Currently: wishing I could self-adjust my head.

Mood: alright…

Spoken Manifestation

Today, of all days, I shared the existence of my long abandoned BlogSpot to a person, during conversation. Note: All I did was mentioned it; that was all I did: nothing more, nothing less.

Little did I know that putting my, loosely introduced, subject into the airwaves of the Universe was sufficient enough for a visitor (to my Blogspot) to compose a comment to an old entry I had posted, oh, so long ago, about The Sundays. (Back when my mind had plenty of food for thought and inspiration hungry for it.)

“Peter said:”-read the name of the unknown visitor, whose comment was about to change the night. This Peter…- Peter, who? I thought for a fraction of a second but a fraction of second later the identity of this “Peter” did not matter at all, for the connection between spoken words, the universe, and the power of manifestation were of merely of greater importance to me- sparked a series of motion that unraveled the following actions- again, in less than a fraction of a second, of which I have kindly enumerated for easier reference:

1. Read e-mail, found comment.

2. Opened new tab, typed Blogger address. Tried as hard as possible to remember my own BlogSpot space- missed the first time, freaked out thinking I had completely forgotten the name to my own blog since it had been so long since I last logged in- realized that I knew the name and that I had simply erroneously typed the address wrong.

3. Entered my username- now by inertia- and password and got it right (the first time).

4. Searched for the post to be moderated and found it.

5. Clicked on the post, read it, published it.

6. Went back to my Blogspot, scrolled down. Saw all the good looking men I had chosen as my “beaus” in an earlier post, a million years ago, and realized that they were still hot and therefore still part of that list.

7. Found my “Sundays” entry and wondered if I’d ever see Harriet again and missed her more than ever.

8. Found post by “Peter,” clicked on it.

9. Read message.

…And...

10. Wondered, for a second, who this “Peter” person was; however, I wanted more to focus on reading the actually message instead.

The message was short, clear, and concise. It was a small, magnificent, and brilliant declaration that brought me so much joy. This “Peter” person had used my Blogspot to proclaim The Sundays a brilliant and unique band! Capital!

So to “Peter,” with all due honor I say:

Dear “Peter” Sir (or Ma’am) - these days one can never be too sure:

Thank you, I commend you for your commitment and loyalty to the Sundays, for your little comment has gotten me writing again! That alone should say a lot, since the last time I posted and entry was almost 2 years ago!

With that said,

Que vivan los Pete’s and The Sundays!

My Newest Infatuation: Aidan Gillen

Before catching my eye in the movie Shangai Nights, movie I saw two days ago for 12th time, I'm sure, I really didn't know much about Aidan Gillen. I'm actually amazed at the fact that I didn't notice him before this time, after all the movie has been out for some time now.

[Currently: Thinking oh, these boys, boys, boys...]

[Mood: fine. Don't ask!]

Oh my...Adonis!

There really isn't any real reason for this post other than I began to conceive the idea of it after googling Keira Knightley and Rupert Friend. Well, actually, it all began as I was trying to find a picture of James McAvoy- my latest infatuation- which began after watching The Chronicles of Narnia once again last night. Since I initially could not remember his name, but remembered him starring in a movie with Keira about two sisters-of which I couldn't recall the title of the movie either- I decided to, under Keira's name search, find James' by using IMBD, the internet movie database website.

That's when my ADD kicked in and I got all sidetracked with Rupert's beauty and the news (most probably old news to the world around me) that he and Keira were dating! (Yeah, notice the exclamation point I've used to show astonishment.) So intrigued by the images of the two, the headlines, etc. I continued to Google their names until all my questions were answered (I had two to be exact):

Is Keira, in fact, dating Rupert? Yes

Are they getting married? Yes

Ok, so I finally found a picture of Keira and James and immediately thought how incredibly handsome James McAvoy truly is. I am absolutely entralled by his semblance and his piercing blue eyes; he possesses a rare kind of beauty not usually found in other male actors.

Once I had his name, I began Google his name for images of him. I wanted to discover what exactly adored me about him. So I found one of his pictures- actually, the one I have in this post- and begain to look at it with profound eyes. In the end, I decided that aside his talented nature, what i enjoyed the most about him were his eyes; his big beautiful eyes.

That's how the list was born. As I looked at James' various attributes, I began to think about all the other "Beaus" I adored.

A list began to populate in my head and before I knew it, I had thought about several actors...Here's the list:

BEAU ADONIS(liscious)!

Johnny Depp

(Not in any particular order other than in the case of Johnny Depp; he will be forever my number one. All who know me know how much I adore this man, that's why I will not write anything about him here. And anyway, hasn't it all been written about him already? He is the Man and that is a fact!)

James McAvoy- Go figure! The first time I noticed James was in the movie The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, in which he played a faun, Mr. Tumnus. Those eyes blue eyes was all it took scoop me up; I have been smitten by him ever since.

Thomas Kretschmann- Woa! Are all Germans hot? In the film The Pianist, Thomas played the role of a German soldier who helps a Jewish pianist survive the war. His role in the film was small but his impact on the screen, as all of us who loved it can testify, was unforgettable!

Gerald Butler- Oh, Gerald...What a fine piece of human anatomy you are! He drives me crazy!! And it didn't help that he was in the movie 300 because even with the dark hair, tanned skin and barbarous behaviour, he he still blew my mind to smithereens! The first time I noticed Gerald was in the 2004 movie Dear Frankie in which he played a stranger hired by a woman to pose as her son's father. He was so incredibly good looking in that film, every time he smoked a cigarette (in the movie) I could literally smell the smoke! (and I hate smokers!!!!)

Christian Bale- Interestingly enough, I discovered that Gerald's favorite actor is Christian Bale. And why wouldn't he be? Besides the fact that he was born on a very special date (January 30th), he is also one of the most versatile actors I know, something I very much admire in an actor. The first time I beheld him was in the film American Psycho. (Hey, and for the record, I'm also a 100% "Balehead." )

Now I travel all the way down to the home of burritos and tacos for my next favorite actor.

Gael Garcia Bernal- One of the best contemporary actors Mexico has ever produced. No wonder Pedro Almodovar, who happens to be my favorite director, let alone one of most acclaimed foreign filmmakers of our times, set his eyes on Gael to play one of the characters on his film "Mala Education," a film based on the stories of two boys who were sexually abused in a Christian school. Gael's performance was not only incredible but his Spanish accent was also very convincing and exceptional. I first dreamed about those juicy lips in the film Amores Perros.

And on to my favorite Darcy's...I have two:

Colin Firth and Matthew Macfadyden- Much has been said about Colin so I will not bore anyone by sharing my thoughts about him in this post. We all know he is the best actor to ever personify Mr. Darcy and one of the few actors we don't mind watching over and over again playing the same role. Example: Pride and Prejudice, Bridget Jone's Diary, Love Actually...

Matthew, the newest version of Darcy, managed to successfully revive the magic instilled in us by Colin, the Master Darcy, in the early versions of Pride and Prejudice. The first time I set eyes on those beautiful green eyes was in the foreign film My Father's Den, filmed in 2004.

Brandon Flowers- And on into the musical spectrum of postt...Behold the statement: In my book, Brandon Flowers (The Killers), along with Chris Martin (Coldplay), possess one of the most original voices in the industry.

Talent, nice vocals and breathtakingly good looks...now that's why I love Brandon Flowers!

D'fly

P.S. If I forgot you, please accept my deepest apologies.

[Currently: with a huge headache]

[Mood: peaceful]

The Quote of the Day! Oh, and what a quote!

Isn't every day a chance to learn something new? Well, today, I did. I was given tickets to see an advance screening of Kung -Fu Panda when I heard this enlightening quote:



"The past is history; The future is a mystery; This moment is a gift; That is why this moment is called the present; Enjoy it."



Through research, I discovered the quote was made by Allan Johnson. Of course, that doesn't tell me much because there are only 5,000 Allan Johnson's to choose from on the net but at least I can give this man credit where it's due. So, to THE "Allan Johnson" thanks for this so-true quote.



D'fly

[Currently: looking out into my beautiful backyard]

[Mood: do I really have to catalogue it?]

...why are then Saturdays so alive?

Contrary to the general feeling of boredom, brought in by Sundays; Saturdays always seem to be a bit more of an active day. To be more precise, Saturdays are usually regarded as the "go-do-day." People go and do everything they can to squeeze (like lemonade) the mere second, of every minute, of every hour on a Saturday day. They go shopping, to the park, to the beach, to a birthday party, to a wedding, to get married, to get their cars washed, to go grocery shopping, to go play sports...the list goes on and on.

But one can't help it. For the most part, Saturdays are the most beautiful day of the week. The sky is usually painted in the prettiest hue of blue, with fluffy, playful clouds; the ones that are usually too high to create any trouble, but visible enough to entertain a child with silly figures. And that's not all, since early in the morning, garage sale signs begin to pop like flowers, in every corner of every neighborhood, ready for busy "Bees" eager to catch the deal of the day- Hey, I count myself as being one of those "Bees."

Do, do, do...Go, go, go...there is always so much do to and so many places to go to, no wonder Sundays are usually so boring!

p.s.

Today Saturday, however, I'm not in the mood for lemonade. Today, I prefer something less troubling: mother nature's juice will do just fine for me. Yeah...I'm just chilling. There is no squeezing from my part today. *winks*

[Currently: deciding how to compose this post about

Harriet...]

[Mood: happy]

Early morning: It is The Sundays (as usual)

And once again, in the early morning fold, my soul and memory claim for her. My dearest Harriet, my siren and muse, I miss you; I miss you so deeply... It seems to me that this urge or inclination, per se, to search for any news (on her) engulfs my entire being every 2 or 3 months. It is always during late hours of the night and always Googled with the same key words: Harriet Wheeler, The Sundays, Harriet and David...and every 2 or 3 months my Google searches come back emptly from any new information that could lead me to her whereabouts.

Complete haitus? How could it be possible? I mean, how could the only living "Siren" our world has had the pleasure of fostering could continue to elude being seen or heard by anyone? It is thought I can't bring myself to conceive (in any shape or form), but it is a reality I live with (and have been living with) for quite some time now.

But tonight my search wasn't a total repetitive waste. Through the course of my search- I modified the search to "Harriet Wheeler 2008" (2008 in quotes to ensure accuracy) instead of my usual "Harriet Wheeler" by itself- I came across the blog of Mephisto-Phil-ese in which he asked the exact same question I had: "Harriet, Where Are You?"

The post was deep and heartfelt and full of the same sentiments that lead my thoughts whenever I think of Harriet. He loves her; he misses her; he also wonders if she'll ever come back. Yep- like I said: my same exact thoughts.

Will you ever come back, Harriet? Will you...? To Mephisto-Phil-ese, I left a little message he has to review before posting. Hopefully, he will reply to it and together we could share our memories of the most beautiful being music has ever known!

D'fly

Five Months in a Flash...

July- Vacation, vacation, vacation to paradise.

Agosto-Birthdays, birthdays, birthdays...

Septiembre- Work, work, double work and double work...

Octubre- Big joy of my life: Can I say five?

November- a few downfalls along the path, but nothing strong enough to keep me down forever...

December- 3 more days and I'll be off again!

D'fly