Be Nice to Cholito Part Deux

I don't know about this be nice to Cholito idea..So, last week I my friends and I decided to order pizza for dinner and we met up at Katie's apartment. Cholito wanted to ride with Rachna, Hazel, & me. I was driving, so I told him, "Yeah sure, you can ride with us." Yikes! I was at the brink of not being nice anymore by the end of the night. I think it was because I already saw him earlier this week. And, I can only handle a Cholito dose once a week.

Anyways, we were driving there and I had Wicked playing. And, he's like, "This musical isn't so good." Big mistake. I'm like, "Why?!" At the same time thinking...really? Who made you the guru of musicals? Do you even know how to read music?! Do you play any musical instruments?! Have you ever seen musicals before???! He's like, "Just listen to the drums..it doesn't go." I'm thinking, man you're trying so hard to be a music expert. The drums totally go. It's an upbeat song. They're keeping the tempo. Duh. They need the drums there. And then he says, "And the people aren't singing well." As if!!!! Then I said, "They're totally in tune!" Stupid boy doesn't know what that means. Like he could sing. Then I just smiled 'cause I'm trying sooo hard to be nice to Cholito.

During the pizza dinner, I totally had a Cholito break and just talked to other people. But, then I had to take him home too. *sigh* That's what happens when you drive. So, Cholito asked if he could look around my car. (He's sitting in the passenger seat at this time 'cause he called shotgun and rather have the girls sit at the back). I said, "Yeah go ahead." By the time he almost finished looking around the car and opening every compartment there is, it was time to drop him off. I thought, thank God! Please go. But, then he was having this conversation with Rachna about what her family nickname was. We had this conversation at dinner and he missed it or forgot it, so he wants to know. And, Rachna obviously doesn't wanna tell him. I'm thinking she doesn't wanna tell you! Leave her alone. And just go. Then he starts opening and closing that compartment between the seats compulsively. Open, close, open, close. Then I say, "Oh my god! You're ruining my car! It's new. Stop it. Stop it!" To which I added, "Jon-jon," (who is my old blind dog's name & Cholito's family nickname), "you're like my dog. I have to tell him to stop it." Then Rachna, to free Hazel and me from our misery, told Cholito her nickname. It was then that Cholito finally got off the car. But, he just had to hover over the window and make a pouty face. Totally not cute. I just drove away as fast as I can. This be nice to Cholito is harder than I thought.

Be Nice to Cholito

Last December 3, 2004 I wrote this about Cholito:

Cholito Where is Your Pride?
I know this person from school whom my roomie & I have secretly nicknamed "Cholito." Cholito was cool in the beginning of the school year & now he turned touchy-feely on us. Like giving us awkward hugs when we don't need one. And, I'm sorry to say, kisses on the cheek to say goodbye. Yuckiness! Do I look like a girl who needs to be kissed on the freakin' cheek? How do I know he doesn't have herpes? Don't get me wrong though, I love kisses on the cheek from cute guys that I like, but NOT Cholito.
Cholito is about as tall as my roomie Cat & even shorter than her when she wears heels 'cause she says she can see the top of his head when she does. He got his nickname 'cause he's this short guy who used to have these two lines above his lips he called a mustache as if he wanted to be a cholo, but it really didn't work. He wears this real unfashionable fleece pull over jacket with a big white stripe across his pseudo-pectorals with a random hat and dress shoes aaallll the time. And, when he talks he tah-aacks loike thiis..........and......pauses like he's talking to a moron. Then, when you start to talk he talks over your sentences like he has something more important to say.
Anyways, Cat & I have decided that Cholito is not straight & may be gay, but his non-existent fashion sense even puts the gay guys to shame. He just recently moved into campus & he called me & Cat to help him move in. Okay, there's something truly wrong with this picture...first, guys do NOT ask two girls to help them move in. Guys offer their help when girls are moving in, but never ask. This is the first time this has happened to me. Second, Cholito has asked two girls..ahem..TWO GIRLS to basically carry boxes for him. I mean c'mon, where's his pride???! Third, he calls us up not in the afternoon, not early at night, not at a convenient time, but a 11:00 p.m. and then asks "When are you guys going to sleep?" To which we responded at 11:30 p.m. So, being the smart & very considerate person Cholito is, he calls us up at 11:30 p.m. to help him move in. And, of course it was the perfect time to ask us to help him because it was hella cold and snowing outside and we were already in our pajamas. (By the way, I'm not stupid I didn't roll out of bed to help)
But, it doesn't just end there. Yesterday, Cholito calls me at 10:00 p.m. & says "When are you going to sleep?" To which I again responded, "11:30" Then he says that he needs help to bring some food up his room. So, to get him off my back I'm like, "Sure, I'll help you out as long as I'm not sleeping." And, Cholito is sooooo smart that he again calls me at 11:30 asking for help. But, he doesn't call me once, nope, not twice, but three times and all three times leaving messages saying he has bags of groceries that'll take him a couple of trips to unload and he's outside...and can I help him...and then he attempts to put this guilt trip on me and says.."ooooh, but your probably sleeping already." Okay. wtf?! Being the smart medical student Cholito is, he calls me three times at 11:30 after I said I'm going to sleep at 11:30. And, because he didn't want to make a couple of trips to his room in the middle of the night he would rather wake me up and carry the grocery bags for him. Really. That's just inconsiderate to say the least.

Okay, I have to admit that's a bit harsh even for a guy who can't carry his own groceries. So, this year, I've decided that I will be nice to Cholito. Not just two-faced nice, but genuinely nice. No fake smiles and shallow flattery. But, that doesn't mean we have to be BFF! It simply means that I won't complain about him so much. I won't even try to change the way he is. I figured at 28 years old he should be able to figure that out for himself. And, when he says something I don't like I can just make eye contact and walk away. Let's hope he doesn't take that as a signal to "hey follow me!"

Pancit Pow Wow

Today my Filipino friends from school and I went out for dinner to this Filipino restaurant called Cebu about 10 minutes away from school. Finding that place was soooo dangerous. We ordered the usual crispy pata, palabok, lumpia, adobo, calderetta, turon, leche flan, and halo-halo. MMmMMmmMmmm. Man, you'd think we were starving or something. This is the first time I went out with friends to a Filipino restaurant.

The place was nice and quaint, but the food was a little pricey for Filipino food, and the portions small. It said on the menu that Cebu Restaurant is a "Euro-Asian Cuisine." I'm thinking Euro 'cause the portions are small and asian 'cause it's filipino food. But, 'cause we were totally craving food from home we went all out and ordered almost everything. So, now my tummy is full and I'm happy.

A note on the weather: Man it's cold & rainy today. Illinois weather is weird. There's no transition period..just hot & humid then really cold.

The Beginning of a New Organization

So my friends Rose, Rachna, Hazel and I decided to start this organization in our school. It's called APAMSA (Asian Pacific American Medical Student Organization). It's a national organization and we want to start our own chapter in our school. I know what you people are thinking...But, we're going to make it not so asian, rather aim it towards promoting health, performing medical community service in underserved areas, and increase cultural awareness. Don't I sound so professional?

We planned our first quarter activities and set meeting dates during dinner at a persian restaurant called Reza's. Then we made lil' posters for the organization fair tomorrow and we're passing out jello lychees and fortune cookies (yes, you got it! the "asian" part of our organization). Aren't we creative? Yesss.

As a side note: I took home left overs from the restaurant and the food was real yummy, but now it smells like farts. And NO it's NOT me. I so checked!

Classes?! What's That?!

I actually have to go to class today and see people. Yikes!

I signed up for these two electives. The first one has something to do with Leadership and the second with Bio and Chemical Warfare. I'm not exactly sure. What sold me was the no presentation and no exam requirements. Well, the leadership one does, but it doesn't count because it's online. That means group exams :) Life is good. Yes. And, you're reading this and saying to yourself..."Man, life sucks for you." Whateva. hehe.

As a side note: It's still freakin' hot in Illinois. I hate it!

It's Freakin' HOT in Illinois

It's soooo HOT here and humid and nasty! I'm sensing that I'm starting to smell like stinky socks and moth balls once again. It's not cute. And then, to top it all off...the bed bugs are back. Some spider or moth or something bit me last night. Now, I have at least seven red dots on my right foot and one on my left leg. I wanna talk to that bug and say, "What's so special about the right leg huh?! I take showers!"

To get away from the heat, I drove my bra-less self to the home of centralized air conditioning...the library (a five minute walk). I'd walk around nekkid if I had to, but I don't wanna traumatize people. Anyway, it was really boring to just sit there. Especially when people are not around yet 'cause it's only the first week of school, but I'd do anything for air conditioning.