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?

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

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Daily Prompt: Antique Antics

Today’s daily promptWhat’s the oldest thing you own? (Toys, clothing, twinkies, Grecian urns: anything’s fair game.) Recount its history — from the object’s point of view.

The oldest thing I own? You mean, besides myself? (small lame joke of the day :p). I have to tell you, when I was little I used a lot of my toys and clothes until I couldn’t play with them anymore, unless I had an emotional attachment to them. In a way, the toys and clothes served their purpose. One of the oldest things I own is a giraffe that was given to me by one of my uncles. I can’t remember how old I was, but I recall when he gave it to me. For no particular reason, I just fell in love with the giraffe, and I took great care of it. Assuming I was around 6 years old, this giraffe was given to me 20 years ago and it’s still in great shape! Funny enough, I didn’t give it a name :p.

If the giraffe were to say something from its point of view, it would say: “Thank you for not destroying me after all this years”.

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Daily Prompt: Terminal Time

The daily prompt for today: You’re at the airport, your flight is delayed for six more hours, and none of your electronic devices is working. How do you pass the time?

Well, the same way I survived my childhood; by reading, writing, drawing. You know, back when there was a life outside of technology. If anything, I’d scare other people with my terrible singing until they change their flight and I can get the plane all to myself (I’d have to make sure I don’t scare the crew, though). It’s sad that a few hours without electronic devices can be seen as a nightmare. I’m 26 and while I feel like a dinosaur sometimes, I remember finding something else to do when my walkman didn’t work. If I was with my sister, we’d play I-Spy, or if I was in the car with my cousins travelling to the countryside, we would make fun of my uncle’s under-the-speed-limit driving (snails looked like daredevils next to him).

I can definitely see myself breaking the news to teenagers.

Me: Unfortunately, due to unexpected circumstances, technology is out of limits for the next 6 hours.

Teenagers: o_O

Me: No selfies for 6 hours!

Teenagers: =start a riot=

 

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 ❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Daily Prompt: Snapshot Stories

It’s time for another Daily Prompt.

This is me when I was 4 years old. I remember it was a short trip to a park for a picnic with my Preschool, and I went on the swings with my classmates. I look like I’m a plotting something in the picture, but I think I was just caught by surprise :p. Later on, I tried to go up the tallest slide, but I fell and landed on the gravel (ouch!). I, of course cried, but I kept going :p. I just went to another tall slide and my mom took a picture of me with a look of terror. When I was little, I had a fear of slides, but for some weird reason I still tried to go on them. I blame it on both of my parents; my dad hates heights, my mom loves adrenaline.

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Your Ipod breaks: An Apocalypse

My best friend’s Ipod broke today, and we had a moment of silence for it before she RAN to the store to get a new one. Because my friends, when your Ipod breaks, all hell breaks loose.

 

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The power music has on you is immense, you can’t live without it when it is part of routine to listen to it when: you go for a walk, to the gym, to help you sleep, to inspire you, to write, etc. I remember when I was in my pre-teens (more than 13 years ago o_O) I couldn’t live without my CD player and Walkman. There was a time when my sister broke my Sony walkman, which was very dear to me, and I thought life was over. Of course, my parents taught me a lesson not to make a big deal over objects you can replace, but I realized listening to music meant a lot to me.

 In reality, it’s not the Ipod itself that matters to you when it breaks, but the connection you lose when it happens. The connection that helps inspire you or get you through a bad day, when you listen to your favourite songs. Which is why as soon as you get your new Ipod, you don’t spend time admiring the machine, but you quickly start transferring all your playlists.

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Just remember not to lose yourself in unnecessary despair; Ipods can be replaced. You can still listen to music on your laptop, your phone, ipad, etc. It does feel like an Apocalypse, but it’s no more than roadblock.

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

The beach and childhood

I love marine life, the ocean, sea shells, anything that has to do with water. However, tot only am I not an excellent swimmer, but I haven’t swum in the ocean for quite a while. There is no specific reason as to why, but I think it’s because I like to sit and appreciate the beauty, instead of invading it. I still submerge my feet, just not my entire body. Perhaps, it’s due to my positive childhood memories, and the good advantage I’ve taken of the beach. I don’t know. Maybe, I just got bored of it. After all, I grew up going to the beach and I even went camping on the beach.

My best friend and I used to go to the beach with our mums when we were little, and one day we went to this beach known (but unknown to us) for its high waves. Our mums were getting lunch ready and my friend I went by the shore to collect sea shells and rocks. Being the risk-takers that we were, we decided to go in a bit deeper but we faced our backs towards the waves so we could see our mums. Sure enough, they noticed we were too close to the waves and asked us to go back to the shore, but before we could there, a big wave approached. I remember looking under my legs and my eyes bulging. I yelled, “run” but before we could get ashore, the breaking wave caught up with us. It wasn’t a humongous wave, but it looked very big to us.We were fine, and we laughed it off after the initial scared faded.

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One of my favourite memories is walking on the beach with my late grandparents. We used to buy ice cream and walk on the sidewalk and sand. I remember my grandma and I used to laugh at the fact my grandpa and sister took forever deciding which ice cream to buy.  My grandpa and I would go to the rocks and stone skip into the water. I, of course, picked up the heavy ones because I loved the rippling effect they made in the water. Usually, there weren’t a lot of people nearby, so it was safe to do it. One of the most vivid memories I have of them. I even recall the smells!

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Do you have any good memories of the beach?

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

So, my cousin and I liked the same guy for about 1 or 2 years…

I was around 11 and my cousin was 13, the guy was 14-15 (can’t remember). My first cousins and I grew up together; we saw each other all the time, hung out at each others’ houses during the summer, and apparently had crushes on the same guy…

 

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He was one of the kids from my cousin’s neighbourhood who would hang out with us. This was back in the day, when kids played outside without fear! We used to play hide-and-seek before we were called to dinner. I remember one day I begged to be let out at night with my cousins, just to play hide-and-seek and dodgeball on the streets with them —because it was so hardcore to play those games at 10 pm. I miss those days!

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Anyway, yes we liked the same guy and it was good; there was no competition. As a matter of fact, I clearly remember one day when we both went into my aunt’s room and put on make up and sprayed gallons of perfume, just to impress him. He was my male cousin’s best friend at the time, and we were grateful for this, because that meant he would visit every time we were there (we waited by the window like snails glued on a wall). There was non-stop drooling, and that was helpful, because my aunt never had to worry about washing the floors.

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Long story short, she ended up going out with him a couple of times, because she was closer to his age. I reconnected with him on Facebook a couple of years ago, and it brought good memories (I’m not attracted to him anymore). Unfortunately, we lost communication again. But, my relatives still love to tease me and my cousin about it. It’s funny, because I thought we were subtle about us crushing over him, but I guess not.

How about YOU? Has this ever happened to you?

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

What did you want to be when you were a kid?

One of the kids I used to babysit told me one day he wanted to be a hockey player (Go Canucks!) and a sushi chef. I told him If he ever became a famous Vancouver Canucks hockey player (or Montreal Canadiens), he needed to make sure I got VIP tickets to all of his games :D. I may have also told him I’d wear a t-shirt with his baby picture on it :p and the following text: “=his name= ‘s biggest fan since diapers”. Honestly, I don’t think he’d mind if I did that. I’m the only one (besides his parents) who can hug him in public; he’s 8 years old.

I wanted to be so many things when I was a kid:

-Doctor: because removing a splinter from my sister’s foot would automatically make me one

 

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-Marine Biologist: I loved looking at the water and sea creatures. Oddly enough, I didn’t like to swim.

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-Astronaut: I wanted to meet aliens. That’s it.

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-Basketball player: I played basketball until High School, and I even watched games on TV. I was a fan of the Sacramento Kings during that phase (the time where I lived in the U.S.). I was 5’2” then.

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Chef: I wanted to become a pastry chef, only pastry because I didn’t like seafood and didn’t want to be forced to eat it :p. Then I got a burn and became a chicken.

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-Animator: I went to college for 3D Animation & Modeling. This was my second career choice. My first one was Writing. No regrets, but the former wasn’t my true passion and call.

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I think that covers everything, but if I remember more, I’ll share later :p. How about YOU?

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Daily Prompt: You confident thing

The daily post asks: You sexy thing: Tell us about your best confidence outfit. Don’t leave out the shoes or the perfect accessories.

 

When I read the question, I giggled like a kid. It just caught me off-guard. Usually the daily post will have a different word usage.

For many years, I wished I had the confidence I had when I was little. But, not anymore! My outfits do not contribute to my confidence. I honestly can feel ‘sexy’ or ‘hot’ or whatever you want to call it, wearing sweats and a bunnyhug (I have friends from Saskatchewan). One could have the sexiest outfit in the entire universe – providing aliens wear clothes – and still have low self-esteem. I feel good in anything; dresses, heels, flats, sweaters, jackets, raincoats, etcetera.  There should not be just the one outfit that makes you feel good, because there isn’t one for every moment in your life. Keep it that way, do not let clothing define your confidence, but shine through it and make others see your soul before the outfit.

This is me throwing a performance for my grandparents when I was a kid.

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Through the eyes of my childhood: Chapter Three – Prankster

This is Chapter 3 of a series I started a while back, where I tell a story from my childhood and find similarities to who I am today.

Prankster

You know by now that I used to…fine, I still am, but not as much…be a hyper girl. I kept myself busy, recited poetry in front of relatives, teased my sister, and of course played pranks on others. I wasn’t a mean prankster or anything, I meant no harm, I just wanted to tease.

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I did the prank calls, scared my friends, the coin on the ground prank, etc. One that  I will never forget is the gum prank I played on my older cousin. I filled gum with non-toxic (because that somehow makes it less evil) ink and brought it with me to his house. He was my target, because he used to tease me, and I wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine (remember, I was young). I offered him gum, but I told him not to swallow the juice — see? I wasn’t that bad — and he took the gum.

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Soon after his sister and I started laughing, his mouth was covered in blue ink. He knew something wasn’t right, so he ran to the nearest mirror. He screamed and yelled for my uncle to come.  I knew I was going to get in trouble. My uncle tried not to laugh when he saw him, and you won’t believe what he said, “Suck it up! It’s just a prank.” I was speechless, he was okay with it? Well, not entirely, he did told me not to do it again, but he heard of the prank and knew it wasn’t dangerous. I was content that my prank actually worked, and my cousin didn’t forgive me for a while, but we moved on.

Today, I still play pranks, but they’re pretty harmless. I like to prank my best friend into thinking her phone network is messed up, by sending her the same text message 20 times in a row. Sometimes, I even play pranks without even noticing. She loves monkeys like I love penguins (probably why we get along so well), and she has one on her room ceiling, just hanging around (I did not notice for a long time). One day we were on her computer and while I was waiting for her to finish, I looked up and saw the monkey, I literally screamed so loud that my friend thought I was dying. No joke. I laughed so hard after. It’s like I play pranks without even trying :p

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And this is me throwing a performance :p

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤