wrote more stuff OwO
November 18, 2008My father was a sailor, the seas he braved,
My mother was a chef, her food i craved.
They met on a ship, and then fell in love,
Thinking they’ll be the same league as the skies above.
My father and mother were always away,
In our house, they left me to stay.
After a week, on the waters they’ll be back,
When I’m with them, there is nothing I lack.
My mother told me three times a day,
That I can use some shells that I picked up by the bay.
Then the big ones I’ll put close to my ear,
So the waves, the ocean; its sounds I’ll hear.
She said that when I do that, I’ll be closer to the ocean,
And when they’re away with the ship I’ll feel they’re near.
I’ll be waiting for them to dock by the land,
until their faces on the horizon become clear.
One day a storm has swept,
But going back home is a promise they’ve kept.
Months passed and they were never home,
On the shore I wished and waited, my feet on the foam.
I picked up a shell and listened to it,
but unlike like before, there wasn’t even a single beat.
Never again did I see their ship,
Their promise to me, they did not keep.
From the shell, I can hear nothing,
I waited for the sounds, I have been longing.
But silence crept through the sea,
My mother, my father, they lied to me.
“Where are you now?”
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I admired a girl from afar;
I knew her name, but she knew not mine.
For each day I loved her more
But I was so much behind the line.
They had looks, money and fame,
But to me, they treated her like a game.
I only had feelings to offer,
It was her happiness alone that mattered.
She fell in love with a good man i knew,
Then for once I felt relieved and sure.
But deep inside I had this unbearable pain,
I was happy, but still,her love I did not gain.
She became my classmate a few months later,
She seemed happy with her first found lover.
She was always cheery, bubbly and kind,
I tried to remind myself that she wasn’t mine.
We became good friends after a year,
But still I kept my feelings a secret.
I did not want to ruin the friendship I had so dear,
Not telling her; it was something I knew someday I’d regret.
She told me stories and tales of her daily life,
It included the man I knew she cherished.
It pierced me, but it was impossible to frown,
With her smile I see, it never let me down.
One afternoon in school we were left behind for some chores,
But she wasn’t like herself, which made me worry more.
I asked her what was wrong,
She gently broke into tears, and told me everything;
She was fragile now; not like before, she was not so strong.
She caught her man idling with another woman,
And when he denied, it all began.
She pursued for the truth and begged for it,
Then he finally gave in and admitted his fault,
And with that, she wished they did not meet.
I wanted to curse the man she once trusted.
I was wrong to think that he was different.
But she cried to me and told me to let it go,
She asked me to stay, her weakness bothered me so.
Her cheeks were wet and warm against my shoulder,
I wasn’t able to do anything but hold her near,
As I wondered if somehow, I subsided her fear.
I wanted to stay here, by her side, always and forever.
Wasn’t I supposed to be happy?
That she could finally choose me?
But in me I had no other intention,
It was impossible; I had to move on.
It was so hard to think of anything else but the present.
She cried to me, my shoulder I lent.
The whole evening, she cried to me…
She cried to me…
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washooooooooow!! emo emo emo. to the max. XD
booo~
November 4, 2008and yes i know, i suck. you don’t have to tell me. XD
in case you’re wondering…i’m not a second year student in the video. i’m a senior student, thank you very much. i just use old PE uniforms for everyday use. XD
wahuhu!! donneeeel!! umuwi ka na beybeh!! lol. XD
Jowe then and now~
(sigh) i remembered little Jowé when she first came here. she was so quiet, so humble…yeah, lots of cuteness and lots of loving. X3
But then, times do change, and after five months or so that she’s grown, she’s become a proud and wild dog. you know how i have described her. ugh. she does well on the security factor though; the only unuseful thing there is that she barks at anyone (yesh, even at me) so you don’t know when you have a real robber in the house….XD]
err…don’t ask. XD
lolz~
new pet~
November 3, 2008I just got a turtle last week. Yatta~ he/she (gyah! i can’t know what he/she is! it’s hidden inside his/her shell. :T) is kinda big, about the size of your stretch palm (including the fingers). He/she extends his/her head out of his/her shell sometimes, usually when he/she eats.
His/her name is Shu. He/she originally has a string tied to his/her shell (which had a hole in the rear D<), since he/she used to escape a lot in his/her previous home. He/she came from a water spinach field (a.k.a. Kangkungan XD) in thr province. He/she currently lives with our Tilapia (Mouthbreeder) fish in our grotto
momo is not sure about Shu’s favorite food. He/she isn’t very choosy. :3
(off to practice typing “He/She, His/Her, Him/Her, He/She, His/Her, Him/Her, He/She, His/Her, Him/Her….”. So hard if you don’t know a gender! >w<)
happy poem…? XD
poem number 3. so are you tired of all those sad poems? i have a happy poem.
“Hello Mr. Cat!” I smiled and said.
From the streets I took him and was glad.
“Hello Mr. Fly!” I greeted with charm.
Then he too, I put in my arm.
“Hello Mrs. Bird!” I cradled her close.
From the ground, I saw her at most.
“Hello Mrs. Branch!” I picked her up.
Then on Mrs. Bird, I kept her on top.
“Good Evening Mr. Hare!” I said and bowed.
From the forest I claimed him, away from the crowd.
“Good Evening Mr. Salmon!” I paid my respects.
Floating on the river, tired with his treks.
“Greetings, Mr. Husband!” I grinned by his bed.
Mrs. Wife was crying, by the pillow at his head.
No can do, I had to take him away.
But he was so heavy, so I brought a sleigh.
“Hey there, little girl!” I smirked and bent down.
Her clothes were tattered, her body slimmed.
On my sleigh, I drove away from town.
My sleigh was heavy, so it seemed.
“What have you got?” as I got home, my sisters asked.
I sat and relaxed after an accomplished task.
One by one I announced out loud,
With my job done, I was very proud.
“A cat was ran over by a car,
A fly was trapped in a jar.
A bird was hit by a stone,
A branch torn from where it had grown.
“A hare shot by a bullet,
A poisoned salmon on the water by it.
A sick man in the hospital,
A street beggar on the pedestal.”
“That’s quite few,” my sisters mused.
“Indeed it is,” I frowned and sighed.
So I went to my bed and slept,
So tomorrow I’ll use the energy I’ve kept.
The next day I rode my sleigh,
It was such a bright day.
Mr. Fate accompanied me to work,
To the world where the living lurked.
“Hello Mr. Fate!” I greeted as my hair fluttered.
“Hello Ms. Death!” he cheerfully replied,
Then I got to the world where no one cared.
It was easy to find some, but I still tried.
But a little girl saw my sleigh,
As I carried her mother with me one night.
She was interested so I reached down to say:
“Would you like to go with me for a ride?”
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see? i told you it was a happy poem. wrote it at math time. XD
missing stuff
October 31, 2008i’m not so happy right now.
stuff had gone missing for the past two months, and i didn’t think it would happen again.
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The first thing lost was my wallet. It was a leather Girbaud one, which was black with red and gray linings. I liked that wallet alot. There was this time when i ‘forgot’ my wallet inside the room, but i realized that wasn’t the case. My aunt told me it was most probably lost in the parking lot and slid through my pocket, so i just let it go, no questions asked. (since anyone could be in that parking lot, even outsiders) the wallet was expensive, but the money inside it was cheap. sometimes i wished theyd just get the money and return the wallet.
next thing was my beloved iPod Nano. You can’t see anything of its kind in stores now, since it was the first type of Nano that i had. i got it two years ago, and we were about to spend our three year anniversary this December 24th. It had scratches, it didn’t look so good anymore, that i wondered why anyone would hold interest in it. but i still loved that little buddy. it was enclosed in a silver metallic case, with the earphones still plugged. But then it got taken away from me. I brought my iPod to school and placed it on my bag. I didn’t use it even once. I left the bag inside the classroom during break hours, and i believed it was safe because our class president always locks the place. i really hate to think thinking about it but; what if the person who stole it was my classmate? they’re the closest ones here…no, i did not want to believe it. i trust my classmates. plus, i didn’t want to blame them. usually, i’m one of the first to enter and last to leave the room, so i deemed it not to be possible. i did not tell the prefect either. it was prohibited to bring such gadgets, so i doubt they would even bother listen. I had to move on.
next thing lost was my jacket. again, i loved that jacket. it was a black jacket with short sleeves, about a few inches below the elbow; it has thin grey stripes all over; a hood; its brand was giordano. and I last used it after our 2nd place victory in the Dasayawit, since we were supposed to wear jackets to hide our section t-shirt. when we went to the multi-purpose hall, i put my cellphone in the pocket of my jacket. After we performed, i got my jacket, and we went back to the room to get our stuff. after that i went to a friend’s house to cook there for the PA project. it was then when i got home that i realized i cannot find my jacket. i asked my friend if i left it in their house, but no. Note: my cellphone was in the pocket of my jacket, but mysteriously it was with me until this day.
the hard part of it is: my father bought that for me. it was very special. he knew that so many things have been missing, and i was very much ashamed to tell him this one. that’s why i decided to save for it, even though i know that it costs a lot. and so i saved and saved for it hoping to buy it again, so my father wouldn’t know that it was missing in the first place. but then i couldn’t find it in any store. but i was still determined.
i had been saving for it inside a second wallet, which was a blue one, with a floral design, that has two zippers. after some time, i was able to get all the money i need, but the only thing missing was where i can buy it again. I could not find it where we last bought it. and then before i could even do so,
it was missing.
i couldn’t find it anywhere! i put my wallet in my bag, and i did not bring it downstairs, since i had money in my pocket for lunch. yesterday, when we went to manila ocean park, i did not bring it either. it was only this morning i knew about it. i did not want to tell them in the first place, but eventually they knew. but i have not yet confirmed it was lost in school; i haven’t checked everywhere yet. but if it was really lost in school…
i once said before:
“i really hate to think thinking about it but; what if the person who stole it was my classmate? they’re the closest ones here…no, i did not want to believe it. i trust my classmates. plus, i didn’t want to blame them. usually, i’m one of the first to enter and last to leave the room, so i deemed it not to be possible.”
now i really can’t help but thinking that again. I AM REALLY GOING TO TELL THIS TO OUR CLASS PRESIDENT, BUT IN A GENTLE WAY. i dont want them to think that i’m blaming them, i just want to verify the idea. on monday when classes go back, i am really going to do this. really. i know i’m such a fool for leaving things in the class room, but i really thought that it was safe there since it was always locked during break time. so it becomes not safe when i’m not sure if the one is inside. i trust my section, i trust my section. i love my section. i hope nothing worse would happen.
and i was about to buy that jacket…
when my father knew about my 2nd wallet loss (but not about the jacket), he told me:
“ang nakakainis pa dun ay yung nililihim mo pa samin eh..” (”the annoying part there is that you’re keeping it secret from us…”)
that hurt me a lot. i still did not tell him about my jacket. but i was still hoping that i can buy it. i don’t want to disappoint him, especially now that he’s said that. i LOVE that jacket.
marieeee wrote some things. :T
October 29, 2008He stared blankly into my eyes.
I did the same, locking my gaze.
He did not speak, frozen as ice.
I cried, emotions blurring to a haze.
I took his hand, but he held no grip.
I combed his hair with my fingertips.
Still, there his head lies, on my lap,
between us so close, yet a distant gap.
Gently I spoke to him, but he did not answer.
My tears dropped to his cheeks,
with an attempt to make him warmer.
It was serious; there were no tricks.
He was handsome, despite the red mess,
yet he was in my arms, his body lifeless.
I never thought he’d bid me goodbye so soon;
It all happened one night under the moon.
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I was a princess with fairness and beauty;
I had everything; gowns, shoes, make-up and jewelry.
I ate only the finest dishes, and the best delicacies,
In a castle in the middle of the town beside the seas.
I attended balls, parties, feasts and dances.
My radiance brought men on their knees.
I refused every gem, gift, invitation and kiss,
To be their bride, I found no bliss.
I was never happy.
Gradually I got tired of my queenly bedroom,
And the vast garden were the pansies bloom.
I shook my head with disgust at the food,
In my eyes, my gowns; my shoes; they weren’t any good.
What was wrong with me?
I went to a doctor and asked what was wrong,
But he found nothing all along.
I did not feel fine, but I felt empty yet full of grief.
I had everything; this was out of my belief.
Something is wrong with me.
I stopped eating, I stopped singing.
I stopped hoping, I stopped believing.
I thought of what I didn’t have, but nothing came to mind.
If there was something I missed, I must’ve been blind.
I never found what was wrong.
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emo. XD was bored during the rosary rally. i usually don’t write poems, except when our english/filipino teacher tells us to. so yeah, those are my first voluntary poems. XD
on food~
September 22, 2008what marieeee loves to eat/drink the most
- strawberries (and other related products like pocky, jam, cake, shortcake, etc)
- dark chocolate
- japanese food (sushi, crabsticks, sashimi, etc)
- peppermint tea
- milk (and milk tea)
- kangkong and bean sprouts
- tofu
marieeee feels “so so” when eating
- most vegetables except for those mentioned specifically
- chocnut/hany
marieeee can eat but does not want to
- ampalaya
- eggplant
- excessively sweet things
- papaya
marie will never eat even if its the last thing on earth
- avocado
- okra
update some time soon.
new policy~
September 17, 2008from now on, marieeee will no longer be updating her post below. this is due to the complaints of some readers that the blog is not updated (but it actually is; it only picks up the date when it was first posted, and not when it is edited). Then, i shall be posting normally now, instead of compiling all the stuff in one big post.
got it?
you’re dead.
~
August 25, 2008marieeee…
- loves clouds and is fond of taking pictures of them.
- loves Green Tea ice cream from Haagen Dazs.
- ’s name means “bitter”.
- ’s favorite color is black.
- dreams to climb a roof someday.
- thinks things through in the darkness.
- is not emo.
- knows and does not know how to play the piano at the same time.
- likes jackets. likes to wear long and big ones, usually intended for men.
- likes dandelion puffs, and is denying their existence as “weeds”.
- loves high places.
- dreams to ride on a huge ferriswheel someday. she has never ridden one before.
- loves dark chocolate.
- loves pinwheels. they have a certain feeling and effect to her when they spin.
- ’s hands are colder than normal when she is in an air-conditioned room.
- dreams to see fireflies. like pinwheels, their glowing gives off certain effects.
- likes and dislikes watching horror movies at the same time. It depends on her mood. do not let her watch them on November. she had a traumatic
experience.
- likes microbeaded stuffed toys, tight ones.
- can read a book (regardless of size) in a day if she really wants to.
- there was a period in her life when she didn’t have any dreams at night at all.
- likes strawberry-flavored Pocky.
- ’s favorite flavor (as of now) in Starbucks is Java Chip Frappuccino. If it’s a hot drink, then maybe it’s White Mocha.
- does not like formal events.
- eats a lot. but thanks to her parasites, she doesn’t get too fat.
- likes “cravat”, a trend during the Old English/French times. See Wikipedia.
- likes her hair to be flicked out at the ends. too bad her hair’s straight most of the time. She likes how her hair looks first time in the morning though.
- can barely have a conversation when she plays the piano.
- has a habit of not hearing her phone when it rings. she gets scolded for that.
- dreams of wearing a black yukata/kimono someday. but it’s hot in her country, so maybe somewhere else. Japan FTW.
- runs fast, but not for long. running makes her stamina drop. she is weak at sports.
- likes to stargaze, but from where she lives, it’s almost impossible to see properly.
- is sensitive to coldness, so she usually doesn’t get too hot too quickly.
- loves the rain.
- hates changing clothes for any school activity.
- hates the subject PE the most.
- does not like the traditional custom “lamay”. her body must be buried immediately.
- is not fond of girls’ stuff.
- loves the moon.
- wants to see a solar eclipse.
- is a scavenger for left overs.
- removes any strain of fat she sees on her food, particularly meat.
- can cook basic dishes. can wash dishes, can do basic laundry, and other basics.
- does not have a sport besides typing and clicking the mouse.
- cannot say the letter “r” properly. she can’t do a rolling r.
- likes straight jeans.
- does not know her blood type.
- ’s eyebags are in-bourne. but they were further intensified when she became a gamer.
- likes strawberry shortcake and japanese cheese cake.
- has a pet puppy named “Jowé” /jo wee/, who is female.
- likes all sorts of injections, except skin tests and injecting medicine into her dextrose tube. she likes CBC the most.
- denies being sick.
- had dengue before. she’s supposed to die because of her denial that she is sick. her father forced her to be brought to the hospital. she recovered after a month, and escaped check-ups from the doctors monitoring her. XD
- loves to draw.
- loves anime and manga.
- has a brother she can’t really openly talk to.
- hopes to die young. or now. XD
- has a habit of putting the handkerchief between her lips as she walks. she seldom has handkerchiefs.
- refuses hugs and kisses from anyone except parents. she does not like affection, but she does it with respect to parents. please don’t do that to her, regardless of gender.
- is not good with rhythm-based games. ex: o2jam
- does not have teaching and leadership skills most of the time.
- was scolded by a teacher for :
> asking her seatmate if he owns the watch she was holding during class. (4th year)
> playing a clapping game with her seatmate during class. (3rd year)
> got her classmate scolded because of that classmate laughing at her joke. (2nd year)
> i forgot. (1st year)
> not being able to write fast. (grade 3)
> cheating. XD (grade 2)
> losing someone’s pencil. (grade 1)
- likes the sound of a good violin piece.
- became a godparent when she was around seven.
- always likes to keep a small bottle of alcohol with her.
- drinks peppermint tea when the weather is very cold.
- hates plugs with rounded edges that need adaptors.
- is pessimistic to herself. no insults affect her, except for one strong weakness. she does not wish to tell it here.
- is optimistic to others.
- likes to save money, but ends up using it at the end of every week.
- ’s favorite subject is Practical Arts Laboratory, since they use computers. that’s good enough.
- likes giving people nicknames.
- likes being called “marie”.
- makes a two-finger salute most of the time when she says “hi”.
- often does her work alone. she hates work done in groupings when she doesn’t get to choose who she works with. she’d rather go solo.
- has very poor memory with people’s names and faces, and where she puts things.
- likes cramming for exams. lacks preparation.
- wishes to have a study desk/table in her room. but her room’s too small to provide space for one.
- ’s left wrist makes a clicking sensation when it is flexed.
- does not wear any dresses or skirts or anything that exposes her legs (except for her uniform). she does not wear sleeveless tops.
- is in a hunt for a top hat.
- has hemophilia. can’t do contact sports. XD
- loves milk.
- don’t read the next one.
- i told you not to read this, dammit.
- ’s favorite vegetable is the water spinach. in Filipino, kangkong.
- writes in the middle of the linings of paper (notebooks except math notebook, pad papers), and avoids letters except q,y,p,g,j, to touch the lines.
- likes to reach out (just reach out, not touch) to things in the air or ceiling beyond her reach. ex: ceiling fan, white screen handle, light bulb, wall clock, street lamp, moon.
- has a habit of making things fall from her desk. notebooks fall, pens fall, calculators fall.
- likes to step on cockroaches whenever she sees them.
- loves japanese food and chopsticks.
- does not watch TV anymore. she has nothing to watch there ever since Animax was removed and Beijing Olympics ended.
- has only tasted dinuguan this August 19. she was traumatized seeing how it was made when she was little. she didn’t have any idea that it tasted good until that day. XD
- ’s past pets:
> “Blackie” - a black labrador puppy given to us when i was about six years old. unfortunately, Blackie was hit by her father’s Toyota Revo, and its head was crushed open that its brain splurted out to our gates. i used to think it was cool.
> ”Max and Ruby” - are rabbits she got when she was about ten years old. their names were from a kid show in Nickelodeon (wtf). dang they grow so fast. but then Max was fed by carrots sliced too thick and it choked him. it wasn’t my fault. Ruby, filled with agony, followed him a few days later.
> “Jowé” - the most recently alive. was given by a friend this summer 2008. bites everything, barks at everything, including nothing. very active; when she was younger she used to bite us til our arms and legs bled. but now we’re smarter. is addicted to rust. she inhales them very contentedly. likes to bite and jump on ayone. likes to catch her tail and spin around. likes to dig and eat. eat. when i say eat, she eats everything. metal, fishbones, chicken/pork bones. then we would have to literally force it out of her while we can.
> “Lucky” - given by a school friend. Replaced Jowe in our home, since she was getting to start being noisy. Lucky is quiet, and is currently 4 months old. Has similar white fur like Jowe, but her brown ear is at the opposite side. Specialty: Standing up. Is friends with a black cat that comes and visits. OWO
- once accidentally struck an ice pick right through her thumb. it was a few seconds later when she had realized what had happened. then it bled. bled, and didn’t stop. and it bled a lot in the bathroom sink. it was awesome. i was able to show my classmates that day, but it wasn’t bleeding anymore. tch. platelets.
- does not like being hospitalized. unless you want to take her to Asian Hospital. XD she has never been there.
- ’s advice: when somethins’s bothering you, have a laugh about it.
naaax naman mama