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Calm Nostalgia

Stressful and tiring days are inevitable. How do you disconnect from your routine? Do you sit in silence, or do you blast music and dance like a maniac?

My calm comes with nostalgia, because what makes me feel better also reminds me of what isn’t here anymore. I lay on my bed and slowly run my fingers through my hair. I turn the lights off and drift away in memory to my grandparents’ place. I used to be the first one up and would stare into the ceiling during sunrise, until I felt the need to check on my grandparents and sister.

When I was a kid, life seemed so simple; school, homework, have fun. But now, it’s all about the future. Problems that once felt minuscule, are now chaos that sometimes spiral out of control. And why must I worry? I’m not immortal. I think I worry because one day I’ll have kids, and I want to provide them with the same sense of simplicity. Will that happen? I don’t know, but I can live my life and find out later.

I am grateful for the nostalgic memories, because it is a reminder of something good in my life. If they weren’t good, why would I miss them, right?


❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

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Spider Dishonesty

Alright, I’m still on my quest to befriend spiders – you know, because that would be a proud achievement – and it was going so well, until a couple of days ago. My quest is simple; as long as spiders do not make me see them or bite me, they live. The other night…that didn’t happen.

I first spotted this…being…in the bathroom. I did not think much of it, because I was literally minding my own ‘business.’ For the first time, I was not scared of – okay, we’ll name this spider, Renzo – Renzo, I chose to let it go, because I thought he would run and never come back.

I went back into my room and there he was, in the middle of the floor. Why? I don’t know. For all I know, he wanted to slow dance with me – there there Ellie, don’t be so full of yourself, you think a spider wants to get it on with you – but there he was, full of pestilence, staring and creepy-crawling. Now, he rests under my shoe. I was not sorry at that moment, but I regretted it in the end. I’m going to try to do better next time. Hey! At least, I don’t freak out anymore…heh…

My friend says killing a spider is 20 years of bad luck. Add that to my broken mirrors, me walking under ladders. I should be dead by now!

Spiders: Nature’s way of flipping you the bird.

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

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Toilet Paper Doomsday

In a day like no other, as you prepare for a productive day (or pretend it’s going to be productive), you do what most people do after waking up; you empty your tank. It is a simple thing you could do in the middle of the night, when you are awaken by your bladder, with a gnawing discomfort that rushes down your legs. Sometimes, you take action and make an effort to alleviate the bladder-full sensation – mostly when you have nightmares and want to reset your sleep – but other times, you toughen up and go back to your dreams, even if it means hallucinating waterfalls.

It’s all fine, it really is, until you are awake and find yourself leaking droplets as you rush to the magic bowl. And then it hits you, you aren’t senile, and senile people are prepared and wear diapers. You are not toddler potty training either, so that is not an excuse. Who are you trying to find an excuse for, anyway? These thoughts are all running through your head.

Ding! Ding! You are about to panic. The toilet roll is almost finished and you barely had enough for the morning. You always plan ahead and you know you have more toilet rolls in the cabinet (after all, you always buy before you run out). This time, however, you seem to have misplaced the backup supplies – misplace is a word you use in your head when you are in denial of your own negligence – but, there is a store near your workplace and you can buy a few rolls. And you do, and you are happy with your rolls, like you have just received your first Nintendo console. Even your co-workers stare at your proud grinning, and stay away from you for the day. But, you don’t care, because you know that after work, your “cushions” will be all taken care of.

You come home, relax, have dinner, and get ready for sleep. You reach for the new toilet roll, but it isn’t there. You forgot to take it out of bag when you came home. You live home alone so you walk like a penguin with your pants down, rummaging through your things to find it. There is nothing, and you retrace your steps only to find out that you never came home with the bag.

When you are in a panic, nothing logical comes to mind. A shower would solve things, but what about in the morning? What would you use? Q-tips? Tissues? Paper towels? A towel? Napkins? A loofah? You could, and only you would know about it.

As you waddle back to the bathroom feeling defeated, you turn some lights off, fix a few tilted picture frames, and close your hallway closet. You come to a full stop and remember why the closet was left opened. You slide the doors and you find 24 rolls of toilet paper.

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Happy WordPress Anniversary to me!

My wordpress one year Anniversary was a few days ago :p and I just realized this! As a celebration, I took my blog out to dinner and drank red wine. My fingers typed the night away and it was a very romantic-technological moment.

I need to return to blogging again. I haven’t felt inspiration lately, not even randomness. I guess this post counts as randomness and it will not inspire you in any way – unless you want a quick read in the bathroom.

Anyways, here’s a photoshop by me. RDJ and LOTR!


❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤