Friday, January 29, 2010

because he brings meaning to every quote.

"Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day." 
--  Nicholas Sparks

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody,
you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
-- When Harry met Sally.

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth,
one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.
-- City of Angels.

"He's the bread to my butter".
-- Julie and Julia. 

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Award (:

special thanks to Vicky -- an aspiring writer with lots of talent -- for my happy blog award !
I have my own couple of blogs that make me happy when I read the writers posts.

1.Victoria S.

Congratulations on the award guys, you deserve it.

Now I get to name 10 things that make me happy:

1. My family for always being there for me, especially when im sick !
2. My best friend whose always there when I need a shoulder to cry on, Victoria.
3. My boyfriend who reminds me everyday how beautiful I am.
4. Susy-- my pink laptop.
5. The books that actually mean something to me,
the ones that give me a meaningful message.
6. The movies that make me cry.
7. My two other boyfriends, Ben&Jerry; half baked flavor ice cream <3 (:
8. Music that touches my heart,
" I believe that there is a song for every feeling, every situation,
anything that your going through." - Isuet
9. My mother in law, I think she loves me more than my boyfriend hahaha.
10. My students from work, even when things arent going okay in my personal
life, as soon as I get to work they make me laugh and forget about my worries.

Thanks for reading ! BTW The last song is going pretty good so far, it has alot going on.
But I gotta keep going, gotta find out whats going to happen.


“As we drive along this road called life

occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost.

And when that happens,

I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda,

buckle up and just keep going.”

-- Sex and the city; SJP.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

The Last Song.

Its official im on a Nicholas Sparks rampage. I just finished reading Dear John, and im an emotional wreck. The book is amazing. I read all day and night yesterday. I cant explain how inspiring this book was. It taught me that love is such a strong feeling. That it can last a lifetime. That no matter what happens we'll never stop loving. That when you truly love someone, you just want that person to be happy. Even if it means that that person isn't meant to be with you. Of course, its going to kill you from the inside out. And yes, you'll cry your eyes out asking yourself what you did wrong, but at the end of the day you have to be strong and focus on finding yourself something else that makes you happy. For me it all happened in one day, I shared a very special moment with my father and we hugged -- something we haven't done since i was a little girl -- and I think it was much needed on a day like yesterday when we both needed someone to care about us. Just someone to say its okay, everything is going to be fine. The worst part was that after this moment passed all I wanted to do was speak to the one person in the world that doesn't want anything to do with me. That was hard. That's never happened to me before and it was hard to hold my emotions in, but as always my mother is always there and of course my best friend in the world. Both did everything possible to comfort me with the hell of a day I had. Anyways, sorry Im rambling on about stuff you probably don't want to hear, but it just keeps coming out. So I've decided to read The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks also. And the movie comes out in April of this year. I can't wait. Once again thank you Hayley from The writer's Hollow. You have no idea how much this book meant to me. 

For those of you who haven't seen the trailer of The Last Song, click on the link below:

trust me, Im sure that its going to be another amazing book.
Im off to go buy it.

The Last Song

"when  the waves are flooding the shore,
and I can't find my way home anymore
that's  when I look at you."
-Miley Cyrus.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

creative writing.

I am sitting in biology class learning about molecules and living organisms and all I can think about is reading Dear John ! So far i've only had time to read three chapters, which is killing me, because I want to find out what happens between Savannah and John. This book has me hooked. Nicholas Sparks always writes the best novels. Sparks has an intriguing way of showing human relationships and dilemmas that are never boring, always making you want to turn to the next page.

On the other hand, I just left my creative writing class and we had to turn in our first assignment today. We had to observe people and writing about them. The catch was that we could only show and there was no telling allowed. I have to admit that for me it was extremely difficult. I am not as experienced with writing that way and not being able to tell the reader something. I will say that the result of what I wrote was much better than what I usually write. And my teacher was shocked at how well I completed this assignment.

Below I will post my assignment, let me know what you guys think:

He sat up from the wooden chair. His sweater was white as the snow falling outside the glass window. The wind was beginning to pick up, and it was well near freezing outside. Everything covered by this plush pale ice, and when you touched it, it would numb your hand. Suddenly the expression on his face confused me. It went from a smirk to his lips pressing into a hard line. He had just been fine a moment ago, sipping on his coffee, reading quietly. I began to turn my head around and discreetly catch a glimpse of what caused the shocked look on his face.

    I spotted a young girl kissing a boy. Their clothes matched perfectly. Her brown Ed Hardy boots caught my attention, not a cheap item at any store. As I turned my head back the boy’s cheeks grew red and his sea green eyes bulged from their pale sockets. He rushed toward the glass window and rubbed his eyes, his fingers passed over his eyebrows, making the hairs stand and twist. His eyes grew wider as he pressed his nose against the window, his hands plastered flat on the glass. The couple stopped for a breath of air. The boy by the window banged against it, in horror, trying to catch their attention.

    The couples eyes let go of their lock and traveled to the window. They dropped their entwined fingers and almost lost their balance trying to separate from each other. The girl stood shocked. Her eyes opening, making the white over power her blue irises. Her body froze as if a bucket of ice cold water had just been thrown on top of her. The boy leaned on his right foot then left, hands in his pockets, eyes avoiding the glass window.  The boy on the other side of the window turned furiously, stomping his feet, cheeks flaming red. The girl placed her hand against the glass, her nails scraping against it as her lower lip trembled. Her fingers curled into tiny fists, she gripped her hands together so hard her knuckles turned white. She turned slowly, her hair falling in front of her face, covering her blue eyes as she faced the boy she was locking lips with before.
    The boy stared back at her, biting his lip, hesitating to say something, his lips opening and closing. Her legs began to tremble and her hand instinctively gripped her stomach, her lips pressed together, resisting the feel of something rising in her throat. He began to turn, his legs bending, his toes pressing against he ground, making the leather on his sneakers crack. She reached out her free hand, leaning to grab him. His eyes turned a subtle red and formed a glossy layer as he turned and walked away, shoulders hunched, hands one again in his pockets.

Thanks for reading ! (:


Monday, January 11, 2010

special thanks,

I know that I haven't been writing but I've been so busy with work, new classes, and spending time with loved ones. I have been accommodating my new schedule and its been pretty hectic. I just haven't had time to sit down and just write, although i have wanted to.

I had to write a thank you post to Hayley from The writer's hollow for my brand new "Dear John" book. Im so excited to read it. I can't wait to turn the pages on this beautiful book. Im so excited to read it that I have actually put the book im reading at the moment, Shadowland, on hold.

Besides all that im am happy to announce I had a breakthrough in one of my students. I actually had told her about Alyson Noel's Evermore before the winter break, and she actually came up to me, told me that she listened, and is reading the book. And guess what? She loves it ! (:
Im so happy that I at least got one of them into reading. Definitely made my day.

thanks for reading my post !

stay tuned for more...

Monday, January 4, 2010

Dear John; Set fire to the third bar.

Am I the only one whose excited to see Dear John featuring Amanda Seyfried and Channing Tatum? Well I just saw the trailer and im ecstatic ! I couldn't stop wanting to watch it, and then I realized why I didn't want to stop. Its because of the song on the trailer. Its an amazing song. It makes me think about what everything in the movie is going to be about and makes me want to write. I even looked up the lyrics. Im such a sucker for a good song. That's how movies catch my attention besides a good story.

inspiration music to my ears ! (:

Feel free to watch the trailer below, just click on the link:


ohhh, and the song has been added to my playlist.
have fun listening to it !
Let me know what you guys think.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Sleepless in Miami

Im dying over here. I want to leave this town for a bit. I want to explore the world. I want to take an adventure anywhere. Don't get me wrong, I love Miami. I just feel like I need a vacation. I would love to just get in my car right now and drive off for a weekend. Just pack my bags and head North. Someone please get me out of here !

I think for now I'll take an adventure where ever my dreams take me.
goodnight to all.

This made me laugh, I thought i should share.

hilarious ! (:

Friday, January 1, 2010

No Kiss Blogfest Scene, ENJOY!

hey everyone, well i have to say that I enjoyed this contest, and I hope you all enjoy reading my scene. I can't wait to read yours ! Feel free to critique it.

The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart. -- Josiah G. Holland


“John?” Her face changed, she was questioning me, wondering what I was going to do next. Only problem was I didn’t even know what I was going to do. I was just as curious as her. I put my hands to her face and she pulled back for a split second. Curiosity got the best of her and she gave in to the pull of my hands.

 My heart overjoyed with happiness. This was it. I had her. I was going to make her mine. I stared at her eyes, the ones that always drove me wild. Then I slowly tore my eyes to her lips; full and red. I craved to have control over them, just once. This is the woman who lived in my deepest hidden dreams, and here I was, ready to let her know that she was what I dreamed about every single night.

I was nervous, yet daring. I knew better than to back down now. I felt the doubt, of whether I should retrieve my hands from her face, but the urge to take the risk fired through me—its heat burned the back of my neck jolting me toward her lips. She gasped and I stopped only inches away, grazing just shy of her bottom lip. For a second I felt her pull in, I felt the electricity dancing between us, her skin turned hot beneath my hands, a burn my body welcomed—like if I was a victim of winter and her fire soothed me.

Her face lowered, causing her hair to brush against my nose, the scent revived me. There was a twist in my chest, a sudden realization of her distance. At that moment I knew what it felt like to have your heart broken for the very first time.

“John, what in the hell do you think your doing?” I sighed, knowing that was my cue for retreat. My heart would lose this war. It wasn’t meant to be this way I thought to myself. I am who I am, and I have to accept it. Even if it is a life of celibacy and a very lonely one I may add. I just shook my head and didn’t even know what to say.

“Wishful thinking, that’s what it was. Mary I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” but in my mind I knew exactly what it was. For the first time I had let love into my life. I had let it grow much stronger than just for God. I had no idea what that felt like until this very moment, and sure it was a sin. And for a moment I was ashamed, but then I realized I was human. I sinned, yes. It was a mistake for what I was- a Catholic priest. If all the people I saw everyday at church got a second chance, why couldn’t I?

Mary hugged me and kissed my cheek, “I’ll see you Sunday, John”. I gave her a slight smile and nod. She turned and kept walking as if nothing had happened. I stood there watching her.