***Disclaimer: The following blog takes place in fast forward. On a speed scale of 1-10, this blog is 11.***
Oh My Gosh. I am totally buzzing from just having had my first affogato. And they are bloody good.
For those of you who haven't yet been enlightened by this wondrous culinary creation of humankind, an affogato is a coffee/dessert, where 2 fantastic ingredients are combined: coffee and ice cream.
All together now, YUUUMMMMM.
Basically, you have your espresso shot in one cup, and in another cup you have a scoop, (who are we kidding, 'scoops') of ice cream. You pour the espresso over your ice cream, (this can also be done gradually) and lo and behold, enjoy the incredible, sweet, creamy goodness that results.
A colleague at work discovered this on the weekend, and just had to share her incredible discovery with us. So she bought ice cream, and seeing as we all started super-early today, it was the perfect start accompaniment to give us that extra 'kick.'
And boy do I have kick. I have so much buzz I don't know how I'll be able to focus on work. Maybe next time I'll endeavour to have breakfast first.....
And and and. We were just talking and I've decided I MUST buy affogato servingware pieces so that I can make my own at home, for me and Hubbie and guests. And and and. You know how they have all cute little affogato items, like little cups and dishes and sqaure plates to present it all on. Yep. Guess whose buying all THAT this weekend.
And and and. Guess what? We were going a bit crazy thinking of fantastical ways we can modify the affogato to make it even MORE unreal, and we thought, 'how about adding frangelico over the top, or baileys irish cream?'
'And what about crushed biscuits?'
'And what about crushed honeycomb?'
So now the ultimate creation is: Multiple scoops of ice cream, consisting of vanilla, chocolate, caramel AND choc-chip variety, with baileys drizzled on top, followed by crushed biscuits AND crushed honeycomb, finally emphasised by delicious, warm, comforting, ESPRESSO.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Shudder.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Happiness Is.... #4
Happiness Is....
Striving towards your dreams. Living out your passions. Imagining the incredible.
Nothing is better than the moment you start taking small steps towards reaching what was previously thought of as impossible. Once you start the cycle of passion, nothing can stop you. The excitement at each small step you take, regardless of how minor, provides ammunition in itself: your attempts at tasks you undertake fuel you forward.
That's what it takes, baby steps. All good things come, in time. However the insurmountable joy is instant. That you begin to feel as soon as you begin your journey. And the spectacular thing is, nothing else matters. The joy that emanates from following your dreams, is all the reward you need. And that realisation, that knowledge, leads to MAGIC.
Last night I finished the first chapter of my book. :-D
Striving towards your dreams. Living out your passions. Imagining the incredible.
Nothing is better than the moment you start taking small steps towards reaching what was previously thought of as impossible. Once you start the cycle of passion, nothing can stop you. The excitement at each small step you take, regardless of how minor, provides ammunition in itself: your attempts at tasks you undertake fuel you forward.
That's what it takes, baby steps. All good things come, in time. However the insurmountable joy is instant. That you begin to feel as soon as you begin your journey. And the spectacular thing is, nothing else matters. The joy that emanates from following your dreams, is all the reward you need. And that realisation, that knowledge, leads to MAGIC.
Last night I finished the first chapter of my book. :-D
Monday, March 21, 2011
It's harder than it seems....
So, I haven't been around much. I know that although A LOT of the time that I am busy, I still have the chance to blog while at work, but unfortunately, that too has been super-crammed-in with stuff going on.
You know when you haven't written in so long, that you don't even know what to write anymore? Yeah, that's just because
A) you can't remember where to begin, and
B) I feel most of my creative energies going towards my Story :)
Yes, that has happened my dears, I always knew that once I started writing my passion, my blog would ultimately suffer. I don't want to be one of the endless bloggers out there, who when you click on 'Next Blog,' you see their last update was in Dec '08. No thank you. If I decide to conclude my blogging, my last entry will be just that, my last, and definitely conclusive. But that day isn't here yet, and if it were up to me, I will do this as long as I can. Away from my diary writing days, this is the closest free therapy I can get :)
So as I have no clear beginning for this blog post, therefore there will be no end. Free blogging I call it - let's go!
* Because he is in my direct view as I speak, I'll begin with no-show boy: he's pissing me off again. Just the other week, on a Wednesday, (only 3 days after he came back from a whole MONTH of annual leave mind you!) I deliberately told him that I was having the upcoming Friday off, you know, as a GENUINE RDO. There was a little voice in me that said "careful Miss S," which I obviously ignored. Well lo and behold, I come in the next day on Thursday, and he has conveniently called in sick! He always does this! He takes it upon himself to take sick days when he feels he is 'due' only because others are having their days off! Hey, we deserve them..... and it's not fair because he still gets his RDOs! Grrrrrrr!
And he is always sick. That's the thing. He is not genuinely sick, the kind of sick I get maybe 2 to 3 times A WINTER. No he is 'sick' at least once every few weeks for the entire year..... and you know what his excuse always is? "Oh, I slept only 3 hours, and then I was absolutely f***ed getting up...."
Really? You were totally screwed with only 3 hours sleep? Nooooo, you don't say! Maybe quit smoking pot all night, and then you might actually get some shut eye! And believe me, I'm NOT making that part up.
Ha. Taking it upon himself to MAKE himself sick because he is due a day off. My arse you're due.
Today even, being a Monday, he has come in not only 30 minutes late, BUT has been sniffling and blowing his nose ALL DAY. It is really disgusting when you are eating and hearing someone breathe in their snot in a continuous motion. It's not nice. And I can't really feel sorry for him, knowing it's self-induced. Sorry mate, I know you want me to turn to you and say "ohhhhh, no-show boy, you should go home, you've been sick all day!"
No way. Not when you're always sick. You know those people, who are ALWAYS sick, always complaining of something? Well there are these things called vitamins dude. Take them. Don't forget to quit the pot either.
* Well, it's certainly harder than it seems, let me tell you. The writing that is. There is sooo much to think about: characters, what they will say, is what they're saying in character, am I progressing the story too much, am I not revealing enough, AND THEN I'm constantly re-evaluating where I am in the story and making sure I'm still on track and writing with my primary story goal in mind. Phew!
I love it, and when I get into it, it's great. I've laid down some rules, such as I must write on Thursdays, AND most Monday nights. I think it is way too hard to find time on the weekend, when those days end up being catch up days for all things house-related, as well as generally being a time that you wanna just have fun. It's just that I haven't even finished a chapter yet - as I write, I realise I need to research certain things, and it makes it actually impossible for me to continue unless I do that. I'm hoping once I get over the 1st chapter hurdles, I'll be on my way, and moving a lot quicker and smoother.
Oh yeah, and every time I read my first few paragraphs, I totally lose focus: proof that I've read it too many times. It scares me at first, because I wonder in panic "why am I zoning out?"
Ahhhh, writing is pure torture. Yet I still love this kind of torture.
* I've realised/decided that meditation is the key. Especially when dealing with annoying people. In an effort not to want to mention names, even fictional ones I've created to disguise real people, I'm simply going to say 'annoying people' here. I was fine for a LONG time. I wasn't aggravated, necessarily totally upset or hurt or maddened by any actions or words, or just generally normal behaviour performed by persons of interest. Until this last weekend.
It is so much easier to say "I'll ignore this person," than to actually ignore them. The doing of the act, is A LOT harder. Especially when you're forced into a 5 hour situation where you can't get away. My scenario resembles that of throwing an untrained swimmer into the deep end. They may splatter about for a few minutes, until they sink and drown. That's how I felt just recently.
I'm trying to get my head around the fact that people can't be changed. This is a very difficult realisation to grasp. Also, I don't understand people's hostile and rude behaviours, and why they don't realise that despite their high opinions of themselves, they actually are far from perfect, far from good at all.
But when you risk hurting your loved ones, saying things like this out loud becomes impossible. A situation that has no solution, a beginning that has no end. So you have to learn to deal, even when learning becomes increasingly excruciating to do so. I'm not sure where I stand, but in the midst of my google search for 'dealing with difficult family members' this morning, I discovered a few repeating points of advice:
- you can't change them, but you can change how you react to them
- don't react immediately to offensive words/behaviour: take a breath and respond when calm
- don't allow yourself to enter into topics that will cause intense disagreements
- don't focus on their bad qualities, as all you will see is their bad qualities
I always struggle with points like these, as I feel that with I myself having to accomodate to their behaviour, is like some kind of acceptance that their behaviour is ok. When it is far from that. I know that learning to deal with it is not saying that, but as I said yesterday, "why do I have to deal with them? Why can't they deal with me?"
I wish I could give them a piece of my mind..... I don't know, maybe the day will come when that happens. In the meantime I need to breathe. I breathed a lot yesterday, and I just feel different. Then again I prayed intensely, maybe I received some inspired clarity, divine guidance that I do not yet know I have.
It just makes me sad when I notice I'm acting out negatively, in the most minor every-day situations in my life, all because I haven't been able to express myself in the situation that most matters. But I feel a change within me, and I really hope that this time I'm able to follow through on it. I just need to learn how to waddle first, before I can dive into the deep end. Learning and building one's character through intense trials takes a lot of time....
Well that's all for today...... so concludes Miss S' random tidbits, til the next tidbit session....
Ta ta.
You know when you haven't written in so long, that you don't even know what to write anymore? Yeah, that's just because
A) you can't remember where to begin, and
B) I feel most of my creative energies going towards my Story :)
Yes, that has happened my dears, I always knew that once I started writing my passion, my blog would ultimately suffer. I don't want to be one of the endless bloggers out there, who when you click on 'Next Blog,' you see their last update was in Dec '08. No thank you. If I decide to conclude my blogging, my last entry will be just that, my last, and definitely conclusive. But that day isn't here yet, and if it were up to me, I will do this as long as I can. Away from my diary writing days, this is the closest free therapy I can get :)
So as I have no clear beginning for this blog post, therefore there will be no end. Free blogging I call it - let's go!
* Because he is in my direct view as I speak, I'll begin with no-show boy: he's pissing me off again. Just the other week, on a Wednesday, (only 3 days after he came back from a whole MONTH of annual leave mind you!) I deliberately told him that I was having the upcoming Friday off, you know, as a GENUINE RDO. There was a little voice in me that said "careful Miss S," which I obviously ignored. Well lo and behold, I come in the next day on Thursday, and he has conveniently called in sick! He always does this! He takes it upon himself to take sick days when he feels he is 'due' only because others are having their days off! Hey, we deserve them..... and it's not fair because he still gets his RDOs! Grrrrrrr!
And he is always sick. That's the thing. He is not genuinely sick, the kind of sick I get maybe 2 to 3 times A WINTER. No he is 'sick' at least once every few weeks for the entire year..... and you know what his excuse always is? "Oh, I slept only 3 hours, and then I was absolutely f***ed getting up...."
Really? You were totally screwed with only 3 hours sleep? Nooooo, you don't say! Maybe quit smoking pot all night, and then you might actually get some shut eye! And believe me, I'm NOT making that part up.
Ha. Taking it upon himself to MAKE himself sick because he is due a day off. My arse you're due.
Today even, being a Monday, he has come in not only 30 minutes late, BUT has been sniffling and blowing his nose ALL DAY. It is really disgusting when you are eating and hearing someone breathe in their snot in a continuous motion. It's not nice. And I can't really feel sorry for him, knowing it's self-induced. Sorry mate, I know you want me to turn to you and say "ohhhhh, no-show boy, you should go home, you've been sick all day!"
No way. Not when you're always sick. You know those people, who are ALWAYS sick, always complaining of something? Well there are these things called vitamins dude. Take them. Don't forget to quit the pot either.
* Well, it's certainly harder than it seems, let me tell you. The writing that is. There is sooo much to think about: characters, what they will say, is what they're saying in character, am I progressing the story too much, am I not revealing enough, AND THEN I'm constantly re-evaluating where I am in the story and making sure I'm still on track and writing with my primary story goal in mind. Phew!
I love it, and when I get into it, it's great. I've laid down some rules, such as I must write on Thursdays, AND most Monday nights. I think it is way too hard to find time on the weekend, when those days end up being catch up days for all things house-related, as well as generally being a time that you wanna just have fun. It's just that I haven't even finished a chapter yet - as I write, I realise I need to research certain things, and it makes it actually impossible for me to continue unless I do that. I'm hoping once I get over the 1st chapter hurdles, I'll be on my way, and moving a lot quicker and smoother.
Oh yeah, and every time I read my first few paragraphs, I totally lose focus: proof that I've read it too many times. It scares me at first, because I wonder in panic "why am I zoning out?"
Ahhhh, writing is pure torture. Yet I still love this kind of torture.
* I've realised/decided that meditation is the key. Especially when dealing with annoying people. In an effort not to want to mention names, even fictional ones I've created to disguise real people, I'm simply going to say 'annoying people' here. I was fine for a LONG time. I wasn't aggravated, necessarily totally upset or hurt or maddened by any actions or words, or just generally normal behaviour performed by persons of interest. Until this last weekend.
It is so much easier to say "I'll ignore this person," than to actually ignore them. The doing of the act, is A LOT harder. Especially when you're forced into a 5 hour situation where you can't get away. My scenario resembles that of throwing an untrained swimmer into the deep end. They may splatter about for a few minutes, until they sink and drown. That's how I felt just recently.
I'm trying to get my head around the fact that people can't be changed. This is a very difficult realisation to grasp. Also, I don't understand people's hostile and rude behaviours, and why they don't realise that despite their high opinions of themselves, they actually are far from perfect, far from good at all.
But when you risk hurting your loved ones, saying things like this out loud becomes impossible. A situation that has no solution, a beginning that has no end. So you have to learn to deal, even when learning becomes increasingly excruciating to do so. I'm not sure where I stand, but in the midst of my google search for 'dealing with difficult family members' this morning, I discovered a few repeating points of advice:
- you can't change them, but you can change how you react to them
- don't react immediately to offensive words/behaviour: take a breath and respond when calm
- don't allow yourself to enter into topics that will cause intense disagreements
- don't focus on their bad qualities, as all you will see is their bad qualities
I always struggle with points like these, as I feel that with I myself having to accomodate to their behaviour, is like some kind of acceptance that their behaviour is ok. When it is far from that. I know that learning to deal with it is not saying that, but as I said yesterday, "why do I have to deal with them? Why can't they deal with me?"
I wish I could give them a piece of my mind..... I don't know, maybe the day will come when that happens. In the meantime I need to breathe. I breathed a lot yesterday, and I just feel different. Then again I prayed intensely, maybe I received some inspired clarity, divine guidance that I do not yet know I have.
It just makes me sad when I notice I'm acting out negatively, in the most minor every-day situations in my life, all because I haven't been able to express myself in the situation that most matters. But I feel a change within me, and I really hope that this time I'm able to follow through on it. I just need to learn how to waddle first, before I can dive into the deep end. Learning and building one's character through intense trials takes a lot of time....
Well that's all for today...... so concludes Miss S' random tidbits, til the next tidbit session....
Ta ta.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
On the last day of Summer....
I started writing my STORY. In the dusty recesses of the home study 2 nights ago, I began what will in the future be known as the word on everybody's lips.
I'm dreaming big.
No, I will not divulge the name, the story, the characters or even the theme. Only a few people close to me know the minor details of my overall plan, and they won't even be able to read it until I'm happy with the final product.
I was all antsy the other night. I felt such anxious anticipation, of what is happening and what is to come.
You can definitely tell the difference between work and passion. That is the biggest lesson I have been fortunate to come across this last while. You cannot teach passion, force passion. You can only let it move through you, emerging from the depths of your core, pushing out of you and into the world for all to see.
I can't wait. :-D
I'm dreaming big.
No, I will not divulge the name, the story, the characters or even the theme. Only a few people close to me know the minor details of my overall plan, and they won't even be able to read it until I'm happy with the final product.
I was all antsy the other night. I felt such anxious anticipation, of what is happening and what is to come.
You can definitely tell the difference between work and passion. That is the biggest lesson I have been fortunate to come across this last while. You cannot teach passion, force passion. You can only let it move through you, emerging from the depths of your core, pushing out of you and into the world for all to see.
I can't wait. :-D
Friday, February 11, 2011
The Gypsy Pants
A while back I wrote a post about how I love shopping for clothes, how I want to start wearing different clothing styles, and my fabulous Hubbie's idea to just buy clothes, with the condition that it must be different.
Well, I'm writing to update you on that, and yes, I have been buying clothes, that are different, slightly edgier, hipper, and cooler than what I usually have been used to in the past.
In my ongoing journey of the saga of travelling womenswear, I have recently acquired some floaty, loose-fitting pants.
Or as Hubbie and I like to call them, Gypsy Pants.
When I first saw them, I hated them. Generally, I love to wear clothes that are tight-fitting: tight fitting tops, dresses, pants, skirts, everything must be fitted. These pants are loose fitting around the waist, they billow down to your ankles/calf, and then scrunch in again. They're very floaty, and not at all like the style I'm used to. So when I first saw these in the shop I was like "that looks like someone's crapped themself."
True, true, I bagged the Gypsy pants at first. Until Hubbie said (in his remarkable fashion-savvy knowledge of which I cannot attribute the history of) "those pants would really suit you."
I argued and debated with him for ages, on and off, until one of our 'special' shopping days, where we were out looking for unique clothes, and after he again suggested me trying them, I just went "ok."
And I liked what I saw. Not only were they comfy, so different from the tight jeans I practically live in, but they looked good too. I was shocked, Hubbie was totally right. Considering there are times that I have to tell him "you're wearing those shorts with those shoes?" he has an odd, keen eye for women's fashion. Hmmmm. Should I be worried? :)
I didn't end up with that pair, because they were a bit too much on the casual side, and I wanted them just a bit more trendy so I could wear them everywhere, not just while exercising.
About 2 weeks ago, I found a pair. Hubbie was there, I tried them on, and yes they were loose around the waist, a bit too loose around the ankles where they were supposed to scrunch in, but considering they were like $25 bucks, Hubbie was like "buy them."
Hey, I can never argue with a statement like that.
I've worn them twice so far. The first time was at Hubbie's parents house. And boy did he like them. He really digs the hippie/bohemian style, LOL.
The second time I wore them was yesterday at work. It was a mild, humid and windy day, and I thought they would be perfect for that kind of weather. Well I say. The gypsy pants certainly caused a stir.
There's something that happens, a certain response that is had, when you combine an attractive woman, with trendy clothes. There's a kind of unintentional intimidation that occurs on behalf of the people watching, and suddenly there's stares, combined with silence, and furtive glances throughout the day. The brave ones compliment you, the ones that mean well. While the others don't know how to respond.
It's really quite funny. I don't mean to come across conceited, but we all know when we look good and when we look bad. Yesterday in particular I looked good. Today, eh, not bad, I have my wavy hair going but I'm nowhere near inspired wardrobe-wise, as I have my long black cardigan wrapped around me, to keep the chill off the air-conditioned room.
I found it particularly humorous, from strangers, men in question. Getting off the train yesterday on my way to work in the morning, I got up to exit out the doors. There was this tradie also waiting near the door, and although he was closer, he opened the doors, then motioned for me to walk out first. It was just funny, because in that situation you would either
A) let the female walk out first, therefore she would open the doors for herself and the man would follow, OR
B) being closer, open the doors and walk out, with the female following behind you.
Yet he, as mentioned, was closer and opened the doors and stepped back! Oh how sweet :) I just found it amusing that's all, the way certain men react when intimidated by women. I gave a small thank you and just hurried off, sort of surprised by it all.
It hasn't just been with the Gypsy Pants either. A few times this summer when I've worn dresses to work, I've gotten the same quick look from guys, followed by them looking away immediately, because they don't know how to respond. Like their eyes have been burned (from joy!) They don't know how to react, when there is a pleasantly dressed (LOL) woman around.
They are so darn cute, these creatures known as males.
And so the Gypsy Pant journey continues....
Well, I'm writing to update you on that, and yes, I have been buying clothes, that are different, slightly edgier, hipper, and cooler than what I usually have been used to in the past.
In my ongoing journey of the saga of travelling womenswear, I have recently acquired some floaty, loose-fitting pants.
Or as Hubbie and I like to call them, Gypsy Pants.
When I first saw them, I hated them. Generally, I love to wear clothes that are tight-fitting: tight fitting tops, dresses, pants, skirts, everything must be fitted. These pants are loose fitting around the waist, they billow down to your ankles/calf, and then scrunch in again. They're very floaty, and not at all like the style I'm used to. So when I first saw these in the shop I was like "that looks like someone's crapped themself."
True, true, I bagged the Gypsy pants at first. Until Hubbie said (in his remarkable fashion-savvy knowledge of which I cannot attribute the history of) "those pants would really suit you."
I argued and debated with him for ages, on and off, until one of our 'special' shopping days, where we were out looking for unique clothes, and after he again suggested me trying them, I just went "ok."
And I liked what I saw. Not only were they comfy, so different from the tight jeans I practically live in, but they looked good too. I was shocked, Hubbie was totally right. Considering there are times that I have to tell him "you're wearing those shorts with those shoes?" he has an odd, keen eye for women's fashion. Hmmmm. Should I be worried? :)
I didn't end up with that pair, because they were a bit too much on the casual side, and I wanted them just a bit more trendy so I could wear them everywhere, not just while exercising.
About 2 weeks ago, I found a pair. Hubbie was there, I tried them on, and yes they were loose around the waist, a bit too loose around the ankles where they were supposed to scrunch in, but considering they were like $25 bucks, Hubbie was like "buy them."
Hey, I can never argue with a statement like that.
I've worn them twice so far. The first time was at Hubbie's parents house. And boy did he like them. He really digs the hippie/bohemian style, LOL.
The second time I wore them was yesterday at work. It was a mild, humid and windy day, and I thought they would be perfect for that kind of weather. Well I say. The gypsy pants certainly caused a stir.
There's something that happens, a certain response that is had, when you combine an attractive woman, with trendy clothes. There's a kind of unintentional intimidation that occurs on behalf of the people watching, and suddenly there's stares, combined with silence, and furtive glances throughout the day. The brave ones compliment you, the ones that mean well. While the others don't know how to respond.
It's really quite funny. I don't mean to come across conceited, but we all know when we look good and when we look bad. Yesterday in particular I looked good. Today, eh, not bad, I have my wavy hair going but I'm nowhere near inspired wardrobe-wise, as I have my long black cardigan wrapped around me, to keep the chill off the air-conditioned room.
I found it particularly humorous, from strangers, men in question. Getting off the train yesterday on my way to work in the morning, I got up to exit out the doors. There was this tradie also waiting near the door, and although he was closer, he opened the doors, then motioned for me to walk out first. It was just funny, because in that situation you would either
A) let the female walk out first, therefore she would open the doors for herself and the man would follow, OR
B) being closer, open the doors and walk out, with the female following behind you.
Yet he, as mentioned, was closer and opened the doors and stepped back! Oh how sweet :) I just found it amusing that's all, the way certain men react when intimidated by women. I gave a small thank you and just hurried off, sort of surprised by it all.
It hasn't just been with the Gypsy Pants either. A few times this summer when I've worn dresses to work, I've gotten the same quick look from guys, followed by them looking away immediately, because they don't know how to respond. Like their eyes have been burned (from joy!) They don't know how to react, when there is a pleasantly dressed (LOL) woman around.
They are so darn cute, these creatures known as males.
And so the Gypsy Pant journey continues....
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
My Journey Down October Road
I must officially proclaim: I am totally, madly, passionately and obsessively in love with the show October Road.
And now, only 4 episodes (yes 3!) away from the end of the series finale, about to enter into the world of no more October Road forever, I am already in the midst of anticipatory depression.
***Anticipatory depression: When you are already depressed at the prospect of your future depression, i.e., due to a foreseeable event, weather misalignment or greatest-show-on-earth ending event.***
I have found myself so absorbed and enthralled by all the goings-on, characters and story development occurring in the fictional town of Knights Ridge. When I finish watching an episode, I have the episode going around and around in my head, and I can't stop myself from wondering what will happen next. I'm compulsively drawn in, and genuinely love all the characters and the information and back-story continuing to be revealed via them.
I catch myself in a cycle of October Road-endedness, and ask myself, "how the hell did they make such awesome characters? How can I create awesome characters like that for my book?"
And so on and on it goes.
I watched the first season last year, and only now is the 2nd season being shown on tv. Sadly for me, there are only 2 seasons that were ever made, and adding further devastation to my anticipatory depression is the fact that they were half-ass seasons, as in the first season ran 6 episodes (I know!) and the 2nd ran 13. Could they at least have made one full 22 ep season, just to ease my pain, if only a little? Oh, the agony of it!
I feel so miserable about the end of it all. There is an irony, in that although I can't wait to watch all the episodes, another part of me is trying to hold it off, knowing that once I reach the end, there is no more October Road. NO MORE. Ugh. Anticipatory depression kicking into 3rd gear now.
Here are the reasons why I am in love with this magnificent show:
1. Bryan Greenberg. Ahem. Need I say more? Actually I will.
I told Hubbie that Bryan had now taken over David Boreanaz's spot as the most attractive actor in my opinion EVER, and he looked over at me like I had rocks in my head. He said "are you ok?" See, Hubbie always approved of and agreed with my obsession with Angel (sorry David), and so this has thrown him slightly. LOL, I tell him to be flattered, since I think Bryan holds a close resemblance to Hubbie. But anyway.
Yes, Angel, the all-time most gorgeous man alive, has stepped down to number 2. I don't know if it's Bryan's subtle gestures, good guy persona, the guy-that-got-away role that he plays, or if it's just his freaking gorgeous looks, but he is irresistible. Phew. I better move on.
2. The set-up. There's something about these sleepy little town stories that appeal to me. Set in the fictional town of Knights Ridge, when watching I'm often reminded of Dawson's Creek, another of my fave shows. The knowledge of a little town, where everyone knows everyone, nothing is really secret, yet at the same time there is plenty of room for inter-mingling, rendezvous and whispers is greatly appealing to me. Maybe I find the small town concept appealing because it seems more real to me, more so than big-city stories.
Also, the fact that Bryan's character, Nick Garrett (ahhhhhhh:)) has come back to town after being absent for 10 years, provides a FANTASTIC back-drop for all sorts of shit to happen on his return. And boy does it happen. It shows that you can run away from home, but be sure the same issues will be waiting for you when you get back, no matter how much time has passed.
3. The symmetry. LOL. This occurred to me only last week. So, I started watching this late last year, when thoughts of writing started to enter into my head again. As I've continued to watch, simultaneously becoming more determined and motivated with my story and book ideas, I've realised how much I loved the premise of the story: Nick returns to Knights Ridge, 10 years after leaving his hometown following the end of high school, in the meantime having become a best-selling author.
Now I, have dreams of becoming a best-selling author myself, with the goal of finishing my first book by years end. And what do you know? My 10 year high school reunion is coming up at the end of the year:)
You know what, Nick and I just have so much in common, LOLOL:) Granted, I haven't deserted my family and friends and written about them in a round-a-bout way, but something about the likeliness of it all, makes me think I was meant to discover this show, 4 years after its initial release. The characters being of the same generation too, encourages more of a kinship, a relatedness that makes me UNDERSTAND the characters and feel where they're coming from. Who am I kidding, they just simply rock. :)
And that's the other thing. It inspires me soooo much. I can't tell you how many nights I've gone to bed, my head spinning with what I've just watched, and also wondering how I can emulate that strong obsession with the characters and the storyline so that I can have readers out there reading my material, saying to themselves "Oh my gosh, I love this!"
Ahhhhhhh.
This show is powerful I tell ya. It has spoken to me in a strong way. Angel has been kicked off the hottest guy throne (sorry David) to be replaced by dreamy Bryan, and now, October Road is in my list of most fave shows ever. In my list, meaning it holds first place with other tv series of same and differing genre/s.
Having just gone on my obsessive rant, I do realise I haven't yet watched the end of it all, and there is the slight chance that I may be disappointed by what eventuates. I mean, who's to say that everything will unfold as intended and that I'll get my happily ever after? I do see strings of realism dropped into the episodes, a la Angel, so I do fear the worst at times. But having said that, I love Angel, and that was a show that utterly shook me to my core when it ended, with the most incomplete ending you can imagine (with an intended, meaningful incomplete ending of course, before the Angel fans out there kill me) so I highly doubt that October Road will do anything like that....... right?
In the words of Mutant Enemy... "Grrrrr, Argh." I can't take it anymore. I'm going to spontaneously combust over October Road!!!!
And now, only 4 episodes (yes 3!) away from the end of the series finale, about to enter into the world of no more October Road forever, I am already in the midst of anticipatory depression.
***Anticipatory depression: When you are already depressed at the prospect of your future depression, i.e., due to a foreseeable event, weather misalignment or greatest-show-on-earth ending event.***
I have found myself so absorbed and enthralled by all the goings-on, characters and story development occurring in the fictional town of Knights Ridge. When I finish watching an episode, I have the episode going around and around in my head, and I can't stop myself from wondering what will happen next. I'm compulsively drawn in, and genuinely love all the characters and the information and back-story continuing to be revealed via them.
I catch myself in a cycle of October Road-endedness, and ask myself, "how the hell did they make such awesome characters? How can I create awesome characters like that for my book?"
And so on and on it goes.
I watched the first season last year, and only now is the 2nd season being shown on tv. Sadly for me, there are only 2 seasons that were ever made, and adding further devastation to my anticipatory depression is the fact that they were half-ass seasons, as in the first season ran 6 episodes (I know!) and the 2nd ran 13. Could they at least have made one full 22 ep season, just to ease my pain, if only a little? Oh, the agony of it!
I feel so miserable about the end of it all. There is an irony, in that although I can't wait to watch all the episodes, another part of me is trying to hold it off, knowing that once I reach the end, there is no more October Road. NO MORE. Ugh. Anticipatory depression kicking into 3rd gear now.
Here are the reasons why I am in love with this magnificent show:
1. Bryan Greenberg. Ahem. Need I say more? Actually I will.
I told Hubbie that Bryan had now taken over David Boreanaz's spot as the most attractive actor in my opinion EVER, and he looked over at me like I had rocks in my head. He said "are you ok?" See, Hubbie always approved of and agreed with my obsession with Angel (sorry David), and so this has thrown him slightly. LOL, I tell him to be flattered, since I think Bryan holds a close resemblance to Hubbie. But anyway.
Yes, Angel, the all-time most gorgeous man alive, has stepped down to number 2. I don't know if it's Bryan's subtle gestures, good guy persona, the guy-that-got-away role that he plays, or if it's just his freaking gorgeous looks, but he is irresistible. Phew. I better move on.
2. The set-up. There's something about these sleepy little town stories that appeal to me. Set in the fictional town of Knights Ridge, when watching I'm often reminded of Dawson's Creek, another of my fave shows. The knowledge of a little town, where everyone knows everyone, nothing is really secret, yet at the same time there is plenty of room for inter-mingling, rendezvous and whispers is greatly appealing to me. Maybe I find the small town concept appealing because it seems more real to me, more so than big-city stories.
Also, the fact that Bryan's character, Nick Garrett (ahhhhhhh:)) has come back to town after being absent for 10 years, provides a FANTASTIC back-drop for all sorts of shit to happen on his return. And boy does it happen. It shows that you can run away from home, but be sure the same issues will be waiting for you when you get back, no matter how much time has passed.
3. The symmetry. LOL. This occurred to me only last week. So, I started watching this late last year, when thoughts of writing started to enter into my head again. As I've continued to watch, simultaneously becoming more determined and motivated with my story and book ideas, I've realised how much I loved the premise of the story: Nick returns to Knights Ridge, 10 years after leaving his hometown following the end of high school, in the meantime having become a best-selling author.
Now I, have dreams of becoming a best-selling author myself, with the goal of finishing my first book by years end. And what do you know? My 10 year high school reunion is coming up at the end of the year:)
You know what, Nick and I just have so much in common, LOLOL:) Granted, I haven't deserted my family and friends and written about them in a round-a-bout way, but something about the likeliness of it all, makes me think I was meant to discover this show, 4 years after its initial release. The characters being of the same generation too, encourages more of a kinship, a relatedness that makes me UNDERSTAND the characters and feel where they're coming from. Who am I kidding, they just simply rock. :)
And that's the other thing. It inspires me soooo much. I can't tell you how many nights I've gone to bed, my head spinning with what I've just watched, and also wondering how I can emulate that strong obsession with the characters and the storyline so that I can have readers out there reading my material, saying to themselves "Oh my gosh, I love this!"
Ahhhhhhh.
This show is powerful I tell ya. It has spoken to me in a strong way. Angel has been kicked off the hottest guy throne (sorry David) to be replaced by dreamy Bryan, and now, October Road is in my list of most fave shows ever. In my list, meaning it holds first place with other tv series of same and differing genre/s.
Having just gone on my obsessive rant, I do realise I haven't yet watched the end of it all, and there is the slight chance that I may be disappointed by what eventuates. I mean, who's to say that everything will unfold as intended and that I'll get my happily ever after? I do see strings of realism dropped into the episodes, a la Angel, so I do fear the worst at times. But having said that, I love Angel, and that was a show that utterly shook me to my core when it ended, with the most incomplete ending you can imagine (with an intended, meaningful incomplete ending of course, before the Angel fans out there kill me) so I highly doubt that October Road will do anything like that....... right?
In the words of Mutant Enemy... "Grrrrr, Argh." I can't take it anymore. I'm going to spontaneously combust over October Road!!!!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Happiness Is.... #3
Happiness is....
Being happy in this present moment, because you will never be in this place again. Be content in where you are, satisfied with how you've come here and blessed in knowing that you have everything now that you could possibly have. You are meant to be here.
Being happy in this present moment, because you will never be in this place again. Be content in where you are, satisfied with how you've come here and blessed in knowing that you have everything now that you could possibly have. You are meant to be here.
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