Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Scrubs! Turk gets back from his honeymoon!


This was AWESOME! Now I wanna watch Scrubs, too! Loved the reactions of every single person, and somehow, all of them were believable, even the cab driver! :D 

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Tim Dekay tweeted last night!

Through Jeff Eastin's account. And I tried SO hard not to grin, but check these out.

He said the day before that he would use the initials TD when he tweets, so there was a tiny bit of confusion (and, er, imagining) as to whether we were really going to see the producer of WC strike a dance move in the middle of a future epi.

T'was clarified.

*tries not to laugh* 
I mean, there are so many people who came online just to see him tweet, and Tim makes a spelling mistake! Siva would have banged her head on the table if she were me. I mean, if she liked Tim as much as me. 

So ppl did ask, of course. And...

He used a smiley, and he had to remove spaces to get it in! And *comes back up* he HAD to go and spell Hilarie's name wrong, didn't he? :D

Hmm. Wish I'd kept count. Need to Know? Power Play? 

A couple of people, including me, asked for a picture of him, and woo! 

Matty! :) :) And Hilarie looks good in green! She's growing on me *shrug*.

If you didn't know, fans of WC are called collars. :| I'm a mad, insane, wanty collar, then.
Over all? Still grinning when I think about how big my eyes were when I saw that first tweet. The guy's adorable. :) Hopefully, Tim will make his own account soon enough.

Note: After reading this, if you get the illusion that I wasn't freaking out, it is merely due to my inability to express myself clearer. I was, seriously, freaking out.    

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Castle - "The dead pool"

The next episode is on the 2nd of May. Grrr. What is with these TV shows and their hiatuses? 

The last scene had me, though. It was simple, and it took me a while to understand why it felt so awesome.

The show has shown these two for a really long time as people who never talk about how they feel about each other. This time, they opened up in such a friendly, cute way. :)

The show opened up to the murder of a guy who swam really well. People who watched it must have felt it easy to understand, unlike sometimes. Very few times when the show is more focussed on the case than these two.

This time I felt it just right. Unlike times when Castle and Beckett face competition with ex-wives and boyfriends, this was just a guy who considered Castle as his mentor. Castle says he wanted to meet up with him and learn more about his writing process.

Martha: And by process you mean your procrastination until the very last second - 
Alexis: - and then, writing out of a desperate panic and a caffeine-induced haze?
Martha: That one?
Castle: :|

So Alex Conrad does show up in the precinct, and he gives one thought to the case, and Beckett really likes it, and I think it's not fair that Castle's the one who has to get jealous that many times. 

But Conrad was a rookie, and he just wanted to get to the level Castle was at, so hey, they're just friends, Castle. *shrug*

But I get jealous of people who take up time with the other five, so I could kinda relate to it. And to top it all, there's this HUGE basket of muffins on Beckett's table (yum).

Javier giving them a look.

He likes white ones! \o/ Me too! Next to chocolate chip, of course.


Beckett: Mm hmm! Alex Conrad sent them to me. (happy)

Castle drops the muffin into the basket. The smile drops off Beckett's face, 'cause really, I don't think she meant it that way at all anymore. But *evileyes* I can't forgive her for Josh. :| :|

That face is too - oh well. Forgiven.

Then, at the end, 

Castle: And Zac thought he could trust his mentor. Turns out to be his killer.

Beckett leans on her desk. "Speaking of mentor, let's talk about doing a crossover with White Collar sometime."
Castle's eyes perk up. "That would be awesome! "

*sniff* That never happened. *sniffsniff*

"Speaking of mentor, I heard you guys were a little hard on Conrad last night." 
How does she know that? Did he tell her? *Imagines*

"Hard on him?"

Oh, please. He was. (trust me) And it wasn't even like him.

"No, it was just a little... friendly hazing?"

"To hear him describe it, it sounds like someone was trying to teach him a lesson."
"What? Why would I want to do that?"
"Because you didn't want him to spend time with me?"
"That is completely -"
For me, all this was completely unexpected. Kinda out of character, but maybe Beckett just wanted to take a step forward. Really, they can't be running away from what they think any longer.


"Alright. Fine. I'm jealous. There. I've said it. I - I want you all to myself, and to have you spending time with another writer, that upsets me! And if - if that makes me pay... so be it, guilty as charged."

By the time that dialog was over, I was grinning from ear to ear. Most innocent, lovely line ever, and definitely a baby step forward.

And that's when I think, so what if it was ooc? People aren't always who they really are.

Beckett: Actually, I kinda think it's.. sweet.

Why does Castle look surprised?
Castle: You do?
Beckett: (nodding) I do. 

Aww... that's a lot of admiration.

"...and that's why you don't have to worry about me hanging around with Conrad anymore. From now on, I'm a one-writer girl."

Flashbacks run through my head. "Oh no." "Oh yes." "Sir, he's like a nine year old with a sugar rush, totally incapable of taking anything seriously."

Back to the present.

music in my head: "When you call my name, it's like a little prayer." The glee version.

"I do feel kind of bad, though. He is  my mentee."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it too much."

Aw! Kutti! Nice idea, Conrad!

And it's not the first time a guest star that's already acted in WC acted in Castle. Recognize these?

I don't know the guy's name, but he acted fine. 

.............................................................................................Nice epi, over all.  \o/ \o/

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

LOLA: Need to watch more.

At least I do. For Inima Visuna, so that I’d be able to understand the legal system of US more. I was surprised that it was possible to omit clear, straight-forward evidence. Yes, I’m that bad, if you already knew. :)  So I’ll be watching more legal, lawyer-y TV shows in May and June. I anyway won’t have any WC to watch.
Tim was awesome! Or at least I love him too much to notice anything but the awesomeness. =)

A snapshot to look at. He looked nice in casual green. Why doesn’t he wear anything to the bureau other than plain shirts?
Personally, the way he cried stung me badly. And the last words were words to almost live by. Classic dialog.

Dr.Octopus, on the other hand, did a five-star job of interrogating the bad guy. I watched that scene three times, and it was perfect – the suave way his voice penetrated into the guy's mind, making him talk as much as he did, the way he didn't slam his hands on the table, the way his voice slowly raised - lots more. Perfect.

And the way it was shot - sure, WC isn't serious enough to be shot like that, I know. But the lighting was pretty, and the office was nice. We don't get many (many) night-time scenes in the bureau.
It was nice to watch. 
I watched the most recent Castle episode five days late. Mouth watering, since they say the word 'pizza' about a million times. *lickslips*

Fresh basil and sausage pizza. *droolsbadlyIwantsometoo*

Spotted an article, where Tim Dekay gives us a few pointers on what to expect in the third season of WC. Two things I noticed: IS PETER BURKE GONNA DANCE? OMG. I can't even.

I’m elmo. \o/ 

It's a good week. :) 

Oh. And he guesses there are fans of WC in India, too? Oh come on. Fans? Pff. I don't see anyone. *looksaround*

He also said he's heard the reason some people think Neal smiled at the very end was because Kate was behind the camera. That's a good one, and I feel incredibly stupid that I hadn't thought of it before. I can almost hear Anupama saying, "That's because you are!" *shrugs*

The whole article is here. :) I'm off to jump up and down some more. 

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Castle and White Collar together. My mind explodes.

And I want a crossover, as insane as it sounds. It's possible - the NYPD has needed the FBI's help before... and Peter and Neal are pretty famous. I'm just saying.

Hee! Double fandom! =P
I’m bad at fusing two fandoms. So I didn’t post this earlier. Fused six of my favorite songs. And as usual, made a video with them.
Warning: I’m so sorry. I used outtakes ( just a few. Of WC) and that might lose people. Sowie. :(

Note: Last song's courtesy of a friend. :) :)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Scene from Hard Sell. :| Gnuh.

Wow. That was one hell of a scene. Matt's acting couldn't have been better, and if I hadn't known the ending already and whatthehell the ring actually was, I would have screamed at Tim to stop it and hug Neal.

To make things short, for people who have no idea about what's going on, I'll tell you in two lines.

The man who has Kate, the girl Neal escaped prison for but failed to get to, and the girl he was searching for the entire first season, is known as "The man with the ring".

Well... Peter seems to have the same ring, too. 

And an extra third line would be that Neal found out.


Right afterwards, Peter and Neal and a couple of others are shown in the Conference Room, discussing the case they're working on.

"Find anything?"

"Oh, hey. Avery's credible on paper. He runs a separate, legit brokerage with this man, Daniel Reed." Peter shows Neal a photo of him.

"I saw them arguing," Neal says, and flips the picture onto the desk. 

For that one word, I'd give this episode a hug.

Peter: Yeah, but they don't trust each other.

Neal: Sounds par for the course.

Peter: (Doesn't really get what he means and says a lot of stuff about the case both Neal and I aren't interested in, but there's this one thing I really want to congratulate Matt about. Not everyone can give ...

... an expression like that. It looks neutral, but it's not. You know it's not, but it somehow is, and it made my throat feel prickly when I first saw it (wow, that was a long time ago). Neal's been shown to want Kate back so much, and he's also been shown to like and trust Peter so much, but in the end the two of them clash? Which side is he going to go for? Is it really obvious it's Kate's side? I didn't think so, considering the way he talked to her on the phone in The Portrait).

Got carried away there. So for my favorite scene in the sea - ep - uh. I'll get back to you on that.

Neal: So let me wrap my head around this for a second, let's just say I'm Reed, you're Avery. 

"You're trying to screw me." 
He shrugs. "Why?"

Peter gives it less than a moment of thought. "Money."
"It's that simple."
No, Neal -
"Isn't it always?"
I sit with my hand on my head.

"So you manipulate your friends, and the people around you?"

"Yeah. All to get rid of you."

        "I never saw it coming."

............................................................... Geez. This scene needs a lot of gold stars. 

...gif from klavang :) :). Thanks! 

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I think too much.

*takes off glasses dramatically*
There's so much to do, and so little time to do it.
Somebody must have said it before. I'm so boring.

But it's true! I want to do so many things! I want to study for the huge exam I have coming up! I want to make a thousand WC and Castle videos with all the songs I know! I want to write an article on Tim Dekay (even though so many people already have) and I want to sleep. Zzz...

School got over a couple of days ago. I managed not to cry that much (that much) until I went down, knowing I'd have to run away before I saw one particular person leave, but no, she had to call me before I could make it out. It would have been Anupama, but I managed to believe that we could call each other and gush about Matt Bomer's hat or that Tim Dekay's smile is awesome, but Pavithra.

A bad quality picture of four of the five I always ramble about.
The background is the hostel we stayed in (sob! Doesn't look good in this pic! It's not that bad, actually.)The middle, standing one is Pavithra.

I joined my school four years ago. My parents wanted me to join this four year integrated program  for boards and IITJEE together. The first two years went well. But after that, I found out I just couldn't balance the two together as much as I tried, and well, both of them went (whoosh) down.  

The first person I met was her. Or, rephrasing that, the longest time I knew a person and was so, so close with them was her. Four whole years. The four years I took to grow up were almost completely next to her. Doesn't everyone have a person like that? A person you can bang on the head and expect to be banged back, but it'll happen when you're not expecting it, in front of people you'd be embarrassed by? Hee. Tenth grade.

We used to compare our similarities. No offence to anyone, but we're the exact same caste, we came from the same city, we both got the same salt for practicals, we have younger ones who're admirable (Ugh. I'll tell you that story later), we both wore red saris to our farewell - we even expected to be in the same batch during shuffling in 11th. That didn't happen, and I blame getting in one higher batch than her to OMR screening errors. Bleah. She always got higher than me. 

This one time, we decided to check out who got higher marks in French. She's like this 99 scorer in that area, and I'm like this Blah, in French. 

Oh God. We got the exact same marks in that test. Poor her. It's fate, I'm telling you.

We didn't really share the same interests. She would say her favorite book was COP (Snicker. That's Concepts Of Physics. Geez.). If I said that, people would be like WHAT?  

There was this time in twelfth grade that we decided to attend this extra KVPY class, just as an excuse so the four of us(KP and Akila, also close to me, also studied four year integrated with me) could be together, probably one last time[?]. We went to this teacher we'd heard of, and he said he's teaching at 5, would we be interested? 

Fifteen minutes into the class, we realized the class was for eleventh graders. Shucks, man.  

The teaching was awesome. ;) He said sine waves were sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and he kept getting jumpy, and happy, and I couldn't stop laughing in the second-to-last bench whenever he did that, squeezed in the corner with kids in front of me (actually my age, probably, but my juniors) blocking me from his sight, and Pavithra kept pinching my arm because she wasn't being blocked, and me laughing and he jumping was really too much for her.

KP, this shy girl who never gets up in class, got up in class after being ushered by me and Pavi and Aki and a couple of BH guys who were in our class in ninth and tenth who got caught in this class also thinking it was for our standard. All the six of us couldn't stop laughing, since he never really answered her and she gives perfect reactions to when that happens to her. 

Class got over at 8:30 PM. It was an awesome three hours.

The first day I met Pavithra was on April 29th, 2007. I had come to school wearing a ratty old orange outfit, and Pavithra had short, neat bob-cut hair. We got packages, and I remember we were like "Wow! Packages!" with big, glowing, interested eyes. If you were a student in my school, you'd know what I feel like now. 

We sat together on the bed, and covered the answers to the solved problems one by one with our fingers and tried to figure them out (ROFL now). 

KP and Akila were like the second batch who got merged with our class one month later, so we were the two who knew each other the longest, who were in the hostel the longest. 

No. Actually, she was. I left the hostel a year ago and came to school as a day-scholar. Lot's of sobbing for a year after.

So I watched her pack her stuff to go home the ten days we have for IITJEE to get over. There were a couple of other people around, but I kept thinking, "Oh my gosh, this is it, this is the day I always visualized in my mind as the day we're going to leave each other. This is it."

I buried my face into the bed and pretended to sleep, but hell, she's known me for four years, so she knew I was crying without even looking at me.

She told me to leave. Go home. But at that moment, I didn't want to. I knew I'd go home and feel bad I left so early. 

I left that room and slowly walked over to Akila, who was alone in our hostel canteen, crying to herself like she did four years ago when she came (Vibrating, the three of us used to joke). I sat next to her, and cried horribly at every word she said.

Then I knew I had to get the hell out of there, unless I wanted to die from water-loss.

So I hugged everyone, carefully avoiding falling in her gaze, didn't hug Anupama, it would be too much for me, and left.

Four years...

"Sottai!" Drat. 

I knew it was obvious I heard her, so I turned around. Pavithra was logging her bags and climbing into the auto I didn't even know had come.

"Enna, jute ayidalaam nu paathiyaa?"

She's the one who told me to leave. Now she's asking me, what, you thought you could leave without telling me?

I turned away, and smiled, what I always do when I cry, hoping it would cover up the fact that I'm actually freaking going to miss her.

The silence was telling. She touched my shoulder, said something I never figured out, since I was too busy trying to turn away since the fake smile was useless.

Then she climbed into the auto with her father and left. She left. Drove out of my life forever. Just one look back at me and she left.

I walked away, ignoring the people who were calling me from behind, since I'm not a coward in my mind, I don't cry, in my mind. I never like to. I just pat people on the shoulder and console them, I never cry, nuh-uh. 

But everyone knew I was crying.

I caught an auto on the street. I leaned back and sobbed, my face pulling in, tears staining the uniform I was never, ever going to wear again. 

I took a tissue out of my bag and wiped up my face. The auto stopped at a traffic signal, I sniffed, putting the tissue back in my bag, and then, "Minitha!"

You've got to be kidding me.

I turned to my side, and Pavithra's in the auto next to me, this tiny smile on her face. 

I don't smile. I give this "Oh please," expression, and turn away, and then I turn back, realizing she really is there, and she's still leaning out and smiling sadly. I shake my head at her, and the traffic signal turns green. I don't say bye, since I don't have the strength to, and I don't want to. I look at my lap, the auto moves forward fast, and I cry all over again like some psycho. I don't look up the next time the auto stops.

My mom gasped when she opened the door. I looked like hell. Ask my mirror if you want.

I lied on my bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering what a good story it would be if Pavithra called.

My phone rang. 'Pavihos', it read on the display. Then it ended.

I knew I was dreaming. But the caller ID kept flashing at me as "one missed call". I took it in my hand.

Do you want me to call? I texted.

"Sot." I sniffed once she picked up.
She was at the railway station, alone. She told me not to be an idiot, this isn't the end, this is the B.E.G.I.N.N.I.N.G, it seems, and a small "yeah, right," comes out of my mouth. I listen to what she's saying as I opened my laptop, and she said she was doing the same thing, looking at her father's laptop. 

We talked for a short time. She said she'd ping me on FB if she noticed me, but I didn't show up. 

The end of tenth grade. We look horrible in this picture. That's the problem of being hostelers. You're not allowed to carry cameras, and when you are, it's the last day, when everyone's crying and sad. So yeah, we look two years older, not younger, than we actually are.

Sad endings aren't my thing. But I never really did have any closure with her. So, yeah. I think too much.

By the way, if you know Tamil, the reason everyone calls me "Sottai" is solely because there was a time I called everyone that. Solely.

  I have the best friends on Earth. :)