How did this penguin obsession start?

By now, every single person who knows me gets me penguin-related merchandise (and I love them for it!). It is a well-known fact of Ellie that she LOVES penguins, she adores them, she’s obsessed. But, why? And how did it all begin?

Random person reading this post: “Because they’re so cute!!!!!!!!!! I could squeeze them (in a good non-harmful way)!!”

Of course! That’s one of the reasons I love them so much, but it’s not the only one. You see, I didn’t always love penguins.

I had a very awesome good-hearted dog when I was little, who was tragically struck by a car. It wasn’t the drivers fault. My dog just ran out of the house (I did the same when I was 2 years old, so it wasn’t a surprise that my dog and I were BFFs) and into the highway. Why? I don’t know, but I lost my companion that day and I was heartbroken — it also didn’t help that I saw him covered in a bag on the street. Even though I missed him afterwards, I still loved dogs, and my family got a new one after we got over the trauma. Thing is, this new dog was VERY hyper and wouldn’t leave my sis alone, so they picked another home for him. After that, I longed to share a bond with an animal (and humans too, but you know, this is an animal-themed post, just for the record). I loved them. I even asked my cousin to borrow her dog for a day – pfft, I was desperate. I would dance with my other cousin’s dog at their annual New Year’s Eve party – I literally held his paws and we danced as partners, no joke, and he liked it. Eventually, it started to wear off.

I moved on to other animals. I collected roly-polies, ants and sometimes ladybugs. In addition, I befriended the fish my classmates and I used for the science fair, but sadly they moved on to fish heaven, thanks to a teacher who overfed them during our absence (not on purpose I should add). After that, all I could do was hang out with the dissected animals in the science lab, which gave me the creeps, but I was mesmerized by the variety of species that stood around me; they weren’t live animals, but they were animals nonetheless. I wasn’t crying in despair from the fact I couldn’t have pets, I just loved animals, simple as that.

Throughout most of my high school years, however, my focus on animals was only kept during science class, or whenever my friends and I sung the theme song of Hamtaro (this was way before I got my late hamster, Viggy Sidney). It was during Senior year where my obsession with animals ignited again (I liked dolphins during this time), when I thought of becoming a marine biologist. I honestly don’t know where that came from. Perhaps it was the fact I liked dolphins then, or that my parents were biologist and I wanted follow into their footsteps. As expected, I destroyed the heck out of that idea, when I realized I only wanted to do it, so I could hold marine creatures (including penguins). Despite my eagerness to hold a penguin, I wasn’t obsessed, yet. In fact, I moved on to, aliens.

Did you stop laughing? No?

How about now?  No?

Now? Yes? Ok, moving on.

I was obsessed with aliens. I watched alien movies, and my dad even got me an alien book and DVD. I wanted to make contact with aliens so bad. I bought an astronomy book and UFO books to see if I could decode any attempts from aliens trying to communicate with us. At one point I wondered whether or not I was human and hoped the aliens had sent me from their kingdom to investigate human behaviour. I was hoping for an alien invasion, because I would’ve been the first to volunteer to be taken. I even wanted an Alienware computer, because it had an alien on it. My messenger display picture was of an alien, my aim messenger had alien messages. However, as fast as that obsession came, it went away throughout a week period, sneakily transforming into a liking of hamsters. Sadly, this was triggered by the sudden passing of my grandma. I got my hamster Viggy Sidney a few months after she passed away, to keep me company. And he did, he was the best hamster I’ve ever had (because he was he only hamster I ever had). It was also during this time when my penguin obsession was made present, having seen the second Madagascar animated film.

At first I thought they were cute, and was playing with the idea of making them my permanent fixation. I bought penguin stickers and changed my display pictures to penguins. It wasn’t until I read more about them and re-watched the Madagascar movies a few more times that I fell in love with them. These awesome creatures live to the fullest and make the most of out the fact they can’t fly. They waddle and enthral us with their clumsiness, and do not get embarrassed. They experts say they “steal” stones from their neighbours to impress future companions, but since when is it illegal to take your neighbours’ rocks? They’re mischievous and mysterious. You have to give them credit for facing danger everyday, they’re like the James Bond of Antarctica; their natural gear protects them from the insane cold (which we could use here in Ontario), and their grooming skills makes them look dashing. How romantic are they that they propose using a pebble? Sign me up for that love story! They remind me of how to be simple, and how to not give a care of what anyone else thinks. They’re risk takers and are smart. They’re adorable, but can be intimidating when they want to. They’re themselves and not afraid to show off their awesomeness. They were given a simple body, but were Blessed with the eagerness to fulfil their lives with adventures, love, and clumsiness.

One of my goals is to hold a penguin for at least a minute. I’ve only seen them, but have never held one. Here are a few pictures of penguins. First one is my latest addition to my penguin collection :D. It was given to me by one of my best friends. I named him, Leo. The other two were taken in Vancouver.

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Random Photo of the Day #6…with a Story Starter!

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing well :). Mother Nature is on an constant PMS routine here in Ontario. She told the weather people we were going to have freezing rain and snow overnight and in the morning. Well, we had snow and that’s it. It didn’t even last long. Way to scare us Mother Nature! It’s not even Halloween! But, let’s move on to the photo of the day.

The theme for today is your lovely pets! When I was a child I had dogs, worms, roly-polies in a cookie tin, imaginary elf friends (not exactly pets, but they seemed to have acted that way), ants, and I think that’s it. My family and I stopped having pets, because we moved a few times and we all had busy lives. I didn’t have another pet until college, which was a pet hamster named Viggy Sidney. He was the coolest rodent in the universe, always mischievous and funny – We used to watch the movie “Ratatouille” together. I mentioned him in one of my earlier posts: https://worldruler007.wordpress.com/2014/02/11/my-late-hamster-the-actor/

Pets are not just that, they’re your companions, they’re there for you when you need them (if you don’t feel like talking to a human). So, today’s random photo of the day is dedicated to all those furry and non-furry creatures that put a smile on your face.

How about you? Did you or do you have pets?

Story Starter: My favourite pet companion is/was…

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^^^ made the day Viggy Sidney lefts for the hamster heavens

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^^^ Viggy Sidney wishing upon a star (just like his mommy)

Lollipops make me cranky, but I still like them

Oh dear, I have such a sweet tooth. Surprisingly, my dentist told me I have no cavities (well, I don’t eat sugary treats ALL the time). I like lollipops, they’re fun, but they make me cranky. They’re sneaky little treats that scratch your tongue at the right moment. Do they have an artificial mind of their own? Just when you start to enjoy the flavour, it decides to attack. And okay, I wouldn’t mind if the lollipop was the only thing I was eating during the day, but what makes me cranky is that I can’t eat anything afterwards, without the feeling of my tongue being stung by a swarm of wasps.

Here, I thought my ‘period’ was bad. Try getting betrayed by a sugar treat and losing your appetite, because your injured tongue can’t seem to enjoy the foods you want to eat. At least, when you’re on your “day of the month” you can binge on chocolates, pizza, chips, cry, rant, Netflix, all while you roll sideways in your bed. But, there’s no way to get back at this sugary treat. Sure, you can stop eating lollipops once and for all, but like I said, it is very sneaky and you WILL get a craving for it at one point or another. 

I still like lollipops and always will, but it seems like you can never win with desserts. You either gain weight or your mouth gets beaten. Oh humans, why couldn’t you create desserts that help you lose weight?

 

Of course! The world rules me today!

For Pete’s sake, stop the spam!

We humans need to evolve, and we are not going to get anywhere if we continue with the spam. It’s a bit more controlled than a few years ago, but it doesn’t make it less annoying. Or maybe it just seems like it is controlled, because most of us don’t fall for it anymore (come on, just admit it, you did fall for the ghost-curse-ridden chain letter).

My eyes are just getting a bit tired. It’s like being constipated. Spam is just something we can’t get rid of. I ask, is it worth it? Well, I guess for them it is, since it is easy to send Spam and make a profit out of it. Karma will get them one day.

Not very dear, and hideous Spammers,

It has come to my attention how annoying you are, and ask you to please get a real job and contribute to a good future for our planet, instead of destroying every single soul.

1) I don’t want to learn more about my prostrate, I’m a woman!

2)I don’t want the money I’ve just “won.” If it were true, I’d be a trillionaire by now. Besides, you told me I won 10k, but the next guy said 1 million. Who do you think I’d reply to?

3) I don’t care if I’m going to be chased by a ghost, if I fail to forward your silly chain letter. In fact, bring on the ghosts! I’d rather hang out with them, than reading your trash.

4) I don’t care how much Billy, Florence, or your aunt Helen make an hour.

5) I don’t care that you’re telling me to click on your link for the latest news, when I’m already on a news website!

6) I don’t want your “face” skin products. Guess what? If my face doesn’t age, my body will, and I’ll die someday anyway. I’m MORTAL. I’m HUMAN.

7) And my love life is none of your business.

Not sincerely, because I want to punch you and throw you into the depths of HELL,

Internet user

Of course! The world has struck me once more, and rules me today.