Doctor Who S5…so far, so meh

I think I’ve been delaying this post for awhile, giving me time to collect my thoughts and muddle through it, process it internally before spewing my guts onto my blog.

Especially since I feel guilty about it. But of course, me feeling guilty is nothing significant. It does not take much to feel guilty and aside from the usual human emotions, guilt is probably something I feel all the time.

What do I feel guilty about?

I feel guilty that I’m starting not enjoy this season of Doctor Who that much. Cut for spoilers and for um, people who do not care that much about Doctor Who.

The Eleventh Hour

“Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of the box, man eats fish custard…and you’re not scared. Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall.”

So much love for this first episode. I know I said I was going to blog about it but it’s been a busy day and I’m rather tired. It’s one of those episodes, the more I think about it, the more I love it.

In conclusion, my love for Doctor Who extends beyond just David Tennant (sorry David). It really is for the show.

Slight spoilers ahead.

Favourite scene in The Eleventh Hour? When the Doctor calls back the Atraxi and asks them if this planet is protected. Aaaaah! So awesome.

“Hello, I’m the Doctor. Basically….run.”

60 days – Happy, chubby and efficient bunny

So yesterday….well, yesterday. I am surprised I do not feel like I’ve been hit by a bus like I usually do considering yesterday…but well, let’s get on with what actually happened yesterday.

So yesterday started with a very grumpy Adlina counting calories. Although I said earlier and many times that I would not diet, as it turns out, it IS necessary for me to diet. Although I’m not so sure which is worse – the diet or my eating of my words, I think the latter affected me most. So yesterday was about the third day of my diet, and as diet goes – despite it being healthy and nutritious, it does not stop one from being hungry!

I had an epic day planned – it ranged from getting Eizwan’s car serviced, putting a deposit down with the photographer, picking our wedding rings and shopping for another piece of jewellery for my hantaran, getting Eizwan’s suit altered for the reception evening. Eizwan suggested we could try and exercise because I was feeling particularly low about my weight. All that in one weekend. The question is – is it possible?

Cut for those who might not want to read insane wedding ramblings.