tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79501471598265414362024-03-14T02:47:01.355+07:00There Are No Secrets To Be ToldbEleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-12243954917512237962012-12-17T20:37:00.000+07:002012-12-17T20:37:44.145+07:00I wish It Is a Comma, Not a FullstopDear summer sunshine,<br />
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Everything happened as you walked away. I feel a hole in my chest, I'm lost. Let me tell you how it feels. It is like a nightmare comes out, but not in your sleep. You'll try to sleep, wake up, try to remember why you feel lost, and you'll end up crying. Again. But everything is under control now. I want to thank you for being so memorable each day. I love how jumpy you are or how you rained me with your jokes everyday. Sorry, if I complain too much or how easily I get mad for stupid reason, sorry for being not mature enough. I feel good, well, not as good as when you were around, but I still have reasons to smile and go crazy. My friends are awesome, and my host family? don't even ask, they are the best. I love how they make me laugh with those stupid jokes or silly random talk, they lift me up, even though in the end, I will fall down again.</div>
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Dear summer sunshine,</div>
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They said spring already went away and summer is around the corner. The fact is, it rains almost everyday here and as you know I always enjoy the rain, it reminds me of how I enjoyed my time with you, thank God those memories don't kill me. It also reminds me of our last meeting before I went away. I swear to God that day was really sweet. The rain, the lightning thunders, stories, taxi, my house, the night light, the street roads, photos, the late night call. I can recall that day perfectly in my head. Do you remember our list? too bad we can't fulfill any of it, or do you remember how you pushed yourself to stay awake just to talk to me? And our promises, when I get back home? You were so real, I couldn't help myself to make sure whether I was dreaming or not.</div>
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Dear summer sunshine,</div>
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I've become more introvert now. I enjoy myself when I am alone. It's a perfect time to let my own thoughts fly away. Guess what, I think almost about everything. I know flashback is such a painful thing to do, but I love recalling old memories. Yeah, most of them are ours. At least I know, I ever felt so alive once. I've known how it really feels to be so in love, head over heels.</div>
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Dear summer sunshine,</div>
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I've learnt a lot. I've never felt this brave to take another step, to accept things and still be thankful. I know that forgetting won't work at all, it's forgiving actually. Sometimes I think you went too early, I still have pages to be written and colored by you, I wish it is a comma not a fullstop, but I believe, there's still so much time and exciting things to do waiting for you and me somewhere we haven't know. I love you, just like you've always heard and you've never believed.</div>
Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-77541019485578676052011-05-28T00:29:00.004+07:002011-05-28T00:55:37.128+07:00Memiliki, Kehilangan.If<i> </i>you feel <i>why</i> is not enough to answer all things that running in your life right now, sit down, take a breath, feel the moment. Than you will realize that everything happened for a reason. A reason that bring us to something new. Nobody promise it will be better, nor worse. But breath, feel the pain, feel the rush in your blood and brain. Go cry if you want to, go scream if you need to, but promise to breath.<div><br /></div><div>If you feel that your loved one treat you bad, go out with your friends, put smile on your face, take a breath, be grateful. Learn how to dance in the rain, go crazy if you want to, but don't forget to smile and be grateful for every single thing that you have, for every single thing that you see, for every single thing that happened. Because nothing in life is permanent, so be grateful as long as you still have it, as long as it is still yours. Be grateful, cause you never know what you have until it is gone. Be grateful cause you still love or be loved. Be grateful for every moment that passed away, be thankful for everything that you had today. Be grateful though everything didn't go well, though maybe you had a bad day or you feel lonely and I promise, everything will be a lot better. Yea, it will be a whole lot better.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-46807510582273290422011-03-05T03:20:00.005+07:002011-03-05T19:05:01.257+07:00Isn't it?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqSgWd8FPig/TXIlvU3kJNI/AAAAAAAAAas/AmgJF2sVNs0/s1600/tumblr_lhduqtxpix1qatbimo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqSgWd8FPig/TXIlvU3kJNI/AAAAAAAAAas/AmgJF2sVNs0/s400/tumblr_lhduqtxpix1qatbimo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580564383251309778" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.weheartit.com">www.weheartit.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I would like to believe that love is enough. It is enough to keep lovers together. Through distance, through time difference, through every single hard time, and through everything.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But maybe the fact is, love is not enough to keep people together. Maybe it is too </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">cliché. Maybe it is too fragile. Maybe it is too complicated. Maybe it is not as simple as it seems. Maybe we need more than love. Despite all the patience and trust that we give, maybe, maybe as a human, we need more than that. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:medium;">I personally, would like to still believe that love is enough, not overrated nor underrated. It is enough. As long as love is what we choose, as long as we keep working to be in it, as long as we keep being................ being in love. So yes, I would like to believe that love is enough. Yes. Love is enough. Right?</span></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-29740453465401355342011-01-14T00:52:00.004+07:002011-01-14T01:07:01.439+07:00At this point<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TS8-l6b2lAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TUGNECgvamU/s1600/3706690102_e2cfefb974_z_large.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TS8-l6b2lAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TUGNECgvamU/s400/3706690102_e2cfefb974_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561732885888013314" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The moment that you enter the gate, everything has change. People change whether you notice it or not. Whether you like it or not. Distance separate you, and there is nothing you can do. You know something has change, but you don't want to admit it. You try your best, but it seems nothing works to fix that out. You don't know what to do, which way to choose, what to take, which option should you choose. everything is blur. At this point you know.... you know, nothing?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">photo from <a href="http://weheartit.com">www.weheartit.com</a></span></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-67196075034705540852010-12-24T05:10:00.004+07:002010-12-24T05:38:06.433+07:00Ich kann nicht aufhören zu lächeln<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TRPNRvbnbhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LqC79MDIls4/s1600/tumblr_ld53o85FQl1qefmoso1_400_large.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TRPNRvbnbhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LqC79MDIls4/s400/tumblr_ld53o85FQl1qefmoso1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554008470151720466" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Ich habe diese einfachen Satz von meinem Freund in dieser Nacht. Ich war plötzlich in schweigen, wenn habe ich den Satz gelesen. Und dann lächelte ich. Du warst so süß. Und erkümmert dich wirklich um mich. D<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">u bist wirklich</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">ein Sonnenschein</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">in</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">mein</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Tag</span></span><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">mein Schatz</span>. Du bist <span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">immer</span> <span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">Erfolg</span><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">, einen Weg</span><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">, wie man</span> <span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">mich zum Lächeln</span> <span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">in</span> <span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">einen süßen</span> <span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">Weg zu finden. </span></span></span>Ich hoffe du wirklich meinst, was du gesagt hast. Machst du einen guten Schlaf, teng. Du weißt, Ich liebe dich, nicht wahr?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">" du bist</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> bereits</span></span></i></span><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">, dass ich</span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span></span></i><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">die</span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span></span></i><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">meisten</span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span></span></i><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">erwarten</span></span></i></span><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">,</span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span></span></i><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">bul</span></span></i></span><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">. "</span></span></i></span></span></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-27309032904081068972010-10-27T18:15:00.002+07:002010-10-27T18:18:02.734+07:00I Wish<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TMgKS16umsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/AIRvu7a-a88/s1600/tumblr_l2yis3mAYd1qzi80do1_500_large.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TMgKS16umsI/AAAAAAAAAZk/AIRvu7a-a88/s400/tumblr_l2yis3mAYd1qzi80do1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532683461051980482" /></a></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-39579358427558042622010-10-26T01:15:00.005+07:002010-10-26T01:40:42.832+07:00Bring Back The Memories<span style="font-family: courier new;">Photos are so important when distance seperate you with people who you love. Trust me you need thousand photos of them. Why? Because photos not only captured your figure, it also captured the moment, the memory inside. It captured what happened at that time and when you take a short look at it again after long time, suddenly, whoooosssshhh, all the things that happened inside that photo running inside your head. Tickle the sensitive part of your tiny little heart, and you'll end up with swollen eyes and bloody red nose (read: cyring)</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TMXOkiutysI/AAAAAAAAAZU/An75kpoG2Js/s1600/tumblr_laiyz0OpPS1qdcv0po1_400_large.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TMXOkiutysI/AAAAAAAAAZU/An75kpoG2Js/s400/tumblr_laiyz0OpPS1qdcv0po1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532054844487879362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family: courier new;">Pictures will tell us everything, like, what did you wear at that time, what did you guys laughed or talked about, even sometimes, you just wonder how is that person doing right now. Pictures bring back memories with all the person that you love. And for me now, I find that I miss them really bad but I cannot do something about it. Sucks? Positively. But good things about photos are you can still remember how that person looked like and somehow you believe that they're doing great in their own places right now.</span>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-35567319248748307832010-09-29T17:05:00.004+07:002010-09-29T17:24:26.325+07:00Magical<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TKMTtzWtfsI/AAAAAAAAAZM/I70LR9oPKiM/s1600/tumblr_l612c3hjyu1qc6k8bo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TKMTtzWtfsI/AAAAAAAAAZM/I70LR9oPKiM/s400/tumblr_l612c3hjyu1qc6k8bo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522279245686865602" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The feeling of missing someone is somehow really magical for me. What I mean by missing here is not that you don't talk again with them anymore or somehow you just lost contact with that person. Missing here means, you miss that person, physically. You miss being hug by that person, you miss walking on the street with that person, you miss the way that person hold your hand, and you miss the jokes that the person throw to you, you miss that person physically. You can't do anything but pray that somehow the time goes faster and you will meet that person again really soon. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">And you know what's magical in that kind of feeling? Somehow you believe that person feel the same way too, just like exactly what you feel. It's magical, when you believe you will meet again one day and all of this missing feeling that tortured you will finally be paid off.</span></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-39399032975611510342010-09-02T13:21:00.003+07:002010-09-02T13:41:27.537+07:00Grüetzi!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TH9G0ZTq72I/AAAAAAAAAZE/n09juHJYY8o/s1600/46924_1603223724822_1362977705_2706583_2760876_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TH9G0ZTq72I/AAAAAAAAAZE/n09juHJYY8o/s400/46924_1603223724822_1362977705_2706583_2760876_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512202334885310306" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This is my very first post in Switzerland. Yeah, I finally arrive in this country. I don't have any words to describe how beautiful Switzerland is. I live now with a really fun and good family, The Rechsteiner. They are really really good and help me a lot here. They teach me Deutsch. I have 3 siblings. 2 younger brothers, and 1 younger sisters. They are really nice and also help me during my days here. Well, I don't have stories to tell yet, so thats all I can say. I hope I will have a great year here :)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Tchüss, bis bald!</span></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-41221251271222632672010-08-19T06:48:00.003+07:002010-08-19T07:29:00.820+07:00I Never Thought It Will Be This Hard<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TGx6IjLWTlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gRgDKU5lcwk/s1600/goodb.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TGx6IjLWTlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gRgDKU5lcwk/s400/goodb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506910731667656274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Maybe this post will be my last post in Indonesia until July 2011. Yes, I am leaving tonight to Switzerland. I know, it's only for 11 months. But still, it's quite long time. I will missed many events with my family or my friends.<br /><br />At first I thought, I will feel okay, the happy feeling got all over me when I receive the letter from AFS, I am dreaming about living abroad and what will I see, what will I feel, and what will I experience there. Too many things that make me happy. But now, when the time gets closer, I feel nervous, sad. I doubt things. I doubt myself. Can I blend in the family?</span><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >Can I have friends? I questioned my own capability. I am scared. I am scared of losing my friends, losing my best friends, scared of losing </span><sp style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">you.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Leaving my family and friends is one of the hardest part of this. I am afraid I cannot be there when they need me. I am afraid not to see my father mother brother and sister and <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> for this 11 months. I am afraid not to be with them. And friends, they are like my mood booster. If I can't talk to them like I used to, who else gonna me my mood booster?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I am sad. I am scared. It's really hard to leave them in here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But, I know. They are going to be alright. They are going to be fine here. I really wish they won't forget me. I really hope I can meet them next year.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">So I guess, I'll see you soon.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Thank you for everything guys.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">For the present, for the sweet words and also for the memories.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">You know how much I love you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It's not a goodbye, but see you again :)</span><br /></sp>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-48217994918972804732010-07-28T18:43:00.001+07:002010-07-28T19:34:48.801+07:00From Ketua Geng<span style="font-style: italic;"> One thing you will always carry on your head, memories of seven of us.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">One thing you will always have in your heart, our presences in every laugh and tears.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">One thing you will always own, picture of us gossiping. Cakes. Sushi. Beach. Senen. Busway. Matraman. Dress up. Saturday night. Crushes.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Feel it.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You'll cry.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But we're here, a cyber moment away.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Go online if you miss us.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Take care lovelies,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Your ketua geng, Fiya.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">xoxo.</span>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-12045076439328586182010-07-24T21:17:00.003+07:002010-07-24T22:00:17.924+07:00Tick Tock<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >Dear time,</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" id="result_box" class="medium_text" ><span style="" title="">Can you slow down a bit?<br /></span><span title="">Can you not run out too fast?<br /><br /></span><span title="">I think I did not have enough time to spend together.<br /></span><span title="">I want more time to spend.<br />Please dear time, slow down a bit for me.<br /><br /></span><span title=""><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TEr_QnLkvxI/AAAAAAAAAYs/JeHPwJq9P-k/s1600/time2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TEr_QnLkvxI/AAAAAAAAAYs/JeHPwJq9P-k/s400/time2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497486956019629842" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-53260900117468205382010-06-27T19:11:00.004+07:002010-06-27T19:33:57.624+07:00Good Thing Come For Those Who Waits<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Holiday is about to start, not too excited though.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />By the way I feel so grateful about all the things that happened in my life recently.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />Report card was extremely fine and I feel really happy about it.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />The butterfly feeling is always wonderful and make my adrenalin rushed.<br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">Every little thing can make me smile now</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Life is being great</span>.<br />Thank you, Lord</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TCdCPeSQD6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/XmVFnyCBGZs/s1600/nyh.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TCdCPeSQD6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/XmVFnyCBGZs/s400/nyh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487427504569323426" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-86643443063822884512010-06-25T09:56:00.005+07:002010-06-25T13:53:28.009+07:00I am Learning<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TCQm8IaWsgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/YMU4US8ldAc/s1600/blah.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/TCQm8IaWsgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/YMU4US8ldAc/s400/blah.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486553060536136194" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I am learning not to be angry at such unimportant things</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I am learning not to complain about people who act like a bitch</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I am learning to control my emotion</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I am learning not to show my anger</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I am learning not to cursed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I am learning</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Fiya said, I've grown up now</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Thank you, Fiya, my dear.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-43161980095153177022010-02-07T09:06:00.003+07:002010-02-07T09:13:49.593+07:00Even My Own Glasses Can't Help This<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/S24haQLlQwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DadMQtwgmTE/s1600-h/blur1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_im-Dw0J5E9c/S24haQLlQwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DadMQtwgmTE/s400/blur1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435318535186629378" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Everything is blurry. Nothing more, nothing less. You don't have any single idea what I'm feeling.</span><br /></div>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-14984462491457348992009-09-09T21:05:00.001+07:002009-09-09T21:11:35.383+07:00I'm letting you go, dear<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mike O' Donnell: Scarlet, before you go through this, I want to remind you of September 7th, 1988. It was the first time that I saw you. You were reading Less Than Zero, and you were wearing a Guns 'n' Roses t-shirt. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I'd never seen anything so perfect</span>. I remember thinking that I had to have you or I'd die... then you whispered that you loved me at the homecoming dance, and I felt so peaceful... and safe... <span style="font-style: italic;">because I knew that no matter what happened, from that day on, nothing can ever be that bad... because I had you</span>. And then I, uh... I grew up and I lost my way. And I blamed you for my failures. And I know that you think you have to do this today... but I don't want you to. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But I guess... if I love you, I should let you move on.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">[pretending to read a letter to Scarlet in divorce court]</span>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-76171639152233961172009-09-06T20:05:00.005+07:002009-09-06T20:38:36.576+07:00Faith, Pain, Everything That Keeps You Alive.<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Meredith Grey</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">: "You know how </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">that fantasy of what your life would be</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">they were so close you could taste them</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">,<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Most people turn to the things and people they can trust</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">. But the thing is </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> cause </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >"</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Meredith Grey</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">: "At the end of the day </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >faith is a funny thing</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It turns up when you don't really expect it.<span style="font-size:130%;"> Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> See once in a while, once in a blue moon, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">people will surprise you</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> , and once in a while </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >people may even take your breath away</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >."</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Meredith Grey</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">: "</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" >Maybe we like the pain</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">. Maybe </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">we're wired that way</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? <span style="font-size:130%;">Because it feels so good when I stop."</span></span>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-75246564394786521622009-09-04T21:40:00.003+07:002009-09-06T20:03:14.349+07:00Pick me, choose me, love me<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Dr. Meredith Grey : </span>"Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, <span style="font-style: italic;">her or me</span>, and <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I'm sure she is really great</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">But Derek, I love you</span>, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheese cake, hold a radio over my head outside the window, <span style="font-weight: bold;">unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">So, Pick me, choose me, love me.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>"</span>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-75594514931689391792009-03-11T15:12:00.000+07:002009-03-11T15:17:26.203+07:00Truly trueWhile i was blogwalking, i found some cool quiz. and here's my result.<br /><br /><p><b>Your view on yourself:</b></p> <span id="Label1">You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.</span> <p><b>The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:</b></p> <span id="Label2">You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.</span> <p><b>Your readiness to commit to a relationship:</b></p> <span id="Label3">You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.</span> <p><b>The seriousness of your love:</b></p> <span id="Label4">Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.</span> <p><b>Your views on education</b></p> <span id="Label5">Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.</span> <p><b>The right job for you:</b></p> <span id="Label6">You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.</span> <p><b>How do you view success:</b></p> <span id="Label7">You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.</span> <p><b>What are you most afraid of:</b></p> <span id="Label8">You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.</span> <p><b>Who is your true self:</b></p> <span id="Label9">You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.<br /><br />And the result is true, for me! You should take the quiz, here's the <a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx">link.</a><br />Enjoy it guys.<br /></span>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950147159826541436.post-24429101763649326732009-01-28T19:39:00.000+07:002009-01-28T19:44:37.733+07:00First thing first<span style="font-family: georgia;">so here i am, sitting in front of my lovely laptop, and starting a new post. okay, basicly i'm not really into this writting thing.But, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">I'd try to keep up</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> :p so here i am, hopefully i can write as often as i can. and don't forget to give a comment to my post.hehehe.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">amigos,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">E</span>Eleny Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12286227558457372461noreply@blogger.com0