Happy Canada Day to my fellow Canadian bloggers!
Sorry for being absent.
Sorry for not posting in a while.
Sorry for not sharing my thoughts.
Here’s some poutine.
On watery paths one strolls to clarity,
as a way to seek what flows within.
Through fog one tends to plead abundantly,
to grasp the right point to begin.
Blindly one reaches to find the trigger,
knowing the future holds no promise.
Of torn veins, and one is left to linger,
and push assurance into darkness.
A solace’s call disguises merits,
while effort ends a valuable connection.
One can burn attacks in spirits,
when succeeding with the right selection.
I’m 27 years old, so you probably expect me to pick a song by Nicki Minaj, Lady Gaga, or some random modern artist. But nope, I’m not sharing my buns with your anaconda or whatever vulgar word you fancy, nor am I sharing any poker faces, or having a bad romance with you.
I don’t listen to rap, personally. If my friends do, then I just have to listen for… moral support? If that makes any sense. They all sound the same to me, even though they probably don’t. If you make me listen to the same song, I will give you different artists’ names on different days; one day I’ll guess Chris Brown, and another day Drake, and other days Pitbull. I don’t even know if Pitbull raps. All I hear is his voice shouting something in half Spanish. I don’t know, music nowadays is a bit weird. Except for One Republic and Coldplay. They get a pass, just because.
Here my 3 picks.
1) Don’t Dream it’s over by Crowded House – Whenever I want a bit of motivation, I listen to this song; it can be interpreted in many ways. I know not everyone knows who they are, but then again, I don’t know who a lot of artists are in the present time. This my friends, makes us even 😉
2) Everything Enya! Ha ha ha. Yes, not exactly a song, but it’s hard to pick one Enya song. Please don’t make me choose! It’s like asking me whether or not I want to see Robert Downey Jr’s abs. Here a few songs I think you should listen to:
-Storms in Africa
-May it Be (aka one of the Lord of the Rings songs)
3) All the right moves by One Republic. If you listen to the lyrics, it’s very true.
4) Because I want to rebel, my number 4 pick is ‘Paradise’ by Coldplay. It’s one of my theme songs.
For my first assignment, I’m supposed to free write for 20 minutes and see what I can randomly come up with; no edits, no rewrites, just raw. Let’s see the clock…and here I go.
I don’t even know what to write, but I thought I’d share two random things I did today – if you know me, random is my middle name- which don’t make the best of stories, but they’ll do for the purpose of this assignment. Hey, there isn’t even a purpose, but to write for 20 minutes without stopping. Fine, they didn’t say you shouldn’t stop, but I am giving myself that extra task. I feel I should go back to the link and read, but I can’t stop.
Story #1: This isn’t really a story, but what I go through during this weather change. I walk to work most of the time, and the weather has been so inconsistent that I have found myself bringing two jackets to work; a winter one, and a light coat. It is pretty hilarious to my colleagues, because they always ask why would I bring two jackets. I always explain that it’s because I don’t know how the weather is going to change. What if it changes all of a sudden and it gets very windy and drops below zero? – Okay, I know what you’re thinking, and don’t give me that look. We all know the weather network is rarely accurate. It’s the job you still get to keep after a thousand mistakes (not hating). And, the end. That’s it. That’s the big story; I bring two coats to work.
Story #2: I was so tired today (hopefully not catching a cold). I went in the kitchen to fill a small container with corn chips, because I wanted a quick snack that wasn’t vegetables or fruits. I dropped one to the ground, just one, and guess what I wanted to do with it. On a regular non-tiring day, I would quickly throw it in the trash bin, but not this day. Well, to be precise, I THOUGHT about doing this. Instead of walking to the trash bin – it was in the kitchen and not far at all, but my brain made it seem like I had to marathon my way to it – I wanted to take the corn chip, walk to the front door and toss it out to the front yard. My logic at that moment? None whatsoever. I guess that corn chip would have fed a squirrel or a raccoon, but it still would’ve been quite the sight for my neighbours. If any of them would have happened to be recording, I would have ended on Youtube for extreme laziness/randomness. I can see this being some cult horror story, ‘Penguin of the Corn Chip,’ or a triumphant story of a girl who saves her neighbour wild animals in ‘Lord of the Chips’.
And my fellow bloggers, that’s my 20 minutes. Savour the moment and your wasted time reading this :p. Okay, it can’t be wasted. I’m sure you have learned something from this.
❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤
I was roaming the lands of Rivendell, when I noticed my Ipod was not charging properly (because everyone knows elves need their ipods); I figured it was the USB charger. I hopped on my pretend horse and rode to the mines of Moria in hopes of finding the exact same one. Apparently, the dwarves struck gold by the other side of the mountains, so I did not get a chance to make business with them. I could have dealt with the Balrog, but he was covered in flames, and I didn’t feel like getting a tan. After careful consideration, I decided to move onto the filthy lands of Mordor…
“But, Ellie, whatever do you mean? Why do you dare to go to those nasty lands?”
I know, but hear me first. I was in a hurry and I heard their products are high quality. Besides, I needed to do a bit of digging into their lives in order to build my army; this was my chance.
As soon as I arrived, I was welcomed like a threat; I had swords pointed at me, arrows shot by my side, and at least a hundred insults thrown at me by The Eye of Sauron. Did I care? Not really. I just wanted to get my charger so I could listen to my music. Surprisingly, these stenchy creatures understood and sold me the charger. But, they threatened me with war (as usual).
I rode back home to Rivendell with a glorious grin on my face, ready to charge my Ipod. What happened next? Well, the box was empty!!!!! I should have known not to make business with those orcses.
I packed my lembas bread and rode back to Mordor. I was fuming inside, but I smiled because I did not want to cause a riot (I was saving my energy for the war). I showed them the empty box and they tried to get me a new one, but turns out they didn’t have anymore in their supplies. I thought I had lost my well spent gold, when they offered to return the gold I paid with. I was astonished at their offer, and I took it in a jiff.
Oh, and now I have to go talk to Elrond during our Fellowship meeting, because Sauron reminded me of the pending war. I will not hear the end of this from Boromir (hey, in my defense, I RODE into Mordor).
If aliens have not invaded Earth, it is because of that quote in the title. I am getting worried about how society is slowly ending its principles. Why do people get so greedy and selfish?
First of all, FREE gifts are not FREE if you get it at the store you frequently stop by. Sure, it is FREE when they give it to you, but you have paid and will pay for it when making other purchases. Second, It is a FREE GIFT, F-R-E-E…FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Get over it if it isn’t what you expected. Do you throw the gifts you get for your birthday at your friends’ faces? No. At least, I hope you don’t o_O.
It is FREE for a reason. No refunds (because you didn’t pay for it). No price adjustments (because you didn’t pay for it). Yes, you can probably exchange for another one if you get a faulty one, but if supplies are gone, then don’t throw a tantrum about how your life is over.
I love Facebook to pass the time and connect with friends – when we are too lazy to use our cell phones -, but I do worry about privacy. I guess nothing is private no matter where you go, unless it’s your own bathroom and you know for certain there are no hidden cameras. But, if you believe in ghosts, they are probably watching you. You are never ALONE. Scary, isn’t it?
Jokes aside (well, not really), I did a bit of digging on my Facebook profile and I came across my past workplaces. If you know me, my Facebook does not have accurate info regarding my workplace and name. When I’m adding new people, I just ask them to give me THEIR name, because they will never find me.
Here’s my job description I wrote 4 years ago (not when I joined Facebook):
Hello fellow bloggers!
I am here to ask you for some feedback on my poetry. I hope you had the chance to read all or most of them. Please, be honest as I am working on my first poetry book! I’d like to enter the writing market with this genre :). Here are a few questions you may consider:
1) Do you prefer photographs to go with the poems? Do they influence your thoughts on the poem?
2) What kind of poems do you like?
3) If you have read any of my poems, pick your favourite and tell me how it made you feel?
4) Do you like a strong vocabulary?
Here’s a link to my poetry on this blog. Obviously, the poems I would like to appear in a book are not on this blog. Hey, if my work becomes known around the globe, it’d be awesome to share my beginnings with all of you :).
Thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my penguiny heart :p (I just made up that word)
My poems category
I am ready to submit 3 poems to a magazine contest. Will they pick them? Unlikely, but like any other struggling artist, I MUST start from somewhere. I always say my rejections can be anecdotes for my future children. It would make for a better life story – not to diminish anyone who achieved success right away –
These poems have to be unpublished, which means you won’t get to read them until they accept/reject them. It makes it even harder, because I cannot ask for your opinion! Normally, it is easy for me to write poems, because they come from my heart. When I write and do it well, I write as fast as I drool over my crushes. Today? That did not happen, and why?
1) It is a contest
2) It MUST be a well-crafted poem (no pressure, right?)
3) It is a contest
4) Lots and lots and thousands of entries
The pros is that there is no theme. Therefore, I have the freedom to write from my heart; that is if my brain will just stop interfering. The best I came up with was: I feel like a squished plum, rotting under the incandescent sun. But, do not worry, because that sentence will never be imprinted on any magazine. It’s like an embarrassing moment replaying in your head over and over again. When will the madness end?
The sense in being, I am comatose,
and the fern of your words spores through me.
I await to decide my propose,
before it silently floats to sea.
A desired breeze fogged with denial,
it reckons on my continuous welcoming –
what we imagine sings tunes so vile,
while we notice what we are becoming.
Cry! I clapped through wooded fences,
requiring solution to your deafening melodies.
I foresee your lack of senses,
but forgiving – you destroyed my enemies.
Our notion defies our contrast,
why the change, why the shame?
If we don’t gain, we learn from past,
we can go on without the blame.
If a heart desires, it perseveres,
without counting the broken pieces
it restores to try and fully heal –
it destroys the lost, it regains its peace.
It is what it is
what is it?
it is what it finds
a reason to be.
Anecdotes of a silly woman
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Verbosity in abundance
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
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