I’m sure you experience this feeling at least once a day. Even though you know for certain that there’s nothing in the fridge, you still open it in the hopes that between the last time you opened it (five minutes ago) and now, something will have appeared in there. In a way, that’s kinda similar to when you open a blank document repeatedly, hoping that words will come out, even though you know you completely lack inspiration.
I don’t have anything in my fridge right now, and I don’t feel like going to the store so I have one of two options: either make my snack mood go away or make something from scratch. Since arguing with my snack mood is a losing battle, I have attempted to make something from scratch. Note that scratch for me means boiling water and adding Jell-O mix, haha.
I’ve been waiting for this month for quite some time, it being the tenth month and all that. October is my favourite month of the whole year, and that’s not only because it’s my birthday month. 😉 Why do I like October? Here are some of the reasons:
1. It marks the start of Autumn. No more stickiness and humidity and hot weather. Just cool breezes and yellowing leaves and overall a much, much nicer weather.
2. It’s the time to break out cool jackets and comfy plush robes and fuzzy slippers, and bundle up in warm blankets without worrying about waking up in a sweaty mess in the morning… especially if you, like me, cannot sleep without blankets.
I dislike Mondays. I don’t see what’s good about a day that tears you away from weekend heaven, a weekend I spent relaxing, watching great movies, reading and writing, eating all sorts of comfort food (pizza, pasta, tuna salad) and following an awesome chocolate mousse recipe… while creating a mess out of the kitchen. I do recommend it though! It’s simple and quite yummy.
It is with a heavy heart that I dragged myself out of bed (not before I pressed the Snooze button a dozen times) this morning and left to work. I’ve started counting down till the next weekend already; it’s about the only thing that can get me through the day! Counting down the hours till I get to go home helps too.
“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.”
– Charles M. Schulz.
This is going to sound bad on my permanent record as a chocoholic, but I actually had absolutely no idea September 13 is International Chocolate Day. In honour of this day, I thought I could maybe gush a little bit about chocolate and share some pictures! International Chocolate Day cannot go unnoticed!
I’ve noticed that among all the blogs I come across and the bloggers I interact with, people define themselves as writers. Sure writing might be the skill we’re all most proud of, but I’m sure there are other things too by which we can defined. Let’s take me for example, I’ve been writing since I was five or six, and I like to think I’m good at it… but it’s not all I can do!
I’m a foodie. I love trying out new things when it comes to food. When I go to dine somewhere I try to pick a different dish every time, and I’m not deterred if it’s something too unusual. I love Italian food, even though I dislike garlic and onion, and almost any chicken dish is a winner in my book! Cooking, however, is not something I’m good at. I can’t even fry an egg properly.
The other day I came across the 22 rules of storytelling, shared by Emma Coats, a storyboard artist at Pixar Studios, on her twitter account. I found them to be truly inspirational and yet at the same time quite simple, and when you think about them and consider Pixar’s great films, you realise that these rules are all you need to create a wonderful, gripping tale. My commentary is in plain text. 🙂
1. You admire a character for trying more than for their successes.Does this remind you of Mr. Fredricksen from Up? We didn’t know if he would succeed in getting his house to Paradise Falls, but yet we all cheered him on and admired him for the way he tried to get there.
Statistics have always been there. Whether they are honest or not is a different story, but they’ve existed and slowly fed a little something I like to call stats addiction. Whether you’re a blogger, a published writer, a business owner, a gamer … stats addiction comes with the territory. There’s something mesmerizing about watching these numbers rise and fall. When you notice an increase you feel happy, but your spirits sink when there’s a decrease.
I see her prowling the aisles, trying to decide what her pick of the day. She comes in here three or four times a week for a sugar fix, usually after she returns from her job. She looks tired, but her eyes gleam as they run over the shiny wrappers. She takes her sweet time deciding what to buy. You can almost see her calculating and weighing the options in her head.
“Pick me! Look at me!”
“No, pick me! I’m nougat and caramel and peanuts!”
“Pft. Who likes peanuts? She wants walnuts and raisins!”
“Oh, you guys, you know she wants a piece of lil’ white me.”
“Oh shut up. Everyone knows white chocolate isn’t really chocolate.”*
I noticed that I’ve been forgetting things lately. For example, two weeks ago I was making a purchase at a store and for some reason I was required to enter my card’s pin code. “Sure, no problem,” I said before blanking altogether. I had forgotten my pin code. The pin code I so confidently punch in every time I use the ATM had been completely erased from my memory and, try as I might, I could not remember it. Thankfully, the store manager was very nice and told me to just come back and pay tomorrow, and fortunately for me, I had the pin code written somewhere at home.
And if you think that’s bad, what would you say if I told you that only recently I went a whole week without remembering to eat chocolate? I tell you, I felt ashamed of myself.
I was dead tired last night. The weather has been terrible lately, and electricity outages have been frequent so the AC was barely managing to cool my bedroom. But I thought, hey, I didn’t manage to nap in the afternoon, so I’m probably going to conk out immediately in the evening! But as I lay wide awake in my bed later on, I realised just how wrong I’ve been.