tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73695927681079728172024-03-13T03:02:42.837+02:00Magic is everywhere...*Welcome to a world where every little piece of our everyday life turns into magic...Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-62057277416045656482014-12-07T17:27:00.003+02:002014-12-07T17:27:28.745+02:00Every letter of December speaks to me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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T.S. Eliot wrote that "April is the cruelest month" and I have to disagree.Personally I believe that November is the worse month of all,just because it passes without leaving anything behind.It is the month when winter has already begun and Christmas still seem far.It is a month of bareness and lack of inspiration for myself.Of course you don;t have to agree with me on that,I'm just saying why I actually didn't write or post anything a month now.Well anyway November is over and December has for one more time embraced me and filled me with happiness and excitement.If you think about it every letter of the word "December" can relate to a word which seems pretty close to the "meaning" of this month and in this post it is my version of them.<br />
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So,starting with D,the first thing that pops in my mind is decorations of course.Not just in the house but around every single corner there are lights and ornaments.From shop windows to streets,there is a light following you everywhere you go.Big and small trees,colourful balls,little angels,bright stars,simple and more modern decorations.Everywhere you look you can see something different and get inspired to create your own festive decoration.It actually hurts being away from home these days.<br />
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E is a complex letter...I associate it with entertainment for start bu of course entertainment isn't only associated with December.Anyway,it is a month and a season that has many relevant movies,songs,theatre productions,parties and family traditions.Every year my parents and I watch "Home alone",Christmas can't actually exist without that movie,it is a sort of tradition for us actually.In addition to that there is a CD with Christmas songs from classic to new ones that my mother and I play on repeat almost everyday.Even I have made my own Christmas play list (which I listen to all year long) and sing aloud songs like "Rudolph","It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas","Santa Baby" etc.<br />
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Moving along to C,there are plenty of words actually.Well the obvious is Christmas but there is also the chimney,the chestnuts,the cookies and sooooooo much more.There is nothing better than sitting near the fireplace while watching a movie and eating roasted chestnuts.Even now I can close my eyes and feel the warmth and the sweet smell.Combine these with a hot chocolate and there you have the perfect night(staying inside can always work for everyone in Christmas).<br />
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The second E is dedicated to the Eves.There is the Christmas Eve which is for me associated with my grandparents as we spent it together every year in their house and then there is New Year's Eve which means lots of food and sweets and then going out celebrating with friends.Just thinking about it makes me all excited(but it might also be the fact that I've already found the dress I will be wearing in New Year's Eve).It is as if in those days everything is perfect,there is a feeling of happiness roaming everywhere around you.<br />
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If Magic is everywhere then you can understand that it is in its best on December Mornings.There is a sparkle about them.I will never forget the feeling of fulfilment when you wake up early and you have to go to school/work and see the Christmas tree all lighten-up.It is the greatest "Good morning" existing as it makes you actually believe that it will be good because you will carry a sparkle with you all day long.<br />
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B is for baking of course.We should all admit it that deep inside it is not the season about presents but thee one about food.The creative self takes on and recipes start popping out of everywhere.From sweet to salty and sour it is the time everyone is trying to create something.Sometimes it might not work but it's ok,when you bake especially even if you fail the house will smell like freshly baked cookies/cake or whatever and there is not a single air freshener that can beat that smell.<br />
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Last E of the word and last month of the year so it is all about endings.If you think about it most people can't wait for December to come and go so as for a new year to start.Goals,expectations and wishes for the new year are made.Well I've already written my theory of all these "New Year Wishes" and I stick to it.The new year won't bring anything new unless you decide to change something yourselves."New Year Wishes" is like starting diet on Mondays.Every day is a new day but the ending of the year may be actually a good day to try and change.Just remember that every ending is a new beginning.<br />
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And here comes R,holding your relationships on its shoulders.Relationships are important everyone knows that.No one can live on his own(remember "Lost" 's "We live together or we die alone").So it is important to keep you relatives first of all close and this time of the year actually offers you the opportunity to do that.Family is important,it might sound cliche but it is.Friends are also essential so no matter what try and meet with them as soon as possible.Just one last thing,relationships are indeed difficult to maintain so if there is a person that gets you down you can always keep your distance.Your happiness is more important than anyone else's.<br />
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No matter what never leave your bed in the morning without a broad smile,don't let the cold get inside you,try going out as often as possible (a little light magic is always needed when feeling down) and keep believing the best is yet to come.<br />
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Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-89917251700800347712014-10-24T18:10:00.003+03:002014-10-24T18:10:58.619+03:00Turn this frown all the way around<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Each person has a little cloud above his head which follows him no matter what.Sometimes,when you are happy the cloud is invisible or is just a fluffly white one but it can and will transform concerning your mood,so when upset or depressed,drops will start falling and it is you that will choose what is the flavor of these drops...it could be simply water,or even hot chocolate.<br />
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Concerning rainy days,people are divided in two categories.The ones who are grumpy all day long and complain about the rain and the others who actually enjoy it.Of course even if you are a rain lover there are times you'd prefer it if it didn't rain.At least that's how I feel.I do hate the rain when I have to wait for an hour and a half on the bus stop because there is traffic or when I get wet from my head to my feet but most of the time when it rains I adore watching the little drops falling down the window,listening to the soothing sound,smelling the freshness and when I'm outside and it starts drizzling I love feeling the small sky-drops touching my face,I have to admit that when I do feel exited I'm totally close to start dancing in the middle of the street.<br />
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So,today it's raining obviously and here is my "Rainy day survival kit".First of all it works best when you can stay home all day.Don't you just love that?I mean there are days when all I want to do is sit on my bed,underneath the blankets,just watching the rain outside the window while sipping a hot cup of coffee/tea/hot chocolate.That's the living in the winter actually.I love those days and I enjoy them even more when I know that I have to do something and instead of that I decide to give myself a break and enjoy sometime alone.<br />
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If there is a series/movie you always say you want to watch but haven't done it yet,today is the day.Movies or series you've already watched can also be a great rainy day's company.And if you don't want to spend your entire day in front of your computer screen then just put on a play list with songs matching the day or turn on the radio and let music do its work.This can also be a great time to start or finish a book.Reading books is a cliche thing to do on a rainy day but it will never stop being a fun,productive and inspirational thing to do.I also strongly advise you to make your own "Quote notebook".It is about time you collect all those quotes that mean a lot of things to or inspire you and write them down in that notebook.By doing this,you will be able to feel so much better whenever being sad.Plus,if you are a good writer and haven't had time to write anything for a little while this might be your chance.<br />
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In case you have the ingredients needed,rainy days are the best cooking days.Who doesn't love the smell of fresh-baked cookies that have just come out of the oven??Just by thinking about it I can almost smell the chocolate chips melting and taste them.You can either drink them with hot chocolate or just eat them practically as soon as they are out of the oven.In addition it is an opportunity to learn how to cook you favourite meal.Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could prepare your favourite meal anytime you like without having to order it or having someone cook it for you.This can be a start in order to create your own recipe book.<br />
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Rainy days can be lonely for some.If you find yourself feeling like you need to talk to someone then you have all the time in the world to catch up with your old friends that you haven't talked in a while.Not only will you feel better but also you will make another person happier.In addition,family calls can be made,tell your parents/grandparents you've missed them.Some simple words that will make their hearts bloom.<br />
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Romantic rainy days equals time for a bubble bath.Fill your bath tub with shampoo and spend some time in there with the company of soft music and books.If you don;t have a bath tub,you can have a long hit shower until you fill better with yourself and carefree.In order to enhance the romantic element you can reduce the use of light by lighting scented candles all over your room.<br />
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If you love rain so much that you feel that not even the biggest storm can keep you inside then get out there and play like a kid.No worries about getting dirty,having wet hair or shoes full of mud,you soul will feel clearer than an empty piece of paper.You can even make your own paper boats,look for puddles outside your house and let them float.In that way you will feel like this little boat can carry a small part of yourself wherever it may go.And of course if you feel crazy enough,get out in the balcony and start dancing without caring,let the neighbours think whatever they they want.<br />
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A few days ago I was scanning through my old posts and I found one called <a href="http://www.nadje-magiciseverywhere.blogspot.gr/2012/01/undergraduating-expectations.html" target="_blank">"Undergraduating Expectations"</a> which is basically an entry I wrote 2,almost 3 years ago making plans about my future as a university student.It's not about big plans it's about small details that I found inspirational at that time and actually were motivational conserning studying.Anyway,I had completely forgoten about these plans after all this time and to my surprise I have actually done almost everything that is written without remembering it and so I wanted to share it with you just to show that when you want something and believe that even the smallest detail can make you life a little bit brighter then it stays with you and you actually do it just because it feels right for you.<br />
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Sooo,first of all the post was about dying my hair dark red which happened last Febuary and is still going on.It's not actually dark red but my hair is dark anyway so I'm thinking about sticking to it and<br />
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The lip piercing,I had forgotten generally.I mean I think I'm over it now,I've already got my nose pierced so I might be done with piercings BUT truth is that when I saw the post it crossed through my mind again that it might look good.<br />
Travelling..hmmm.No,I haven't been to London again for the time being.I will go at some point but also Dublin has become one of my top destinations.<br />
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And now we move on to the house thing which IS decorated in oredr to remind England.My living room is actually the most representative room for taht project of mine.And people coming to my house usually comment about that "addiction" of mine.<br />
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I also mentioned a photo-collage in this post which I had completely forgoten and guess what.Last year when I moved in I had this completely blanc wall and the idea hit me.I started printing photos of my family and friends and also pinning tickets from travels I made last year,movies I went to and generally pieces of memories.When I saw the collage idea I was planning it was obvious that my inspirations haven't changed a <br />
bit.Now my wall is almost full but Im going to go ahead and keep pinning everything that reminds me of small and grant life experiences.<br />
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Last but not least I wrote about people that I wanted to meet,different people,new ones so that new friendships will be built.It may seem easy but it is never that simple.Luckily I believed I've found some great new ones.<br />
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I do advise you to make a small list of little things you want to do in the next year,or in the next five years in order to see if you could actually do a few of them you once dreamt of.Dreams are big and small and life is consisted of both of them.You have to remember though that in order to get to the big picture you have to start seeing the little parts and realize that there lies untold beauty.<br />
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In life we do a lot of things.Some we wish we had never done.Some we wish we could replay a million times in our heads.But no matter how good or bad they all make us who we are,and in the end they shape every detail about us,the person we are and our character.If we were to reverse any of them we wouldn't be the person we are.Small details can change the whole pisture and that's why there is a reason for what we do.So just live,make mistakes,have wonderful memories,meet new people,make plans and dreams but never ever second guess who you are,where you have been,what you've done and most importantly where it is you are going.Each one of us is his/her own self that has his own details,his own scars,his own paths that have or will form the future.<br />
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Long time no see,I know...well last time I was leaving my house in Heraklion in order to move to Athens and to study English.Right now I'm in the second year of my studies (third semester actually) and I have to say that I had forgotten my blog for a little (long?) while,but I desided to come back with more posts,thoughts and inspiration...<br />
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It is actually the second year I'm living on my own and things have sort of changed.First of all,I strongly believe that everyone should move out from their parent's house and try living on their one for a very important reason: learning how to be independent.It is a hard thing to do obviously but before starting that part of your life where you have to work and start thinking about creating a future with your own family,there are these 4-5 years when you can actually be filled with experiences,joy,friendship and laughter.<br />
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Leaving your home for the first time can be hard (not for everyone of course) and no matter what,you are going to miss your family and friends at some point.On the other hand you'll have the time to decorate a beautiful house of your own,do things you couldn't do before (because even if your parents weren't strict there still are little things we all want to do whenever and with whoever we want) and really learn about life and yourself.It is funny actually but I will never forget the first time I did the laundry and the colours weren't messed up,I started jumping around the washing machine feeling filled with happiness because I had managed to do everything right.The same thing actually happened the first time I cleaned the house and everything was in its place,cleaned and flowery smelling.<br />
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Of course besides the good times there will be times of loneliness.Times when you return to your new house and you find it empty and it is pretty hard at first or when you're not feeling so great but you don't want to say anything to anyone and all you need is a little helping hand and a few words of comfort from a beloved one.Things get a little lonely but that doesn't mean that whenever you are alone you have to feel like that.Being alone can also be lovely.I mean,quality time with yourself,it may seem weird but doing things on your own,things that make you feel happy is completely refreshing and it makes you feel more capable and mature.You will understand what I mean when you return back to your family for just a few days and you are going to miss having your own personal space.But truth is that when you return to your family house it will be hard to leave again and get used to being alone for one more time.<br />
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People you love and love you will always find ways to be by your side no matter where you are.Creating a new life in a different house is like a boat leaving for the first time from the port,it will be hard but the experiences gathered will make the journey worth it.<br />
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Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-48114307557592723862013-09-06T20:00:00.002+03:002013-09-06T20:00:17.267+03:00Goodbyes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So,after almost a year here I am,eighteen years old and on the edge of starting living my new life as a "university student" in the department of English.That means that in less than a month I will be living on my own in my new house (which is sooooooo cute by the way) in Athens.Well,a lot of brand new experiences seem to be waiting for me just around the corner and I'm so excited about that.<br />
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But now let's get in the point of this new "article".As I said I'm gonna move out of my parents' house and actually this was the last year that I'm actually staying with them.As you can imagine,the time to say goodbye is coming closer and I have mixed feelings about it.After a year of lack of inspiration,thiw situation gave me some material and so I decided to write about goodbyes we all have said or are going to say through our lives.<br />
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The less painfull goodbye I can think of right now is a <i>break up</i>.I know it sounds strange because we've all been into situations when we broke up with someone and felt like our whole world was crushed and destroyed for good.But I've got news,break ups can and will always be healed.It is just a chapter in your life that causes pain and crying and all these stuff that make us feel awfull but at somepoint it all ends,not magically (unfortunately).It takes time to get over someone,especially if that someone was your first love or somebody who stayed in your life for long or someone you were planning your future with.You must try to get over someone if he/she chooses to stay out of your life.Just turn up the volume of your favorite music,drink a lot of beers,eat plenty of chocolate,go out with your friends every night and you'll see that it is fun living by yourself.<br />
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There are T-shirts and images that say "<i>everything has an end"</i> in the words boyfri<i>-end</i> and fri<i>-end</i>.So,another painfull goodbye is when <i>friendships fall apart</i>.Sad as it may is,it happens and it losing a friend is definitely worse than losing a lover.Truth is that through life we have to lose some friends,especially the old ones with who we usually have left behind.I know I've lost some,not because of an argument or something,just because from one point you meet new people,some stay and some must go because you don't have time for everyone.I believe that this is something natural so it can't be count as an "official goodbye" since you still think of those old friends somethimes and when you see them by chance you talk with them and feel great for seeing them again.The worst way to lose a friend is to fall out with him/her and it is something that happens a lot lately.It hasn't happened to me yet but I often hear the last few year that friendships,even among best friends get ruined because of a lie and I can't stop thinking,isn't it painfull to watch someone who you thought was your best friend betraying you and leaving?That's awful and needs a lot of time for someone to get over it.I really wish none of you have or ever will live a situation like that,even if the worst thing has happened between you and one of your friends,before deciding to delete him/her off your life think again all these times he/she has supported you.<br />
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Last and worst goodbye is related to <i>death.</i>Mostly because it is never goodbye,I mean you never know when is the last time you see someone and talk to them.I've been there twice with my grandparents and even now that it has been almost a year that I lost my grandmother and three years I lost my grandfather I feel sad when I think about them,as if I have a stomache ache,ut death is something that happens and we can get over it right?No,death indeed is normal but I don't think anyone can compromise with the idea that one person he/she loved isn't alive anymore and that he/she will never see him/her again.I think I need to stop writting right now because I'm too close to start crying.Truth is that we have to give our besy everyday to those people who are by our side,family and friends in order to obtain as many memories as possible to hold and accompain us forever.<br />
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So,that was it actually.It turned out rather sad for a come-back-article but I promise to make things better next time,that I will be writting and sending my love to all of you from my appartment,so as I see it,next time I write I will be full of excitement.For now,I have to leave sadness behind and get ready to say goodbye to my parents,my friends with whom I will not be in the same town next year and to my adorable little kitten which I must leave in approximately 12 days.<br />
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For now,I send all of you my kisses,my wishes and I truely thank you for not giving up on my blog even if I hadn't written for so long.<br />
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P.S. When you're feeling down remember that when nothing goes right you have to go left!! :)<br />
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Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-50718482758074273462012-09-19T22:43:00.000+03:002012-09-19T22:43:25.984+03:00Golden season...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yeah,I know it's been a while but I've understood for sure that from now on I won't be able to write as much as I want to but anyway...So,this post is about the Golden season,which of course is automn...a little late,but still we've got two months ahead until the season is over so..<br />
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A stands for apple pies for sure...These tasty,crispy sweets that come straight off the oven and the whole house smells apples and cinnamon...It is one of my favorite smells and it totally reminds me of autumn since it's the "apple season"...I wish a hide a big piece of apple pie right now,along with some ice cream (cause summer might be over but the ice cream is an all-time brand)<br />
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U is for umbrellas!!!God,I've missed them sooooooooo much...I generally miss the rain and it's sound,but truth is that I can't wait to walk into the wet streets while it's still raining and hold my red umrella...Umbrellas are like the ultimate accessory for automn..and if you don't like the rain,make sure you buy a colourful umbrella so that you will have a reason to like it when it's raining...<br />
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T sumbolises tea..Ok,I think that it's obvious that I'm addicted but this thing is just...perfect!!Of course I was drinking ice tea through the whole summer but it's definitely not the same...So I can't wait for my first hot "English Breakfast" tea!!Because the only flavour I have been drinking so far is green tea but it's definitely not the same...Welcome back tea mugs!!I've definitely missed you...<br />
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O stands for obligations...because school's on again and it's definitely fun (at least for me because it's my last year and I'm trying to have a great time at school since all my afternoon suck) but along with it comes studying...And this year I'm telling you it's ALL about studying...Definitely not the best part but we have to deal with it right?<br />
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M is for marroon colours...and for those who don't know it they are the well known automn colours..Brown,golden brown,red,orange and yellow...The colours of the trees' leaves...The colours that state this season...<br />
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N stands for nerves...because I don't know about you but almost every automn I got nerves...I don't know why but nerves and depression are two feelings that often come to my mind every automn...Is it because summer is over?Is it because you have to leave some things behind?Is it because it's starting getting cold?I have no idea but something is wrong with this season at this part...BUT it always has some magic in it...<br />
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So to all you guys out there,let automn fill you with good times,warm smells and happy moments...:)<br />
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Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-91167958607775717602012-07-12T17:01:00.000+03:002012-07-12T17:01:11.036+03:00In pursuit of happiness...:)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Long time no see right??after almost a month I desided to get back to my corner of inspiration...For some reason,ideas come and go and everytime i decide to write something here,something happens,either the theme isn't good enough or I don't feel like writing and at some points I don't want to...It's not as if there's something wrong(even though I have to admit that I'm kind of angry almost every day),well actually there is and it's called summer classes and they SUCK but I'm going to write a whole article based on that another time...And now...in pursuit of hapiness...<br />
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<br /><br />What is happiness??Due to scientist,happiness is a mental or emotional state of well-being characterized by positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy...And I've also tried to give this word a definition...But I don't think that I succeded because happiness isn't only one thing...It's little precious moments gathered together,which make you smile like an idiot when you think about them...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Happiness is when you plan to go to the beach with your friends...when you see the boy you like and you make out with him in a park full of people...when you eat ice cream in order to deal with the heat(what the fuck is wrong with this weather??We are gonna die)...when you return from the beach and you haven't got sunburnt but you have tanned instead...when you have nothing to study for the next day(yes I do that)...when you eat a big slice of watermellon...All theese and so much more!!<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
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<br /><br />But the thruth is that we can't look for happiness...we can;t order it,even though some people think they can...wake up!!Happiness is not one of the things you find in the supermarket and in case you haven't noticed television can't offer you happiness...For God's shake it's summer!!The time of the year where it's too hot and you HAVE to get out...go see your friends,go to the beach,organise parties,make your own ice cream...But nomatter what you do always remember to fill your head with happy moments that you can cherish....:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Enjoy your summer guys...it might be your last one..:P<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
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The inspiration for this post came while I was listening to a greek song that is actually one of my favorites.It refers to the Bosnian war that took part between April 1992 and December 1995,so itis a quite recent war and it happened near Greece.The song is called "Sarajevo" which is the capital of Serbia and my aunt actually lived there when the war started.<br />
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Basically,this post will have the song lyrics both written in greek and english (the translation will be mine).I just want to share the feeling of horror that I felt the first time I listened to this song.Since then,everytime I listen or sing it I can actually feel war filling the air,the desperation caused by it and how lucky we are that we live-almost- in peace....<br />
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Magic De Spell-Sarajevo<br />
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Βαδίζω με μάτια κλειστά <br />
τα βαστώ σφαλιστά κι ονειρεύομαι <br />
μη μ'αγγίζεις,μη με ξυπνάς <br />
την αλήθεια σας πια δεν τη δέχομαι... <br />
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Δεν ανοίγω τα μάτια μου καν <br />
διασχίζω τον κόσμο και φλέγομαι <br />
αν μ'αγαπάς,μη μιλάς <br />
άλλα ψέματα δεν τα ανέχομαι... <br />
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Φώναξε!Η ζωή μας χάνεται,πάει <br />
Διάλυσε!Τη σκόνη που σκεπάζει το φως <br />
Ο θάνατος,διακοπές στο Σαράγιεβο πάει <br />
Ξύπνησε!Στις ειδήσεις τα βλέπεις και τρως... <br />
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Απόψε τα βλέπω διπλά <br />
ήλιος λάμπει κι ας είναι μεσάνυχτα <br />
δυο τσιγάρα πολύ δυνατά <br />
και εκτοξεύομαι μες στο διάστημα... <br />
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Φώναξε!Η ζωή μας χάνεται,πάει <br />
Διάλυσε!Τη σκόνη που σκεπάζει το φως <br />
Ο θάνατος,διακοπές στο Σαράγιεβο πάει <br />
Ξύπνησε!Στις ειδήσεις τα βλέπεις και τρως... <br />
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Μια σκισμένη φωτογραφία,γεμάτη μ'αναμνήσεις <br />
θάνατος να γίνεται,ότι τόλμησες ν'αγγίξεις <br />
να δύει ο ήλιος και ο παράδεισος να ναι κλειστός <br />
μόνο στην κόλαση απόψε τρεμοσβήνει ένα φως <br />
βλέπω αγγέλους,διαβόλους να χορεύουν μαζί <br />
και η γυναίκα που αγαπάω να είναι δίπλα μου νεκρή <br />
βάζω φτερά στους ώμους,πετάω ψηλά <br />
την αλήθεια σας σκοτώνω κι έτσι φεύγω μακριά!! <br />
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I walk with closed eyes<br />
I hold them closed and I'm dreaming<br />
don't touch me,don't wake me up<br />
I don't accept your truth anymore...<br />
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I don't even open my eyes<br />
I walk through the crowd and I catch fire<br />
if you love me,don't say a word<br />
I don't accept any more lying...<br />
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Scream!Our life is gone<br />
Break off!The dust that hides the light<br />
Death goes on vacation to Sarajevo<br />
Wake up!You hear it on the news while <br />
eating...<br />
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Tonight I see everything double<br />
the sun is shining even though it's midnight<br />
two strong cigarettes<br />
and I'm thrown into space...<br />
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Scream!Our life is gone<br />
Break off!The dust that hides the light<br />
Death goes on vacation to Sarajevo<br />
Wake up!You hear it on the news while <br />
eating...<br />
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A torn picture,full of memories<br />
everything you touch is dead<br />
the sun sets and heaven is closed<br />
there's only a dim light in hell tonight<br />
I see angels and deamons dancing together<br />
and the woman I love is dead by my side<br />
I get wings and fly high<br />
I kill your reality and so I leave!!<br />
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<b><i>"Peace is not something you wish for,it's something you make,something you do,something you are and something you give away"</i></b><br />
<b><i>-Robert Fulghum</i></b><br />
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<b><i>"When the power of love overcomes the love of power world will know peace"</i></b><br />
<b><i>-Jimi Hendrix</i></b><br />
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Fuck that,I never had!!And in the end,who needs them??<br />
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Some people do think that it's better to leave some things to the imagination anyway...<br />
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Who cares??No one likes extremely thin girls...and especially boys!!!<br />
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Who has been a teenager without it??No one!!<br />
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It's better to show your real face than be totally fake.<br />
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Your smile will be sooooooo much better when they're off.<br />
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The time when everyone thought glasses are a turn off has gone.Now even people who don't have visual problems wear them just to add style.<br />
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Hello everyone!!Yeah,I know it's been a while,a lot actually but I'm back!!!:D<br />
Sooooo,I hope you are all well and smiling the way I do (after a lot of days of nerves actually I'm back to the smiling face).So,I was thinking about how different we all are.How special we all are.But we live in a society where everything is controlled and the society itself tries to make us all look the same.Without our own talents,without our style even without our own thoughts.So the only thing we can actually do is...fuck what the world says!!!!<br />
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Why is it so hard to see how pretty is something when it's different??When it's not as everyone wants it to be??Even people who have a style that is way over the top want to scream something through their clothes,music style and ideas.Personally,I really like people who have their own style,who are different than all the others and when you see them you think "They are definitely not a part of the crowd!" and that's good isn't it??<br />
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We are all special people and we should celebrate our individuality rather that be ashamed of it!Wear clothes that show how you really feel.Don't stick to your old pair of jeans just because everyone does.Wear a skirt or a dress!Have piercings if you want to and don;t be afraid to show them,even tattoos are good if you want to.Just do what the fuck you want and leave everything else behind.<br />
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"What the others think of you is their problme,not yours"<br />
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Be the real awesome you and you'll see...You'll be accepted by more people the way you really are...Have always fun and smile!! :D<br />
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<br /></div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-9283869734950747342012-03-31T14:13:00.000+03:002012-03-31T14:13:06.158+03:00How do you feel??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"<b><i>How do you feel???That is the question...But I forget..you don't expect an easy answer.When something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes.You can't expect a bit of hope..."</i></b><div><i>-Stone Sour "Through the glass"</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div>I really love this song and especially this part so I thought about starting my today's post with it.How do you feel???Most of us don't actually know because it can never be only one feeling right??It's just that one is one top and covers everything else or there's a mixture of them.Anyway,no matter what you feel like,I decided to make this post a little different.In every feeling's image hides a song so you can click on it and get to the song that I've put behind it and (to me) fits with the way you feel....Anyway,try to enjoy it...:)</div><div><br />
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</b></div><div>Soooo that's all that I could manage to write...Anyway I want to tell you guys something irrelevant.I've started writing a book of my own in a webpage where everyone can write..If you want go,check it out and tell me what you think...:) <a href="http://www.wattpad.com/story/1108830-saving-me">http://www.wattpad.com/story/1108830-saving-me</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I think all of us have lost hope sometimes...I know I have..It's like reaching a point where you think that nothing goes right and everything's completely fucked up and all you can think of is "Why me??"..Yeah,it's kind of depressing when you try to explain it...But even when you are in a situation like this one you feel kind of depressed.When I reach that level all I say is that I feel empty...And I recall Metallica's "Fade to Black" which says "Emptiness is killing me to the point of agony.."One of me favorite lyrics..<br />
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But,I'm not writing this to remind you the bad times of your life..No,I don't want that at all..My point is that we can (sometimes) make something good out of something that may seem bad..Yeah,it's hard...But we have to stay positive right??Let the negativity out of our lives...Well,anyway we shouldn't let ourselves getting melancholic because of something...It's hard but it's better when you smile...<br />
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Reaching the conclusion,life is messed up...We are all messed up.And we don't always have to deal with things...I mean sometimes when you put too much pressure on something just to try and make it work it turns out being completely different from what you wanted at first...So,why not leaving everything messed up??Messed up is fun!!And leave life lead us to the final point...As "James" say "Getting away with it all messed up,that's the living!!"<br />
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P.S.My life seems to be right on it's place the last few day,should I be worried??:P<br />
P.S.2 Sorry I haven't written for like ages but the inspiration thing doesn't actually help me...<br />
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Kisses to your smiling faces!!<br />
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All yours....<br />
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</div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-82907256070816041462012-02-23T18:59:00.000+02:002012-02-23T18:59:45.890+02:00Let the rain come down and wash away my tears...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcUeoXzub9-6oOdEKcwpIEyIY6AgSpzGw6N6nr2EgP7uhLTer2FkclW5jYl0yMX3rE5lK7N3_n-C-IbwF2ZdNinVc3_GbkzjsvpdzwE_19q3Su-DXaq4Qe0mBISJcxJqLqQvBNMD2b68/s1600/tumblr_lzauiv9TJo1qegbs4o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcUeoXzub9-6oOdEKcwpIEyIY6AgSpzGw6N6nr2EgP7uhLTer2FkclW5jYl0yMX3rE5lK7N3_n-C-IbwF2ZdNinVc3_GbkzjsvpdzwE_19q3Su-DXaq4Qe0mBISJcxJqLqQvBNMD2b68/s320/tumblr_lzauiv9TJo1qegbs4o1_500_large.jpg" width="216" /></a></div>Well,the title doesn't actually represent my mood because I'm very happy,for some unknown reason,I just got it from a song and because I liked it I used it.Anyway,so it's been a tough week but today and tommorow i won't have any private lessons(yeah!!!) so I've got plenty of free time that I'm not willing to spend on studying..<br />
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When I was a little girl(about 5-6 years old) I had this idea/theory about the rain.It was like the best way to hide when you were feeling unhappy and especially when you were crying.The rain drops would hide every little tear that could come out of your eyes.And it's normal because you get wet anyway.So,everytime I was sad and I wanted to cry and outside it was raining I was choosing the rain.It really worked.When you are outside no one asks you why were you crying so,no explanations needed.Of course they were wondering what were you doing outside when you could get wet in like 2 minutes.But it's easy to find an explanation about that.<br />
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I haven't done that for a lot of years now.But to tell you the truth everytime it rains I think about it and laugh to myself.How many silly things were we doing when we were little and back then we thought that it was so clever of us??I was also thinking about that today because here it's raining like crazy...Plus I had to go and give blood for a blood test and I came back soaking wet!Just keep your fingers cross that the results will be as I wish for them to be.<br />
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Hoping you little readers won't need the rain for covering your tears because I really wish for you not to change your smiling face because of your tears...^_^<br />
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All yours...</div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-63933877577758842732012-02-20T18:11:00.000+02:002012-02-20T18:11:29.807+02:00Don't ever change...For anybody<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDu8Fs4nwbxeGxKuC0DZ5vCXpjmycLbrec13iFHBXrvAqfWiPWH7Pg5xzXjQzOSWqb3QE504nUiF316sGVR1DO1IXThjzIKxVX9BXRGTAzhSatL6tHSP4jmpD2R2wXP8R30yDPbcVwctM/s1600/388631_317626068257819_187998774553883_1017030_714869556_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDu8Fs4nwbxeGxKuC0DZ5vCXpjmycLbrec13iFHBXrvAqfWiPWH7Pg5xzXjQzOSWqb3QE504nUiF316sGVR1DO1IXThjzIKxVX9BXRGTAzhSatL6tHSP4jmpD2R2wXP8R30yDPbcVwctM/s320/388631_317626068257819_187998774553883_1017030_714869556_n_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>It's been a while since I've last written.It's not that I don't have the time but I feel like I've got nothing interesting to write...But not today..Well,I think I've already written something about changing in my first posts but whatever...This post is about relationships(mostly) in which you sometimes have to change..<br />
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Plus,you don't belong to him/her...So,no one gave them the right to judge you and finally to find that you are not good enough for them...It's like you once were the ideal match and all of a sudden the whole word came upside down and everything's wrong?Come on let's be reasonable...it's better to say that I'm breaking up with you cause I'm bored than use this stupid excuse...<br />
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And now about those boys?girls who say "I miss the old you" or "I can't recognise you anymore"...Guess what...You can!!!It's the same person!!It's just that you pretended being blind and that's why you "weren't able" to see some things.Well,sometimes people do change but it's not forever..It's just that something happened to them and they forced themselves to change but deep inside they are the same...<br />
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And now let's talk about you...The amazing you...How many times have you found yourself crying at nights just because someone told you that you're not good enough??How many times have you thought that you are not skinny/tall or beautiful enough??How many times have you promised to yourself that you'll change,not because you actually want to but because someone else told you should??I know the answer...I've been in the same place...But in these 17 years I've taken some decisions...And one of them is that I'm my own person and that I don't belong to anyone,so no one can tell me I'm not good enough!!!<br />
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You smiling people...Please don't change...I know it seems impossible sometimes but what do you need??Faith in yourself...and if you don't believe in it then who is going to???And people gonna hurt you,so at least choose the ones worth suffering for...<br />
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*And now something to cheer you up..<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCymRC7cZTk&feature=BFa&list=FLlrlVnryrv03v7Usrpo8mFQ&lf=plpp_video">:) </a><br />
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</div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-91666755037339724642012-02-09T22:05:00.000+02:002012-02-09T22:05:56.709+02:00'Cause faith is so hard to find...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfgmPn5fMNzUlb1TqHt6SVE67YVzgjlPsRJQMnz9SC6PaVib5cTPFRmrCN_BCsZtO9CxkYBgyeIp7v2U8wZCHYsgDPE7wUiC7ZsuYNYIymQQjR7_TQl4wu-3H8PU_c9QZofW4dP9cthE/s1600/tumblr_lyetkgNeZN1qacp2so1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfgmPn5fMNzUlb1TqHt6SVE67YVzgjlPsRJQMnz9SC6PaVib5cTPFRmrCN_BCsZtO9CxkYBgyeIp7v2U8wZCHYsgDPE7wUiC7ZsuYNYIymQQjR7_TQl4wu-3H8PU_c9QZofW4dP9cthE/s320/tumblr_lyetkgNeZN1qacp2so1_500_large.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><b><i>"Believe it or not everyone have things that they hide" </i></b><br />
How true...As I've already told in another post we all have secrets...And sometimes even though it seems weird we have secrets even from ourself sometimes...It's called guilt I think...So,don't forget that no matter how close you can be to someone there will always be things untold...Because even if you trust the other more than anyone else,there will always be this secret side of yourself,so take good care of it...<br />
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<b><i>"Believe it or not everyone keeps most things inside"</i></b><br />
Kind of fits the one above...There are times when you want to say something or better to SCREAM it out loud..But you don't..ever wondered why??it's like you've got something inside you that prevents some things from happening...Or you stop yourself because you don't want to hurt someone with what you want to say...And of course there are the feelings that some people want to have them hidden for some way...I think it's about time to let ourselves free...without doubt,just scream out loud whatever comes to your mind!Life looks so much better then!!<br />
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<b><i>"Believe it or not everyone believes in something above"</i></b><br />
Even people who say that there's nothing to believe in they're wrong...I don't know if the thing above us is called God,Jesus,Buddha,Zeus or whatever...Maybe it's the need we feel to believe that there is someone up there watching us,taking care of us,making us pay for our mistakes...I can't describe myself as someone religious but there are times when I think about it...I used to believe in destiny once...I still do,but I don't think it counts as a religion..<br />
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<b><i>"Believe it or not everyone needs to feel loved"</i></b><br />
I think that I don't need to explain that...who doesn't want to be "surrounded" by love..By people he/she loves and love him/her back...Sometimes love doesn't even need to be expressed with words...It's not what you say,it's what you feel and if that's love then don't worry,it will find the way to be seen..<br />
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*So,both the headline and the first lines are taken by Nickelback's song "Believe it or not"..One of my favorite songs recently...And all I can say is thanks for the inspirstion that it seemed like I'd lost it..:)<br />
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</div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-65078181455223622072012-01-28T16:28:00.000+02:002012-01-28T16:28:03.448+02:00Undergraduating expectations..*.*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmUMiw1mcbvTp4RwEmxspgEBMd9QJ3E2nAGeTZcP7CtnezO9oNqkr5RQrK9dwRpDYifM8fp7NETwzoob4ltJi1zDaItVqqZutdvG2-61g34VNzz2klAX129Q4oWJDdKIkgVVxpTk5yeQ/s1600/307179_167773723306925_162665247151106_349610_1186796423_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmUMiw1mcbvTp4RwEmxspgEBMd9QJ3E2nAGeTZcP7CtnezO9oNqkr5RQrK9dwRpDYifM8fp7NETwzoob4ltJi1zDaItVqqZutdvG2-61g34VNzz2klAX129Q4oWJDdKIkgVVxpTk5yeQ/s320/307179_167773723306925_162665247151106_349610_1186796423_n_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>It's alittle bit too early to write something about that but I've been thinking about it a lot recently...In almost one and a half year I'm going to graduate from high-school and until then one thing will be written everywhere and that's STUDYING!!I really don't know how an I going to get through with it..It's not that I'm on a big pressure right now but I see friends and realtives who are one year older than me and I get a bit nervous about how it's gonna be like...So,the only thing that makes me happy when I think about all these is dreaming about my new life when I'll graduate from school and start my college life...<br />
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First of all,I'm gonna dye my hair red...Dark red because all the others won't look good on me(yeah,I do have dark hair colour even though my skin is white)..Either that or I'll have red highlights..I haven't desided yet.The sure thing is that I'm going to be a redhead..and I'm planing to do that next summer while I'll be on vacation at Corfu(it's not for sure but I really hope it will happen)<br />
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Another thing is having one more piercing..I already have my nose pierced and it's not that I don't like it but I think that it's too ordinary after all...So,next stop is lips..I really want to pierce the right down side of my lips and I think that it would be great!And if it's not then...-.-<br />
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It's also known that while you're at the university you can go travelling with a program for free for one year...I've already made my decision!!London here I come(for one more time <3)!!I can't wait to go there again!!Magda I'll take you with me too!!<br />
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As for my house,I want to decorate it in order to remind England..I know,it's like I'm addicted to this country bu it's a fact that it's amazing...The flag,the colours,the people,the clothes..I find almost everything wonderfull and I've been dreaming of having a London-styled appartment which will of course have cupcakes and tea...<br />
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And last but not least,I want to make a collage with photos from my whole life..Photos of poeple who mean the world to me,photos of the ones which have been by my side,photos that state the wonderfull time I've been having and ones that will always make me cry...I want to create a wall full of photos and I'm pretty sure that in the end it will be worth it...<br />
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Have fun you happy people!! :)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was a cold rainy night..The weather was like that recently...She was in vacation with her family...Her name was Lora,she was a 17 years old red-haired girl...She met someone over there,a local boy called Max...She wasn't very happy though because she didn't believe in relationships,so that was her secret...One night she decided to take a walk at the port that was near the hotel they were staying..It was also a chance to meet Max for the last time...The port was made of wood and there weren't a lot of ships around,as for people,there wasn't a soul...She started walking up and down in order to feel better...But something did scare her...At some point she heard someone walking behind her...She thought it was him,so she turned around to greet him...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbYHff9tBy9r60ns9VQk8AyxV9-hHXR43zZ7McM6JSsPCrbNciM9jzXIDjXwsTAD2NPAkOn7vt7LL2zQk0kp6BpIyjP06VTE1phvG-h-ZL2vzTm8XNoBQhN8rjvUv5L44NryxyE05qsA/s1600/finast_149084555_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbYHff9tBy9r60ns9VQk8AyxV9-hHXR43zZ7McM6JSsPCrbNciM9jzXIDjXwsTAD2NPAkOn7vt7LL2zQk0kp6BpIyjP06VTE1phvG-h-ZL2vzTm8XNoBQhN8rjvUv5L44NryxyE05qsA/s320/finast_149084555_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And she saw a man..she couldn't see his face because of the dark but he was holding something in his hand...Something sharp and shiny..So when the moonlight hit it she finally show that the mysterious man was holding a knife...She started running to get away from him in panic even though she knew that at some point the port would end and the only thing that was beyond was the sea..It started raining and she could still hear his steps behind her...He wasn't running but he was definitely following...At some point she reached the end of the port,she stopped but she didn't have time to think so she jumped into the water...At first she thought about staying in the sea until dawn hoping that the waves would get her to the shore but then she realized that it was a stupid plan...She found something from which she could hold on and she climbed towards the port...She made it...She started walking furiously when she heard someone talking..She was afraid it could be him again but he wasn't..It was a girl's voice..She reached over there and she saw a woman dressed in red.."are you alright??"asked the woman,"you look terrified"..."Yes,I'm ok..it's just that I saw something and I was paniked"..."You saw him right??Don't worry,you are not the only one..he has been here for quite a long time but he hasn't actually killed anyone...but if you saw him then it means something..".."No it means nothing...look I have to go.."said Lora and left...She got at her hotel room and she couldn't stop thinking if the man she saw was real and if he had been after her for some reason....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbtsH6-vHEmCahlOlv5FVRVSfHx86oWIwn7SVSqfH9rjnUzhUm-QkfpiYic4HWlxFh3RD-HYJaJa2YyZ5k_UrVXvhl0gEuR0ee4EWIEdEaiSaHZG7T3LElH7Ce_CXZs0pwEkQKxUiXbY/s1600/499911570_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbtsH6-vHEmCahlOlv5FVRVSfHx86oWIwn7SVSqfH9rjnUzhUm-QkfpiYic4HWlxFh3RD-HYJaJa2YyZ5k_UrVXvhl0gEuR0ee4EWIEdEaiSaHZG7T3LElH7Ce_CXZs0pwEkQKxUiXbY/s320/499911570_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</u></b></div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com1Hanko, Raasepori, Φινλανδία59.8230557 22.96927909999999459.7276132 22.704921099999993 59.918498199999995 23.233637099999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-43828257332739649622012-01-14T16:51:00.000+02:002012-01-14T16:51:18.297+02:00Dirty Little Secrets...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8hvRUn5hk9Zz5HgeB43QqrCJM9VXhiLpPnXPLYcZwBg0nL3y3g2v1ZxUjO8_kf5vIEgXWnmDTOEDYTB11ce3ImFO66iodK7lFikrbER4hUBAYH0FCMnj8N9Ulh699ZyJ__3_sQRqzyuc/s1600/tumblr_ln180oMTHC1qf3fa6o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8hvRUn5hk9Zz5HgeB43QqrCJM9VXhiLpPnXPLYcZwBg0nL3y3g2v1ZxUjO8_kf5vIEgXWnmDTOEDYTB11ce3ImFO66iodK7lFikrbER4hUBAYH0FCMnj8N9Ulh699ZyJ__3_sQRqzyuc/s320/tumblr_ln180oMTHC1qf3fa6o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So,as the girl in the picture says we ALL have secrets...And it's the truth even though we are afraid to admit it sometimes because we are so emotionally attached on someone,like a person of our family,a friend or a boyfriend/girlfriend...But relax...you don't have to fell guilty about (all of) them...<br />
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Me??Do I have??A lot...And most of the time I don't want to deal with them..I just leave them in the back of my mind hoping that one day I'll actually clear my mind of them but this day doesn't seem to come,for now at least...Sometimes I think that maybe I'll forget about them and they'll get lost but that can't happen,because even our secrets are a part of ourself...Some of mine have been revealed and it wasn't comforting at all..I believe that if you want to admit something then you have to do it yourself because if someone else finds out and then starts asking everything gets messed up and it's really hard to explain...<br />
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They say that every person is a mirror and secrets-lies are the stains that by time start to appear on its surface...But how can we keep our mirror completely stainless??It's impossible...I'm not talking about living a life full of secrets but there must be some...If you don't have them then you have no personal life...When was the last time you cried at night trying to make no sound because you didn't want to be heard?When was the last time you thought about the past when everyone told you to move on??When was the last time you did something without your parents permission because you knew their reactions??All these things are secrets...<br />
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And now something completely irrelevant...I'm studying for mt austronomy test this week and I'm like sooooo excited because this thing called space is full of surprises...So I was looking for some pictures and I found these amazing ones(It's not that I had never seen a space picture before but it's awesome when you know what's going on out there!!)<br />
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So,everyone keep dreaming,keep hoping,keep believing...And shhhhhhhhh...don't forget to keep your secrets well guarded..:)<br />
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*Who wouldn't like to be an austronaut if he/she could see an image like this live???<br />
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</div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-9221008722122584282012-01-03T14:35:00.000+02:002012-01-03T14:35:15.447+02:00New Year=New Start=New Problems??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--na7_D8EQvw/TwLzY6no4qI/AAAAAAAABCc/aHRbh3FsjzY/s1600/HappyNewYearr_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--na7_D8EQvw/TwLzY6no4qI/AAAAAAAABCc/aHRbh3FsjzY/s1600/HappyNewYearr_thumb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>First of all Happy New Year everyone!!!!!I really hope you've spent the last day of 2011 with excitement..I had a great time..Actually I wanted 2011 to end because let's face it,I don't think anyone liked this year...It's not only one thing that made it suck,it was a combination of things...I spent the last night of the year wearing a black dress with the sign of England,a breezer in my hand and three very sweet girls by my side!!Of course I spent the rest of the day(before the Eve's night) listening to Nickelback(what else??) and cooking with my mum...<br />
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But this is not supposed to be a post about my New Year's Eve...It's about the changes that this year brings(?)...Actually,we think about it as a whole new thing but is it??I mean the only thing that changed in my life is the fourth number in the calendar...But as most of the people I think about it as a whole new thing,a whole new start...It's the decision time..We make goals and new hopes but that doesn't mean that the old ones have changed or dissappeared..<br />
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The only decision I've taken for this year is to be as happy as I can...But it's something I always want for myself so it's not a life-changing decision..Let's see...I want to concentrate more because especially during the Christmas holidays I find it almost impossible to study...I don't want to be a better person,only because I know that I can't..even if I say I'm going to be one I forget it after a few days so there is no point of setting this target...I want to make sweets!!!A lot of them...What else??Oh,I know..I want to be a less emotional person because it looks like I've left my logic sleeping for a long time and I need to wake her up...<br />
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</div>I really wish for a great year...If I could draw it the way I want it to be than it'd be like a little fairytale...But my little cloud made of fairy dust begins to fade away..I'm not going to be lost without it..I'm just going to lose some of its magic..And I really need some magic this year...So,when I feel like there's no magic left in this world I'll blog...And when I'm overdosed with magic I'll also blog to also fill your little hearts with some of my magic...<br />
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<b><i>"There is magic everywhere...If someone remembers to turn the light on..."</i></b><br />
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</div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-83187637192271312412011-12-23T20:29:00.000+02:002011-12-23T20:29:53.600+02:00Life definitions...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><ul style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXzJFCoLnqQ/TvTHStoLm9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/_p5aEogDhOA/s1600/2150a3e1143871b7636d42817173473e_h_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXzJFCoLnqQ/TvTHStoLm9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/_p5aEogDhOA/s1600/2150a3e1143871b7636d42817173473e_h_thumb.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Oh and Merry Christmas everyone!!May your hands get cold and may there be one person to keep them warm afterwords...:)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qwphNWjJlo/TvTIXbzTrTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/2jhb_UgIEkk/s1600/395670_281819188535218_100001214175702_843924_1229731517_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qwphNWjJlo/TvTIXbzTrTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/2jhb_UgIEkk/s320/395670_281819188535218_100001214175702_843924_1229731517_n_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">All yours...</div></div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-59754831495399909242011-12-19T21:13:00.000+02:002011-12-19T21:13:51.126+02:00Decorating the house for Christmas...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_Els2loJ9JN91PnEOVDNOsw-P3orA4icBFeFmo7myU0YZlrfbwrkKs_rQWRiX_GgGrElL_s3kA3NpTp8xw42SLgTKNyUSLBVO6CGetBJvs_9Q8tf-QN8oFBEQttZCl164AQ6v_JZoU8/s1600/PC110400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_Els2loJ9JN91PnEOVDNOsw-P3orA4icBFeFmo7myU0YZlrfbwrkKs_rQWRiX_GgGrElL_s3kA3NpTp8xw42SLgTKNyUSLBVO6CGetBJvs_9Q8tf-QN8oFBEQttZCl164AQ6v_JZoU8/s320/PC110400.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>So,Christmas are actually coming at the end of the week and I'm just soooooooo excited!!!Of course we've decorated our house for Christmas about a week ago and now it's filled with the magic coming out of the Christmas tree and the candles...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little snowman</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I love this snowman...It actually reminds me of a meat-ball...I don't know why and I know that it's weird but it seems like one to me....<div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paper cut Tree</td></tr>
</tbody></table>This is a little tree that I've made with my aunt...<div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stair's Santa Claus</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div>Isn't it adorable???I really like it and it's like everytime I go upstairs(or coming downstairs) I see it and it makes me happy for an unexplained reason...</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All Santa Clauses</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Thes are all the Santa Clauses I've managed to gather within my 16 years of my life...Some are from chocolate boxes,some from little presents we used to take when we were at primary school and generally they represent some of the best Christmas of my life...<div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas Fairy</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I really love this one!!It's actually the best thing we have on our Christmas tree...Since we've bought it it's like she's travelling me to places where there is magic and elves and magic creatures...A little childish I know,but it's so true...<div><br />
</div><div>So,these are some of the decoratings we've put in our house..I know that I'm not used to writing these kind of posts but I'll make up next time...Until then don't forget to sprinkle the Christmas dust all over yourself and try to look at things positively...</div><div><br />
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Listening to songs...Ok,I must admit that the songs I usually listen to aren't "happy" ones but at least they make you forget...Combining our voice with the voice of the singer and letting every sentiment you feel apear in the way you sing...Thanks Chad(Kroeger) for all these times your magic voice has made me feel alright...<br />
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Expressing yourself...It doesn't work with everyone,but it does for me...Whenever something's wrong and I feel the need to express it I start writing,not blogging,just writing,in a diary or just random notes...It feels great!!Especially this time that I'm working on something it really helps to write more and with more passion of course,cause things are different when you live them...<br />
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Dancing....It works fine for me..of course it's not the same for everyone but try it once...Put on a song that "talks" about your situation and start dancing inside your room...makes all the stress go out and leaves you with a full filling feeling...<br />
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Reading a text that makes you smile...It's hard to find a text,a book or generally something that makes you laught everytime your read it...I'm soooooooo glad I've discovered maitena and her comics...I just love her and find everything she writes hillarious...<br />
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Well,I'm sure that there are millions of ways to stop being sad,but these ones work better with me...Everytime I feel like everything's wrong and that I can't see anything around except from vague images,a little box opens inside my head and reminds me of those little ways of making myself happy...And remember,if anyone tries to make you fall it only means that you are above them...As for smiling,it's cheap medicine,so use it as much as you can,unless you want to live an unhappy life...<br />
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So every single one of you should wear his/her brightest smile right now...cause everything is temporary....everything can be defeated if you feel like fighting...everything's in your mind...even the word sadness might have a better meaning if you match it with being in a situation where you can think about what has happened...and remember...sometimes stand in front of the mirror and ask yourself "where are we now??"...everything will make perfect sense...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>All yours...</div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-2735573710453941832011-12-01T20:50:00.000+02:002011-12-01T20:50:28.139+02:00Once upon a December....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Have a great month!!!!<br />
So,here comes December for one more time...The truth is that I've always been very excited about this month mostly because of Christmas...But this year,I'm not so sure..It's like something is keeping me down...<br />
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This month,last year we started a new relationship that didn't end as I expected and I know that I shouldn't be writting these but I feel the need to and it's the last time I do something like that...I do feel hurt and I don't know why,because deep inside me I've accepted the fact that it's over...But is it???Will it ever be???Or are you going to come back one day and of course I'll run and pretend that nothing happened??It's just like I'm addicted to you..to our relationship...But it's all a game of the brain and I've started to realise that it's not that hard to controll your brain and your thougths...So for now you belong in the past...And I do miss you,but you've left me empty and I've learned to live with that...<br />
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Anyway,let's move on to something different(?)...This month reminds me of one of my favorite cartoon movies which is Anastasia...And it's about love(ironic I know...).It's like as if this movie can take me to cold Russia wit hthe amazing songs of Anastasia and her amazing story hat has made me love her since I was a little child...Of course the thing I like most is hes dresses and of course the guy she falls in love with...I think I should watch it again one time soon....<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>May your December be sweeter than hot chocolate,more decorated than a Christamas tree and happier that Santa's elves...:) (I know that it's too Christmas and it's too early but I'm inspired by the climate all around me...)<br />
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</div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-67529822907742495552011-11-28T19:08:00.000+02:002011-11-28T19:08:54.654+02:00A letter from your eating disorder...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxckO0Fl9wzJR-bdNdWcCveWcopU32K9MtGGeUyPf0j8v2xRw6fF_xnoNEPlc7VZroG6cmOHMCJxjHofCQcdXLDbE5LANKExIZpXCaLKdCx_57ev5HRsg3G9OiKUk_G3-3kN7FdddrZIg/s1600/tumblr_lmwsdbhPkL1qlz1suo1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxckO0Fl9wzJR-bdNdWcCveWcopU32K9MtGGeUyPf0j8v2xRw6fF_xnoNEPlc7VZroG6cmOHMCJxjHofCQcdXLDbE5LANKExIZpXCaLKdCx_57ev5HRsg3G9OiKUk_G3-3kN7FdddrZIg/s1600/tumblr_lmwsdbhPkL1qlz1suo1_500_thumb.jpg" /></a></div>(As I was searching for some random images,I saw this text and I must say that I support everything that is written,so I decided to post it...I'm sure that at least one of you has dealt with an eating disorder..So have I and I strongly believe that w must fight in order to prevent other people from having one too)<br />
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Hello,my name is anorexia<br />
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People who invite me in their lives think they choose me,but in reality I choose them.I am ruthless as soon as you give me a chance to enter your life.I will make you miserable.I control you.I am your master and I will make it extremely difficult to kick me out of your life.I make you think I am your best friend and the only one who understands youbut that is only so you let me stay in your life long enough for me to take it.There is nothing special about you,you are just the host for my infliction of desolation and despair on your own life.Some people invite me in their lives and some don't give me the time of day.I just keep on going person to person looking for my next victim.Once I'm done with you I will move on to the next person.I am ruthless,I do not care about you and I am not your friendI am the worst of the worst and the scum of the earth.I am anorexia...<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qHJHT0sLrZbwPTsyAzelhpgnOB-JP85z2APH5ft5g8R2yvszvDur-iEcXCvP-X-f1ohMOvP0-_0QjH5lWUeMX69arPI2OWrG6q_SzQz3vRDaj-dhDzu8ObbT5xz5rsLixKYngt0Lnto/s1600/tumblr_ltal0vT0YE1qe58cro1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qHJHT0sLrZbwPTsyAzelhpgnOB-JP85z2APH5ft5g8R2yvszvDur-iEcXCvP-X-f1ohMOvP0-_0QjH5lWUeMX69arPI2OWrG6q_SzQz3vRDaj-dhDzu8ObbT5xz5rsLixKYngt0Lnto/s1600/tumblr_ltal0vT0YE1qe58cro1_500_thumb.jpg" /></a>P.S.You should probably try to kill me before I do kill you.<br />
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Sincerily,<br />
Your worst nightmare...<br />
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So,that's it..I think we all know that what's written is correct and it's true that when you're in a situation like that then you can't see brightly the damage that's caused to your body.You think that skinnier is better and prettier and that it can't actually harm you.ut when someone does help you open up your eyes then you see tha what you're doing is the worst thing you could ever do to yourself.The point is to love you the way YOU are and not the way the others want to see you.Because let's face it,you are not the one who decides to do that,it's the others that make you feel like you need to change.So NEVER let brothers-sisters,classmates,boyfriends-girlfriends,friends and generally anyone to convince you that you are not pretty enough,tall enough,thin enough...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkg-bxtqTO4JdfPey7HK3bfL_eqbS8vKDAD-J5d7kc6q9qghe_OYCvFmUd4sqZUByZrs8sTXzkcUx__B8W8b4SbJUDS-wTPw6EZpQoAPkBOQkhkPbXBYfrqOMMpcHwtPOL0pOtSP6x0o/s1600/tumblr_lfyxjiBOzg1qedcspo1_500_thumb.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkg-bxtqTO4JdfPey7HK3bfL_eqbS8vKDAD-J5d7kc6q9qghe_OYCvFmUd4sqZUByZrs8sTXzkcUx__B8W8b4SbJUDS-wTPw6EZpQoAPkBOQkhkPbXBYfrqOMMpcHwtPOL0pOtSP6x0o/s200/tumblr_lfyxjiBOzg1qedcspo1_500_thumb.png" width="200" /></a>You are who you are and you should be proud of that!!!<br />
And one more thing...food=happiness...You only live once,do it the way you deserve!!!:)<br />
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All yours....</div>Nadjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178784406057616008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369592768107972817.post-68913041604105732702011-11-26T16:15:00.000+02:002011-11-26T16:15:52.117+02:00Prince charming theories...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VBwcGYWAwHzIb9IM7jZ-doBwaF6g1aLkmuJETuQ0NFS8A7Lg9ntRkgzmfjYN9DStoGmXfHcezXdKW8USyFdpr3DQ5u3avm62Z2AhlB35l9fOykQjK7vFd1AkEs0lRHD6r1hr21XO1i8/s1600/672fbbb01245bd711320b481afd10390_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VBwcGYWAwHzIb9IM7jZ-doBwaF6g1aLkmuJETuQ0NFS8A7Lg9ntRkgzmfjYN9DStoGmXfHcezXdKW8USyFdpr3DQ5u3avm62Z2AhlB35l9fOykQjK7vFd1AkEs0lRHD6r1hr21XO1i8/s320/672fbbb01245bd711320b481afd10390_large.jpg" width="232" /></a></div>So,do you believe in prince cherming???Does he really excists and he tries to find his other half among us???I believe that we are somekind of infected by all those princess films that we were watching when we were little...In those movies everything is simple...Something happens and there comes this pretty boy that you instantly fall in love with(and the opposite of course) and someone is trying to split you two up and there comes the revenge where the prince does everything just to make you feel happy and beautiful...<br />
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"When I was a little girl I used to read fairytales.In fairy tales you meet prince charming and he's everything you ever wanted.In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot.The bad guy is always wearing black cape so you always know who he is.Then you grow up and you realize that prince charming is not as easy ato find as you thought.You realize that the bad guy isn't wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot : he's really funny and hemakes you laugh"<br />
Taylor Swift<br />
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