Sunday, 31 August 2008


I'm watching the last episode of the last season of Angel, like, right now. Sob! I don't want it to end! I was glad to see Connor return for the final episodes to wrap things up. Haha, Connor's script had him lusting after Illyria and a line that goes, "I have a thing for older women..." Funny. Another older woman. Well, sob sob sob, the end of the Angel Fest. Never fear! I'm starting on Buffy tomorrow. Glad I have all 7 Seasons in my collection to indulge.

Some favourite/wonderful acting moments in the final season:

  • Wesley and Fred in love
  • Fred's death
  • Wesley's death
  • Connor
  • Angel as a puppet
  • Angel and Spike fighting

Most favourite, I think was Willow meeting Fred. Gawd! They are so alikey! LOL.

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Thursday, 28 August 2008

Thoughts on Angel

I'm currently watching Angel on DVD and I'm into the last season now.

It's so strange that though Season 4 was mostly "turgid supernatural soap-opera" (to quote Gunn in Season 4), I miss some elements that made it a family-romance soap opera - basically the Cordelia-Connor and Wesley-Lilah pairings. These 2 couples have such a lovely-weird chemistry.

Wesley and Lilah are so good together, I actually like Lilah very much! I was so happy to see her return for an episode in Season 5.

Connor and Cordelia are so weird, so absolutely weird, mainly because Charisma Carpenter looks older than her age and Vincent Kartheiser is extremely young-boyish in appearance. So even though they are 9 years apart in real-life age (1979 versus 1970), they look like they have a 20-year age gap between them onscreen. But I find they have more chemistry than Angel and Cordelia.

Both these couples are taken off the story-line in Season 5, and though Spike is back (I love Spike), I find I'm missing Connor and Lilah so badly. I'm also going to miss watching Angel!

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Monday, 25 August 2008

The End

So, we wake
from the dream.
The end of an era.

Hope, it's such a
frightening thing
that keeps you alive
as the tiger slowly
gnaws at your limbs.

But, the heart
that is weary,
ripped out of its home,

knows full well,
it's time to stop beating
to the rhythm of a song
that's no longer playing.

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Friday, 8 August 2008


So, we'll know tomorrow.
What's there left to fear?
My spirit, anaesthetized by time,
has already let you go.

Anything's better than this limbo,
it's time to stop singing
Deception's sweet lullaby.

Peel away the putrid veil
and restore the bleeding inner eye.

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Sunday, 3 August 2008


How do you say "I'll miss you"
To a person you hardly know?
An emotion that seems
a figment of the imagination.

Seek solace in the fact that
moments together were few
and words spoken, trivial.

Only a brief scent of the perfume
that lingers from the wearer who casts
but a shadow that does not abide.

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Saturday, 2 August 2008

Swamp Thing

Mired in the swamp
of inexplicable misery,
Luxuriating, immobile
the slow swirl.
Not even trying to get out.

Waiting for something.
A crocodile?
Come on, drown!

But it's too shallow.
Can't put the head under the water,
Not made of that
sort of stern

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