too critical.

How do I go about getting a gig like this? 120 seconds to speak my mind and be as sarcastic as hell about it.

thinking mat.

In Kindergarten it was called the Thinking Mat, a roughly 1.5'x 2' piece of carpet you would be sent to sit on after misbehaving. You would be asked to sit on the carpet for 5-10 minutes to "think." (I am obviously attempting an educated guess as to how long it was...) Such a simple concept back then. You sit, and no one is allowed to speak to you, let alone come near you. For those 5-10 minutes, the moment was yours.

Some days I cannot seem to buy 5-10 minutes for myself. If it is not the constant interaction of people throughout the day that keeps me, it is the traffic of thoughts that refuse to yield. Maybe the solution is a work-timeout. A cubicle, if you will. Isolation from the rest; the only distractions being the muffled voices between cubed walls. Lunch granted if thoughts compiled, goals set, and deadlines met.

Looks like no lunch for me today.

men of Port Charles.

Claudia Zacchara is dead. Brother Johnny has decided that a scruffy look goes hand in hand during his time of mourning, which has been void of tears and any real sentimental moment. Kind of like how the Wolverine handled Jean Grey's absence. See the resemblance?



Over time, some characters are re-casted. Just as sports fans have favorite athletes, soap junkies have favorite actors/actresses that play each role. Over the past 10 years, I have adopted my own favorites. Jonathan Jackson was the original Lucky. Since then Jacob Young and Greg Vaughan have been casted as Lucky, but neither did the character justice. I was thrilled to hear the narration, "The role of Lucky Spencer is now played by Jonathan Jackson" last week. Welcome back, Lucky.



I think I speak on behalf of all General Hospital fans when I thank the producers for finally re-casting the role of Michael Corrinthos, III. I do not know how much more of the ugly red headed kid I could take. I will not even question the miracle of genetics. I can now watch each scene with ease, as Drew Garrett is definitely easier on the eye.



And then there's Sam and Jason...they are finally back together! ...sort of.


Ah, it is no wonder I cannot seem to clear out my DVR. Prime time shows consume it, as I struggle to keep up with my daily dose of Port Charles.

...so are the days of my life.

just call me Lulu.

In the past, the misguided and confused have told me that I resemble Lucy Liu and Sandra Oh.



Last I checked my eyes were not as slanted as Lucy's, and my face looked more like a tomato than a yam, like Sandra's. Hell, at one point in time, there was a girl on Barney (I think her name was Min), and people said I looked like her (maybe, minus the bangs...).


I had not had a case of mistaken identity in awhile...until today, that is. The lady working the fitting room at Old Navy insisted on keeping me 5 minutes to tell me how uncanny the resemblance was between me and a character on Nickelodeon - Lulu from True Jackson VP.


She was so animated while convincing me of this resemblance, that I was thinking it was only a matter of time before she whipped out a Sharpie and had me autograph her shirt. She continued telling me how if her daughter were present, she would be ecstatic and doing flips around the store. You can only imagine my reaction when I came home to Google image this Lulu character. I mean, I know I look young...but come on, a 16 year old Filipino?

I guess it could be worse. She could have been way off the map and told me I looked like Dora the Explorer. Though the animated Latina does have a best friend named Boots the Monkey, which I think is pretty damn cool.