Mah-cah-BOO-high.: March 2006

My downloading is taking so long! It's been four days and it's still only 50% complete. Damn you, Cupid!

Either I've missed more episodes of ER than I thought or TPTB are just inept. What's up with the whole Neela/Ray unrequited love thing? Wasn't it just last week that they were on the sofa together, with Neela's head on Ray's shoulder and Ray giving Neela a Look? And then, all of a sudden there are rumors about them floating around, and Ray and Neela luuuuv each other, and Neela just has to move out for fear of infidelity? Huh? This has got to be the shortest story arc in the history of ever!

And the deaf boyfriend with the broken jaw was so sweet! The best part was him giving the idiot cops the finger, and Jerry going, "I don't think that needs any translation."

What I did today:

Eat breakfast at Jollibee in Cerritos.
Visit OCPAC to bring food, hang out with Ate Karen and watch Miss Congeniality 2.
Get back home in time to chat with Lui, Tin, Loren and Kax from the minute they get to work (and they're right now starting to count down the minutes til they get to go home).

(Shuttup!)

Oh darn, we're missing Taste of Chicago by a day! All that yummy food...and we won't get to try any of it.

You guys, what if we skip the last Vegas stop and just head directly home from Flagstaff (I'll drive!), so we can extend Chicago to three nights. We can swing by Grant Park for some delicious food sampling before we trek to Canada, eh?

Ugh, just thinking about the event is making me hungry.

So I didn't really like Inside Man that much. My mind wandered a lot throughout the movie. At one point, my thoughts were very similar to this. There's a reason why I have a Victoria's Secret credit card, and there's a reason why it has the biggest balance out of all my department store credit cards.

I had a completely unnecessary doctor's appointment today. Here's the story.

I weighed myself about a week ago, and it looked like I had lost 15 lbs. since January. That's a lot! I was concerned because I had already bought all these size 2 clothes, so I didn't want to go down a size again, coz that meant more shopping, which I can't do because I have to save up for summer. And also, my boobs might deflate. I told my mom, who had a total freak-out and scheduled me a doctor's appointment. Fast forward to today. Before leaving the house, I weighed myself again, and still, it read 105 lbs. I arrived at the doctor's office. They took my blood pressure, temperature, then asked me to get on the scale. And it turns out that although I had lost weight, I didn't lose a ton of it. I only lost 5 lbs, which makes sense considering my awful eating and sleeping habits, yoga and snowboarding. My scale at home is freakin broken! And because of it, my mom wasted $20 of co-pay money, I wasted my morning, and because the doctor thought I might have some sort of thyroid disease, I had to get my blood drawn. Two vials of blood, they took from me. Two vials of blood, wasted!

On the plus side, the guy I saw wasn't my regular doctor, so he was nice enough to renew my prescription for my pills without insisting that I get a pap smear first. That means I won't have to see my usual doctor for another year, which means I can evade this year's trip to the gynecologist, which means I won't have to be poked and prodded in my womanly parts until 2007. And that, my friends, is freakin awesome!

Aw, Teachers wasn't funny. Poor poor Sarah Alexander aka Susan from Coupling. To go from a super-awesome British sitcom to a too-early-to-tell-really-but-it-looks-like-it's-gonna-suck American remake of a British sitcom. Ouch, that's gotta hurt.

Speaking of British sitcoms, my access to them have been diminished. It turns out that my mom downgraded our cable subscription to the basics + the filipino channel only. So no more watching channels 100+ for me. Which means, no more BBC America. Good-bye reruns of Coupling, AbFab, The Office. Granted, I could just buy all the DVDs (and I already have all of Coupling anyway) but it's a different experience watching it with all the ads. I'm gonna miss the weird British lady with the union jack-patterned tongue. Good-bye Changing Rooms, Ground Force, What Not To Wear. Now if I want to watch a makeover show, I'd have to tune into TLC. But it's just not as good without the British accents. This is very sad, indeed :(

Oh crap, I just realized this also means I can't watch Degrassi anymore. Darn!

I hate bumming around all day, coz it just makes me feel too lazy to do anything else for the rest of my life.

Ugh.

Why are my e-mails all of a sudden being bombarded by dating sites? National Singles, Single Me. Fuck that noise! I am not lonely!

Except, maybe for tomorrow. Anyone wanna hang out?

I lied. I actually did stuff. Drove my mom to and from work, and got a haircut. Thanks, Ate Karen!

Re: haircut. I got bangs. The lady really wanted to do it because she said I had a big forehead. Or did she say long? Either way, she pretty much just implied that my forehead might as well be five. Hmph.

I have nothing to do tomorrow. Blech.

New mission for road trip, as suggested by Joes and Ate Kar: Let out a BIG fart at the Grand Canyon to see if it echoes.

Someone bring the lysol!

Shit. I haven't even started on my paper. It's only worth 25 points, although how much of the total grade that is, I don't know. Fuck fuck fuck. Gah. My topic is so stupid, too. Would it be worth it to ditch an entire day of classes tomorrow so I could just work on this? Coz I really want to go to sleep now. The only class I'll be really missing is Management, where I have a quiz, but I'm allowed to miss one because the professor drops the lowest score on the quizzes. But what if I get lazy later on in the semester?

I only need a D to pass the class, anyway.

:(

P.S. Okay, so on yoga, when we're doing triangle poses, we always have to look up to our arms, which have to be stretched up to the ceiling. Which means our necks have to be cranked at a right angle, looking up. I have a hard time doing this. It really hurts! Does this mean I have a super stiff, unflexible neck or is my head just really really heavy? How sad would it be if it were the latter? What would my skull be composed of for it too weigh so much I can't even support it? It can't be because I have a huge, heavy brain. If that were the case, I'd be smarter and wouldn't have this paper-writing problem I'm having now. Unless the bigger part of my brain is the part that causes slacking off and procrastination...which would explain everything, actually.

Things I will never do anymore*:

1. Drive people** to places, unless I have my own reason to go there as well.
2. Pick up people** from places, like their work, especially if, when I get there, they tell me they don't need a ride anymore at that moment, so come back later.
3. Drive people's** friends home because that's their parents' job.
4. Pick up people** from friends' houses late at night, especially when I am already relaxed and ready for bed. And if it's cold outside.
5. Drive people** to and from places without AT LEAST a 24-hour notice.

*conditions may be dropped with bribery -- in the monetary sense.
**in this entry, refers to two particular people who can always manage to ruin my mood by calling for rides in inopportune times, and who (though not by own choice) just happen to be my younger siblings.

(Yeah, I'm evil. But stop asking for rides, dammit!)

Happy birthday, Kaka!

I <3 U!

Mwah!

Bandwagon, johari/nohari style!

Plispilitawt. Tenkyu.

Bioman! Good times, good times.

(Off to look for clips of Shaider...)

From Loren:

Chuck Norris, Vin Diesel and Arnold Schwarzenegger have all died and are in Heaven. Each of them hope to occupy the seat next to God. God asks Vin Diesel why he thinks he should have the seat and Vin replies, "I believe I should have the seat because of the virtuosity in my toughness and pride." Arnie says, "I believe that I should be the one sitting next to you because of all my achievements. God then turns to Chuck Norris, who replies with, "I believe you are sitting in my seat."

Haha. Corny.

NewsRadio...with pants to match.

Congratulations, Michelle!

Yay! She is one of the 685 people out of 1,490 who passed the medical technology board exams. And her school (also, my dad's alma mater) is ranked number 1.

Check out her name on pg. 11, number 399.

I'm watching a re-run of "Will and Grace" on NBC and a during a commercial break, they showed a preview for a new show called "Teachers." I think I saw Sarah Alexander (Susan from Coupling) on it. There's not much information on the show on IMBD or the NBC website, so it's hard to tell. If it is her, then awesome! I miss Coupling.

The final episodes of "Will and Grace" look tiresome. That show should've ended years ago.

Today is boring and unproductive. Bow.

Took my car to the repair shop today. Hopefully, that will eliminate the scary squealing noise forever.

Currently eating the worst espasol ever made. I love espasol. This is so disappointing.

New to my shopping list, a summer essential, available at glarkware.com:

You know the Monday test I thought I failed miserably? I didn't. I failed it, true, but it wasn't as horrendous as I thought (i.e. I got more than 5 questions right). And my grade is still higher than class average. Haha!

As much as I love the last five minutes of yoga (aka naptime), it gives me a false sense of hope about my day. Rather than relax me, it just makes me realize how sucky the rest of my day will be and stresses me out. It's like, okay, you spend half an hour watching a video on water crystals that respond to compliments and classical music, then you spend 45 minutes stretching and bending and contorting, and although it is sometimes painful, man does it feel good! Then, the lights turn off and the instructor tells you to lay on your back and take deep breaths. And two seconds later, you're dreaming -- about your mom, lovely sister, road trips, raindrops on roses and whiskers of kittens. And it's just the best feeling in the world. But just as soon as it started, someone says "Namaste" and totally un-zen-like flourescent lights come on, and the kittens are gone and everything rushes back to you: you're in school, you have 4 classes to go still, you're hungry but have no time to really eat, you're all sweaty from yoga and wearing sweatpants you fished out of the hamper coz you still haven't done the laundry, you didn't do your homework, and you have two tests coming up that you're not prepared for, and dammit, you just failed one on Monday...

...

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I forgot my point. Bye.

Augh! I just don't feel like studying anymore. On Monday, I had a test for Comm 425 (History + Philosophy of American Mass Comm. It only sounds interesting) and it took me all of 10 minutes to complete all 50 questions. I just went down the questionnaire and started guessing every single answer. I think I only knew the correct answers to 5 questions. Tomorrow (or later today), I have a quiz on The Philadelphia Story, which I haven't finished, and a test on my management class, which I haven't studied for either. I've had the study guide in front of me since 8 p.m. tonight, but I haven't done anything about it. We're able to use one page of notes in class, but of course, I don't have one. And you know what the sad part is? I don't even care.

I really don't like this senioritis thing. In a way, it seems like a shame to let my grades go to waste after working my butt off these last few years. But then, I feel like I just breezed through college and didn't really put an effort into my studies, so what does it matter? I wish I were one of those dorks I like to make fun of who are really really into school. At least I'd actually have good memories about it, rather than consider it four years of my life I will never get back. Why can't college be just like OCPAC? Complain hard enough and ask to speak to a manager, and eventually, you can get a refund.

I also have a feeling I'm going to be a complete failure in life. I'll live here in Westminster forever, driving Ate Kar's hand-me-down Kia. I won't even have cats because I'm too irresponsible and stupid to care for them. Ew, what if I become just like Andy, the crazy white guy across the way? I'll be a lonely, hairy-backed, schizophrenic spinster who has to go off my meds and threaten my neighbors in order to get attention. This is so sad!

Dear Ate Karen,

On behalf of me, Alex, Sandy, Christina and Don...

WE LOVE YOU!!! Mwah!

There's this girl in my finance class who seems to have an affinity for super expensive low-rise jeans. Too bad she can't seem to afford any underwear. Everyday, she sits in front of me and every single day, it's butt crack, butt crack, butt crack. I can't remember what her face looks like, but I bet I can pick out her ass from a line-up of asses. Sometimes, I have to resist the urge to roll-up small pieces of paper into balls and practice my aim. Except, I know better because I've taken a sexual harassment seminar at work and I'm a good girl.

Lalala.

Another fun day at Snow Valley! Same group as last time, plus Missy. Once again, the weather was perfect: it was sunny, but not hot. Also, the snow, for the most part, was soft and powdery.

The good: No pain! So far, that is. We'll see how I feel tomorrow. I actually got off the lifts fine. I was carving again. Also, I only had very few, minor falls. No bruises! I tried to do a jump a few times, and although I wasn't all that successful doing so, I came very close. Next time, bitch. Next time. Special thanks to Tommy for agreeing to cover my shift and Alex's mom for feeding us dinner.

The bad: road closure, and having to take a very long, windy road. Also, my snowboard fell on concrete and now it's scuffed on one side!

The bummer: I have to do schoolwork now, dammit.

An update for Loren's sake.

I have a dilemma: najejebs ako, pero nagugutom rin ako. Ano kaya unahin ko? Kung jumebs muna ako, at least comfortable ako habang kumakain (sisig pa naman ang ulam, kaya dapat enjoy), pero kung kaka-bawas ko lang, walang point kasi magkakaroon na naman ng laman tiyan ko. Kung kumain muna ako, at least I can flush myself clean (haha, i made a pun) afterwards.

Manunuod muna ako ng "ER" bago ko i-contemplate 'to.

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