Archives for the month of: February, 2011

10. Jason Winston George


9. Jennifer Garner



8. Bradley Cooper


7. Tamara Taylor


6. Scott Michael Foster



5. Amber Stevens



4. Shemar Moore



3. India Varma


2. Daniel Sunjata


1. Dilshad Vadsaria


(c) Niconica 2011*

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It is a pity that Jane Austen was not aware of the mesmerizing effect her novels would have on generations of women in the future.  She writes about love, courtship, and social graces where the men exist in the novels as objects of romantic affection as well as the pursuers in matters of the heart – the perfect “modern” fairy tale.

I use “modern” here as a phrase relative to the usual setting of fairy tales which would probably be more at home in the medieval  age of chivalry.  Of course, compared to our early 21st century era – Jane Austen’s period would not be considered modern anymore.

Even if we do not admit it out loud, in our heart of hearts we would like to imagine men to be as they are in Jane Austen’s books – which portrays their roles and existence from the feminine perspective.

Why our minds more easily get caught up in the ideas of love and romance is a source of both delight and disappointment to us.  (But, I digress.)

Back to the topic, Jane Austen is simply a genius–she is the writer’s writer of her genre–her observations of the nuances and subtleties of human behavior pours into the story, characters, and pages smoothly… and we laugh, cry, and get annoyed the lead characters as they experience the story unfolding around them – and almost wish that we were part of that world.

She writes about love and courtship so gracefully that it seems as though she has been out there and experienced it all.  However, the question would have to be raised that had she been out there experiencing it all, she might not have found the time to put pen to paper and entrance us with her novels.

Her keen insights into love, courtship, romance, and marriage are exquisite… and it is evident in her novels. Her novels serve as a commentary on human nature –their frailties and foibles–which, despite ongoing advancements in science and technology, remain pleasantly and disappointingly similar.

Her characters are poignant, memorable, infuriating, and delightful… one cannot help but wish that she had lived to write more of her masterpieces.

In our hearts and in our minds, we proclaim, “Long Live  Jane Austen!”  Thank you for teaching us about the joys and pitfalls of love and romance, among many other things.

(c) Niconica 2011*

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I’ve asked myself  often, why write?  Why this overwhelming need to put pen to paper or tap away at the keyboard of the computer and come up with words strung together in what we might hope to be a coherent and melodious rhythm?  Why the constant struggle with the ebb and flow of words and the dreaded writer‘s block?  And I suppose that the answer is, instead of all the numerous justifications and reasons which can be used: because I cannot not write.

I have read somewhere that one is either a writer or isn’t – and writers are a different breed altogether – the compulsion and the need to churn words out in what we hope to be intelligible format is part and parcel of who we are… whether it is published or not is irrelevant.  While the notion of being published is probably many writers’ Holy Grail, it is still beside the point… we just need to write, we cannot live without constructing sentences and expressing ourselves in such a manner, even if it is only for ourselves to read… even if it is only for ourselves to make sense of our inner and outer worlds.

A writer is both a participant and an observer in life and it is this dichotomous friction which when in harmony produces the flame of  writing which illuminates. On the other hand, when the role of participant and observer are at odds which each other, which is more often than not the case, it produces the tortured frustration which can only be alleviated by putting pen to paper so to speak and letting the words spill out.  And the cycle then repeats itself.  It cannot be helped.  And this is why I write.

(c) Niconica 2011*

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So, we’ve finally gotten our lives together and our plans sorted out.  We’ve got goals and we’re taking the necessary steps to achieve them.  We think we finally know what we are doing and where we are going and how we shall go about it.

Then, loves comes into our life like a 100-pound bowling ball knocking the pins of our best laid plans over.  It’s a strike!

So then the mad scramble begins–we have to start retrieving the pins and putting them back in a row, while trying to figure out how to keep them in a row without being once again toppled over by the wonderful and unexpected gravitas of what we have actually been secretly praying for all along–which is none other than a little something called “L-O-V-E.”

Good luck!

(c) Niconica 2011*

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There should really be something called VDAS or Valentine’s Day Anxiety Syndrome.

That the history of Valentine’s is rather obscure is not the point anymore… since the celebration of Valentine’s Day has developed a life of its own through the ages and has now evolved into an enormous social pressure to find romance and love, or to couple up.

For singles, Valentine’s Day serves to unflatteringly highlight one’s current solitary state and might incite some feelings of inadequacy, sorrow, or bitterness about one’s situation.

For couples, Valentine’s Day serves to flatteringly or unflatteringly benchmark the state of the relationship and there would undoubtedly be a lot of pressure surrounding or preceding the day itself–so much so that the pressure to celebrate the holiday itself precipitates misunderstandings and/or break-ups due to the high social expectations which surround the holiday.

All these considered, it might pay to step back for a while and give some thought to the original non-commercial intent of the holiday which revolves around the sentiments of love and romance.

It might pay to keep in mind that we should not let a mere holiday undermine our self-identity, self-esteem, and relationships.

As humans, we are, as it should be, more relevant than the non-entity–the  occasion or holiday we are celebrating–which is in this case, Valentine’s Day.

It is the holiday of Love after all–so why can’t we celebrate it by loving ourselves and others around us a bit more?

(c) Niconica 2011*

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An interesting prompt by Plinky via the Daily Post @ site goes something like this:

If you could go back in time and have a five minute conversation with yourself ten years ago, what would you say?

Being a certified Trekkie, I would have to admit that the first thought which came to mind was that conversing with one’s past self would be breaking the Temporal Prime Directive.  However, once we move past that random thought – my mind went into overdrive wondering how this five minute conversation would possibly come about?

Would it be a Lakehouse style–a mailbox or phone call–lost in time scenario, or would there be technology such as a time machine involved?  Perhaps it would be easier if it were some sort of astral travel situation where I can speak to my past self in a dream?

Come to think of it – an email to my past self would have been nice too –and mind you–it would have been more than a five minute conversation/email… It would have been a novel length composition, and that’s just getting started on all the warnings and stories I’d have to tell my younger self…

However, in the interest of being concise, here goes:

1. Believe in Yourself … and all that… This sounds pretty basic but it can’t be said enough.  At the start of our lives–fresh out of college–the world can seem quite daunting and we don’t know quite where to start–and this is where we end up questioning ourselves and wondering we would be able to make anything of ourselves.

2. Stay Healthy… Yes – seems pretty basic too, however ten years ago, I felt ten feet tall and bullet proof and I thought I was going to stay that way forever. It would have helped to know that I should have been less reckless with my health since I would pay for it somewhere down the line.

3. Things Change. Things change, plans change, everything changes–in every imaginable and unimaginable way.  We may count on certain things to come to fruition–but they won’t.  We may think that pigs would fly before certain things happen–and they do happen (but not the part where pigs fly). It’s about accepting the trite adage, “The only thing constant in life is change.” Well? What can I say, the truth hurts. The sooner we learn to accept it, the better off we’ll be–or so we’d like to think.

4.  Shit happens. This is self-explanatory. Need I say more? Okay, how about this–Think Murphy’s Law.

5. Keep Moving Forward. Well, no matter how many accidents, road kill, distractions, idiots, obstacles, problems, illnesses, and/or any other random thing life throws at us. . . we must keep moving forward. . . and in moving forward, let go of the past. Onwards and upwards to bluer skies and brighter moments.

(c) Niconica 2011*

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A lot of time and effort has been expended wondering about the nature of love and the reasons for love – and there are as many explanations are there are blades of grass in a field.  They are myriad and inconclusive.

Each definition carries a grain of truth – but not the whole truth and it depends on the people involved and the nature of their experiences.

All this would go to show that there is no good reason for falling in love – people just do.  People fall in love for all sorts of reasons which they are unable to comprehend or make sense of.

Falling in love is irrational and should be recognized as such since at times – there are a million good reasons for falling in love and yet we don’t; while during other times, there are no good reasons present for falling in love with someone and yet we find ourselves swimming in love’s embrace without knowing quite how or why.

Love is illogical and it just happens.  When it finds us, we have no choice but to either surrender to it – or resist with all our might… only to succumb to it in the end.

Happy Heart’s Day!

(c) Niconica 2011*

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This is in response to the Plinky prompt via The Daily Post @ WordPress ( which goes like this: Are you an optimist, a pessimist, or something else?

My response would be:  Both – which amounts to something else.  I am optimistic enough and pessimistic enough and it blends together to constitute something else – a Cynical Idealist or an Idealist Cynic.
Put in simplistic terms, an optimistic sees the glass half full and the pessimist sees the glass half empty.  In my case, I want to see the glass as half full and am determined to do so while at the same time having to acknowledge that the glass can yet stand to be filled even more…
Ahh… the delightfully frustrating ever fluid ambiguity and ambivalence of it all…
(c) Niconica 2011*
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The Plinky writing prompt as posted in the site asks, “When teleportation is finally possible, where will you beam yourself first?”  This topic is just too appealing to skip over… and I do concur that it is a question which will garner different answers from the same person when asks during different times, but during this very minute – my first honest but probably not as wise instinct would be to say, “I’d like to teleport to go see a romantic interest.”

It’s funny, isn’t it?  For all our logic and good sense – and the presence of a hypothetical teleportation device – when we are romantically interested in someone (be it infatuation or love – who knows), all other thoughts go out the window, leaving the pressing need to be with or see the person we fancy.  During a different time – specifically during the down cycles where we do not have anyone we have our eye on, the teleportation device might be used for something more interesting – like visiting the Moon, Saturn, or Jupiter.

However, such is the inclinations of the human mind that when the heart speaks, there is a temporary shutdown of the mind, so to speak.  For all our scientific progress, we have yet to find a way to overcome ourselves and the frailties of human nature.  Interesting, isn’t it?

(c) Niconica 2011*

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“Let’s just be friends.”

“I only see you as a friend.”

“I only love you as a friend.”

These expressions are trite and overused–but despite all that, being on the receiving end never ceases to be painful as hell.

Unrequited love is a good jumping-of point for a plot–and probably makes for a good book, movie, TV show, or a backstory–but anyone who is experiencing its painful sting will be at a loss to appreciate the situation.

While it might be tempting to continue basking in the meager light of unrequited love where rejection is euphemistically put as invites to friendship, it would pay to think twice about accepting such an arrangement.

Even if one might have romantic sentiments that keeping the friendship is better than nothing at all–it would be prudent to balance this idea with whether keeping this connection would be tantamount to keeping the wounds fresh.  Then, it would be wise to assess realistically one’s true capability to heal.

The friendship need not be permanently severed, though.  It might just be a good option to take some time away to heal and recover from a painful rejection–then assess whether a rekindling of the connection is worthwhile–or even possible.

(c) Niconica*

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