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 ❤ ❤ ❤

Have you ever sent texts to the wrong person?

Sending text messages by error are totally hilarious to the person who receives them, but they can be nerve-wrecking to the sender. I have done it many times, and still to this day I have to double check who I send my messages to:

Me: Can you believe what he did???

=friend doesn’t respond for a while=

I’m thinking: Wait, did I send it to him by mistake??!!!

Friend responds: No! It was awful

=sigh of relief=

Most of the time, my texts are inside jokes, but I still would not want certain people to read them, just in case they misunderstand them. When you read a text, you read it with your own voice and perceive it differently from the original sender’s intent. This can cause the receiver to feel her friend is mad at her, when in fact she was just venting. But, moving on, I received this hilarious text from someone, and it was not meant for me :p:

“she farted so intense that she peed herself a lil”

What the heck, right? I couldn’t stop laughing. I didn’t ask her about it, but all I said was, “er..I think you sent this to the wrong person,” and she laughed.

Has this ever happened to you?

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Countless Power – A to Z Challenge

Today’s A to Z challenge letter is ‘C’

 

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Countless Power

“Cannot” is a word we frequently use, sometimes when we shouldn’t. There are times we fail to see our “Countless power,” and I’m not talking about magical powers or a variety of sorcery. I’m talking about the ability to see our capabilities as human beings and as ourselves; it is a tool that we can use to heal the rough patches we must face. Realistically speaking, we will be led through unwanted roads, where we will need to rely on our inner power to escape. As it pertains to all of us, there is no way to predict such circumstances; however, why are we so fearful and non-confident?

We mustn’t be, we are warriors fighting for our happiness, and everyday we write our own melodies and stroll through our self-made routes. It’s time we  believed in ourselves, not because life is too short, but because we were born to be confident in your own skin and personality. It is not our fault for the anxiety inflicted in you by evildoers, but it is our duty to ensure we seek our freedom. We have countless reasons to move forward, and countless “gadgets” inside of us. For example, the gift of laughter; there is always something that makes us laugh, and it is true that laughter is the best medicine. Self-doubt only ignites unworthy and unloving feelings, and we must remember that just by fact we want to do good in this world, is enough reason to believe that we are good.

Struggles is what makes us stronger, and we cannot avoid it.You shouldn’t use the word ‘cannot’ so often, but you should still use it. Why? Because you learn from it, and it gives you a chance to explore new adventures, only as long as you’re not hurting yourself and others. Say, “I cannot” and add “but I will try”. You never know what doors will open, unless you take one step forward and try. You can live to laugh, and love to live, the roads can be everlasting.

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

The video that helped me survive college

I remember the day, it was an animation class, and one of my classmates decided to show us this masterpiece. My teacher and all of us did not stop laughing for at least 10 minutes, and my friend and I had to excuse ourselves to go to the bathroom to finish our laughing –it was a a case of laugh attack – for another 20 minutes (my teacher was so understanding).

Laughter is the best medicine, so here’s yours for today 😀

Through the eyes of my childhood: Chapter Two: La Hyper Girl

I started these series in order to remind myself of who I used to be, in comparison to who I am today. Here’s part one if you want to follow: Through the eyes of my childhood: Chapter One – Hiding

 

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I was a hyper child and always ready to go. I think my parents would’ve made great marathon runners from chasing me all over the place ( I even learned how to walk trying to chase my dad). Then again, in my defence, my two grandfathers were athletes and so was my mum, so it was in my blood. Even though, the energy of a hundred suns combined ran through my body, I managed to sleep through the entire night, which is something my parents were incredibly grateful for. Nevertheless, I  could not be left with anyone but my parents or grandparents, without crying. No one ever knew why, but I like to theorize that it’s because I’m naturally sensitive.

One night my parents decided to go out and my aunt (dad’s sister) offered to babysit –if I had a time machine, I would go back and warn her not to. Despite my parents’ concerns about me throwing a fit, my aunt encouraged them to go out and have  fun (she was only trying to be nice, oh poor auntie!) ; little did she know, she was in for quite the night. They left me asleep, but as soon as they left, guess what happened? Yup,  I woke up and started crying (did I somehow managed to install surveillance cameras in my crib?). My aunt tried to calm me, and reassured me it was all going to be fine (because, in a moment of desperation your brain tells you this is logical), but nothing worked. She was smart (and desperate to shut me up), and resorted to digging through the hamper to get my parents’ shirts (so gross,poor aunt), and placed them next to me. It worked! I fell right asleep – sneaky aunt, how you fooled  me! Having had the odd feeling that something awful happened, my parents cut the night short and returned home early. As soon as she saw them, my aunt ran away in tears…nah, just kidding, but she was exhausted. After that night, my mum never left me with anyone, but my grandparents.

To this day, I’m still a hyper woman. It’s helped, though. There are a lot of things I would not have achieved had I not been hyper. However, my friends don’t let me drink coffee when I’m with them (can’t blame them), not because they don’t want me to, but can you imagine what I’d be like with caffeine running through me? I’d say like a rabid raccoon with a splinter in its tongue, trying to escape the gates of hell. I like to joke with them and tell them my steamy cup has coffee in it :p (it’s just peppermint tea). But, this is who I am. I like to enjoy life, heck I like to hate life sometimes, too. I’m not a robot on a happy mode 24/7, but I try to be. I break, I feel, I cry, I panic, I get anxious, but I’ve been in a lot of dark places in the past that I don’t want to go there again. I get bored, but somehow I manage to find something fun to do. I’m still sensitive, and I don’t know, but it’s like I can sense people. No, I don’t have magical powers or have a sixth sense, but I listen to my instincts a lot. If something or someone doesn’t feel right, I don’t accept it. I don’t cry when people approach me or when my relatives visit me –I cry when they leave, though.

This is who I am, and there are things that are just part of me. I never stopped being that baby and child, I just grew alongside them.

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Yup, I’m wearing a wig and sunglasses in this baby pic :p

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤