Have you ever attempted to play a musical instrument?

I was watching one of my favourite videos on YouTube and it reminded me of my attempts to play the piano, recorder, flute, you name it…I was definitely born without musical skills. I have a theory that the reason my family and I moved a lot is because the neighbours gathered together and complained to my parents regarding my awful music skills.

This is the video I was just talking about. Honestly, it will inspire you to make amends, make you cry, give you chills, seriously make you rethink your purpose in life:

I’m gonna show this to my sister, and I’m sure she’ll definitely agree that was me trying to play the recorder, the flute, and the piano. I give her credit for trying to teach me; she’s the music genius, not me. She got her talent from my grandpa who was a musician. I inherited his basketball skills.  My uncle taught me how to play a bit of the accordion, and my best friend tried to teach me acoustic guitar. But, hey, at least I tried to learn, and I do remember the basics, but I’m not Beethoven.

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How about you? Any music gifts?

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Daily Prompt: A Name for Yourself

The Daily Prompt for today: Some writers’ names have becomes adjectives: Kafkaesque, marxist, Orwellian, sadistic. If your name (or nickname, or blog name) were to become an adjective, what would it mean?

 

Mischievous. I’m always up to something (not evil) and I like to prank my friends :p. You can even add the word ‘clumsy’ because I’m usually dropping things, bumping into walls, etc. Every time I notice a bruise somewhere on my body, I’m not surprised anymore. Perhaps, I should watch carefully where I go, but I think it’s mostly because I’m always on the move. The word ‘creative’ also comes to mind, because my friends are always wondering where I get all my ideas from. I don’t think they have me all figured out just yet, which I guess leads to yet another word, ‘mysterious.’ Honestly, the only ones who truly know me are my family and my BFFs. You know, not everyone understands a daydreamer :p

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❤ ❤ ❤ 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 ❤ ❤ ❤

I have witnessed the funniest moments

When I was little I’d stay at my cousin’s house for part of the summer. Most of my cousins were older than me, so there were things I wasn’t allowed to do (for example, I had an earlier curfew), but that didn’t stop them from asking for my help when they needed it —I never said no, even though they used to steal my candy.

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It was a sunny day and I had finished getting ready to go out with my cousin. She stepped in the shower and while I waited, I watched TV. I didn’t hear any commotion, but all of a sudden I heard a voice calling me. It was a low voice, so at first I thought I was just crazy or it was the show I was watching, but it wasn’t until I answer to said voice that I realized it was my cousin calling from the bathroom. She wasn’t calling for help, per se, but she sounded like she had done something she shouldn’t have done. As soon as I opened the door, I saw it, the shower curtain rod had fallen after my cousin grabbed the towel that was hanging from it. I wish I could show what her face looked like. She shook her head sideways while she tried to say ‘oops.’  It was kind of like this, except with a more guilty look:

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After laughing hysterically for a minute (or so), I helped her, but we noticed the whole rod had broken, so we did have to tell our aunt. They didn’t get mad, and they laughed, as well. Phew!

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Daily Prompt: Witness Protection

The Daily Post asks: When you do something scary or stressful — bungee jumping, public speaking, etc. — do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or by strangers? Why?

My parents are opposite; my dad hates heights and speed, but my mum craves it (which is why she wants to go paragliding in the summer). This set me up for a whirlwind of emotions, because I crave speed and adventure, but at the same time I am a chicken clucking and clinging to my soul. I never succumbed to peer pressure when my friends and I went on rollercoasters, and I only agreed to go on them, because deep down I wanted to so bad, even if it meant fainting in the middle of the ride (which I didn’t). Because I’m not a big fan of crowds, I prefer to have at least a friend or family member with me, for emotional support (or emotional destruction if they encourage me to go on a ride of terror).

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Daydreaming is my unpaid internship

I have shared the first page of my novel with a few friends and family and have received positive feedback. The common question is, “How did you come up with all this? How did you think of the names?” The answer is, daydreams and dreams have become my unpaid internship. I intentionally daydream and dream my entire novel, in order to put realism in it. I’m basically creating the entire world and scenarios in my head, as I go on with my daily life. I can lucid dream, and this allows me to continue working on it while I’m sleep. I don’t know how I do it, but thank goodness I can.

I came up with the name for my main character while I was in the bathroom. It was definitely not my intention to do so, but ideas just come and go, and the name was so good I didn’t want to flush it down the toilet (pun totally intended). I’m not proofreading at the moment, because it is wasting too much time, and I want to make sure I have the story written down. There are a few holes I need to patch, but I have learned not to worry about the final details, in case the plot changes along the way. I have learned to control my daydreaming, because if I want to pay the bills right now, I need to be able to work with society. I used to zone out a lot, but now I only do when I allow myself to do so. It isn’t easy, because my novel is part of my life and it is hard to stop the ideas flowing in, but I’m managing. I have to admit, there are days where it kills me inside when I don’t pay attention to my writing voice, or when I cannot daydream, and it does cause me stress, but I use my days off to let the dreams escape and the words come to fruition on paper (or Word document). It doesn’t make it 100% better, but I have learned to accept it and to be grateful for what I have.

I believe to a certain extent that my daydreaming is a symptom of me being an Empath (read this website) and that’s why I live to dream and shut down if something won’t let me do it. The reason I’m writing this post is because I have discovered this recently (specifically, yesterday). Events in my life finally make sense, dots have been connected. Some people thought I was crazy when I predicted deaths in my family, or when I knew how they felt before they told me what was happening. It is not scientifically proven, but I can tell you all the traits you read on that website are mostly true for me (the meat and antique ones do not apply to me entirely nor depression). But, this probably explains why I don’t do well in crowds and why I don’t like strangers rubbing off on me when they pass by. If I have to be in a crowd, for example when I go out with friends, then I do it without complaining. It doesn’t mean I cry and scream if I’m around too many people, but I get tired by the end of the day. I don’t know where I can go from here, but whether I’m an Empath or not, at least now I know I’m not the only one with those traits :).

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Robert Downey Jr. approves of me!

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Regret – A to Z challenge

A to Z Challenge letter: R

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Regret

Live without regrets, that sounds simple, right? Well, it isn’t and it will never be. I do not regret events in my life as much anymore, because there is no point on dwelling in the past. However, there is one thing I would’ve loved to do more – talk to my grandma more. Whenever I mention this, my family and friends think I’m being too hard on myself. I talked to my grandma, a lot, but I feel I should’ve asked her more questions and found out more about her history. Of course, after she passed away I clung onto my grandpa and drained all the stories I could out of him. He was happy sharing how he met my grandma and what they did together. They met when they were teenagers and stayed together until she passed away at age 79, in 2007. It’s amazing how much detail my grandpa remembered, but it goes to show you that love does amazing things. Because I did live in regret after her passing, I tried to make up for what I could not do with her, by reaching to my grandpa. I do wish I could’ve heard his stories through her voice, though. I understand now that even though I wish I could’ve done more, she did leave a great legacy and I got to listen to it through my grandpa’s voice. Their love helped me believe in love again.

If you live in regret, try not to, it does hurt your mind and soul. Instead, learn from past mistakes and focus on the positive that came out of them. After my grandpa passed away last year, I did not regret anything. I spoke to him as often as I could during his last year, and hearing me gave him peace and he let me know that. I have to tell you, there were times when I asked my mum a hundred times if he really was sick, because whenever he talked to me he would sound like he did in his younger years. She told me he was excited to hear and see me and my voice made his pain disappear.

Our last goodbye:

Me: Love you, gramps!

Grandpa: Love you, too! Peace and Love!

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Sunshine Award – but, I’m breaking the rules. 10 things about myself

After hanging out with Darth Vader, I have decided to join the dark side…well, not really, but don’t tell him or he’ll get me at night. The awesome The Write Might has nominated me for the Sunshine Award. Thank you so much!! His posts are always fun to read, so check it out!

I have decided to break the rules a little bit, because even though I am extremely grateful for the kindness of those who have nominated me, I do feel my award posts sound a bit like spam. So, I want to add the fun in spam, and change the word to ‘SFUN’ which means super fun –yea, I totally made that up, but don’t ruin my moment :p.

Instead of nominating just a few bloggers, I’m nominating all my followers. I’m not going to post links, BUT do leave a comment here so others may see you :), that is if you want to. I don’t want to put anyone on the spot; I know the feeling. My friend persuaded me to sing in public the other day…yea…I only sing in the shower, so you know how that “performance” turned out.

I will follow the usual ‘talk about yourself’ rules, so that my lovely bloggers may get to know me a bit more.

 

10 things about myself

1) I dislike slow walkers who obstruct the way

2) I once received an automatic A+ in science thanks to my wonderful team’s science project for the science fair

3) One day, I’d like to dress up as a broccoli for fun.

4) I’m addicted to QuizUP (my username: ellie007)

5) When I was little I used to recite poetry for my friends and family. I think my first poem was something like: My dad is a fireman (no he wasn’t) my mum is a doctor (no she wasn’t) …

6) My best friend and I chased Leonardo DiCaprio in downtown Vancouver. I wore heels…

7) I used to tease my sister a lot, and one day I was chasing her (what is it with me and chasing?) around the house, and I crashed onto the glass door and cut my elbow. Luckily, I didn’t get stitches.

8) I rarely get sick. The last time I got the flu was more than 5 years ago.They love me at work.

9) I love Fruits & Passion products. I’m their one number customer.

10) Whenever I’m sad, I think about the times I walked on the beach with my grandparents.

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Luxury – A to Z challenge

A to Z challenge letter: L

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Luxury

Luxury to me is not about materialism, but about the jewels of the heart. Even though, I have experienced many heartbreaks. I still hold on to my good memories and I am happy to say I do live a luxurious life. thanks to my upbringing. I did not find out what I’m about to share with you, until I was older. My grandpa was diagnosed with cancer when I was little and the doctors only gave him a 2% (if I remember the number correctly) chance of survival. Back then, my family owned a few properties, meaning we were financial stable. not rich I may add. My mum and grandma had a choice to make, which took them less than a second to agree on a decision; they were going to sell it all and fight the cancer battle alongside my grandpa. Sure enough, he made a miraculous recovery and went on to live a fruitful life. Had they chose not to selfless give up their material possessions, I would not have had the chance to get to know the wonderful man my grandpa was. He was a father figure to me and for that I am extremely grateful. I often wonder how I would’ve turned out had he not lived so long. Would I have been spoiled? Well, not that I wasn’t, after all grandparents will always be grandparents, it is their duty to spoil their grandchildren :p. But, would my soul be capable of being so thankful today? I don’t know how the death of my grandpa would’ve affected us then. My mum had a very Faithful upbringing, so I don’t think I would’ve turned out bad, but I do wonder sometimes. Their love for my grandpa and the selfness to come to his aid when they needed him most, are the acts of love in my life that have left a luxurious impact in my heart. They loved him, they saved him, they saved me. Sadly, my grandpa passed away last year, on May 27th, after losing a battle with cancer. He was 85. But he fulfilled his destiny and left an amazing legacy for me to continue.

Luxury isn’t always material possessions, but memories preserved as jewels in your heart.

<3<3<3 Love, Ellie <3<3<3