A piece from my dusty folder

Ok, this is what used to be a short story but I got lazy and decided to condense it into a pretty bad poem (because I’m lazy like that) for you blog readers to laugh at my crappy poem skills. It’s about this depressed dude who is in a relationship with someone who thinks is helping him heal but doing the opposite.

Bad Influence
-By Marianne Nguyen

I remember the way he looked at me
With those brown, bottomless eyes.
They were empty, hurt and broken.
He thought he was alone
Except when he was with me, when I was there for him
They said it was my fault he died
I’m not denying it

He knew it was wrong
Society prohibited this sort of relationship
Which made it oh the more tempting
He hesitated
He thought of his parents and his friends
But they couldn’t get take away the pain.
Not in the way that I could

The first night he snuck me into his room
His warm tender hands caressed my cold wet body
His soft lips quivered at the touch of mine
He looked at me longingly
With those haunting brown eyes.
And that's when I knew
He was intoxicated under my charm
That poor, stupid boy.

His irked parents were disapproving
They couldn't understand why he needed me
They said they wanted their little boy back
They said I had changed him
But they didn’t do anything about it

He continued to see me, and they all knew it
Because I left my scent, my mark
On his lips.
But they didn’t do anything about it

By that fateful night
He was changed
His eyes still brown and bottomless.
But was now completely under my influence
As we swerved off the brink of the road and off the cliff, plunging to our death

The policeman looks down at me with disgust
The one who ruined his short life
The boy's hands are still holding onto what is left of me
The fatal shards of a killer

The policeman turns away from the damage
To take a moment to collect himself
He finds it difficult when they die so young
‘He’s just a boy,’ he mutters to himself

He can’t get the image of the boy out of his head
His bloody mangled body
Looking up with those dark glassy eyes
Crying for help.

If you guys haven’t figured with my lame clues, the poem is written in the point of view of a beer bottle (well, more than one).

Avoiding Math

So I was finishing the last episodes of Gossip Girl last night and I thought
'...hey, this is kind of boring'
*braces self for the incoming flying tomatoes*
I mean, I like the clothes and the eye candy but that's about it. And I'm not being a snob about it because I watch pretty much watch anything tv throws at me but I found myself fast forwarding through most of the storylines. The characters give me no reason to like them and their personalities just got old, predictable and repetitive as the series progressed. Hopefully the next season will bring something new or else I think I'll drop it all together, which I've realised I've never done to a tv series before. I mean, I even held onto the O.C. after Marissa died that's how dedicated I usually am.

Speaking of Gossip Girl, Chace Crawford is going to be playing Ren McCormack in the remake of one of the greatest dancing movies of all time...Footloose! Good thing he is too, because Zac Efron was this close to taking the role D:
*plays Footloose song*


The Big Questions:
1. Can Chase pull off the angry 'dancing in the warehouse' scene without looking like a diva throwing a tantrum?

2. Will they use the same 80's soundtrack?

3. Will Kevin Bacon be in it somehow. I love you, Kevin Bacon!

Okay, this is really annoying me. I don't know how to get rid of this underline >:(
Be gleeful for Glee:My Tagline: Like Highschool Musical, only it's not a musical or gay

I was obsessed with this show even before I saw the pilot online which you can view on this website: www.supernovatube.com/human.php?viewkey=b6d9376885f6df818b76

It's got the jocks, the cheerleaders, the token Asian and African American (so the show doesn't get in trouble for lack of diversity lol)...everything a stereotypical tv highschool should have. AND their cover version of Journey's 'Don't Stop Believing' made it to number 4four on the Billboard charts. I think channel 10 is going to air it sometime so keep your eyes open for this little gem ;)

Kids say the darnest things

Neice: Do you have your period?
My head: ok…so she wants to have a girl-to-girl chat with me, that’s cool. Just answer honestly
Me: Yes.
Neice: What’s it like?
Me: Annoying.
Neice: Do you use a tampon or pad?
Me: Pad.
Neice: Your sister?
Me: Pad.
Neice: Mum?
Me: My mum doesn’t have it anymore
Neice: That’s right you don’t have it when your 50.
Me: It’s called menopause.
Neice: What’s menopazz?
Me: Menopause. When you don’t have your period anymore.
Neice: What’s it like?
Me: I wouldn’t know.
Neice: What was it like for your mum?
Me: She had an operation so that’s why she doesn’t have it anymore. (my mum had this operation because something was wrong with one of her ovaries ages ago)
Neice: But if she doesn’t have it anymore how does she pee?
Me: Because it doesn’t come out the same- you know, just ask your mum about it.
Neice: Have you ever been sexually raped?
Me: ..No.
Neice: What brand is your glasses?
Me: Armani.
-takes them off to show-
Me:See the A and the G?
Neice: I thought it was 69. You know, man and a woman
My head: Hey, it actually does! No Marianne, don't admit it; shake your head disapprovingly at her
-shakes head disapprovingly-

The thing I like about kids is that they say it like it is. We're all thinking it, but they say it. It's kind of refreshing.

My first blog: history has been made

Hi, Marianne. That's me.
Everyone's moving over here so I thought eh, why not?
I love to read and write. If the salary was guaranteed to be good I'd take a crack at being an author.
But alas, it is not so what I do is write stuff in my laptop and never look back at them D:
Maybe I'll post some up here so that they don't go to waste rotting in my folder.


Okay I'm going to settle in and unpack my bloggables. Looking forward to reading and commenting your blogs at your um, blogspots.

Blog ya laters