iam bulitas, therefore i blog

evening preparation for tomorrow’s lunch

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:46:48 PST

quick! fingers cut the shrimp headblood jumps to waterlife escapes, the tail turns black

ohsoulsday

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 01:47:09 PST

someone prays for a part of his soul that cannot be trusted.may it be touched with the hands of a soul filled with faith.let us pray for the unnamed souls wandering the earth, wondering when they will meet justice in the face.may someone help them find justice by recognizing and blessing them with their names.somebody prays for a part of his soul that longs to be wanted.may that soul let go of

can i lol now?

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 13:26:19 PDT

just met a troll online. says mindfucking with me won’t work coz i’m too intelligent. :))

self-taught

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:55:59 PDT

the case of my extra sensitive hearing started when a doctor pumped high liters of pressurized water to my ears, damaging my eardrums, back when i was about eight. as if by miracle, the regenerated eardrums from that early experience of medical deluge gave birth to a set of ears that are sensitive even to the faintest sound of whisper inside an evening bus full of people wallowing in the noise of

that sad scent

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 23:46:24 PDT

during the marriage of the mist of his breath and the cigarette smoke of his love, bvlgari lingers in the atmosphere.when the grass bends on the pavement like a creature with hundreds of withering arms stretching towards the traffic of feet rushing for work, bvlgari dominates the air.on that evening when time caught you grounded on a corner where all the people at the bus stop are busy talking

let the wild rumpus start!

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 20:10:12 PDT

wild things can roar, can growl, can jump high in the air, and can wreck nearby objects by will. they are creatures of impulsiveness who possess problems, who wants to be free, who longs for companionship, unity, family and love. although there are times when impatience and disbelief rules the air, the wild things love the company of each other. a wild thing is a creature composed of the dynamic

prosopagnosia

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 22:59:38 PDT

i told you, there will definitely be an episode in your life when you will find yourself suddenly awake at 4 in the morning with silversparklers running from the pores of your eyes burning the valleys of your cheeks down the hill of your chin as thoughts of your committed love and affection for that person rules the early chaos of your mind.

1234pm

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:19:59 PDT

the clouds descended from the heavens to embrace all forms of matter, living and non-living, with below 30 degrees fahrenheit of air, partly freezing the atmosphere of hope, casting shadows over the other end of the lowlands, breathing fog down to the smallest crevice in the valleys. *** miley cyrus possessed my sister screaming “yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, it’s party in the usa!

a new world from the scientist’s soul

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 18:45:11 PDT

set in the post apocalyptic world devoid of humanity and soul, the movie 9 is about a group of sentient ragdolls created by the scientist who seems to be the last human on earth, struggles to fight for their survival against the catbeast and the fabrication machine.this machine that happens to be an initial product of the human desire to create a better world order turns out to be a weapon of

List of Rescue hotline numbers and Donation Centers for typhoon ondoy victims

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 11:21:02 PDT

Rescue Operations National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC) (+632-9125668, +632-9111406, +632-9115061, +632-9122665) Help hotlines: (+65 734-2118, 734-2120) ndcchelpdesk@gmail.comPhilippine Coast Guard (+632-5276136)Air Force (+63908-1126976, +632-8535023)Metro Manila Development Authority (136)Marikina City Rescue (+632-6462436, +632-6462423, +632920-9072902) Pasig Rescue Emergency Number (+

performance anxiety

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:38:49 PDT

hendrix tries to strum the heartmind screams "get up!"body's tension spells fail

i love you - u2

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 22:32:18 PDT

i love youdo you feel loved?-u2i love youmagnificent-u2i love youoctober-u2i love youone-u2i love youwhen i look at the world-u2i love youall i want is you-u2i love youthe sweetest thing-u2i love youi remember you-u2i love youanother day-u2i love youtomorrow-u2i love youtouch-u2i love youout of control-u2i love yousurrender-u2i love yourejoice-u2i love youelevation-u2

beware (of) humans

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:06:27 PDT

perhaps one reason why most people i know sided with the aliens of district 9 is that in one way or another, each of us feels like one of them aliens- alienated, misinterpreted, discriminated, persecuted.director neill blomkamp and producer peter jackson’s district 9 is the sci-fi movie of all the sci-fi movies of this year. it steams brilliance and boasts a fluid, visual technical

y'all, don't be kanye ayt?

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 22:54:50 PDT

here's a quick recap of all the kanye-taylor swift vma 2009 brouhahakanye interrupts taylor swift's acceptance speechbeyonce wins video of the year and allows taylor to deliver her speechkanye apologizes on his blog

after a sudden silence drowned the cheers

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 13:12:09 PDT

we must remember that at the end of the day, each contest is about pleasing the judges.may all the bashing and the sour-graping be replaced with smiles and more cheers from the crowd. you know your winners by heart. make them feel like champions in your own little way.congratulations to all the teams who competed to this year’s uaap season 72 cheerdance competition. most teams did put up a fight

(de)composition

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 16:36:30 PDT

the moment he brushed the flakes of scattered dead skin from the bathroom sink, he knew that the old face, punched with failed expectations, bruised with the claws of desolation and stained with crossroads of dry tear paths, will be gone for long to the pits of the blackhole of obscurity.he knew his face well- from every angle, from every feature, from every pimple mark, from every pore, to every

whowantstobeamillionaire?

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:14:40 PDT

somewhere from our shared universe, someone wishes he also possess the luck of ram mohammad thomas from vikas swarup’s novel q & a. this individual, whose crystal white tears have inked sheets and sheets of cloth into sets of black lakes, may have incomparable experiences to mr ram mohammad thomas, but he is destined to tread the darkest, rockiest, and steepest roads set by fate in the future.

this is a story of a boy meets girl in 500 days

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 09:34:07 PDT

m ordered another bucket of beer after narrating the tragedy of his 8-year odyssey with h for the nth time. he said they were destined by fate as a couple. they were steady as the foundations of the pyramids of egypt, they were inseparable as siamese twins, and they were in love like there’s no tomorrow. they were about to be married the following month when h met some random guy in some random

ponyo is love

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 20:06:18 PDT

ponyo reminds me of the philippine mythical creature undin. she’s small, she comes from the sea and travels on land, and she finds her way to humans. at this point, you are most welcome to veer your thoughts away from the undin of the shake, rattle and roll movie. that’s plain scary. ponyo may look scary from the start, but she is cute-scary. add to that the fact that she is created, written and

a wrinkle in my time

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 10:10:12 PDT

1st of september, year 2009 at the gregorian calendar, 10:13 in the evening, pacific time- i think a bend in time has occurred to my life’s universe today. i am writing this to take into account all the things that has happened and are still happening as i am typing this note. a few minutes ago, the 11 year old self of my almost 18 year old sister and the angst-intoxicated persona of my father

the wonders of lola’s run to various universe and realities

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:09:42 PDT

when fate and life seems to be fucking you hardcore, what can you do? should you just enjoy and let them fuck you all the way or should you resist and try to do things your way?if only we could only do re-runs of our lives like lola, then life would have been more unfair. maybe a thousand times more unfair than how it works for you at the moment. methinks having the ability to do so will only

terminal cessation of gravity

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 06:25:59 PDT

his perfectly shaped spitball hit his face the moment he spits it down to the newly opened mouth of the company accounts executive who just gave birth to a yawn.in a matrix movie slow motion kind of way, the sagging boobs and the flapping skin of the mylf (mrs you like to fuck) in front of you was lifted to the heavens, that also lifted the jaw you dropped just seconds ago from that

best hangover evar

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 13:18:09 PDT

muscles command me to stay in bed and hug the pillow you used last night. breath smells like your breath- sweet, hot and spicy.lips possess the lingering aftertaste of your kiss.headthrobs nonstop while i chase you in my mindsoulwill never get sober from youevar

karma is a digital bitch

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 21:29:10 PDT

somewhere in the parallel universe of the mclovin timeline, a self-proclaimed billionaire who drinks botox and unicorn blood tries to buy karma from the mundu. the mundu refuses her initial offer saying that karma is priceless. it belongs to the universe and therefore is not entitled to any master. but the self-proclaimed billionaire woman is adamant. she wants to own karma that bad that she

the air we breathe

noreply@blogger.com (bulitas) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 11:43:59 PDT

please understand. it is you that i breathe. it is you that quenches my thirst. it is you that satiates my hunger. you are the blood that runs in my veins. love keeps me alive. i have love all over now. the air i breathe in and out is steaming with love love love love. please understand. i am not sick. i don’t want to hear queen’s song “too much love could kill you” right now. you see, i don’t