Daily Prompt: Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

The Daily Prompt asks: Tell us your tried and true techniques for focusing when that deadline looms and you need to get work done. In other words, how do you avoid wasted days and wasted nights?

First of all, I don’t drink alcohol, which is the enemy of any deadlines you need to meet. When I was younger, I would often wait until the last minute, and rushed into finishing work I should’ve started weeks or even months ago. I have learned my lesson. I have a different outlook in life now. Back in day it was an immature perspective, and I would try to excuse my failures on the usual “why am I doing this if I won’t use it in the future.” Today, I ask myself, “How can this help me?” And I do it. Depending on how long I have to finish work, I take a bit of time each day, and a lot of time during my days off to accomplish what I set out to do. You can bet Enya will be involved in the process, her music helps me concentrate. I think they key is to understand and remind yourself how can the work you’re doing help you grow as a person and in school/work, instead of complaining and deciding not to finish. There’s always something to learn and we must turn a negative into a positive. 

 

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

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Daily Prompt: Land of Confusion

It’s time for another daily prompt! The Daily post asks: Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!

Oh, I’m telling. I didn’t like Math. Math and I were natural enemies. Although, not yet proven, I’m positive I started agonizing about it since the womb. There was a bit of a tension break during Grade 1, but that was probably because I was trying to fit in (skipped Kindergarten). Afterwards, Math showed me no mercy, this was the type of subject that would touch your opened wounds, and laugh until you cried in despair. Grade 2 was the year I knew for sure there was a hell; there had to be, Math pushed my brain through the most torturous methods, fractions. Yes, I was good at them, but I honestly refused to complete the work. I remember staying after school and doing the homework I failed to do (such a Math rebel). My teacher was a great person for allowing me to do that, otherwise I would’ve failed the subject (she probably smelled my immaturity). I sat on the desk while my teacher graded papers, and everytime she looked, I would meet her with a big smile. Inside, I was fuming and plotting my escape; through the window, digging a tunnel, crawling under the desks. In the end, I decided to finish the work.

I loved every other subject, but Math was the enemy that wouldn’t die. I even contemplated the idea of dressing up as Math one Halloween. I dreamed of being able to summon magical powers and make it disappear, but then I was told I would always need to use it, so what the heck, I gave it another try. Big mistake. Math became more challenging and a true school pestilence. Middle school were the years I curled up in a ball during class trying not to go into a psychotic outbreak. Grade 9 was the year I tried to get the work done and out of the way, and that was only because my Math teacher was gorgeous; here’s a Math lesson for you, teen+ridiculously good looking teacher = oh yes, you’d do anything to get praised by Mr. Cutie Pie. However, even Sir Striking McGorgeous couldn’t save me from the evil Math. We had to do more complicated equations and I just broke apart. I got a C+ on my quiz and Mr. Guapo (that’s spanish for ‘handsome’) told me he was disappointed. That was it. Math did it. Math crushed my daydreams. Okay, fine, it was MY fault, but I still want to blame Math for it, so do not ruin my moment :p.

I do not know how I survived the rest of High School Math. I think I just went into a trance every time I entered the classroom, or I somehow managed to Astral-project during classes. Perhaps, I was kidnapped by aliens and they finished my classwork for me. I think at one point, I transformed my Geometry shapes into little monsters. I do not know. But, I have to say that it did help me get awards in Information Technology, so there’s a positive note. 

Luckily, I didn’t have to be a master of Math in college (computers did most of the work), so there isn’t much to say about those years. But before those years, Math was an allergic reaction I had no medication for. I am extremely thankful I enjoyed all of my other classes, and I think that balanced my war with Math. Today, Math and I have reached an agreement to be acquaintances. It only comes when I need it to. Will it last? 

 

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

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 ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Short Story: Laura’s Closet – Part One

This is a short story I started last week. It was inspired by a conversation I had with my friends. Here’s Part One. Enjoy!! 😀

Laura’s Closet: Part One

Her name was Laura, and she had just been promoted to a management role. She was quite happy, as she had been waiting for this, for a long time. This new position meant full-time hours and all the benefits she hoped for. Her boss gave her the rest of the day off. It came at the right time, too.  Earlier in the week, she had promised her best friends Alliese and Sonia that she would meet them for coffee.

The plans were arranged, and she eagerly picked her best outfit – it was just a casual girls meeting, but she took it seriously – she wore black dressing pants, a mint green blouse, and two-inch black heels. She grabbed her coat, and was heading to the door, when she changed her mind. She had not seen her best friends in a while, and wanted to look her best. This meeting was different from others, because a few years prior, they had all gone through quite a journey.

Three years ago, Laura was a full-time student and held a part-time job at her local coffee shop. Overall, she was content with her life. She knew she wanted to become an IT professional. However, after a talk with her inner feelings, she felt a void that she couldn’t explain. She figured she was stressed out and needed time off.

The temperatures were rising, and she decided to go on a hike – like she used to before going to university – and so, she got ready. There was no hiking plan, which wasn’t too responsible of her, but she did not care at that moment. She told herself, she would plan her return path as she hiked along. She stumbled upon branches and went leaf sampling for a bit – which she loved doing when she was young. She felt a bit unnerving about the bugs she found, but resisted the urge of squashing them. But, for the first time, she took one of her leaves and picked up a red ladybug.

“This sure means good luck,” she said.

As she contemplated it, a sudden gush of wind blew it off her hand. The wind was picking up so much; she started looking for a form of shelter.

“I feel silly looking for shelter in the middle of the woods. It’s not like I’m running from a hurricane,” she laughed.

Sure enough, the wind stopped.

She wasn’t going to let anything ruin her hike. She felt so much peace doing this, and this was confirmation her void feelings were caused by stress. This hike was good for her, and she told herself she was going to on lots of hikes from now on. At the top of the hill, she sat and enjoyed the view of the city. She sat for a while, taking pictures, and eating her homemade sandwich. If it weren’t for the life waiting for her, she would’ve built a cabin on the spot and lived there for the rest of her life. It was still an option for her, but didn’t want to make it a priority, yet.

Before it got too late, she made her way back. She tried to go a bit fast, but slow enough to enjoy the trip back. She was almost out of the woods, when she noticed a path that wasn’t there at the beginning of her hike. She didn’t think much of it, and thought it was something she just missed. But curiosity got the best of her, and she walked towards it.

“I won’t take too long. I’m almost at the parking lot, anyway,” she said out loud.

She kept walking, but she wasn’t getting anywhere. So, she walked back. But, just as she turned, she heard a whisper.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

And there was another whisper.

“I mean it. Who’s there?” she asked again.

There was no sound.

“What am I doing, anyway? I’ve seen enough movies to know not to ask such questions,” she thought.

She was getting scared, so she started to run back. A lot of thoughts ran in her mind.

“Ok. I’m alone in the woods and I heard a whisper. That means serial killer, right?” she said.

Out of nowhere, she heard footsteps behind her. She stopped and turned around, but there was no one. It was obvious someone was after her, and at this point she began to freak out. She kept making a run for it, but she felt no matter how fast she ran, whoever was chasing her was going to catch up to her. She felt another gush of wind approaching, this time stronger than before. She turned around, but kept running, and the wind took over her entire body. She tripped and fell.

“Laura,” she heard a voice calling.

She didn’t turn around to see who it was. She was gasping for air at this point. She crawled and cried, not noticing the splinters in her hands.

“Laura? Please stop,” now, it was clear this was a woman. But, her voice sounded peaceful.

She made a full stop, but refused to turn. In her mind, it was her fear that made her think she had a peaceful voice. She covered her ears and moved her head towards the ground.

“Please don’t do this!” she screamed.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the woman calmly said.

But Laura didn’t hear.

“I only have water and food and a piece of ID. Please don’t do this!” she kept screaming.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I mean no harm,” the woman said again.

“I can’t. Please, please don’t do this. Please!” she wept.

The mysterious woman knew she wasn’t going to turn around. So, she made the sun shine, and called a few birds to stand by Laura’s side. She waited for Laura to realize, she wasn’t dangerous. She understood why Laura felt fear. Her strong wind introduction wasn’t at all pleasant. She tried to make up for it, so she sent a calm breeze to provide comfort, until she calmed down.  She knew it was going to take while to ease her fear, but she was used to waiting. After all, she was Mother Nature.

 -END OF PART ONE-

 

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