… and his friend, the driver. He died this afternoon in a car crash on the way to a charity event. Oh my gosh. You never expect these things … He was a talented actor and it’s a damn shame this generation has been deprived of his presence. But man, is it not ironic?
I’ve been on the fringes of this fandom for a while now for the reason that it doesn’t show with a proper schedule on the local tv programming. I’m there and yet not there at the same time. Either way, I won’t sleep right if I don’t do anything to commemorate the fiftieth year of the dear Doctor.
On to the next adventure, allonsy!
I understand Movember is a moustache growing charity event held to raise awareness as well as funds for men’s health. That’s so awesome. Personally, I think women’s health have been greatly supported particularly in the media more than that of the dudes. No problems with that, all I’m saying is that both are equally important …
Oh flippy skippy, what I’m really trying to get at is that I’ve noticed my own lip hat has been more obstinate and noticeable of late, as if it is rallying in support to it’s male brethren. I’m on the fence on whether I should be proud or annoyed. Normally I’d be tolerant of it’s presence in the name of natural beauty, because let’s face it, little downy bristle on a woman is hawt.
It makes me happy to hear songs about brown eyes. I’m not complaining but there has been much more emphasis on blue eyes, followed by the even more rare lovely green hues. Perhaps I haven’t been listening to the right music, or the DJ on the radio is a bit biased, or maybe brown eyes are too common to write anything about. Thank goodness for Jango, I heard this song on the Sunshine Radio and I am liking it very much. Hope it’s mutual If not, oh well , that’s no problemo!
P.S: If you’re thinking of checking out Sunshine radio (or any one, really), you must remember to do this one important thing; boogie woogie! Dance, people.
Shimmy and shake for it’s still a good day in the little ways and one needs to celebrate the simpler things in life, bright memories for the bad times ahead.
P.P.S: If you like Ellen like I do, check this jem out!
Hi everyone. First off, I would like to express my utmost surprise - and gratitude - to find that after having been MIA in over a month I’ve gotten myself some new followers! I can’t explain how but I’m very happy.
Well, in my absence I’ve joined a new fandom. *Drumroll*
SHERLOCK! I found the first mention of the show on Tumbler (surprise surprise). So I went on my friend’s Netflix and checked it out. Three episodes in the first season. Three in the second. There are only TWO seasons as of now, the third one being anxiously awaited by fellow fanatics, we call ourselves Sherlockians. I like it.
What amazes me is that in only six blinking episodes I find myself hooked very emotionally to this remarkable show. Reeled in by Sherlock’s impressive intelligence and unabashed arrogance in combination with John’s more down to earth demeanor. I simply love them both, yes yes, I like Mycroft too. Before, while checking Sherlock out from a distance (the show, not the man!), I was a bit skeptical, the fangirls on Tumbler were in a rage about it so I said why the hell not. Friends, I was not disappointed.
Books are subtle proof of man’s generosity to the world.
- Devina S.
P.S: Personally I think it’s perfectly fine to quote myself on my own blog. Just wanted to get that out there
No matter who or where we are, we consume art on a daily basis. We listen to songs, go to the cinema, or spend a lazy afternoon enjoying a good book.
But why is it that art is so important? Why is it that our lives would feel empty, pointless, filled with blank spaces without art?
Art is important for a million different reasons: we consume art because it inspires us, because it gives us purpose, motivation, ambition, and it makes us dream.
Beethoven Symphony No. 3 – Full Length – Complete 3rd Symphony. Max McBride conducting Sydney Youth Orchestra
This morning I was searching for a list of music played in that 2009 movie, The Soloist, starring Robert Downy Jr. and Jamie Foxx. I’m still reeling from it, there’s till so much to think about. There were three factors that made me watch it: the cello, Beethoven and RDJ. No regrets. I want to ask something of you, my anonymous friend, listen to the music. Not the whole thing if you don’t want to but just a few minutes. Let it sink into you, let it soothe you to peace.
This piece … it blew me away, not only how skillfully this remarkable orchestra brought to life but by the fact that this band of musicians consisted mostly, or should I say, entirely of youths whose passion Continue reading
I’m watching The Hunger Games for the first time right now, at the part where Katiness volunteers for Prim. I lost control of the dams in my eyes. I paused it go get my composure back before someone finds me.
There are people out there that would remain untouched by the larger tragedies in films, much less of the smaller ones, like that very moment. This may be a made up world with made up wars, nothing new, but I personally believe that in a world full of greed and power hungry people, anything is possible. Take a moment and consider the possibilities of Panem being our future. Fifty years from now, or five hundred. Hell, we’re seeing rebellion right now in all its blazing finery as I write this, and as you read this.
Belonging to a race of beings capable of such goodness and love I still find it a little hard to believe that there are those of us that can make the darkest of nightmares a reality. There’s no asking why. It just is. Yin and yang, but that’s not to say there’s a balance of good and evil, I refuse to believe in that. There are many of us that live safely enough with little to no problem on most days, maybe we don’t see it but it’s because of the collective nature of goodness of the people around us amongst the grumpy cats and devil possessed bunnies.
Music is to the ears as books are to the eyes; a pleasing trickle, a stimuli. Both affect the mind, and the place where they converge is a spark of magic amidst the tangles of neurons and soggy grey matter; fertile soil where the seeds of learning and inspiration not only grows but flourishes.
I got this brain wave while listening to Patience by AnZan at a gentle volume at 2 AM while reviewing maths for class later that day. Though I’m sure I haven’t heard it way back then, it reminds me of a clear moonlit night in the Hundred Acre Wood way deep in the dusty attic of my memory. Thinking back now, this song post dated the show. A friend told me the song reminds her of Christmas, I’m perfectly happy to claim my one as my own.
Let me tell you some more about that early morning breather. The crickets were chirping a soft and steady lullaby close by a stream, I could hear the water tricking down and away. My mind conjures a picture of Pooh Bear and Piglet stretched on their backs counting the stars, sometimes silently but often aloud, as a distant song of a flute sings the land to sleep. Continue reading