Glasses clank and voices raise,
Whilst in ‘spirit Jubilant souls to Bacchus praise. Earlier scene of sober gathering, Bodies now lay intoxicated,
Slain by California Kings.
I thought the human race being the intelligent creatures we are, usually invent and come up with the easiest and shortest ways around situations!? We got tired of candles, someone invented the light bulb; We got tired of walking, people started coming up with all modes of transportation. In the new age of texting we’ve come up with slangs such as “brb” , “ttyl” and “lol” just so we don’t have to go through the rigors of bogus words and sentences (yawning lazily); Microchips have shrunken to the Nano and so on…. So how is it that a simple 3 word sentence like “I love you” gets to be stretched out to one of 5 or 6 words instead? Well I have a theory…
The Player of the Middle Ages
It turns out that the phrase “fall in love” is connected to the idea of “falling head over heels,” which was used in the 1300s, and is another term for being struck suddenly by great romantic attraction to someone else.(Excerpt from wisegeek.com)
The key phrase here is “Romantic attraction” people. What is that?! You either love the person or you don’t! Or why not just say “I’m romantically attracted to you”, and quit confusing people? Its all based on chemicals I tell you!
Okay back to the subject matter… my theory of the origin of this appalling modification.
Well there is no easy way for me to say this but if this sentence can actually be linked back to the 1300s then I believe it was coined up by some womanizing Knight, for some unfortunate fair maiden. No, scratch that! More a Troubadour than a Knight…. or maybe he was both.
In his bid to woo this fair lady he will do all he can to win her affection but his honor will not allow him speak those 3 sacred words in deceit. It would be sacrilege! (…maybe he’s a Knight after all)
There’s the option of him saying “I lust you”, but then in an era of chivalry such as his, he has no intention of devaluing the virtue of his one night stand, not verbally anyway. He writes her shams of love letters and poetry telling her how beautiful she is; How the shape of her eyes reminds him of stars and all that jazz, but the player still doesn’t score. This maiden is a hard nut to crack, a challenge, but he will not back down! (…definitely a Knight!)
The situation calls for drastic measures. He now realises how desperately he has to incorporate the sacred words into his libretto or else risk losing out on this conquest. A bulb lights up in his head. Eureka!
(The Victorian Player)
Down on one knee; her hand in his, he speaks the words ….”I am in Love with You”.
SCORE!!!!!!!!!
The maiden is flustered. She takes the bate all because somewhere in that sentence she hears I, Love and You. Its a happy day for both parties. She goes away feeling that she has the heart of a man now and he goes away with the experience of them doing the nasty somewhere in the woods or perhaps even in a barn.
They probably meet the next day and he pretends like nothing has transpired between them, and when she asks about his words of love he then repeats his statement s-l-o-w-l-y, adding that it was actually a declaration of his “Burning desire”. She really can’t argue with his defense so I’m guessing she ends up throwing herself off a bridge or something… And so birthed the era of damage and heartbreak all because of 5, no, 6 little words. The invention of this lengthier statement has however aided a cult of people since then. Till this very day, in the wrong hands it is one of the most valued weapons used in hurting the vulnerable heart.
Casanova may have got all the credit for being the god father of womanizers but trust me, the faceless individual with the gumption to come up with a sentence so strong, so passionate, so intense would definitely have bagged a whole lot more chicks than dear Giacomo.
But I think I would have done it even better… Why waste time thinking up new sentences when all you need do is say “I LOVE YOU”, fingers crossed?
…JUST MESSING WITH YAL!!!! 😉
“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart, or burn down your house, you can never tell.”
Its morning, She rises up same time as every other day, and with a wide smile on her face she stretches and gives out a “GOOD MORNING!” This of course does not go down too well with her partner who irritably grabs the pillow from her side of the bed and hurriedly places it over his head as he buries his face in the one beneath him. He absolutely hated those “Good Morning” moments.
Despite the fact that he has become accustom to the episode each time she wakes beside him, i.e. Her going off like a village rooster, the insecure bloke is more upset and resentful of the way she sounds each time she gives the customary salutation. Its comes out with this rapturous burst of energy… “How come I never make you sound that way at night?” he says unable to conceal his envy any longer. “Excuse me!” She replies as she turns in surprise, unsure of the muffled words that have come from within the pillows. With his face off the pillow this time he repeats his question, but unable to look her in the eyes as he does. “How come I never make you sound that way at night?” After a few seconds of shocking silence she lifts herself from the other side of the bed where she’s seated; In his baggy “Tees” she laughingly jumps on the back of her sulking lover. “You are such a child” she says as she plays with his ear lobes.
Seductively she lays on his bare back and whispers:
“Why feel spite for the morning, is she not good? Why vex as I salute day’s dawning? It is only with gratitude…
Do not compare my heightened sound of day to my lowly moans of night, when your hands, your lips, your skin upon me fill me with delight.
You desire screams as our bodies entwine and I reel in orgasmic pleasure? Well forgive me as the words lay caught in my throat while the moment I treasure.
Be not jealous of the morning and the excitement she brings me, but bless her as she gives way to the evening, and into the night once again we will be”
“This is some real Shakespearean ish” he says to himself as she nibbles on his right ear lobe and with her fingers plays with the hair on his naked back…. But hey, it worked! His supremacy over the morning is finally restored! He turns, and taking her in his arms plants a long kiss on her lips and with a look of mischief in his eyes he says “well the morning can have your screaming salutations, I on the other hand can make you moan whenever the hell I want!” She giggles as they kiss.
Yep! Its that time again when a girl’s got to rant about her mother! … Yes, Yes! She’s still my Roomie!
This time however its pretty different… I have matured you see…. NO, I’m not a parent just yet, but I HAVE become more patient and understanding towards most situations…. In other words, I’ve developed a thick skin ;). Its been a year since my post, “My Mommie; My Roomie!” where I shared the ordeal of experiencing my Mama at close range. Today I have decided to give an update on the progress of our cohabitation… ENJOY!!!! 😀
Life After Papa:
I guess we’ve had to adjust when it comes to mother, daughter misunderstandings. I must tell you that it was quite a bumpy road we were on initially… I distinctly remember a shoe flying across the room during one of our bouts :D. In my father’s absence my baby brother has had to take on the role of buffer, husband and even Pops :D… You should see when my mom and I have the poor fella settling issues. Its in those moments I realise how alike he is with my late old man :).He never takes a side; he just goes silent and has this silly gaze like he’s been walking the Cannabis field, and I can bet in those moments he’s thinking “Do I look like freaking King Solomon to you ladies?!” :|. Papa however, being the diplomat that he was in his later years, always offered some sort of advice in the end.
So you would think my brother isn’t much of a buffer right? WRONG!… That unnerving silence of his can be SO annoying, that soon mama and I tend to forget our differences and turn on him. Its helped to reduce the incidents to a minimum because we figure that we will only get aggravated in the end… Talk about a strategy, know! 😉
… But it hasn’t been all about quelling fights.
In the past one year I have also come to see a side of my mother that I admire and makes me proud to be her daughter on a daily :)… In spite of her loss she is still that strong woman she’s always been known to be. Papa’s death didn’t break her the way I had feared it would. She took ill for a little bit but the battle axe bounced right back to health thank God! :). Naturally she misses her husband dearly and talks about him EVERY CHANCE SHE GETS! Yet she’s managed to take the gap he made in that big, “Mary Poppin’s bag” like heart of her’s and fill it with love for the new and old people in her life…. Papa wasn’t her world, she was his… 🙂
She’s out of town for about a month starting next week, leaving ME to be a big girl all by myself…. NOT! She would never do that to any of her babies! ;)… I envisage Momsie doing all she can to keep close even when 2 continents away… She recently got a Blackberry and of course she’s expecting ALL her off-spring to be on her list once the Messenger App.’s been activated…. Why that never happened long before this planned trip I will never know. Thank GOODNESS she’s not on Facebook right! 😐
She gets under my skin once in a while that’s for sure, but I just have to love her for the innocently comical and loving mother she is. PLUS, I ALWAYS remind myself how someday it will be my turn to be pretty annoying and so I’m taking it easy on the old lady 😉
There are two side to every coin…. My Mom sure is a SHINY ONE! 🙂
Day broke as she sat alone before a set and yet untouched dinner table surrounded by Burnt out scented candles. With blood shot eyes and a gloomy demeanor, benefits of tears from the night before, she proceeded to strip her surrounding of the mood she had set for a would be romantic evening with “Baby” the night before… Too bad Baby didn’t make it home. Its not unusual, Baby is a hard worker and hardly makes it home most nights anyway, but at least this time he could have called!
This was one of their many tales of “Dinner gone wrong”, only in this case he had made the mistake of letting it play out on their anniversary, “the very first and the last of them” she thought to herself as she threw their anniversary dinner in the trash. She wonders how she has made it through a year with this giver of little or no time; How she even came to bear his name in the first place still partially remains a mystery to her! “Damn Las Vegas and their unholy rituals of matrimony! Damn drunkenness and debauchery and damn her staunch catholic faith” she thought. Although over the months she had come to love him as a husband the only true fact of their marriage was that in one night she and Baby had gone from being two best friends on a wild holiday, to man and wife.
Their “I dos'” had been said in a state of drunkenness and stupor. Even in that moment of cleaning away she was unable to recollect what actually happened that night in Vegas, sadly marriage only started for her when she woke with a deathly hangover to find a cheap-ass ring on her wedding finger. It was only a year ago yesterday but the wedding band already looked a decade old! Gold had faded to copper, which now reacted with sweat on her finger leaving a green stain each time she removed it.
She pauses and looks down at the piece of bondage fitted snugly on her hand. Suddenly ripping it off, she gives off a scream that sounds almost like the whistle of an old model train. “BABY MY ASS!” she bellows… The pad is almost back to normal now, but in her rage she turns a room previously set for romance and presently near tidy into a den for venting off her frustration. She breaks and tears and pulls and throws aside.
Barging into their bedroom she grabs Baby’s shoes, his clothes and whatever else of his she can find; as many as she can carry at a time. Out the door, into the front yard and on the paved floor they go! Her sanity seems to return with the last of his things out the door. Standing at the foot of the entrance she stares down at the mess she had made of Baby’s things and lets out a sigh of satisfaction, “that will teach him!” she murmurs. Now calm, she finds that she and her house have been the object of attention to anyone who cared to notice… MANY noticed! She also realised that she was not exactly in the proper attire to be seen by her unsuspecting audience. The brand new baby doll lingerie was meant for Baby’s eyes only. Giving a weak smile at anyone whose eyes met with hers, she calmly backs into the house, but just as she shuts the door a car pulls into the drive way running over a leg of a pair of pure leather Gucci shoes, Baby’s of course.
Almost stumbling she hurriedly made it out the door; not caring this time who saw, she advanced to witness the look of horror on Baby’s face only to be filled with a horror of her own. By the car stood Baby with a bouquet of flowers in hand and buried within, a box with a wedding ring more grand. Apparently Baby had played a prank that ended up going south on him.
Although little could be remembered of her wedding day, what she seemed to forget was the date, the 1st of April. This would be her undoing. Baby had managed to mess with the dates and her mind the day before and in her carelessness she too had lived through their wedding anniversary a day too soon…. Oops! 😉
It was definitely one of their many tales of “Dinner gone wrong”, but perhaps the worst ever…
Glasses clank and voices raise,(The Victorian Player)
Yet she’s managed to take the gap he made in that big, “Mary Poppin’s bag” like heart of her’s and fill it with love for the new and old people in her life…. Papa wasn’t her world, she was his… 🙂 
Day broke as she sat alone before a set and yet untouched dinner table surrounded by Burnt out scented candles. With blood shot eyes and a gloomy demeanor, benefits of tears from the night before, she proceeded to strip her surrounding of the mood she had set for a would be romantic evening with “Baby” the night before… Too bad Baby didn’t make it home. Its not unusual, Baby is a hard worker and hardly makes it home most nights anyway, but at least this time he could have called!
Festival King 