See you in another life, brother. ='D

Lost is over. I guess after over 650 days you come around and watch it.

By What They Died For, I figured out that the despicable "Heart of The Island/Jacob/Smokey Gunna Destroy the Island" story was going to play out (the only part of Lost I didn't enjoy at all amidst parts of Season 4 with Sayid running around calling Charlotte CHARLOT & Geromino Jack obv.) so I accepted it.

P.S. Smokey FTW.

It was this emotional rollercoaster of a finale. My mind wasn't blown. But I still loved it for what it was. however, the underlying themes of letting go, moving on and starting over, reunion & redemption formed a very strong emotional backbone for the show. And for what it's worth - it gave not only the characters but also the viewers CLOSURE.

I was too excited about my mind's journey of Lost ending to cry. I strangely didn't. When Sun & Jin died. When Sayid died. (P.S. I cry every time a character dies. EVERY SINGLE TIME.) But when beautiful, brave Jacko staggered and fell at the bamboo shoots, back to where everything began and Vincent, swooped   down, licked him and stayed with him as he died, I couldn't help but let out a sob. It was over. Lost was over.

='D

Thank you Lost.

For your beautifully flawed characters.

For your intricate, powerful and captivating story.

For the finely woven web of awe-inspiring, gnawing mysteries, truths and revelations.

For capturing and delivering the human psyche - different parts of it every week.

For the time-travel & electromagnetic anomalies.

For the alternating melancholy & exploratory undertones in music.

For all your references (to Fantasie Impromptu & Stephen King esp.)

And even though David ain't real, he's as cool as Daniel Faraday

For all the weird convoluted Physics.

Let's get married, yeah?

For the idea of Daniel Faraday and Desmond Hume.

I have a constant too Daniel. WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON. The offer's still open btw.

For lovely Charlie Pace.

CRY FO' REAL. ='(

For brave crazy Jacko & For intelligent Benjamin Linus.

And of course, 

For Juliet.

& Sawyer.

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For the amazing 120 (actually triple that) hours I spent forgetting everything else, lost in the surreal unreality and sheer brilliance of Lost.

'Cause I'm going to Save The World Wearing a Vegetable

Since it's been well- a bloody long time and because the Angels of Rexicoricofallipatorius have been missing me, sending me long, heart-wrenching love letters to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a blog post, I thought...meeeehwell. WHY NOT?
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So anyhooo, just a list of things I've been DYING to SAY for the past few AMAZINGLY NON-DREADFUL MONTHS (yeah, Board exams are overrated.)
So let the drumroll begin.


OKAY, NUMERO UNO.


I love Doctor Who. Have I ever mentioned THE DEPTH OF MY UNQUENCHABLE, UNDIMINISHABLE, INDESTRUCTIBLE, OUT-OF-THE-WORLD ADULATION for this show, which makes me Invent words with Un-prefixes and makes the synapses in my brain misfire.


And I LOVE MATT SMITH. It's like The Doctor keeps changing but the show just remains as Fantastic as ever.

And honestly? I love the Moffat era as much as I loved the RTD era. While the former maintains "wittier" story lines with less "emotions", the RTD era thrived on character development and heart-warming relationships and of course the action-packed season finales.


One problem I had INITIALLY with the show was that the Eleventh Doctor embodies all the characteristics the Tenth Doctor possessed. After "The Parting of The Ways"there was a very conspicuous difference between Ecclestone's and David's doctor in the Christmas special itself.


While the Ninth was secretive, (although he involves his companions more than the Eleventh :/), sincere, suffering from the loss of his planet, he carried himself with aplomb avec a certain indifference to others (not disdain though) which I think really captured the heart of his audience.

The Tenth Doctor got along with Rose's family like "ice on fiiiiire" (I've always wanted to use this somewhere :P). He was witty, charismatic, EXPRESSIVE (God, he was expressive) and had a fascinating way of translating RUBBISH into technobabble. He also had a darker side, you'd almost think he's bipolar and David executed these mood transitions immaculately.

And well, let's get to the Eleventh. I honestly feel that he's just a sliiiightly different version of the Tenth, only differing in the acting styles of David and Matt and the fact that he doesn't mope. EVER.

BUT GUESS WHAT. I'M NOT COMPLAINING. THEY'RE ALL BRILLIANT.

And Amy & Rory bring a very interesting dynamic to the show (remember Amy's choice? Respect Amy. Respect.) It's one of favourite sci-fi romances ever. Or favourite romantic story ever. Seriously.
 The Girl Who Waited and The Boy Who Waited

OHMYGOD.


HAVE I MENTIONED HOW AMAZING THE MASTER IS.
John Simm LITERALLY stole the show in the three parter Season 3 finale. The Doctor just sat in a little cage looking like Gollum and John Simm melted my little heart and cut up brains from little children *blink*
BUT WHO CARES?

HE IS INTELLIGENT. I LOVE INTELLIGENT PEOPLE. WHO HAPPEN TO BE GOOD-LOOKING ALIEN TIME LORDS ASWELL.

 

 

Okay I think it's time to calm down. SERATONIN CAN YOU DO IT. OR NOT?


PART DEUX.


God, there is so much more I want to speak about Doctor Who, it's like my very-relaxed-this-whole-blog-post vocal chords are SCREAMING FOR ENCORE.


Okay. Formula One.
THE FORMULA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AUSTRALIAN GP 2012 IS GO.
Sounds so cool.
It's like you stagnate from November to March to just hear Chris say that.


and this year, I'm switching my last-three-years loyalty for Sebastian Vettel back to RAIKONNEN WHO IS BACK and Jenson Button.

KIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. Arjun and I missed you. :/

Vettel. Too many people love you now. *tsktsk*


You're no longer that young Rookie in the Toro Rosso anymore. :/ Time to support the underdogs.


BUT RAIKONNEN IS BACK. PARTAYYYYYY.


and finally NUMBER THREE.


There is no number three actually.
I just wanted to incessantly gush over Doctor Who and Formula 1 and then run off.


OHNO.
Forget that.

 There is no number three actually.
I just wanted to incessantly gush over Doctor Who and Formula 1 and then run off.


Einstein wins. Opera had some equipment technical glitch glitch glitchety glitch.
We can still sit on a particle on a light ray zooming at 300000000 m/s and not be able to overtake it. YESWECAN.


You can read about it HERE.


http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2012/03/icarus-neutrinos/

I VOLUNTEER FOR TIME TRAVEL! TAKE ME.

These things are in my mind half-the-time in the middle of my Board exams-cum-Competitive Exams. Bleh.

I don't how competitive exams work on people who don't WANT to compete and just want to "learn" and then dream. :/

Anyhoo.

Bye for now.

Imma use my grey cells a little.

Pft. Like I don't do that all the time.

-The Variable

In a hurry atm.

Because In The Daylight Anywhere Feels LIke Home.

So, we're walking down the streets of Boston, and I'm just so happy to be there and all I want to do is take pictures and feel grateful. Meanwhile, boy I'm walking with can't decide which road he wants to walk down next, and I'm starting to hate him, even though his hair blows my mind. And so with his indecisiveness, we keep walking, and turn a corner, and he stops by a newspaper dispensing type thing, and pulls out one of the local ones. While I stand there genuinely shocked that he stole a newspaper, he starts talking about how it's free and how his grandfather runs a newspaper. And I know I should be paying attention, but his voice is interesting and all I can think of is how to makes me want to listen to him rant. 

Throughout the newspaper he finds things that interest him,and that interests me, and then he finds that Matt And Kim are playing in Boston. They played last week, but he still gets pretty excited and goes, "Have you heard of Matt and Kim?". I deny, and he goes, " Well, you should check them out sometime." And I vaguely promise to do so, while trying to remember what he just said. I was just a little fascinated with his voice for those like 15 minutes. 

We had lunch, and he mentions Daylight by Matt and Kim, at least once, and I give a non-committal reply, saying I will listen. 

I never did.

So, days later, in Humanities, Serena and I are sitting and playing songs, and I ask for a happy song to play. Serena comes up with a Tangled song, and we highfive and sing along. He goes, "What about Daylight?" expecting me to know what that is. I promptly having forgotten about the existence of Matt and Kim exchange a blank look and he plays it... Serena and I are not impressed. "Our song's happier.", we say and move on.

So, on the last Tuesday, a day after I stupidly decided to ignore him, we enter Humanities, and I go to his computer, which is the same one I liked to use, and he's logged on, and his iMovie is up. Serena and I evil laugh and go and start spying on his projects for his Digital Video class. He had, I think, three properly done movies and one insanely hilarious action movie in the making.


 We opened his autobiographical one, and my mind was blown. It was so cheery and funny, and it felt like him, which was nice. It opened with this really cool shot of a tree and the sun shining through, and it scaled up, and as the camera panned up the length of the tree, Daylight started playing. And Serena and I had to admit, it made me feel pretty happy.

We replayed that like three times, it was a great short movie thing. It included Home by Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeroes too, which made me fall deeper in like with him, but I was ignoring him, but that's different.

And, now it's been like a 6 days since Choate ended, and I wake up every morning to Daylight. Serena and I commented about how we both couldn't stop listening to it. 


It's so happy and cheery, and makes me dance in my heart. kind of like when he asked me if I watched Firefly.The song sounds like how I feel, if that makes any sense. How I feel about summer and making friends I hope last forever. 

Amalgamation men and cool, and I'm terrible and handling amalgamation, but that's okay. At least I got a great song out of it.