Moriarty: I Gave You My Number, I Thought You Might Call.

I was watching Sherlock (BBC Series) S01E03, and finally! saw Andrew Scott! When he introduced himself as Moriary, I found him insanely, insaaanely [sic] hot! Whooo! Two seconds. I need to cool off.

Whew, there. I think I'm sane enough to continue. Okay. He first appeared as Jim from IT, and I was just whatever about him that time. Here:

The man in the grey V. He undercovered as gay Jim from IT and subtly gave Sherlock his number.

And after he transformed to Jim Moriarty, Sherlock's other arch-enemy, seriously, I was weak at my knees! And that's one helluva transformation there, wasn't it?

The pool scene in Season 1 Episode 3 entitled "The Great Game".

The suit. The stubble. Those big eyes. Man, those eyes! Well, I guess he's my new villain crush (the other one's Cheyenne Jackson's character in Glee). Or new crush, for that matter. I'm looking forward to more Moriarty hotness explosion in Sherlock. Just can't get enough, can I? I need to finish Season 2 Episode 2 before Friday cos we'll be connecting that to our Philo's discussion about epistemology. 

 Of course, what are we to do bout this new-found infatuation? This is so highschool. What, you gonna sue me?! Ha ha! We Google him, that's what!

God, he looks good with those stubble. I really have a thing for dark-haired men who can pull off a-day-or-two-old facial hair. Nope, no Neanderthals. I can't handle THAT long and thick of a [hair] do.

Yes, I updated this just for putting up a freakin' worship wall for a crush. Ha ha! I'm pathetic. Ciao!

6:18PM Feb 22, 2012

Hart of Hearts. I'm Such a Sucker for These!

And so I'm in the middle of summarizing my Engineering Management ppts for next Tuesday's long exam, when the urge of making a post about this particular series just can't be contained anymore

Yes,  it's CW's Hart of Dixie! I've just seen the first episode Monday last week -- JAN30 -- and I was just swept off my feet!! The thing is, I've been carrying its Pilot in my hard drive since September last year, and I've also been putting it off: "What would I watch now? Hart of Dixie? Nah. Next time. Yeah, Glee!"

So, it's about a New York surgeon, Zoe Hart (Rachel Bilson), who took a year off her city practice (been dropped from her cardiothoracic fellowship and been dumped by her 6-year boyfriend) to serve a local clinic in Bluebell, Alabama. Finding it hard to fit in, and that her biological father was the former co-owner of the clinic she's in, Dr Hart and her New York cynicism learns a thing or two about the twist and turns of the seemingly boring southern life.

PS: Yes, it's my first try making a synopsis, ha ha!

After watching the first episode, I was, like: THIS IS SOOO UP MY ALLEY! HA HA! It also does not hurt that the two leadingmen are up there in the eyecandy meter: Wilson Bethel as Wade Kinsella (the leather jacket guy in the above pic) and Scott Porter as Atty. George Tucker (the brown blazer guy above).

I admit that it is a formula fiction -- Hello, Josh Schwartz (the show's executive producer)! But what the hell! I'M A SUCKER FOR THESE STUFF! Ha ha!

PS: If you know the works of Josh Schwartz, you'll DEFINITELY see the parallelisms. I love them all, though.

Lunch, then continue summarizing.
By the way, I'm reading Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Sign of the Four (part of the Sherlock Holmes series), and, of course, I'm loving it, too!
11:27 AM Saturday. Cool and cloudy -- just the way I like it. Smile.

A Point Short.

Shucks! Just a point shy from being the highest scorer. QUIZ1 of my Philosophy class results have been posted online and I got 25 over 30. So dang disappointing because the highest got 26. One point short! Almost there, but not quite there yet! Geez. I studied quite okay (not hard enough, obviously) days before the quiz. Geez.

I am frustrated ('cause it's just ONE point, ONE!). Better luck.. my ass!

12:12PM Geez. Geez. Geez.
Word of the day? Go figure, geez.

Copy-Paste. Snippets.

I just updated my other blog (requirement for a Personal Effectiveness class) and I feel good about my post. A snippet of my pathetic life:

"Hi! My name is.."

Introductions. My thoughts? Well, let's just say that I won't get an award for being the friendliest person alive, ever. Sigh. A few years back, I've already concluded that I'm the most introverted person I know. And I've already accepted that fact. Small talks are not really my cup of tea (I prefer coffee). Say, smacked in a room without any acquaintance, I won't talk to anybody unless needed (i.e. groupings for reports and experiments).

The Hi!-My-Name-Is part was a great deal easier than the second, and it didn't really help that I got the word 'Father,' a subject which I'm quite touchy about. I won't elaborate again, enough said last Tuesday. 'Kay? Good.

PS: I need professional help.

PPS: After the 2nd part of the introduction, when we were already discussing insights, a though came to mind: I could have not shared my father issues, so to speak, in front of strangers, but why did I? Heck, yeah, WHY did I? Million dollar question, geez.

PPPS: It also doesn't help that my day-to-day conversations are just between me and my twenty other personalities. Sigh.

"I'm stressed."

Yeah, who isn't? Suck it up! Okay, scratch that. Tough it up! There. Sounds less rude, doesn't it? Whenever I'm feeling a wee bit stressed, I do internal monologues.

For example, I need to do a hometask for a subject that I really hate. Hate is a very strong word -- deeply, deeply dislike. Again. For example, I need to do a hometask for a subject that I deeply, deeply dislike.

Excerpt
Me: Sooobrang haaasseeel, takte! [sic]
Konsensya: Hoy, ang kapal ng mukha mong magreklamo! Ang daming tao d'yan na gustong-gusto mag-aral, e, walang pambayad, tapos ikaw ilang taon ka na, may allowance ka pa araw-araw!

I really think I'm already bordering on psychotic. Seriously. Whatever. Shrug the felling and do what you gotta do.

PS: The excerpt above is a clean version. Most of the time, my internal monologues can be quite inappropriate for PERSEF3 reflection papers.

The Normal Approach

Shocker! Yes, I do normal, too: I read, I watch movies or I catch up on my series just to take my mind off the 'real stuff.' These actually take place before the bloody pep talks. 'Yung tipong, 'If all else fails, bloody pep talk na.'

"Like an inflated rubber ball, I bounce back."
Yes, there are deflated rubber balls, and they don't bounce back.

I'm a whatever happens, happens kind of person, BUT that doesn't mean that I do not try my best to not screw things up. I'm just a realistic man -- I don't get my hopes up. Okaaay, [sic] I "TRY" to not get my hopes up! Geez, why so pushy? (Operative word? Go figure.)

PS: See, I'm psychotic. See, I talk to myself. Sigh.

I do this. I do that. I fail. I sulk. I watch a movie (or an episode, or read a chapter or two). I toughen up. I suck it up. I move on. Story of my life.

Jokes aside, I can say that I'm a pretty resilient person. Persistent as grass! Smile. Just like stress, I shrug my sulkiness off and I move on (or most of the time, try again).

10:05 PM. I need to sleep. Smile.

It becomes beautiful.

I was browsing movies online trying to decide what to download first when I stumbled upon a concept video of Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory. And, boy, I'm telling you it's a 7-minute pure happiness. I was smiling the whole time and I can just feel my tears wanting to break-out and dance with Lady G.

"I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment of truth. I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you."

 I dream of having that someday -- the so-called domestic bliss (without the giving birth phase, of course). Romanticizing again? Yep. Just can't help it. Watch the video and dream with me even just for a little while :')

 

 

Lastly, I'd like to quote the person who posted the video because his words really touched my mushy heart:

This video is for everybody. Who has ever loved. And has been loved in return. To those that think it never does or will get better. It does. It does get better, it becomes beautiful.

6:10PM Smile.

Oh, Happy Day!

This is the first time -- in my school history -- ever that Chinese New Year's declared as a Special Non-working Holiday. Yeah, our president's part Chinese, so there. Setting that idea aside, what makes me really happy is the fact that I've accomplished so many tasks today: I finished 2 papers and 1 laboratory report, and summarized the 300+ Power Point slides of my Digital Communications and Philosophy classes. Oh, Happy Day!

It's just 9:45PM; the night's still young. I can squeeze in one movie before hitting the sack, and I chose Fashion Victims 2007 (Original German title: Reine Geschmacksache) Please, don't ask the pronunciation, okay? Good.

Here's a still from the movie:

 

I really am a fan of German gay cinema, and I know I'll enjoy this one!

Clock flashes 9:50 PM. Later!

(My posts are lengthier versions of Tweeter tweets, dang it! But what the hell!)

Yossi and Jagger

One of the most beautiful movie I've ever seen, Yossi and Jagger. I finished the film not 10 minutes ago, and it's romance to the nth power! Sigh. Now, I'm sitting on a puddle that used to be my heart. Butter under the Tuscan sun.

They hide their relationship from the eyes of their fellow soldiers, making their encounters very, very short and sweet. Very Romeo and Juliet. Ha ha! Their intimate scene together -- on the snow-covered terrain (pic above) -- is just cockle warming. It's the make-out session of my year. Now, I'm getting a bit jealous! GImme some of that! Well. Yossi is more rugged and masculine of the two, and Jagger is the beautiful and gentle one. Perfect combination. Sigh. Watch it!

11:55PM Need to sleep. Laters!