And I am telling you...

I'm not going... Ok, that was cheesy. HAHA! Well, I certainly have no plans of extending this mini-hiatus, so please, just embrace me back.

I'm not that all about school actually, there's just been a lot of papers, chapter tests and disconcerting algebraic expressions to get over and done with before hopping back to the usual blogging habit...well, at least temporarily. So let's see... I guess I haven't been missing a lot. I did see The Queen and Dreamgirls over the weekend, I've already seen all the Best Picture contenders but Babel, which I don't have any interest in seeing anyway, and I'm presently counting down to the Oscars. Reviews are over at my Mulitply, so I'm not gonna expand opinions here anymore. But can I just say... if Jennifer Hudson doesn't win an Academy Award, I'll watoosee the Kodak Theatre til it burns down the whole Hollywood Blvd in ashes. Um, seriously!


See what I'm talking about?
Oscar Predictions:
Best Actress: Helen Mirren, "The Queen"
Best Actor: Forest Whitaker, "The Last King of Scotland"
Best Supporting Actress: Jennifer Hudson, "Dreamgirls"
Best Supporting Actor: Eddie Murphy, "Dreamgirls"
Best Director: Martin Scorsese, "The Departed"
Best Picture: "The Departed"

I don't really have a good reputation when it comes to predicting things, but I took this guessing game from Yahoo!, and got everything I answered right [but Best Actor]! But hey, that's some improvement!

Oh gosh, can't tell you enough how excited I am for J-Hud! Who would have thought that an Idol reject, who didn't even make the top 5, would be nominated for an Academy Award? Pretty surreal, right? Speaking of Idol, I haven't been monitoring the auditions like I used to in past seasons, but I've seen some good stuff here and there. So far, I like the attractive 16-yr old from New York, the hair-headed dude from Memphis, and that humorous afroboy from 'Bama. I'll be surprised if these three don't make it to the finals, or at least the Top 24. That's how good I think my taste is, hahaha!


Better-er


Also vigorously followed the two-week broadcast of the Australian Open, not to mention, in hopes of seeing another guy win it all besides Roger Federer. I mean, we all know the guy is unbelievably masterful, but every tournament he enters always seems to be the Federer invitational. That's how ridicolously perfect he is! Damn it. But at least, women's tennis brought some juice over the 2-week tourney. If Serena Williams mercilessly annihilating Sharapova in the finals wasn't exhilarating enough then I don't know what is. Told you, the junk is back!!!

Alright, that's about it. My own comeback is done. School's been refraining me to finish the ironing job and I've been stacked with clothes for almost 2 weeks now. Boy do I miss my yaya. So anyway, gotta get to this. See you later!

Transition Overdue

I just had to be reminded that half of my senior high batch is about to graduate by the end of spring. Ok, I'm supposed to be fully determined to be back in school, right? But my situation's slowly leaning towards the embarrassing, frustrating and pathetic. But like you, they all gave me the cliche' of it all... It's better late than never... Try until you succeed... It's better to give than to receive... (oh not that one, haha). So there I was, in a freezing Tuesday morning, discovering the humongous campus I now shall call my new second home. Eww, second home? Anyway...

I'm still hooked with the lifestyle I got accustomed with while out of school, therefore, I only got the three subjects I needed to fuel this supposed-to-be productive year with. TTH, from 9am to 2pm. Not bad! Hahaha. Fine, it's a daycare kind of schedule, but hey, I'm still recovering. Let's just think that I just got out of rehab and have only 12 hours to spend outdoors weekly. Fair enough, right? :))

I arrived at my first class -- Human Development -- 10 minutes ahead of time. Quite a way to make a first impression, eh? No wonder my professor is SO at home with me already (she calls me Kai! =p). So anyway, the first day was the usual "introduce yourself" day. I don't like that, it makes me blush, shake and stutter. But I knew I needed this course to rebuild my social skills. I'm starting to become a wallpaper, and I've never been so scared in my life. I have to regain my friendly, nice, animated being immediately, hence my over-participation the next day. Mrs. Dyer just loves me so much, she had to ask me time and time again if I'd prefer abortion to stay legal or not, if gays and lesbians deserve fair treatment, or the reason why I like bycicles more than motorcycles. I was talking too much, my classmates already know I've got a mole above my upper lip.

Next up was my Reading/English class. Before it even started, the room was already loud, courtesy of Marvin or MV or Em-vee or... anyway, he's such a clown, and it's obviously a cool thing to have someone like him who'd periodically lighten up a possibly boring course. We basically spent the hour and a half discussing our favorite movies and what materials we often love to read. Thank God, no "getting to know you" stuff. Haha, looks like this wasn't a boring one at all. And there's more... this class consists of people from Jamaica, Nepal, Britain, Africa and Baghdad! That's pretty cool, right? By the second day, I learned that English people and Jamaicans get offended by the apologetic phrase "excuse me", and that they call their fish "fishes". Haha, pretty awesome stuff! And that dude from Baghdad isn't actually an Iraqi or something. He just got home from a 3-year service and is starting to catch up on his studies. Isn't that amazing? Ha, I'll be acquainted with a real soldier! Dude, that's something else!

Then lastly, the dreaded Algebra. Not even five minutes after discussing the syllabus, we were already answering yawning and scratching scalps over fuckin' integers. Wow, this is gonna be a blast! Pfft. This is probably the only course I would have liked to giddily talk about myself. But unfortunately, the teacher -- although nice and all -- was overwhelmingly excited to teach us about her beloved numbers right away. She just couldn't wait. Oh well...

By the way, my HDEV course requires us to keep a journal for the rest of the semester. Basically be writing about various topics weekly assigned to us. That should be fun! It's like blogging, just with a pointed pen and a little more etiquette injected to it. Oh fuck, does that mean I can't curse? Damn it!!! But I'll keep you posted on my progress. For now, I bid adieu. Have an awesome weekend!

Women change their minds too often, don't they?

...that the Family Feud even had to compose a question based on it. Hahaha, women.

Won't go any deeper on that thought, but it's how I'd explain my abrupt change of templates. Just got tired of that rustic feeling, haha, and it's what two days old? Gee. Makes me think what if I got married, I'm afraid I might have the uncontrollable tendencies of changing my mind that sudden, hahaha.

Anyway, new layout inspired by, obviously, the hottest show on earth, Grey's Anatomy. I'm so in love with this show and it keeps on getting better. So obsessed that I squealed when I found out that my mom's new unit of work is a combo of neurology and plastics, that's like working for McDreamy and McSteamy! Hahaha, I know, it's insane. They're not even real doctors, are they? Oh gosh.

Apart from Grey's, I've also been spending time watching the first season of The Office (Steve Carrell's version). This comedy is like Arrested Development, the modern unconventional type. Contrary to the traditional studio set-ups like Friends, you figure out yourself when you comprehend the whole thing to learn laughing on your own, not by guide of laugh tracks. :))

Saw The Holiday last week. It was cute, romantic and funny. Chick flicks resurrect...again!

BTW, I've added a lot of widgets in the sidebar. Brought back the tagboard (in case I go for a long walk again), then the mainstay music player, the new flickr stuff, and that "what I'm doing" twitter thingamajig I found at Joey's Multiply. I've already got everything! All I need is a fridge and I'm good to go, haha.

So the Australian Open already started. Random query, do these people even experience winter? I mean, apart from their brief 'off-season', I always see them wearing those skimpy tennis skirts and the men, although brings me delight, practice without their tops on. Haha, should I care, really. Anyway, it's also the kickstart to another greuling year of 'come-ons' and umpire bitching, and not to mention, bangin' fashion.


Serena Williams (USA), Jelena Jankovic (SRB), Amelie Mauresmo (FRA), Nicole Vaidisova (CZE)
The Reebok girls were somehow in uniform, but they all look great. Especially Mauresmo who almost looks like a man in another outfit. And I love how they give boobs to these semi-flat Europeans. Good job, Reebok! And look who's back? It's the junk! Hahaha. I'm so glad to see her playing again, in stunning fashion, no less. Tell me, who else out there can pull off 2-pounder earrings while playing hard-hitting tennis? Only Serena. Only her. IDOL! And the men? Know what, I couldn't care less. As long as Rafa wears the trademark piratas and bicep-bearing tops, I'm all his!

I was quietly enjoying time alone here in my room when my mom suddenly knocked and asked me to put socks on her. Fine. Parents. And she --out of the blue, changed her mind-- basically goes... "Don't try nursing anymore, it's such a bitch!". And I was just like, "are you serious???". Wow. This is complicated but... FUCKIN' AWESOME!!! Hahaha, that's all I've been longing to hear! But... what do I do now? I still wanna earn like she does *clueless second*

Immona leave you now with this survey Acey tagged me with. I know, I've been posting surveys here like those seemingly lifeless people on MySpace/Friendster, but give me this while I'm fond of it. Not for long, I'll get tired of it once again, hehe. I'm supposed to state 5 weird facts about me. Um, ok. Here w'go...

1. I knock on wood everytime a bad thought nudges my unlocked cells.
2. I cross my fingers and wish everytime I see a digit repeated thrice (time, plate #).
3. I cough constantly when I get nervous and/or excited.
4. I like french fries dipped in vanilla ice cream. McDo style.
5. When I poop, I wash my hands with 2-3 different soaps. Ok, overshare. :))

Have a nice week, you all.

Fat Like Me

By accident, I tuned into Lifetime channel Monday night, a channel by the way that I never even notice. But as I was about to switch back to USA (for RAW), this movie's prologue started to roll, then I realized that it was Kaley Cuoco's docu-drama, the one she promoted on The View just earlier that day. The morning show's obstreperous quartet was discussing obesity and its cons for the whole day, thanks to Trumpo's childish remarks. But anyway, Kaley was there for the obvious reason, and then I was instantly intrigued by the premise. And since RAW's normally being recorded weekly, I've decided to sit through the whole movie instead.


Kaley Cuoco as Aly in Lifetime TV's "To Be Fat Like Me"
It's about Aly, a popular high school jock who missed an opportunity for an athletic scholarship for college because of an untimely injury. Desperate of making it to college, she looked for countless ways to make it, including begging her coach for another chance (to no avail), until a friend suggested that they enter a contest of film documentary. Getting the idea from others who disguised themselves as other sexes and races, Aly eventually agreed to document a life of a teenage fat girl. With the help of her cosmetic specialist neighbor, she easily looked the part in a fat suit, and soon after finalizing the look, she enrolled to a new high school and began the experiment. Aly's disguise was capitalized by her delightful personality which she believed would never affect her physical appearance. She was wrong. Because no matter how friendly she was to fellow teenagers, it didn't help her gain the popularity she has when she's being her normal tiny self. If anything, it only provoked narrow-minded people to poke fun at her even more. In her own little ways though, she tried to make it all different, starting with a new friend who also happens to be fat. She'd always relay words of comfort and courage, but at the end of the day, her opinion isn't what matters the most, because she's still not like one of us. She ultimately has no idea what we see, feel and go through every single day.


While watching the thing, I was saying to myself, "God, isn't that you?". I mean, I know I'm naturally big and all, and it's not because I wear a fat suit daily. It's just that, I've always been Ms. Personality, amidst cholesterol levels. I just don't and will never crucify myself by NOT liking what I see in the mirror. It's not that I'm entirely contented with this, but unlike Aly, I never give up. I will always refuse to think that my physical appearance should hinder harmonious relationships with people I get to be with every single day. But regardless of my positive outlook in life, I still recognize the fact that being fat has its fair share of discrimination, just like say, being the only Mexican person in Park City. Just like racism, bigotry towards fat people DOES exist, and despite being extra assertive about it, it will never go away. And I'm also aware that there are quite a number of girls my age who are embarrassed and aggravated with themselves, especially when that favorite pair of jeans doesn't fit anymore. But even if that has to be the repercussion of being fat, I don't even feel any remorse about being the way I am today, physically. I may be hurt at times but I avoid looking back and drowning myself in neverending shouldawouldacouldas. And what the freakin' hell?!! I'm enjoying my life right now --nevermind the waistline-- and I'm surrounded by awesome people who love, respect and accept me for who I am, inside and out. And trust me, I am doing something about it.

White Castle!!!

As some of you may know, I'm such a huge fan of this movie, that it deserved a slot in my lifelist. I vowed to myself to do or have a variety of the most random things before I die, and tasting the famous White Castle burgers was never to be excluded. I knew though that the only chance I'd get to grab a bite of it was to go to the eastern part of the country and perseveringly look for it ala Harold and Kumar. But who would've thought that today is the frickin' day that I would get my free taste of the enticing slyders?? My brother passed the written exams for driver's licensure, so I guess this had to be his "blowout". He stopped by Save-A-Lot to grab some to-do pancakes when he saw this particular shelf stacked with White Castle microwavables! Sure enough, it didn't disappoint my lunch deprived tastebuds. And it only cost him 3 bucks! Hahaha, how's that for a Jersey treat!


These burgers are somewhat a quarter the normal size. It doesn't have any other condiments besides melted cheddar cheese. The one you get from the chain apparently has pickles and onions, but this already tastes great as it is. Definitely one of the best burgers I've tasted. Ok, before I go on drooling on the thing, I have to say that I only had a couple of them. Like a total of 6-8 bites (that's not a lot, you know!), so don't castigate me for yet again not controlling what I eat. Besides, it's for lunch and my brother's treat! Can't pass up a free meal, right? Hehehe.

I don't know Math but I can do ABCs.

I'm finally registered as the dawn of a new career path is ready for me to take. Naks, ang drama. But seriously. I'm back to school, y'all! It's been a while since I'm bound to do something as productive as this, so yeah, I should be excited. Even if it means going to a class of 1+1 learners twice a week. :))

I'm actually not in the perfect mood right now, my eyes are kinda baggy already, and the Cowboys got devastatingly ousted in the playoffs. We totally had a shot, I mean, if Romo's stupid hands just got a good grip on that frickin' football, we would've easily won! All he needed to do was tightly hold on to it and yet he still couldn't get it done!!! But I knew the only thing that'd make my vanished Superbowl hopes subside is a survey. A MySpace kind of survey. Hahaha, seriously! You see, I wasn't the biggest fan of this "what did you last eat?" questionnaires, but it's grown to be therapeutic for me, especially at heartbreaking times like this. So here we go...

Snagged from Cher.

A - Available or single: Single and NOT looking. Taray!
B - Best friend: I don't have one, nor do I like one. Group of tight friends = less harm.
C - Cake or pie: Either. ;)
D - Drink of choice: Water. Especially during winter and flu season.
E - Essential item you use everyday: Water dispenser.
F - Favorite color: Red.
G - Gummy bears or worms: Worms.
H - Hometown: Cainta and downtown Dallas (the 'hood).
I - Indulgence: Chinese food, onion rings, and male tennis professionals (haha!).
J - January or February: January.
K - Kids & names: I'd love to, in time. Althea and Sebastian.
L - Life is incomplete without? Money. DUH?
M - Marriage date: Not even sure if it's for me.
N - Number of siblings: Two. Patrick, 18 and Jeffrey, 24 (deceased).
O - Oranges or apples: Apples.
P - Phobias or fears: Fears.
Q - Fave quote: From Masha and Michael...

Michael: "Girls are like subway trains, they come and go in 5 minutes."
Masha: "Boys are like parking lots, they're either taken or handicapped."
HAHAHAHAHAHA! LOVE IT!!! Girl power! :))

R - Reason to smile: Food on table, winning sports bets and less bulk mails.
S - Season: Spring. Cleaner, warmer, and funner.
T - Tag 3 people: Oh gosh, just snatch this time-filler if you want to.
U - Unknown fact about me: I wear bloody red nail color right now, hehe.
V - Vegetable you don’t like: Okra.
W - Worst habit: Yelling.
X - X-rays: Hate 'em. You need to be naked and all. YAK!
Y - Your fave food: Anything with noodles (pasta or pansit)
Z - Zodiac sign: Capricorn

DONE! Ok, my dad just had to remind me, like I'm a 9 year old that needs to brush her teeth and be in bed in 10 minutes, about church tomorrow morning. Hahaha, I'll miss this when I finally move out. Anyway, hope y'all are having a the best first '07 weekend! :)

It's my birthday and I'll whine if I want to!

I was in my new school the whole day yesterday, prepping for my first nursing-doomed schoolyear when I was informed that my MATH needs major improvement. Hahahaha, laughable stuff! I wasn't even shocked. Like I've always been aware that I severely suck at it. Not that I didn't seek help, nor never attempted working on it, it's just that... Math and I are like Paris Hilton and Linday Lohan. We'll get along one day, and catfight the next. It's just never gonna work! But no matter how limited my knowledge about it is, I know I'm still capable of adding, subtracting, multiplying and even dividing whole numbers. Hahaha, seriously, I can do that. Hence my hysteria over dissatisfying scores! MATH = not college ready. Are you kidding me? I may be mathematically challenged, but my brains aren't sophomoric. I got a good score in reading and very high praises for my writing skills! I know Math is totally different, but not college ready?? Not college ready?? This is ridiculous!


But what can I do... It's not like I could bitchfight my way out of it. I have to pass Elementary Algebra, (I repeat, ELEMENTARY!) to get 3 units (Nursing prefuckinrequisite) of Algebra II or College Algebra. Man, can you imagine my numeral-loathing head revolving around these demanding subjects?? Don't even be surprised if you just heard one day, I hanged myself in the attic because of it. Like seriously. What was I even thinking when I've decided to be a nurse and ditch my dreams of becoming the next Paula Dean? What were YOU thinking?!!

But it was my birthday and I wouldn't let anything as embarrassing as this ruin my very day. Since there weren't plans of partying, I just asked my dad to drop by Walmart so we could get the usuals: orange chicken, strips with country gravy, mac and cheese and a humongous pizza for the day. Hahaha, celebrating my failure. Why not? But guess what. I'll try it just one last time. Who knows, I'll be Cady-mathlete one day. Haha, birthday girl can dream!

Before I forget... thanks to the blogger beauties who remembered to blow me kisses yesterday. Ate Clare, Jen, Bone and Jennie. And my CUZ, Hannah. You have no idea how you made my almost suicidal day. :)