VIDEO | VLOG #048 – 13 Reasons Why Not?

VIDEO | VLOG #048 – 13 Reasons Why Not?

I feel like at this point, Netflix knows me better than my closest friends, well, at least when it comes to what I like to watch. So when it recommended that I watch 13 Reasons Why because given our intimate history, that I *might* like it, resisting is futile. When it dropped the entire season, I and my addictive tendencies inevitable binged. I must watch it.

The first few episodes was a rough start for me, like a bitter pill that’s trying so hard to go down q very dry throat. I wanted to like it so much because netflix told me I was going to like it. A lot of people like it, so why am I not getting into this? There a dead girl in the beginning of the story. I’m into dead girls’ stories. A few more episodes in and at this point, I felt like trudging on, dragging my feet just because I’ve already invested about 5 hours of my life. I was done with half the season when I realize: I hate this. I hate every character. I hate all of them.

I hated Hannah Baker. I find her annoying and self-centered and vicious. Also, one of my hated traits when it comes to people is when they come off as a victim, or in more proper colloquial terms, pabiktima. Like everything is happening to them and there’s nothing they can do about it so they’ll just sulk and be vindictive, play the victim card and blame it on everybody but themselves. I hate that. I hate that with a passion.

I hate all her friends. Everybody is so petty. I did not like even one character in that series.

Except Kate Walsh. I love Kate Walsh. She will forever be Dr. Addison Montgomery Shepard. She will forever be from the land of Passive Aggressiva and she will always be my queen.

I hate Clay Jensen too. I feel like he likes to play the victim card too. And I don’t like how inefficient he is. Like if I were him, I’d skip to my tape, like it’ll all be done on the first episode.

‘Eh de potah, wala naman pala akong ginawa sayo, bat ako nasali dito?!?’ That is how it should’ve gone down.

And then I realized that maybe, I am just not its target market. It’s based on a young adult novel, and I am by no means a young adult. You know you’re a grown ass woman when teen angsty shows make you cringe.

But I am no quitter. I’m here 6 episodes in. I can finish this in half a day, then I can forget that the whole thing ever happened it.

I guess I finally got into it by episode 9, when we finally got I felt like I hit the meat of the story, and then at the episode when I finally understood where Hannah is coming from. I felt like I can finally forgive them all for wasting my time. I can actually forgive myself for yet again, finding a way to waste my precious time.

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COFFEE TALKS | Luke’s Diner

COFFEE TALKS | Luke’s Diner

All my preparations and we have come to this. The waking hours I spent getting to know the girls and the quirky folks from Stars Hollow again — all 7 seasons of it — have prepared me for the new season of Gilmore Girls on Netflix.

I waited on November 25 for it. I manage to watch Winter and Spring the night of. I had to sleep because sleep, above all else, is important to me. I had a busy saturday the following day and did my best to avoid social media at all cost, lest I want spoilers. Normally, I don’t mind spoilers, really. But I thought I just have 3 hours of Stars Hollow left and I should just see it through. I finished the rest of the episodes that night, and like most fans, I did not find closure.

There’s got to be a year in a life season 2, right?

I guess this makes me an easy target, because last week a sponsored post on facebook showed up on my feed. Netflix was hosting a Luke’s Diner pop-up in Toby’s Estate in Ortigas. I considered going but seeing that it’s on a friday and parking is hell in Ortigas on weekdays, maybe, I just had to pass. And then later in the day, Jr tagged me on a facebook post. It was the Luke’s Diner post.

It’s a sign.

Knowing that I was an absolute fan of the show, my loving husband offered to take me to Ortigas. “If we can’t find parking, I’ll just drive around Ortigas until you’re done.” That my dear friends, is true love.

The pop up is open from 10 am to 10 pm. We arrived on Ruby Road at around 11 am and there was a group of people gathering in front, most of whom are holding cups and taking pictures against the Luke’s Diner sign. I was welcomed by a staff by the door and asked if I wanted a flat white or a long black. I got the long black and she wrote it on a post it to be handed to the cashier inside.

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Toby’s Estate was filled with Gilmore girls posters and Netflix branding, as well as a couple of Luke standees with his infamous no cellphone signs. The staff were decked in Luke clothing — plaid shirts, denim and baseball caps with Luke’s embroidered on it. Minutes later and I have a free long black coffee in a Luke’s Diner cup, a free 3 month subscription to Netflix and an ‘In Omnia Paratus’ pin. Not bad.

We do this because we’re patola like that.

Luke's Diner


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Life Lately | Netflix, Where You Lead I Will Follow

Life Lately | Netflix, Where You Lead I Will Follow

I have often asked why bloggers or youtubers apologize to their viewers on their lack of post whenever they come back from an accidental posting hibernation. I mean, it’s your blog, your channel, and unless your contractually obligated to your viewers to post on the regular, I don’t know why we have to give you our forgiveness when you miss a day, a month, heck even a year of posting. Most likely, I won’t even give it a second thought that you weren’t posting until you mentioned that you weren’t posting. Unless you’re Sarah G, and weird rumors are a swirling because you had to miss a lot of episodes of ASAP and the Voice Kids, most people won’t notice. I’m not saying this to throw shade, but seriously, it’s not a big deal. It’s not that we don’t understand. It’s just not the end of the world. For whatever reasons you may have, we have no right to question it’s validity. Sure. Life happens. Sometimes, bigger shit has to be dealt with. Or maybe, sometimes, it’s just 7 seasons of Gilmore girls on Netflix.

Which is what happened to me the whole month of August.

It’s started in a lonely street corner in Portland, Oregon. My best friend and I were on a bus stop nearest Tasty and Sons where we had our final brunch in the COOLEST CITY IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA (yes, I love Portland that much). We were having one of those random conversations where you just hop from one topic to another to pass the time until the bus came — the kind of conversations that are most comfortable only with your bestfriends, and awkward in small chat with strangers scenarios — and we suddenly arrived on the final episode of Gilmore Girls. I told her it’s been a long time and I don’t quite remember how Gilmore Girls ended. So she reminded me, having bingewatched it on Netflix just recently.

“It’s Rory’s graduation from Yale. She didn’t have time to say goodbye to everybody coz she was joining the Barack Obama campaign. So Luke came up with a surprise party for her. But it was going to rain and they had no tent. So Luke, in the middle of the night before the party, gathered all the tents from Stars Hollow and sewed it together to create one big giant party tent. For Rory. And ultimately, for Lorelei.”

I cry over the same things everytime. No matter how many times I watch Inside out, I will always bawl my eyes out everytime the scene with Bingbong and the wagon comes on. I always cry on cue at this certain Chowking Christmas commercial. Even if I have forgotten the scene, if I’m reminded about it, the tear ducts are triggered. At a lonely street corner in Portland, Oregon, while waiting for the bus, I was crying.

My bestfriend, of course, took pictures. Only bestfriends can think of taking pictures of you crying in random, inappropriate places.

So then, I came home and a few months after, the Philippines was given the greatest gift from the procrastination gods: NETFLIX! The bff, upon hearing this news, told me, “You have to watch all of Gilmore Girls!” Gilmore girls didn’t roll out until a couple of months ago, and with the news of a Gilmore Girls special in the works, I put everything on my Continue Watching playlist on hold to binge watch 7 full seasons of the Gilmore Girls.

It was low season at work. I had a month of internet and laptop trouble, but the internet problem worked out eventually and I had an apple tv with netflix on it so everything sorted out in the end. Sure, I wasn’t able to put out something creative and worthwhile until I finished all 153 hour-long episodes, but I’m not going to apologize for it. You have no idea know how many times I’ve hoped that the Black Saturday marathon of Studio 23 will just be all episodes of the Gilmore Girls. 7th Heaven can have Good Friday, but I want to spend all of my Black Saturdays of my internet-less childhood with the Loreleis. I enjoyed the nostalgia of it all. Those 153 hours of Netflix and chilling — whatta great time to be alive!

Of course, as a grown up, I’ve discovered that my once beloved characters, those I held up on my Black Saturday pedestal (like I had a choice back then) are very much flawed. Everyone from Stars Hollow is nosy. Michel is rude. Luke is a misogynist. Rory, though intelligent, is sheltered and has an annoying sense of entitlement. Lorelei is really whiny for a strong independent woman. At times during the binge watching, I thought I could never get through one more episode of her “woe is me” antics, especially when it comes to her parents and love life. And although they are the assumed antagonists all series long, I find Richard, Emily and yes, Paris Geller, endearing. I deem everyone that have a Richard, Emily and Paris in their lives should call themselves lucky.

Sometimes, years of life experiences can really shift ones perspective on old, revisited favorites. Yey to maturity. Boo to a less fun me.

I cried more on the scene where Lorelei sang “I will always love you” — more Dolly Parton than Whitney Houston — to Luke a couple of episodes before the series finale than the tent scene. Honestly, I breathed a sigh of relief after the last episode.

It’s over. I can claim my life back. Everything is right in the world again.

Well, until this…
Gilmore Girls


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Netflix and Napariwara ang Buhay.

Netflix and Napariwara ang Buhay.

I have a game plan today. On the 7th day of 2016, I was supposed to finally implement the game plan. Running gear was all laid out the night before, the ipod is loaded with podcasts, and I’ve got my shoes out. I woke up at 5:30 am, just like I planned.

And then I opened facebook and saw multiple posts about Netflix finally launching in the Philippines. A hot minute later, I surrendered my credit card information to an unknown entity in the interwebs and signed up for a free month trial.

Oh, I can run tonight. Or tomorrow.

I came across Netflix the first time I was in the states. My friends are pretty much all about Netflix (and Hulu) there. More recently, Netflix isn’t a totally foreign idea to me. I’ve binged on more Netflix original series than my friends who have legit subscriptions in the States. The internet is generous if you know where to look. Once Netflix drops a series, it’s up somewhere a few hours later. I honestly thought I did not need Netflix.

But there was a free month trial, and I’m all about free month trials. When I was in the States, I figured out that Amazon has a service where they can deliver to you — for free (!) — in two days. Sometimes even 1 day, or in some amazing cases, in like 2 hours. I signed up for a free month trial for Amazon prime… twice. I abused that service. As my friends who recently visited our beloved Philippines observed, we, here, have practically everything, even more than what they have stateside. We are hashtag blessed. But if there was one thing I would miss in America, it’s Amazon Prime.

So I signed up for a Netflix trial, and 10 minutes later have been barraging my husband to get a subscription after the free trial. He will wake up with a whatsapp thread of his wife, going on and on about Netflix and mind of a chef and ramen and pork. Because as I opened my free trial, there was 3 seasons of mind of a chef on Netflix… that I can’t find anywhere on the internet.

You think you don’t need something, but then you realize you really need it. But you don’t, really. But it’s just fun, so you want it. Netflix is fun. Mind of a chef, 3 episodes in, is nakakakilig. And nakakagutom.

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