Romance Novel Laudation

(Read during the Border's Pastice Open Mike)

Enter my world for just a glimpse.

Tell me your fantasy and I could lend you a book.
Tell me your dream date, I could still lend you yet another book,
Or at the very least recommend a few must reads.

I can welcome you to a world where love conquers all, even through the worst trials and tribulations, there WILL be a happy ending.
Even if he doesn't love her at first, or rather, does but doesn't know it while she refuses to admit her own love much less his love for her. Meanwhile everyone else has gotten the fact that they are madly in love yet are complete idiots for never realizing to be possible.

It truly is possible... isn't it?
The very possible idea that he can be a noble, pirate, surgeon, artist, poet, leader among men, true horseman, undercover spy, rancher, lawyer, professor, mercenary, scientist, accountant, playboy, and over all tall, dark and handsome. Let me not forget that they are.... well... endowed and can last all night in the heat of passion.

Meanwhile she is petite, fiery, demure, homely, wise beyond her years, gentle lady, pirate doxy, stacked like a bar wench, curves in all the right places, maternal, flirty, flighty, dependable, carefree with the waist the span of an ant that tapers to impossibly round hips. Therefore being the most beautiful, confusing, dazzling, frustrating, virginal ball of lust and passion he has ever encountered and must keep at all costs.

And no matter how wildly different, they will madly and fully complete each other's sense of being.
Two halves to one whole.

For that they must not look alike, to do so would only complete the narcissistic ideal of falling in love with oneself.
So he must have dark hair, she must be blonde or maybe a redhead but then he should be blonde.
Perhaps a bit of honey brown reddish gold?
Then eyes that flash with love and passion with every emotion: blue with gold, green with blue, blue they are almost purple, brown that resound in chocolate velvet.
Whatever the shade, they will bewitch and entrance.

Now, let me transport you back in time.
Since we are pretending about time and place, let's pretend that the story is actually believable.
And that soulmates do exist.
And that the untamed beauty of love only heightens the rugged untamed beauty of nature.
And that exists a moment where the world stands still...
bliss and fulfillment exist...
for that... heart throbbing... breath stopping... awe inspiring... pulse racing... earth splintering... star glittering... passion blazing... kiss.
That, and the sex, or rather the art of love making, was really good too.

If only it ended there, but what's the fun in that?
No, after the forces of love drive the couple together, those same forces bring the world against them.
The fact that they only met because some business deal got personal, followed by kidnap, rape, suspense, mystery and intrigue.
Leaving us with the question of "Isn't this enough already? Shouldn't they be together by now?"
But then there must be a jealous lover, meddling families and chaotic schedules that just make one believe that there just isn't any room in our pessimistic minds and hearts for love.

Yet, I do not resign myself to a world where love must have SO many obstacles.
Still, after so much frustration, they will live happily ever after.
The jaded determined playboy bachelor suddenly realizes that love makes him invincible.
The fiery temptress is tamed, docile and usually pregnant, content with her new role in life.

If only real life, when it comes to love, came in a neat little paperback...
That we all locked like supermodels, or at the very least a prettier version of ourselves.
Discard the genre of romance novels as any form of literature if you will but you cannot resist that ideal scenario where romance exists, love blooms and changes people and your significant other is your all...

*Swoon*

Being a brat, the streak is over

Alright, so I know that I was completely insufferable for the week of my birthday. I behaved like a complete queen complexed hostile bitch. But what can I say? I deserved the time to bitch and behave exactly how I wanted to behave. When do I ever do that?

Wait.. I do bitch, but rarely do I do exactly as I please. That time is over and now I return to my boring self.

The dinner party was a great success, as can be told by the comments made in my last post. Last year was really good too. This year was completely different though and for that reason it will be memorable. We spent the time with great friends and ate some really good food. We all looked great too. I can't wait to get a copy of the pictures because I want to oggle myself. I KNOW I looked good.

True, as theJunkie one stated, we did have one person bitching and whining. Of course, we paid them no mind. There was also the ordeal with the cake. Sure, our names were mispelled and it looked funny, but I liked it. I also got some really great gifts. Lots of Cds and some stuff for my new kitten, Baca-Mu (the u is supposed to have an accent but I can't do that here).

Now, I must sit about for holy week. There really is nothing interesting to do. I should probably study or something but I most likely won't. We'll see...

Primping and Prepping

Since it is my birthday on Friday, I had decided that I wanted to have my friends get together, get all dressed up and have a really nice sit down dinner at a great Italian Restaurant. After much work, the great event is going to happen this Thursday. The invitations were sent out, the restaurant area was reserved, the cake was ordered and everyone is in a complete frenzy.

Due to limitations imposed by restaurant seating, I could only invite about 18 people from an original list of over 26. Of course, we knew we would have trouble with a few choice people we couldn't invite but they have been handled. No one can blame me. Its my birthday celebration and I can invite whoever I want. Truly, it is not my fault that the restaurant could not allow for more people in the reserved sitting area. But oh well. I know that the 18 people who will be there will be a great group to have together.

So far, I am in all the works of getting myself ready for that night. I have the dress, shoes and most of the accessories already picked out. Today I get the earrings, tomorrow we go for manicures and on Thursday I'm getting my hair done. I have plucked my eyebrows, need to shave my legs and will be painting my toenails soon. It is exhausting thinking of just how much work needs to be put into going out in style. Since it is so rare to be able to do this, we are working hard to really make a great impression for that night. We are looking forward to it and hopefully it will be a great success.

I'm just hoping that I will not tempt fate by celebrating my b-day one day ahead. Last time it was celebrated beforehand, I broke an arm. So, I will keep my fingers crossed. Meanwhile, the celebration to be had with my family had become a complete and utter ordeal. Since my special day falls on a FRIDAY it makes it particularly difficult for everyone. The earliest anyone gets home is after 6pm. My grandma has to take my little brother to some First Communion class thingy so she can't cook a special meal for me and my mom works. I have no idea what's going to happen but it sucks to think that by trying to give me a special day everyone will be hassled and inconvenienced.

Girls Night Out

"Come hell or high water, I am going out with you tonight." Those were basically the words that a friend of mine told me on friday night. And go out we did, but not without a lot of effort on our part. We almost didn't make it.

I hate finding myself alone and that day, I was completely left to my own devices so, of course, I paniced. Trying to reach ANYONE to see what we could do, I found that I could reach nobody. That made me feel a heck of a lot worse. I sometimes feel that the only reason I hang out with the group that I do is because I am the ratty younger sister. So obviously I was pissed since the reason I was staying the weekend was to go out with the girls to see a really hot guy play in a band. But then I found myself all alone and no one to confirm if we were really going to go out. When they finally got to talk to me, I had wondered all over, knocking on everyone's door to see if they could be found. I was hella angry by that point and it was almost 10pm.

However, since we had planned this night for the entire week, we decided to go for it. Putting a lot of effort into hair, clothes and make-up. We stepped out and let me tell you that we caused a hige sensation. Some people underestimate the power great legs and cleavage. We completely used that and our good looks to our advantage and managed to have a great time that night. True. We were disappointed in the singer we had gone to see but the rest of the band was really hot and we managed to talk to them and everything. I flirted with the bartender and got us cheaper drinks. What more could we ask for?

By the end of the night, I was nicely tipsy drunk and in goodspirits, despite the fact that my ex-boyfriend was there and looking very much afraid that I was going to do something to him yet at the same time keeping a constant eye on me. I didn't care. I was too busy hitting on and being hit on by the absolutely HOT drummer.

When we finally left the bar it was nearly 4 am. We continued partying at a friend's apartment until I passed out there a little after 5am. I finally made it home in true party girl form at like 11:30 am. Where in I passed out in my bed from hung over exhaustion. But the night had been worth it.

Angel of Music: Love me, that's all I ask of you

Took forever, but I finally got to see the movie "Phantom of the Opera". It was released in the US for mid-december and it only really began to show here like a week or so ago. I was dying to see it because the reviews had been great and all the rave about the music and the fashion was incredible. So, when we went to dump off someone at the airport, we stopped at one of only two theaters that are showing it here in PR. Though my family had some misgivings about seeing it, we all went to see it.

Now, I must be honest about what I thought about it... I LOVED IT! The music had me completely enraptured and the scenes were so magical and the action was so vibrant that it was utterly breathtaking. True, I will admit that in some parts it probably would have been more practical that the speak instead of sing. That made some parts more tedious than anything else, but it really did not detract from the over all effect. I am completely sure that I will have the music stuck in my head for abotu another week or more. That is usually the case with these sorts of musicals.

If only I could see it again so I can gawk at the actor who played the phantom. I felt that the woman who played Christine could have been prettier after all the fuss they made out of here in the movie. But still... it was just a whirlwind of great romance. And anyone who knows me knows that I am all for that sort of thing. If only I could go and find myself such a tortured artist who will love me for all eternity...

Mo Cuishle

So, last night since there was no D&D, my friend and I went questing on our own. We usually do this because, since we are so accustomed to clearing our schedules so that Tuesday is free for D&D, we need to fill the time so not to lose what progress we have made. This time, we went shoe shopping and bought hair dye. I am now officially a red head, instead of just having auburn hair. Then, on recommendation from my mother, we saw Million Dollar Baby at the local movie theater.

It has been a long time since a movie was capable of capturing my heart so tightly and make me cry for such a long period of time. I wasn't the only one, I had sat there listening to my gay hubby on one side sniffling and my other friend on my other side clutching at my hand and tearing up through out it.

Like the movie Closer made me sit around and question relationships and how people act within them, this movie made me sit around and question my hopes and dreams. Not to mention all the people I would wish to have in my life when I finally achieve what it is that I want. So that when I finally die, I want my last thoughts to be "I did alright." Not that I never got my chance or that I should have done more.