GIRLS Catch-Up: Season 1 Episodes 2 and 3

I’ve seen this episode several times to cover my catch-up days with both my sister and my boyfriend (who obligingly saw these with me).

So, GIRLS fans out there, I’m sure you’ve all seen the first two episodes of Season Three. And I’m sure a lot of you are just like me, re-watching the episode as much as you could. I realize that this season is quite different from the other two simply because everything still seemed normal between Marnie, Shoshanna, Jessa, and Hannah. But like any show and story, there will always and will be conflict.

“Vagina Panic”


Lena Dunham as Hannah Horvath

Jemima Kirke as Jessa Johannson

Allison Williams as Marnie Michaels

Zosia Mamet as Shoshanna Shapiro

Adam Driver as Adam Sackler

Christopher Abbott as Charlie Dattolo

Also starring

Mike Birbiglia as Brian (interviewer)

Sakina Jeffrey as the Gynecologist

There’s nothing more comforting as a woman than to watch other women talk about abortion, uncomfortable sex, and to listen to other women talk about the dangers of having unprotected sex just because you haven’t experienced it yet.


Upon learning that Jessa might be pregnant, Marnie schedules an appointment for the girls at a clinic for Jessa’s abortion, and for Hannah’s suspected genital problems. This episode takes me to that moment when you will realize that Marnie isn’t really for Charlie, and that Hannah isn’t for Adam (somewhat). If you’ve got your television on full volume, I suggest you turn that a bit down unless you want your neighbors (or your parents) to catch you watching someone having sex. A little porn-ish, except that this one doesn’t have that fake-perfect body we find in pornographic situations. In this episode we find Hannah and Marnie having sex with both of their partners but in almost similar situation: One feels like her heart is being possessed by a maniac, while the other feels like she is being consumed by someone who isn’t destined for her.

On the other hand we find Jessa, who is scared of what’s about to come her way. An unexpected encounter with a stranger will leave her with an unexpected answer to her “problem”. While Shoshanna, oh Shosh. She will be forever adorable with the weird unfiltered thought construction confesses to Marnie that she has never had sex with anyone.

The episode ends with Hannah having to expose herself for the first time to a gynecologist. That famous line where the Gynecologist says “Oh how I’d pay to be 24 again (while examining her vagina)” was funny.

All Adventurous Women Do


Lena Dunham as Hannah Horvath

Jemima Kirke as Jessa Johannson

Allison Williams as Marnie Michaels

Zosia Mamet as Shoshanna Shapiro

Adam Driver as Adam Sackler

Christopher Abbott as Charlie Dattolo

Also Starring

 James Le Gros as Jeff Lavoyt

Kathryn Hahn as Katherine Lavoyt

Andrew Rannells as Elijah

Jorma Taccone as Booth Jonathan


Hannah receives the results from her gynecologist and apparently she’s contracted HPV. She automatically blames Adam for giving her STD but he denies it, stating that he had himself tested for it last week. The truth is, there is NO test for HPV and men so that fact might have come out wrong from Adam just because he was pressured to say something to Hannah. Most sexually active people in the world will get this unknowingly since the symptoms can be unnoticeable. The complexity of Hannah’s character is that she is seemingly affected by the people surrounding her, she can either adapt to them and think that what they do is correct, or she can be against the idea of being what they think she is and will do anything to object it. In this episode she accepts the idea passed on to her by Shoshanna that her ex-boyfriend in college may have passed on the disease. And so Hannah confronts Elijah with hopes that they may patch things up. But a revelation will seemingly leave them off topic.

It also seems that Marnie gets even more and more disconnected from Charlie as the episodes go by. In this episode we are first introduced to Booth Jonathan. The absurd first name- last name thing doesn’t end there. Jorma Taccone who wrote MacGruber plays the character well that we might just want them to end up or just test the waters if his highbrow attitude would put Marnie into a certain perspective. She gets that instant attraction from Booth Jonathan simply because he is everything Charlie is not.

And as for Jessa, she gets a job as a babysitter for the Lavoyt family but that glance she gets from Jeff Lavoyt is a bit questioning. Given that Jessa’s free-spirited character will do anything for the experience of it.

‘Till next week for the next episode recaps. Here’s the ending of this episode where Hannah and Marnie dance to Robyn’s Dancing On My Own. Enjoy.


I do believe it when people say that sleep is overrated. I was having this talk with a girlfriend when I realized that I belong to this generation of people that spend most of their waking moments up and awake. The longest I’ve ever stayed up awake was 36 hours. My body was usually filled with caffeine the first time I tried staying up that much, which had caused me to skip coffee for two years since I’d get palpitations like crazy and the effect didn’t make me stay up but rather be more tired and sleepy.

Nowadays I’d be up that long and have alcohol in my system. The last time I was like this I was 19. I was smart enough not to join my classmates in high school whenever they’d have their round of drinks after school. The group of people I hung out with when I was 18 or 19 were really hard drinkers. My mom would probably kill me if she were alive to see me like this.

So, sleep is still overrated. I just find it difficult to catch up on it. Sometimes, I stay in bed and just stare at the ceiling, distracted as I wonder what time I should wake up or what to wear or what the hell did I just read. Or what time he’s taking his lunch. Or why the hell does it smell like cooked flesh outside. Or how many cobwebs have formed on my side of the room since I’ve been travelling back and forth from here to my real house. Since I spend a max of 9 hours in this bed (which is rarely once to twice a week), I can still smell the fabric softener I used on it two weeks ago. Darn. I rarely have dreams, too.

Sleep is very much overrated. But I miss it.

This Post isn’t Super Awesome

Caution: This post allows a few personal notions about myself that I’ve been trying best not to divulge ever since I’ve setup this website. If you may have read a few of my posts and have seen any info that’s surely gonna make you walk up to me and say “Hey, I’ve seen your cat.How is Scared? Is he dead?” or “Hey, aren’t you that folk that likes to write briefly about movies? Are you scared to post something risky?” or something like “Why the hell would you post a photo of yourself just so you could find yourself on google?” then I won’t say I’m sorryyou read that but I do apologize if I have wasted your time. Especially on a title as ridiculous as “I eWante You Zoo Bade”.. or something like that. Don’t expect too much awesomeness.

It’s been a looong long time  since I’ve had a bender. The longest I’ve had was three and a half days.The most recent one I had gone like this:

Day One: Tuesday, Ordinary Funky Day

I had a drink with my sister and our other sister just because we wanted to. We suddenly had the urge to watch The Killer’s Royal Albert Hall concert on DVD and just drink,drink, drink.

And so we did drink,drink,drink. Ate, ate,ate,ate. Danced,danced,danced,danced. And smoked, smoked, smoked. After that DVD, we switched to a more mellow pace by watching I Girasolli (Sunflower, Vittorio de Sica), a dramatic film starring Marcelino Mastroianni and Sophia Loren as husband and wife separated by the war and end up losing that certainty of the future due to an unexpected twist of fate. The film is known in local filipino cinema to be the basis for that Richard Gomez and Dawn Zulueta flick in the 90s. Loren’s epic faith in finding her husband who was lost in the war only to have completely lost him in the end (I know, I know.. confusing. You’ll get this if you watch this flick..)th


By this time mysister had gone to sleep since she still had work to do by the evening. We’ve finished a bottle of tequila and gin, (and a few cigarettes, sorry) and moved on to the next film. Pedro Almodovar’s Hable con Ella (Talk to Her), about two men and their women, both in a coma. I was moved when I first saw the film, what more with heightened senses, the first scene in which Benigno Martin and Marco Zuluaga both seating next to each other in a theater as they watch a dance recital in which two women are blind and aided by the music and a man that keeps them from hitting the scattered chairs onstage. Both strangers to each other, Benigno notices Marco cry and wonders how the recital has some sort of effect on the guy. A must watch for mothers and sisters who are hopelessly romantic and are in need of something poetically brilliant, from the master of female empowered films.escenas-hable-con-ella-2002

My sister woke up and we pretended to be drunk. This is when my body suddenly betrays me and does things I try NOT to do. Vision suddenly spins as fast as a television screen on V-Hold.

To cut the story short, I ended up having two burns: one on the left hand and one on my wrist. All incurred non-violently. Sister thought I was an ashtray and I suddenly lost my sense of pain and burnt my finger with newly cooked soup. Had the best sleep on Wednesday.

I went on to drink again on Sunday. And on Monday.

I do have updates on my current project though. I’m still on 100+ films. I sigh a lot when I see my list. I won’t disappoint myself this time though. I’ll finish the list this year. Period.

If you do have any comments or suggestions on what to give the winning challenger this year, let me know.

Tonight’s watchlist: Grotesque (Gorotesuku, 2009), and The Naked City (1948). I’m currently reading Anatomy of Film. And that flimsy book called Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana.

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Wish me luck.

Four Days To Go

…Before the predicted End of the World.


That day is also a special day for me and my most favorite guy in the world (well, okay, second best to you, Dad.). Since I am still stuck at home with nothing to do but gloat, eat, pray, and love, I’ve decided to entertain myself by taking pictures of my current bosses.




Scared the Cat


Scared the Cat has been busy lately chasing away our neighbor’s cat who has been claiming territory of whether who is cuter. We have accused him for peeing on the couch but since the couch is one of his favorite hangouts, we now have suspicions that our neighbor’s cat is responsible for this. Hence the territory claims.



Davey the Dog


Davey the Dog has successfully enchanted our other dog Tempe (photo below). She is now two months pregnant. We’re hoping for a cuter bunch but I guess we can definitely expect that from her. We still have no idea what breed of dog she is.

Tempe, literally the temperamental dog


Tempe is fourteen years old (two years in human years). He hasn’t had a decent bath since he was born. He has many phobias and this includes hugs or baths. When I once tried to give him a bath by hugging him, he peed all over and pooped directly into my pants. Oh dear help us.

Chi chi

Chi-chi looks just like a chihuahua, is two feet tall and is probably expecting a child soon too. She likes to smile at us and so it wasn’t that hard to get a shot of her this way.

MIlky / Whitey

Milky / Whitey suffers from skin rashes. Due to a month’s supply of sardines which I didn’t know had this effect on dogs like her. She is  Davey’s daughter and likes hugs and has no choice but to like baths. She once had a strange affliction of lying on remnants of burnt leaves. She’s still alive.




Spoil the Scared

Spoil the Scared

NO other cat that has lived in our house has beaten Scared in becoming the most photogenic yet unbelievably choosy cat ever.

He likes cat food, especially the tuna flavored ones in can, and for dry cat food, he prefers the beef flavored ones.

If cat food is not available, we give him sardines with rice, which he never tries to eat if 90% of the meal is rice. Unlike the dogs he never indulges in treasure hunts.

If the only available meal in can is corned beef, he will never attempt to eat it.

But this cat is quite talented when it comes to answering back. A quick “meoooowww” at him and he’ll respond with a faint whisper of meow.

You Intolerable Insomniac

I am sleepy. Definitely. It’s just that I’ve got so much to think about and so much to do. Have you ever got that feeling?

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I actually published this earlier with a different paragraph right after this photo. For some reasons I lost it. Anyway, for a person with a lot of free time I am quite busy. I have thought of keeping a schedule but then someone had just told me that I was becoming a killjoy. And so at the moment I’m just trying to think of better ways to do what I want to do next. Hopefully I’ll figure this out.

I am so sorry, I know you might be thinking of storming out and jumping back to your facebook page. I swear I’ll get back to you with some film experiences about some films you may or may not have seen in the past few weeks. I’ll be coming back with a new 500 Movie Challenge with flexible offers and rules. I’ll be sharing something about films such as The Vow, Morning Glory, Ang Nawawala (What Isn’t There), and Cosmopolis.

Gotta get a clearer mind. Good night.

The Pleasures of Being Single

I had a friend who posted that they will be going over at the Shangri-la Mall in Shaw Boulevard and watch films for the CineEuropa festival from 1pm to 7pm onwards. He was single so I was glad for him that he was able to go on a watch galore. Until I remembered I had a blog that was a bit popular among my multiply friends, probably because they knew who I was and that this blog post seemed like a breakthrough for me.

I got this from my own Multiply account so don’t even say I plagiarized this. Forgive me for any mistakes I may have committed in this post but yeah, sure, read along.

Jul 16, ’07  6:20 AM for everyone

Seriously, when someone asks you about being single, and then gives you those huge sighed faces you just can’t help but ask yourself why you give yourself such disposition and let yourself be left out of the “it” crowd in the world where everyone expects you to be with someone. And I mean someone in the manner that you can sometimes not help but yelp about it and really, really wonder and ponder why, why, why are you the odd girl out?

But actually, there is no such thing as a pressure of having a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Hence it’s a matter of choice and the right timing. And instead, enjoying the SINGLE  life is one thing that makes a person’s youth a whole lot better. I mean, you can do a lot of things in your own way, and spend a lot of time with a lot of people without the pressure of crashing an appointment or a date with someone. And most especially, you can spend time with knowing yourself by building up your inner self, by ways that only God can do,

I am writing this because I am in Being single the same disposition as you or the many others who are striving to Is not improve themselves by having that significant other. And then in the end a curse.turns out in a wrong way that they often blame themselves for lacking this, It’s a gift. lacking that in the relationship that they have or they had. And for them to realize that being single is one thing that they should be proud of. It doesn’t matter whether you’re in your mid-thirties or in your mid twenties, don’t ask yourself why that guy hasn’t come up to you yet or why haven’t you gotten a hubby on Valentines day, please do keep in mind that true love isn’t a thing that rely’s on people’s opinions or peer pressure. It’s something that’s ought to happen, and about to happen. In one way that you can’t predict.

Anyway, why the heck are we talking about love? Let’s enjoy being single! Okie?

Well, I am not single now. I was 17 at the moment and I was enjoying the single life. And grammatical errors.  It gets boring sometimes but sometimes it feels rewarding. Like you can always have the entire day to do things yourself.

But it feels different now, especially since I do have someone special now. We both reward ourselves of going back to our own Single selves (anyway, we’re not married. So technically we’re still single… but not ready to mingle. Sorry guys ;) ). That’s the pleasure of lovin’.


If the clock strikes 1:30, I’m getting out of my seat and into my chair outside, face the blazing sun, and do my laundry.
While doing so, I shall make sure that my dogs eat. I will feed them with rice and last night’s supper. I look up at the sky and realize that I’ve only seen a sky like this at the airport. Or during that trip we had to Puerto Galera. It reminded me of a childhood I will always look back at and that things moved at a slow pace. The only problem I had back then was how to do my math homework and that English paper we had to print out on a computerized version. My mother had just bought a typewriter she never knew would be sold by our brother a few years later.


I don’t miss work. That’s one thing I’m proud of saying. I miss the people at work of course. Some that I would say have made an impact on my early adult life by being friends with me, some have made an impact on how people can really manipulate other people, and some who may or may not have had a regard of me as a person who has made an impact on their lives. I can’t explain how that has happened but I just know that I will miss them big time.

Anway, going back to my laundry duties.


Here’s a blogpost that has been waiting for me to press the ‘publish’ button for over two years. I got bored, too, so I browsed through my drafts and tadaaa… here it is.


I got bored so I browsed through my drafts.

My drafts are a mix of confusing grammar, unerring thoughts, stammered opinions, and just things that I was thankful I hadn’t automatically hit the Publish button.

If you happened to have stumbled upon this blog before, then you surely you must’ve noticed that I mainly blog about films. But before I was even open to writing about my film experiences (either as a whole or as a piece of crap that I still wished I never said..), I was among those silly little girls who sat around the corner thinking of how to end the world of the bitches.

Not entirely. But something like that.

But I am a little silly girl. I was. I’m not sure if I still am. But stumbling upon this post that I had a year ago. Last edited was on August 6, 2010.  I was writing twenty things I would do for the next twelve months. Like a resolution.

I just turned twenty last week. Yay!

A total of 104 friends greeted me through Facebook while ten people stayed up in the wee hours of the morning to greet me on or before midnight (which I of course was able to read in the morning..). Thanks a lot guys!

Now that I’m no longer a teen, here are a couple of things I’d like to achieve while I’m still in my “twenties”:

Meet Robert Pattinson in the flesh, and write the movie he’s staring in.

So what if you’re not into him like I do, at least I’m not trying to meet him and drool all over his face. Plus, I want him to portray something he’s never portrayed before: Jose Rizal, our national hero. Just kidding! Well, I have thought about what character/job I can give him but that’s something I can’t tell you yet.

Eat 50 eggs in one sitting.

Like the one Paul Newman did in Cool Hand Luke. Okay. Just two. One on breakfast, one on the evening.

Learn two more languages.

Sugoi!.. And continue with the french lessons. :)

Run in a full marathon.

Boost up on the endurance! :)

Submit your draft to Dorrance Publishing.

Right. It’ll be done in two more months.. two more months, I promise!

Visit a relative you never knew you had.

Thanks, Facebook for making it possible to know that I have cousins who look a lot like my father, and for cousins who live just in North Avenue.

Save up for your future “child”.

Although at the moment this will not be possible, it’s best to save up something for the future just in case. Like, maybe, a lost baby ends up in your doorstep.

Keep it up with them Bangs.

I’ve had these on and off since I was four. Either as an accessory to a homemade apple-cut courtesy of my mom, or as an accident I’ve made one evening while I was hating on my forehead, I think it’s better to just stay there. On your forehead. It kind of adds the mystery.

Martha Grimes is my new Hero.

Her Richard Jury series has kept me up in the afternoon, rolling in the bed at every Old English suspense she writes. I haven’t read this way since Jasper Fforde’s Thursday Next series.

I Thought I Saw Your Face Today..

..But I just turned my head away. Sings She and Him’s Zooey Deschanel. The past is at its rightful place. Time to focus on what matters more importantly.


Don’t limit yourself to Cable TV. There’s a lot of films out there (namely the ones in the hanging cabinet in your room filled with films, the ones in the living room, and the ones waiting to be mentioned by your Cinephile friends..)

I’ll get back to you in a few days to check if I have done something in these posts. :)