the leaving song

So this is one of the lyrics that touched me...its a bit sad but the meaning is there...

"The Leaving Song" by AFI

Walked away, heard them say

"Poison hearts will never change,

walk away again

"Turned away in disgrace

Felt the chill upon my face

cooling from within

It's hard to notice gleaming from the sky

When you're staring at the cracks

It's hard to notice what is passing by

with eyes lowered

You...

walked away, heard them say

"Poisoned hearts will never change,

walk away again"

All the cracks,

they lead right to me

And all the cracks will crawl right through me

All the cracks, they lead right to me

And all the cracks will crawl right through me,

and I fell apart

As I... walked away,

heard them say

"Poisoned hearts will never change"

Walked away again

Turned away in disgrace

Felt the chill upon my face cooling from within

The Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest!

Romeo and Juliet two star-crossed lovers who are loins of two foes. Noah and Allie (the Notebook) A wealthy upper class girl and a hardworking lower class boy who's love fights status. Satin and Christian (Moulin Rouge) A prostitute and penniless writer in constant battle to preserve their love. Edward and Bella a vampire who has fallen deeply in love with his most desirable prey.What do these great love stories have in common? Forbidden Love. A love so instantly bound, with such intensity that many would see it as lust. But in fact its its love in its purest form. The improbability of this great love's triumph is what captures our hearts and entrances our minds. The uuncertainty of the lovers ability to make it through all of the surrounding conflicts plays on our emotions and makes yearn for more. The best love stories of all time contain forbidden love...here is a little excerpt something that I'm working on its a romantic story called forbidden love.

Forbidden Love By Jennifer Imparato

Suddenly the spinning stopped and her body dropped limp towards the hard pavement that awaited her. In that same instant, as if out of thin air, he had caught her. An inch above what would have been a harsh welcoming from the cold ground. She laid there for what seemed like forever in his strong valiant arms. Streams of water flowing from her eyes without command. Just seconds ago her body was lifelessly ready to take its place as another corpus on the ground. But now has transformed into livewire of emotion. She had never opened her watery eyes to view this hero’s face for she didn't need his face to verify, his scent alone validated his identity. His unique scent of honey and flowers that danced in her nose and swirled flavor onto her tongue. It was a scent unlike any other for it was the most inhumanely delicious scent that with just the smallest amount made her mouth water and yearn for more. He swooped her up with ease as she buried her tears into his chest. Her long blonde hair flew in the wind swirling around her head as he carried her across the crowded pavement at what must have been a fast past but in his arms felt like floating. Lying there against him she had felt an intense magnetic connection that was unfamiliar. It was as if she NEEDED him. She felt like he completed the missing half of her heart that had minutes ago been the cause of her choice to give up on life altogether. She needed him as if he was the sun behind the stormy cloud of life she had so wished to leave. Her mind spewed thousands of unanswered questions that continued to raise the pace of her unsettled heart. How did he know where she would be? Why did he care? What could he possibly want with her when he could easily have any he desired? Suddenly as if an answer to her thoughts he slowly touched his upper lip to her lifeless lower lip. He held it there while his sweet floral breath was tickling her nose and filling her body with adrenaline. He then gently laid her on a huge canopy bed. She should have been afraid; she should have noticed how inhumanly short the trip into his bedroom took. Instinct should have filled her with shock that she had gone from stranger to lover without one word of conversation. But like a dream this god-like man enchanted her mind. This angel who had just saved her from the pits of hell and brought her soul to the heaven that she never before saw as a reality. Until now. She opened her eyes for the first time since her fall to get a better view of her heaven.

Here is a little forbidden kiss from my movie...Twilight

My Poem

Here is a semi sad poem I wrote this weekend alone with my mind ha ha well enjoy...


Trials of the Hopeless Romantic

Alone. Left out like a used toy hidden in the darkness under a child's bed. Empty. Body limp with exhaustion from the games of love impostors.Tired. Living an internal battle between the heart and the mind.Confused. Is my heart punching in my chest forcing me to reminisce of the warmth when my life was once shared. Defeated. Is my mind for time never healed but further decayed the wounds.Drained. With the inner voice screaming at my hopeless romantic but reality taking breathtaking blows. Weak. wondering if a rusted heart can be polished to shine again. Ssuppressed. So much passion locked inside like a beautiful flower who's bud wont release.Worthless. wasting time staring into the cracks letting the world pass by.Stubborn.Living life loveless for though the fight to find love is pain stricken, the prize is life changing. Foolish. For these legs will keep walking down this path until Love is once again injected into my veins and sedates my pain.

I have also added a song that I cant stop singing I LOVE it! its an old disco song called Romeo and Juliet...they actually use words from the play including the entire prologue..enjoy it!!!For your personal hopeless Romantic...Jeni

Love story part 3:Jesse

The Heart Breaker
I had was on my way for an interview at Fred Astaire dance studios. That was when I first saw him. He was gorgeous. His hair was nicely don’t he had on a pair of fitted dress slacks and a nice button up shirt that was a couple buttons undone. He spent the interview talking to me in a casual normal voice explaining things but stumbling a bit. I kept a strong contact with him to show my interest…in what he was saying…lol.. he was funny and kind and after asking and answering my questions he took me out on the dance floor to try some steps. I must say I was definitely a bit flustered because as if his looks were not perfect enough but then he can move his body better then I have EVER seen a man move. His shoulders and arms strong and his hips that would roll with each note the song played. I was speechless and a bit clumsy because it was hard to concentrate. I had already known I got the job because the owner of the place was brothers with my mom’s best friend/ my sisters godmother. That was who told me to go there in the first place because of my love for dance. After my interview I came in every day during the summer for training with different employees that were not teaching. I made sure to always look my best and try my hardest to dance up to par. It had never crossed my mind that Jesse would like me although I would flirt often and pay close attention to him during staff meetings. It was harmless flirting and I was never about to fool myself that it could be more. I mean I came to find out that Jesse along with the daughter of the guy my mom knew (her name is Jackie) were the REAL owners of that studio and the guy my mom knew was owner of the franchise for the Illinois region. In other words Jesse was my boss. He was an incredible dance / dance partner to Jackie(who had been dancing and wining title since she was 4). He had been on dancing with the stars, and he was 29 years old. What the hell would he see in me? He would never look past the 10year age difference even though to me age is a number. Not to mention the fact that he once dated Jackie until she cheated on him with his younger brother who was another great dance instructor at their studio. Well he ended up SOMEHOW liking me..He text me one night that went something like this…”you like me don’t you” me “umm why do you ask” “this is bad we cant” me” what are you talking about can’t what” “I mean I want to “ me “ ok then do it” “then how about we meet up sometime maybe for a movie or something” me “ ok well let me know”…… I was in shock this whole convo happened at like 3am and I was floating to the thought that the one man I thought would never take a second glance at me just asked me out…and out of NOWHERE!..well we met up that weekend after work which was like 11pm. I ran home to put on a cute dress and get all dolled up. He came to the door all dressed nice and we sat at this bar/restaurant and talked. He was so uncomfortably shy and I was confidently outgoing it was so strange. I felt so in control. The end of the night he took me out of the car and we talked and walked around my neighborhood. Finally upon leaving he walked me to the door and kissed me. Our kiss was soooo perfectly blended, You know when you just kiss someone and it worked so nicely it was like no one had to try and yet it was so passionate. Well Jesse and I fell for each other we started off keep it a secret from everyone and meeting after work in the parking lot of a near by restaurant or whatever just to give each other a kiss and hug that filled the whole rest of the work day with tension until that moment. He formally asked me out and I exactly accepted. We had SOOOOOOO many good times together and a most unforgettable fourth of July! Finally he told Jackie and the owners after we were seeing each other for 1 month and are serious. Well the work tension got almost unbearable but the way we felt had no limits and we were both willing to fight …and we did. I was the MOST MOST romantic guy ever! I mean jerry was the most chivalrous and passionate but Jesse was just a romancer. He was an artist which made it even better when he romanced me. He not only could dance but he played the guitar and sang/wrote his own music (one song that was for me), He was a painter and one day took head shots of me and eventually painted my portrait. He had always just painted the women in his head but hew wanted to try to do one from a real photo. (I was the first) . He would come home from big dance competitions early to come see me and take me out to dinner. For example one night he called me at like 9pm unexpectedly and tyo me to hurry to get dressed he is taking me out and he is coming straight from the airport. He came to my door with 2 roses in his hand and all dressed up and handsome. Then he took me to pete millers steak house to eat and for dessert ordered every one of the desserts. Things like that. He lived in lidenherst which was by Wisconsin and I would drive an hour there to stay with him and then an hour back home for work. He would light candles and music the whole bit. He was the one to ask to meet my family too! SO my mom invited him for dinner. He came with me to both of my sisters weddings and I can honestly say that I could have married him. He was in everyway the man that I could see being happy with and kids and all. I was with him for almost a year which is not THAT long I mean I had been in longer relationships but its just one of those things that you can just feel it. I would drive with him to Wisconsin to meet his family and go with him to his Sunday mass. We were wonderful , he was wonderful..until it all went to shit. His dad had been sick of 14years from a liver transplant and his dad was hitting his worse time yet. I had seen him get progressively worse as we would visit to the point that the last time we went to visit his dad could not go to the bathroom or sit up in bed or even eat. That was such a depressing visit. Jesse was a mess I cried in the backyard with his guitar as I tended to his father and then went out to comfort him. I was ALWAYS understanding and his rock when he needed me. Well Jesse became more distant and on a wed called me over. I had already knew that this was the break up but he insisted that I come over anyway. SO I did and he felt guilty saying that I’m more into now then I is because he is not the same person anymore and I deserve better. Blah blah and then he got all upset and said I didn’t want to do this because he was afraid I would stop talking to him, and I told him im not a child and I will not react like that, then I got to talking about his dad. He drank a FULL bottle of black label and I was afraid he was going to over do it to the point that he would die or get seriously ill so I forced him to stop (he had been drinking heavily a lot). I through all the drinks into the sink and helped drag him upstairs into his bed. ( at this point he sold his house and moved into an apartment that was 5min from where I lived. I pulled him into bed heartbroken but suffocating my personal feeling to tend to his needs. He was talking nonsense and I rub his back until he fell asleep. I stayed up all night with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart for I had realized that my vision of happiness would end when I walked out and close the door. I looked around the room at the easel I had spent $300 dollars on as part of his xmas gift with my portrait still being colored in. I thought about all the wonderful times at his old house…breakfast in bed ,barbeques just me and him, movies, talks, his playing the guitar, our slow dances..just everything and even now talking about it makes my eyes water. I could not believe that all that we had built for 10mnths was about to end. I will never to this day know what might have been. Well at about 8am and still awake I knew he was sound asleep so I slide his head off my chest and onto a pillow gave him a soft final kiss and whispered goodbye with one more long glance at the man that might have been. He will never know any of that happened it will just be another moment locked into my heart His dad died 3 days later and he called my the morning of. I was not only in shock with the news but in shock the he called me..we had not spoken since that night and I was happy that in such a trying time he would ask me to be there. My father died so I related to his emotions. Well anyways after everything he kept me hanging on a prayer of getting back together for 2 months ( that was our song “hanging on a prayer” bon Jovi..it was his idea)He would say he was depressed and lonely I would come over to the rescue and we would 4/5 of the times make love. If you did catch the hint..he was using me so finally I promised myself I would keep faith until the date of what would have been our year anniversary and if we were still the same I would just befriends. (I knew that he knew our anniversary because when we first started dating he gave me 6dozen roses on our 2month anniversary and I didn’t even know that was the date haha) 2 months later things didn’t change and so I told him that we would just be friends and his reply “ I will always love you” UGHHHHHHH…Well this story is already way longer then I wanted it to be and I left a lot out so ill get to the point..eventually I found out that during our last couple weeks she had cheated on me…with a virgin who worked in our industry. I was sooooooooooo pained you have no idea. All that love bullshit and he was just using me? After all that I did and gave to him. I was not clingy or needy or distant or anything. I was just loving, caring and passionate. HOW can you do that to someone ?? How can you hurt the one girl who never hurt you , who helped you in the most trying time of your life!! She told me he lit candles and played her a song and then he told her how hurt he was about his father so she believed he was sincere. DO you believe that crap….I kept it a secret for 8 months and just recently told him I know. He said a bunch of crap about how he didn’t want to hurt me but that he is not the say when he was with me I had all of him and all of him is not here anymore etc…Jesse broke my heart and since then I have been single for the past 9months…waiting to find the one man who will remind me how to love….Whether I find this man or not, telenovelas are my outlet to make me feel the love that I am lacking within my personal life kind of like temporarily filling the void with great stories of true love.

Love stroy part 2:Jerry

The Impossible Love
I went on spring break my senior year to Cancun. Me and Josh were going through our first breakup so this vacation was JUST what I needed to have some fun with my best friend. It was all girls me my mom my best friend, her mom, her sister(2years younger), and her sisters best friend. Let me tell you I had the most fun I have EVER had. We did a lot of drinking of course but me being the activity girl was sooo active. I mean I was playing tug of war, water polo, VOLLEYBALL, and participating in all the crazy events. I was the only girl who asked to do the iron man challenge that was an obstacle course with pushups and all were 3 men competed. I was 3 sec away from winning but I’m not a beer chugger lol. Any way that’s where I met Jerry. Jerry was the manager of the entertainment staff. He was tall, dark, and handsome! He was 27 years old and of course 100% Mexican fun outgoing and athletic. I met Jerry the second day I was there and we did everything together after that. He joined in on all the activities not just the ones he like so that way he could do them with me. When I didn’t do one he would come and eat lunch with me. He was sooo sweet. Every night was a show from the entertainment staff and then clubbing until 4am. Then I would wake up at 9 and jump up to get ready for more sun. One of the nights Jerry saw me sitting in the crowd and walked through everyone to come give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He would stare at me with these eye that would just penetrate right through me I swear. And his smile…UUUHHH I loved that smile it was sooo big and shiny compared to his darker complexion. The next night he pulled me up into the show to be part of it ! I was to act like a sexy girl who gets caught by her dad making out with a guy. It was so funny. Then after the show there was a live band playing music in the lobby. Well Jerry requested a salsa because he knew it was my favorite and danced with me right in the lobby. He was such a gentlemen. I have yet to meet a man that can match his chivalry and courting of a woman. He was kind to all of my family ( my best friend and her family is more like my second family). He was always so sweet to my mom which was so important to me because my mom is my world. He even took us out to this club on the outside of Cancun that had authentic Latin music not the American stuff all the other clubs played. I mean he left the other entertainers to tend to the other people so he could take us out. My last night he went up to my mom and asked her permission to take me to dinner. She said yes for she trusted him( my mom has always had great judgment) and she knew its what I wanted). That was one of the most unforgettable nights of my life. I mean roses and romantic words. Walks on the beach. It was just beautiful. Now most would say ok Jeni but that’s his job how do you know he is not that way with everyone. BECAUSE I KNOW. WE maintained contact all the next year texts, calls, e-mails, facebook whatever it took. The letters were all beautiful just little reminders of the one man who made me feel like a woman. Cherished and respected. Well last July over a year after we met, I went to Puerto Vallarta. He had already informed me that he got promoted to a higher pay at a different resort in Los Cabos. Well before I left for Vallarta I told him that if he could come visit I would love to see him..(mind you before this he had offered to send me tickets to go see him in México) You see he does not have a Visa thus he cannot come to the states. He has even been to Europe just not the US. Well he did not respond to I went two days later to Vallarta. Upon arriving I got a text from him asking if I arrived and that he told his work that he has business to fix so he needed an emergency leave. That gave him 3 days to spend with me and he would fly in 2 days. I was ecstatic. It was just my mom me and my little sister this time. Well he ended up getting a hotel and taking me out ever y day/night. He was passionately wonderful and I was addicted to the way he treated me. Jerry and I still talk but he still can’t come here and its hard for me to go there. If me and Jerry one day end up together then I would be soo happy but I am not waiting for him to let other love pass me by. Because if we were meant to be we WILL be. But if not then Jerry will always remind me of how a woman should be treated and how it feels to really be loved/what I really want from a man…To feel cherished and to be respected. I had slowly lost or just slightly forgotten that feeling when Jesse came along….

My Love story part one Josh

Ok so this blog was inspired by my personal narrative. I am beginning to understand why I am such a romantic. Upon writing my narrative I found it almost impossible to fit 10+ page examples on the different influences love has had on my life into a paragraph. The reason went beyond the fact that I ALWAYS write a lot (Mickey I love you for reading it anyway xo) but its because I am truly passionate about this topic. As you may know its love that made me decide to pursue acting specifically Spanish soaps. Since love is so big to me, RELATIONSHIPS have always had a big impact on the person I am.. There are 3 men who have really helped shape me. So I figured I would write about these men to you all and maybe get some feedback.
The high school sweetheart
Josh and I met when I was in 7th grade . He was a year older and of course that increased my attraction. We had never known each other, not even each other’s names. I had seen him at a big dance we would have once a month that would combine all the schools in the area. When I saw him there I recognized him from seeing him in the hallways because he was the only one with spiky black hair with blond tips. That was how I would always spot him. He was a football player, baseball player and undefeated wrestler and I a cheerleader and volleyball player. Without giving to much detail I subtly would flirt with him on the 3 rare occasions that we actually bumped into each other. One very random day Josh, I later came to find out that was his name, wanted to ask me out! So after school he did the “um I was wondering..do you want to date?” and I did the “Yea sure!” later that day my friend called me to ask if it was ok for Josh to have my number because he wanted to call me haha. We were young and soooo “in love” We did everything together! He became my best friend and the one person I could always count on. I went to all of his game and he went to as many of mine that did not clash with his meets. We were amazingly inseparable for two people that dated without even knowing first names. Watching the notebook sparks that memory of us enjoying eachother because we were that same giddy couple. It lasted for 4 years. After the 4th year Josh started to change. He quit all his sports to do baseball but then didn’t make the team is junior year and gave up on it altogether. He had always been a bit jealous but now he had become the worst jealous guy I have ever met. I would avoid making eye contact with guys to avoid a fight. His fights were horrible he would yell and scream without caring who was around..at our dances, sixflags, bbash is didn’t matter and I would weakly apologize just to get him to stop making a scene. Just to give a small example on the fights. During our homecoming dance I had my mom pin Josh’s flower as I always did because I did not know how nor did I want to poke him. Well later that night after some hardcore dancing my friend came up to me with her date. He asked me to fix the flower because it would not stay on and she couldn’t do it. So I said I would try. OH Josh blew up. Yelling at me for doing this guys flower but not his. He made me cry and the night was ruined. It got progressively worse and he would call me names and punch hole in walls. He obviously got his license before I did so he would always drive. Well when he would argue he would start speeding and slam on the breaks at the lights or stops. One time he blew up at me because I was looking out the window and a guy pulled up next to us. He accused me of flirting when my head was looking out the window since we got into the car! I mean the stories just get worse and so did the emotional damage. I finally talked back to him that year. I was tired of it and I went off and walked out of the car. He was so enraged that he ran up to me and grabbed my neck HARD…..I have never imagined him doing that but it was so quick he let go right away and we both cried. I ran away from him and he called me all night apologizing. He never touched me like that again I mean he was not an abuser but I never forgot that and my love for him changed a lot. I stuck with him two more years. We had our ups and downs. You have to understand he was my first EVERYTHING! I mean sexually, emotionally, and even just first to explore going to new places. He knew me like NO one else. So it was so hard to leave when you’re so secure and when you know that someone really loves you THAT much. And josh did love me THAT much. He would always say he would die if I left him. He got my name tattooed on his are during our 6th year together. The tattoo said “ per sempre amore Jeni” I will always love you Jeni in Italian. He was not Italian in fact he was adopted and we think he is polish and Mexican but regardless he wrote it in Italian because he hated my passion for the Latin culture it made him insecure. That damaged us a lot. Well after a lot of other crap and after having alone time in school my senior year and seeing what its like to breathe without Josh and rekindle OLD friendships I had lost because of our relationship, I got the courage to leave. It took two breakups for me to eventually say goodbye. You see we dated 6years NO BREAKS….then I met Jerry..

Pasion scene 2

(In this picture from left to right; Ricardo,Camila,Santiago the protagonists in Pasion)

My real blog it the one under this one but i finally to the video that I originally wanted to show from the same telenovela Pasion.....this is the episode right before the clip in my other blog....In this scene Camila is starting to fall hard for Ricardo. They just got back from a ball and he walked her home but asked if he could come in for a bit and she accepts....they start kissing for the first time and she stops because she thinks she shouldnt be kissing him but he knows that she thinks that so he says "dont be ashamed there is nothing more clean then affection" then Camila says " what if its not affection. what if its lust" and Ricardo says my favorite line " its not lust ,lust only responds to the skin (physically) but this is different, you must leave this to inpire (grow) because it could be the start of something that neither you nor I can imagine" They kiss and he tells her that he has to leave for a bit (pirate things to handle) she asks if it will be dangerous and he giggles saying danger is part of his life...she then says and you like living like that..he says in a more serious tone no and so she asks then why do you do it and he says sometimes in life you ar e pushed into difficukt situations ...the end of the scene he promises her that he will leave his pirate life so he can live a normal life... basically for her..Very romantic scene..ENJOY!!!



PASION

True Love

Love...I believe in it to the point that I feel it is one of the purposes in my life to fufill. To give as much love as I possibley can while also searching for "The One". My one and only. I have love instilled in me; its part of who I am. I am the hopelessEST romantic. I am the one that gets hust over again but still maintains faith. Its funny how there is always that one weakness that everyone has. (kryptonite) mine is love. Love is my greatest accomplishment and worst downfall. I am emotionally strong and mentally determined. I am as independent as i can get for now and yet with love I can fall apart. Regardless, I still believe in it for I think there is no power stronger then finding true love; no greater sense of completeness and purpose then that obtained by two soul mates. I am convinced of this truth, which is why a career path in spanish soaps suits me. I understand these women. The women who are lonley and sleep with men to temporarly fill their emptiness, The women who find the man of their life and fight the most terrible obsticales life has to give to fight for their love, The women who are so bitter from being loveless that they do horrible things to ruin love from others, The women who are afriad to love a man that is interested for fear of getting hurt, The women who flirt but never completley give themself to a man for fear of being powerless. The list goes on with all these women and more and all in ONE telenovela. soaps are always are about love. Most generally fall into one of these general topics; A poor woman falls in love with a rich man, A rich man falls in love with a poor woman, or a histoical romance set in reneissance or the revolution etc.. Do you see the common theme ..LOVE.The best way to descibe the format of novelas would be with a quote by Patricio Wills if telemundo, "The plot is always the same. In the first three minutes of the first episode the viewer already knows the novela will end with that same couple kissing each other. A telenovela is all about a couple who wants to kiss and a scriptwriter who stands in their way for 150 episodes." Like he said the beginning of the soap lets you know who the main lovers are and then it provides a main problem followed by a seris of unfortunate events but always ending with the bad guys getting there punishment and the lovers getting married. You can learn so much about culture in novelas as well because they always have subliminally informative episodes that explain a cultural thing or region. If you have never watched a telenovela then you have never satisfied your inner romantic. It is beautiful and addicting. I have written way to much so I will stop here and leave you all with a clip of a more recent novela that is one of my FAVORITES and that uses historical romance as its theme....Welcome to Telenovela one called...PASION or in english Passion......

The Break down,

Passion is about a beautiful woman named Camila who was in love with a guy named Santiago. The have loved eachother since they were little but a bunch of stuff happens in the beginning and they are seperated the day before their wedding. Camila through this seris of bad events gets captured by pirates( this all happens within the first 3 episiodes). She comes face to face for the first time with the captian of the ship Ricardo. This is where the love story REALLY begins. She hates him because on the ship she and the others who were captured are treated like slaves and are on there way to be sold as so. Ricardo, however, is not a bad pirate and when they get to where they were going to sell the captives he gives a pirate money to buy the freedom of camila and a few others. Well of course the pirate does not do this and keeps the money for himself( he way later in the soap fights with Ricardo and dies). Camila is therefore bought as a slave for this old mean man who just so happens to be the uncle of Ricardo. This man despise life and his own sister and his blind daughter because in the past the girl he fell in love with was in love with his brother (Ricardos father) which is why he also HATES Ricardo....((((The plot thickens))))) The man Educates camila and cleans her up and buys her nicer clothes of. None of this matters to her because she just wants to go back home to her love santiago of whom she was seperated. The blind daughter gets jealous of camila and wants her to leave so she helps her send a letter to her home so that she can tell santiago that she is alive and needs him. WELLLL Camila's sister has always been secretly in love with santiago so of course the letter gets in her hands and she destorys it so that santiago will think Camila is dead. He eventually believes this after a month of her being gone and agrees to marry Camila's sister all the while constantly crying and thinking about Camila... a bunch of stuff happens and Camila gets back home with the fortune of the man who bought her. ( he died suddenly of a heart attack and had given everything to Camila in his will just to spite his sister and blind daughter which later causes big conflict between Camila and the blind daughter) Excited to finally be runited with the love of her life and her family she goes home only to find out he has married her SISTER! Camila is heart broken and lost faith in love. SO she and a girl who she met along the way get a place in the town together. Well since the money for the old man went to Camila the blind daughter had nothing and went crying to her cousin ( who is also the man she has always loved because he is the only man in her life that showed her some affection.....RICARDO!) Ricardo upon hearing the onesided story feels obligated to help is poor blind cousin and goes to the town with her, his aunt, and his best pirate friend to find a way to get the money back from Camila. He cuts his hair and dresses in nice upperclass clothes to disguise himself from what he looked like when Camila had met him as a pirate on his ship. After he comes to town comes to and meets Camila and spends more time with her he falls madly in love with her. She is reluctant to believe in his love because she discovers quickly who he is but later falls madly in love with him. She is in awe because she though she would never get over Santiago but turns out that Ricadro wins her love over and she now feels nothing for Santigo besides friendship. This becomes a HUGE conflict between Ricardo v.s. Santiago because Santiago is still in love with Camila. He has always loved her but married her sister because he thought she was dead....Well I wont tell you what happens but all that will catch you up to this scene...This is the scene after about 2 weeks of getting to know eachother and the truths are all out on the table, Ricardo comes back from a trip he took as a pirate only to find that Camila really missed him. He asks her if the fact that she missed him that much means that she accepts his love and she says YES!!! so he twirls her around and tells her how deeply in love he is and that he cant stop kissing her!!! if you want the rest of this scenes translation ...ask me cuz im tired lol ..Enjoy!!!!



PASION....

The talent of success

The question is how my talent inspired me but truth be told I have never formally acted! I had originally wanted to become a criminal justice lawyer due to my great argumentative abilities and passion to help others. I had this dream and was set an achieving it throughout all my adolescent school years. It later progressed as I got into high school because not only did I want to argue but I wanted to be important. I wanted to have the power to help people in a greater quantity. I wanted to be in the government. So I decided that I would start as a lawyer to make connections and then run for the senate. This was an honorable job with a great deal of importance and power. It was not until I graduated from high school and took my first full time job at Fred Astaire Franchised Dance Studios did my career path take a huge right turn (Pun intended). I had originally had my heart set on getting my law degree at DePaul, that is until I took what I thought would be a summer job at FADS. After a month of working with them the management of FADS convinced me that dancing was my forte and a career in itself with the profit equal to if not more than that of any lawyer or doctor for that matter. They told me that the business was promising and was helping people by giving them a lifelong skill that can instantly make them happier, healthier individuals. I saw and heard of all the accomplishments many of the FAD employees have made from owning their own studios, being on dancing with the stars and dancing with celebrities, opening up their own studios, traveling the world, winning world dancing titles..The opportunities were endless and to think I could do ALL of that with something I had loved all my life but suppressed for a more powerful, acceptable position. I decided to do what I do best, be spontaneous and take a risk. So I withdrew my enrollment at DePaul and took on this new exciting career. I was doing well! I caught on to all 13 of the ballroom dances. I learned all the male and female parts of the first 10 steps of each dance. I even tested out of my bronze and got my dancing certification. I had a fellow employee be my partner both learning from square one since he was a baseball player before he went ballroom. We got first in our national novice professional competition. I was teaching a lot and I even dated my manager who later was not my manager...another story. To sum it all up after a year everything fell apart at my studio, no money was being made, pressure was enforced to push students into paying large sums of money, I broke off my partnership because he was a mess, Me and my ex-manager broke up (he cheated), and the only thing keeping me there was my love for my students. Finally, however, I snapped. I could no longer sit in an empty studio listening to lies of success that was one sided. I felt claustrophobic and not to mention broken hearted. I could no longer justify my losing out on education for a career my heart was not fully set on. Needless to say I quit. However, I was not discouraged but enlightened. I felt like I had my freedom back and I saw with clarity for the first time in my life where my passion lies. It was not the stress, the arguments, the powerful status that motivated me but it was the arts. It was the emotional power and undeniable magnetism of the arts. Not just any art but acting. DUH! I was so blind for I had always loved to act. Even when I was little putting on shows for my daycare. It was a perfect job for me because it incorporated every profession. I could be a lawyer, a doctor, or even a senator. I would be able to fall in love so many times over, which would be perfect to tame the hopeless romantic in me. I would be able to affect and touch people. I could do all of that in one profession; acting. I was not so far from this idea with my dance ability for I was already playing in the arts only now I have a clear idea of what I want. I then thought about how much impact watching Spanish soaps had on me and I realized THATS IT. I have always been the only one out of my 3 other sister who had a strong passion for Latin culture. I would constantly speak in Spanish with my grandmother and learn from her. I always go out to Latin clubs and dance salsa, bachata, merengue, etc.. I would sit every night and watch the next chapter of my Spanish soap opera and then watch the actors in interviews interacting with all of their fans. It was then in that moment when I really felt complete. I had imagined myself as an actress in one of those great soaps instilling my every emotion to all who were watching. I could feel the extreme happiness of being in that profession. I knew this feeling was unlike any and all of my other ideas for the future for this dream had substance, it had heart. My talent of acting is very little but my passion for love and for people is immense. My people skills and understanding relationships are strong. I have the great ability to see things from other people’s point of view. Most of all I have a strong will and have the desire to work hard to obtain my dreams transforming them into realities. Acting is not a job to me but it’s part of who I am. . I know I can succeed. It is said that Success is the Courage to meet failure without being defeated. I may not have the formal training but I have courage!

Pieces Of Me

Motivators…
MY FATHER… (MY HEART) My father is dead. He died of a sudden heart attack right before I went into my first year of junior high. I have 3 sisters but I was the only one from my father . I would not be half the person I am if it was not for him. He gave me my heart which I guess has a hint of irony. My father would always encourage and support me in my endeavors, He taught be to fight for my dream no matter what people say or do. He was nice to everyone and never took anyone one for granted. He gave me a positive outlook on life which encouraged me to follow my dream of making it in the artistic field instead of the more acknowledged field of Law. My father gave me one of my strongest motivation skills; Love for Life and the courage to become my vision. He died too soon and was taken from me when I was just starting into my adolescence. Death has a strong impact on live and could help shape and make you or it can tear you apart. For me it shaped my life. I now know that life is short. I believe that anything could happen at any given moment because it happened to me. I now Love life and refuse to anything but live it up to the fullest. There for my father is my heart because he reminds me to follow the beat of my own drum.
MY MOTHER... (MY PURPOSE) My mother is struggling. She has always been the strongest pillar in my entire family. My mother supported 3 girls as a single mother while trying to support her sister who is only a few years younger then her and has a drug addiction and also helping support her mother who has trouble with finances. She is so giving and loving. I can see how it affects her though. My mother and I have always been two peas in a pod and she really does know EVERYTHING about me. I will tell about my love life, school, my thoughts, my work and even my sex life haha. She is the greatest friend I have and I don’t think I could have made it through everything if it was not for her. I admire my mother’s independence and inner strength to continue no matter hard things get. Since I know her so well, I also know when she is hurting. My mother is having a rough time right now as most of the economy is. This time I can see the struggle it is for her to keep high hopes and solve all the relationship, responsibilities, and financial problems. My mother is my purpose. Together we work hard to get me to my goals and dreams. I want to make it not only for myself but for her. I want her to have for the first time in her life someone to lean on. Without cares, without work, without problems…..Free. I want to give my mom that freedom that security so that she can retire from the heavy load on her shoulders of constantly trying to keep everything together. Even though she is helping me and encouraging me for my own benefit not at all for hers, I am in it for both. I won’t stop because she has faith in me and I won’t let her down because there will not be a better feeling then the feeling I will have when I set her free.
MY CULTURE... (MY INPIRATION) My culture gives me pride. I have always been the one out of All my sisters that really grabbed on to the Puerto Rican side of the family(although my other sister is a esl and Spanish teacher) I take my culture more in as a way of life. My grandmother was born in Puerto rico and teaches my how to cook Puerto Rican dishes and speak Spanish and most of all she introduced me to Spanish soaps. It was not until 2 years ago that I found my passion to act in them. I was watching the soap opera Destilando Amor .It started off with me catching one or two episodes when I could and then turned into watching every episode taping the ones I would miss to watch after work. I fell in love with the passion. Being such a hopeless romantic every episode gave me a the fix the would feed my heart. When the actors were sad I was said…if they cried I would cry…It sound so cliché’ and that I am a emotional person but the truth was it had nothing to do with me but everything to do with the actors. I believed they were these people with these problems. They let their characters consume them completely and deliver to the viewers every emotion needed to interpret the characters feeling. I knew then that Spanish soap operas would be my road to success. It has everything I AM IN IT. They dance and some sing, They fall in love over and over again, They embrace the Latin culture, They use Spanish…then there was the last piece of evidence e that I needed to inspire me..I watched some talk shows and reality shows with these same amazing actors. I can not express how different the Latin famous people are as appose to our culture. The Latin culture does not separate their stars from common folk. The star go right up to their fans, they tell about their own lives, they encourage others. True rolemoldes. The best example of this is a show called “cantando por un sueno” or depending on the season “Bailando por un sueno” (translated means singing for a dream or dancing for a dream). A show in which a famous actor or comedian is teamed up with a person who wants to help someone they love. For example on guy wanted to pay for his mothers eye surgery because she was going blind. Then these stars and their partners are teamed up with a professional singer or dancer to teach then routines and song in which they will perform together against the other contestants to try and will the dreams of all these people. Keep in mind that these stars don’t normally sing or dance and have little to no experience but they really want to help these people obtain their dreams. I mean the stars laugh and even cry with their fans. Its sooo touching and heart warming. That is why my culture inspires me because it allows me to be and do what I love and eventually help others do the same.

"If you do what you love, You will never WORK a day in your life !"

Telenovelas

This is my first blogging experience so here I go. The topic I have chosen is telenovelas. First off let me translate. Tele- is short for television in Spanish and Novelas are stories which put together means TV stories or as we call them in English, Soap Operas. I chosen Spanish Soap operas for many reasons but the most obvious would be that this is my ultimate goal ; to act in many novelas. There is much more to Spanish soaps then the generalizations and false accusations that come with the term soap opera. I strongly feel that novelas are for everyone and I hope to inspire others to watch a novela or two and see why I became so fixated. So why novelas. First off for those who take an interest in learning Spanish without having to spend money on it novelas are a great start. They acted in such a way that one who many no little to no Spanish can catch onto what is going on. The actors speak Spanish so fluidly and clearly that it is also easier for people to pick out the words they know and use context clues to comprehend what is taking place. A fun fact to know is that novelas are not only for Latin Americans. Great novelas are played all over the world from Asia to Europe. Many of whom do not have Spanish as their native language and most of which now very little Spanish if and at all. However, for novelas language holds no barriers. I have already met many people from other countries that have expressed their love for Spanish soaps when they played in their original country. When I worked at a dance studio I had a very long talk with a woman from Brazil who told me that novelas are a HUGE market in that country. Then a more recent experience was a week ago when I was talking to a bartender that works with me. I was explaining to her that I was going to school to learn how to act so that i can audtion for a school that is strictly for novelas( I will explain later). The bartender was from Russia and she told me how she would always watch a specific novela everyday and that she could not understand what they were saying but she slowly started to catch on through the actors expressions. She said that in her country the Spanish soaps had subtitles and that they were VERY popular. SO you see novelas are not for Latinos only but can be enjoyed and shared by every ethnicity. Well I think i will stop there for tonight so that I can leave you intrigued for my next blog where I will explain some recent novelas that I have already seen and am currently watching. I will leave you with this..Take sometime and watch a episode of a GOOD Spanish soap because I must be honest and say there are many cliche’ soaps that are a bit corny but some others are heartwarming,breathtaking and just plain beautiful. If you want to get some idea go to univision channel 10 and see a lte night novela those are the prime time ones. from 6-9. The first one is called Cuidado con el angel(be careful with the angel) and my favorite right now that starts at 8pm (the BEST of the BEST novelas are at that time) is called Fuego En La Sangre(Fire in the blood)…until next time

Here is just something fun...The next blog I write will be talking about this telenovela that is also shown in the pic at the top of my blog. If you want here is the link to see the intro to it so you can see how much you understand or see what you think this novela is about :-) ...The novela is called destilando amor Have FUN!!! The link is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YABnXAFXnYw