Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Tuesday, 29 October 2013
This is a short post.
Chaotic days ahead.
Working heavy-duty overtime is better than not working at all. Non the less, it tires me out, it wears and tears both my body and my mind.
I'll try to stay on the track, but forgive me, dear friends, if I don't manage to say my "hello" to all of you. I'll make sure to compensate it when this "urgent business matter" is over.
I'm optimistic, so don't you worry.
Happy days will come after "grumpy days" are gone. Right?
Hugs to all of you.
♥♥ Pinky Honey
Monday, 28 October 2013
There are films that simply find a way to capture our hearts, and we keep coming back to them over and over. Fom me, one of those is "The Holiday"
The story is about two women who trade homes "only to find that a change of address can change their lives."
In London, Iris Simpkins writes a wedding column in a newspaper and nurtures an unrequited love for her colleague Jasper Bloom. Near Christmas, she is informed that Jasper is engaged to marry another colleague, and her life turns upside down. In Los Angeles, the movie-trailers maker Amanda Woods has just split with her unfaithful boyfriend Ethan and wants to forget him. Through a house exchange website, Amanda impulsively swaps her mansion for Iris' cottage in Surrey for the holidays. While in Surrey, Amanda meets Iris' brother and book editor Graham and they fall in love with each other. Meanwhile, Iris meets her new next door neighbor the ninety year old screenplay writer Arthur, who helps her retrieve her self-esteem, and the film composer Miles, with whom she falls in love.
Why I love it?!
♥♥ Great quotes & English Cottage ♥♥
IRIS: "I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms."
IRIS: "You broke my heart. And you acted like somehow it was my fault, my misunderstanding, and I was too in love with you to ever be mad at you, so I just punished myself! For years! But you waltzing in here on my lovely Christmas holiday, and telling me that you don't want to lose me whilst you're about to get MARRIED, somehow newly entitles me to say, it's over. This - This twisted, toxic THING between us, is finally finished! I'm miraculously done being in love with you! Ha! I've got a life to start living."
PRESENTER: "Amanda Woods is proud to present "The Life". She had it all, the job, the house, the guy. This holiday season find out what Amanda doesn't have."
GRAHAM: "I have no defense except that until i get to know someone really well, it's easier for me to be a normal, single guy; because it is way too complicated to be who I really am. I'm a full-time dad. I'm a working parent. I'm a mother and a father. I'm a guy who reads parenting books and cookbooks before I go to sleep. I spend my weekends buying tutus. I'm learning to sew. I'm Mr. Napkin Head! I want some kind of constant overload and it helps to compartmentalise my life, just till i figure this out. This past weekend, the children were with their grandparents and when they are gone, i get to be somebody who doesn't have hot chocolate spill on his jeans. I have no idea how to date and be this. And I suppose there is, the possibility I am afraid of what another person might do to what we are and how we get from one day to the next."
IRIS: "Listen, I know its hard to believe people when they say "I know how you feel". But I actually know how you feel. You see, I was seeing someone back in London. We work for the same newspaper and then I found out that he was also seeing this other girl, Sarah from the circulation department on the 19th floor. Turned out that he was not in love with me like I thought. What I am trying to say is, I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."
ARTHUR: "He let you go. This is not a hard one to figure out. Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend.
Iris: You are so right. You are supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for god's sake! Arthur, I have been going to a therapist for three years, and she's never explained anything to me that well. That was brilliant, brutal, but brilliant. Thank you."
AMANDA: "I have realised that a little complication never hurt anyone"
IRIS: "I happen to know the answer to this. Because you're hoping you're wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and surprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that she's not for you."
ARTHUR: "I came to Hollywood over 60 years ago, and immediately fell in love with motion pictures. And it's a love affair that's lasted a lifetime. When I first arrived in Tinseltown, there were no cineplexes or multiplexes. No such thing as a Blockbuster or DVD. I was here before conglomerates owned the studios. Before pictures had special effects teams. And definitely before box office results were reported like baseball scores on the nightly news."
ARTHUR: "Say a man and a woman both need something to sleep in and both go to the same men's pajama department. The man says to the salesman, "I just need bottoms," and the woman says, "I just need a top." They look at each other and that's the meet cute."
..and the best for the end:
IRIS: I like corny. I'm looking for corny in my life.
Have you seen "The Holiday"?
Did you liked it?
♥♥ Pinky Honey
Sunday, 27 October 2013
Happy Sunday everybody!
Daylight saving and turning back the clock one hour made me get up at a early hour. Without much to do in this time of day (and since I'm unable to go back to sleep), I'm looking around Web and searching for something to amuse me, intrigue me.. something to share.
Since it is now became a custom, I'm introducing you to yet another story from Heart Throbs magazine. This time we're touching the subject well known to me: a Tomboy.
I came by the nickname Justly. As a kid, I played with boys instead being a little lady! And I never changed until someone came along who caused me to resort to feminine wales. That's when I won the game of love.
How are you spending your Sunday?
♥♥ Pinky Honey