Just Ranting for today (Part 2)

Hmmmm, I know that the last post was a little...well, 'short' to whet my appetite. So, this post is Part two, since I wanted to continue from the last time.

Right now, my lovely neighbors next door to me are just plain...'bums', for lack of a better term to describe them. One of them is cursing his brains off because of the other players on the multi-player round on "Call of Duty: World at War" while the other is just playing on "Diablo II". Not that they're bad people; it's just rather annoying that--sorry, my neighbor that was playing "Diablo II" just came over to my sancantary to figure out what song I was currently playing. But, that's going off topic from what I wanted to talk about.

If I don't post for another day or so, that's because of me being tired enough to where I'm out by 3-4 pm each time I wake up earlier than I had plan on doing so. Believe me, going to the beach early each time I'm expecting to be up there at a certain time isn't something that I'm used to nowadays...the only time I did this was when I was working on papers due that day during college. Guess you can say that I'm very...well, for the lack of better words, I'm not an early bird like I used to be when I was younger. I prefer the night time and being able to get some work done during the night hours is simply better for me that way nowadays.

Ok, now that I got that off my chest, another thing I have to get off my shoulders is that my car is going to be very temperamental if I don't get the oil checked soon and I'm still looking for a place where to go without spending too much money. What else? The fact that I'm one of two females where I live and I have to constantly avoid people that seem to have their panties in a twist on more than one occassion at a span of a day or more...yeah, no one would want to be in that scenerio...especially during which both females are at 'that time of the month'...very scary if they woke up at a ungodly hour in order to get to work and has stress added onto their already stressed-out shoulders--why I bring this up, you might ask? Well, that was me yesterday morning and I was NOT a happy camper at all yesterday.

Well, I'm going to end this post with an excerpt from one of my works, which I'm pretty sure that you missed in the last couple of posts. So, until next time, may your journey throughout the day be blessed and may these words by the soul linger with you:

He has the eyes of unblemished steel,
piercing through my soul and beyond
all known barriers I have put up.
His hair the color of a double
chocolate mocha latte, smooth
as silk and gives off a small
gleam of brightness. His physique--
one could only imagine the way
his muscles roll in our passionate
lovemaking. His hands, while coarse,
gives off shivers untold all over
my light caramel skin.

Just Ranting for Today...(Part 1)

For the record, I don't mind going off topic as far as what tickles a fancy with me. For instance, ever felt that you were the odd ball out in your family, always the one that seems to remember more details to certain details than most of everyone else you know of??? If so, then I can sympathize with you on that note. But, that only seems so every once in a blue moon in my case, so I will not go into further detail than what is necessary.


What else to rant on? Oh, I went to the mall and they were doing interviews for the opening of a new store and there were a LOT of women lining up for this new store, so that must be exciting to see every now and then, as far as the economy goes. Bought myself a copy of the book version of "The Jane Austen Book Club" and I have to say that there's a lot that was not in the movie that I rather enjoy. Karen Joy Fowler will probably end up being on the list of favorite authors in a short bit, since I'm just about finished with the book. Not that many authors that have penned romance novels have caught my eye, since I am more of the science-fiction/fantasy type of reader, with the occassional historic and action-filled novels here and there. I guess you would probably see me either reading Steve Berry's novels or even one of Anne Rice's books. But, if you were to see me, I might go for Jane Austen or even Charlotte Bronte; both authors are very classic in the English department and I enjoy "Jane Eyre" as much as Austen's novels: however, I have not been privilged to have read "Northanger Abbey", though that's among the list of books that I have to still read before I pass on from this world.

"Jane Austen Book Club" and Romance

Hi everyone, sorry for not being on for the last couple of days. So, title says it all...one of my new fasinations is a movie called "The Jane Austen Book Club" with Maria Bello and Hugh Dancy. This movie revolves around these six people that read all of Austen's novels, such as "Pride and Prejudice", "Sense and Sensiblity", "Mansfield Park", "Emma", "Persuasion", and "Northanger Alley". As they go through each novel, they undergo obstacles in daily life. I guess you can say that I definitely say that I truly understand what each character in the movie goes through in order to achieve the creme de la coup that they end up in at the end of the movie. Definitely should watch it if you're a fan of Jane Austen.

Which leads into the next part of the title, romance. I was away at my boyfriend's place for the past weekend and I had fun. What can I say about the man that really, truly connects to me in every aspect that I look for in a man? He's funny, really sweet to me, and I think that he might be the one that I like to see with me in the next five years and possibly more than that. Even as I type out this entry, I can't help but smile as I recall this past weekend while at Six Flags with him. Of course, he had never seen me in a bikini...in fact, none of my ex-boyfriends has seen me in a bikini before...so, I guess my current boyfriend's the lucky one. I had a lot of fun that day and I can't help but begin to question myself as to how I was blessed with an understanding young man that's very open to new things, especially when it comes to some roller coasters that might take a while to get a hang of.

Hmm...it seems that I have nothing else to say. But, I feel that I wanna keep at it while I'm still ahead of myself. I guess I could add more of my poem, "Lust", into this entry as a farewell to all of you:

"You whisper steamy nothings/into my ears; your voice stirs the/pit of my
core, filling with honey/to hot tea and singing/my flesh beyond any recognition.

"As if waking from a dream,/this undeniable secret cannot go/to the next
step; my heart strumming/to a sad guitar tune, never fulfilling/the smoldering
desire of lust and sin."

Until next time, my fellow inspired readers, safe journey to wherever you go and may these words by the soul linger in your minds as you go about your day.

Introduction to "Words By The Soul"

Where to start? I guess I should, since this is the first blog, tell you what I do. I’m a recent graduate from Adelphi University with a Bachelor’s in Creative Writing. All my life, I guess you can say that writing’s been one of those stress busters that I took with me from a muse of a friend in High School and it helped mold into what I can call my ‘Writing Streak’. Since then, I have created tons and tons of fan fiction, where a fan writes his or her version of how a movie, book, etc. would turn out in their mind’s eye. To me, it has always been the passion of writing a book, or even a screenplay, and having my name out there in the public to see and bask in my glory. But, that’s a dream that most writers, whether young or old, wish to occur in their lives; some have been able to achieve that goal, while others are whisked away from their dreams by reality when real life sinks in.

I started to write when I was about ten years old, just writing on a mystery story that is very childish as I re-read the copy I still have. Of course, my only feedback was from a principal at the elementary school that I attended. Then I took a three-year leave of absence from writing, just not really sure if that was the path I wanted to take at the time. I started it up again the summer before high school, at which time was when I felt the most angst in the sense that I probably would gladly say that it was a small phase of being a thirteen-year-old, teenage daughter of an Asian city detective and an Irish/German nurse that could do it for me. At that point, I had penned a play that, if I ever find that only copy, I’d try to make it into a short story more than a dramatic play.

It wasn’t until I met Victoria (I’m using this name only to protect the actual person responsible for my molding into a writer) in High School that writing would become a necessity throughout my High School, eventually in College as well, career. She had gotten me into the world of fan fiction and that is what got me into writing. Of course, the one other person involved with my being crafted into a writer, would be credited to my father. If he hadn’t gotten me into reading books that have, and continue to fascinate me to this day, helped shaped my outlook into the world of fiction, I probably would have no idea what I’d be doing now.

Flash forward to the present day, and here I am, now at the start of being only 21 and my life has never been better. Of course, this would only mean that I have to keep on writing in order to get my name across any newspaper, magazine, or even on a website so that I can achieve the success of being a writer in today’s society. To end this post, I think I can leave you all to read an excerpt from one of my poems that I had to do for my poetry class this past spring semester. It is entitled “Lust” and it is inspired by my amazing boyfriend, who, at the time of my coming up with this poem, gave me a lot to work with. So, on that note, my fellow bloggers, may you seek a safe journey as you go about your day and may these words by the soul linger in your minds, hearts and souls:

"Caressing my hot flesh, your scintillate fingers/emits
shivers and sighs up and down,/like electricity, shocking every nerve/to
have me succumb to your touch,/lighting my eyes with a certain desire.

"Your lips leave a hot searing trail
in their wake,/hotwiring a sensation that has never been/at its peak before,
bringing a wave/to send me crashing through the foam,/leaving me lost inside
myself."