nekomatta

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

I love my parents but their choice of music is about to send me to a retirement home--literally. I feel like a brittle, seventy year old crone shuffling mah-jong tiles with the severity of a sloth whenever I hear the crackly old chinese tunes filter out from the speakers. I suppose my parents feel just about the same when they listen to my generation of trash.

Ok, I'll admit I brazenly plucked that title off one of Judith McNaught's bestsellers. I suspect that my style of writing these few days has (and probably will continue to be) very much been influenced by the 500 pages-or-so paperbacks I've been earnestly studying. And what, pray do tell, is someone with the attention span of a three year old like me doing with volumes of romance novels? Ah, let's just say historical romance is the ultimate escapism. A little shallow since every book ends with a happy ending, really. Although, that's why I'm reading it in the first place--to resuscitate my faith in romance.

As I went on ranting about how enamored I was with the book, Mark had only this to say:

sean :: glasshalo.com/nekomatta - i'll leave my love between the stars
"a kingdom of dreams" - judith mcnaught

sean :: glasshalo.com/nekomatta - i'll leave my love between the stars
and that's how romance should be >.>

Mark [ ... ]
fake?

*ChriStina*
lol

Ye of little faith! :P
Then again, where else would you read that a man likes it when the object of his affection is in a murderous rage and yet she's adorable to the point all he wants to do is snatch her up and cuddle her like an angry kitten. The cuddle and angry kitten part made my insides crumble a little.

Sigh, only with the Duke of Claymore I suppose.

Of course, everyone in the books are perfect. Their imperfections aren't really imperfections. Really now, a "plain" lady with hair like golden flames and brilliant blue eyes only the more so complimented by her bewitching smile and lyrical laughter. And her sister? Outshines the sun, moon and other heavenly bodies known and unknown to man. I now feel as attractive as a pile of dusty rocks.

I would like to think my self love would withstand the resplendent images of beauty Judith McNaught's books project. I've been accused of many things in my mere twenty-two years of age, mostly truths and some flamboyantly outrageous lies. But who wants to hear about the good comments, really? The most amusing personality I've been accused of portraying (and very recently too) is that of a hired gun! Only in my wildest dreams have I ever aspired to become a notorious, provocative spy vixen. I was supposedly an instrument of stealth, seduction, chaos and deceit--strangely enough deployed internally to aid some ongoing twisted psychological warfare. I'm not sure if I should be terrified that some mentally deranged person was able to fabricate such lies and that his conscience isn't pricked the least bit or extremely flattered. As laudative as it may be, the reality of it is that a woman of my ah, disposition, does not qualify whatsoever as a seductress.
Ask anyone who truly knows me and I am pretty confident they'll laugh themselves six feet into the ground.

Although disapprovingly unethical, I bow to the mad man's creativity. With that said, it's best to let bygones be bygones.

Of course, as much as I enjoy historical romances, the modern day fantasy ones are just as sinfully delicious on the imagination. For example, L.J. Smith's The Forbidden Game Trilogy (or rather, a silver-haired hottie named Julian) sent my imagination spiraling into a timeless... otherworldliness. It's been awhile since I read the trilogy. Maybe I'll revisit the Shadow World tonight ;)

Oh, and if anyone was wondering, the sea cucumber tasted like a more savory, textured and thicker version of fish maw. Yes, asian people eat the strangest things. The stranger it is, the more it's considered a delicacy.

So, have you heard about the polar bear claw dish...? ;)

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