Pure, Raw, Explosive Pleasure.

I'm having a compulsive obsession with French foreign films. I've watch 5 this past week and i blame it all on one movie....

Love Me if You Dare.

If you haven't seen it. Buy it, Download it, Rent it, Borrow it from me.
Its worth seeing at least once.

And why?

Well, there is a scene which script is MAGIC. As i like to define it, the movie is an aggressive love story and if you are sensitive to dirty-ish talk, maybe re-think watching it.  But like any love movie there is always the plot line where the starring couple spends time away from each other and it's during that time, the two of them realize that without each other, life is half ass.That everything that once gave them the complete feeling of full pleasure in life, is no longer good enough.

Sooo i've gone ahead and provided you with the script that defines what I too think, a person should feel like the moment that realization hits them that they've fallen madly. in. love.

Julien: "Sophie was back in the game! Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas's trilogy, the muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft and Cindy Crawford's beauty mark! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates' fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger's testosterone shots, Pam Anderson's lips! Woodstock, raves... Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, Better than life!" 

Couldn't have said it better myself.

Patience is a Virtue.

Patience.

An old crush once told me that guys like a chase when it comes to girls and as I have observed, girls too like the same thing.

 To me, this "chase" is like running through a pitch black room the size of the world. With your arms outstretched and your ears listening in full alert, you wait for that perfect moment to grab a hold of that person, the one you yearn for, the one that's often known as, "your soulmate." What a feeling it must be to grasp your lover and experience what seemed to be the impossible!!


Love.

  

Then, suddenly, the lights come on and you see them for who they really are. 

Sometimes, they turn out to be more than you ever dreamed of and you wonder, how did I get so lucky?

Sometimes your eyes take a while to adjust and although your weary of the person who's hand you hold, you grasp them anyway. It doesn't matter how awkward or discomforting they are, you found somebody. Then, your eyes adjust and they really aren't anything much of what you hoped for. So rather than release them, you push all things aside and turn the lights back off. You continue to hold their hand and never let go or face the truth, fearing that you may never find "love" again.

And then there are other times, those when the person you had such high hopes for turns out to be your worst nightmare and you spend the rest of your life fearing the dark, never EVER taking the risk to find love again..

I do not believe there are limits to how many people you can love because who really knows what this is anyway? however, for me, I refuse to let the nightmares get to me, I refuse to settle with the unwanted, and if Mr. right comes along then I imagine I won’t have to search at all, i continue to believe that our hands will just gravitate naturally and meet.. and, if one day time runs out, the lights turn on and I find that there was never anyone in my world to begin with, then at least I will have learned patience.

[pa·tience noun /ˈpāSHəns/ 1. The capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset   2. Uncomplaining endurance.]]