7Eah8nbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qp2xs_Kiud8/s320/Sequence+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190533886315896242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miqte e mi,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam e sigurt qe keto kohe çdokush prej jush po ben plane per pushimet e veres dhe eshte ne dileme ti kaloje ato ne atdhe apo si turist ne ndonje vend tjeter te botes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Une e kam vendosur, do ti kaloj ne atdhe me ne fund pas me shume se nje vit mungese.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megjithate mendoj qe krahas pushimeve , te mund te nxjerrim edhe ndonje film me metrazh te shkurter me teme rreth Shqiperise dhe jetes atje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fillimisht dua tju siguroj qe kemi kamerandixhitale semi-profesionale, mikrofonin e prozhektore, por tema e filmit/ave eshte akoma ne mjegull.&lt;br /&gt;Ndaj ju ftoj te ndajme se bashku tema skenaresh qe mund te krijoni dhe ti realizojme duke i kthyer ne film se bashku.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshiroj qe çdo gje te jete spontane, psh te ndajme mendimet se bashku, nese do te jete e mundur per secilin prej jush te ndodhet ne atdhe ne javen e pare ose te dyte te muajit gusht, mund te takohemi, prezantohemi e fundja dhe te organizojme setin e xhirimit se bashku etj etj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tema e filmave do te jete e lire, por kryesorja eshte qe te mbaje ere Shqiperi.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nese keni sygjerime jeni te mirepritur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fotografite jane fragmente nga filmi me metrazh te shkurter "Dhembi" me regji te mikut tone M. Volga Süren dhe bashkepunimit tone vullnetar. Fragmenti i vajzes qe buzeqesh(ne foto) eshte xhiruar ne Shqiperi, per arsye se veç atje gjen vajza me dhembe te bukura ;)"&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I am planning some holidays in Albania. During holidays me and my friends are thinking of shooting one or some short movie/s with "Albania and life there" subject.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure that we provide semi-professional digital camera, microphone and lights.  However we have no certain stories or scripts and we are expecting your collaboration. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to send me any kind of story (which smells Albania) and/or suggestion and of course we can shoot the film together in Albania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Attached photo is a fragment of "Tooth" short movie directed by our friend M.Volga Süren"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-2291224304732789809?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/2291224304732789809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/2291224304732789809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/04/ejani-te-xhirojme-film.html' title='Ejani te Xhirojme Film!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SAh7QKh8ncI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B5sugLgBykk/s72-c/Sequence+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-962347333834135973</id><published>2008-04-14T17:05:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:55.436+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lajm trishtues'/><title type='text'>Pippa Bacca Nusja e Paqes qe........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SARLjKh8nZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dOqc53w-GpU/s1600-h/pippa.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SARLjKh8nZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dOqc53w-GpU/s320/pippa.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189355738131897746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Ne çdo vend te botes ka njerez te keqinj e perdhunues" keto jane fjalet toleruese te familjes se mbytur ne vaj e lote te Nuses se Paqes Pippa Bacca. Jane fjale qe pas kesaj ngjarjeve mishrrengjethese, çlirojne paksa ndergjegjen e vrare te popullit turk qe e ka mbuluar turpi keto dite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;POR NUK MJAFTON......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertet qe mund te kete njerez te keqinj ne çdo vend por nuk mbeshteten ose u ferkohen shpatullat nga sistemi si ne Turqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para disa ditesh u lebetisa kur degjova lajmin se nje baba qe kish perdhunuar vajzen e tij 12 vjeçare ishte denuar vetem me 5 vjet pasi kishte perfituar mase uljeje denimi per vete faktin se sipas raportit te shendetesise ligore vajza e perdhunuar nuk kish pasur asnje pasoje psikologjike pas perdhunimit ndaj dhe babait perdhunues i dhane denimit me te ulet te vendosur me ligj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ose nje rast tjeter, deri disa kohe me pare nese nje grua gjate aktit te perdhunimit bertet e uleret per ndihme dhe shpetohet si dhe per kete arsye akti i perdhunimit nuk realizohet deri ne fund, personi perdhunues  merr nje ulje denimi gjysem per gjysem. Me ne fund Gjykata e Kasacionit e ndaloi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gjithashtu deri ne 2004 ne Kodin Penal te Turqise shkruhej se nese nje i aferm i merr jeten nje te aferm/e per arsye nderi psh nese babai ose vellai vret motren sepse ajo eshte perdhunuar, perfiton ulje denimi sepse ka arsye te forte.&lt;br /&gt;Ose nese perdhunuesi martohet me te perdhunuaren i falet krimi. Ose ose brenda marteses nuk ekziston krimi  i perdhunimit etj etj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne kete sistem me drejtesi maço ku ekziston mentaliteti qe nje femer e cila jeton marredhenie para ose jashte martese e meriton perdhunimin do degjohen te tjera e te tjera çmendurira....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sot teksa po bisedoja me nje shokun tim turk rreth kesaj ngjarje qe ka pushtuar gjithe Turqine, me tha: Majla, merr nga rruga tre meshkuj turq e pyeti nese do te shihnit nje femer te huaj ne rruge ne nje ore pak a shume te vone, çfare do te benit? po ne rastin kur ajo te mos jete e huaj por turke? Dhe e pakta nje prej tyre do te thote me ze te larte: Do tja tregoja une sesi shetitet vetem ne ate ore ....... ne rastin e dyte: aaaaa jo sbehet, turkja eshte motra jone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ardhmja sdihet, ndoshta pas flijimit te Pippa Baccias sdo te kete me njerez te keqinj. Edhe pse qellimi i udhetimit te saj ishte te tregonte sigurine e paqen midis njerezve te botes, ajo sdo te jete me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-962347333834135973?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/962347333834135973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/962347333834135973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/04/pippa-bacca-nusja-e-paqes-qe.html' title='Pippa Bacca Nusja e Paqes qe........'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/SARLjKh8nZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dOqc53w-GpU/s72-c/pippa.GIF' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-3354440838169105078</id><published>2008-03-20T13:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:39:21.101+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshim ne Heshtje</title><content type='html'>Lajmerim i Posaderguar me Mail nga Partia Socialiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Në emër të dinjitetit tonë njerëzor e kombëtar i ftojmë të gjithë, pavarësisht bindjeve politike e përkatësive partiake, në një ecje të heshtur përgjatë Bulevardit Dëshmorët e Kombit të premten ora 17.30, për të dëshmuar se ata dhjetëra mijëra burra, gra e fëmijë që kanë ndërruar jetë në këto 17 vjet në punë, në rrugë, në festë na kanë mësuar më në fund diçka pas shpërthimit apokaliptik të Gradecit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Të ecim së bashku përgjatë Bulevardit Dëshmorët e Kombit në homazh të kësaj tragjedie për të treguar se ne nuk jemi skllevër të heshtur që mund të na hedhin në erë ata që na kanë marrë votën për të na garantuar jetën, familjen, pronën, atdheun, po njerëz të lirë që s'mund ta pranojmë kurrë kokulur për kryeministër një zotëri që ka paturpësinë të ngrejë edhe zërin kundër burimeve të pavarura të informimit të publikut, atyre qindra vajzave e djemve që po na bëjnë këto ditë shërbimin e çmuar të pasqyrimit e zbardhjes të së vërtetës rrëqethëse, gazetarë e kameramanë kurajozë, profesionistë e amatorë, të cilët s'duan të vdesin si skllevër të gënjeshtrave të pushtetit;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Të ecim së bashku përgjatë Bulevardit Dëshmorët e Kombit si prindër që dimë t'i mbrojmë fëmijët tanë, familjet e atdheun tonë, duke shprehur me krenari qytetare jo vetëm hidhërimin po edhe indinjatën për jetën e humbur të bashkëmoshatarëve të kalamajve tanë të shfrytëzuar kafshërisht në të zezë e të vrarë barbarisht nga një bombë e kurdisur me vendimin e papërgjegjshëm të qeverisë sonë të paaftë e me bekimin e kryeministrit tonë të korruptuar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Të ecim së bashku përgjatë Bulevardit Dëshmorët e Kombit si burra e gra që nuk e ulin kokën duke u bërë bashkëfajtorë të heshtur me ata që provokuan shpërthimin shurdhues e vrastar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecja e heshtur me të tjerë bashkëqytetarë, përtej çdo kufiri partiak e larg çdo synimi politik, të premten ora 17.30 në Bulevardin Dëshmorët e Kombit, pa asnjë fjalim e asnjë flamur partiak, është një homazh që ne u'a bëjmë fatkeqëve të Gradecit duke treguar se kjo çudi nuk mund të mbyllet me një ditë zyrtare zie dhe se jeta e siguria e gjithsecilit prej nesh që ka vendosur të jetojë e rrisë fëmijët në këtë vend nuk mund të kërcënohet nga papërgjegjshmëria, paaftësia e nga korrupsioni!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-3354440838169105078?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3354440838169105078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3354440838169105078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/03/marshim-ne-heshtje_20.html' title='Marshim ne Heshtje'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-8982895994210421507</id><published>2008-03-19T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:39:43.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Albania Sells 3.0 Bln Leks (24 Mln Euro) in 3-mo T-Bills, Yields Steady</title><content type='html'>TIRANA (Albania), March 18 (SeeNews) - Albania’s central bank sold 3.0 billion leks ($38.12 million/24 million euro) in three-month Treasury bills at an auction held on Tuesday with yields remaining unchanged, the bank said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bank of Albania, which auctions government securities on behalf of the Finance Ministry, sold the whole amount on offer. Dealers placed bids for 3.38 billion leks in the auction. The T-bills produced a weighted average yield of 6.25%, unchanged from the previous auction held on March 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central bank auctions lek-denominated three-month T-bills every Tuesday and six-month and 12-month T-bills twice a month, also on Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bank of Albania (www.bankofalbania.org) has auctioned 77.11 billion leks since the beginning of the year. Last year it auctioned 386.83 billion leks in par value. In 2006 it sold 460.13 billion leks worth of T-bills, compared to 465.2 billion leks in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 euro= 124.1099 Albanian leks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Source: www.seenews.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-8982895994210421507?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8982895994210421507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8982895994210421507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/03/albania-sells-30-bln-leks-24-mln-euro.html' title='Albania Sells 3.0 Bln Leks (24 Mln Euro) in 3-mo T-Bills, Yields Steady'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-5488518636382951486</id><published>2008-03-17T13:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:55.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning for Albania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R95VqmPZnnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OE6Vj0zHiwE/s1600-h/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R95VqmPZnnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OE6Vj0zHiwE/s320/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178670811830656626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-5488518636382951486?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5488518636382951486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5488518636382951486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/03/mourning-for-albania.html' title='Mourning for Albania'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R95VqmPZnnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OE6Vj0zHiwE/s72-c/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-226291821452946421</id><published>2008-03-06T20:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:44:31.393+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyesori qe na mori shpirtin'/><title type='text'>Detyrat e shtepise, te zysh Enit :)</title><content type='html'>1. Cingarosesh ? – Po mij, social, asocial si te duash&lt;br /&gt;2. Ke puthur njeri dy javët e fundit ? – Uuah, une jam grua e martuar kam nje &lt;br /&gt;   burre. Apo e kishe llafin perveç tij :P&lt;br /&gt;3. Kush qe personi i fundit që të erdh për vizitë? – Komshiu babaxhan, &lt;br /&gt;   na solli ca ftesa koncerti &lt;br /&gt;   dhe 1 kalendar muri me traktora&lt;br /&gt;4. Të ka marrë malli për njeri? – shuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;5. Me kë do të luftosh? – ehe, Chuck Norris dhe Vollgen qe harroi dje proshuten&lt;br /&gt;jashte e Spongien(macen) qe e kish bere tantelle&lt;br /&gt;6. Të pëlqen njeri? – jo jo jo jam ca letargjike kto kohe&lt;br /&gt;7. Kënga që po dëgjon? – Tom Waits-  temptation, P.J.Harvey-white chalk, &lt;br /&gt;piano &amp; ca classical instrumental&lt;br /&gt;8. Ç’do bësh nesër? – e di qe ne mengjes do them” sot sdo iki ne pune”  &lt;br /&gt;megjithate do ngrihem e pregatitem automatikisht….&lt;br /&gt;9. Ke parë tofu? – ehe nga libri “Kodra pas Bregut”&lt;br /&gt;10. Ke ngrënë ndonjëherë? – ishte novella qe me pelqente me shume &lt;br /&gt;ndaj dhe mund ta kem gelltitur&lt;br /&gt;11. Do të kthehesh në shkollë të mesme? – asiher nbote, ska gje me &lt;br /&gt;te shpifur se pamja fizike e nje adoleshenti/e, hunde e veshe te &lt;br /&gt;medhenj e jo propocional me pjeset e tjera te fytyres&lt;br /&gt;12. E ke parë filmin e Britnit? – e mo mos na e shpif tani&lt;br /&gt;13. Ç’bëre dje?- nga mgjesi der ne darke u furnizova me trade law data &lt;br /&gt;14. Me kë vozite herën e fundit ? - ku mi gjen kto pyetje, eshte si &lt;br /&gt;me tpyt me ke more Viagra heren e fundit….nncncncncnc&lt;br /&gt;15. Je e lodhur?- prit njeher t’mar fryme thelle se ndoshta mkalon…………&lt;br /&gt;jo s’kaloi….&lt;br /&gt;16. Me kë ishe sot? – – with my cowboy, home;) sna le asgje private&lt;br /&gt;17. Ku e ke mëmën? – ylli I bukur eshte ne Durres e po me mendon….&lt;br /&gt;18. Ç’ngjyrë i ke çorapet?- çorape te zeza te holla, mi do puna shoqeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;19. Ç’ngjyrë e ke bluzën? – blu e hapur qe me shkon me syte&lt;br /&gt;20. Cili është vëndi më i bukur ku ke qenë? – hmm them se do jet Spanja, &lt;br /&gt;Eno behu gati!!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. A mendon se Barbi është një model negativ për vajzat e vogla? – &lt;br /&gt;jo mendoj se ka efekt negative te meshkujt I kushtezon veç te bjondet&lt;br /&gt;22. Sa kohë të duhet për t’u bërë gati për të dalë? – jo shume max 30min &lt;br /&gt;po kur do dal me njeri nxjerr diçka te merrem e ta le te prese&lt;br /&gt;23. Ka anije familja jote? – po mo ç’esh ajo fjale, nje anije une &lt;br /&gt;nje cowboyi ate me luks ja kemi lene maces se vetem naihere te liqeni I Ankarase&lt;br /&gt;24. E ke puthur ndonjëherë macen tënde?- puth thee kafshoj thuaj&lt;br /&gt;25. Ku ishe më 11.09? – te shpia e njonit :)&lt;br /&gt;26. Përshkruaj kompjuterin ku je duke punuar. – ça pyetje pa ndjenja&lt;br /&gt;27. Ke dalë ndonjëherë nga USA? – kshu ne endrrra po mo posi jo&lt;br /&gt;28. SMS-i fundit që more? – Nga mami qe sperton e ne çdo sms shkruan &lt;br /&gt;“Lindushka jone e dashur” sikur po nis leter&lt;br /&gt;29. Të ka rënë ndonjëherë në kokë për ndonjë mësues? – jo me jo&lt;br /&gt;30. A thua ndonjë dëshirë në 11:11? – na bere gdhe fare dhe ti&lt;br /&gt;31. Lente apo syze? – glasses just for reading&lt;br /&gt;32. Pushimet e ardhshme? – atdhe ose spanje&lt;br /&gt;33. I bie ndonjë vegle? - njeher e nje kohe violines&lt;br /&gt;34. Ke ndonjë vëth gjëkundi? –  ehe :)&lt;br /&gt;35. Personi i fundit që përqafove? – nje mikun tim akademicien, &lt;br /&gt;kisha pire pak dhe ne ato momente I dua te gjithe njerzit&lt;br /&gt;36. Ç’bëre 24 orët e fundit? – living&lt;br /&gt;37. Kush të ka nevrikosur sot? – e kam nis diten me nerva me &lt;br /&gt;Vollgen (cowboyin)&lt;br /&gt;38. A shkarkon muzikë? – po mij atyre qe si gjej CD, psh heren &lt;br /&gt;e fundit zbrita nje muzike te Edward Artemiev, nga filmi Stalker&lt;br /&gt;39. Ka kënduar njeri për ty? – po, nje kenge qe se mbaj mend &lt;br /&gt;po me pelqeu se u shoqerua me kitare&lt;br /&gt;40. A dashuron njeri? –  po me duket&lt;br /&gt;41. Ke kërcyer ndonjëherë si kangur? – Po dhe mundet, &lt;br /&gt;dy kembe ne dy kembe kanguri&lt;br /&gt;42. Ke pasur ndonjë antfarm? – si se gjeti njeri kuptimin e ketij “antfarm-it”&lt;br /&gt;43. Të duket se të duan njerëzia? – nuk mundohem.....&lt;br /&gt;44. Ku është vendi më i çuditshëm ku ke fjetur? – ne autobus, &lt;br /&gt;me kish zene gjumi(pasi dola nga provimi) dhe qe me perplasej koka vazhdimisht me hekurin pas, por qe nuk ti hapja dot syte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perkthimi i mrekullueshem i pyetsorit i perket Akllit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-226291821452946421?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/226291821452946421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/226291821452946421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/03/detyrat-e-shtepise-te-zysh-enit.html' title='Detyrat e shtepise, te zysh Enit :)'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-402471353823685598</id><published>2008-02-28T10:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:56.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iku Koha e Çadres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R8Z3eJtpj2I/AAAAAAAAANc/9Snzbfliee8/s1600-h/5076137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R8Z3eJtpj2I/AAAAAAAAANc/9Snzbfliee8/s320/5076137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171952581968760674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R8Z3ZJtpj1I/AAAAAAAAANU/u8GBP54B8A4/s1600-h/5076135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R8Z3ZJtpj1I/AAAAAAAAANU/u8GBP54B8A4/s320/5076135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171952496069414738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R8Z3Tptpj0I/AAAAAAAAANM/Umw72VntE0I/s1600-h/5076132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R8Z3Tptpj0I/AAAAAAAAANM/Umw72VntE0I/s320/5076132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171952401580134210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me “nubrella”n tashme do tu shpetojme kthimeve mbrapsht te cadres ne kohe shirash te fuqishem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siç e shihni dhe ne fotografi, vendin e cadres se shiut duket se do ta zere dizajni i ri. Megjithese ka nje pamje paksa si astronaut, avantazhi kryesor i ketij dizajni eshte se mund te perdoresh te dy duart lirshmerisht dhe keshtu mund te perdorni  biçikleten e motorin dhe ne dite me shi e ere. Nje tjeter avantazh eshte se nuk do te kini problem kur te kaloni afer te tjereve ne rruge, me friken se mos perplaseni apo i nxirni syte ndonjerit ose dhe kthimi mbrapsht i cadres :) Tashme mjafton te vendosni “nubrella”n ne koke dhe do te mbroheni nga shiu e era.&lt;br /&gt;Ideatori i dizajnit Alan Kaufman thote: “Te gjithe kemi perjetuar momente te veshtira ne perdorimin e cadres dhe kjo ide me erdhi kur po mundohesha te kontrolloja çadren time ne nje dite shiu me ere. Nuk mendova te dizenjoja ndonje gje te re, veç mora shenim dhe u mundova te gjeja zgjidhje.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Source: Hürriyet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-402471353823685598?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/402471353823685598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/402471353823685598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/02/iku-koha-e-adres.html' title='Iku Koha e Çadres'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R8Z3eJtpj2I/AAAAAAAAANc/9Snzbfliee8/s72-c/5076137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-800205392128898269</id><published>2008-02-26T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:48:54.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditaret Javore te Bashkise se Tiranes &amp; PSSH</title><content type='html'>Nuk mbaj mend se si dhe kur jam regjistruar ne faqet e tyre te internetit, por vetem te henen ne mengjes pashe diçka te re ne mailin tim; Ditari Javor i PSSSH. Ndersa sot nje tjeter ditar javor por kesaj here i perkiste Bashkise se Tiranes. Eveniment i rendesishem nese do te jete e mundesishme vazhdimesia, pasi si qellim kyesor i tij eshte informimi periodik i qytetareve ne lidhje me idete dhe politikat e reja te bashkise dhe partise ne  fjale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nese jeni kurioze per keto ditare javore, klikoni ne lidhjet e meposhtme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1-) http://www.tirana.gov.al/ditari/bashkia-ditari1.html&lt;br /&gt;2-) http://www.ps.al/ditari/2-shqip.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-800205392128898269?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/800205392128898269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/800205392128898269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/02/ditaret-javore-te-bashkise-se-tiranes.html' title='Ditaret Javore te Bashkise se Tiranes &amp; PSSH'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-501245946117843844</id><published>2008-02-15T11:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:57.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One Sheet of Paper</title><content type='html'>Maybe you have seen these pictures before. However I wished to share them with you. These are the entries for an art contest at the Hirshorn Modern Art Gallery in Washington, DC. Just one sheet of paper is enough for the artist. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfuJtpjzI/AAAAAAAAANE/GcP5NPWfILA/s1600-h/ATT2047666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfuJtpjzI/AAAAAAAAANE/GcP5NPWfILA/s320/ATT2047666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167141393963519794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfoJtpjyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/prIxlJa0w_Q/s1600-h/ATT2047665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfoJtpjyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/prIxlJa0w_Q/s320/ATT2047665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167141290884304674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfhJtpjxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EPx33yC2U7g/s1600-h/ATT2047664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfhJtpjxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EPx33yC2U7g/s320/ATT2047664.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167141170625220370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfZptpjwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uKizkuGpFzU/s1600-h/ATT2047663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfZptpjwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uKizkuGpFzU/s320/ATT2047663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167141041776201474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfTptpjvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zmcVIrqVOkI/s1600-h/ATT2047661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfTptpjvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zmcVIrqVOkI/s320/ATT2047661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167140938696986354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-501245946117843844?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/501245946117843844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/501245946117843844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-one-sheet-of-paper.html' title='Only One Sheet of Paper'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7VfuJtpjzI/AAAAAAAAANE/GcP5NPWfILA/s72-c/ATT2047666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-7264250726553082914</id><published>2008-02-12T14:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:57.355+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Coen's Last Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7GKu5tpjuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gSy44iWxI8c/s1600-h/photo_01_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7GKu5tpjuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gSy44iWxI8c/s320/photo_01_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166062785941573346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7GKoJtpjtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wbri5iZUar4/s1600-h/photo_03_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7GKoJtpjtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wbri5iZUar4/s320/photo_03_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166062669977456338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been such a long time since watching a really nice movie. This was up to yesterday while watching Coen brothers’ new and so spoken last movie “No country for old men”. When inviting my friend for watching this movie together, he said; No, I don’t like Coens last movies, they are fall off. Even though one night before we had done some nostalgia with “Fargo” of Coens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No country for old men” is in fact the novel of Cormac McCarthy, but adapted, written and directed by both brothers Joel and Ethan Coen. At the movie we can see Tommy Lee Jones casting the sentimental  Sheriff Ed Tom Bell, Josh Brolin as Vietnam veteran Llewelyn Moss and Javier Bardem as unstoppable assassin Anton Chigurh and the short role of Woody Harrelson as smart hired hunter.&lt;br /&gt;Coen’s style is completely different in “No country for old men”, every time they build some expectations inside you and each time they break those expectations, in the way they want and have decided to break them. At the beginning they glorify Llewelyn Moss as clever hero but later on when he gets killed, his body is not even completely shown, soo unimportant issue....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am not intending to tell the movie’s plot but I could only say that this movie flows freely like a river in you, and I am sure when you watch it once, you desire to watch it more...Yeah it is such of those 100 times watched movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see my friend today, during brunch he was talking about “No country for men” and he is still insisting of rewatching it tonight as well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see "No country for old men" awards please click here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.miramaxhighlights.com/details/no-country-for-old-men/awards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-7264250726553082914?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7264250726553082914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7264250726553082914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-had-been-such-long-time-since.html' title='Coen&apos;s Last Masterpiece'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R7GKu5tpjuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gSy44iWxI8c/s72-c/photo_01_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-8394426576533096493</id><published>2008-02-01T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:57.559+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstraction of our hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R6Mss5GXCII/AAAAAAAAAL8/VZTyjyQgfWY/s1600-h/Photo+375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162018747650082946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R6Mss5GXCII/AAAAAAAAAL8/VZTyjyQgfWY/s320/Photo+375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oil, 40 x 60&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me &amp;amp; Eni's effort on this man portrait. As we knew this guy, we tried to be more realistic by representing his depressif mood with his moldy body expressed in green, brown &amp;amp; other colours on him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For further notes, Eni please :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-8394426576533096493?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8394426576533096493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8394426576533096493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/02/abstraction-of-our-hands.html' title='Abstraction of our hands'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R6Mss5GXCII/AAAAAAAAAL8/VZTyjyQgfWY/s72-c/Photo+375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-3919696832079803350</id><published>2008-01-22T21:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:57.876+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Smoking Points</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R5ZJRZ09GpI/AAAAAAAAALE/HrRK3In_g-g/s1600-h/smoking2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158390986539080338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R5ZJRZ09GpI/AAAAAAAAALE/HrRK3In_g-g/s320/smoking2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R5ZJBJ09GoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VUGWhNBhpFo/s1600-h/smoking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158390707366206082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R5ZJBJ09GoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VUGWhNBhpFo/s320/smoking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is a new solution for smokers in public. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The owner of a restaurant named 'Matermeister Turm" found in Saxonia of Germany created these Smoking Point holes. His only reason was not to loose the restorant's smoker clients besides the nonsmokers ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I am not sure if it pays off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo Source: Hurriyet Newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-3919696832079803350?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3919696832079803350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3919696832079803350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/01/smoking-points.html' title='Smoking Points'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R5ZJRZ09GpI/AAAAAAAAALE/HrRK3In_g-g/s72-c/smoking2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-3748198986388034232</id><published>2008-01-18T15:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:35:58.139+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midyat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mardin'/><title type='text'>A glass of her Wine with her Silence.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R5Cv3J09GnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mE1FBX_1bEM/s1600-h/S5003222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156814935404911218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R5Cv3J09GnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mE1FBX_1bEM/s320/S5003222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice photo, you see! Wonderful place! Beautiful old lady!One Albanian &amp;amp; one Orthodox Syrian(Suryani), short but unforgetable coincidence! These all could only happen during my colourful journey to Midyat* (Province of Mardin) in Southern-East of Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;She could tell me her age by showing with her little hand two times 4 fingers, following 5 others, so 85. She could speak Aramice(Suryanis language), Kurdish and Arabic, none of them I could.&lt;br /&gt;I was near her to drink some of her hand made wine, the most special in Midyat, and she knew it. Without talking, just smiling she gave me one glass of wine and we were afoot on her garden, full of silence and sun's last lightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, I asked her a bottle of her wine and a photo(12 years old Arabian boy translated), for the wine ok, but no photo because I'm not beautiful any more with these blind eyes....if we will be together in the photo,.... then ok ....she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Midyat - &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/dosseman/midyat"&gt;http://www.pbase.com/dosseman/midyat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-3748198986388034232?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.pbase.com/dosseman/midyat' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3748198986388034232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3748198986388034232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2008/01/glass-of-her-wine-with-her-silence.html' title='A glass of her Wine with her Silence.....'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R5Cv3J09GnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mE1FBX_1bEM/s72-c/S5003222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-3335048135386055673</id><published>2007-11-06T15:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:00.194+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mbresa'/><title type='text'>Katari, Vend i Panjohur....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzB1632xRoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EC9mre2VXLo/s1600-h/S5002505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzB1632xRoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EC9mre2VXLo/s320/S5002505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129729629861529218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzB1D32xRnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nhS92aow1VE/s1600-h/Photo+455.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzB1D32xRnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nhS92aow1VE/s320/Photo+455.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129728684968724082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzB0w32xRmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5gm9Ecr6HRY/s1600-h/S5002534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzB0w32xRmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5gm9Ecr6HRY/s320/S5002534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129728358551209570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzB0dX2xRlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XRF_fjgZthM/s1600-h/S5002453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzB0dX2xRlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XRF_fjgZthM/s320/S5002453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129728023543760466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBzwn2xRkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rY4qZPG4rvQ/s1600-h/S5002477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBzwn2xRkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rY4qZPG4rvQ/s320/S5002477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129727254744614466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBzgH2xRjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ko8dFhTb_qk/s1600-h/S5002440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBzgH2xRjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ko8dFhTb_qk/s320/S5002440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129726971276772914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBzP32xRiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6a-SJKVwNOw/s1600-h/Photo+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBzP32xRiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6a-SJKVwNOw/s320/Photo+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129726692103898658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBzEH2xRhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/P0hIXe73Yns/s1600-h/Photo+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBzEH2xRhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/P0hIXe73Yns/s320/Photo+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129726490240435730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBy0H2xRgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0XNtGPq2a5I/s1600-h/S5002433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzBy0H2xRgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0XNtGPq2a5I/s320/S5002433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129726215362528770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-&lt;br /&gt;Cd8dBiM/RzByeH2xRfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ERrZbgAbtnI/s1600-h/Photo+485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzByeH2xRfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ERrZbgAbtnI/s320/Photo+485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129725837405406706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzByOn2xReI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZWZYlT3LAC0/s1600-h/Photo+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzByOn2xReI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZWZYlT3LAC0/s320/Photo+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129725571117434338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzByA32xRdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2K0hi1cQ5So/s1600-h/Photo+446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzByA32xRdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2K0hi1cQ5So/s320/Photo+446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129725334894233042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katari, vertet vend i çuditshem. Mund te thuash me plot goje nje karshtisje e ndertesave ngjyre rere dykateshe te Riyad-it me gradaçelat e New York-ut. Nje shtet i formuar pas 1971, pa ushtri, histori, muze e monumente. Keto te fundit mund jene ose monumenti i perles (simboli i Katarit-pasi perlat gjenden me shumice) ose karroce supermarketi (siç dihet, Katari eshte nje nga vendet me te pasura me petrol e gaz, ndaj dhe konsumon çdo gje ne menyre te jashtezakonshme). &lt;br /&gt;Nje adhurim i papare ndaj kultures amerikane, bente qe mezi te gjeje diçka t'i perkiste kultures arabe (Ne foto,Esraresh-vendalinjte me veshjet e tyre tipike, te ndare veç burrat-qe thurin kashte e veç grate qe pikturonin duart me kena.)pasi zakonisht shihje femra te mbuluara me çarçaf te zi, me tualet ne max e me çanta origjinale Gucci e meshkuj me entari te bardheduke ngare Hammer e makinat e fundit me te renda... &lt;br /&gt;Temperatura e larte (gjate dites 60 e siper, ne darke 45-50) krijonte pamundesine e eksistences se kembesoreve. Jashte mund te rrije max 5 minuta sa per nje foto shoot...&lt;br /&gt;Ne kete vend me popullesi 1,500,000 banore, mund te gjeje nga çdo kombesi, kryesisht nga India,Filipine, Malayzia, Siria,Egjipti,Turqia, Spanja,Amerika,Anglia,Franca,Ukraina,Italia,Gana e shume vende te tjera. Do thoni; dhe Shqiperia :), gjate kohes ne Katar nuk munda te rastis me asnje shqiptar. Sa mendova njehere ti bej kerkese Emirit te Katarit, per ti vene emrin tim ndonje rruge a sokaku te Katarit .....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-3335048135386055673?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3335048135386055673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3335048135386055673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/11/katari-vend-i-panjohur.html' title='Katari, Vend i Panjohur....'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RzB1632xRoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EC9mre2VXLo/s72-c/S5002505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-6109154651722487189</id><published>2007-10-31T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:27:21.114+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rikthim'/><title type='text'>Rikthimi, me i lehte nga ç'e kisha menduar....</title><content type='html'>Gjithe keto kohe mes jush kam qene, por tashme fale meme-s se perkthyer nga Akullnaja, iu riktheva blogut tim... JU PERSHENDES MIQTE E MI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nese me keni harruar, mund te lexoni memen time....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngjyra e syve? –  Jeshil me lule te verdha&lt;br /&gt;Makina e preferuar? – S’kam ndonje preference te veçante makinash. Per momentin se perdor por them pas disa kohesh te marr nje Toyota Yaris.&lt;br /&gt;Me të mëngjrën a me të djathtën? – me te dyja. Pas drurit qe kam ngrene nga zysha e klases se 1 pse shkruaja me te majten, çdo gje e bej me te majten veç te shkruaren me te djathten.&lt;br /&gt;Këpucët që veshe sot? – te zeza,maje rrumbullake, take kaushi&lt;br /&gt;Frika? – Te notoj vetem dheshume larg bregut te detit (sidomos atij Mesdhe)&lt;br /&gt;Qëllimi që do donit të arrinit këtë vit? -   Jane lidhur me profesionin kshu qe varja…&lt;br /&gt;Mendimi i parë në mëngjes? – Nese e kam vendosur qe ne darke se çdo vesh, fli deri ne alarmin e 2-te&lt;br /&gt;Koha e gjumit? – 12-01&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi apo Koka? –asnjeren&lt;br /&gt; E dalë në grup apo dyshe? –Ç’eshte kjo moj...dyshe...&lt;br /&gt;Çokollatë apo vanilje? -  Çokollate sterre e zeze&lt;br /&gt;Tymos? – Qe prej 5 muajsh pa llogaritur 5 vjet para intervalit 1.5 viti. &lt;br /&gt;Këndon? – Kur jam vetem&lt;br /&gt;Ke rënë në dashuri?- Dhe po dhe jo&lt;br /&gt;Do të martohesh një ditë? – Gjysem e martuar(si gjysmagjeli)&lt;br /&gt;A shkon mirë me prindërit? –ehe...mka marr malli ta haj dreqi...&lt;br /&gt;I bie ndonjë vegle muzikore? – e vogel i bija violines,po smbaj mend gje&lt;br /&gt;A ke tymosur muajt e fundit? – ta thashe me lart&lt;br /&gt;Candy bar i preferuar? – No...&lt;br /&gt;Ke dalë me ndonjë çun muajt e fundit? – Po, po...&lt;br /&gt;Kur ishe e vogël...? –mblidhja letra çumçakizi, lexoja ‘Terfili me tre flete’, haja karramele ‘Zana’....&lt;br /&gt;Të kanë thënë ndonjëherë “ bishtpërdredhur”?- yyyy plot....e se bej gjoja sikur se kuptoj pse&lt;br /&gt;Ke vjedhë ndonjëherë në dyqan? – jo por kam asistuar ne vjedhje librash, vete jo&lt;br /&gt;C’do bëhesh kur të rritesh? – Farmaciste si mami..&lt;br /&gt;Tatuazhe? – ne kembe, bark e kurriz&lt;br /&gt;Njeriu i famshëm i preferuar? – Solisti i Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;Skuadra e zemrës? – Skam&lt;br /&gt;I dashuri ideal? – Tmos ma treedhi...&lt;br /&gt;Shokët më të mirë? – Plot&lt;br /&gt;Beson në dashurinë me shikimin e parë? – Jo...&lt;br /&gt;Marka e preferuar e veshjeve? – Zara, Mng, Banana Republic&lt;br /&gt;Pushimet e ëndrrave ? – Ska shume rendesi vendi , mjafton te jem me miqte mi&lt;br /&gt;Kafshë shtëpiake? – mace, qen, hardhuca, peshq(nese skam mace)&lt;br /&gt;Këngëtari i preferuar? – Mulatu Astatke&lt;br /&gt;Filmi i preferuar? –  Ka plot por me I “ Giulieta dei Spiriti-Fellini”&lt;br /&gt;E ke shkrepur ndonjëherë pushkën? – Ajo kam shkrepur ka qene çifte gjahu qe une e kujtoja per pushke&lt;br /&gt;Të pëlqejnë këto pyetjet? – Pse ka me te mira?&lt;br /&gt;Të pëlqen vetja? – Ehe sidomos ne proces rikuperimi si tani&lt;br /&gt;Jam e varur prej? – internetit, domates,nikotines&lt;br /&gt;Pija e preferuar? – vere e kuqe&lt;br /&gt;Të ka vajtë mëndja skiç për njeri? – Kto kohe jam rehat&lt;br /&gt;Guxhulitesh? -shume&lt;br /&gt;Akullorja e preferuar? – Me çokollate dhe geshtenje&lt;br /&gt;A beson në Zot? – JO&lt;br /&gt;Përshkruaje veten me 3 fjalë. – I kam ca bezdi kto lloj pitjesh,nejse. Sociale, e rehatshme,terheqese&lt;br /&gt;Dita e preferuar e javës? – e premte&lt;br /&gt;Çfarë revistash lexon? – Ato lloj limonate kur sdua te mendoj gje&lt;br /&gt;E ëmbël apo e thartë? – e tharte&lt;br /&gt;Marka e preferuar e çimçakizit? – Brocklyn-pete&lt;br /&gt;Ngjyra e flokëve? – e zeze&lt;br /&gt;Bishtin apo kokën? (e gjelit???) – asnjeren&lt;br /&gt;Soji? – e bardhe&lt;br /&gt;Gjatësia? – 1,66&lt;br /&gt;Dobësia? – Familja &lt;br /&gt;Pica e preferuar? – I kam pak keq punet me picen se ha.&lt;br /&gt;Fjalia më e shpeshtë në një sms? – sms&lt;br /&gt;Tipari më i mirë fizik? – syte&lt;br /&gt;Të zë makina, treni, avioni? –  Asnjera&lt;br /&gt;Mc’Do apo Bourger King? –  Asnjeren&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea?- Asnjera&lt;br /&gt;Kafe apo kapuçino? – Kafe &lt;br /&gt;A truan ndonjëherë? – Shume rralle por kur i ka ardh kulmi&lt;br /&gt;Do të shkosh në Universitet? – Po ne nje te dyte&lt;br /&gt;Të duket vetja tërheqëse? – ta thashe lart te 3 gjerat rreth meje-po&lt;br /&gt;A ke pirë alkool muajin fundit? – ne max, pasi erdha nga katari i nxorra zine&lt;br /&gt;A ke marrë drogë muajin e fundit? – jojojojo&lt;br /&gt;Filmi vizatimor i preferuar kur ishe kalama? – Arushi Kolargol &lt;br /&gt;A ke hipur në skenë muajin e fundit? – Se kam ndjere ndonjeher te nevojshme, dhe nese me jepet rasti i shmangem&lt;br /&gt;Sporti i preferuar? – Tenisi, noti&lt;br /&gt;Të kanë rrahur ndonjëherë? – Zysha e tmershme e klases se 1 dhe mami me shpulla te buthet&lt;br /&gt;Si do të vdesësh? – duke e kuptuar qe po vdes&lt;br /&gt;Piercing? – yes&lt;br /&gt;Ngjyra e preferuar? – E kuqe+jeshile&lt;br /&gt;Pjata e preferuar? – pak nga midhje, kallamare,karkaleca&lt;br /&gt;Prindërit e tu janë...? – ashtu si i dua une&lt;br /&gt;Ke kalamaj?- as me shkon mendja te kem&lt;br /&gt;Ke kafshë shtëpiake?- mace por qe ka dal nga vetvetja dhe ngjason shum me majmun&lt;br /&gt;Aroma e preferuar? – lule manjole&lt;br /&gt;Njëherë u deha dhe...? – Harrova qe duhet te kthehesha ne shtepi&lt;br /&gt;Muzika e preferuar? – Rock, Acid Jazz&lt;br /&gt;Pa çfarë s’mund të jetosh? –  pa muzike&lt;br /&gt;Stina e preferuar? – Vjeshta sidomos me ngjyrat&lt;br /&gt;Flori apo argjend? –  flori I bardhe&lt;br /&gt;Kush është personi i fundit që ju mori në telefon? – Nje mik nga stambolli&lt;br /&gt;Si i jep makinës?- Skam shume praktike,por ndjehem rehat me ato automatiket&lt;br /&gt;Më mirë e pasur apo e famshme? –  e pasur&lt;br /&gt;Kur je mërzitur shumë....? – nuk pi alkol, veç tymos si e terbuar e rri ne krevat gjithe diten si e semure&lt;br /&gt;Si e ke zilen e celit këto kohë? – AYO-Down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Sa e ke çuar pa gjumë? – 53 ores e ca min&lt;br /&gt;Ç’do bëje me 1 milion dollarë? – do shetis boll e me pas ja fus dhe nje MBA&lt;br /&gt;Ç’ju bën për të qeshur? – Macja ime kur perveloheet per cik maçok&lt;br /&gt;Libri i preferuar? – Semerkant-Malouf&lt;br /&gt;Çasti më i sikletshëm? – Sot, kur pashe fytyren e te dashurit tim tek pershendeste nje femer qe jam e sigurt 100% he’s lived smthing&lt;br /&gt;Gjëja e preferuar që ke? – Verdhushkat e mia (parfumet,kremrat, locionet etj) jo se i perdor shum, me mjafton qe ti shoh me perkedhelje nje her ne dite&lt;br /&gt;Ke lëvizur shtëpi ndonjëherë? – Aq shume sa smbahet mend&lt;br /&gt;Puthje apo përqafime? – Kto kohe famijlare sa te duash. Kur me vjen nder mend ndonje puthje me perqafim ne shtrydhje, me behet mishi puçkurriza puçkurriza &lt;br /&gt;A jeni njeri emotiv? – Jam, sa ndonjeher them po merr veten ne qafe, por gjithnje e me pak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrofsh Eni qe ma kerkove kete meme...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-6109154651722487189?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6109154651722487189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6109154651722487189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/10/rikthimi-me-i-lehte-nga-e-kisha-menduar.html' title='Rikthimi, me i lehte nga ç&apos;e kisha menduar....'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-5421015190337643577</id><published>2007-07-12T21:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:00.566+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>Just amateurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RpZ7BDpXsBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hBgrq5_POx8/s1600-h/S5001399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RpZ7BDpXsBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hBgrq5_POx8/s320/S5001399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086388087250464786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil, 110 X 75 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of our (me &amp; Eni,year 2002) first paint works. It's just an outcome of the faculty exams' boredom.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, poser Spongie insists to be the ornament of the photo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-5421015190337643577?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5421015190337643577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5421015190337643577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-amateurs.html' title='Just amateurs'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RpZ7BDpXsBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hBgrq5_POx8/s72-c/S5001399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-535318738708691514</id><published>2007-07-09T09:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:00.859+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worse'/><title type='text'>Two wheels are better than four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RpHXmHccIEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gOBYyY2OxIY/s1600-h/S5001467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RpHXmHccIEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gOBYyY2OxIY/s320/S5001467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085082504111333442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: The Continously Drying Salt Lake in Anatolian Part of Turkey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-535318738708691514?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/535318738708691514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/535318738708691514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-wheels-are-better-than-four.html' title='Two wheels are better than four'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RpHXmHccIEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gOBYyY2OxIY/s72-c/S5001467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-6310086397552030949</id><published>2007-06-28T11:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:02:33.719+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorandum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amarcord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Voglio una donna - Fellini Souvenir 1.</title><content type='html'>Pjese nga Amarcord- F.Fellini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Au02p8huOuU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Au02p8huOuU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-6310086397552030949?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6310086397552030949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6310086397552030949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/06/federico-fellini-amarcord_28.html' title='Voglio una donna - Fellini Souvenir 1.'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-8543119577766463446</id><published>2007-06-28T11:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:12:31.407+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorandum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Typical woman-mannish quarrels- Fellini Souvenir 2.</title><content type='html'>Pjese nga "La dolce Vita" - F.Fellini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3owTlnQ7Jk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3owTlnQ7Jk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-8543119577766463446?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8543119577766463446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8543119577766463446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-dolce-vita.html' title='Typical woman-mannish quarrels- Fellini Souvenir 2.'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-17642699659139345</id><published>2007-06-28T11:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:09:21.110+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorandum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>A very special collection ;) - Fellini Souvenir 3.</title><content type='html'>Pjese nga filmi City of Women - F. Fellini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01nRCiy93SQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01nRCiy93SQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-17642699659139345?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/17642699659139345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/17642699659139345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/06/very-special-collection.html' title='A very special collection ;) - Fellini Souvenir 3.'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-2773025708966539190</id><published>2007-06-27T23:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:50:06.679+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Largesi'/><title type='text'>The End of Our Innocence</title><content type='html'>Ate nate dhe macja ishte midis nesh e te degjoi kur ti pranove mekatin tend… Ti as u skuqe as u zverdhe ste ndodhi asgje nga ato qe une kisha frike se mos te te ndodhnin. Ndoshta e kisha ekzagjeruar duke e kisha perfytyruar si skenat e semura te pas-tradhtise tek “Shame” e  Bergman-it. &lt;br /&gt;Ti qave, ti u struke e me ne fund u shfryve nga e ajo fshehta jote qe te bente te ndjeheshe “a real man” por dhe nje zagar ne te njejten kohe. Une mbahesha fort pas fytyres se partneres empatike per te mos u kthyer ne egersire femerore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te thashe qe ke fituar statusin e mashkullit ordiner e ty ste pelqeu, u preke shume e vazhdoje te qaje. Por une sqaja dot dhe veten spo e detyroja per kete. Sme pelqenin keto mutual qurravitje faljeje e pendese…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E per çfare dreqin duhet kjo empati, xhanem! Kur tashme une e di qe sdo mund te çmendem dot pafajshmerisht me ty duke pire Havana e kthyer ca shat tekila.  S’do mund te shoh Passolinin e Tarkovskin e  te flas per Dostojevskin. Sdo mund te te shoh me pa menduar asgje. E di dhe ti sdo mund te besh dot me filma se ty ste pelqejne skenaret me dashuriçka e qurravitje, qe ke ne dore per momentin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua te te dhuroj ca lule te thata opiumi por... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Fool Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwTZOd-2jSY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwTZOd-2jSY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-2773025708966539190?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/2773025708966539190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/2773025708966539190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-our-innocence.html' title='The End of Our Innocence'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-7550282596114153116</id><published>2007-06-26T16:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:18:35.166+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzike shqiptare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irini qiriako'/><title type='text'>Rradhen e ka Çerçizi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/20qCVczk6fo' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/20qCVczk6fo'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te rrapi ne Mashkullore&lt;br /&gt;Foli Çercizi me gjoje:&lt;br /&gt;Leri djemt e mij te shkojne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leri djemt e mij te shkojne&lt;br /&gt;Se ju skuq ju bej me boje&lt;br /&gt;Se Cerciz Topulli ore me thone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyri Prilli, doli Marsi&lt;br /&gt;O Girokaster o cu vra Bimbashi&lt;br /&gt;Nga Janina vjen Mazapi&lt;br /&gt;Te vrane more Bimbash te vrane &lt;br /&gt;Cecizi Topulli me Hipolane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-7550282596114153116?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7550282596114153116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7550282596114153116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/06/irini-qirjako-te-rrapi-n-mashkullor.html' title='Rradhen e ka Çerçizi'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-9209886693462718212</id><published>2007-06-23T11:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:01.534+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinema shqiptare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filma klasike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinostudio'/><title type='text'>Nga cili film jane marre keto fragmente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RnzazmCjvrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l-mRMT0KQkY/s1600-h/S5001727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079175059686538930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RnzazmCjvrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l-mRMT0KQkY/s320/S5001727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RnzZl2CjvqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/b5U77JPqzrk/s1600-h/S5001718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079173723951709858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RnzZl2CjvqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/b5U77JPqzrk/s320/S5001718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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Eshte shume e thjeshte ;)&lt;/strong&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/1642503416010472681-9209886693462718212?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/9209886693462718212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/9209886693462718212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/06/cilit-film-shqiptar-i-perkasin-keto.html' title='Nga cili film jane marre keto fragmente?'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RnzazmCjvrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/l-mRMT0KQkY/s72-c/S5001727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-3945990166003939456</id><published>2007-06-19T20:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:01.656+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lajthitje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gjendje pas kthimit nga atdheu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditim'/><title type='text'>Ma heq trurin fare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rngf4WCjvoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SX4nrmVd76E/s1600-h/S5001626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077843632709680770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rngf4WCjvoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SX4nrmVd76E/s320/S5001626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rngc_mCjvnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-9__RC-1wYo/s1600-h/S5001637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RngcJWCjvmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5KIl-YlufkU/s1600-h/S5001637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RngbRWCjvlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Z5ZlpU-rDbA/s1600-h/S5001626.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa here qe kthehem prej teje jam si e dyte, e terbuar fare. Me shkallon fare…&lt;br /&gt;Qe ne momentin qe te prek ty ndjej te me ringjallet ai mikrobi yt qe e kam perbrenda por qe e mbaj ne gjume ne jeten time normale. Ti je pjesa ime anormale mund te them, per kete arsye dhe une vdes per ty. Di vetem qe daljen ne pah te mikrobit tend e pranoj me gjithe kenaqesi dhe kjo gjendje me tjeterson e une nuk shqetesohem fare… Dhe shqisat e mia ambjentohen , behen njesh me te, ca me te ngadalta pothuajse dembele, me te qejfshme, me lozonjare e me te ngrohta.&lt;br /&gt;Shkaterrohem per ate ngrohtesine e diellit tend, qe dhe te pjek dhe te ben te te perzihet ne stomak por perseri une vazhdoj te rri si e uritur nen rrezet e diellit te bregdetit tend. Dua te marr rezerva per sa kohe do te jem larg teje.&lt;br /&gt;Siç te thashe, me dembelizmin qe ti me ke injektuar per pak kohe, nis diten me ate kafen tende qe çdo here me duket sikur po e pi per here te pare. Dhe qe ndryshe nga mengjeset e mia normale une nuk e vras fare se skam prane asnje burim informacioni e qe jam out fare me çka ndodh.&lt;br /&gt;Megjithese me semur me ate zhulin e pluhurin tend, une asnjehere ste ve faj ty. Eshte trupi im i dobet e i paimunizuar ndaj teje, ai qe ka faj. Duhet te ushqehej me luleshtydhet e kajsite e tua te sapokeputura e jo me bashkim lengjesh sakaroze e aroma artificiale te hormonizuara ne fabrika plehu.&lt;br /&gt;Ti me shkallon me ato qejfet e netet e tua, ndaj dhe une per ta zgjatur sa me shume kete kenaqesi rri pothuajse tere kohen e pire kur jam tek ty.&lt;br /&gt;Pale bukuria, feminiteti e fisnikeria e femrave te tua. Besoj asnje mashkull sdo ta nderronte as me … ku ta di une me çfare, sikur te isha mashkull do ta gjeja personazhin femer te krahasimit. Oups po flas per seksin e njejte, jam e dehur akoma …:)&lt;br /&gt;Per meshkujt e tu qe su a ben syri terc per asgje flasim here tjeter me mir :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa e lodhur shume veten, te ta them hapur si je ti;&lt;br /&gt;Je si ai/ajo dashnori/dashnorja qe te rikthen ate emocionin e çmendur te adoleshentit pas nje periudhe te gjate monotone.&lt;br /&gt;Kam frike se ndonje dite do te vdes nga gjemimi e dhimbja e embel qe me shkakton thyerja e poçit te qelqte qe bie nga fillimi der ne fund te boshllekut te kraharorit tim sa here qe shkel ne token tende…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-3945990166003939456?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3945990166003939456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3945990166003939456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/06/ma-heq-trurin-fare.html' title='Ma heq trurin fare...'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rngf4WCjvoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SX4nrmVd76E/s72-c/S5001626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-8482667268645936774</id><published>2007-05-31T11:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:01.830+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiksim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dashuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fjalor'/><title type='text'>Ashk dhe Ashiket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rl6MZa_DF8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3ebNnnut0xU/s1600-h/hayyam5s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070644598834141122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rl6MZa_DF8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3ebNnnut0xU/s320/hayyam5s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Duke lexuar komentet e shkrimit me te preferuar te javes ne Peshkupauje, mbi poezite e dashurise te ashikeve shqiptare si dhe ato te botuarat ne blogun e “pasardhesit” te fundit te ketyre ashikeve, Emigrantit, mu kujtua shpjegimi i mrekullueshem rreth kuptimit te fjaleve ashik dhe ashk, qe beri para disa kohesh nje miku im adhurues i kultures persiane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keto dy fjale jane me origjine nga persishtja. Ashik vjen nga fjala ashk, eshte ai person qe ndjen ashk, pra i “infektuar” nga ashk. Ndersa vete fjala ashk do te thote dashuri, adhurim, fiksim. Per shekuj me rradhe, fjala ashk eshte perdorur per te nenkuptuar terheqjen, ndjenjat midis mashkullit e femres, mashkullit me mashkull ( psh; ne poezite e padishaheve qe u kendonin me ashk luftetareve te ushtrive te tyre) gjithashtu dhe per te shprehur dashurine hyjnore dhe lidhjen shpirterore ndaj zotit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fjala Ashk eshte perdorur per here te pare nga persianet qe banonin ne krahinen e Shirazit te Persise. Ne persisht eshte eshk, dhe si fjale ka prejardhjen nga bashkimi i shkronjave te para te tre fjaleve, Ebadet, Shykyr, Kanaat qe nenkuptojne;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebadet – te adhurosh, te respektosh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shykyr- te shprehesh mirenjohje per gjendjen e lumtur e te miresise qe perjeton&lt;br /&gt;Kanaat- te mjaftohesh me ate qe te perket, te mos kerkosh me shume pra te njohesh kufinjte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gjithashtu ne persisht eshk perdoret dhe ne kuptimin lote, vuajtje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fjala ashk vazhdon te perdoret me kuptim perafersisht te njejte dhe ne ditet e sotme. Nder poetet me te njohur te cilet ne vargjet e tyre kane perdorur mjaft bukur kuptimin origjinal te kesaj fjale, permenden Mevlana dhe Omer Hayyam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-8482667268645936774?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8482667268645936774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/8482667268645936774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/05/duke-lexuar-komentet-e-shkrimit-me-te.html' title='Ashk dhe Ashiket'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rl6MZa_DF8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3ebNnnut0xU/s72-c/hayyam5s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-7801355540455312528</id><published>2007-05-27T15:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:02.225+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuriozitet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mendje praktike'/><title type='text'>Mendje te Ndritura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rll5EK_DF7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/xx-MtFkf9GM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069215968157439922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rll5EK_DF7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/xx-MtFkf9GM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZGJUARSIA PRAKTIKE DHE KURIOZITETI NE&lt;br /&gt;MAKSIMUM I POPULLIT TURK... DUKE PRITUR&lt;br /&gt;E PARE NGA AFER "SE ÇFARE DO TE NDODHTE"&lt;br /&gt;NE MOMENTIN E ASGJESIMIT NGA EKIPI I&lt;br /&gt;POSATSHEM I POLICISE TE NJE PAKETE&lt;br /&gt;(e denoncuar si bombe) TE LENE NE NJE NGA RRUGET&lt;br /&gt;KRYESORE TE ANTALIAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rll4oq_DF6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2p2HF7lTaqg/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069215495711037346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rll4oq_DF6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2p2HF7lTaqg/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUJDES NGA RENIA E GURIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(fotot marre nga gazeta Vatan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-7801355540455312528?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7801355540455312528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7801355540455312528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/05/mendje-te-ndritura.html' title='Mendje te Ndritura!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rll5EK_DF7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/xx-MtFkf9GM/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-7773123311637534799</id><published>2007-05-21T11:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:15:47.854+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si lozet "Botash" te xhaxhi Peshku ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dhe "Zhapiku" ka qejf i shkrete te lozi "botash" midis blogjeve shqipo te xhaxhi Peshku po se di sesi behesh pjesetar! Ka ndonje rregull te veçante, moshe te caktuar :), apo duhet te kesh motren ose vllain me te madh pjesetar loje qe te te shkruhet emri ne liste? Jo se po ngul kembe qe te behet i famshem, po ka qef i shkreti e sdu me ja prish ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-7773123311637534799?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7773123311637534799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7773123311637534799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/05/si-lozet-botash-te-xhaxhi-peshku.html' title='Si lozet &quot;Botash&quot; te xhaxhi Peshku ?'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-1648095130208348004</id><published>2007-05-13T09:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:03.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Neurone Vere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RkbnX1KpVdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YG3bXV4TKSE/s1600-h/S5001233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063989227619440082" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RkbZHlKpVYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vif5EHFCngA/s320/S5001249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RkbX3lKpVXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zgetHnchgEw/s1600-h/S5001237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063972180894242162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RkbX3lKpVXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zgetHnchgEw/s320/S5001237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RkbWoVKpVWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uJ6bdel5Tu0/s1600-h/S5001236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063970819389609314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RkbWoVKpVWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uJ6bdel5Tu0/s320/S5001236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RkaxVVKpVVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LlrTxC6D224/s1600-h/S5001228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063929811041867090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RkaxVVKpVVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LlrTxC6D224/s320/S5001228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kete fundjave ne Universitetin Middle East-it u organuan&lt;br /&gt;Koncertet e veres dhe 70-80-90's parti. Kundermonte pasifizem.Ndjeheshim me rehat se ne koncertet e Roger Waters(ku te çanin tajaren fansat e moshuar te Pink Floid'it, mos me befte jeta si ata) Anathema, Metallica (kur ishim adoleshente) etj.&lt;br /&gt;Secili per qejf te vet, siç duken dhe ne foto.&lt;br /&gt;Nga grupet ishin te kendshmit Brainstorm nga Letonia, Pentagram(metal)nga Stambolli e ca te universitetit.&lt;br /&gt;Ne foton e 2'te duken djajte me brire te kuq qe na vinin rrotull tere kohen. Keto aktivitete jane me te preferuarat per ata :)&lt;br /&gt;Rrofte Muzika, Alkoli dhe Djajte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-1648095130208348004?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/1648095130208348004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/1648095130208348004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/05/neurone-vere.html' title='Neurone Vere'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RkbnX1KpVdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YG3bXV4TKSE/s72-c/S5001233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-2785354497699600639</id><published>2007-05-11T10:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:45:08.712+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervista, femije te llastuar e xhaxhi miku!</title><content type='html'>Sa pakuptim me jane dukur intervistat per pune. Acarues fakti qe pispillosesh, merr rrugen per te vendi i punes qe ke aplikuar, takohesh me nje person qe se njeh fare dhe per nje kohe shume te shkurter do ti prezantosh gjithe ato çke bere deri ne ato vite, principet, vizionin tend per jeten punen etj etj. E me pas ai personi qe ti se njeh e qe gjate kohes qe ti ke folur kushedi ku ka fluturuar, vendos per ty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bota rrotullohet thone, megjithese ma shpif si fjale hakmarrese ... Para disa ditesh pata rastin te intervistoj disa nga aplikuesit (ishin studente viti i fundit Drejtesi) ne zyren tone. Ishte rastesi jo se po vdisja. E çuditshme kur ulesh ne anen tjeter te intervistes... Shfrytezova karrigen :)&lt;br /&gt;Kur mora vesh qe te gjithe aplikuesit vinin nga nje universitet (mbahet nder me te miret ketu) i femijeve te te pasurve , jo se veshtiresova pyetjet po i beja ne anglisht(te rralle jane turqit qe ja thone per anglisht). Megjithese i kisha para syve ashtu me Prada, Dior, Cavalli e perrla ne qafe, dukeshin si te zhveshur... Ju betohem qe u solla shume mire nga sa meritonin. Femije kaq te perkedhelur, medioker e fodulle sdo ti duronte dot asnjeri!&lt;br /&gt;Doja vetem te me dilte perpara nje gjeni, nje jo pordhac nga ata, ndaj isha shume e vemendshme, por e kote.&lt;br /&gt;Nuk ishte perkedhelje egoje, perkundrazi u deshperova se e di qe keta njerez te lehte qe se kane fituar asnjehere jeten me aq veshtiresi sa ne te gjithe, dhe pse sot skane fatin  te pranohen, e di shume mire qe neser ata do te jene neper ministri kryeministri, e me rradhee. Jo se peshojne por kane daja e halla e xhaxhi miku...&lt;br /&gt;Se mos eshte me ndryshe ne Shqiperi thashe, dhe e mbylla kete kapitull...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-2785354497699600639?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/2785354497699600639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/2785354497699600639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/05/intervista-femije-te-llastuar-e-xhaxhi.html' title='Intervista, femije te llastuar e xhaxhi miku!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-5781419381225473857</id><published>2007-05-11T09:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:05:07.852+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ç'po na ndodh keshtu!</title><content type='html'>Ne oret e vona, ashtu siç isha zhytur ne dosjen e stermadhe e me ngjyren karakteristike te gjykatave, as roze as lejla, papritur mbi doren time ndjej dridhjen e celularit. Ftillohem....&lt;br /&gt;S'ish celi por zorret e mia qe ulerinin... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-5781419381225473857?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5781419381225473857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5781419381225473857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/05/po-na-ndodh-keshtu.html' title='Ç&apos;po na ndodh keshtu!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-2216639779203991537</id><published>2007-05-02T21:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:18:20.340+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Krijoni iGoogle-in personal</title><content type='html'>Me shume mundesi duhet te kete dhe te tjere nga ju, qe e kane vene re brand new service e Google-it. Per vete e vura re sot ne mengjes&lt;br /&gt; kur po hyja ne llogarine e Google-it. Sa e pashe hyra ta zhbiroja, ça ka ça ska, s'ishte e keqe jo. Sidomos per permbledhjen e lajmeve ishte klas. Taps-et i shton vete dhe ne baze te saj te renditen lajmet lidhur me te. Po ashtu ka dhe To-Do List, sticky notes, weather :), favorite bookmarks, dhe vendin e new mail te gmail inbox. Ishin dhe ca gjera te tjera qe do i zhbiroj me vone. Nese dhe ju dini e mesoni ndonje gje te veçante ne perdorimin e kesaj personalized homepage, e ndajme bashke si thoni?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-2216639779203991537?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/2216639779203991537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/2216639779203991537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/05/krijoni-igoogle-in-personal.html' title='Krijoni iGoogle-in personal'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-7843229597150724423</id><published>2007-04-30T14:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:03.878+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Erdhi me ne fund!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RjXk9lKpVUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3-LlN0jTEuQ/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059201503020537154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RjXk9lKpVUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3-LlN0jTEuQ/s320/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vertet surprize! U gezova aq shume sa besoj gjithe rruges per ne shtepi do kem folur me vete...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para dy javeve ne Stamboll u zhvillua Film Festivali dhe si regjizor nderi kete vit ishte zgjedhur Pier Paolo Pasolini. Per here te pare filmat dhe gjemat e tij, shkelin kufirin turk. Por si nuk jam me ne Stamboll, u merzita shume qe nuk munda ti gezoja filmat e nje nder regjizorive te mi me te preferuar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ndoshta deshperimi im ka dritheruar eshtrat e te ndjerit Pasolini sepse duke mallkuar Ankarane e shpifur e fjeta mendjen qe sdo ti shihja filmat e tij. Veç ndersa po blija ca libra ne nje librari, kur po beja pagesen, shoh broshuren e Pasolinit ne Ankara. U hutova aq shume sa kur rrembeva broshuren i thashe kasieres; Ua do vika Pasolini ne Ankara! E shkreta a se kish degjuar ndonjehere si emer a se kuptoje ça thashe, u tremb nga une...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vendosa te shkoj te te gjitha seancat pas orarit te punes qe i biente 2 filma ne dite dhe ne ato te fundjaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megjithse filmi i pare Uccellaci Uccellini, per arsye teknike u perserit disa here, fansat e pakte te Pasolinit, nuk dorezoheshin. Asgje smund ti largonte ata nga Loja e Totos dhe mendjemprehtesia marksiste-kristiane (duet i çuditshem) e Pasolinit. Dhe laraska intelektuale, majtiste, qe kish baba Kapitalin e Marksit. Por qe perfundon veç ne barkun e te atit e birit qe vinin nga klasa e ulet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne vijim, Mbreti Oidipus qe fati i ish shkruar se do te vriste te atin e do te bente dashuri me te emen e vertete, qe e kish braktisur te vogel ne mes shkretetires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vjen dita e Mama Roma, qe me mahniti Anna Magnani me te qeshuren e saj plot dhimbje e ze te ngjire, e fjalet e saj ndaj zotit: "Akoma se kuptoj pse une jam e do mbetem nje hiç e ti mbreti i mbreterve..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vjen Teorema, me familjen borxheze qe ndryshon forme....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perrallat 1001 nete- qe kundermonte veç orgji e erotica... Pas çdo skene kish braktisje kinemaje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Raconti di Cantebury, Short movies, Porcile, Medea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ishte dhe kryevepra e fundit e Pasolinit,Salo o le 120 Giornale di Sodoma. E kisha pare po do te doja ta shihja prape se isha kurioze ça reaksioni do krijonte te ata qe e shihnin per here te pare. a do mund ta shihnin dot der ne fund?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasolini me futi dhe njeher ne boten e luftes se klasave, pamundesise per shmangjen e tyre, fatit te njerezve te thjeshte, e ne udhetimin qe ai ben ne filmat e tij nga Marxi der te Jezusi. Qe kisha kohe qe si mendoja qe sa kam nisur te jem letargjike monotone e detyrimisht pjese e sistemit... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retrospektiva e Pasolinit zgjati pa pushim nga e merkura deri dje ne oren 24. Po gjersa po shkruaj akoma per Pasolinin, kjo do te thot qe jam e karikuar mire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-7843229597150724423?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7843229597150724423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/7843229597150724423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/04/erdhi-me-ne-fund.html' title='Erdhi me ne fund!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RjXk9lKpVUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3-LlN0jTEuQ/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-968504659435222847</id><published>2007-04-26T07:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:14:29.741+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesembedhjete ditshi!</title><content type='html'>Ja me ne fund mar guximin te dal perpara keshillit te lagjes, e te jap sqarime lidhur me varavingot e mia keto 15 ditet e fundit, pasi kane krijuar dyshime te nje nga shoket tane.&lt;br /&gt;- Shoke e Shoqe, tere keto 15 dite, qe jane goxha gjysem muaji, 360 ore, nje pesembedhjete ditesh leje vjetore, kam bere shume gjera, por qe skane te bejne me agjitacion e propagande siç jam dyshuar.&lt;br /&gt;Keto te shkreta 15 dite , kam qen ne Stamboll te Eni dhe per pune, nga shkundja e tepert ne St mu fryne bajamet sa nje koder e mu ngrit temperatura sa smund te vija dot as te PC-ja, po veç lengova ne shtrat si Migjeni, ndjese paste.Po kaloi! JA İKU NJE JAVE! Kam vazhduar te ngrihem heret e te dal si e terbuar per ne pune, gjate diteve po ashtu si e marrosur kam ndjeekur hologramin, pune pune vetem pune. Pas saj kam mundur te arratisem disa here per ne Film Festival, te pij ndonje gote vere, te gjuaj ndopak(duhet ta pranojme faktin e neuronit te pranveres), te shellehem e te me dalin ca quka me shume, te eci dhe disa km me shume e te rris floket...&lt;br /&gt;Dhe diçka tjter qe ndoshta shoket e shoqet se dine, dhe Partia si gjithmone duhet vene ne dijeni per çdo gje. Per veç nje pune po merrem dhe me disa te tjera.Pra siç e shihni shoke e shoqe kam qen der ne fyt e zen.&lt;br /&gt;Megjithese dyqanin tim se kam furnizuar me ndonje asortiment te ri qe te terheq klientele, perseri kam qene ketu midis jush. Duke bredhur neper kioskat e komshinjve sa te njera te tjetra. Kam pir naj kafe te shkurter ose veç i kam hedh nje sy banakut, i kam dhen nje pershendetje e kam dal shpejt. Kshu esh kur shperndahesh as me dyqanin tend smerresh dot!&lt;br /&gt;Shoke e Shoqe te Keshillit te Lagjes, ju tashme e dini qe jam nje anetare Partie e sinqerte e nuk fsheh asgje nga Partia. Besomeni, mos me ekzekutoni e ndershkoni!&lt;br /&gt;15 dite sjane pak, kam bredhur magazina e mbledhur materiale te vlefshme per dyqanin tim qe do tja stolis vitrinen se shpejti.&lt;br /&gt;Asgje sdo jete ne kundershtim me principet e Partise! Veç pak PASOLINI ne vazhdim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-968504659435222847?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/968504659435222847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/968504659435222847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/04/pesembedhjete-ditshi.html' title='Pesembedhjete ditshi!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-4207622044697328908</id><published>2007-04-25T21:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:42:09.530+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zanafilla e Brireve...</title><content type='html'>- Ç'do te besh , Adham, Adham!&lt;br /&gt;- Fol, zot, se ketu jam,&lt;br /&gt;Po te mos jeshe, me mire.&lt;br /&gt;Se Eva me vuri brire.&lt;br /&gt;Eva qe me dhe per grua!&lt;br /&gt;Dota vras se nuk e dua,&lt;br /&gt;Nuk' mund ta le te gjalle&lt;br /&gt;Se me turperon me Djalle!&lt;br /&gt;Sot i pashe me sy vete.&lt;br /&gt;Zot i madh e i vertete&lt;br /&gt;La baba Adham te qaje&lt;br /&gt;Dhe Even zuri te shaje:&lt;br /&gt;"Me Djalle ti te bashkohesh!&lt;br /&gt;Nuk t'erdh turp, moj shtrige,&lt;br /&gt;Te behesh grua e lige?&lt;br /&gt;Hodhe dashuri me Djalle!&lt;br /&gt;Qysh e besove, rremalle?&lt;br /&gt;Pse nuk ike kur te poqi?&lt;br /&gt;Nuke te qe mjaft i shoqi?&lt;br /&gt;Ç'te duhej moj e bekuar?&lt;br /&gt;Haje pije pa punuar,&lt;br /&gt;Dhe do te rroje me jete,&lt;br /&gt;Tani, moj e mallekuar,&lt;br /&gt;Dote rrosh duke munduar,&lt;br /&gt;Nga barku yt ç'do te dale,&lt;br /&gt;Qofte vajze, qofte djale&lt;br /&gt;Nate e dite te punojne.&lt;br /&gt;Te vuajne e te renkojne,&lt;br /&gt;Te shkojne ne jete te ndyte&lt;br /&gt;Gjersa ti mbyllin syte&lt;br /&gt;Mos mbete njeri pa brire&lt;br /&gt;Te rrojne si egersire,&lt;br /&gt;Asnjeri me gaz mos mbete".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fragment nga "Baba Musa Lakuriq"- Çajupi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Keto kohe po rilexoj veprat letrare te Çajupit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ndaj mendova te ndaja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me ju keto vargje plot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ironi e sarkazem, meqe me vjershen Kandari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stafeten e kish Eni :), qe me shkathtesine e saj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;siberike e kish publikuar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;te Mamadhia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dhe une si per rasti dreqi ato data kam qen ne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;terbim e siper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;transferimi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-4207622044697328908?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/4207622044697328908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/4207622044697328908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/04/zanafilla-e-brireve.html' title='Zanafilla e Brireve...'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-5711168381554475928</id><published>2007-04-24T11:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:00:30.129+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NO COMMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Poezia e ndaluar e Çajupit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegji ne pleqeri per te shkreten djaleri; "KANDARI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grua sec mu prish kandari&lt;br /&gt;Nuk eshte me ai i pari&lt;br /&gt;Qe s'pertonte dite e nate&lt;br /&gt;Ndizej si barut i thate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lere grua se c'me gjeti&lt;br /&gt;Nuk me bindet me aleti&lt;br /&gt;Ky bandill qe cante rete&lt;br /&gt;Me s'i ngre kryet perpjete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vjet si kale turfullonte&lt;br /&gt;Grate e fshatit kur shikonte&lt;br /&gt;Sa i shihte bythezbuluar&lt;br /&gt;Sulej si qen i terbuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushtonte vete te tera&lt;br /&gt;Zgavra, shpella, guva,verra&lt;br /&gt;Fryhej si nje patellxhan&lt;br /&gt;Kur shkonte nen fustan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa i vinte mend zanatit&lt;br /&gt;E uronin grate e fshatit&lt;br /&gt;Po sot cka qe eshte merzitur&lt;br /&gt;Trup e shpirt i raskapitur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikon cupat siseplota&lt;br /&gt;Me shale te buta e te ngrohta&lt;br /&gt;Nuset e bardha si debora&lt;br /&gt;Qe s'i shpetonin nga dora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grate e reja sisemedhate&lt;br /&gt;Qe i nderronte pernate...&lt;br /&gt;Dhe s`leviz te behet burre&lt;br /&gt;Me mbeti vetem per shurre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah moj grua moj e ngrate&lt;br /&gt;Te mbeti burri kaq thate&lt;br /&gt;Megjithese me s`te ngop dot&lt;br /&gt;Por dikur s`kam qene si sot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isha trim dhe djale i hedhur&lt;br /&gt;Pak usta per te zgjedhur&lt;br /&gt;Buzeqeshja me te tera&lt;br /&gt;Mjaftonte qe t'u hante verra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por me shume doja grate&lt;br /&gt;Vithe gjera sise medhate&lt;br /&gt;Por dhe cupat shume i desha&lt;br /&gt;Nuk i lija virgjeresha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazallah mbetcin me barre&lt;br /&gt;I therrja u beja varre!&lt;br /&gt;Nuset e reja me naze&lt;br /&gt;I haja si qofte taze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ndukja me buze e dhembe&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngrihej fshati ne kembe&lt;br /&gt;Isha bej me mall me toka&lt;br /&gt;Po beja se c'me thosh koka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne Zagori dore e pare&lt;br /&gt;Me sejmere e hyzmeqare&lt;br /&gt;Kisha kuaj lope e dhen&lt;br /&gt;Edhe gra me shume se qen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vete i ujdisja te tera&lt;br /&gt;C'me tha koka e s'e bera?&lt;br /&gt;Ne Evrope s'lashe vend pa pare&lt;br /&gt;Kuplarate i mora mbare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shijova bionde gjermane&lt;br /&gt;Meskeputurat persiane&lt;br /&gt;Rreth e qark iu solla botes&lt;br /&gt;Por ne France lashe mend e kokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kush te doje le ta provoje&lt;br /&gt;Te ma marre mikun ne goje&lt;br /&gt;Ne Stamboll mos shkofsha kurre&lt;br /&gt;Bashkohet burri me burre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thone se eshte ves i shemtuar&lt;br /&gt;Mos vdeksha pa e provuar&lt;br /&gt;Por tani kjo pune epati&lt;br /&gt;U plaka, me ra takati.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-5711168381554475928?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5711168381554475928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5711168381554475928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-comment.html' title='NO COMMENT'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-1694131907127640326</id><published>2007-04-09T21:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:04.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSTALGJI....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RhqO2wcB6eI/AAAAAAAAADw/aoUukWOq6uw/s1600-h/S5001180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051507003415980514" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                 Çdo kush prej jush i mban mend dhe i kujton me ndjenjen me te kendshme ato te dielat kur shkonim ose ne Cirk, Teatrin e Kukullave ose nga Kopeshti Zologjik te liqeni. Dhe une kete fundjave u ngrita me ate ndjenje nostalgjie e pasi kisha bere nje jogging prej 6km, thash ta çoja der ne fund te djelen time so natural &amp;amp; healthy. Keshtu vendosa qe pjese e ekspedites time ne Ankara per kte te djele, te ish kopeshti Zologjik. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mora rrugen e kur hyra ne zoo, mirese ardhjen ma uruan dy krokodila babacane, qe levizen veç syrin per 2 ore, me pas me rradhe tgjitha kafshet qe une skam nder mend ti numeroj ktu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bukur thash me vete, por u pendova shpejt kur pashe majmunet e stresuar e ujqrit e masakruar nga vapa si dhe fytyrat e trishtuara te kafsheve te tjera. Kur ishihja ashtu te burgosur pas hekurave me ikte dhe deshira per foto, dhe u mundova te kapja ata me te liret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Femijet qe ishin ne çdo cep ishin me te lumturit aty, kish nga ata qe per te shit mend gjoja dinin emrat e kafsheve, i thoshin me ze te larte kecit, struc. Eprap lumturoheshin me shum kur shihnin qe po argetonin te tjeret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ashtu e penduar per deshiren time te marre per pak nostalgji mora rrugen per ne shtepi, e trafiku i te djeles me magjine e tij me beri te harroja pendimin, e se ku kisha qen e te nisja te behesha so natural me nervat e tij... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-1694131907127640326?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/1694131907127640326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/1694131907127640326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/04/nostalgji.html' title='NOSTALGJI....'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RhqO2wcB6eI/AAAAAAAAADw/aoUukWOq6uw/s72-c/S5001180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-841177212984836908</id><published>2007-04-04T13:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:46:04.257+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perpjekjet e mia per pak Rusisht:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qe e vogel, ne kohet e arta kur lozja koman, topa gropa e mbushja gjith librat e fjaloret e shtepise me letra çumçakizi, kam patur fiksimin qe te mesoja gjuhen ruse. Kjo semundje me shtohej dhe me shume kur shihja tim ate, i cili pas tre provimesh mbrojteje me ne fund e mori dhjeten dhe lexonte per qejfin e vet Gorkiyin dhe Tolstoy ne rusisht.&lt;br /&gt;Mua me kish mesuar ca fjale e numra, qe isha i shkruaja çdo dite ne fletoren time 2lekshe. Por bema ime smbaronte me kaq, pasi i çaja koken atyre te shtepise me fjalet e reja qe mesoja, nisja turneun e mburrjes neper kalamajt e lagjes e benim gare me njeri tjetrin sa fjale ruse di ti e sa di une. Po kjo perfundonte ose me trillime fjalesh qe beheshin ruse ne moment ose me zenka qe une di dhe anglisht e frengjisht e ti sdi...&lt;br /&gt;Dhe zanafilla e e fiksimit tim ngeli vetem te zenkat e lagjes. Erdh demokracia e na solli anglishten ne shkolle e keshtu dhe une e harrova paruskin tim.&lt;br /&gt;Por kot nuk thon njeriu sa vjen e plaket aq me shum ngjason me femijen. Dhe me mua kjo gje po ndodh. Perseri para disa kohesh i premtova vetes qe do nis rusishten e do behem nje poliglote e vertete. E nisa me ne fund si autodidakte(ndryshe nuk msoj dot gje), por kish diçka qe sshkonte. Lexoja diçka ne rusisht e ne moment e harroja. çeshte kjo bela !çdo germe çdo fjale me dukej njesoj. Truri im nuk nxinte me, skish ngel asnje cep bosh ne harddiskun tim, ndaj per çdo fjale ruse jepte sinjalin"harddisc area has been expired". E provova disa her por jo......&lt;br /&gt;Ah dhe tani qe erdha ne Ankara, thash do kem me kohe e tru, ndaj ti futem prape. perseri pa sukses! Me ne fund vendosa te nis zbrazjen e trurit, pastaj te merrem me rusishten.&lt;br /&gt;Jam akoma ne fazen e zbrazjes ndaj kam nevoje dhe per keshillat tuaja ne kete praktike! Pls Heeellllllpp!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Habitem dhe me veten, se deshiren per ta msuar kete gjuhe e kam, po smbaroka me kaq kjo pune me duket!Po e ndjej qe jam trashur paksa kto kohe....&lt;br /&gt;Gjithsesi, duke shpresuar se do harroj shum gjera te panevojshme, une do i hyj perseri me themel kesaj gjuhe. Kuptohet nuk do jem aq e afte sa te lexoj Dostojevski e Gogol'ra si im ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-841177212984836908?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/841177212984836908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/841177212984836908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/04/perpjekjet-e-mia-per-pak-rusisht.html' title='Perpjekjet e mia per pak Rusisht:)'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-9213097053676276501</id><published>2007-04-01T16:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:04.869+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A e bete shakane e 1 Prillit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rg-v8j7bu4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/VjsDVcPzAI8/s1600-h/S5000853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048447162277149570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rg-v8j7bu4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/VjsDVcPzAI8/s320/S5000853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disa nga shakate me te mira te 1 Prillit ne histori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Revista amerikane Sport Illustrated ne 1985, shkruajti lajmin se ne skuadren e New York Mets do te transferohej lojtari fantazme me emer Sidd Finch i cili e gjuante topin e bejzbollit me shpejtesi 270 km ne ore. Gjithashtu ne artikull theksohej se lojtari kete veti e kish fituar nga stervitjet e shumta ne nje manastir ne Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne 1976, shkencetari anglez Patrick Moore, deklaroi se ne 1Prill 09.47 Plutoni duke kaluar pas Jupiterit do te shkoakonte diçka te jashtezakonshme. Radhitja e planetevenjeri pas tjetrit , do te krijonte zvogelim ne forcen e gravitetit te Tokes dhe pikerishte ne kete moment çdo gje do te niste te qendronte ne ajer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne 1957 BBC, dha lajmin se per arsye te dimrit shume te ngrohte dhe te zhdukjes se insekteve qe sulmonin spagettit, fshataret zviceriane do te thyenin rekorde te papara ne kultivimin e pemeve te spagettit. Fill pas ketij lajmi vershuan mijera telefonata nga Anglezet, te cilet pyesnin se si mund te mbillnin e kultivonin pemen e spagettit neper shtepite e tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne 1962 ne kanalin e vetem televiziv bardhe zi te Suedise, ne 1 Prill nje teknicient del para televizorit me çorap femrash ne koke dhe u jep lajmin shikuesve se mund te shihnin televizion me ngjyra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne 1996 linja e fast foodit amerikan Taco Bell, shperndau lajmin se kish blere kembanen e lirise e cila ish simboli i historise se pavaresise se Amerikes dhe se tashme kjo do te quhej Kembana e Tacos. Ky lajm krijoi mjaft sensacion ne popull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne 1977 gazeta angleze The Guardian, shtypi suplimentin prej 7 faqes per festimin e 10vjetorit te pavaresise se republikes se ishullit fantazme San Seriffe ne oqeanin Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ne 1992 radio NPR e njohur me idete majtiste, deklaron se Richard Nixon kish vene kandidaturen per president me sloganin “ Nuk kam bere dhe nuk do te bej me asgje te keqe”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne 1998 linja e fast foodit Burger King, me reklamen nje faqe te gazetes USA Today, deklaronte se ne vend te hamburgerit te famshem ‘Whopper’, per 32 milione sallaksat amerikane do te nxirrte ‘Whopper per sallaksa’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ne 1995 revista Discover, deklaroi se nje biolog me emrin Aprile Pazzo, ka zbuluar nje lloj te ri kafshe ne Antarktike, me kafke te sheshte, e cila shkrin me nje shpejtesi te jashzakonshme akujt ne menyre qe te kape pinguinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marre nga Muzeu i shakave online museumofhoaxes.com. Sipas adminit te kesaj faqe, kete vit nuk ka patur shaka qe te hyje ne listen e “shakave me te mira”. Si besohet qerratait ndoshta dhe ai po ben shakane e 1 Prillit :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-9213097053676276501?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/9213097053676276501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/9213097053676276501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-bete-shakane-e-1-prillit.html' title='A e bete shakane e 1 Prillit?'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rg-v8j7bu4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/VjsDVcPzAI8/s72-c/S5000853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-5510134990526240125</id><published>2007-03-29T17:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:05.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me ne fund e hapa dhe une thesin tim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RgvRuT7bu3I/AAAAAAAAACo/PSzp7GWGKvw/s1600-h/S5001071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047358400952515442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RgvRuT7bu3I/AAAAAAAAACo/PSzp7GWGKvw/s320/S5001071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qe kur jam transferuar ne Ankara, Eni me ka lene detyren e çantes. Te gjithe te tjeret kane kohe qe e kane vene ne vend urdhrin e Enit, veç meje. Ndoshta disa prej jush mund ta kene harruar kete gje por Eni dhe une jo. Shfaqesimet e voneses se kesaj detyre te rendesishme mund te jene te ndryshme, por une dua te them te verteten se jam vajze e mire. E pranoj qe kam neglizuar me kete amanet(qe u kthye me vone) te Enit. Por nuk e di nese do me kuptoje njeri, ndryshimi i ajrit e çdo gje tjter kane ndikuar mjaft tek une. Ndoshta mund te jete periudha e te mesuarit me ambjentin e qytetin e ri, por une e kam koken rremuje akoma e sme behet asgje e veçante per momentin. Kjo eshte dhe arsyeja qe sme behet as foto apo ndonje zhgarravine mbi tuval. Lidhur me kete mosdeshire per gje kam nevoje per ndonje fjale e eksperience te njejte tuajen.&lt;br /&gt;Nejse, po hyj ne temen e thesin.Thesi im eshte kjo e kuqja. Jam e knaqur me te se me mataron mire, ka shume xhepa, dhe e perdor ne shume raste. Sot nga thesi dolen keto gjera;&lt;br /&gt;1- Lapsa e stilolapsa e papers me shumice e ngjyra te ndryshme&lt;br /&gt;2-Kuleta e kartave&lt;br /&gt;3-Notebook(me sherben per çdo lloj shenimi qe marr)&lt;br /&gt;4- Samsung-et e mi (kamera &amp; celi)&lt;br /&gt;5-Karta e metros&lt;br /&gt;6-Corrector( se ndaj asnjeher, me shpeton jeten ne raste emergjente,eshte antiburokrati im, ne gjykate apo institucion tjter, ktu pranohen korigjimet i hedh dhe nje firme poshte, e hec babe, ky korektor ka ber shum sekuestrime)&lt;br /&gt;7-Gazeta e dites&lt;br /&gt;8-Librat(kam dhe 40faqe nga 'Krimi dhe denimi,Dostojevski, per çlodhje kam te pandashmin I Grandi Classici Disney, me skica)&lt;br /&gt;9-Kartvizitat&lt;br /&gt;10- Blloku i telefonave( e mbaj per nostalgji, se ka shum nr e emra qe kam harruar ti shtoj)&lt;br /&gt;11- Syzet( e saldatorit)&lt;br /&gt;12-Buzerozi&lt;br /&gt;13- Lastly, My poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuptohet Spongy dhe pse esh ne foto ,nuk eshte pjese e thesit tim por skisha çbeja. Vdes per çik çakerriqe, sa i pa u turr per te loz e me e hedh me naj rrreze.Embylla ne dhome, te fotografoja e qete, po skish zot ta mbante! Apo seshte dhe ne muajin mars te vetin, ka nisur te flase macja e te marr shtepine mbare duke u ferkuar.&lt;br /&gt;Eno, si duket e bera detyren ee! S'ishte aq e tmerrshme sa e mendoja :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RgvQ5T7bu2I/AAAAAAAAACg/wTiKiYqrqQw/s1600-h/S5001069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047357490419448674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RgvQ5T7bu2I/AAAAAAAAACg/wTiKiYqrqQw/s320/S5001069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-5510134990526240125?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5510134990526240125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5510134990526240125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-ne-fund-e-hapa-dhe-une-thesin-tim.html' title='Me ne fund e hapa dhe une thesin tim!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RgvRuT7bu3I/AAAAAAAAACo/PSzp7GWGKvw/s72-c/S5001071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-4748482434373076806</id><published>2007-03-26T12:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:05.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom's Tale Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RgeLo8ZJD7I/AAAAAAAAACI/wiUlMNU8G0Y/s1600-h/long-way-home-single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046155443014537138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RgeLo8ZJD7I/AAAAAAAAACI/wiUlMNU8G0Y/s320/long-way-home-single.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening "Little Drop of Poison", no one could resist the 1920's music style of Tom Waits. In his songs he does everything except singing. He screams deliriously, whoops, rasps, sounds like ghosts, and as we see in his last album he tells tales without any musical instrument as well. The belowed one is as mentioned, called "Missing my son" from Orphans. This song is just a manic tale, no instrument, just Tom's voice telling the story, by torturing the listener for its end. While listenin Tom, I wanted to share this tale's text with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my son&lt;br /&gt;I was in a line at the supermarket the other day, and uhm... y'know, I had all my things on the little conveyor belt there. And uh... there's a gal in front of me that is uh.. well, she's staring at me and I'm getting a little nervous and uh, she continues to stare at me. And I uh, I keep looking the other way. And then, finally she comes over closer to me and she says: "I apologise for staring, that must have been annoying. I, I... You look so much like my son, who died. I just can't take my eyes off you." And she precedes to go into her purse and she pulls out a photograph of her son who'd died. And uh, he looks absolutely nothing like me. In fact he's... Chinese. Uh... anyway, we chatted a little bit. And uh, she says: "I'm sorry, I have to ask you. Would you mind, as I leave the supermarket here, would you mind saying "Goodbye mom" to me? I, I know it's a strange request but I haven't heard my son saying "Goodbye mom" to me, and "So long" and it would mean so much to me to hear it. And uh, if you don't mind I... " And I said: "Well, you know, okay, yeah, sure. Eh.. uh... I can say that." And, and so, she uh gets her groceries all checked out. And uh, as she's going out the door she waves at me and she hollers across the store: "Goodbye son!" And I look up and I wave and I say: "Goodbye mom!" And then she goes, and uh... So I get my few things there, on the conveyor belt and the checker checks out my things. And uh, and he gives me the total and he says: "That'll be four hundred and seventy nine dollars." Uh... and I said: "Well, how is that possible! I've only got a little tuna fish, and uh some skimmed milk, and uh mustard and a loaf of bread..." He goes: "Well, well you're also paying for the groceries for your mother. She uh, told me you'd take care of the bill for her." And I said: "Well, wait a minute! That's not my mother!" And he says: "Well I distinctly heard her say as she left the store "Bye son!" and you said "Bye mom!" and so what are you trying to say here, uh..." I said: "Well, JESUS!" And I looked out into the parking lot and she was just getting into her car. And I ran out there. And she was just closing the door, and she had a little bit of her leg sticking out of the door and she was pulling away and I grabbed her leg and I started PULLING it! Just the way... I'm pulling yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-4748482434373076806?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/4748482434373076806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/4748482434373076806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/03/toms-tale-song.html' title='Tom&apos;s Tale Song'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RgeLo8ZJD7I/AAAAAAAAACI/wiUlMNU8G0Y/s72-c/long-way-home-single.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-6114065472924020955</id><published>2007-03-15T13:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:05.515+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kur Vrimat Marrin Kuptim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RfkvlvDnuUI/AAAAAAAAACA/oXsYEvb0sZ8/s1600-h/imfl-ankorwat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042113583151298882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RfkvlvDnuUI/AAAAAAAAACA/oXsYEvb0sZ8/s320/imfl-ankorwat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dhe me ne fund djaloshi bukurosh japonez nuk duron dot me. Zemra e shpirti i tij jane duke plasur nga sekreti rrengjethes. Kane kaluar vite pas asaj historie, e ai veç ka rendur per ta fshire nga kujtesa. Ka provuar çdo gje qe mendonte se mund ta ndihmonte per harrese. Eshte larguar prej femres fqinje qe adhuronte si ai romanet skica, provoi te merrte ngrohtesine e te gjitha femrave me perla e kimono ngjitur pas trupit. Nisi hobin e tij fotografine duke shetitur boten, semundja e tij sa kish nisur te sherohej, por aq u desh veç nje rastisje kur ai te degjonte ne amfiteatrin e vjeter ate ze fin e melankolik te njohur, dhe çdo gje nis nga fillimi. Gjithe mundi i viteve shkuar bosh. Ndjehet i lodhur, i vuajtur, per te jeta s’ekziston me. Ne mendje i vjen nje legjende japoneze… Veshtron nje nga nje muret e pergjysmuara te amfiteatrit. Dukej sikur kerkonte diçka… Me ne fund i pashprese i drejtohet murit si Raskolnilovi i Dostojevskit pasi vrau fajdexhien e urryer. Mbi te ish nje vrime e vogel. I brengosur e pafuqi, ngjit gojen e tij mbi te, e si ti pershperiste diçka ne vesh njeriu, ai me ne fund le sekretin e tij shpirtmarres.Vuajtja e mjerimi e kishin bere qe te kerkonte tempullin e tij, vrimen ku ai te gjente prehje e ngushellim.Asnjeri smund ti jape kuptim kesaj shpirtrendesie me shume se Wong Kar Wai tek filmi In the mood for Love, i njohur me skenat e trishtuara plot tym cigaresh.&lt;br /&gt;Ja dhe nje tjeter djalosh kesaj here si dihet origjina. Turist prej disa ditesh ne Stambollin kaotik. Entuziast gazmor e kenaqet me çdo gje te re, eshte me pushime. Por ndodh diçka qe mund te ndodhe ne çdo moment te jetes e njeriu smund te mbrohet prej saj me asnje lloj arme.&lt;br /&gt;Veren se ne çdo çast kish nevoje per tingullin e zerit, per veshtrimin e sigurisht per pranine e saj qe ta verente e te zhbironte misticitetin qe ajo mbarte. E gjithe kjo ndodhte pa vetedijen e tij…Ish nje ndjenje e embel e hidhur…por qe ja bente me te bukur e terheqes Stambollin. Ajo tashme ish orbita e tij, qe se lejonte as ti afrohej me shume por dhe as ti largohej. Nuk e duronte dot deshperimin kur ajo i largohej.Ai smund te vinte me gjume ne sy. Ajo e kish refuzuar. Por ndryshe nga japonezi ai ish kembengules ne deshiren e tij. Ku i dihet ndoshta besonte ne Zot e mrekullite i tij. Trishtimin ai e shprehte veç me shikimin e tij, por ajo perseri shmangej. E ai fundosej me shume ne pusin e dhimbjes, por nuk i zemerohej dot asaj. I hutuar siç ish, ne daljen e Shen Sofise ai degjon e shikon turbullt ciceronin qe tregon Vrimen e Deshirave. Pa i vene veshin as legjendes se saj ai ecen drejt vrimes i vendosur ne deshiren e tij. Veshtron gjate femren e vuajtjes se tij, duke perseritur me vete deshiren, afrohet e kryen ritualin mbi tempullin e tij… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-6114065472924020955?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6114065472924020955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6114065472924020955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/03/kur-vrimat-marrin-kuptim.html' title='Kur Vrimat Marrin Kuptim...'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RfkvlvDnuUI/AAAAAAAAACA/oXsYEvb0sZ8/s72-c/imfl-ankorwat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-1905328423402409444</id><published>2007-02-22T16:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:56:36.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Ankara</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my last days in Istanbul. I am moving to Ankara this weekend. As I have to do those disgusting transfer procedures, I will be too much busy, I think. For this reason I can not update my blog or leave any comment to yours.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it! Soonly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-1905328423402409444?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/1905328423402409444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/1905328423402409444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/02/moving-to-ankara.html' title='Moving to Ankara'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-6374566517673360262</id><published>2007-02-18T20:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:05.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanblues smells film festival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rdim4qo7BlI/AAAAAAAAABs/oD-QTn8IfHQ/s1600-h/film_container.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032956076035343954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rdim4qo7BlI/AAAAAAAAABs/oD-QTn8IfHQ/s320/film_container.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syte e tu po treten. Jane te gjakosur. Prej gropezave te tyre po rrjedh gjak. Ke pare shume. Ke prekur shume. Dhe te kane prekur shume. Eshte nje mrekulli qe ti je akoma gjalle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(fragment nga filmi 'Container' i regjizorit te cuditshem suedez Lucas Moodysson, gjithashtu dhe foto 1 i perket te njejtit film)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja dhe sezoni qe e presim pa durim çdo vit me ne fund erdhi. Po çe do kesaj here qe vjen ai une iki nga Stambolli... Megjithate do ti perdor te gjitha shanset e fundit te pakten per te thithur paksa ajrin e ndonje filmi avangard ne 6th (IF) International Independent Film Festival, i cili ska shume qe ka nisur. Ndoshta do kem mundesi dhe per Ditet e Filmave Japoneze 22-25 shkurt, ndersa Festivalin kryesor te filmave qe organizohet ne Mars, u pa puna do ta qaj me lot!&lt;br /&gt;Megjithate per mua me i preferuari gjithnje ka qene IF-i. Dhe programi i ketij viti skish te share , sipas listes qe bera te vete, fillimisht jane ca special ones; Container/Lucas Moodysson(1&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;st photo&lt;/span&gt;), Big Bang Love/Miike Takashi, The exterminating angels/ Jean-Claude Brisseau&lt;br /&gt;Ndersaa si embelsire e festivalit ishte filmi 'Districted' i perbere nga filmat me metrazh te shkurter te pese regjizoreve gjeni; We fuck alone/Gaspar Noe, Balkan erotic epic/Maria Ambramovic, Hoist/Mathew Barney, Sync/Marco Brambilla, Impaled/ Larry Clark.&lt;br /&gt;Lista e filmave skish te sosur, por kuptohet keta qe permenda ishin veç ca nga ata te listes time. I duam fort qeratate po çe do sna perfillin fare.  Kot e kane emri festival se te rrjepin xhepat nese nuk ben liste e ndjehesh i uritur per te shkuar te te gjithe filmat. Ndaj dhe endra ime me e bukur keto dite dhe besoj e te gjithe filmangrenesve, eshte veç nje makine printimi perfekte...&lt;br /&gt;Po ske çi ben sa te perfundosh ne ndonje biruce me mire, kur te shkosh te blesh biletat, do e shtrengosh rripin e pantallonave e fundeve fort e do mundohesh te reduktosh listen, duke thene me vete; he se ketij filmi ja gjej DVD-in me vone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rdimxqo7BkI/AAAAAAAAABk/BRFuiTF-o9E/s1600-h/S5000907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032955955776259650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rdimxqo7BkI/AAAAAAAAABk/BRFuiTF-o9E/s320/S5000907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-6374566517673360262?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6374566517673360262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6374566517673360262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Istanblues smells film festival!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/Rdim4qo7BlI/AAAAAAAAABs/oD-QTn8IfHQ/s72-c/film_container.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-3576522161925432884</id><published>2007-02-15T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:05.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Eye of Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RdRDRao7BiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MdPzVmSLX04/s1600-h/sonyas03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031720650167485986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RdRDRao7BiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MdPzVmSLX04/s320/sonyas03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the newest view of a dead star displayed by Nasa's scientiests. This dead star just in the middle of  the dust and gas mixture, known as its Helix nebula seems as a giant eye of the infinite space. The radiation of its centre heats the materials around and creates this colourful view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo source: milliyet newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-3576522161925432884?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3576522161925432884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/3576522161925432884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/02/giant-eye-of-space.html' title='Giant Eye of Space'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RdRDRao7BiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MdPzVmSLX04/s72-c/sonyas03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-6266651614215833799</id><published>2007-02-14T14:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:06.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pashyrje, e ska me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RdL9UKo7BhI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pne-WsWVvm0/s1600-h/P9040851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031362256621471250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RdL9UKo7BhI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pne-WsWVvm0/s320/P9040851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pershendetje te gjitheve!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Une jam Majla (kjo ne foto bashke me macen shemtaraqe). Po le kete shenim timin personal pas hyrjes me poezine hyjnore te Migjenit. Megjithese paratheniet me poezi me duken ca te merzitshme, skisha çte beja. Kjo poezi me karakterin e saj zuri vend vete ne blogun tim. Me poezine e Migjenit s'luftohet, sidomos kur ke si arme ato rreshtat e rendomte per hyrjen e ketij blogu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ne kete blog do te gjeni pershkrime, fragmente e pjese te ndyshme me tematike te pakufizuar. Ose me shprehjen e Enit (Albtranslator) do mundohem ta kem si qoshen time te qejfit. Do te jete sa me healthy, pa kafe, alkol, cigare e burrnot(nargile). Per te prishur rutinen do te kete dhe perjashtime, nuk shtyhet ndyshe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeni te mirepritur me komentet tuaja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-6266651614215833799?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6266651614215833799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/6266651614215833799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/02/pershendetje-te-gjitheve-une-jam-majla.html' title='Pashyrje, e ska me!'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RdL9UKo7BhI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pne-WsWVvm0/s72-c/P9040851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642503416010472681.post-5331846892492813846</id><published>2007-02-14T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:36:06.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HYRJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RdLjDqo7BgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5AG7Ih2zY38/s1600-h/PIC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031333385851307522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RdLjDqo7BgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5AG7Ih2zY38/s320/PIC_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parathania e Parathanieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdite perndojne zotat&lt;br /&gt;dhe rreshqasin trajtat e tyne&lt;br /&gt;mbi vjet dhe shekuj&lt;br /&gt;dhe tash s'po dihet ma kush asht zot e kush njeri.&lt;br /&gt;Nder tru te njerzimit zoti galuç ka ndejun.&lt;br /&gt;Vetvetes me gisht tamthat i ka biruemun&lt;br /&gt;ne shej te pendimit&lt;br /&gt;dhe bertet ne kulm te hidhnimit:&lt;br /&gt;ç'ka, ç'ka krijove?&lt;br /&gt;- Njeriu nuk e di:&lt;br /&gt;a asht zoti pjella e tij,&lt;br /&gt;apo ai vete pjella e zotit.&lt;br /&gt;Por e shef se asht kot i kotit&lt;br /&gt;me mendue mbi nje idhull&lt;br /&gt;qe nuk pergjegj.&lt;br /&gt;Dhe tash s'po dihet ma kush asht zot e kush njeri.&lt;br /&gt;Ka ardhe nje kohe,&lt;br /&gt;ne te cilen njerezit po kuptohen fare mire&lt;br /&gt;per me ndertue Kullen e Babilonit,&lt;br /&gt;dhe ne maje Kulles, ne maje te majes se fronit&lt;br /&gt;ka me hype njeriu&lt;br /&gt;dhe ka me thirre:&lt;br /&gt;Perendi! Ku je?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, Migjeni, 1911-1938&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642503416010472681-5331846892492813846?l=zhapiku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5331846892492813846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1642503416010472681/posts/default/5331846892492813846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zhapiku.blogspot.com/2007/02/hyrje.html' title='HYRJE'/><author><name>Majla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/R-NrCy1aZfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFQ6oJXrlPE/S220/kordele%2Be%2Bzeze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JS8-Cd8dBiM/RdLjDqo7BgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5AG7Ih2zY38/s72-c/PIC_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
