Life Through A Camera Lense


Yes, this photo is mine, as I am glad to say.


Hello, fellow dreamers. Whether you were celebrating Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, or just enjoying the winter aesthetic, I hope you enjoyed the holidays. Soon I will be discussing the other joys I experienced this year, but for this post, I will be expressing my wholehearted joy regarding my holiday gift.

This year I had been gifted a professional camera from my honourable Saint Nick. Of course, to reciprocate, this person was my first subject. It has only been three days with this wonderful device. I’m sure I spent a whole day simply reading the instructional manual to see what I could learn that my previous experiences with professional cameras hadn’t taught me yet.

Above I’ve inserted a sneak peek of my cozy home. I was just getting started with the dishes when I realised how beautiful the afternoon sunlight was, shipping past the shades. It’s moments like this that make me appreciate the art of photography. With a camera, you can capture the mood of a person, or use further technology to emphasise such a mood.

So with that, I’ll remind you all that I hope you enjoyed the holidays, and that things will improve in the upcoming year.

A Brief History of My Writing Experience


No. This kid is not me. Nor do I own the picture. 

Hello, fellow dreamers. I’m quite sparse of time (as usual, procrastinating productively), but I did want to write something to fill in the time gap between now and the next time I’ll write a legitimate post. So let’s take a look at my history with writing.


Age five- Around this time is when I learned how to use a computer. My first Word Document file was one in which I recounted how often I would nag my parents to send me to school, and how much I hated being in school once I actually had to sit in a classroom and listen to a teacher.

Age seven- I spent a lot of my early childhood years watching Barbie movies, which a lot of them were based on classical tales about princesses. After having watched several of them, I wrote my own short story on a princess, which was essentially just my envisioning on my imaginary life as a princess. It’s one of the most embarrassing things I can remember doing at that age.

Age nine- I wrote short stories about a girl named Emily and her friends Vanessa and Erica. At first, I intended for it to be about the juxtapositions between the three personalities, and Emily being the balance between spontaneous Vanessa and shy Erica. Somehow that train derailed and I turned it into a supernatural story about Emily being possessed upon witnessing the Aurora Borealis. I wish I could ask myself how I got there.

Age twelve- I suppose at this point, I realised how much I enjoyed the aspects of horror and mystery. In lieu to that, I wrote a few short stories built on horror and mystery. Looking back on it, they weren’t that bad.

Age fourteen- I was frequently using twitter as a platform to display the fictional characters I would make, each one having their own account. I made sure to have a variety of characters in that they could each fit in a different genre. Because many of them had difficult pasts, it was definitely possible for me to place most of them in psychological thrillers, which I did.

Age fifteen- I left the twitter platform to focus on other personal things in my life, but continued to write stories about my characters.

And since then it’s been quite the same. These days writing is a hobby for me that I enjoy. I hope to keep it that way.

Quotes that have changed my life #5

Turning Something Negative Into Something Great


We’ve lost quite a few iconic figures in the last few months, but I chose to quote Muhammad Ali this week for a few reasons. Up until a month ago, everything I heard about him confused me. A braggart, a great fighter, a historical figure, stood up for what he believed in. For the longest time, thoughts floated around in the back of my head as to how all this would add up. After finding out he’d passed away, I finally decided to pick up his autobiography, The Greatest: My Own Story. I’m finally finishing it up, and I’m glad to say that I have not been disappointed. While I am still taking some time for myself to process it, I’d like to talk about one quote in here that turned on a light bulb.

“It’s funny, but those who hate me inspire me the most. As long as I know they’re out there.”

– Muhammad Ali

Now, if there’s anything I know after reading his book, it’s that he loved to talk, especially to the people who wanted to write him off. It was perhaps his greatest motivation, especially having grown up knowing the oppression of people of colour. Having gone through that, he never shied away from proving the haters wrong. He wasn’t afraid. He stood up, and not just for himself, but for the masses who knew oppression.

While I can’t say I can relate, I know what it’s like being hated. Unlike Ali, my first instinct was to retreat. But I knew better than that. I decided to stop letting people call me lazy or incompetent, so I did what I could and made something. All starting with nothing.


It’s time I introduce myself. You can call me Jax, but I’m better known by the name Ellie. Given the circumstances, there isn’t very much information I can provide other than who I am as a person. I like to believe that I am very willing to be well acquainted with anyone here, but I ask that everyone respect my privacy. I’m fine, however, with being asked general questions.

First things; I enjoy telling stories. I would call myself a writer if my skills weren’t all that shabby, but I will allow this to be a place where I document my improvement. I started writing from the time I had my hands on my first computer. I would return every year to this document I started with the expectation that I would publish it as a book by age thirty. These days I mostly indulge in fiction, seeing it as an escape from the world but also a way to get a certain message across (widely known as ‘the moral of the story’).

Aside from the fact that I create fiction, I read both fiction and non-fiction. I like to say that fiction could not exist without non-fiction; that non-fiction is not only the influence but also the beginning of fiction. I once heard someone say that writing fiction is just another term for lying with style. While I can concur with that, I also say that fiction is an exaggeration of the real-world; an organised form of imagination.

I go through life observing. If you were to ask anyone who knew me in person, they would tell you I never actually voice my true opinion. Those closest to me would tell you, just as they’ve told me, that I’m a good listener. When I say something, I’m either being sarcastic or flat-out joking. I grew up with the habit of eavesdropping and thoroughly looking through things. I take in just as much as I can.

When you’re someone who is both observant and starry-eyed, you end up coming with a bunch of ideas based off of what you take in. In my case, I created a series of characters that I write about. Each of them are a cluster of things, events, phrases, etc. that I came across while doing my observing. The sad thing about this is that I created so many characters that they were only something temporary. Most of them, I haven’t even finished writing their backstory yet. I constantly shift from new character to newer character.

The one thing I like is that these characters stay with me. I can return to them whenever I like. Perhaps one day I will be able to write books about them. That’s one of the (lower) priority goals I have in life. Lower.

In the sidebar I have links to my character’s blogs (there is only one at the moment but will be momentarily updated). I’ll also have a category set up dedicated just for my characters, where I will post write-ups summarising who they are. Feel free to have a looksie.