MMC

So, this is my Monday's Minute Challange entry. 
But it's not monday!!!! *frowns at Me, Myself and I* (not a another word out of you three!!) But, actually I am here to inform you that I for one do not care that isn't Monday. I wrote it on monday, and that´s all that counts. 

I stared into the icy depths of the sea and paused. Maybe he was wrong.  Maybe he was lying. But no, why would he lie to me? There was only one hope. One option. The cold face that reflected on the water told me it was going to be fine. I told it it wouldn't. That face was mine but  I didn't recognize it. It was pale. It's cheeks hollow.  It's eyes emotionless. I dropped the bucket into the depths. The rope it was tied to grew taunt in my hands, but I held on. As I pulled the bucket up, the waves seemed splash closer and closer, higher and higher, trying to reach me. The life from the wood below came up with the bucket. I couldn't see it, but it was there. I had to jump. I could die. I would never see my family again. Never hear the waves of the ocean lap the sand. Never feel mama’s warm embrace. Papa’s voice in my ear. But what choice did I have. It was coming. It would destroy them anyway. It was heartless,  it was cruel. Tears filled my eyes. Turning back to the lighthouse for the last time, I whispered softly.

‘I'm sorry. So, so sorry.’ and jumped. 

Yup, that´s it! 
So, once again, if you think I am posting too often, or about too silly things, or am boring you with my biography then TELL ME!! I know, I know, you all thought I could read your mind, but I've got news for you:
I can´t! Whaaa?? I know, you're all shocked to pieces! 
Yes. It's true. I may not be a master builder- woops, sorry! I was quoting again! Well, I may as well just finish it!! Yay!! 

Yes, it's true. I may not be a master builder. I may not have a lot of experience fighting or leading or coming up with plans. Or having ideas in general. In fact I'm not all that smart. And I'm not what you'd call the creative type. Plus, generally unskilled. Also scared and cowardly. I know what your thinking: He is the least qualified person in the world to lead us. And you are right. ~Emmet

Naamarie Mellonamin!

~E

AKA. Your Friend in the Yellow Shirt

Nae saian luume'

Yes, it has been far too long! I think I ought to do more scribbling on this blog, since it is indefatigable. :) So, I wrote this poem for a Thursday Poetry Challenge and I liked it a lot. It is supposed to be in Roald Dahl style, if you don't know what that means, just read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Or Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, that one is good too. You know what? Read as many as you can get your hands on! That's what I do.
Oh, I also drew a comic strip to go with it. I got bored in the middle of coloring it, so it's not finished, and my camera and the lighting are... not the best. Also, I've never done comic style drawings before, I'm not sure how I like it... But I love comments!  So please comment.

Looking out the window

Of our blue schoolhouse today

I spied a Elefendoe

Walking on the lawn

I glanced over at my teacher

Droning at her desk

Like a giant creature

But she wouldn't notice me

I'd have planned it out so well

It would go without a hitch

Oh boy! I thought. Just swell!

Just the thing for show and tell!

I drew out on a paper

The trap I had in mind.

Perhaps I'd make It caper

Or sell it to the zoo

Oh boy, all that dough!

I just couldn't wait

And- goodness! What do you know!

Now, by gosh, there's TWO!

I'd need a lot more wood chips

And some water from the well

I'd also throw a dash of pips

(They'd go nuts for those)

‘When mom asks me along the way

Walking home from school

What have you learned today?

Division, verbs or art?’

‘Why Mom!’ I'll say, loud and clear

You think I'd learn that junk?

I'd sooner-

Then there came a SWAT!!

And I woke up in  hurry

Gone were They, and that was that.
Boy, did Teacher pop her cork.

Another thing, if you would like me to post about anything in particular, just tell me! I think I might start doing my Monday Minute's Challenge on here, as well as Thursday's Poetry Challenge. Wadya think? 
P. S. It's kind of hard to read the words, but that's okay because the only things that were said were: *sigh* (In the first picture) and 'Listen up, you dopes!!!' (The Teacher's first words. Enjoy!
             ~E

Updates....

So, updates... I have added a new page to my blog, called 'Don't look for trouble,  it will come to you' in Elvish. You really want to check that out. (Yes, I just did a jedi mind trick on you, ha. Ha. Ha)  Oh, and here's a family update.

Abi and Ellie are out of the house, so go to their blog, I won't bother too much about them. here is Abi's, and here is Ellie's.
Mia is trying to go to World Youth Day, in Poland no less! Lucky duck...
The rest of us are learning Spanish so we can go to Honduras or Nicaragua in September, probably. We are doing school-

Me: snort NO. WAY. School?! That is randomly creepy! Wait,  don't you have to think to do that? I didn't think you knew how.
Myself: Um, you realize you just insulted yourself right?
I: ouch!
Me: chuckles nervously I knew that! I knew it!
I: you're not Emmet, so quit or I'll be Batman.
Myself: hey, if you don't be quiet, I might just be princess Unikitty!
Me: ew! That wierd cat thing? Sure, I'll be quiet.
I: you can say that again.
Me: ew! That wierd cat thing? Sure, I'll be quiet
I: no, I didn't mean you, should I just said you could say that again.
Me: ew! That wierd cat thing? Sure, I'll be quiet
Myself: Fine, here goes: YOU ALL NEED TO BE MORE-


Sorry, strange interlude there, anyway. As I was saying, Spanish, school, we just moved to a house (still in Kansas City) and we've still been settling down. Um... soap... I mean, so... 'Race car, okay.... well...  I don't see... a wheel... or... three... more wheels?'
Sorry, into The Lego Movie, in case you couldn't tell.

Me: Yeah, we can Utinu en lokirim 
Myself: Llie n'vanima ar' lle atara lanneina 
I: Mani naa lle umien? 

Lle tela? Good, I am tired of you three squabbling, and in Elvish too! Sorry, people, I gotta go before they start a warpath. Just one more thing, if you have any comments on anything, the design, the font the random bursts of Elvish, or the quotes, just comment. I might not do anything about it :) but at least I'll know. Please, do so! 
                                                  Quel fara!

Amin fauka

Amin Fauka means : I am thirsty. You are probably thinking:
'Wow! *round of applause* "Now go get a drink, and write a normal post. Or just stop blabbing." At least, that's what I would consider saying, and then stop because it would be rude. *meaningful glare*.
So, I am writing this, because of a wonderful thing I found on an amazing app called
Laudate. It is chock full of prayers, Encyclicals, and even the daily Mass readings! (If you have internet for the latter.) Anyway, I came across this thing, and it has been on my mind for a while now, so I thought I would share it with you. I'm not positive who wrote it, or if it was told in a vision, or what but, Dolle naa lost! Oops,  didn't really mean that! *chuckling nervously* I meant here goes:
Oh, and sorry it's so long. Believe me, the length is worth the message.

I Thirst For You

It is true. I stand at the door of your heart, day and night. Even when you are not listening, even when you doubt it could be Me, I am there. I await even the smallest sign of your response, even the least whispered invitation that will allow Me to enter.

And I want you to know that whenever you invite Me, I do come – always, without fail. Silent and unseen I come, but with infinite power and love, and bringing the many gifts of My Spirit. I come with My mercy, with My desire to forgive and heal you, and with a love for you beyond your comprehension – a love every bit as great as the love I have received from the Father ("As much as the Father has loved me, I have loved you…" (Jn. 15:10) I come - longing to console you and give you strength, to lift you up and bind all your wounds. I bring you My light, to dispel your darkness and all your doubts. I come with My power, that I might carry you and all your burdens; with My grace, to touch your heart and transform your life; and My peace I give to still your soul.

I know you through and through. I know everything about you. The very hairs of your head I have numbered. Nothing in your life is unimportant to Me. I have followed you through the years, and I have always loved you – even in your wanderings. I know every one of your problems. I know your needs and your worries. And yes, I know all your sins. But I tell you again that I love you – not for what you have or haven’t done – I love you for you, for the beauty and dignity My Father gave you by creating you in His own image. It is a dignity you have often forgotten, a beauty you have tarnished by sin. But I love you as you are, and I have shed My Blood to win you back. If you only ask Me with faith, My grace will touch all that needs changing in your life, and I will give you the strength to free yourself from sin and all its destructive power.

I know what is in your heart – I know your loneliness and all your hurts – the rejections, the judgments, the humiliations, I carried it all before you. And I carried it all for you, so you might share My strength and victory. I know especially your need for love – how you are thirsting to be loved and cherished. But how often have you thirsted in vain, by seeking that love selfishly, striving to fill the emptiness inside you with passing pleasures – with the even greater emptiness of sin. Do you thirst for love? "Come to Me all you who thirst…" (Jn. 7: 37). I will satisfy you and fill you. Do you thirst to be cherished? I cherish you more than you can imagine – to the point of dying on a cross for you.

I Thirst for You. Yes, that is the only way to even begin to describe My love for you. I THIRST FOR YOU. I thirst to love you and to be loved by you – that is how precious you are to Me. I THIRST FOR YOU. Come to Me, and I will fill your heart and heal your wounds. I will make you a new creation, and give you peace, even in all your trials I THIRST FOR YOU. You must never doubt My mercy, My acceptance of you, My desire to forgive, My longing to bless you and live My life in you. I THIRST FOR YOU. If you feel unimportant in the eyes of the world, that matters not at all. For Me, there is no one any more important in the entire world than you. I THIRST FOR YOU. Open to Me, come to Me, thirst for Me, give me your life – and I will prove to you how important you are to My Heart.

Don’t you realize that My Father already has a perfect plan to transform your life, beginning from this moment? Trust in Me. Ask Me every day to enter and take charge of your life. – and I will. I promise you before My Father in heaven that I will work miracles in your life. Why would I do this? Because I THIRST FOR YOU. All I ask of you is that you entrust yourself to Me completely. I will do all the rest.

Even now I behold the place My Father has prepared for you in My Kingdom. Remember that you are a pilgrim in this life, on a journey home. Sin can never satisfy you, or bring the peace you seek. All that you have sought outside of Me has only left you more empty, so do not cling to the things of this life. Above all, do not run from Me when you fall. Come to Me without delay. When you give Me your sins, you gave Me the joy of being your Savior. There is nothing I cannot forgive and heal; so come now, and unburden your soul.

No matter how far you may wander, no matter how often you forget Me, no matter how many crosses you may bear in this life; there is one thing I want you to always remember, one thing that will never change. I THIRST FOR YOU – just as you are. You don’t need to change to believe in My love, for it will be your belief in My love that will change you. You forget Me, and yet I am seeking you every moment of the day – standing at the door of your heart and knocking. Do you find this hard to believe? Then look at the cross, look at My Heart that was pierced for you. Have you not understood My cross? Then listen again to the words I spoke there – for they tell you clearly why I endured all this for you: "I THIRST…"(Jn 19: 28). Yes, I thirst for you – as the rest of the psalm – verse I was praying says of Me: "I looked for love, and I found none…" (Ps. 69: 20). All your life I have been looking for your love – I have never stopped seeking to love you and be loved by you. You have tried many other things in your search for happiness; why not try opening your heart to Me, right now, more than you ever have before.

Whenever you do open the door of your heart, whenever you come close enough, you will hear Me say to you again and again, not in mere human words but in spirit. "No matter what you have done, I love you for your own sake Come to Me with your misery and your sins, with your troubles and needs, and with all your longing to be loved. I stand at the door of your heart and knock. Open to Me, for I THIRST FOR YOU…"

"Jesus is God, therefore His love, His Thirst, is infinite. He the creator of the universe,

asked for the love of His creatures.

He thirst for our love… These words: 

‘I Thirst’ –

Do they echo in our souls?”

Mother Teresa

Imprimatur

Mons. G. Sergio De la Cerda Z.

Vicar General

Tijuana, B. C. México.

So, what do you think? 

Songs

                                    

Ready for a new elvish word? (I should make a page for them all)  Well, like it or not, here goes: Lina. Which means song. 

         I was tagged by Maddie and now must do the following:

         1: Tag a couple of other bloggers to do this tag (let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog). 

         2: List the rules and include the button in your post: 

With that out of the way: 

First song that comes to your mind: 

'Don't Stop Believing'. And guess what? I've never actually heard the real song. WHAT?! I know, shocking right? I've only ever heard people sing it. Not even the whole thing. 

A song that always makes you happy: 

I know its random, but 'The Water Buffalo Song' from Veggie Tales always, without a fail makes me happy.

A song you hate:

I cannot truthfully answer this. I dislike a bunch of songs, but I don't think I hate any. I dislike

'Gangnam Style' is the worst ever!!!  And I really don't like 'Whip My Hair'.  You start singing that, and I might just poke my eardrums to death. Or yours. Just kidding!

Favorite romantic song:
"The Boat Song', by J.J. Heller. 

A song that brings back memories:

'Into the West', sung by Annie Lennox as the credit song for 'The Return of the King'. My little sister Rebekah loved that song as a baby. No matter what was wrong, if we turned that on BOOM! she wouldn't cry for ages. I remember holding that tiny 12 or 13 month baby, rocking gently to the music. She was so adorable! 

A song you have been playing on repeat:

You will never guess... 'I Love My Lips' also from Veggie Tales. *laughs hysterically* pretty random, right?

Favorite song by your favorite artist:

'Lullaby' by J. J. Heller. It is so beautiful. Right now, she is my favorite artist. 

Weirdest song you like 

'Lydia the Tattooed Lady' sung by Groucho Marx, and Bing Crosby.This song cracks me up.

and All time favorite song:

Me: "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!? A FAVORITE?!?!? *hyperventilated breathing*

Myself: "It's just a song calm down!"

I: " Are you kidding me? just a song?! what are you talking about?!!

Me: "I can't do this! I can't do this!! Just ONE?!?!?!?!?"

I: " alright, Myself, it looks like you're on your own!"

Myself: "what? wait, guys! Actually, that's not really possible, since we're all the same person."

Me: " 'well thanks for bringing up such a painful subject! While you're at it, why don't you give me a paper cut, and pour some lemon juice on it? We're closed!!' "

I:  "I just love it when quotes like that actually work!"

Me: "I know! me too! we must be twins!" 

     Oh wait, you really want to know? well... I don't have one, is the moral of the story.  

But, I like:
'Arwen's Vigil'
'Kung Fu Cello Ascends'
'Bring Him Home'
'Jesus We Love You'
'Mission Impossible'
'Don't You Worry Child'
'Rolling in the Deep'
'Moonlight'
'By Your Side'
'East to West'
'Give Me Jesus'
'Who Can Compare To You'
'Have Mercy on Me'
'Prayer for the Church'
and 'Among the Poor' are some. If you want to know the artists, just ask later. Ta Da! I'm done.
                             Namaarie Melonim 

Oh wait, I have to tag someone else. Oops. ummmmm... how about my sister, Abi, and my cousin, Vincent. 

Gurth, Nierme, Nwallya, a Cartel

Four new elvish words... any idea what they mean? Maybe this will help:

Tears.

how can you tell?

when do they come?

Tears. 

is it the light gone form your eyes?

is it the slip of your mouth?

does your chin tremble?

your eyes blink?

Tears.

 when do they pour? 

how can I tell,

they are coming?

Tears.

is it the pink that floods your cheeks?

or is it the white that blots them?

How do I know you're thinking of him?

Tears.

do I see them glisten in your eyes? 

or is it...

possible...

I'm crying too? 

Still no clue? Tears is the second word. Pain is the third. Rose is the fourth... Death is the first. 

Tomorrow my family and I enter the third month of time that my littlest brother has no longer been with us. (You can read about his life here at my parents blog.) The point of the blog post may seem obvious. I hurt. I lost my baby brother. But I don't want it to be that. I want it to be joyful. My brother, Mark-Jerzy Marcelino, got to live and breathe on this earth for fourty hours, surrounded by those who loved him. Not for a single second, was he not loved. Who am I, to wish for more? 

                      

Ai! Gi suilon!

Hello All...

Pedig edhellen?1 Ai, gi suilon!2 Gi nathlam hí!3 If you couldn't already tell, I love to speak, well- write, Elvish! And that leads me speak of to one of the most brilliant authors of all time: John Ronald Reuel Tolkien. He invented the Elven tongue, and I think it is... just... the best! Well, back on topic: You are Welcome Here! After much consideration, I have decided that the point of this blog is merely to give some of my friends an update on myself and my family, and also to give me a reason to write! I love to write. Stories, poems, parodies, you name it, and I can do it (or at least try)! I think that my blog will help me to just get my writing done. I find I work better with a deadline. So, regardless if anyone reads this or not, I will still Indefatigably (which means persisting tirelessly) Scribble away and hopefully become a better witness to God's glory!! And that closes this evenings topic, Boe i 'waen 4 Galu, a Novaer! 5   

Oh, and as a parting gift I shall leave you with a little story that I wrote. Enjoy! 

“Sho’ as your muthu’s livin’ I ain’t done it!” Drops cried out, glaring fiercely at the boy.

“Like I’m gonna up n’ believe that nonsense!” He yelled back “My muthus bin dead fer three years!”

“Aw, who cares wuther she’s live or died, it ‘mounts the same thing!” Drops retorted hotly.

“Does not! Yer a rotten liar! I’ve half a min’ to skin ye live!”

“Will ye now! I’ll show ye some skin, you won’t forget in a hurry!” with that the girl tackled him with all her might, pulling and panting, kicking and thrashing. There was a blur of clothes and dust till at last the boy called out: 

“Nuff! Nuff!!” and she got off him.

“Did I do it?” She yelled. Panting hard from her exertions

“No!” He whined. “Naw yer didn’t!”  She kicked him for good measure as he got up, and sent him sprawling, blubbering the whole way home. She wiped the blood off her cheek and spat, then walked on calmly, while shooting daggers with her eyes at the few kids who were staring with their mouths hung open. She glanced back one more time at the defeated boy still running, then went up the porch steps, and into her house.





1 Do you speak Elvish?
2 Hail, I greet you!
3 You are Welcome here!
4 I must go
5 Good luck, and farewell!