Casual Consumption No. 2

I posted my first casual consumption entry back in June. A lot has been consumed in the days between June and now so I wouldn’t bother to list everything in one go. That’s ridiculous. And I’m very lazy.

I’ve also been really busy dealing with my mental health in the past months. It’s not something I am vocal about because ~*stigma*~ but I need to vent one way or another. I could draft a post about it, we’ll see.


There has been a crapton of films I’ve seen in July-August. One of them is Guardians of the Galaxy, which I dearly loved. There’s no reason behind seeing this gem apart from the beautiful homo sapien Chris Pratt.


I don’t think I need to say more about Guardians. You have probably seen it too. It’s wonderful and very entertaining; it gave me that fuzzy feeling after, the kind that makes you want to see that again because.


And the highlight of this post: I finally saw What If, which was a fun thing to watch, especially if you are fond of seeing rom-com films and you like Daniel Radcliffe. Honestly, though, watching Ruby Sparks and Harry Potter try not to fall in love with each other was fun to watch so it didn’t matter that it was a romantic comedy and I, at one point, cringed so hard because I am dead inside.

There has been a lot of controversy on the subject of a man and a woman being just friends and it’s fine to be curious about it. But when it’s been asked for so many times, over and over, it’s just exhausting. I say let The Fates decide and let’s not speak of it again.

Overall, it was an easy on the eyes feel good movie and I’m absolutely in love with the so-called bromance between Dan Radcliffe and Adam Driver’s characters that I paid more attention to that over Zoe Kazan and Dan’s.

I was also nagged by my friend to see Lucy. Despite its bad reputation online, I opted to go because I wanted to see how bad it was. It started so great. I remember sitting through the first thirty minutes of it and thought it was a decent enough movie to splurge on until it became a pseudo philosophical slash Darwinian conspiracy theory. It was really bad and that is all I want to say about it.


This season, I’ve lost interest in several favorites like Suits. I don’t even care about it anymore so I stopped watching. I might regret that in the future for now I’m out.

you're the worst fx

FX has a new show called You’re The Worst which is becoming one of my favorites. It’s filling the Broad City-shaped hole in my heart and so far it’s wonderful. I’ve seen filler episodes and although they weren’t as funny as, say, the pilot, I’m pretty hooked still. Sometimes as I am watching, I feel like it’s reverse psychology BS (re: relationships) but it’s hella funny so as long as I am not overthinking it, I think I’m good.

7 deadly sins showtime

Showtime also has this new exploitative documentary show called 7 Deadly Sins. I was curious about its first episode, Gluttony, so I gave it at go. Directed by Morgan Spurlock (Supersize Me), 7 Deadly Sins is an eerie and real life scary show giving the audience a little peek of the modern day interpretation of the seven deadly sins.

So far they’ve tackled gluttony which included a burger joint serving quadruple bypass burgers (!!!) and tall glasses of lard milkshakes; envy in which a man pretends to be in a wheelchair and women who buy real life-looking baby dolls; and lust where modern day beastiality was covered. It’s obscene and sometimes very personal but it’s also very entertaining.

doctor who peter capaldi

Doctor Who‘s new series starring the 12th Doctor (Peter Capaldi) just started last week. I’m still waiting for a few more episodes to sort out how I feel about it. For a brief moment, Eleven (Matt Smith) was in the episode and I WAS CRYING. I guess it just needs a bit of getting used to. Like when Nine was replaced by Tennant, and so on.


I was able to finish several books in the time I was out. I was briefly on a Melina Marchetta Madness (July) and was able to insert to the bunch Rainbow Rowell’s most recent novel, Landline. I hope I’ll get to review these before I complete forget how they made me feel haha. For the complete list of books I read during my unofficial hiatus, go here.

I’ve also been re-reading a lot of my old books such as On the Jellicoe Road and Saving Francesca (for MMM), The Art of Fielding (because I feel very Affenlight right now), and The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. – I re-read this so I could write a fair review, not to find a specific someone in the book, but my stand on this book remains. Meaning I can’t connect with their world no matter how much I try to.

isla and the happily ever after

I guess the most remarkable read for me right now is Stephanie Perkins’ Isla and the Happily Ever After (Anna and the French Kiss #3). Reading Isla brought me back to the nights when I would read a paragraph and stop to breathe, flail, and swoon. There were moments in the book that slightly put me off but that’s okay. That only means my teen brain is ageing?

Speaking of, did I tell you I met Stephanie Perkins during a book signing event? She is a peach!



I’ve mentioned this a while back and now I think I’ve received the go signal to share this with you! I am part of bookbed – a community dreaming to make the Philippines a reading nation. KB Meniado, our Head Cheer Reader, started bookbed in 2010 as a small online bookstore and now on its 4th year, the bookbed community is more passionate as ever to go bigger.

Anyone who wants to share their love for reading is welcome to join and contribute. You can email me or join here.

Thanks For The Tears, Doctor Who

I was not prepared for these feels. I always forget how Doctor Who gives you three or four fun adventures in a row and then BAM! RIPS YOUR HEART OUT AND STOMPS ON IT.

The Rings of Akhaten is oddly low on action and heavy on the boots. What REALLY tore me apart was Eleven’s climactic speech.


I have lost things you’ll never understand.

There he was, standing in front of a massive (literal) ball of fury, telling the old god of his memories, of the things he had seen, of his history as a Time Lord. I mean, the Doctor crying is the worst thing ever.

“because I have lived a life and I have seen a few things. I walked away from the last great time war, I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment until nothing remained. No time, no space, just me! I walked in universes where the law of physics were devised by the mind of a mad man. But I’ve watched universes freeze and creations burn, I have seen things you wouldn’t believe, I have lost things you’ll never understand. And I know things, secrets that must never be told, knowledge that must never be spoken. Knowledge that will make parasite gods blaze. So come on then, take it, take it all baby. Have it, you have it all.”

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Props to Matt Smith for pulling that off. Every emotional scene from his era, in my honest opinion, has been well done. The guy rocked the shit out of every episode involving a catastrophe of feelings. I think most Whovians prefer Nine or Ten but I have high hopes for Eleven and he has not let me down.

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Clara is also growing on me like the precious thing she is. She’s spirited, intelligent, headstrong, and most importantly, she’s a mystery. Also (!) that bit she said to the fandom: I am not gonna compete with a ghost. It is like telling us all she’s not Amy Pond or Rose Tyler or Donna. She’s Clara Oswald, the girl with the most important leaf in human history.

Despite the intense drama we clearly don’t need (not this time, Moffat) The Rings of Akhaten is definitely one of my favorite episodes. What did you guys think about it?


(In which I talk about more feelings.)

Early morning of yesterday was filled with excitement for a new Doctor Who episode (dork points +100). For a moment there I forgot about how equally mighty happy and sad The Perks of Being a Wallflower made me.

That was until I watched the episode. And by the end of  Angels Take Manhattan, I looked like this:

To be honest, I thought I was okay about the Doctor having a new companion and bidding bye bye to the Ponds like previous companions did but it gets me every time. Even before season 7 started, it was officially announced that Rory and Amy will have their proper goodbye and that Moffat is introducing a new character (who is a Dalek, by far. We’ll know more about this person in the Christmas special.) The Power of Three seemed – to me, at least – like a preemptive sign of the Ponds leaving. I actually thought it was their end… that they finally grew tired of the space-y stuff, they want a normal life.

But it didn’t end like that and the whole thing just broke me into a million confetti-like pieces because this goodbye hit Whovians right in the Doctor Who feels. It was the mindfuck of all mindfucks. I keep forgetting how troll-ish Steven Moffat can be. And I keep forgetting how I love The Ponds, yes, including Brian Pond.

To me it was like Harry Potter and dead Sirius Black all over again. A few years later, the second part of The Deathly Hallows film was out and it marked the end of an era (and my childhood *ugly crying*). How could you even possibly recover from all that? I have to agree with The Doctor when he said he hates endings because I. DETEST. ENDINGS. Nothing has to end, you guys.

Christ, the look on Matt Smith’s face when we got to the Amy’s goodbye part. My eyes leaking brought a lot of confusion; I didn’t know if I was depressed and crying for no apparent reason or I was just really attached to this fucking show.

So when I kind of recuperated, I decided to see Perks again, alone this time, because I’m a masochist. I am punishing myself for all the classes I skipped and my 26-day leave from work was dawning on me (still is, I feel like I need more time but that’s not an option so… I’m royally fucked), I needed another reason to well, cry.

I left my house looking like this:

Don’t be fooled by this dweeb!

and returned looking like this:

All these heartbreak caused by television shows/films are bad for my sanity. I heard Blaine and Kurt are breaking up this week on Glee so that should be interesting. Another emotional torture in store for me.

To wrap this up, I liked the end of the Ponds albeit they had to go. The episode had Moffat written all over it. So there, that was how I spent the last day of September. How did you spend yours? It’s October here in Manila meaning I have 15 days left to save my life. And less than 90 days before the new Doctor Who airs (also Christmas)! I don’t know how else I can say that I’m sad and I probably need help so here’s a photo of Rose losing it: