All you need is romcoms.

So after being single for-ever one starts getting cynical about it. (See what I did there?) But honestly, that’s not a surprise since us stupid human beings have manage to be cynical about almost everything in life that kinda upsets us but we try hard not to let it show, so naturally we start being mean, acting cold and usually talking in an elaborated almost pretentious way instead. #sorrynotsorry

Still, single and all as I am, romantic comedies are my favorite kind of comedies, kind of movies in general actually… No matter how cheesy, predictable, unoriginal or commercial they can be I truly believe they are one of those few still reliable things on earth. From a romcom at least you know what to expect and then also you can expect that every romcom will fulfill your expectations, agree? Even if you’re just expecting it to be super-dork and unreal, you’ll be happy to know that no matter how much terribly-dramatic scenes you watch along, things will go smoothly in the end.

*Except for those painful romcoms as “Me before you”… Gosh, I felt so betrayed when I saw that emotional-ambush! The end got me in tears and not the usual happiness-I wish it was me-tears but the awful P.S. I love you-why are you doing this to me-tears 😦

Yet again: sarcasm. That’s what I need at this exact point of my life. Witty jokes and sharp quotes.

I’m a hopeless romantic and a Valentine’s Grinch at the same time

Yesterday I almost watched “In my dreams” but oh Lord after 2 minutes of watching its stupidly-perfect main characters, I had enough. Both were so sweet and proper! I-couldn’t stand them. As contradictory as this may sound I’m a hopeless romantic and a Valentine’s Grinch at the same time, so what I needed was a pair of characters so wrecked and lost that hopefully wouldn’t make me feel worse about myself.

And luckily enough, I found them!

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In a different movie though… (next friday I’ll post about it)

Anyway, as much as I enjoy laughing at catchy lines and sighing at cheesy gestures, deeply inside I know that’s not the main reason why I watch romcoms… I guess there’s nobody who can deny that what we feel when we end up watching a romcom is: hope. Silly, childish, unfounded hope but that still works up your mood and makes you feel blindly positive. You know, like anything could happen and that it could actually happen to you with whom you never ever imagined and when you least expect it!

But also nothing-at-all could happen too because that’s in fact what you least, least expect after watching a romcom. Thereby after some time by your own you might realize that romcoms are just another exageration of life and love, of soulmates, destiny and good luck… and since nothing “romantic” happens to you in a while you’ll need to get back to romcoms to get the perfect substitude of love, your dose of hope; because just like when you are on a diet and you start feeling upset for not being allowed to consume sugar, you have to remember there’s always Splenda to sweeten your life!

And besides The Beatles explained it better:

All you need is love.

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Down the road

Maggie: I love you.

Antoine: …

Maggie: And down the road I’ve learned that there’s no way to love you more, to love you less. I love you as I have always loved you. From the first day when we met, to this day. I love you, Antoine. You always knew that, right?

 

A: I haven’t forgotten the night you visited me at the hospital… when I had that heart attack and my son called you because he thought I was about to die.

M: I would never forget that call. I felt my whole world collapse.

A: I heard him while he was calling you, I told him not to.

M: Why?

A: I’m not sure. I wasn’t sure that I was about to die so I thought there was no point on alarming you. But also, I considered dying, and I wasn’t sure I wanted you to watch me die anyway… I knew how it felt watching someone you love slowly go… and I didn’t wanted that for you.

 

M: So when your wife died…

A: So unfair.

M: True… Judy was amazing.

A: Honestly, she was indeed. Weren’t you jealous of her all this time?

M: Jealous? Not for a second, she had cancer, remember?

A: Don’t be mean, you know what kind of jealous I’m talking about. Not that you wanted her life but maybe…

M: Not. Maybe nothing, my love.

 

M: Remember when you had your first kid?

A: As if it were yesterday.

M: You were such a dork back in the days.

A: What you mean by “a dork”?

M: You know! Adorable but kind of dump haha

A: Kind of dump! What a thing to say!

M: Don’t sweat it, boy! All men are dorks when they are new parents.

A: I guess so… I must admit it’s one of the scariest yet most amusing parts of life.

M: Being a new parent… So many feelings, fears, dreams…

A: Now you are being a dork…

M: Ha! Is there any other way to be a parent?

 

M: Ugh, the divorce. Remember my divorce? I always wonder why I married him in the first place.

A: Because you had his kid.

M: Yes, right, that’s the logical answer but that wasn’t it. I had options. I could have chosen to be a single mother or abortion!

A: You couldn’t possibly, you were too proud of yourself to give anyone a chance to judge you.

M: Can’t deny it… I tried so hard to make it look like that was all I wanted: a family, a husband, a kid…

A: Though it wasn’t.

M: You were the only one who ever knew the truth.

A: That it was a mistake? That you, Maggie-the-perfect, messed up?

M: I didn’t even admit it to my mother. I regret that so much, you know?

A: Never ever told her?

M: Never-ever told anyone but you.

A: Woah… why? You know that humans do make mistakes, right Maggie?

M: Not me, you said it, Maggie-the-perfect… I couldn’t deal with it any other way. I couldn’t believe I had messed up my whole damn life in one night.

A: So you weren’t just lying to everyone… you were also lying to yourself.

M: Saying that it had been my intention to have that kid made me feel less stupid. I knew what everyone was thinking: poor stupid girl who felt in love with his professor and got pregnant. Such a cliché! Oh no, sir, I wasn’t going to be that stupid kiddo. No way. I had to do it. I had to affirm that I had everything under control, I was so decided to turn it all around… but how little I knew, ha… Anyway, even if I now regret it, I know it was the only thing that helped me go through it at that moment.

A: Lying?

M: Stop saying that I lied. I said that that was part of the plan to get me where I wanted and it actually did, by marrying Charles, a well known writer, a Chicago Tribune columnist, a professor of the Art Institute of Chicago, I got included in the top writing circles and God knows if without that green-card as a husband I would had made it to where I did.

A: You certainly would have, Maggie. Don’t fool yourself now, it’s been so long and there’s no wrong in admitting a past mistake.

 

M: And college; those million classes we had together… Ugh so painful.

A: Shut up, you still loved me then.

M: Of course I did, that’s why it was so painful

A: Well, I hated you, that’s why it was painful for me.

M: Why did you hate me?

A: You know well the answer. Or shall I say, the answer’s name…

 

A: Remember that Halloween we wore matching costumes and we strolled through the city the whole day long wearing them …

M: Don’t…

A: …Our trip to the cemetery, the “trick and treat” part, all the candy we stole from those kids and…

M: Don’t bring back that memory, Antoine, please!

A: …the party we crashed when the night came, what we did before it got us to jail for the first time! And I recall you were so afraid, and for the first time also I was the brave one, I stood up to the cop just as I did to your parents later that night.

M: …

A: Well, I guess you remember… Say something. You can’t deny it was so good.

M: Doesn’t it bother you to remember it was?

A: Bothers me? Why would it? Every time I think about it, I smile.

M: But it’s not a happiness smile, it’s a nostalgic smile, my dear.

A: What’s the difference? I smile because it was good.

M: Well, that’s why it bothers me so much. It was so good but so ephemeral. For so long it represented everything I would miss in the time to come… That was the day I felt alive for the first time, the day I knew what love was, what freedom felt like, while being behind that mask, not being me but a different self, I realized how it felt not to care about what others think, and what it meant having someone to trust, being sure that someone would have your back no matter what, not being afraid. I’ve never felt that way again, and that’s why I can’t bear to remember that day. It was one in a million; I’ve never had a day like that before, and I’ve never had a day like that after.

 

A: Have you realized that they day we broke up… was the day it all started?

M: …

A: When you called me at 3 am after that big, stupid fight… and you told me you loved me and that you just wanted to make it clear that it was because of all that love that you were choosing to let me go.

M: Wasn’t the Halloween adventure before our break up?

A: No. But you know that. I loved you more when we broke up.

M: You loved me more when you didn’t have me, what a shame, all men are the same.

A: Halloween was two months after our break up, we had started talking again a few weeks before…

M: I know… And I also remember I told you I wanted to do something for Halloween…

A: And I knew how much you loved Halloween

M: So instead of just suggesting a normal thing to do, scary-movies marathon, trick or treat night…

A: I planned the whole thing. Well, except for the cops part.

M: Oh! So you planned the party crashing and the pot and…

A: Before you accuse me of planning our first time too, I must assure you that was just a silver linning!

M: I don’t believe you.

A: I don’t need you to believe me, I’ve never had.

M: So back to the point, seems like I was right again.

A: What are you talking about?

M: About letting you go. You just said that was the day when it all started.

A: Oh no, if you hadn’t let me go everything would have happened anyway but more nicely.

M: You know it wouldn’t. We wouldn’t have passed from the high-school-sweethearts label.

A: So what you are saying is you were damn sure that by breaking my heart we could go past that label to what was about to unfold between us, a lifetime relationship.

M: Damn sure I was, you are right.

A: You’re wicked. And you are heartless… yet you called me that night saying you loved me.

M: I called you at 3 am that night because I knew you hated me at that moment but I wanted to make sure that you’ll love me down the road.

A: …

M: And now… that we’ve been down the road, darling… would you say you love me?

A: …

M: Do you, Antoine?

A: I hate… I hate to do this. But I guess I must admit you were right all this time… Yes, you were always right, Maggie. And I love you.

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Waiting for…

I’m not sure what am I still waiting for… for you to call? For you to say “hello” the next time we cross paths? A text? An inbox? A DM? am I still waiting for you?

Truth is I have tried to move on, not to think about you, not to try and work you into the conversation every time I’m having a coffee with my friends, not to remember what you told me when we first met while I’m trying to concentrate on a test, not to miss your kisses when I’m trying to sleep at night… But it’s too hard. Because pretending is hard. Lying is hard.

I miss you. I can get over you.

Not yet.

I often think that I should have tried harder, I should have been the one who called you, asked you out one more time, told you that I loved you before you said goodbye.

But the little logic that my brain still beholds, reminds me that you didn’t want me to try at all, you weren’t waiting for my call, you wouldn’t want to go out one more time because if you had wanted so you would have said “hi” that one time we saw each other at a bar. But you didn’t want to.

What am I still waiting for?

I guess you were the last one… I gotta find somebody new, someone different to wait on. Because, honestly, I don’t even know what am I still waiting for.

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100* This Love

We’ve hit 100 posts about 100 songs in this blog!

And after writing about a hundred songs, all from different artists and from a wide range of music genres, times and backgrounds, I was wondering what have changed for me, in this blog but also in my life…

 

I started writing posts about music two years ago and the first song I wrote about was Wild Heart by The Vamps just after I listened to it for the first time. The beginning of that post reads:

This week one of my best friends –with the best music taste– shared with me a song from a british boyband. I felt surprised when I saw it wasn’t One Direction nor The Wanted but a not so popular band with one less singer “The Vamps”.

At the time I was fully a Directioner, previously I had been fan of all Disney artists from Miley to the Jonas Brothers. I could sing to every song in the radio as if I had studied the lyrics before, actually, and the people who know me won’t let me lie about this, I could sing to almost every song including Guns and Roses, Bon Jovi or Bryan Adams (all time favs). Well, I still do…

However by the end of that post I also mentioned something about road trips, friends and running away… Luckily for me I’ve made lots of road trips with friends already and in some way I’m always on the run. But also, two years later, The Vamps has turned out to be one of my favorite bands ever; I love their covers, video blogs, new album and, simply, I love them!

While realizing that I didn’t know anything about them before I wrote that post and the fact that I didn’t imagined I would become so obsessed with their sound after I published it, I’ve realized that life resembles a lot to music in the way that at first we are all strangers but you never now who might end up being your boyfriend, your best friend or even your hero.

This love for music unites. For me, it’s fascinating to see the way music brings together a variety of people that otherwise would hardly meet. For instance, take concerts: kids, teenagers, young adults, ADULTS and everyone there is enjoying the same moment together and singing along to the power of music regardless of their differences!

Ultimately that’s what I love about music; it’s an experience that’s better if shared because it connects you with those you have around and also the ones who are far away and at times even with those who have long left…

Weird thing is that I started this part of my blog by writing about some random band I didn’t know and today I’m celebrating with this classic band I’ve always adore. I guess, it’s just the habit; to always come back home. But if there’s something else I’ve learned through this blog-experience is that even though first impressions matter, you can always take a second look at the situation/person/song because at the end, changing your mind isn’t as bad as it may seem. And sometimes accepting that you were wrong is just as right as being right. Did that make sense? I hope it did.

So back to the point of what has changed… Certainly lots of little things most of them for the best, some hard to forget but the vast majority glad to remember. Overall I’m happy to see that I’m still that girl who appreciates her friends, life surprises and good music taste!

And that’s the reason why I made the following video for you to enoy. 😉

This month I had the opportunity to watch Maroon V playing live in Mexico City. I went to their concert with an amazing friend of mine; we sang out loud, danced a lot (as you can tell while watching the not-so-steady shots on the video #sorrynotsorry) and once again I remembered why I’m so so so in love with music, trips and experiences like this.

I also included a short tribute to one of my best friends, Fer Alemán, who saddly is no longer with us but who I remember dearly. Hoping that through out this compilation of Maroon V hits you can feel the emotion and excitement I felt while listening to such good music with someone really special.

Thanks for reading, watching and sharing the love for music always.

*The lyrics to This Love by Maroon V are on the video.

Feel free to share, comment or like. ❤

99* The one

How do you know when a song is “The One”?

When you listen to it for the first time but still feel like you have always known the lyrics. You get butterflies in your stomach. The beautiful kind. Is love at first heard.

The strong piano chords to begin with, the ballad rhythm and the lyrics make this song from Kodaline such a wedding worthy song!

It makes me cry. For real. And I’m not even the crying-type.

Plus I just love this video so much. From beginning to end, the way the camera slides, the screen divided in two and the substance, the story, everytime love was so close and yet so far…

Tell me,
Tell me that you want me,
And I’ll be yours completely
For better or for worse.

I know,
We’ll have our disagreements,
Be fighting for no reason.
I wouldn’t change it for the world.

‘Cause I knew
The first day that I met you
I was never gonna let you,
Let you slip away.

And I
Still remember feeling nervous
Trying to find the words to
Get you here today.

You make my heart feel like it’s summer
When the rain is pouring down.
You make my whole world feel so right when it’s wrong.
That’s how I know you are the one.
(…)

Life
It’s easy to be scared of.
With you I am prepared for
What is yet to come.

‘Cause our two
Hearts will make it easy
Joining up the pieces
Together making one.

(…)

When we are together you make me feel like my mind is free and my dreams are reachable
You know I never ever believed in love,
I believed one day that you would come along
and free me

(…)