Thursday, April 30, 2009

bulilit, bulilit



Tell me that I am not the only one who finds the kid in this commercial so adorably cute.


Awwww, this has got to be one of my favorite commercials to date. :)

It's a very appealing ad, methinks. Smart choice of concept. It's not forgettable and senseless, unlike some others. Catchy jingle, too. The first time I heard of it, I had the most terrible case of LSS; although I had to be careful when around friends because had they heard me singing that 'bulilit, bulilit song', I knew, with every microscopic cell in my body, that they wouldn't let me live long after that --By God, I would be a laughingstock! And I would possibly lose my respectability, in effect. haha.

"Bulilit, bulilit
sanay sa masikip
kung kumilos kumilos
ang liit-liit
buliit
kung kumilos
ang liit liit..."


My suggestion is if you're in a pissy mood, try seeing this commercial. It drives away the negative energies, ay. It works for me. So the next time I get into another battle royal with my brother, I could always go to youtube, watch this commercial over and over again, until I could finally dupe myself into thinking that, perhaps, by some sort of miracle, my brother would be as well-behaved as the 'bulilit' here. :D

My fingers are crossed.


Saturday, April 25, 2009

I don't mean to be crappy

I'm in this tragic phase wherein everything I write is crap. Not that I haven’t been writing crap before, but I think I write crap now more than I ever did in the past. And in my logic, that makes me a crappy person.

Really, there are a lot of not-crappy things happening to me lately. So, it makes me wonder how come I still can’t find something not-crappy to write about even if, as I’ve said, I have too many not-crappy happenings to choose from.

Oh crap, I wish I’m not this crappy person, who writes crappily.

At any crappy rate, I think, deep down, I really know the reasoning behind this new crappy me. Here’s the thing: it's not solely about me being crappy, but me being lazy. I complain about crappy writing but the truth is it's majorly that way because of my lazy thinking. The more I become lazy, the more I become crappy. I write crappily because I think lazily. So you see, I'm crappy because I'm lazy. I can be not-crappy if only I choose to be not-lazy. Ergo, if only I can get pass the sodding laziness, I’m pretty certain I can get rid of the sodding crappiness.

Until then, bear with me, please do.


Thursday, April 16, 2009

two of us

I was hugely delighted when, only a week ago, I found a new Beatle-buddy in Jed. Yesss! About time to have a new friend I could go ‘fangirl-ing’ moment with. She saw my laptop and was pleasantly surprised to find my music library full of Beatles songs. Hah! So after that melodramatic revelation that indeed, we did, and still do share a fixation for the four British chaps, we couldn’t (wouldn’t) shut up for how many hours –-we're just there getting all giddy, comparing songs and favorites, conveniently neglecting the fact that we're supposed to be paying attention to the professor speaking in front of ourclass rather than doing that monkey business of ours.

**

Anyhow, these previous weeks I also noted some of my Beatles encounters here, there, and everywhere. They’re the most ordinary things yet they still managed to give me the warm fuzzies every time. Awww. :))


1. In the mall with mom. Entered Toby’s, then lo and behold: A Hard Day’s Night album was playing! Bless that shop for having a taste.

2. One of my professors made our class do a discourse analysis of ‘She’s Leaving Home.’ Additional perk when she related to us her experience of being in the Beatles’ concert here in Manila way way way way way way way way way way way way back. Lucky woman, that one.

3. Caught grandfather whistling ‘Twist and Shout.’ He denied it afterwards.

4. I saw an incredibly cute guy wearing an equally cute Lennon shirt. Oh dear, what a turn-on.

5. Came across Miley Cyrus’ twitter account. Her layout is that of Lennon’s face. Hmm, even if I couldn’t stand this girl, I guess I should give her props for having the best taste in music, yes?

**In this regard, I am dangright confident I would eagerly sell myself to the dark side if only I could witness (live!) a Beatles’ concert. Jed would do the same, am sure.


Monday, April 13, 2009

the crabby crab

I’m up against nature. I hate the weather. stupid summer. inconsiderate sun. despicable heat.

Oh yes, I'm this teed off that even the existence of a defenseless, non-talking sun I blame.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

commercial break




I flare up every time I see this commercial.

Duh.

How could some people be so daft as to portray a woman as looking so shallow that her happiness depends entirely upon a pair of shoes? Seriously. I'd like to believe that women are more sensible than that.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

it could have been worse

What a delight that my registration day this time around didn’t take away every ounce of patience present in my sexy body, as it usually did in the past. Even CRS was fairly generous in giving me all the necessary subjects by the end of the second run. Assessment was taking eons to finish; but that’s a hard fact that one just have to learn to accept overtime, along with the realization that it won't be changing anytime soon –and I did, so I’d really rather not rant about it; besides, my friends were there to keep me company while I was cooling my heels, so that’s fine. The payment cue at PNB was normally lengthy, but the movement of the line was surprisingly swift; so that’s fine again. Really, my day could have been worse; thankfully, it wasn’t. In fact, I was able to finish the whole enrollment process at around two o’clock. That’s already a mighty feat for me considering that I’ve had worse fates before where one day wasn’t enough and I still had to come back to the university the following day.


Nevertheless, the whole falling in line and waiting strain still left me famished all the same (as it would any normal stomach.) So at around four o’clock, when my friends and I were all done with the registration and payment, we hit the mall a.k.a Trinoma. We couldn’t agree to a common place to dine, so in the end, Ronn had to play the leader and decide for the group. He wanted BK, so BK it was for us. There were eleven of us in the table and I could only imagine how scandalized the other customers must have felt seeing a group so large, so noisy, and soo…good-looking :P