✿Violets Murmur ✿✿♫

I just recently had the chance to catch up with the latest season/series of Doctor Who... and I almost felt like screaming when I saw that Neil Gaiman directed the 4th episode. I was super excited when I saw his name during the opening credits. And when I finished watching it, I felt giddily infatuated with it all. I never thought I could feel giddy over the Doctor- TARDIS ship. Yes, I'm aware the pairing is a tad weird... but it was so tastefully done and Matt was so cute when he was bidding the Lady TARDIS farewell... I actually cried. Haha. Lady TARDIS Now Neil, why did you go and make the delightfully crazy Doctor cry? But seriously, you are as brilliant and ingenious with this episode as you are with your books. And I think I might be more in love with... your work than ever before, you brilliant and lovely wordsmith. Hehehe. "I just wanted to say, 'Hello! Hello, Doctor!'" Waahhhh! You almost made me bawl like a baby in the early dawn when no one

for a great cause, that is. :P I just spent a beautiful, albeit disgustingly early, Saturday morning with Peachy, Kiko, Joan, and (it seemed) a huge chunk of the local population in Singapore walking barefoot for charity. Yup, you read that right. I have my own goody-two-shoes tendencies, apparently. We trod pavement, cement, newly-paved (and painfully prickly) road, icky wet grass, rubber mats, and wet wooden bridges. Halfway through the 2km walk, my soles got sore and a bit swollen. But save the exclamations of pity. It was all very bearable... or so I kept telling myself. The path I hated the most was the wet grass. Images of all sorts of creepy crawlies hiding under the leaf blades kept flashing through my head when we were passing through it. Haha. Me and my overactive imagination. I swear, if I could just eloquently put to paper all the nastily twisted and weird things that go on in my head most days, I'd be like the second coming of Stephen King or something. Unfortunatel