What’s Up, Buttercup?

So it’s almost Easter Sunday, and I’m still feeling antsy. Love and Ghost Letters is making me bored, and nothing on the boob tube has caught my fancy. Haha. It’s gotta rhyme.

Today’s light years away from the time of television static and Lenten shows, but the feeling’s just the same – infuriating idleness. I’m running out of ways on how to entertain myself.

Woops, I forgot to check whether the Holy Week programming of the local channels included movie classics or not. Ha, childhood memory #87263: watching Himala, Maynila Sa Mga Kuko Ng Liwanag, and other movie classics.

This activity totally beats watching guys flagellate themselves or be nailed on the cross back when I was young. Hmmm…Holy Week always had a strange appeal to me.

See, Holy Week in my old hometown, where veil wearing, church goers religiously practice the prusisyon and pasyon, goes like this. Everyone is expected or compelled to go to Church and watch the Senakulo and the Salubong, among others.

Or else you’d get a tongue lashing from the elders. Or end up having a perfectly pinched ear. And I’ve had my share of those things. But I do recognize the significance of this religious activity for the majority of the whole population. Really.

Anyhoo, let’s go back to the late 90s for some Coffee and TV. This awesome music video never fails to put a smile on my face.

It’d be really cool if there’s a heaven for milk cartons, and that they’d all live happily ever after. Mwerk.

Letting it All Out

Jason Castro, just in case you do some ego surfing, you should know that I stalled time in order to watch you live on the boob tube this week. Worse, I cannot stop myself from watching your YouTube videos, from checking random facts about you in the interweb, from browsing fan sites galore, and from ogling your pictures. Even the semi-nekkid ones. You know, I get to practice my savvy internet research skills because of you. And that isn’t my definition of cool.

My Castronimification is becoming totally whack and I ought to be ashamed of myself. I have never been fixated with any reality TV star or even show before. (I did root bigtime for Team BJ and Tyler from the Amazing Race, though.) This is your entire fault. From the get go, my thumb automatically stopped flipping the remote control. Colombian Americans who have dreadlocks can be so damn hot! Besides, who knew that someone like you would end up in American Idol?

And when you open your mouth, expect me to behave like a tween. What a Day for a Daydream and I Just Want to be Your Everything made me feel like a 13-year-old again. When you sung Hallelujah, I had goose bumps. Seriously. You totally nailed it. And if you sing If I Fell again, I would not mind having you in my bedroom. (Simon Cowell, even if you are always spot on, I did not agree with your comment about his performance. )

Jason, I want you to win. (Or Brooke White. Or the rocker dudes David Cook and Michael Johns. Too bad Danny Noriega, my favorite, did not last. Wildcard perhaps?) Finally, I had let it all out. This shall be the last time that I would post American Idol related stuff Just Because. Plus I know it’s very lame. But I’d still be watching you every week And examine Ryan Seacrest’s perfect eyebrows during his airtime. Mmkay?

Photo grabbed from americanidol.com.

And the March Begins

Blame it on my inherent niceness; I was stuck in a rut for a considerable period of time. But in the end, I just could not care anymore. Next time, I’ll prove my point stone-faced. Note to self: practice being ala Tyra Banks fierce. Again, how many times do I have to say this? I hate most people. Repeat: I hate most people.

And perfection, too, is overrated. Oh, well. Who knows I’d still remember that quote from D.V.? (Side note: C.S. reminds of me of D.V. They are two fabulous gays I want to befriend.) Oh no. I am forgetting that this is going to be in the great interweb, which anyone can have access to, so I should stop this part now and switch to other topics.

Speaking of the intarweb, I just opened my Google analytics account after such a looooong time and I am pleasantly surprised that I am getting a lot of hits via keywords, such as wakeboarding in Camarines Sur, native delicacies of Bicol, or Caramoan beaches. I am getting motivated to start acting on my long-standing project, which still remains in its infantile stage.

In other news, there’s going to be a change, which would require me to give up my night-time TV viewing habit. And adopt a new routine every weekday as well. Rant to self: What’s up with you? You’ll officially become a night-owl and the first thing you care about is your Jason Castro fixation? Yuck, I am shameless like that.

Nevertheless, the new routine suits me just fine. I don’t have to shove my ass inside a sardine-like MRT during rush hours. Nothing makes me feel miserable than getting sandwiched between sweaty bodies.

I need a virtual break. No, really.