First World Problem: Too many games on my Ipod

I remember fighting over who gets to play ‘Snake’ on the cell phone, and feeling a sense of accomplishment once I got to play, even if it was for 10 minutes. The screens were small, and the devices were slow, but it was a great boredom kill for me when I was a kid. Hey, I was even jealous if a few of my friends had a couple of extra games. Silly, right?

Fast forward to today and I’m 26 years old who owns a cell phone and an Ipod. I have a lot of games, some free and some that I bought, but the thrill is gone. Sure, I do get happy when I play my favourite games, but some of them have gone to the Ipod/cell phone graveyard.

“There are no games to play anymore,” man, do I feel awful when I say that.

We are all very spoiled thanks to the advancement in technology. Let’s not forget to appreciate what we have.

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

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Brewing the perfect man

There is no such thing as the perfect man, because there is no such thing as the perfect woman; nobody is perfect. The End.

Just kidding, I’m not done, yet :p. Today, I randomly told my BFF that I was going to brew the perfect man. Initially, she thought I meant physically, but while that was true, I also meant emotionally. I can’t even imagine how the brewing process would go:

1 teaspoon of cuteness

10 litres of good morals

2 teaspoons of independence

1 strain of black hair…wait, maybe blonde, maybe brown, light brown? Hmm..maybe I should go with dirty blonde…I don’t know, how about a blend of everything? 

Wait, maybe I should add more cuteness. Oh, I forgot to add ‘common sense,’ and intelligence? 

Okay, I don’t like cooking the perfect man. 

And then, my BFF mentioned how I would be a “gabazillionaire” if I came up with such brew. The thing is, it’s up to destiny to decide. So women/men out there, just wait. Do not force things to happen. Go out, meet people, enjoy life, find your independence and grow as a person. So that when that ideal mate joins your path, you’ll be ready to share what you’ve discovered along the way. Here’s an advice: look beyond the physical, you’ll be surprised at what you can find 🙂

 

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Special ways of greeting and inside jokes. Got any?

I have to say I have different ones with my friends, and it’s funny to see the look on other people’s faces when they don’t get what we’re saying :p. Of course, we explain to them so they won’t feel left out, but it’s funny anyway. Here a few of my inside jokes and greetings I have with my friends:

1) One of my friends got the song, ‘I will survive’ stuck in my head for a while. Since then, every time we see each other, it goes like this:

Friend: I will survive…

Me: …hey, hey!

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2) I have a friend with whom I speak in LOTR code.

Me: Could you GIMLI a second?

Friend: Sure, ARWEN you come back, could you…?

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3) One of my best friends loves monkeys as much as I love penguins, so this is us:

Me: Hello, your monkeyness

Her: Hey, penguinista!

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4) I don’t know how it all started, but I always call my sis, “ladybug”. I’m still trying to remember why :p.

How about you?

 

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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 ❤ ❤ ❤

Daily Prompt: Unexpected Guests

The Daily Post saysYou walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

 

First of all, I’d be surprised if I left a slice of cake available for strangers to indulge in. Seriously, leftover cake? That’s a big nope in my world. But, for the sake of this prompt, we’ll pretend there is one slice.

I think the best way to deal with ‘unexpected’ guests, is by doing something unexpected. As soon as they hear my footsteps reaching the front door, they’ll probably start giggling, breathing heavy, or making munching noises. I will be able to hear this, because my hearing is sensitive to out-of-the-ordinary noises. It’d go something like this (in a perfect scenario):

Me: =unlocks front door and enters the house=

Strangers (we’ll call them Orcs): =evil grin and giggle=

Me: Oh, hi Frodo and Sam! You’re early for the re-enactment

Orcs: =puzzled look=

Me: Don’t tell me you already forgot your lines. Remember, in this play, Frodo gets killed. Let me go grab the weapons.

Me: =as I walk away to a room to call 911= We’re using real ones this time! No screaming, though.

 

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Hopefully, that’d scare them away, but at least it’d give me time to lock myself somewhere while I call for help.

❤ ❤ ❤ 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 ❤ ❤ ❤

This is who I am. Is that so hard to accept?

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I don’t kill, I don’t hurt others, I may not like being in crowds, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love people. I love animals, I love to walk, I love to dream, I love to write, I love to read, I love to stay still. I’m not a doctor, I’m not a CEO, I’m not a lawyer, I’m not an Engineer. I’m an artist, and that’s who I am. Is that so hard to accept? 

“You should be a CEO. You should be a lawyer. You should be a private investigator.”

“You should be,” is what I’ve heard so many times. But, how about who I want to be? Why can’t some people accept who I really am? If I’m not self-destructing or hurting others, if what I do makes me happy, why can’t they accept it? I’m not going to succumb to peer pressure and follow what others think I should do. I never have and I don’t plan to do it any time for the rest of my life. I’m going to follow my dreams and leave the legacy I was born to pass on. Money isn’t everything. Money isn’t going to buy me immortality, but my dreams are going to grant me everlasting happiness. Whenever my time comes, I want to close my eyes and smile knowing I achieved my happiness and inspired others. 

I have two choices, let others rule my life and become the woman I shouldn’t be, or realize my dreams and become the woman I was born to be. I choose the latter.

 

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Poem – Let go

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If I absorb your energy

will I suffer or will I triumph?

open up and face it 

you know what to say.

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In doubt, in tears, 

where have you been?

as our roots stay in ground

our growth is ceasing.

~~~

I walk in the midst of stars

adhering to upcoming dreams

unhitching to loud voices

freeing into my happiness.

~~~

I’m attentive

Have you sung forgiving lyrics?

you released my hand

Was I ready?

Find me again…

 

 

 

More of my flower arrangements

Hi everyone! I hope today was a good day :). I talked about one of my hobbies in another post, and I wanted to share more photos with you! These are centrepieces I made for events. Usually, I’ll make bigger flower arrangements for occasions like Mother’s Day, Birthdays, etc. Enjoy :). 

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

 

I walked home with a rabbit last night

Okay that sounds weird, but it’s sort of true. Half way home, I encountered a rabbit that was hopping on the grass. It hopped/walked with me for about a block, before it made its way to a nearby backyard. I didn’t want to take a picture, because I didn’t want to scare it, but it was a fun encounter. It looked average size, which I’m a bit surprised considering the trash in Ontario seems to be good enough to make the wild life grow twice their size. Then again, it probably means not a lot of food is being wasted. I have yet to see a raccoon, and when I do, I hope it’s not a rabid one. 

I’d like to know why animals like to follow me. Perhaps it’s because I have the same schedule as a wild animal? Or am I turning into Snow White? I’m going to guess the former, because my singing sounds like demons pitchforking a thousand lost souls at once. Every time I see an animal outside, I want to adopt it, but I resist the urge due to the fact it’d be unfair to steal their freedom. If you see a rabbit, raccoon, fox, don’t be afraid (unless they’re charging towards you) and admire the beauty nature has to offer. Whenever I see raccoons outside at night, they don’t really care about what I’m doing, which means they want to get to their home safely just like you do. 

Just something to think about for today. Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so we must take this moment to appreciate everything around us, because if it weren’t for our mums (and dads) we wouldn’t be here at all. I’m adding-on a bottle of Advil for my mum for all the headaches I have given her (well, I wasn’t bad, but you know, I still gave her headaches at times). 

PS: I love to look at this photo. It takes me on an imaginary parallel universe 🙂

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤