Comments for Elianna Lev http://www.eliannalev.com Writer, broadcaster, media consultant and storyteller Sun, 05 Feb 2012 06:34:03 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 Comment on I guess it hasn’t hit me yet by miller http://www.eliannalev.com/2012/01/i-guess-it-hasnt-hit-me-yet/comment-page-1/#comment-10590 miller Sun, 05 Feb 2012 06:34:03 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=1330#comment-10590 I also have a serious cute-girls-wearing hats-playing-ukuleles fetish that I can neither explain nor defend. I guess a few ukulele pics are out of the question also eh? If it makes a difference: you don't have to actually play the ukuele, just holding it would be fine. I also have a serious cute-girls-wearing hats-playing-ukuleles fetish that I can neither explain nor defend. I guess a few ukulele pics are out of the question also eh? If it makes a difference: you don’t have to actually play the ukuele, just holding it would be fine.

]]> Comment on I guess it hasn’t hit me yet by elly http://www.eliannalev.com/2012/01/i-guess-it-hasnt-hit-me-yet/comment-page-1/#comment-10532 elly Thu, 02 Feb 2012 21:42:01 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=1330#comment-10532 Not gonna happen buddy. I don't buy into fetishism. Not gonna happen buddy. I don’t buy into fetishism.

]]> Comment on I guess it hasn’t hit me yet by miller http://www.eliannalev.com/2012/01/i-guess-it-hasnt-hit-me-yet/comment-page-1/#comment-10352 miller Fri, 27 Jan 2012 09:00:57 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=1330#comment-10352 I enjoy your blog, but post a few more cigar pictures someday! I enjoy your blog, but post a few more cigar pictures someday!

]]> Comment on Wordless by miller http://www.eliannalev.com/2011/06/wordless/comment-page-1/#comment-3955 miller Sat, 04 Jun 2011 08:44:59 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=1031#comment-3955 Post some more cigar pictures! We need like a whole page of them! Post some more cigar pictures! We need like a whole page of them!

]]> Comment on Cracking Up by Mir http://www.eliannalev.com/2011/02/cracking-up/comment-page-1/#comment-1488 Mir Sat, 26 Feb 2011 00:12:12 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=940#comment-1488 Were you as good at poker as you are at ping pong? Really for sure for sure? Were you as good at poker as you are at ping pong? Really for sure for sure?

]]> Comment on ‘Weener! by Mir http://www.eliannalev.com/2010/11/weener/comment-page-1/#comment-537 Mir Fri, 05 Nov 2010 13:40:56 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=719#comment-537 I'm so glad you like my gave holiday now. Only 360 days until the next 1. I’m so glad you like my gave holiday now. Only 360 days until the next 1.

]]> Comment on ‘Weener! by mel http://www.eliannalev.com/2010/11/weener/comment-page-1/#comment-520 mel Mon, 01 Nov 2010 04:16:19 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=719#comment-520 You rock cult like no other. You rock cult like no other.

]]> Comment on Glucose Prozac by Dada http://www.eliannalev.com/2010/09/glucose-prozac/comment-page-1/#comment-290 Dada Mon, 06 Sep 2010 14:56:07 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=658#comment-290 What's in common between Charlie Chaplin Woody Allen and Elianna Lev? They are all my antihero's heroes What’s in common between Charlie Chaplin Woody Allen and Elianna Lev?
They are all my antihero’s heroes

]]> Comment on Glucose Prozac by sr http://www.eliannalev.com/2010/09/glucose-prozac/comment-page-1/#comment-286 sr Sun, 05 Sep 2010 20:23:02 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=658#comment-286 I have some black licorice stashed away somewhere... in case of emergency kind of thing... I have some black licorice stashed away somewhere… in case of emergency kind of thing…

]]> Comment on On mothers and beauty by Ynhr New http://www.eliannalev.com/2010/05/on-mothers-and-beauty/comment-page-1/#comment-249 Ynhr New Wed, 25 Aug 2010 02:58:33 +0000 http://www.eliannalev.com/?p=435#comment-249 I read this last evening... and today I found myself thinking of it... I guess this is the author's greatest pleasure :)... so I was sitting in the train... thinking about beauty... how you define beauty... and suddenly 4 young girls... 18 or so... got in... they were sitting next to me and I was really shocked when one of them looked at me and ask can you be the judge... can you tell her that she is the most beautiful girl... she pointed to her shy friend... I smiled... no one ever talked to me in a train... and so young... got my breath back and it was strange as I was just thinking of beauty... they were all beautiful... actually I find that each person has its own unique beauty... if just stop for a second to look... you have a smart beauty I said to one of them and you I said to the other had the most unique shy beauty... and she took her warm brown eyes down... you have a beauty of a princes i said to the one that asked me... and then I took a pause... it was quiet... the last girl was waiting... all 4 were looking at me... That will be our secret I told her... she approached me and I whispered something to her ear... her smile filled the train with light and vibes of good energy... I left the train and went toward my car... I must tell her what happened today... but a piece of the puzzle was missing... am I beautiful?... I guess I had a half of a smile that could turn quickly to something else... I want people to think that I am... why?... but when all tell me that my son looks just like me I always tell them... what a poor child... but he looks great... I wish I could be like him... but why all say that we look the same... am I beautiful? I then remembered that I always say that I can see the beauty in ones eyes... Ahhah... but I never look into my own eyes... and if I do I just criticize and try to improve... I can't see myself? Wow... that was new to me... where I am? I guess as a little girl you like to enjoy the warm support of your parents... when you grow up... it comes the time that they need you... it doesn't matter why... they never judged you... so try not judge them... sometime all that they need is just an ear to listen... the famous hug that you gave them when you were a child... come to think about it... the ear of one's child is the only place when they can be real... and tell their deepest thoughts... if one could tell his child whatever he feels... he will be very lonely... even if it is something that you do not like to hear... maybe being there for them is good... The true friendship of your gals makes you the most beautiful person in the world... this is what really matters... I was so red when she kissed me gently... magic moments in life. Thanks for reading this :) I read this last evening… and today I found myself thinking of it… I guess this is the author’s greatest pleasure :) … so I was sitting in the train… thinking about beauty… how you define beauty… and suddenly 4 young girls… 18 or so… got in… they were sitting next to me and I was really shocked when one of them looked at me and ask can you be the judge… can you tell her that she is the most beautiful girl… she pointed to her shy friend… I smiled… no one ever talked to me in a train… and so young… got my breath back and it was strange as I was just thinking of beauty… they were all beautiful… actually I find that each person has its own unique beauty… if just stop for a second to look… you have a smart beauty I said to one of them and you I said to the other had the most unique shy beauty… and she took her warm brown eyes down… you have a beauty of a princes i said to the one that asked me… and then I took a pause… it was quiet… the last girl was waiting… all 4 were looking at me… That will be our secret I told her… she approached me and I whispered something to her ear… her smile filled the train with light and vibes of good energy…

I left the train and went toward my car… I must tell her what happened today… but a piece of the puzzle was missing… am I beautiful?… I guess I had a half of a smile that could turn quickly to something else… I want people to think that I am… why?… but when all tell me that my son looks just like me I always tell them… what a poor child… but he looks great… I wish I could be like him… but why all say that we look the same… am I beautiful? I then remembered that I always say that I can see the beauty in ones eyes… Ahhah… but I never look into my own eyes… and if I do I just criticize and try to improve… I can’t see myself? Wow… that was new to me… where I am?

I guess as a little girl you like to enjoy the warm support of your parents… when you grow up… it comes the time that they need you… it doesn’t matter why… they never judged you… so try not judge them… sometime all that they need is just an ear to listen… the famous hug that you gave them when you were a child… come to think about it… the ear of one’s child is the only place when they can be real… and tell their deepest thoughts… if one could tell his child whatever he feels… he will be very lonely… even if it is something that you do not like to hear… maybe being there for them is good…

The true friendship of your gals makes you the most beautiful person in the world… this is what really matters… I was so red when she kissed me gently… magic moments in life. Thanks for reading this :)

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