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    Eleven is my Doctor.
      Hopefully a traveler.
        Major in history.
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Doctor Who FanVid - The Little Prince (a Dedication to the Eleventh Doctor) 

With English and Chinese Subtitles

For Chinese description: http://www.mtslash.com/forum.php?mod=viewthread&tid=92179

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Video sources: Doctor Who 2005
Audio sources: sToa-Zal - Puisque Tout Passe, Gregory and the Hawk - Boats and Birds, The Little Prince Audio Book



Goodbye, Matt Smith, and thank you for everything.

He claimed that people will forget about him and carry on to love the show. It was at this year’s SDCC.

We heard a “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” burst out of the audience.

I’ll show you my answer in a slightly different way, then.

"If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures…

"It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils. It is hard to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside, since I was six. I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success. One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors, too, in the little prince’s height: in one place he is too tall and in another too short. And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as best I can, now good, now bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling.

"In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also. But that is something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old."

— Chapter 4, The Little Prince


Once upon a time, there’s a little prince who stole a blue rose. He left his mother planet, set off his journey through galaxies.

He visited planets, met friends. He lost things, and changed faces many, many times.

He started to forget his destination. He can never stop. He still got his blue rose, and always, is looking for friends.

There are stars for everyone. All the stars in all skies are shinning for him.

"Little man, I want to hear you laugh again."

I don’t want to forget him.

This video is dedicated to Matt Smith, the Eleventh Doctor, who accompanied us for the past four years.

It is also for all my friends who shared the tears, laughter and sadness for the imminent departure of 11th.

I’m certainly not gonna dedicate it to Steven Moffat and the BBC, despite the fact that they brought us such a wonderful wonderful story. =A= 

(I demand a full episode of CONFIDENTIAL with an official music video in memorial the 11th era BTW. Please do it for us, or I will be very very sad, and consequently, very very angry.)

Finally, for the past of long ago, for the future that never happened, and for those days that should have been that never were.

And there are always stories to tell.

"…It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared. Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognize it in case you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back…."

Farewell, Mr. Smith. Please say goodbye to 11th for us.


sToa-Zal - Puisque Tout Passe

Puisque tout passe,
faisons la mélodie passagère;
celle qui nous désaltère
aura de nous,
aura raison.
Chantons qui nous
quitte avec amour et art;
soyons plus vite
que le rapide départ.
(Rainer Maria Rilke)

Gregory and the Hawk - Boats and Birds

if you’ll be my star i’ll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
when i turn jet black
and you show off your light
i live to let you shine

but you can sky rocket away from me
and never come back if you find another galaxy
far from here, with more room to fly
just leave me your stardust to remember you by


Please, I really want you guys to see this too.