<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:06:52.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::The Pretty Patty Diaries::.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-114304421935790072</id><published>2006-03-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:16:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/s17u9v.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! :-) I'm sorry if I haven't been the blogger that I usually was before. It all started when I got so busy, and then there's the fact that I've discovered other things that have captured my interest other than this blog of mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, as of the moment, I'm giving up posting on this blog. Okay, in actuality, I did give up posting a long time ago, since... when was my last entry again? Since my last entry. There. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thought of me just leaving it alone without saying anything makes me feel guilty, so I'm saying it now: &lt;strong&gt;It's not a good-bye, it's just a hiatus&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someday, I'll come back. I haven't totally given up on blogging, y'know. It's just that I'm blogging in a &lt;a href="http://tonksified.livejournal.com"&gt;different place&lt;/a&gt;. Who knows, someday I might get over that blog too. One thing's for sure, and that is that I will always cherish this blog because I love it. It has been a great friend to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, getting too mushy for words, but I've said what I needed to say, except for one last thing: See you when I see you! Love yah guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Patty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-114304421935790072?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/114304421935790072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=114304421935790072' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/114304421935790072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/114304421935790072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-guys-im-sorry-if-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/s17u9v_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-114034435135937180</id><published>2006-02-19T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:19:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Camp</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a LOOONG time already. I've been so busy with schoolwork (as usual). It was only recently when I passed the term paper and the investigatory project, both of which were taking a lot of my time. What's keeping me busy right now is the play production. We're doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, by &lt;em&gt;Shakespeare.&lt;/em&gt; I'm the &lt;strong&gt;Director of Photography&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;Head Designer&lt;/strong&gt; as well. *sighs tiredly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened on Friday. In the morning, we had the &lt;strong&gt;Tribute to Service&lt;/strong&gt; for our teachers. I hitched a ride home with &lt;strong&gt;Vera&lt;/strong&gt; and her mom on lunchtime, only to come back to school after one hour, fully bathed, packed for the &lt;strong&gt;Peace Camp&lt;/strong&gt; and clothed for the &lt;strong&gt;Raki&lt;/strong&gt; concert that the &lt;strong&gt;Glee Clubbers&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;Songbirds&lt;/strong&gt; were watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school at around five-ish. The camp had already started with a talk from the &lt;strong&gt;Gen Rev&lt;/strong&gt; people (which was nice, by the way. Starting peace within ourselves and our families. Really paid attention), and we all hastened to change into proper clothing before going to the camp site. I was already feeling the chills as I changed, but I didn't think I was getting sick already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so cold already by the time the peace talk ended, so when everyone else was making peace with their enemies, I hurried off to where &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/MEGalomaniac77"&gt;Meg &lt;/a&gt;stood and told her I was sick and she dragged me off the grounds. And I cried. Seriously. I was SO pathetic. Meg calmed me down and helped me warm up for a while. But that did not stop her from threatening to call my mom and drag me home. I didn't want to miss the Peace Camp so we made a little deal. She would give me an hour, and if I still wasn't feeling better, she would send me home. So there we were, and my circle of friends trooped to where we were, who were also - can you believe it? - crying! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I was feeling loads better so I went back to the grounds to look for &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;, who was carrying some of my things. Then I spotted &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Anne&lt;/strong&gt; and I went to her and we hugged each other and I ended up sobbing again (Gak!! Crybaby!!) and since I can't keep my mouth shut, I also told her that I was sick. And like Meg, she also threatened to send me home, but I told her about the deal, and she was okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the classroom and took a pill of &lt;strong&gt;Biogesic&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Regina&lt;/strong&gt;. I was loads better after then, and I helped set up Meg's tent. Okay, maybe I wasn't that much of a help, but I was there anyway... holding... rods? Meg left the manual in her car so they were having a hard time with it. It was supposed to be dinnertime, yet none of us were able to eat. In the end, we just made sure it was upright, and went back to camp grounds to have games. My fever had gone, so Teacher Anne and Meg weren't able to drag me home. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up with the living rosary at around half past ten. I was already bloody hungry by then, so when it was time to go, we went to &lt;strong&gt;Kimi's&lt;/strong&gt; tent and ate dinner. Cold &lt;strong&gt;Burger Steak&lt;/strong&gt; isn't exactly the best dinner, but the &lt;strong&gt;Dorritos with salsa&lt;/strong&gt; was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at around twelve-ish. &lt;a href="http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com"&gt;Gabey &lt;/a&gt;and I kept on saying good night and good morning because after we would say that, we would end up talking again, and therefore have to say good night again. But we eventually fell asleep... and I got feverish again! I kept waking up at intervals, and I woke Gabey up too... she did all sorts of things for me like giving me her sheets because I was shivering (despite that anyone could've died from suffocation) and putting her skirt on the edge of the tent so my feet won't get wet (it was raining). Seriously, she really put up with me, and I thank thee for that, Gabey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around four, I woke up and ended up crying again (geez!). I was so cold, even though I had two sheets piled on top of me. I wanted to seek medical help, but decided I could wait until we get up, so I slept again and woke up an hour later, when Gabey said that I was so hot, we should go and find Teacher Anne or somebody. Never got around to finding her, so we just kept our tent and got ready for the day ahead. Thankfully, my fever broke again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was six-ish when we gathered on the quadrangle again for the closing ceremony. The people in front made us take this oath which was SO long it made my hand hurt. Before that, we had a 'warm-up'... which was actually dancing to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Frog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here is my Peace Camp version of Notes to Self:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Chips Ahoy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;iced vanilla coffee&lt;/strong&gt; make a good breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You will run out of digital camera batteries if you are paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When the Seniors say "warming-up", it doesn't actually mean you'll be doing&lt;br /&gt;exercises. It means, you're going to dance to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Frog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which does not remotely make a persons' day. &lt;em&gt;Baa-baa-ring-ding-ding-ding-ding...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Candies as game prizes? Not good enough. Especially if you're sponsoring the prizes in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat when you're supposed to. Otherwise, you're going to end up eating at eleven in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bring a box of crayons. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The idea of being woken up by a whistle does NOT make the Peace Camp peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is probably best to just take a pill and shut up when you get sick, lest your friends and teachers threaten to hurl you home. Also, it pays to have a 'motherly' (or so, she reckons) tentmate. She will be your nurse / geisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never underestimate the power of &lt;strong&gt;Biogesic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-114034435135937180?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/114034435135937180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=114034435135937180' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/114034435135937180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/114034435135937180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2006/02/peace-camp.html' title='Peace Camp'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113890163322271760</id><published>2006-02-03T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:55:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTF*falloffbed*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TONKS GOT CAST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o Imagine my surprise when I opened &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com"&gt;MuggleNet &lt;/a&gt;today and I saw the headlines: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Arabella Figg, Young!James Potter, Mangorian, Luna Lovegood, Dolores Umbridge, Bellatrix LeStrange, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nymphadora Tonks&lt;/span&gt; got cast already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WB announced it earlier that they already have their Tonks, along with their Kingsley, but I didn't expect they would be revealing it today! I got so stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got depressed because my dream role went to someone else! *hackhackchokechoke* Hello, Warner people, I am here! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate &lt;strong&gt;Natalia Tena&lt;/strong&gt;, but I can't because... because... I just can't! *wails* I find myself liking her very muchly, but I will abhor her if she does not give my favorite character justice. And look at her initials! NT! NT = Nymphadora Tonks! WTH?! I'm PT! *wails again* I got missed by a few letters! Gah! *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she goes well with &lt;strong&gt;David Thewlis&lt;/strong&gt;. *cough*booksix*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imelda Staunton&lt;/strong&gt; was a 'surprise'. :D Well, she already said a few months ago on the telly that she was going to be Umbridge, and lo and behold, here is the confirmation. I can't wait to see her and &lt;strong&gt;Dame Maggie Smith&lt;/strong&gt; bickering on the silver screen. WB better put that part - McGonagall really shines in book five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about &lt;strong&gt;Evanna Lynch&lt;/strong&gt; though. I've only seen one photo of her. She looks kind of sweet, but I don't sense the Luna vibe from her yet, maybe because she's still raw material. But her hair - it's so yellow! It reminds me of... Lindsay Lohan in her blond hair phase (which she dyed again, thank heavens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the other people cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/n2iue9.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/n2iuk5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/n2ixcz.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/n2izcw.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/n2izjo.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*runs while wailing, "They have a Tonks already!" wah.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113890163322271760?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113890163322271760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113890163322271760' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113890163322271760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113890163322271760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2006/02/omgwtffalloffbed.html' title='OMGWTF*falloffbed*'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/n2iue9_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113810413260947555</id><published>2006-01-24T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:02:12.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm going to cry...</title><content type='html'>School is so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing my &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; assignment right now, which is to copy down some theorems, but the page that my teacher gave me doesn't contain the theorems she was talking about! I've talked to two people already, and they told me the same page number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my group leader &lt;strong&gt;Charmagne&lt;/strong&gt; just texted me about our term paper. Instead of just making a summary for chapter three, she wants me to create the summary for EVERYTHING, and I can't do that without Chapter 1, which I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God. Help me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: And, okay. Maybe it doesn't help too that in the other room, my mom is watching&lt;strong&gt; Love, Actually.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to watch too, but instead I'm stuck doing stupid homework. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113810413260947555?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113810413260947555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113810413260947555' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113810413260947555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113810413260947555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-im-going-to-cry.html' title='I think I&apos;m going to cry...'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113810394350416024</id><published>2006-01-24T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:59:03.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113810394350416024?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113810394350416024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113810394350416024' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113810394350416024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113810394350416024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-i.html' title='I think I'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113791978677189923</id><published>2006-01-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T16:49:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomosity</title><content type='html'>Bloody sodding hell, is this me? Have I actually stayed away from blogging in ages? Oh, my gawd, &lt;em&gt;the world is ending, the world is ending, the world is ending...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like what I've told &lt;strong&gt;Kryzzy&lt;/strong&gt; in our text-message exchange yesterday, everything's been kind of a blur for me lately, thus the title of this blog post. Random, because I am not blogging about anything in particular... it's... well, random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my blog. I terribly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All righty, on to the entry. The other day my class and I had our &lt;strong&gt;Peace Day&lt;/strong&gt;. The Peace Day is just a fancy name for the &lt;strong&gt;Free Day&lt;/strong&gt;, which is what the school awards the class who wins best class for three consecutive times. We SO wanted to go to the beach, but we were forbidden, so off we went to the South. So now, let's play a little game. Guess who bought three pairs of shoes in Carcar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, honestly, can you BLAME me? I mean, there were a lot of shoes to choose from, and I could not resist them. So I bought two pairs of espadrilles and a pair of slippers, and I'm feeling slightly guilty that I've bought a lot, but what the heck. Had I brought along more money, I would've seriously bought more, but I'm not the only one though. I can name two people who are in the same boat. Our class President Daryl bought three pairs, and my friend Bre bought four pairs. I took photos, but have not uploaded them yet so I might edit this entry to include the photos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been feeling SO lazy. It seems as if I could not pester myself to do things, but maybe it's because of the fact that the school year is ending. How could I not act this way? The bad part is, teachers have been piling a lot on us. There lies the problem. I even want to finish my fanfiction so badly, but I am too lazy to do so. What do I do? I surf the internet or watch DVDs. Recent ones I've watched is &lt;strong&gt;The Mask of Zorro&lt;/strong&gt; *drools over Antonio Banderas* and &lt;strong&gt;Love, Actually&lt;/strong&gt; *ahem* Honestly, I should just bugger off and buy my own copy, I'm forever borrowing Akkie's. Well... she does owe me a DVD. *cough*getmeloveactuallyplzkthx*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just heard from friends that &lt;strong&gt;Manny Pacquiao&lt;/strong&gt; won the boxing match against the &lt;strong&gt;Morales&lt;/strong&gt; guy, who some of my classmates find hot. Er.. right. But anyway, this just means I won a bet! Hahahaha. I get &lt;strong&gt;Yellowcab&lt;/strong&gt; pizza! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I better bugger off and attempt to do my assignments. Summer break's just a corner away, and I totally cannot wait. Lahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113791978677189923?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113791978677189923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113791978677189923' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113791978677189923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113791978677189923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2006/01/randomosity.html' title='Randomosity'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113645847285996161</id><published>2006-01-05T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:02:43.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly Bonkers</title><content type='html'>First day of school after the Christmas Break, and I've been yawning all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy right now, I would probably doze off the minute I place my head on the computer table. Not ideal, seeing that I have a lot of things to accomplish before turning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gawd, I'm so tired. I need my caffeine mix, which I could not get, because I might end up not sleeping the entire night. Again, not ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, I have been addicted to a &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter RPG&lt;/strong&gt;. It is called &lt;strong&gt;Michief Managed&lt;/strong&gt;, and it's set in the year &lt;strong&gt;1975&lt;/strong&gt;, when all the Marauders were in their &lt;strong&gt;Fifth Year&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/strong&gt;. I play &lt;strong&gt;Andromeda Black&lt;/strong&gt;, who is Tonks' mum, but after a few weeks of participating in the RPG, I've also applied for &lt;strong&gt;Madam Rosmerta&lt;/strong&gt;. It's really fun and quite addicting, except for the mere little inconvenience of the players having different timezones, so usually, when I get online after school, no one's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;strong&gt;Akkie&lt;/strong&gt; for breakfast yesterday. We had a little trade; she lent me her original&lt;strong&gt; Love Actually&lt;/strong&gt; DVD with all the deleted scenes goodness and &lt;strong&gt;Kelly Clarkson's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Trouble With Love Is&lt;/em&gt; music video, and I lent her my copy of &lt;strong&gt;All-American Girl&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must hurry off. The sooner I eat dinner, the sooner I can get things accomplished, the sooner I can turn in. Pip pip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: &lt;/strong&gt;I must be sleepier than I thought, since I hit the Publish Post button without giving out my little announcement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE WILL BE COMING OUT ON DVD ON MARCH 7th!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's now confirmed. Anyone who wants this goody should start saving up for it now, which is exactly what I'm doing, except that that plan sort of bombed since I had to buy some materials for a project. But must ask mom for replacement money. Ha-ha. The DVD will also be released in &lt;strong&gt;high-def&lt;/strong&gt;, which means good news for the high-def television owners. High-def is a new type of video quality that makes viewing absolutely beautiful because it is like you're actually in the movie yourself. Sounds great, doesn't it? But the glitch is that DVD players and television sets supporting this format costs a lot, so will just get DVD. Plain DVD. Sheer DVD. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVD features a lot of deleted scenes from the movies. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com"&gt;MuggleNet &lt;/a&gt;for more information. As for me, I'm getting it the moment it's stacked on video stores (that is, if I've saved enough. Bwahahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113645847285996161?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113645847285996161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113645847285996161' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113645847285996161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113645847285996161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2006/01/slightly-bonkers.html' title='Slightly Bonkers'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113618007157829901</id><published>2006-01-02T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:34:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the New Year with a Meme</title><content type='html'>First off, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the mood to blab, right now, but I'll take a meme from &lt;a href="http://puredeadwicked.blogspot.com"&gt;Patty&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;List seven songs that you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, they must be songs that you're really enjoying right now. Post these intructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they are listening to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't Speak - No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;2. The Story Continues - Harry Potter OST&lt;br /&gt;3. Too Lost in You - Sugababes&lt;br /&gt;4. The Trouble With Love Is - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;5. My Humps - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;6. Magic Works - Harry Potter OST&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't Cha - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taggy-tag: Ate Judie, Gabrielle, Meg, Tammy, Ate Toni, Aki, Kace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113618007157829901?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113618007157829901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113618007157829901' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113618007157829901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113618007157829901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2006/01/starting-new-year-with-meme.html' title='Starting the New Year with a Meme'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113579559608205868</id><published>2005-12-29T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:46:36.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING:&lt;/strong&gt; If you find this post totally random, forgive me. As of typing time, it's, like, 1:27 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday, 23rd December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day when I had to wake up at an unthinkable hour (for the holidays, anyway) to do a project. Seriously,&lt;strong&gt; half past six in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;? Who are you &lt;em&gt;KIDDING&lt;/em&gt; me? But I had no choice, anyway. I had to get up and get dressed and troop to &lt;strong&gt;Rustans&lt;/strong&gt; where my ever-lovely groupmates were waiting for me. So we rode a taxi to my house and did the project for 30 minutes, because we got lazy and decided to just have separate assignments, which we will compile later on. Like I said in my early post, I downed caffeine to perk myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, in the afternoon, I was whiling away the time until five, because that's when I thought the &lt;strong&gt;Fingal Christmas Party&lt;/strong&gt; would be. Apparently I mixed up the time with &lt;strong&gt;Jehra's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday bash, since at three-fifty-something, I received a call from &lt;strong&gt;Meg&lt;/strong&gt; telling me to get ready since she's heading for my place already, to give me a ride. Needless to say, I panicked, so I threw on the first clothes I could see, turn the PC off immediately and asked Yaya to pack some Macaroni salad. Wow, I never thought I had the ability to get party-ready in five minutes. :-D Seriously, even I thought I looked glammed-up enough even with five minutes of preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the party at &lt;a href="http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com"&gt;Gabrielle's &lt;/a&gt;house,  but sadly the people count was bust. Only Meg, &lt;strong&gt;Kimi&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Miles&lt;/strong&gt; and I came... and Gabey of course, since it was at her place. So we ate, watched this hilarious video in &lt;strong&gt;PinoyStyle&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;Star Wars rap thing&lt;/strong&gt; and played the &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter trivia game.&lt;/strong&gt; It was fun, only that Meg's mom picked us up rather early. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday, 24th December, Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had work off today, so at around noon, she took me and &lt;strong&gt;Nico&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Robinsons&lt;/strong&gt; for some self-holiday shopping. We met my &lt;strong&gt;grandfather&lt;/strong&gt; there and we had lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Jollibee&lt;/strong&gt; (Nico's doing, mind you). I tell you, the lines were seriously killing me - they were so bloody long they should be banned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy, since my mom bought me a lot of things. According to her, I was on a roll. Yup, sorry guys, that comes along with my being an expensive daughter. God, I'm expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my mom bought me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A black Infinity top from Penshoppe&lt;/strong&gt;. You know, that top that you can wear fourteen ways? I've been wanting that for so long, and it was only now that I actually got it. Hurrah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A turquoise bolero&lt;/strong&gt;. Why turquoise? Because I realized that I already had two white boleros and I have a pink one. I also wanted the black one, but I opted for the turquoise because it looks fun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pair of sparkly sandals&lt;/strong&gt;, but I don't actually own these. They're my moms', and we've decided to share them, since God knows we share the same size. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bandeau bra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pack of Kiamoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around three, we dropped by the house to get some things, and since we were going to give my grandfather a ride to his home in the South, we gave my Yaya a lift as well, since she was headed South for the Christmas. On the way, we dropped by the house of my lolo's brother, which technically makes him my other lolo, but it'll be hard to explain. Anyway, we dropped by just to pick some food for my lolo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stayed at my Lolo's house for an hour or so, because my brother played &lt;strong&gt;Family Computer&lt;/strong&gt; with my cousins &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Moriah&lt;/strong&gt;. Eventually we had to leave since it was getting dark and we had to order take-out, because my mom did not cook anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went back to the city and headed to &lt;strong&gt;Laguna Garden&lt;/strong&gt;, where we ordered &lt;strong&gt;Crispy Pata&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sotanghon&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Kare-Kare&lt;/strong&gt;. While we waited for the food, we went to &lt;strong&gt;Ayala&lt;/strong&gt;, which is beside the restaurant. We bought my brother &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt;, because God knows he doesn't eat anything aside from fast food fried chicken, and we, as I put it, went on a wild goose chase because my brother SO insisted on buying a new watch even though the available watches were big. Needless to say, it tired me and mom out. Along with that, my brother also bought a &lt;strong&gt;Pinoy Big Brother&lt;/strong&gt; shirt. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was supposed to buy a &lt;strong&gt;skirt&lt;/strong&gt; that I have been eyeing for weeks, but the mall sadly had to close. ^.^ But I got a &lt;strong&gt;Kids World Alamanac 2006&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, from my aunt and uncle, so whoopee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly... we now have cable! Courtesy of Nico, of course, but still, yehey, even though I have not watched a whole hour of cable TV, because my dearest brother hogged the television. Darn, there goes my attempt at being civilized. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday, December 25, Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinda forgot what we did on Christmas Day... oh, right, my cousins &lt;strong&gt;Faye&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kyle&lt;/strong&gt; came over (do you notice the pattern that we cousins are so, like, four letter names? Moriah is often called &lt;strong&gt;Ahya&lt;/strong&gt;, which makes it four. And they call me &lt;strong&gt;Isha&lt;/strong&gt;. Huh, only noticed that now). I got a new &lt;strong&gt;blouse&lt;/strong&gt; from them. They stayed for &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Cake&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Coke&lt;/strong&gt;, and I burned Faye a CD, and then we trooped to my aunt and uncle's house for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My aunt and my uncle gave me a bottle of &lt;strong&gt;Victoria Secret perfume&lt;/strong&gt;, and a &lt;strong&gt;tube of Maybelline Lip Smooth&lt;/strong&gt;. It was similar to my old new lip balm, which, after only a few weeks of purchasing it, got lost. Apparently it fell from my pocket while I was getting out of the car, since &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/MEGalomaniac77"&gt;Meg &lt;/a&gt;saw the remains of the lippy when she arrived at school. Poor lip balm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was okay, but the dessert was divine, because it was &lt;strong&gt;blueberry cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;. So even though I was full from le steak, I took a slice anyway. I love blueberry cheesecake. Honestly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday, 26th December, Boxing Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think my mom, my brother and I just lounged around the house. Well, maybe not exactly, since my mom decided to clean the house. I slept the entire afternoon off, not waking up until six something. Had dinner, and then my mom and I went to the spa to have &lt;strong&gt;body massages&lt;/strong&gt;. R. r. good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Random Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometime after Christmas, my keyboard acted up. The "S," "V," and "I" keys, along with "Shift" and "Tab" did not work properly, unless you really pound on them. After a few pounds, my hand was shaking already so I enlisted the help of my new lip balm to help me pound. But the point is... &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A NEW KEYBOARD!!&lt;/strong&gt; It's black, and it's really sleek and sexy. Vhoopee. Along with that is a &lt;strong&gt;new mousey-mousey&lt;/strong&gt;, which is also black and it's optical, so it's shiny, and flashy, and sleek and sexy. Hurrah for adjectives! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss the beach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had &lt;strong&gt;$548&lt;/strong&gt; right now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113579559608205868?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113579559608205868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113579559608205868' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113579559608205868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113579559608205868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-holiday.html' title='Random Holiday'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113544459537524828</id><published>2005-12-25T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T01:16:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, despite greeting everyone a Happy Christmas...</title><content type='html'>... I am NOT happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told, today wasn't such a bad day. I mean, it was Christmas Eve, and my mom took me and Nico out for shopping, and I bought loads of clothes, so that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing is, there are only two people using Nokia handsets for mobile phones in our household, and those two people happened to share one charger, since I am completely spazzy and broke the charger that came with my phone. Today, my Yaya went home to her relatives and she brought the charger with her, and I ran out of batteries... so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we had a spare phone in the house, so lucky me. BUT, the worse thing is that I've stored all my contacts in my mobile phone, not in my SIM card, so people have been texting me all night and I have absolutely NO idea who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darnid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Patty&lt;br /&gt;who is NOT happy, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113544459537524828?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113544459537524828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113544459537524828' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113544459537524828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113544459537524828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-despite-greeting-everyone-happy.html' title='So, despite greeting everyone a Happy Christmas...'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113531224113817429</id><published>2005-12-23T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:30:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Woes</title><content type='html'>*covers ears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for crying out loud. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt; did I just do to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bad enough that I keep on hearing music from the television downstairs (Can anyone say "&lt;em&gt;Don't Give Up On Us&lt;/em&gt;"?) that gets stuck into my head. Add those Christmas carolers who don't even sing, just rattle their rattles and scream at the top of their voice (Heck, and throw coins back at you if you give them two pesos. I mean, come on. We're ALL living in crisis.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to endure &lt;strong&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks&lt;/strong&gt;. For the thousandth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I love Alvin and the Chipmunks (ish). It's just that, hearing them nonstop since seven in the morning is prone to drive you nutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts singing in mock-chipmunk voice (do you even call it a voice?!) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing&lt;br /&gt;Ring ting tingle-ing too&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it's lovely weather&lt;br /&gt;For a sleigh ride together with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the snow is falling&lt;br /&gt;And friends are calling "You Hoo"&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it's lovely weather&lt;br /&gt;For a sleigh ride together with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap let's go&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at the show&lt;br /&gt;We're riding in a wonderland of snow&lt;br /&gt;Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap it's grand&lt;br /&gt;Just holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;We're gliding along with the song of a wintry fairy land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we&lt;br /&gt;We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be&lt;br /&gt;Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it's lovely weather&lt;br /&gt;For a sleigh ride together with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams like a demented madwoman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more caffeine. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I didn't have enough already! I mean, let me state the fact that, yes, I understand the fact that we need to work on some projects over the holidays, but does it have to involve me waking up at damnable &lt;strong&gt;six-thirty&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning? My gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so downed a tall glass of iced vanilla coffee over our meeting, which seems to have perked me up. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now? More caffeine. Oh, great. I'm turning into a caffeine addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113531224113817429?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113531224113817429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113531224113817429' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113531224113817429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113531224113817429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-woes.html' title='Christmas Woes'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113518408715558024</id><published>2005-12-22T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:54:47.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>Nicked the meme from &lt;a href="http://fearlessbounce.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ate Judie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Handwriting Analysis" src="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/generated/20051221/qLRT5GgONd.jpg" width="250" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.&lt;br /&gt;You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;What does your handwriting say about YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for my handwriting. It's hard to attempt to write your name when you're &lt;em&gt;left handed&lt;/em&gt;, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113518408715558024?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113518408715558024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113518408715558024' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113518408715558024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113518408715558024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/12/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113483081557874744</id><published>2005-12-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:46:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooo.</title><content type='html'>Nearly a week without blogetivity! My gulay, how did I manage to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our exams this week, from Wednesday to Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I. Survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;bows and bends to pick up flowers thrown at me&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can safely say that I did better in these tests than the previous one last October. Even though I didn't study earlier, I studied longer and understood the lessons more. I'm fairly convinced I pulled it off, and I cannot wait until January to see the results of my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday afternoon, I went with &lt;strong&gt;Dixie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Princess&lt;/strong&gt; to Ayala. Dixie was to buy her gift for her Manita, who is &lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt;. And me? I bought &lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt; a pair of silver earrings. Sad to say, it wasn't from &lt;strong&gt;Colorstone&lt;/strong&gt;, which is her favorite accessory store. It was from &lt;strong&gt;Silver Works&lt;/strong&gt;. Fairly decent enough, it was a dangling butterfly earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Pearl&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Faye&lt;/strong&gt; in Penshoppe. They were too buying gifts for their manitas. We got separated, so Pearl and I shopped together and Dixie and Faye did the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining like hell yesterday. I hitched a ride to &lt;strong&gt;Fuente&lt;/strong&gt; with Pearl, then I got left with my own devices, so I took out my &lt;strong&gt;T.H.E. notebook&lt;/strong&gt; and used it as a cover for my head, as I wait for the jeep to arrive. And the weather worsened. Had a headache when I came home, but good thing I didn't get the fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was our Christmas party. Started off with a &lt;strong&gt;Eucharistic celebration&lt;/strong&gt;, then we went to our classrooms and played games while we waited for the &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt; to arrive with our food. We also invited our student teachers, &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Mark&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Janice&lt;/strong&gt;, whom we teased together... so many &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; moments! Ha-ha! T. Mark even played the guitar and T. Janice sang &lt;strong&gt;Crazy For You&lt;/strong&gt;. Woo-hoo! I have photos, but I don't have the USB port though, so can't upload 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I gave everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SORRY, but I am truly bankrupt and wasn't able to save up. Sahd. &lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt; gave me this really cute bag-tag with my photo on it, and a box of &lt;strong&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/strong&gt; chocolates (Which enabled &lt;strong&gt;Athena R&lt;/strong&gt; to yell loudly, in my ear). &lt;strong&gt;Miggy&lt;/strong&gt; and my manita, &lt;strong&gt;Rio&lt;/strong&gt; (whose name I also picked!) gave me purses. &lt;strong&gt;Akkie&lt;/strong&gt; had promised to give me a &lt;strong&gt;Love Actually&lt;/strong&gt; DVD but attempts to burn the DVD was a failure, so she lent me her copy for the meantime and gave me a coin purse and wads of paper. &lt;strong&gt;Mileszy&lt;/strong&gt; gave me a bookmark with my name on it and a note at the back. &lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt; gave me this uber-cute cellphone chain shaped like a moon, with Colorstones on it. And Pearlaloo gave me a bottle of cologne! Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. If I haven't given you a gift yet, just presume I'll hand it over next year when I get allowances back. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, before I end this blogpost, let me just mourn over the demise of the &lt;strong&gt;Potterpuffs&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm really gonna miss them, but I wish the creator, &lt;strong&gt;Naomi&lt;/strong&gt;, the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113483081557874744?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113483081557874744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113483081557874744' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113483081557874744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113483081557874744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/12/ooooo.html' title='Ooooo.'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113422732558717964</id><published>2005-12-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:08:45.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Exams Blues</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling rather glum, for no reason at all (as usual), though I think this may be because it's the weekend prior to exams. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is driving me nuts. Our teachers have been piling a lot of them this week! And speaking of school, I haven't redeemed myself in some waterloo subjects yet because I haven't met some of our teachers this week. Most of them are participating in the &lt;strong&gt;Days of Wonder, Seasons of Love concert&lt;/strong&gt;, which is a concert for a noble cause. They're using the profits for the renovation of the auditorium and for scholarship funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the concert twice: the first one was the &lt;strong&gt;matinee&lt;/strong&gt; with the entire department, and yesterday, because I got a&lt;strong&gt; P500&lt;/strong&gt; ticket and it was a shame to let it go to waste. I have to admit though, yesterday's showing was better than the matinee because they've added a number which we haven't seen in the matinee, plus the darkness of the evening made the lighting stand out better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt half-bad that I wasn't in the concert, because I really wanted to, but it's all for the best. The participants had to go to school today and catch up with our current lessons so that they won't fail the exams. Too bad for &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Dixie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Breanna&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Stephanie, &lt;/strong&gt;four girls who are all dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I TOTALLY MISSED THESE GUYS! I so miss &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;, who is my seatmate and tends to whack me in the nearest body part whenever she's having a fit of laughter. I saw her yesterday before the concert, and she hugged me so tight, and even lifted me from the ground. I miss you too, Shalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Dixie&lt;/strong&gt;, one of my constant companions during break times. I miss your obsession about Hale, even though I would never admit it to you and the only possibility you'll know of this is if you read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Breanna&lt;/strong&gt;, who I always talk to in assemblies and line formations. I miss your funny stories, even though sometimes you talk so fast that I could hardly catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt;, my love. I miss having someone to talk to about problems, always asking me how I am. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the concert, &lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/megalomaniac77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com"&gt;Gabrielle &lt;/a&gt;and I went to Mother's in St. Patrick Square at around five to eat an early dinner. Fiona and I were hungry because we ate our lunch at recess and had nothing for lunch. So we ate, and then the door opens and our principal walks in to eat there also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went all the way to Mango to grab my glasses, because heaven knows I have such a bad eyesight, and who do I bump on the way? &lt;strong&gt;Ate Rina&lt;/strong&gt;! It was rather dark while Fiona and I headed down, and then I see this couple walking towards us, and they got nearer, and the next thing I knew, someone screamed, "Patricia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was frozen for one second, then I let out a shriek. Honestly, I did that. And I go, "OMG!" and gave her a hug that could easily rival Angela's, except that no one carried the other. ;) She was with her boyfriend, and they were both there from Singapore to watch the concert too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exchanging numbers, went to get glasses and spritz some cologne, which prompted Fiona to say, "Um, we're not seeing anyone. We're just watching a concert." But heaven knows I can't deal not smelling good. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were silver sponsors, we got good seats right at the middle, but there was this overly huge guy in front of me, and I kept complaining to Fiona and &lt;a href="http://adikk.deviantart.com"&gt;Sherry &lt;/a&gt;that I can't see a thing, but luckily the guy moved a few seats to the left because he was taping the concert. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert ended half past eight. Fiona and I walked with Gabrielle to the back gate, then Fiona and I walked towards the &lt;em&gt;front gate&lt;/em&gt; to wait for our rides. Mine arrived at a quarter to nine, but unfortunately, the AC was broken so I had to roll down the windows to be able to breathe. I spotted my teachers who were participants in the concert, so I gave them a little wave too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to &lt;strong&gt;McDonalds&lt;/strong&gt; to buy &lt;strong&gt;Nico&lt;/strong&gt; chicken. I bought a &lt;strong&gt;McFlurry&lt;/strong&gt; and then a guy selling pirated DVDs went to us. Easily saw &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;, and I bought it (well, my mom did, since I was bankrupt), despite having said that I will buy the original. Haha. Anyway, I could just save a peso a day, since the DVD will be released next &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;. For sure, I'll have enough pesos by then to buy a copy! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early this morning because &lt;strong&gt;Charmagne&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Athena R&lt;/strong&gt;. were coming over to do our project. We accomplished a lot, even while we laughing at Athena's cellphone, which is so broken. We had lunch-y lunch-y and then they left to attend Christmas parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon watching a movie and pigging out (as usual). Darn... I just realized I could've studied. What a waste of a Saturday! I'll study tomorrow... wait, we're going Christmas shopping tomorrow. Oh no. I'll study in the evening... no, I'm doing my homework then! Ah, I'll just have to wake up early and study. There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accomplishment of the Week:&lt;/strong&gt; Yelling "Shut up!" at the dog, Ranger. Hey, you don't see that everyday, don't you? Yeah, well, whatever. It's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; accomplishment for the week, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go to bed... night-y night-y. Hugs and lots of love. Feeling much happier now (ish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113422732558717964?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113422732558717964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113422732558717964' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113422732558717964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113422732558717964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/12/pre-exams-blues.html' title='Pre-Exams Blues'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113386858142628058</id><published>2005-12-06T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:47:20.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is really fast approaching. Go to the malls, and you hear Christmas carols blaring from their speakers. Go to National, and you find yourself covered with Christmas decorations. Go to my home, and be blinded by the lights of our Christmas tree. Go to my classroom, and be amazed with our two tiny Christmas trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, being the materialistic person that I am, this isn't true. :p For proof, check out the title of this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go enumerate what I want for Christmas though, I have to say: I love making wishlists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue &lt;strong&gt;contacts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colorstone&lt;/strong&gt; stuff, like earrings, rings, bracelets, necklaces, and hair pieces. They're really pretty!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A copy of &lt;strong&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A copy of &lt;strong&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Windstruck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A copy of &lt;strong&gt;The Princess Diaries IV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Copies of &lt;strong&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/strong&gt; books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Canon&lt;/strong&gt; digital camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A hardbound copy of &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A hardbound copy of &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, come to think of it, ALL the books I mentioned in my birthday wishlist earlier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A huge corkboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A huge stuffed toy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A huge &lt;strong&gt;Spongebob Squarepants stuffed&lt;/strong&gt; toy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iPOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt; CD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/megalomaniac77"&gt;Meg &lt;/a&gt;to write me another &lt;strong&gt;Remus-Tonks&lt;/strong&gt; fanfic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More &lt;strong&gt;perfumes and colognes&lt;/strong&gt;! Seriously, the haul I got for my birthday wasn't enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new handbag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An original CD of the &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/strong&gt; soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An original CD of the &lt;strong&gt;Love, Actually&lt;/strong&gt; soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An original DVD of &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An original DVD of &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An original DVD of &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An original DVD of &lt;strong&gt;Love, Actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set of &lt;strong&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A silver anklet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A suit jacket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Undies with cartoon characters. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anything but bloody photo frames, or bloody figurines, because I just wouldn't know what to do with them. People who know me well knows what makes me happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a very Tonks-ish day yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was late, because this stupid deserted car was blocking our stupid driveway, I forgot my stupid lines in English, I got my stupid ranking, I bonked my head on the top of the stupid jeepney, I banged my leg in said stupid jeepney, which has now turned into a stupid bruise, I got nearly hit by a stupid basketball, I tripped over my stupid skirt as I was trying to remove them, AND I lost my stupid periodic table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, stupidity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It finally feels good that I ranted about these. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby, all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you, baby&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo and a whole lot of Christmassy love from me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113386858142628058?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113386858142628058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113386858142628058' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113386858142628058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113386858142628058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-wishlist.html' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113352905261807519</id><published>2005-12-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:10:52.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;currently feels &lt;img alt="not in the mood to blog" src="http://tinypic.com/i3hsmo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com"&gt;Gabrielle &lt;/a&gt;threatened to knock me out if I don't update my blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have anything interesting to blog about. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our annual recollection. This year, it was held in USC-TC. And there's nothing more that I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this blogging business today's getting nowhere. I'm just simply too exhausted to think coherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, there are a lot of things going on in my mind. It's like a storm in there, but sometimes, don't you get that feeling that you don't want to voice them out because of some reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113352905261807519?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113352905261807519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113352905261807519' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113352905261807519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113352905261807519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/12/currently-feels-gabrielle-threatened.html' title=''/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113300656514334349</id><published>2005-11-26T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:02:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamentations of a Starry-Eyed Twit</title><content type='html'>or, &lt;strong&gt;My Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Movie Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;is currently feeling&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img alt="happy, accomplished" src="http://tinypic.com/hu4nk8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I finally watched it! I finally watched &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;! And because I, Patty, am a dork extraordinaire, here is my ticket to prove to you that I really watched it already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hu4ntg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! See?! I told you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything school taught me about making movie reviews got thrown out of the window, so please bear with me as you read my thoughts about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The film opens with &lt;strong&gt;Nagini&lt;/strong&gt; slithering through a giant skull in the Riddle's graveyard. It really sets the mood for the whole movie. It's very impressive and dark. I like. The Riddle house looked castle-like, more impressive and scary than my mental image, which was of a regular house. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like I said, &lt;strong&gt;Barty Crouch Jr.&lt;/strong&gt; is tres hawt, even if he does that snake-like thing with his tongue. Yum. Rarr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Portkey&lt;/strong&gt; scene is even better than anticipated! It was really cool, with this whirly, vortex-ish thing to indicate they were all spinning, and there was this funny thing when all the kids hit the ground, sprawled all around, only to look up and see &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Weasley&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Diggory&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Cedric Diggory &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;3!)&lt;li&gt;The Weasley's tent looked way cool. "&lt;em&gt;I love magic&lt;/em&gt;!" Hee!&lt;li&gt;Even though we didn't see the action in the &lt;strong&gt;Quidditch World Cup&lt;/strong&gt;, I have to say that the stadium was really impressive. Brilliant lighting and people everywhere made me feel really excited. The entrance of the &lt;strong&gt;Irish Quidditch team&lt;/strong&gt; was really great, and I loved that huge poster-thing-ish of &lt;strong&gt;Viktor Krum&lt;/strong&gt; that flashed when he was introduced. I loved it when poster!Krum looked on to the real Krum flying around the stadium. Magnificent!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plus, &lt;strong&gt;Lucius Malfoy&lt;/strong&gt; looked really hot, even with the snakehead cane. &lt;strong&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;/strong&gt; looked hot in a black suit. God, this movie is so full of hot people!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The movie people really outdone themselves with the &lt;strong&gt;Dark Mark&lt;/strong&gt;. It looked mighy impressive than the one at the back of the book jacket in Book Six. It was even animated! I guess, evil as he is, &lt;strong&gt;Lord Voldemort&lt;/strong&gt; is actually pretty creative. Ha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The entrance of the &lt;strong&gt;Beauxbatons&lt;/strong&gt; students was cute. They do some sort of dance thing, accompanied by magical blue butterflies. &lt;strong&gt;Fleur Delacour&lt;/strong&gt; looked quite pretty there. I love Fleur, that's why I'm kinda disappointed she doesn't have much speaking lines. But what's with &lt;strong&gt;Madame Maxime&lt;/strong&gt;? I expected her to be large all over, but she was rather thin and VERY tall. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then the &lt;strong&gt;Durmstrang&lt;/strong&gt; students enter, and it is WAY impressive. They do some march thing, pounding their staffs on the floor, and it's really coordinated. When they reach &lt;strong&gt;Professor Dumbledore&lt;/strong&gt;, one of 'em sort of blew red flames. Very impressive. That's all I have to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I heart the &lt;strong&gt;Weasley twins&lt;/strong&gt;. They got a lot of screen time, which is really good, because they are so adorable! I love their interaction with &lt;strong&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/strong&gt; on the Ageing Potion. Krum comes in and he and Hermione share a &lt;em&gt;Look&lt;/em&gt;. By the way, I have to mention that I got sort of converted to a Krum/Hermione fan because of this movie. Their moments were so dang sweet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Champions are selected! I had to chuckle when I saw that Fleur had folded her entry into a fan. Very cute. I didn't quite like Professor Dumbledore getting angry at Harry. Yes, I know I mentioned once in this blog that it looked funny, but actually, it wasn't. Bad Dumbly. Whatever happened to gentle, caring, twinkling-clear-blue-gaze, everyone's grandpa Dumbledore? He actually slams Harry on the wall, and, like, he said in the fifth book he doesn't like to manhandle his students. Hello? Can anyone say "&lt;em&gt;hypocrite&lt;/em&gt;" here? But, well, yes... there are differences between the movies and the books, but what the hell, I don't like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rita Skeeter&lt;/strong&gt; is hilarious! I love that scene when she and Harry were in the broom cupboard. Made me go, "&lt;em&gt;ohhhh&lt;/em&gt;!" for some weird reason. She has great body language and I love that femme fatale look, even though I hate book!Rita Skeeter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the "&lt;strong&gt;Potter Stinks&lt;/strong&gt;" badges, but it looked really cool in the movie. I wish I had one of those, even though I think Harry DOES NOT STINK. I felt sad for Harry when he saw everyone wearing those badges. Cedric told him he tried to do something about the badges, which was so nice of him. Loff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ferret scene is even funnier than expected! Ferret!Malfoy is cute, and &lt;strong&gt;Professor McGonagall&lt;/strong&gt; was so funny! Yay for more McGonagall screen time. I mean, come on, it's a shame to have a very respected actress do so little in the movie. I just wished they made it a little canon and made her carry books that fall off when she realized that the ferret was a student. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry and Hermione hugging = squeal! Then Rita Skeeter had to jump in and take a photo. Harry and Hermione looked embarrassed post-hug. Viktor tells her to get lost, and I go "&lt;em&gt;ooooh&lt;/em&gt;!" because his accent is very sexeh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Hungarian Horntail&lt;/strong&gt; chasing Harry around the Hogwarts Castle, as everyone and their dogs know, is not canon, yet I loved that scene. It was breathtakingly exciting, and Harry falling off looked downright scary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Great Hall, &lt;strong&gt;Cho Chang&lt;/strong&gt; smiles at Harry, and he spits out pumpkin juice. Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Professor McGonagall has a really huge &lt;strong&gt;gramophone&lt;/strong&gt; which beats out &lt;strong&gt;Lupin's&lt;/strong&gt; in the third movie. Yes, only recently did I know that those things were called a gramophone, and I am truly pathetic, but moving on. Professor McGonagall is teaching them how to dance to avoid disgracing the name of &lt;strong&gt;Godric Gryffindor&lt;/strong&gt;, and it was quite funny when she ranted on about swans in every lady, and lions in every guy. I was trying not to laugh so loud, even more so when she called &lt;strong&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;/strong&gt; and told him to put his right hand on her waist. Ron looked so funny there! And so they danced, and everyone joined them. Very hilarious. And I loved it when we see &lt;strong&gt;Neville Longbottom&lt;/strong&gt; practicing by himself in the dormitory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Krum groupies! I love that scene by the lake when he was walking, and a dozen girls were tailing him. Ha! Adorable!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also love that part where &lt;strong&gt;Fred Weasley&lt;/strong&gt; demonstrates to Ron by asking &lt;strong&gt;Angelina Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; to go with him to the ball. Smooth, yet incredibly funny! And Fred's so cute! Then we see &lt;strong&gt;Professor Snape&lt;/strong&gt; smacking Harry and Ron. It was so funny when Professor Snape notices Harry and Ron being annoying, and he pulls the cuffs on his robes, getting ready for another round of slap-down. Hysterical! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ron's dress robes are beyond hideous, and he begs Harry to murder him. The Great Hall is covered in ice, which looks lovely and very Christmas-y, and I just have to say that Harry CANNOT dance! Sorry, Godric Gryffindor. &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt;, who came with me to the movies, got on a high when she saw &lt;strong&gt;Filch&lt;/strong&gt; cradling &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Norris&lt;/strong&gt; and swaying to the music. Fiona loves Mrs. Norris, after all. &lt;strong&gt;Hagrid&lt;/strong&gt; on Madame Maxime's chest was cute as well, and made me go "&lt;em&gt;Wheee&lt;/em&gt;!" :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Prefect's Bathroom&lt;/strong&gt; is better than I imagined! Hundreds of taps in different colors-- bloody awesome. I should make it a goal to be able to bathe in there. Then &lt;strong&gt;Moaning Myrtle&lt;/strong&gt; appears and molests Harry by looking &lt;em&gt;down there&lt;/em&gt;. Harry desperately covers himself with more bubbles, yet Myrtle continues to sidle up to Harry. Then he covers himself with the &lt;strong&gt;Golden Egg&lt;/strong&gt;. *laughs hysterically* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The underwater effects in the second task were really awesome. It was amusing to see Harry swimming quite gracefully, and Ron, Hermione, Cho and &lt;strong&gt;Gabrielle Delacour&lt;/strong&gt; looked like dolls underwater. Viktor comes as a half-transfigured &lt;strong&gt;shark&lt;/strong&gt;, which looked genuinely scary to me, and he goes off to grab Hermione and bring her to the surface. Cedric gets Cho, points at his watch, and Harry nods. Harry waits for Fleur to turn up but she doesn't, and time was about to end, so he grabs both Ron and Gabrielle, and swims for the surface, but unluckily, he was attacked by what I assumed were grindylows, but he casts the &lt;em&gt;Ascendio&lt;/em&gt; and shoots up to the lake. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The mazes are genuinely creepy. It makes up for the lack of obstacles, like the Sphinx, the giant spider, the Blast Ended Skewt, and whatever else was in the maze. The walls close in behind Harry and Cedric. Cedric looking scared is way hot, and I tear up, realizing he's going to be killed in a few screen-minutes. But this isn't the first time I tear up. Sometimes when I see Cedric looking exceptionally gorgeous, I remember the fact that he only had the end of the movie to live. :-(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fleur looks absolutely petrified. Good acting there. &lt;strong&gt;Clemence Poesy's&lt;/strong&gt; acting is really good, in my opinion. There was also a part in the second task when she looked petrified, which was really convincing and very good. Krum attacks her and the vines and the branches take her body into the maze walls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cedric and Harry spot the &lt;strong&gt;Triwizard Cup&lt;/strong&gt; and race off to get there first, but somehow Cedric falls to the ground and Harry is torn between running for the Cup or helping Cedric. In the end, he decides to rescue Cedric, and they take the cup together, which turns out to be a Portkey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Riddle graveyard once more. Harry sees the tombstone. Uh-oh. A hissing voice, well, hisses to &lt;em&gt;kill the spare&lt;/em&gt;, and Cedric got AKed, and I start tearing up! He's dead! It was heartbreaking. :-(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wormtail&lt;/strong&gt; does the flesh, blood and bones, or whatever they were scene, and it is so gruesome, especially when he cuts his own hand. I had to cover my eyes when he was about to, so I couldn't really see that scene, but I know it's gruesome anyway. Voldie rises, and it genuinely petrified me. He looked horrible, even though &lt;strong&gt;Ralph Fiennes&lt;/strong&gt; is hot, and he moves with sheer grace to where Harry was, and ranted on about how he lived because &lt;strong&gt;Lily&lt;/strong&gt; loved you, and how he could touch him already, and blah blah. Wormtail's silver hand looks pretty cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voldemort stepping on Cedric's face with bare feet breaks my heart into even more pieces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry and Voldemort duel, and &lt;em&gt;Priori Incantatem&lt;/em&gt; happens. The dome looks awesome. Lily, &lt;strong&gt;James&lt;/strong&gt;, and Cedric broke my heart again ( as if it weren't broken in the first place!) because it was so sad, particularly when Ced whispered that Harry take his body back to his parents. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry grabs the Portkey with Cedric in his other hand, and they arrive in Hogwarts. Everyone starts to cheer, including Amos Diggory, until Fleur screams in horror, and everything turns into a disaster. It was really heartbreaking to see Amos mourning over his son.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Professor Dumbledore visits Harry in the Gryffindor dormitory and says sorry for putting his life into danger. Krum gives Hermione his address, then Fleur and Gabrielle give Ron kisses on the cheek, then Hermione goes, "Everything's going to change." Then the movie ends with the Beauxbatons carriage flying off into the sunset and the Durmstrang ship submerging into the lake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew, that was long. But I enjoyed every moment of the movie. It was awesome and the best Harry Potter flick yet. It was even reported on the news that it's going to overthrow Sorcerer's Stone as the most successful movie, even. &lt;strong&gt;Mike Newell&lt;/strong&gt; did a great job, and I love the soundtrack. Yes, Fio, I heard &lt;strong&gt;Magic Works&lt;/strong&gt; and it IS heartbreaking. And poor Cedric.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The things that miffed me were that the Champions didn't have much speaking lines. I expected they were going to say a lot, but they didn't. Especially Fleur and Krum. Krum's accent is really sexy, and I wanted to hear Fleur's voice, but I was disappointed in that part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, I really did not like violent!Dumbledore. Michael Gambon portrays a different kind of Dumbledore, and so does the late Richard Harris. I miss Richard Harris already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad Sirius didn't get screen time, unless you call him in the embers of the fire "screen-time." I was compelled to shout the "OMG who barbecued my Sirius?!" line, but I didn't. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Pensieve was also impressive. I loved how Dumbledore's thoughts swirled around. And the court scene was impressive. Yes, this movie is all about hot men and impressiveness. I have to say, though. Barty Crouch Jr.'s clean look in that scene did not suit him. He looks hotter in his other scenes, where he had the dirty look. Professor Dumbledore, I also thought, looked more Dumbledore-ish in the court scene. Too bad we didn't see Bellatrix Lestrange. It would have been cool. No Narcissa Malfoy, even, since the entire house-elves plot was cut. I'm telling you, this movie may be about hot mean and impressiveness, but it genuinely lacks in the Black sisters. Gah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't remember anything else I should babble about in this so-called review, but feel free to point out some things if you want to. I need to rant... and rant... and rant...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: ano URL ng mga icons mo? It's pretty.. hope u can share - lily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hi Lily! The URLs are too many to enumerate, so you can just click View, then pick Source Code and grab the URLs. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113300656514334349?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113300656514334349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113300656514334349' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113300656514334349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113300656514334349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/11/lamentations-of-starry-eyed-twit.html' title='Lamentations of a Starry-Eyed Twit'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113274999757877459</id><published>2005-11-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:46:37.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Bullocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;is currently feeling &lt;img alt="angsty, demented" src="http://tinypic.com/hraq81.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have time to blog. Gee, what about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I STILL wasn't able to watch &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;! *&lt;em&gt;is seriously annoyed now&lt;/em&gt;* I wasn't able to go last Monday because my dear mother forbade me to watch it in &lt;strong&gt;E-Mall&lt;/strong&gt;, and no one would come with me to &lt;strong&gt;Ayala&lt;/strong&gt; to watch it. Good thing, &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona &lt;/a&gt;talked me into waiting until Friday, because by then she would watch with me. But major UNFAIR, she'll be watching it the second time, whereas it would be my first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oooh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear on my blog I have to catch it twice in the cinema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, in &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt;, we started garnishing foods, but Lord knows that I am a major disaster in the kitchen because frankly, I do not actually spend time in the kitchen handling knives and cutting things. I only go there for washing my hands, checking what the food is, and opening the fridge. And that is saying something, seeing as I pass the kitchen every time I go up or down the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday also, around this time, my dear mother told me off for perpetually using the internet. &lt;strong&gt;I do not!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, well, maybe I do, but when she told me off, I was actually doing homework, i.e. looking for suitable lines for my &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; monologue. *&lt;em&gt;starts speaking to herself in Shakespearean language&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, no. I just remembered. Tomorrow will be &lt;strong&gt;card giving&lt;/strong&gt;! Oh no oh no oh no. Oh, bullocks! What do I do now? Well, obviously I couldn't do anything since my grades are final, but oh no oh no oh no. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, yes. For sure I so did not fail &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;, because &lt;strong&gt;Marvic&lt;/strong&gt; was handing out slips for remedial classes, and I didn't get one, and they only hand out those stuff to failing people, i.e. me last year, in Math.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I got good scores in &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; this year, and I also didn't receive a slip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yipee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh no oh no oh no. *&lt;em&gt;breathe in, breathe out&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113274999757877459?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113274999757877459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113274999757877459' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113274999757877459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113274999757877459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-bullocks.html' title='Oh, Bullocks'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113247807505214692</id><published>2005-11-20T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T17:14:35.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I haven't blogged in, like, days, but that was because I really didn't have enough time in the evenings to go online. I so missed my PC and the feel of the keyboard beneath my fingers. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday, November 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my &lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt;, and I just spent evening eating dinner with family. My cousins &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Moriah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nia&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Faye&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Kyle&lt;/strong&gt; came over along with their parents. Add my brother &lt;strong&gt;Nico&lt;/strong&gt; to the crowd, and hello, we're running a day care center! Well, not so much on Faye since she's just a few years younger than moi, but the rest of the lot were... uh, not exactly our age, and spent the night pounding on the piano, or jumping on the matress, or hitting themselves with pillows. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought &lt;strong&gt;lechon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;lechon manok&lt;/strong&gt;, and this &lt;strong&gt;noodle&lt;/strong&gt; thing from the &lt;strong&gt;Manila Foodshoppe&lt;/strong&gt;. So we ate that, and halfway through the dinner, this &lt;strong&gt;FedEx&lt;/strong&gt; truck came to deliver a package to moi... books! Hurrah! Mom had this stunned look on her face and she was like, "Who'd send you a package through FedEx?" So hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday, November 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt; and I were planning a joint birthday bash, since she was celebrating her birthday on the Saturday, the same day that I would be celebrating mine with friends. We planned to hold it in &lt;strong&gt;Bigby's Cafe&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Ayala Entertainment Center,&lt;/strong&gt; so after school, Daryl and I waited for her ride in &lt;strong&gt;Brown Cup&lt;/strong&gt;, sipping iced chocolate and raspberry iced tea. Her ride was late and nearly picked us up when it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, it's such a small world. My aunt told me that Daryl's parents were &lt;em&gt;ninong&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ninang&lt;/em&gt; in their wedding, and Daryl and I were flower girls together! I told Daryl this, and she seemed to remember. Her parents also know my uncle and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got to Bigby's past six, where my mom was waiting. They discussed the details with the staff while Daryl and I had fun shopping. We went around the stores, until Daryl bought this super cute &lt;strong&gt;fairy-like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;skirt&lt;/strong&gt; from a boutique, and I bought pretty &lt;strong&gt;snowflake earrings&lt;/strong&gt; with pink stones from &lt;strong&gt;Colorstone&lt;/strong&gt;. While we were at it, I bought Daryl some &lt;strong&gt;chandelier earrings&lt;/strong&gt; to match her skirt, and she bought me a &lt;strong&gt;ring&lt;/strong&gt; with multicolored stones and a matching &lt;strong&gt;bracelet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday, November 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the awarding ceremony for the &lt;strong&gt;Ninoy Aquino Essay Writing Contest&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;USC&lt;/strong&gt;. I went to the campus with &lt;strong&gt;Regina&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/megbloom77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, who were also finalists like moi, and accompanied by &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Charisse&lt;/strong&gt;, our guidance councilor. It was super cool. We won &lt;strong&gt;a thousand bucks&lt;/strong&gt; each along with a &lt;strong&gt;P200 gift check to McDonalds&lt;/strong&gt;, plus this book titled &lt;strong&gt;Something to Think About.&lt;/strong&gt; After the ceremony, Meg, Teacher Charisse and I went to &lt;strong&gt;Jollibee&lt;/strong&gt; where we waited for our rides. Meg left ahead while Teacher Charisse was nice enough to treat me to some fries. My mom picked me up and we went back to Bigby's to give the birthday banner and stuff, and to make a few alterations to the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday, November 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the birthday bash. Daryl woke me up at &lt;strong&gt;six&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning with a text message because she was SO excited! We planned to meet at Bigby's before eleven, so I slowly got dressed and left. I arrived a few minutes past eleven to find &lt;strong&gt;Athena R&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lynde&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Judene&lt;/strong&gt; waiting on the floor below the cafe. I told them to go up already. My mom and my brother, who came from my brother's first communion, were at &lt;strong&gt;McDonalds&lt;/strong&gt;, since heaven knows Nico doesn't eat anything that isn't &lt;strong&gt;Jollibee&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;McDo&lt;/strong&gt;. Daryl arrived thirty minutes later, when more guest had arrived. Most of the people were late because of the &lt;strong&gt;Pinoy Standard Time&lt;/strong&gt; (a.k.a. late), but &lt;strong&gt;Regina&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sherry Mae&lt;/strong&gt; arrived late because of their Quiz Bowl, and &lt;strong&gt;Marvic&lt;/strong&gt; because of a radio show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We nearly occupied the entire cafe. Honestly, we had to order more food and get more tables just to accomodate people! It was so much fun seeing everyone there. Even my homeroom and Math teacher, &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Jean&lt;/strong&gt;, and my SS teacher, &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Anne&lt;/strong&gt; were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, the guys at Bigby's got out the &lt;strong&gt;Titanic treat&lt;/strong&gt; plus two plates of something made of chocolate and placed it alongside the cake. They lit the candles and sang Daryl and me a birthday song (which nearly made us deaf because they were so loud!). And then we blew the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, everyone started to leave, until a few of Daryl's friends, and my friends were the ones left. Daryl and I sorted out our gifts (we got a lot!). Then some left to catch the &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; flick, which I wasn't able to, but I swear to the heavens I will watch tomorrow. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/birthdaybash/Batch01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photo is of me and Daryl, just before the party started. The other three photos are of the long tables occupied by our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/birthdaybash/Batch02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with some of our friends and teachers (and they're all too many to enumerate! =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/birthdaybash/Batch03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our birthday &lt;strong&gt;cake&lt;/strong&gt;! Originally we wanted a cake that was &lt;strong&gt;half-blue&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;half-pink&lt;/strong&gt;, but the baker said to my mom that she tried it and it looked bad, so she compromised by putting pink icing, with blue trimmings. I don't know where &lt;strong&gt;Cinderella&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/strong&gt; came from, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second pic is of the birthday cake along with three Titanic treats and two of those chocolate stuff. In all honesty, I don't know what those are, but they had candles and had the words "&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Patty&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;Daryl&lt;/em&gt;" on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two photos were of us being serenaded by the Bigby's people. I knew mom told me they would be singing for us but I had no idea it was gonna be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/birthdaybash/Batch04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl and I blowing all the candles, and the other one is of us with our moms. The third photo is a closer look on that chocolate stuff with my name on it, before &lt;strong&gt;Miles&lt;/strong&gt; ate off the name. The last photo is again with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/birthdaybash/Batch05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with more people! That's &lt;strong&gt;Luv&lt;/strong&gt;, Daryl, me, and &lt;strong&gt;Donique&lt;/strong&gt; on the first photo, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/leaf_konoha"&gt;Tanya&lt;/a&gt;, me, and Teacher Anne on the second, me, &lt;strong&gt;Athena C&lt;/strong&gt; and Teacher Jean on the third, and Daryl with some of our guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/birthdaybash/Batch06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Miles, &lt;strong&gt;Vera&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com"&gt;Gabrielle &lt;/a&gt;on the first photo, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/megalomaniac77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona &lt;/a&gt;and me on the second (we're so pink!), &lt;a href="http://alyssaandrino.multiply.com"&gt;Alyssa&lt;/a&gt;, Miles and me on the third, and a randomly vain moment in the fourth. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a fun celebration, and we really did get some cool prezzies. Note the striked below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The opportunity to fly to London this Sunday to attend the GoF movie premiere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tickets to a November 16 showing of GoF&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All American Girl - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Meets Boy - David Levithan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Meets Girl - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can You Keep A Secret? - Sophie Kinsella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Christmas Mystery - Jostein Gaarder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic - Sophie Kinsella&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time - Mark Haddon&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood - Ann Brashares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone - J.K. Rowling&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - J.K. Rowling&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J.K. Rowling&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - J.K. Rowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - J.K. Rowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Princess Diaries IV: Princess in Waiting - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ready or Not - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Second Summer of the Sisterhood - Ann Brashares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants - Ann Brashares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teen Idol - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Undomestic Goddess - Sophie Kinsella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Veronika Decides to Die - Paulo Coelho&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;A huge, huge stuffed toy. Preferably Spongebob, but can also be in the shape of a wolf. If possible, the wolf should be pink.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;Well, it's not exactly huge, huge, but Sam gave me this super cute stuffed toy that looks like a wolf, and I've named it Moony!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Perfume / Cologne&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;You would't believe how many bottles I got!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World peace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Anything Harry Potter&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;Well, I got three books, didn't I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Colorstone earrings&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iPOD &lt;i&gt;darn!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Original Harry Potter 1-3 DVDs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nanny Diaries - Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Krauss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cash.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;Plus all of the things I got that wasn't in this list! It blows my mind! I got undies, clothes, beauty stuff, figurines, frames, rings, necklaces, bracelets, etc. Supah cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Actually, I was just joking around regarding my last question about the hungry thing. I thought you'll pay no mind, but hey! You're pretty nice after all! LOL! Take care always ate! Can I call you ate? (^_^)v - Jheca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Ummm... *&lt;em&gt;thinks it over&lt;/em&gt;* depends on how old are you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go... and happy birthday to me again! Gosh, I'm a year older already, and I'm in denial! *snickers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113247807505214692?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113247807505214692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113247807505214692' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113247807505214692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113247807505214692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113206531707058501</id><published>2005-11-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:35:17.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Actually.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;is feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="loved" src="http://tinypic.com/foqbn9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no HW for the past two days, so I borrowed Akkie's DVD of &lt;a href="http://www.loveactually.com"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/a&gt;, which stars &lt;strong&gt;Hugh Grant&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Keira Knightley&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Emma Thompson&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Alan Rickman&lt;/strong&gt;, and other British stars. I watched it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/foq9m8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the movie, even though it's a little rushed. It follows the lives of eight, very different couples dealing with their love lives set during a frantic month before Christmas. The central character is the Prime Minister, &lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt; (Hugh Grant) who is smitten with his new personal secretary, &lt;strong&gt;Natalie&lt;/strong&gt; (Martine McCutcheon). David's sister &lt;strong&gt;Karen&lt;/strong&gt;'s (Emma Thompson) marriage to &lt;strong&gt;Harry&lt;/strong&gt; (Alan Rickman) is on the rocks after she slowly grows aware of his flirtation with his employee, &lt;strong&gt;Mia&lt;/strong&gt; (Heike Makatsch). The son of Karen's recently-widowed friend &lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt; (Liam Neeson) asks for love advice about an older girl he has a crush on. &lt;strong&gt;Jamie&lt;/strong&gt; (Colin Firth) travels to France to write, where he meets &lt;strong&gt;Aurelia&lt;/strong&gt; (Lucia Moniz) and falls in love with her. Meanwhile, Harry's secretary &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; (Laura Linney) is in love with office hunk &lt;strong&gt;Karl&lt;/strong&gt; (Rodrigo Santoro) but her personal family problems get in the way. And a photographer is in love with &lt;strong&gt;Juliet&lt;/strong&gt; (Keira Knightley), who recently married his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, that's a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love the story, because it depicts the different kinds of love, and it's highly amusing. I love Emma Thompson's acting as a wronged wife. The scene where she thought Harry's gift to her was a necklace, and it turned out to be a &lt;strong&gt;Joni Mitchell&lt;/strong&gt; CD is just heartbreaking. Darn Harry for giving that necklace to Mia. Speaking of Mia, I really really hate her there, she's so annoying! Juliet's really pretty though, and I loved the scenes between Natalie and the Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such a thing as unconscious shipping? After watching this movie, I sort of shipped &lt;strong&gt;Professor Trelawney&lt;/strong&gt; (Emma Thompson) and &lt;strong&gt;Professor Snape&lt;/strong&gt; (Alan Rickman) together just because they were together in the movie! Ha! I'm really weird. Someone hit me, please. I just sort of hate how the story wrapped Harry and Karen's story. They didn't explain how the both of them dealt with the Mia issue. In the end, it was just showed that they kissed each other on the cheek in the airport. One may think they made up, but it's also possible they were just doing that for the sake of their kids. That's why today, I satisfied myself with some fanfictions on how things really wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Movie Quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around."&lt;/em&gt; - David&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"True love lasts a lifetime."&lt;/em&gt; - Karen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now which doll shall we give Daisy's little friend Emily? The one that looks like a transvestite or the one that looks like a dominatrix?"&lt;/em&gt; - Karen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The trouble with being the Prime Minister's sister is it does put your life into rather harsh perspective. What did my brother do today? He stood up and fought for his country. And what did I do? I made a papier-maché lobster head. "&lt;/em&gt; - Karen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IMHO, Karen has the best lines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And some favorite dialogues: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry:&lt;/strong&gt; Tell me, exactly, how long it is that you've been working here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; Two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, what, two hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry:&lt;/strong&gt; And how long have you been in love with Karl, our enigmatic chief designer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahm, two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, an hour and thirty minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; So what's this big news, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisy:&lt;/strong&gt; We've been given our parts in the nativity play. And I'm the lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; The lobster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; In the nativity play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisy:&lt;/strong&gt; Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello, David. I mean "sir." Shit, I can't believe I've just said that. Oh, and now I've gone and said "shit" twice. I'm so sorry, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prime Minister:&lt;/strong&gt; It's fine, it's fine. You could've said "fuck", and then we'd have been in real trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you, sir. I did have an awful premonition that I was going to fuck up on the first day. Oh, piss-it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prime Minister:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah, hello. Is, er, Natalie in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(coming down stairs)&lt;/em&gt; Where the fuck is my fucking coat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sees Prime Minister)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prime Minister:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IMHO, Natalie and the Prime Minister have the best dialogues, although I also loved Juliet and her husband's best friend's, er, "dialogue" through sheets of poster board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing extraordinary happened in school today. By the way, I joined this essay writing contest a few months ago. I blogged about it before. It's basically about &lt;strong&gt;Remembering Ninoy Aquino&lt;/strong&gt;, and I remembered I was so pressured with that because I had to work on that essay while studying for the exams, and I wasn't really satisfied with how my essay turned out. But for some reason... I became a finalist! OMGZ! OMGZ! That was SO amazing. I so did not expect it. So that was my English teachers' surprise! We're attending an awarding ceremony this Friday, at five PM, so, uh, good luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to run. It's half past ten already and I have to go to bed. Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113206531707058501?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113206531707058501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113206531707058501' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113206531707058501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113206531707058501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-actually.html' title='Love, Actually.'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113172054455040796</id><published>2005-11-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:49:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets</title><content type='html'>Thank God it's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel I did a lot of things today when actually I didn't do a lot. So let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;strong&gt;P.E.&lt;/strong&gt; earlier. My hand really hurts from throwing and catching the soccer ball. Seriously, sports just aren't for me. But I think I really improved on my throwing, because &lt;strong&gt;Manie&lt;/strong&gt; told me not to hold my hand too high in the air. We won the soccer game against the other group without me breaking into a sweat. *grins* I was about to kick the ball when one of my mateys scored a home, and we won, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We presented our sixty-second presentation in &lt;strong&gt;S.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I forgot to bring my FAN to the platform. But oh well, what's done was done. And oh, did I mention that &lt;strong&gt;MM&lt;/strong&gt; and I learned the actions just a few hours before the presentation? Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher left us on our own today in &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;, so I went with &lt;strong&gt;Julie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Shein&lt;/strong&gt; to the canteen. My &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; teacher told Shein she was gonna exhibit her portfolio for the &lt;strong&gt;PAASCU exhibit&lt;/strong&gt;, and since Shein left her portfolio at home, she had to ask her driver to bring it to school. It was fascinating to hear her babble loudly in &lt;strong&gt;Korean&lt;/strong&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By teh way, said English teacher told me she has a surprise for me. I wonder what it is? She just kept on bringing it up. I asked her, at one point, if it was a surprise for my birthday. She just pinched me on the cheek. Now she really got me curious. Julie bet that I got a high grade in my testpaper... dunno, really. But I WONDER WHAT IT IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had institutional mass at the grounds. Halfway through, it rained, so a few of us scattered to the grade school buildings. After the mass though, the rain hadn't stopped so we were forced to go to the classroom under the rain. Got wet, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I logged on today, I saw &lt;strong&gt;Ate Rina&lt;/strong&gt; was online, who didn't tell me she moved to &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; last April! We chatted for a short time and she left me a birthday card. Grool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Hey, you know any good links that offer icons? tnx! -j-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You can try some communities in &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;. And I take requests. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: I'm hungry. Are you? LOL! - Jheca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hi Jheca! Yeah, I am. Perpetually. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; By the way, I just want to announce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Need Icon Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So if you have any ideas for icons, please let me know. You can post in my Haloscan or type in my question box. I'm dying to make lots and lots of icons. &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; ones. If only I had ideas on my own. My mind is blissfully blank lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113172054455040796?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113172054455040796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113172054455040796' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113172054455040796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113172054455040796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/11/snippets.html' title='Snippets'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113162622408684957</id><published>2005-11-10T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:37:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big, Fat Crap</title><content type='html'>*blogger enters, dancing to the tune of &lt;strong&gt;Don't Cha&lt;/strong&gt; by the&lt;em&gt; Pussycat Dolls feat. Busta Rhymes&lt;/em&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little help from my friend &lt;a href="http://lavendercrunch.blogspot.com"&gt;Sheena&lt;/a&gt;, I was able to make that as my background song. I don't know, it's just catchy and amusing. I was searching for that song for AGES, back from the days that Daryl asked me to amplify her profile and put that song in her profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.iwebtunes.com"&gt;iWebTunes&lt;/a&gt;. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not done my homework yet. I just got home two hours ago (ish), because I stayed late in school. We were actually planning our sixty-second &lt;strong&gt;Social Studies&lt;/strong&gt; presentation, and then my &lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt; teacher barged in and took photos of all of us. And she made us help her on some stuff for &lt;strong&gt;PAASCU&lt;/strong&gt;. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my other testpaper in &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; today, and I did pretty good for myself, so I'm happy about that. Received my &lt;strong&gt;T.H.E.&lt;/strong&gt; testpaper, and I'm still not over the essay part. Imagine that, &lt;strong&gt;three points&lt;/strong&gt; out of freakin' &lt;strong&gt;TEN&lt;/strong&gt;, and the question was asking for my opinion! *is astounded* So how did Patty react? She got tongue-tied. I mean, seriously, 3/10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received my paper in &lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;. I passed... ish. Well, anyway, I did better on it than the last exam, and at least my teacher was nice 'nuff to give us three bonuses, which helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a funny conversation with my &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; teacher earlier, during Social Studies. Something about me "&lt;em&gt;starting to bloom&lt;/em&gt;," and that "&lt;em&gt;there's someone special in your life&lt;/em&gt;," to which I got tongue-tied again. Seeing me like that, she goes, "&lt;em&gt;How did I know&lt;/em&gt;?" with a knowing look on her face, and then she continues, "&lt;em&gt;Because I see it in the way you look at me!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can just be crazy at times (and she wanted us to tell PAASCU that!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning a little get-together on the weekend after my birthday. I'm treating some friends to lunchy-lunchy and we're gonna go watch the new &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; flick. Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.H.E.&lt;/strong&gt; got cut off by one period today because we had a general cleaning. OMG. My hand totally hurts from sweeping those dead leaves from the tree beside the faculty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little hazy. Must be the effects of those chemicals we were messing around earlier. It must've gotten to me, because I accidentally spilled a solution of &lt;em&gt;lead nitrate&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;sodium chloride&lt;/em&gt; (or something like that) earlier. Typical me. Such a klutz extrordinaire. Just call me &lt;strong&gt;Tonks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta run and finish my Homework-y. So that my mom and my teachers won't go mad-y. I tell you, I'm losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113162622408684957?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113162622408684957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113162622408684957' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113162622408684957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113162622408684957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/11/big-fat-crap.html' title='Big, Fat Crap'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113145563806278413</id><published>2005-11-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:13:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusional</title><content type='html'>Two days into the new semester, and needless to say, I survived. I knew I would. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Things are less hectic than usual, but maybe that's because the semester just started. But I'm dealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I received my &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; testpaper first thing yesterday morning, and I'm happy to announce that I got an &lt;strong&gt;86&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Over 115&lt;/strong&gt;! Yes! Dooooooood, who said I couldn't do Math? Well, uh, me. But that's beside the point, I actually passed by a margin of twenty-plus points (or something like that.! That's really an achievement in my entire Mathematical career (not that I have one). Still, it feels really really great, because I'm usually so horrible in Math. God knows that I can't solve problems or prove anything to save my life. So right now, I'm still on high, and I feel really accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received my &lt;strong&gt;Social Studies&lt;/strong&gt; testpaper today. At first, I kinda felt gleeful because I was able to reach past a hundred points. I thought it was only over &lt;strong&gt;115&lt;/strong&gt;, but I must've misheard people, because it's actually &lt;strong&gt;150&lt;/strong&gt;! But oh well, I did my best. I just really flunked on that chart analyzation and I bombed on the essay because I ran out of time. And at least my quiz scores are high (except for one). That would hopefully make up for my score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading the day I will receive my &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; testpaper. I just know it sucked, even if my teacher told me that they'll cut the perfect score so that at least we'll get a chance to pass, but I'm still dreading it. I don't want to receive my &lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt; testpaper. Like my Science one, I just know I didn't do well. It's not my best subject at all. I don't understand big, fancy, Filipino words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The testpaper I'm looking forward to receive is &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;. It's so fried chicken. My teacher even forgot to scramble the items in one test so the answers were just in order. And I feel English is my best subject, so go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, &lt;strong&gt;six&lt;/strong&gt; days to go before the &lt;strong&gt;GoF&lt;/strong&gt; movie! I just had to share, while I was eating breakfast earlier, the TV was tuned to &lt;strong&gt;Magandang Umaga Pilipinas&lt;/strong&gt;, and in their headlines was the premiere. I tried to wait for it, but then mom went out of the CR after her bath, and I had to go in (because we'll be late), and just then, the segment aired. Crapola, that sucked so much. It was probably in &lt;strong&gt;TV Patrol World&lt;/strong&gt; yestie, but I didn't watch. Oh, crap. At least I'll have dozens of images to browse through in the internet. There are &lt;strong&gt;381&lt;/strong&gt; images in &lt;strong&gt;GettyImages&lt;/strong&gt; and since &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com"&gt;MuggleNet&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.veritaserum.com"&gt;Veritaserum&lt;/a&gt; went to the premiere, they'll probably upload some as well. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, &lt;strong&gt;Faye&lt;/strong&gt;, celebrates her birthday tomorrow, so happy birthday, Faye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Wishlist &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(because one is never enough!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Autographed photos of all the Harry Potter cast.&lt;/strike&gt; Okay, I will shut up now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy Meets Boy - David Levithan&lt;/strong&gt;. Fiona and I called off our birthday exchanging gifts, so she's not getting me this one anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colorstone earrings&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Harry Potter iPOD&lt;/strong&gt;. Yep, Apple's releasing them. The &lt;strong&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/strong&gt; seal is engraved at the back of the 'POD. Kind of like the U2 editions. Or just an iPOD mini, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Original Harry Potter 1-3 DVDs&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course there are pirated copies, but I want an original one, and I don't want to miss out on the special features.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Nanny Diaries&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Krauss&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cash&lt;/strong&gt;. =p *g*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my mental wishlist vanish when I'm typing it on the keyboard? &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I haff to go now, or else my mom vill reprimand me again for being online even vhen I haff school. &lt;em&gt;Moo-oom&lt;/em&gt;, of course I finished my homework &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt;! I'm trying to be diligent zis grading period and not procrastinate so much so that my schoolwork von't pile up. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: hi, i came across your blog and i was wondering what current&lt;br /&gt;songs you`re into right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A: Hey there. :) Right now, I love listening to &lt;strong&gt;Don't Cha&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;by the Pussycat Dolls&lt;/em&gt;. It just amuses me, for some reason. I love &lt;strong&gt;Because of You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/em&gt;. Also dig &lt;strong&gt;Fix You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;by Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;, even though it's been on the charts for weeks already. Plus a dozen songs that just pop into my mind randomly. And oh, I also lurve the two songs in &lt;strong&gt;If Only&lt;/strong&gt;, and I'm perpetually singing it in my mind. &lt;strong&gt;Love Will Show You Everything&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Take My Heart Back&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;both by Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113145563806278413?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113145563806278413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113145563806278413' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113145563806278413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113145563806278413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/11/delusional.html' title='Delusional'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113118579320022518</id><published>2005-11-05T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:01:48.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I finished editing my template. You like it? *grins* Actually, it isn't that original, if you've seen my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~tonksified"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Remmy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tonksie&lt;/strong&gt; again, of course. I posted here a few months ago that I had an urge to change my template to a Remus and Tonks one, so here it is. It wasn't really part of my original plan, but at the last minute, I just decided to make it a Remus and Tonks one. And &lt;strong&gt;Potterpuffs&lt;/strong&gt;. I have a weakness for them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one day left, and I'm going back to school. I don't want to yet! I still want to laze around, wake up late, eat whenever I can and do whatever I want, but does it look like I have a choice? No. Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'll have Christmas break to look forward to. Should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG, &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; will be in &lt;em&gt;ten more days&lt;/em&gt;! *squeals* Though I'm not so sure about the countdown anymore. Maybe I got the wrong countdown for the wrong country, but anyway, it does not change the fact that next next Wednesday, GoF will finally be released! I heard some cinemas in Manila are already selling tickets. OMG OMG. I want to see it on the sixteenth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I just realized, Barty Crouch Jr. is HOT. Abso-freakin'-lutely HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, if you are a Harry Potter fan, these are the ten things you should do while watching the movie. Actually, there's more. I just picked the ten best ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;Mad-Eye Moody&lt;/strong&gt; and his funky eyepatched magical eye come on screen, promptly start singing the &lt;strong&gt;Spongebob&lt;/strong&gt; song: "&lt;em&gt;Are you ready kids?&lt;/em&gt;""&lt;em&gt;Aye-aye, captain&lt;/em&gt;!""&lt;em&gt;I can't hear you&lt;/em&gt;!""&lt;em&gt;Aye-aye, captain&lt;/em&gt;!""&lt;em&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/em&gt;!!!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the &lt;strong&gt;Yule Ball&lt;/strong&gt; scene comes, shout out, "&lt;em&gt;Hermione's dress is PERIWINKLE! Read the books, costume designers&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You may also, if you wish, bring wands and pretend to be the fairies from &lt;strong&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/strong&gt; who change the color of Princess Aurora's dress from blue to pink to blue to back again. Do this process by pointing your wand at Hermione on the screen with a friend, and arguing "&lt;em&gt;Blue&lt;/em&gt;!" "&lt;em&gt;Pink&lt;/em&gt;!" "&lt;em&gt;Blue&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After &lt;strong&gt;Cedric&lt;/strong&gt; dies, declare loudly, "&lt;em&gt;I want a taco. You know who can't have a taco? CEDRIC! Because he's DEAD!!&lt;/em&gt;" and then break into huge hysterical sobs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;Sirius'&lt;/strong&gt; head appears in the fire, yell, "&lt;em&gt;OMG WHAT THE HOWL WHO BARBECUED MY SIRIUS&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/strong&gt; introduces &lt;strong&gt;Beauxbatons&lt;/strong&gt; and pronounces it &lt;em&gt;Bow-BATT-ons&lt;/em&gt;, shout, "&lt;em&gt;Dear Michael Gambon, your French sucks. Love, BEAU-batons&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scream "&lt;em&gt;CONSTANT VIGILANCE&lt;/em&gt;!" in an ominous voice everytime &lt;strong&gt;Moody&lt;/strong&gt; comes on screen, and give maddeningly superior looks everytime you do this at the people who haven't read the books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;Cedric&lt;/strong&gt; dies, and it is confirmed that he is dead, cry out:"&lt;em&gt;Guess we should call him DEADric now&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the beginning, yell, "&lt;em&gt;This film has champions, merpeople, dragons, mad eyes, goblets, yule balls, but &lt;strong&gt;NO REMUS&lt;/strong&gt;. What's up with that&lt;/em&gt;?" You can, of course, replace Remus with Lockhart or Quirrell or whoever was in the first three movies and isn't in the fourth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During the second task, yell, "&lt;em&gt;Hey Cedric, don't bother rescuing Cho, just leave her on the bottom of the lake!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though I still have my Sem Break fever, I think I've made the most out of it when it comes to movies. I've watched a lot. I watched &lt;strong&gt;The Legend of Zorro&lt;/strong&gt;. It was SO freaking cool, and hot, and sexy. I love Antonio Banderas, Catherine Zeta-Jones and the accents. I watched &lt;strong&gt;If Only&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a certified tearjerker. It was so sad and beautiful and heartbreaking. I also cried while watching &lt;strong&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/strong&gt;. Especially with the little girl, Bailey, and the parts where Carmen felt left out. I watched&lt;strong&gt; Cadet Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;, which is this original &lt;strong&gt;Disney&lt;/strong&gt; movie. I didn't like it that much. That's all. I also watched &lt;strong&gt;Taxi&lt;/strong&gt;. I love the movie, and I can't help but wonder why people like Gisele Bundchen are so freaking tall when there are shorter people in the world. *sigh* Guess I'll never win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta go and take a bath. This template took me most of the afternoon, and dinner's starting soon. Bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: &lt;/strong&gt;Can someone please tell me how to activate your cookies? I can't comment on my shoutbox because my cookies are supposedly deactivated. *frowns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113118579320022518?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113118579320022518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113118579320022518' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113118579320022518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113118579320022518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/11/there.html' title=''/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113101869595123225</id><published>2005-11-03T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:51:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's approximately &lt;strong&gt;12 days, 4 hours, 45 minutes and 3 seconds&lt;/strong&gt; until my birthday. *whoop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done lots of wishlists, but for some reason, I have never started a Birthday one. So, now's the perfect time, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The opportunity to fly to London this Sunday to attend the GoF movie premiere. I mean, just LOOK at the spectacular attendees:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter)&lt;br /&gt;Rupert Grint (Ron Weasley)&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson (Hermione Granger)&lt;br /&gt;Afshan Azad (Padma Patil)&lt;br /&gt;Alfie Enoch (Dean Thomas)&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie Wright (Ginny Weasley)&lt;br /&gt;Clemence Poesy (Fleur Delacour)&lt;br /&gt;David Bradley (Argus Filch)&lt;br /&gt;David Tennant (Barty Crouch Jr.)&lt;br /&gt;Devon Murray (Seamus Finnegan)&lt;br /&gt;Eric Sykes (Frank Bryce)&lt;br /&gt;Frances De La Tour (Madame Olympe Maxime)&lt;br /&gt;James &amp; Oliver Phelps (Fred &amp;amp; George Weasley)&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Waylett (Vincent Crabbe)&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Rawle (Amos Diggory)&lt;br /&gt;Josh Herdman (Gregory Goyle)&lt;br /&gt;Katie Leung (Cho Chang)&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Smith (Professor Minerva McGonagall)&lt;br /&gt;Mark Williams (Arthur Weasley)&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Lewis (Neville Longbottom)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Gambon (Headmaster Albus Dumbledore)&lt;br /&gt;Miranda Richardson (Rita Skeeter)&lt;br /&gt;Predrag Bjelac (Igor Karkaroff)&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Coltrane (Professor Rubeus Hagrid)&lt;br /&gt;Robert Hardy (Cornelius Fudge)&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson (Cedric Diggory)&lt;br /&gt;Roger Lloyd-Pack (Barty Crouch)&lt;br /&gt;Shefali Chowdhury, (Parvati Patil)&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Henderson (Moaning Myrtle)&lt;br /&gt;Stanislav Ianevski (Viktor Krum)&lt;br /&gt;Tiana Benjamin (Angelina Johnson)&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Spall (Peter Pettigrew / Wormtail)&lt;br /&gt;Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy)&lt;br /&gt;Warwick Davis (Professor Filius Flitwick)&lt;br /&gt;Mike Newell (director)&lt;br /&gt;David Heyman (producer) and&lt;br /&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although this opportunity is impossible on so many levels, it's nice to dream and drool. *sigh* I so want to see Dan and Robert P. *drool* The bad part is that Alan Rickman (Severus Snape) and Ralph Fiennes (Lord Voldemort)-- two of the hottest guys in the movie-- won't be there. Oh well... guess I'll just settle for photos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Tickets to a &lt;strong&gt;November 16&lt;/strong&gt; showing of GoF. Again, probably impossible. The earliest I could watch is probably on the weekend. Sob.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Books! Well, what else &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; you expect me to say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All-American Girl - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Boy Meets Boy - David Levithan&lt;/strike&gt; - Fiona's getting me this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boy Meets Girl - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can You Keep A Secret? - Sophie Kinsella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Christmas Mystery - Jostein Gaarder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confessions of a Shopacholic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time - Mark Haddon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood - Ann Brashares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone - J.K. Rowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - J.K. Rowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J.K. Rowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - J.K. Rowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - J.K. Rowling (&lt;em&gt;must be hardbound! Gawd, imagine that thick of a book in paperback&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Princess Diaries IV: Princess in Waiting - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ready or Not - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Second Summer of the Sisterhood - Ann Brashares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants - Ann Brashares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teen Idol - Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Undomestic Goddess - Sophie Kinsella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veronika Decides to Die - Paulo Coelho&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I just mentioned the books I can think of right now, but there's more. And, Harry Potter fan that I am, I never understood why I didn't buy books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. A huge, huge, huge stuffed toy. Preferably Spongebob, but can also be in a shape of a wolf. If possible, the wolf should be &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. Don't ask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Perfume / Cologne / whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. World Peace. Come on. Can't we all just get along?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113101869595123225?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113101869595123225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113101869595123225' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113101869595123225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113101869595123225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-113077425862099509</id><published>2005-10-31T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:57:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prat</title><content type='html'>I am the biggest prat of a blogger in human history. A week of break has passed already and I have not exerted effort in changing my blog template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do this... next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-113077425862099509?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/113077425862099509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=113077425862099509' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113077425862099509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/113077425862099509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/10/prat.html' title='Prat'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112939842125003984</id><published>2005-10-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:47:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megapost</title><content type='html'>I know last night was supposed to be my last night of freedom, but I just had to see the new &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; trailer via &lt;strong&gt;Quicktime&lt;/strong&gt;. The last time I viewed it, it was in WMP, and it rather sucked because it was small and low quality. So while I'm whiling away the time, here's my megapost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intrams Aftermath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Intramurals, we tried to catch up with our lessons. Things had been difficult then, for we had to catch up, knowing that the exams were coming soon. And so we had loads of new lessons and quizzes and stuff. It was driving me insane, having to memorize things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downstream Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had our Downstream Tour first week of October. It was really fun to go out of school for even just a day. Our chaperons were &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Jean&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Krish&lt;/strong&gt;. We had four stops wherein we learned how the water is processed so that it'll be potable enough to drink. We had two cars, one is a &lt;strong&gt;mini-bus&lt;/strong&gt; and the other was an &lt;strong&gt;L3&lt;/strong&gt;. We might've been squeezed in the L3, but it was fun. I had Breanna, Cha-Cha, Julie, Shein, Nina, Ova, Marvic, Angela, Judene, Athena R, Fatty, Stephie, MM, She-She, and Lynde with me. We called ourselves the "L3" with Cha-Cha as the "Nanay," Julie, because she was the tallest, was ironically the youngest, which leaves... me as the "eldest." *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even crossed this stream, wherein I slipped and &lt;strong&gt;injured&lt;/strong&gt; my hand. I had to wear this really uncomfortable bandage for a few days until I was able to move it again. I considered it lucky though, that I brought extra jeans and had worn shorts under my jogging pants so my undies weren't drenched, that I left my hanky AND the digital camera in my bag. But it didn't matter, nearly everyone got drenched. While the others trooped to &lt;strong&gt;Tita Gwapa supermarket&lt;/strong&gt; to buy food, &lt;strong&gt;Athena C&lt;/strong&gt; and I changed into dry clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over lunch, we had a picnic. &lt;strong&gt;Lynde&lt;/strong&gt; had brought two cans of &lt;strong&gt;Century Tuna&lt;/strong&gt;, but we didn't have a can opener, so most of the L3 took turns in poking the cans with a fork. We managed to open both of them, though &lt;strong&gt;Julie&lt;/strong&gt; had a bloody finger. But, yep, it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head over to my &lt;a href="http://mysassygirl.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply account&lt;/a&gt; for loads of pictures from the Downstream Tour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Harry Potter is downloading nicely. To continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to Curls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a curlhead, always a curlhead. Just days before the Downstream, I had my hair &lt;strong&gt;permed&lt;/strong&gt;, and now it's curly. &lt;strong&gt;Korky&lt;/strong&gt; (who also recently had her hair permed) said it looked like noodles, and &lt;strong&gt;Regina&lt;/strong&gt; said that I looked like an American. I take it they like it... do you? =D It's not super curly like it was first, but nevertheless, it is still curly, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a copy from &lt;strong&gt;Gracielle&lt;/strong&gt; last Wednesday, and she brought the book over on Thursday. I told her it's a date with Harry Potter a.k.a. SemBreak reading (two weeks! Yay!), yet... since there weren't assignments, I read it. By the time I went to bed, I was already in Chapter 25. Yikes. So much for sembreak reading then. I finished it already. *grins sheepishly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl's birthday is tomorrow, Mom's is on Tuesday. Happy birthday, you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as of typing time, it's &lt;strong&gt;31 days, 5 minutes and 20 seconds&lt;/strong&gt; until my birthday. How did I know? Well, I have this Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire countdown thing on my desktop, and since GoF will open on my birthday here in the Philippines, I had an automatic countdown to my day as well! I'm overly excited for the film. Well, I'm downloading the trailer, aren't I? Can't wait for my date with Harry. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading:&lt;/strong&gt; Harry Potter 5. Again. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watching:&lt;/strong&gt; (rather peeking) HPGoF trailer. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;That Pinoy Big Brother theme. Really catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing: &lt;/strong&gt;Clothes. Do you expect me to wear a barrel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Around the Corner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more weeks and it's Christmas already! How did that happen? I have to get started in brainstorming on what to get everyone for Christmas. I could feel the economic crisis already *sigh*. And I can't wait to get to Disneyland HK. =D I just hope I wouldn't miss exams, seeing that I CANNOT miss exams for first and third gradings. Ugh. Also, I cannot wait to get gifts. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this study schedule for my exams. I have to admit, I don't really follow it but it rather helps. I devised a way to get as much sleep as possible while having enough time to study, seeing that one of my teachers told us that the best memory enhancer is &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm keen on doing well in the exams so that I could make up for my lousy grades in &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear to God, I cannot comprehend a single thing. I was supposed to study &lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Home Economics&lt;/strong&gt; today, but I ended up falling asleep. I feel guilty wasting a Saturday, but it has passed already. Have to make up for it tomorrow... tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and besides, half of the people I texted haven't even studied yet. *cough*&lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;*cough*&lt;strong&gt;Shein&lt;/strong&gt;*cough*&lt;strong&gt;Tonie&lt;/strong&gt;. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help me with my waterloo subjects, I have arranged for a four-hour tutor session with a private tutor on Monday. I hope that it will actually help, seeing that my brain cells aren't even working. My God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay, my download has just passed the 50% mark. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you know this, but I'm stressed for the exams. I had a headache yesterday, and Thursday evening I had this-- shit, nooo! I can't believe I just got cut off! What about my Harry Potter download?!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's reconnected, and my download has been spared! I'll just have to see if it continues downloading, but anyway. Yes! Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday evening, I had this urge to throw up. Seriously. That can't happen often. And I feel that I lack so much sleep, having woken up early to study *repoints at eyebags*-- oh great, my Quicktime closed! Nooo, I have to download AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it's fast. *grins happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see. Still, this is gonna be one long post. How about a quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;List 20 people you can think of right off your head:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Nico&lt;br /&gt;3. Ate Judie&lt;br /&gt;4. Ate Toni&lt;br /&gt;5. Tammy&lt;br /&gt;6. Maky&lt;br /&gt;7. Eramm&lt;br /&gt;8. Kryzzy&lt;br /&gt;9. Fiona&lt;br /&gt;10. Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;11. Korky&lt;br /&gt;12. Kimi&lt;br /&gt;13. Sherry&lt;br /&gt;14. Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;15. Marvic&lt;br /&gt;16. Miles&lt;br /&gt;17. Tonie&lt;br /&gt;18. Teacher Krishna&lt;br /&gt;19. Teacher Jean&lt;br /&gt;20. Teacher Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Through an organization I'm also in. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you honestly think of 10?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle is nutty in a good way. I really enjoy being with her. She has a wild imagination and blurts funny things out unintentionally. She's also responsible and a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever liked 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. She's a great person: funny, sweet, intelligent, and a good conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 2 and 11 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nico and Korky? Nico is 8 and Korky is like 14 or 15! But well... it could happen. They would pair nicely, seeing that both of them are playful and love watching cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 8 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's currently single, I think. That's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 9 a boy or a girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a cat. Hehe, no seriously, she's a she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 1's favorite band?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I think Mom likes The Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does 2 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What else would you call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever date 6?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maky's a girl! But if I were a guy, then yeah, I would probably date her. She's really cool and intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever date 7?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, if he asks. After all, he is a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'll have to ask the next time I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 19's last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fontanosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does 17 look like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonie has a sharp nose, nicely tanned skin and long, silky dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 10's fantasy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Gabrielle's imagination, I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 14 and 19 ever get together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. 19's already married. Furthermore, they're both women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What school does 16 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Theresa's College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What school does 1 go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She graduated already... but if I'm not mistaken, she went to San Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 9 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the exact place. Labangon, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you fight 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a reason to, but she's a good friend. Why would I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are 5 and 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No, but they're friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 20 older than you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. By... 7 or 8 years, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 18 the sexiest person alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not exactly the sexiest, but she's sexy. Miss, I'm not asking for a 90+ in my card! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my download is still not there. It's taking like, forever. I swear, the things I do for HP. Saving up for the new book... borrowing copies.... soon, I'd do just what that girl from Moldova did, which was to copy out HBP onto five notebooks because HP wasn't sold in her country and she couldn't afford to have one sent from the UK. Needless to say, that is SO cool, yet tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder hurts. I don't know why. I just found out late afternoon when my hand hurt too much to move. Probably it was because of me playing soccer Friday morning. I have used up three pads of Salonpas already. Good stuff, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just peeked in the trailer again! It looks terribly exciting. Did I say that already? =) I love the part when Harry spat what he was drinking (downright hilarious) and this scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor McGonagall:&lt;/strong&gt; Mr. Weasley, place your right hand on my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron:&lt;/strong&gt; *pause* ... what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the bad thing about this movie is that there is no Professor Lupin. I have to wait for the fifth movie to come out before I could see him again, and that could take forever! Ugherama. Ooh, I peeked again and I'm now in the part wherein Cedric Diggory gets to be picked as Champion. He looks so darn handsome. I don't understand why in Merlin's beard do Sherry and Gracielle think he is not handsome. He IS!!! He is he is he is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting about HP again. Hay, okay. I just can't stop, can I? But there's nothing else to do. Hey... I could study, but I doubt I'll be able to with constant checking to see the trailer. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I see the part when Dumbledore gets REALLY mad when Harry's name is picked... "HARRY POTTER!!!" That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point in this. I lost my original goal to inform my readers of what I've been up to and instead I'm ranting about Harry Potter. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay. Back to the main point. Mom bought a new cellphone a few days ago. It's a Japanese brand, &lt;strong&gt;Prince&lt;/strong&gt;, and looks like a &lt;strong&gt;Samsung&lt;/strong&gt; model. It's a flip phone in red, and has a rotating camera and everything. Good one for the price she got it. ;) I just hope she wouldn't regret her purchase, seeing that Prince is not a common brand here and if it gets broken, well, good luck to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yay, 75% already! I absolutely cannot wait already. It's already in the part where Harry talks to Sirius through the fireplace. And I am so tired. But it's a waste if I just let it go right now, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I know. I'll just read some fanfics to while away the time. *shuffles off to read fanfics*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shuffles back to continue blogging* I've had my fill, and it's... what, 82%? Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 90%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 96%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 100%! Done! I'm outta here! Wish me luck on my exams! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112939842125003984?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112939842125003984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112939842125003984' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112939842125003984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112939842125003984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/10/megapost.html' title='Megapost'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112930151245389640</id><published>2005-10-14T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:51:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Nice to be Back</title><content type='html'>Aaaaahhh, finally! Another new entry in my blog! So, how are my readers (ehem, that is, if you still bother to read my blog after I haven't posted for weeks!!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to explain myself. Okay, see, a few weeks ago, before October 1, I edited my template a little. That's when my entries refused to show up. Seriously! What you guys probably kept on seeing was that "Tropical Depression" entry when I made a new one (see post below). And so, I got a little lazy editing it, and I only managed to do so now. Whee, fun. And it's not even a real edit. I just changed my layout to one of Blogger's basics, but I assure you, that old template's gonna be back again soon... soon... promise! With all the goodies like the color schemes and everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I have to stop posting for a week or so, because exams are coming. Tonight's my last night of freedom, for I have to fry my brains studying in the next few days. Yay! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so missed blogging. Seriously. So, uhm, the past few weeks were really nuts for me. I had to study EVERY NIGHT... rather, MORNING *points at eyebags*. And I have loads and loads of stuff to do and lessons to understand and blah blah blah... there were so many things that happened and I could not possibly cramp them into this lousy blog entry right now. I'll have to do it after my exams. Mwahahahay. See how much I missed blogging? I'm not even making the freakingest (wait, is that a word?) sense!!!! Tralalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's nice to be back into the blogging world, really. I love my blog to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta run. See you next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112930151245389640?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112930151245389640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112930151245389640' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112930151245389640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112930151245389640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-nice-to-be-back.html' title='It&apos;s Nice to be Back'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112816018240399888</id><published>2005-10-01T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T17:49:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onset of Questions</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; sorry for not blogging lately. I've been really busy with school... did I mention about my &lt;strong&gt;Sugbuak&lt;/strong&gt; critique paper? It's giving me a right-righteous headache. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather in a hurry, so I'll just post some answers to questions that had been asked a long time ago. SO sorry for not answering them soon enough! Well, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is the capital of Vietnam? -fio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hanoi, Fio. Seriously, you're THAT bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Do you have a boyfriend or sort of? [like ka-m.u?] hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I think I don't have, but people think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Patty, how do add music to my blog? -ate cathy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Got the codes from CreateBlog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: sugbuak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Whaa, I'm not a bloody search engine *sobs*. Okay, what do you want to know about Sugbuak? That it's &lt;em&gt;Supak sa Pag-Buak&lt;/em&gt; (Against Breaking)? That it's the proposal for dividing Cebu into three provinces namely Occidental Cebu, Cebu del Sur and Cebu del Norte? That there are currently three House Bills for this, filed by Rep. Antonio Yapha, Rep. Clavel Asas Martinez and Rep. Simeon Kintanar? That my mom and I thinks that Cebu is Cebu and not just because of some people who are power hungry, they will divide Cebu so that they can rule and have their own people to rule? What?! Or that I just really oppose this proposal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Hafta run and finish my paper. I swear, if my teacher sees me now, she'll probably kill me for not doing it. &lt;em&gt;Miss, I did it naman!! I did the Series of Events Chain and the Problem-Solution Chart! See, that's something!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm turning bloody pathetic. Tah-tah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112816018240399888?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112816018240399888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112816018240399888' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112816018240399888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112816018240399888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/10/onset-of-questions.html' title='Onset of Questions'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112747867367294962</id><published>2005-09-23T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:31:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical Depression</title><content type='html'>Rather depressing Intramurals &lt;em&gt;'Tanga'&lt;/em&gt; Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost four games *sigh*! &lt;strong&gt;Four&lt;/strong&gt;! Way sad! We lost in badminton, chess, soccer and scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final score in &lt;strong&gt;soccer&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;0-1&lt;/strong&gt;. The rivals scored one home just before that umpire announced that it was all over. If there wasn't a time limit or whatever you call that, we could've easily won it back. So, so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this is exactly what happened, but people say that other year levels have been cheering on the &lt;strong&gt;chess &lt;/strong&gt;match, which is extremely forbidden as it distracts the players. But still, seriously, the cheering could've also distracted the rival team, so it doesn't make sense on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in &lt;strong&gt;scrabble&lt;/strong&gt;, the players got confused in the schedule. They went late, and the match was forfeited. Which is majorly UNFAIR (to me, seeing as that I am absolutely clueless on sports. Nyaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least the &lt;strong&gt;softball&lt;/strong&gt; team won, even if &lt;strong&gt;Kimi&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't able to play. She's the catcher, and she somehow injured her hand. I missed her presence on the field. She's one of the best, and I'm not saying that just because she's my friend. I said that because she's going to treat me tomorrow... hehe, joke, Kims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm starting to feel less guilty on being such a prat, because I have now started my critique paper! Applause! &lt;strong&gt;Finally&lt;/strong&gt;. It was about time, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I ate less than what I ate yesterday. I only drank a mango-lychee shake and lunch. Not bad. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, depressing. =c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: was bella ever married? if not... then, andromeda is a lestrange, right? sam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, Bellatrix is married to &lt;em&gt;Rodolphus Lestrange&lt;/em&gt;. She and her sisters &lt;em&gt;Narcissa&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Andromeda&lt;/em&gt; were all born Blacks, until, of course, they got married to Rodolphus, &lt;em&gt;Lucius Malfoy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Ted Tonks&lt;/em&gt; respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: can u send me copies of dvds, cuase i live in the us and some of the dvds you already have are still in theaters and i REALLY wnat them.. i will even pay you!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Um, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't think I can do that, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Anak, given a xanga site, where would you put this questions thing? it's really cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I'd place this under the chatterbox, but of course, Xanga's really strict, so I guess you can place it on top of your Xanga. I was supposed to suggest on the bottom of the xanga site, but people wouldn't notice it until they scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112747867367294962?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112747867367294962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112747867367294962' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112747867367294962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112747867367294962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/09/tropical-depression.html' title='Tropical Depression'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112738764483670292</id><published>2005-09-22T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:14:04.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Procrastinator</title><content type='html'>I'm the worst procrastinator in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I've &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; been a procrastinator, no doubt about it. It's just that it's getting worse. But I have a suspicion that it is brought about by the &lt;strong&gt;Intramurals&lt;/strong&gt;. We haven't had regular classes for a few days already (which is good), but schoolwork is starting to pile up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to do this paper on the &lt;strong&gt;Sugbuak&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;S.S.&lt;/strong&gt; and it has been assigned to us a month or so ago, and it's due in October, and yet I haven't written a single word *hides under a rock*. Also, I'm having a hard time in my research, seeing as the results in Yahoo and Google are latest ones, and they don't really mention the information that I need, the back-up stories, etc. Which, I guess, makes me always put it off. I've been telling myself weeks ago that I need to start the damn paper already, but I just couldn't. Bad. &lt;em&gt;Bad&lt;/em&gt; Patty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have two projects for (ugh) &lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;. Which I don't really have the heart to do. Whatever the hell happened to my so-called determination to do better in school?! One is a book report for a Filipino short story and it's due next week. Yet I haven't read a book, let alone HAVE a book. This is sad, I tell you! And I also have to make a movie review on the movie we watched a month ago, titled &lt;strong&gt;Abacada...ina&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a good thing my Filipino teacher, Mdme. Sales changed this from an individual project to a group project. So I have to make only the "&lt;em&gt;disenyong pamproduksyon&lt;/em&gt;" which doesn't even make sense to me. WHAT in sweet Malfoy's name is that? It's also due next week and... there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I have to make an outline for the assigned act in &lt;strong&gt;Macbeth&lt;/strong&gt;. Also due next week. And I have not written a word! Ohmimama. I now feel like slapping myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, another journal in &lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;. On the difference in boys and girls. Aaaargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do know, that I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to do all this stuff before next week hits, but admittedly, there are a lot of things I would much rather do. Things I actually wanna do, like writing (or in this case, blogging), reading, eating, sleeping, and watching DVDs. So many temptations. Sigh. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no connection whatsoever to post above, I'm currently reading three books. One is the fifth Georgia Nicolson book, &lt;strong&gt;Away Laughing on a Fast Camel&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Sophie's World&lt;/strong&gt;, which got a little more exciting; and &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; six. Yes, deal with it. I'm reading it again, but this time, on the book! YES! I finally bought my own copy yestie. Oh yes, I may sound truly pathetic but I only got my copy yesterday *sticks tongue out*. Anyway, it doesn't matter. What matters is, I have my own copy! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-&lt;strong&gt;Fingalls&lt;/strong&gt; and I also composed this song yestie. It's kind of an imitation to one of the songs of the years above us. The original song goes like this (I think. I don't have lyrics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musso plus Lini equals Teacher Mussolini. Kung siya ang Presidente, ma-dato na mi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Musso plus Lini equals Teacher Mussolini. If she's the President, we would be rich&lt;/em&gt;.-- It's because Teacher Mussolini, Fiona told me, is actually the economics teacher.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our own Harry Potter version goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seve plus Rus Snape equals Teacher Severus Snape. Kung siya ang DADA teacher, mangamatay na mi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Seve plus Rus Snape equals Teacher Severus Snape. If he's the DADA [&lt;/em&gt;Defense Against the Dark Arts&lt;em&gt;] teacher, we would all die!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun! Ha-ha. We're really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today's actually the first day of Intramurals. Fun (ish). We had our cheering exhibition, and I must say, our paraphenelia looks way, way awesome. We sewed 'em ourselves. One is a headband, wherein we glue-gunned a strip of white ribbon, where we sewed the beads and the sparkly stuff. The others are two bracelets, one in white and one in blue. Actually they're hair clips, wherein we sewed beads and the sparkly stuff to. They look &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; nice in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was pretty weird, raining and shining, and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/megalomaniac77"&gt;Meg &lt;/a&gt;ended up sick. Actually, she WAS sick in the first place. But she fell really sick so &lt;a href="http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com"&gt;Gabe &lt;/a&gt;called her mom and asked her to pick Meg up. We watched a couple of games, like the varsity team versus a rival school in &lt;strong&gt;volleyball&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kimi&lt;/strong&gt;'s team in &lt;strong&gt;softball&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Miles&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;a href="http://adikk.deviantart.com"&gt;Sherry's &lt;/a&gt;team in&lt;strong&gt; soccer baseball&lt;/strong&gt;. The rival school won, sadly, but Kimi's, Miles and Sherry's team won anyway, which is &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; cool. Our year's team in scrabble also won, so congratulations should be said to my friends &lt;strong&gt;Julie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Vera&lt;/strong&gt;, and the rest of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up eating quite a lot (which hurt our pockets!). First it was a footlong cheesedog and a bottle of iced tea, then pizza (which was shared between me, Fiona and Gabe), then when I went home I ate a pack of Nova. Ohmygawd. I have to stop eating so much! This is bad! Actually, since September started, I've been eating quite a lot, and I really should stop since it'll make me fatter than I am. Don't people realize that? I mean, when I tell my friends I'm fat, they always retort "If you're fat, what am I?" or "Stop complaining and consider yourself lucky!" Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm going on a diet after Intrams. And wait before you jump to conclusions. "Diet" in my book doesn't really mean anything but go back to your old eating habits. Which simply means, to put it shortly, "&lt;em&gt;no trips to Angelica's or Brown Cup after school&lt;/em&gt;." That's all! Seriously! I'm not about to skip meals or start eating less, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, mom's arrived. Have to go down and eat din-din. See you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: can i add you up in my blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ooh, I just realized, there are boxes of &lt;em&gt;GoNuts donuts&lt;/em&gt; in the fridge! Hmm... why are you looking at me like that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112738764483670292?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112738764483670292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112738764483670292' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112738764483670292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112738764483670292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/09/professional-procrastinator.html' title='Professional Procrastinator'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112696405859600505</id><published>2005-09-17T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T21:34:19.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Intramurals&lt;/strong&gt; (themed as &lt;em&gt;Pakiglambigit &lt;/em&gt;this year) will be a five days from now. Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said before, my batchmates and I have been practicing nonstop. And I just have to tell you about Thursday. Since a section is going to have their recollection on Friday, we had our whole-day practice Thursday. Literally. We practiced from 8:20 a.m. to 10:00 a.m. then 10:20 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. and then &lt;strong&gt;straight&lt;/strong&gt; (I mean it. No sitting down for more than a few minutes. Five at the most) from 12:40 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. Gawd! What are they trying to do to us over there? Kill us? And furthermore, I went home by myself, which involved, oh, I don't know, &lt;em&gt;walking&lt;/em&gt;. I had a hard time walking when I reached home. Sheer torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was better, in the standing-up aspect. We didn't have classes even if we only practiced at 10:20 a.m. - 12:00 p.m. and half of the afternoon. The other half we spent cleaning the campus *twitch*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it shortly, it was a really long week for all of us. You can actually see people tired and all sweaty and majorly grumpy. Get a grip, you guys! Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second time in my life, I subscribed to the &lt;strong&gt;Globe unlimited&lt;/strong&gt; thing. And I actually had fun texting a lot of people including &lt;strong&gt;Shein&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tonie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/MEGalomaniac77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;, etc. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was supposed to go to the mall with &lt;strong&gt;Pearl&lt;/strong&gt; to buy Intrams things like we usually do. But unfortunately for me, she already went into the theater with &lt;strong&gt;Edjie&lt;/strong&gt;. They watched &lt;strong&gt;LoveStruck&lt;/strong&gt;. They will probably kill me for saying this, but I wasn't interested in the film. Furthermore, I'm broke. So instead, I wandered the mall by myself, and for some reason I couldn't find a good shirt or belt or hat for intrams. Will have to ask my dear mother to go with me to the mall probably tomorrow. Instead, today I just bought a pack of kiamoy from &lt;strong&gt;Aji Ichiban&lt;/strong&gt; and a book, which I'm currently reading. With my savings, mother, okay? Not with the spending money you gave me for today. God, I really am an expensive daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading &lt;strong&gt;Sophie's World. &lt;/strong&gt;Contrary to other books, I'm reading this slowly. I'm a fast reader, but I actually want to understand the book on my first read, so there. And barely ten pages into the book and I am amazed. A lot of things written there really made me think. I feel compelled to get a highligher and highlight the learnings I've picked up, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Or maybe I should use pencil? Heh-heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current LSS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cool - Gwen Stefani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buses and Trains - Bachelor Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take My Heart Back - Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently Watched DVDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monster-in-Law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice Princess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter 3 (YES! I watched it AGAIN! Deal with it! =p )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is the formula for water? -fio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: H2O. As in, H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In case you're wondering why I answered that, well, Fio's classroom's Science corner featured jokes about Science. And they're so corny! Below are a few examples:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: Why do Chemists prefer nitrates?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because they're cheaper than day-rates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: If you see a dead scientist, what should you do?&lt;br /&gt;A: Barium (as in, bury him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: What does a doctor do to a sick person?&lt;br /&gt;A: Helium (as in, heal him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112696405859600505?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112696405859600505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112696405859600505' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112696405859600505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112696405859600505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/09/anything-goes.html' title='Anything Goes'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112671146464271718</id><published>2005-09-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:01:57.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babble</title><content type='html'>It's 10:54 in the evening and here I am. =) Nothing to be guilty about though, as tomorrow we will not have classes, but we'll be cheerleading the entire day! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my blog's out in the know, my family has been reading what I've written here. Yay! Just what I need. It doesn't mean I'll be shutting up soon, though. I'll still continue to babble and babble and babble here absolutely whatever I want... after all, I'm allowed to, aren't I? It's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I babble about? Ooh, yestie, I went to my aunt's and uncle's and lola's house right after school and I was still in my uniform and my pigtails (thanks to my seatmate). My uncle's sister who's living in the US had sent goodies, so I got branded loafers. They're a little hard but they fit just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I had a CD burned from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/vampygurl07"&gt;Lora&lt;/a&gt;. It took her &lt;em&gt;two weeks&lt;/em&gt; to give it to me! But, oh well, it's worth it. I guess. I mostly had her burn songs I heard were nice, but have not actually heard them. So there. I'm currently having an LSS on the &lt;strong&gt;Full House OST &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Geh Deh Ji Geum. &lt;/em&gt;I barely understand it and yet, I was really hit by the song. Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, by the way, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/MEGalomaniac77"&gt;Meg &lt;/a&gt;finally finished my fanfic! It's a... uh, &lt;strong&gt;Lupin and Tonks&lt;/strong&gt; one. See! *points finger at you* I told you I'm still not over them!! I told you a million times... wait, this is becoming familiar. Tonks, is this me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my co-&lt;strong&gt;Fingalls &lt;/strong&gt;(um, it's this group formed by the SPUD members. To shorten it, this group is just made up of supporters of guy-on-guy fictional characters ships. Although do not ask me how come I got in there. I don't support guy-to-guy. I'm guessing I got initiated by that innocent comment I made while watching a scene between two men in &lt;strong&gt;The Great Raid&lt;/strong&gt;) call me Tonks. We've started calling each other by &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; characters. Isn't that fun (ish)? So now I'm Tonks, &lt;a href="http://adikk.deviantart.com"&gt;Sherry &lt;/a&gt;is Moony, Miles is Padfoot (or Snuffles), &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona &lt;/a&gt;is Wormtail, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/leaf_konoha"&gt;Tanya &lt;/a&gt;is Cho Chang, Meg is Bambi (or Prongs) and Regina is Angelina. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Tonks, I'm kinda becoming like Tonks! Earlier today, I was in front of my mirror when my mother knocked on the door. As I went to answer her, I tripped on this scotch tape dispenser and nearly fell to the floor. Ten seconds later, I tripped again. Seriously. My foot hurts a lot. And did I mention that I injured my finger last week by accidentally cutting myself with the cutter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, I had dysmenorrhea but I couldn't bear myself to miss classes like I did last year. So for my first two periods (SS and Math), I looked like an eejit and I was moaning and groaning in pain. Good thing my teachers were nice about it. Mdme. Fontanosa just let me sit on the chair while the others were on the floor working on problems, and Ms. Mendoza said she'll try to get warm water from the faculty room and put it on my &lt;em&gt;puson&lt;/em&gt; (in a bottle or something, of course) or whatever you call it in English. Which she didn't, but I appreciated the concern anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay, I did babble! Wheeee! Fun! But it's getting late, and I hafta go and sleep and try to get rid of these eyebags. Ugh, tres horribles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Oi. Pat, Want me to make ya a web banner? ~AKI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure. Talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: So, you miss dining at Mooons'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Clearly stated... &lt;em&gt;mom&lt;/em&gt;? You're reading this! Yay... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: &lt;/strong&gt;As I was reading Ate D's blog, I realized that &lt;strong&gt;Grandparents' Day&lt;/strong&gt; had just passed! A belated Happy Grandparent's Day to &lt;em&gt;Lola Mat&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Lora Serie&lt;/em&gt; (who is up in Heaven right now and whom I miss so much) and of course to my&lt;em&gt; Lolo Nelie&lt;/em&gt;! While most kids I know are daddy's girls, I'm more of a grandfather's girl *wink*. My Lolo Nelie always spoils me a lot and buys me stuff. I always had this theory that I'm his favorite granddaughter because... well, I'm the first one. He even compares my little cousin &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; to me. How I'm such a nice girl whereas Lynn is "bad." Too bad for Lynn. Hah-hah. Well anyway, another Happy Grandparent's Day goes out to them. And I really have to go now. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112671146464271718?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112671146464271718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112671146464271718' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112671146464271718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112671146464271718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/09/babble.html' title='Babble'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112645117396562462</id><published>2005-09-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:23:14.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like red &lt;em&gt;kiamoy&lt;/em&gt;. And brown. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like the leaf thing with the &lt;em&gt;lechon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like my &lt;strong&gt;McDonalds'&lt;/strong&gt; French Fries with &lt;strong&gt;McDonalds'&lt;/strong&gt; gravy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like the vanilla-cinnamon drink from &lt;strong&gt;Dessert Factory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can eat 8+ (that's an estimate) pieces of siomai in one sitting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like &lt;strong&gt;V-Cuts&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nova&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like &lt;strong&gt;Lime Mentos&lt;/strong&gt; the most. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like chocolate but I prefer strawberry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like &lt;strong&gt;Lipton&lt;/strong&gt; green tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drink an average of two glasses of iced tea every single day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought it was pork, but now that I've really thought about it, I mostly eat beef. Why? Our school cafeteria always have: &lt;em&gt;Beef with Oyster Sauce, Beef with Mushrooms, Beef Stew, Beef with Broccoli&lt;/em&gt;, and so on. Sad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's been forever since I last ate at one of my favorite restaurants, the &lt;strong&gt;Mooon Café.&lt;/strong&gt; And...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;... I missed the &lt;em&gt;capiseños&lt;/em&gt;. Mom, are you reading this?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drink milk with strawberry syrup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only fish I'll eat is &lt;strong&gt;Century Tuna&lt;/strong&gt;. Chunks in Water, to be exact.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This week was probably the week wherein I ate the most. This was due to the fact that I went to &lt;strong&gt;Angelica's&lt;/strong&gt; every day after school with Fiona. Last Monday, I had a tuna bun and coffee. Tuesday and Wednesday I had cheese rolls and cups of iced tea. Thursday I had an iced tea and a blueberry cheese cake. Oh my, something has got to give!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the result is, I now feel fatter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I guess I should mention that:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are dark circles under my eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am absolutely tired with cheerleading practices the entire week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have unconsciously referred Gary Oldman as &lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; Gary Oldman. I noticed it while watching &lt;strong&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/strong&gt; on DVD earlier, and whenever I see him, I go, "Oh, there's my Gary Oldman!" &lt;em&gt;Dio mio&lt;/em&gt;! What is happening to me and where did THAT come from?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have admitted it ages ago and I'm admitting it again: I'm mean. And bitchy. Really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not been online for a week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In connection to number sixteen of the previous list, this was the week wherein I spent the most.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the result is, I don't have savings for this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh. Argherama. &lt;em&gt;Zoot allors&lt;/em&gt;. This is sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What is 2 + 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Er, I should know the answer to this one. I didn't get an 81 in Math for nothing (harhar).  &lt;em&gt;Quattro, &lt;/em&gt;correct? =p Hmm, let me guess. &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fio&lt;/a&gt;, you're the one who asked this quessie, &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Wotcher, Pahte! How did you get this thingy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Wotcher, &lt;a href="http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;! Got it from Response-O-Matic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112645117396562462?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112645117396562462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112645117396562462' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112645117396562462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112645117396562462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/09/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112567603711814922</id><published>2005-09-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:47:17.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee, When Did I Last Blog Again?</title><content type='html'>(&lt;em&gt;I know. It's a crappy title but I couldn't think of anything else.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little preview on what's been happening in my life nowadays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 27 August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my grades. Suffice to say, I was pretty amazed that I managed to survive with an 81 in Science and Math. 81!!! That's something already! I usually get lines of seven in these subjects. Hahahaha *laughs evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My History and English grades are a different matter, though. How come I only got 85 in these subjects? I so do not understand. At all. I know I do good at these subjects, but somehow I'm not satisfied with my 85. Tell me something, am I really just not satisfied or am I just ungrateful for getting an 85? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 29 August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no classes because of the National Heroes Day thing. Yipee. I spent most of the day watching DVDs. But something really got me annoyed that day. My aunt just stormed in the middle of my DVD marathon and told me that my uncle (her hubbie-- same one I got annoyed to over the DVD-buying thing) was coming over, and &lt;strong&gt;is going to sleep in my freaking room with the freaking aircon on. &lt;/strong&gt;Can you just &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; that? I mean, seriously. I don't even get to use the aircon during the day (except when I have friends over) and he wants to sleep in &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; room with the aircon &lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt;. So you could see why that got me miffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mom told me that I should just be polite to people who annoy me (most especially those older than me, and that includes my aunt and uncle). So I didn't say anything. Because they're &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 30 August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linggo ng Wika na naman!&lt;/em&gt; Oh, yes. Originally I was supposed to wear that dress with the big sleeves, but it was so hard to find one! And my uncle (the other one) was not in town to make me a dress. So what happened? I had to improvise. Mom and I went to the mall and bought this floor-length, black and white lacy skirt, and I paired it with a pristine sleeveless turtleneck, a black shawl and white flats. I probably looked like I just came from a funeral, but whaddaheck. My only concern was that it wasn't really &lt;em&gt;Maria Clara&lt;/em&gt;, but more like a modern version. Especially with the ballet flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 31 August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We presented the entire play, &lt;strong&gt;Merchant of Venice&lt;/strong&gt;. Hurrah. Like I said before, I didn't have any roles so I was in charge of music. It was not really horrible but it was bad. A member of my group had not been present in ALL the practices, had not memorized the lines, AND had no costume, so we ended up deleting her role. But some of the cast forgot their lines... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 02 September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was pulled out from my classes in the afternoon because my brother and I had to go to the &lt;strong&gt;DFA&lt;/strong&gt; office for personal appearance, before we get our passports. I wasn't really that sorry to miss &lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;, since I hadn't studied for that quiz (because I did not understand the lesson), but I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; sorry to miss &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;. Science, because the current topic is complicated and I know I'm going to have a hard time catching up with what I missed. History, because we've been discussing something really fascinating, and I missed a part of it. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people in the DFA office. Seriously. It's a good thing my mom had an appointment so we were luckier than most of the people there waiting. Teehee. We've only been there for fifteen minutes and then we went to the mall. I guess mom was starving due to the fact that she had not eaten lunch, and me, I took an early lunch so I was also starving by then. We ate at Sbarro's, a big plate of lasagna and a big plate of pizza, all of which we shared. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest DVDs are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wedding Date&lt;/strong&gt;- Debra Messing and Dermot Mulroney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/strong&gt;- Johnny Depp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/strong&gt;- Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth About Love&lt;/strong&gt;- Jennifer Love Hewitt, Dougray Scott and Jimi Mistry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must Love Dogs&lt;/strong&gt;- Diane Lane and John Cusack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sky High&lt;/strong&gt;- Michael Angarano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bewitched&lt;/strong&gt;- Nicole Kidman and Will Farrell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm dying to grab a copy of:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/strong&gt;- Kyun Woo and Ji-Hyun Jun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/strong&gt;- Alexis Bledel, Amber Tamblyn, America Ferrera and Blake Lively&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/strong&gt;- Christian Bale and Katie Holmes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Only&lt;/strong&gt;- Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and as I bought some of these DVDs, I noticed a copy of Harry Potter. The whole three movies. I totally go, whoa, but I promised myself I would buy the original copy. Heh-heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Current Song: &lt;strong&gt;Pale September&lt;/strong&gt; by Fiona Apple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hay... so tired. Outta here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112567603711814922?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112567603711814922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112567603711814922' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112567603711814922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112567603711814922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/09/gee-when-did-i-last-blog-again.html' title='Gee, When Did I Last Blog Again?'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112531249080311662</id><published>2005-08-29T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:48:10.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Blog!</title><content type='html'>This time last year was when I created my beloved bloggie. And admittedly I have grown attached to it. It's part of my life now. And so, I would like to greet it a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BLOG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the bestest blog in the entire world, for me, and yes, you did change my life in a way ;) . I've shared quite a lot in the year that I had you, and you simply rock! And I know you're always there for me when I need to let out. I hope our blogger-and-blog relationship will go a loooong way. Love you, blog, and may you have many more years to come! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here is my first question to that thingy I've placed on my blog:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION: &lt;/strong&gt;Did natalie Imbruglia portrayed ToNks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER: &lt;/strong&gt;In the picture, yes. The role of Tonks for the fifth movie has not been casted yet. But Natalie for Tonks is one fine choice, I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112531249080311662?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112531249080311662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112531249080311662' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112531249080311662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112531249080311662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-blog.html' title='Happy Birthday, Blog!'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112498291920160510</id><published>2005-08-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:15:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And she blogs...</title><content type='html'>... a week, a controversial issue, pounds of homework,  large doses of iced tea, a million packs of Sky Flakes and undeniably huge eyebags later. Seriously, I need to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to say in this blog anymore. At times I find myself on the Create Post page, to no avail. Whaaa, school is corrupting my mind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Last weekend (was it really just last weekend?), &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/MEGalomaniac77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com"&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/a&gt;, Meg's cousin Randy and I watched &lt;strong&gt;The Great Raid. &lt;/strong&gt;I originally wanted to see &lt;strong&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/strong&gt;, but I was outvoted. But it was a fair trade since Gabe treated me anyway to popcorn. And it was a fun movie, especially the part where the soldiers crawled and we get to see their butts wiggle. And of course, the explosion thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom picked me up at around six, and I begged her to watch Charlie with me. She won't, but instead, she bought a &lt;strong&gt;DVD&lt;/strong&gt; player. So now we have one. Yipee! Tres cool. Then she treated me to dinner, and a foot reflex. Yay! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be any classes tomorrow, and I'm going to have friends over. We're going to have two play productions, one of which is &lt;strong&gt;The Merchant of Venice&lt;/strong&gt; by W. Shakespeare. In which I wrote the script. All I could say when &lt;strong&gt;Julie&lt;/strong&gt; started to hand out roles was, "Oh, no, not me!" because believe me, it was hard writing that script. *sigh* If I knew this schoolyear's going to be this tough, like Gabe, I would have asked for five more brains, five more hands, and etc. I even SLEPT on my notebook last night, trying to study for a quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;strong&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/strong&gt; on DVD tonight. It was a fun movie, and &lt;strong&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/strong&gt; make such a cute pair! The sad thing though, was that while I was watching, my uncle barged in to come and take the DVDs we already had watched. And then he saw three DVDs my mom and I had bought and he totally went, "Why did you bother buying these DVDs when I already have them?" and he said in in this way that &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; annoyed me. At first I didn't answer, just kept on watching the movie, until I got really irritated and said, "So what?" And then he got major annoyed and went, "So what &lt;em&gt;nga&lt;/em&gt;!" and grabbed all his DVDs and walked out. Hmph. I'm still a little miffed with that one. I mean, it's really &lt;em&gt;so what. So what&lt;/em&gt; if my mom and I bought those DVDs, even if he already has them? Is that a crime or something? Jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change my template soon. It's another personalized one. Well, semi-personalized to be honest... I'm slowly polishing it, and I don't know, honestly, when I'll be able to put that up. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodnight... I'm absolutely drained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112498291920160510?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112498291920160510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112498291920160510' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112498291920160510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112498291920160510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-she-blogs.html' title='And she blogs...'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112437331380931120</id><published>2005-08-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:55:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>Marz's tag, saying that I haven't been updating for a loooong time, hit me. But, like, I don't have anything to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sleepy! I wanna go to bed already, but my &lt;strong&gt;S.S.&lt;/strong&gt; teacher is keeping me awake doing homework, which is this acrostics thing that I knew I should've done last night. I look at what I typed so far, and it's crappy shit. But I can't think of anything good! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; diagnostic test, and, well, I'm &lt;strong&gt;Excellent&lt;/strong&gt;! Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;... and I got my &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; diagnostic test, and... I'm &lt;strong&gt;Low Average&lt;/strong&gt;. *twitch*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today was my turn speaking in front of the class for &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;. Suffice to say, I survived. I'm typing this entry right now, aren't I?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I failed my &lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt; exam, seriously. I am not even kidding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also failed my &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; test. No big surprise there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm feeling guilty over typing this entry when I know I should be doing homework. Argh, it's haunting me like crazy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting worried, because as I reread what I typed for this entry, it's all about &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;. Is this good, or bad?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112437331380931120?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112437331380931120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112437331380931120' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112437331380931120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112437331380931120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/08/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112367928086865384</id><published>2005-08-10T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:08:00.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Song Syndrome</title><content type='html'>*sighs happily* I missed updating my blog, but I just cannot find anything to blog about. I'll probably blog this weekend, but for now, here's my current LSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay- Cueshé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't let the moment pass us by&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't wait for the water to run dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we only have one shot at destiny&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;Could it possibly be you and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if you'd still go, I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Would you give me something just to hold on to?&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll stay, I'll hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm truly, madly, crazily in love with you&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;img src="http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/images/smilies/lovesigh.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has come&lt;br /&gt;For us to go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;God forbid&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is going crazy today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;Feel so numb&lt;br /&gt;I'm having nightmares but im awake&lt;br /&gt;Help me lord&lt;br /&gt;Fight this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Take this pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd still go, I'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Would you give me something just to hold on to?&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll stay, I'll hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm truly, madly, crazily in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hoping that you would come back home&lt;br /&gt;Don't care how long, but I'm willing to wait&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm truly, madly, crazily in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112367928086865384?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112367928086865384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112367928086865384' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112367928086865384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112367928086865384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-song-syndrome.html' title='Last Song Syndrome'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112341653647072538</id><published>2005-08-07T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:08:56.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Urge...</title><content type='html'>I would've traded my current blogskins with a Lupin-Tonks one by now, provided that (1) I actually found one and/or (2) I have time to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This obsession is sick! Sick, I tell you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112341653647072538?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112341653647072538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112341653647072538' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112341653647072538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112341653647072538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/08/urge.html' title='An Urge...'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112334761224838037</id><published>2005-08-07T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T01:00:12.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Expensive Daughter Strikes Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: Contains a few HBP spoilers.&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry, I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whee, exams are finally over. You have no idea how happy that made me, but I'll tell you anyway. It's because of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Not waking up at freaking three a.m. to freaking study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Not freaking studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, yes, I am very happy.  But I felt that I sucked in my exams. I studied hard, but I think I must've overlooked a few things, because these few things happened to appear in the exams and I don't know them. Tres horribles. I just want to get a freaking good score! Aargh!! *frustrated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mom didn't have any work, so first off we went to my Uncle's house to give him an entire case of &lt;strong&gt;Revicon Ion&lt;/strong&gt;. Then we hit the malls. I was actually not in the mood for shopping, but of course, being born with the gift of being the expensive daughter, I still managed to empty my mother's pockets (or was it burn her credit card? Gee, I don't know.) . My mom was actually nice enough to buy me a new blouse, and even offered to get me sandals, to which I said I preferred jeans, but still zilch, because I haven't been able to find a good pair of jeans NOR sandals. She also treated me to lasagna and potato stars in Greenwich, and oh, she also bought me a new &lt;strong&gt;Timex&lt;/strong&gt; watch. Plus, she told me she's getting me an &lt;strong&gt;iPOD&lt;/strong&gt;! Whoa. Talk about generous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I need to mention is that I'm still not over &lt;strong&gt;Lupin and Tonks&lt;/strong&gt;, and I've been looking for Lupin-Tonks fanfictions. I just need to ask you though (well, HP fans). If Lupin marries Tonks, won't she change her last name? I mean, her whole name is &lt;strong&gt;Nymphadora Tonks&lt;/strong&gt;. If they get married, how can she be Tonks when she'll be Lupin? And Tonks does not even like her first name. So she'd be called Lupin then? But won't that be confusing, since Lupin is already called Lupin? You know what I mean, right? So what's she gonna be then? Lupin? Nymphie? Or Dora? I really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, got to go read more fanfics. Bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for Lupin and Tonks. I know. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112334761224838037?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112334761224838037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112334761224838037' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112334761224838037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112334761224838037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/08/expensive-daughter-strikes-back.html' title='The Expensive Daughter Strikes Back'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112305053107004622</id><published>2005-08-03T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:52:38.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbledore is Not Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm not over &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter VI&lt;/strong&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished three tests a few hours ago, and now I'm spending time with my computer before I burn my brains out for my next few tests. I finally finished my essay, by the way. It just needs polishing to do, and wa-lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surfed this message board and I found this web site on Dumbledore ( &lt;a href="http://www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com"&gt;http://www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com&lt;/a&gt;) And since I'm a staunch believer that Dumbly is not yet dead (or maybe I'm still in denial), I checked the site out and I found very interesting arguments on why Dumbly isn't dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are nine clues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Dumbledore's Big Chill&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Dumbledore are up on the top of the tower underneath the Dark Mark. Harry is wearing his invisibility cloak, Dumbledore ordered him to put it on before they mounted their brooms to ride to the top of the tower. Harry hears footsteps and looks around, but Dumbledore orders him with a gesture to retreat. Harry draws his wand and backs away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The door burst open and somebody erupted through it and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Harry's body became instantly rigid and immobile, and he felt himself fall back against the tower wall, propped like an unsteady statue, unable to move or speak.(HBP pg 584/545)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to note that things are happening so fast, even Harry is momentarily confused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He could not understand how it happened -- Expelliarmus was not a Freezing Charm -- Then, by the light of the Mark, he saw Dumbledore's wand flying in an arc over the edge of the ramparts and understood... Dumbledore had wordlessly immobilzed Harry, and the second he had taken to perform this spell had cost him the chance of defending himself. (HBP pg 584/545)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Dumbledore freeze Harry? Harry was already invisible to their attackers and in no danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only explanation could be that Dumbledore already knew, had already planned, that he would die this night (or appear to die), and not only did he not want Harry to become involved and possibly be injured himself, he needed Harry to be a witness, to be able to tell everyone else what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore might have also promised Snape that he would make sure that Harry would not be able to interfere, knowing how Harry feels about Snape and what Snape was about to have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supposition that it was Dumbledore's plan to do this all along is supported by the fact that he acted so quickly to do it, almost without thinking, when Draco burst in on the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry's own assumption that the Freezing Charm was done by Dumbledore is supported by the fact the curse lifted when Dumbledore left the tower minutes later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Let's All Play Dead Together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Dumbledore is trying to talk Draco out of killing him, Dumbledore proposes an interesting way out for Draco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can help you, Draco." "No, you can't," said Malfoy, his wand shaking very badly indeed. "Nobody can. He told me to do it or he'd kill me. I've got no choice." "He cannot kill you if you are already dead. Come over to the right side, Draco, and we can hide you more completely than you can possibly imagine." (HBP pg 591/552)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore then offers to expand his mother in the protection, and even Lucius when he gets out of Azkaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very interesting, isn't it? Draco doesn't take him up on it, but Dumbledore is saying he has ways that could make it appear that Draco died when he really hadn't. Doesn't that sound exactly like what we suspect that Dumbledore has planned for himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT REVELATION!&lt;br /&gt;UK Edition Missing Important Text!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UK edition of Half-Blood Prince is missing some text that is included in the American edition, and it's text that is very important to this clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the text as it appears in the UK edition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He told me to do it or he'll kill me. I've got not choice." "Come over to the right side, Draco, and we can hide you more completely than you can possibly imagine. What is more, I can send members of the Order to your mother tonight to hide her likewise. Your father is safe at the moment in Azkaban...when the time comes we can protect him too...come over to the right side, Draco...you are not a killer..." Malfoy stared at Dumbledore. (HBP UK Edition pg 552)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the same passage from the American edition (text missing from the UK edition in red):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He told me to do it or he'll kill me. I've got no choice." "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He cannot kill you if you are already dead&lt;/span&gt;. Come over to the right side Draco, and we can hide you more completely than you can possibly imagine. What is more, I can send members of the Order to your mother tonight to hide her likewise. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody would be surprised that you had died in your attempt to kill me -- forgive me, but Lord Voldemort probably expects it. Nor would the Death Eaters be surprised that we had captured and killed your mother -- it is what they would do themselves, after all.&lt;/span&gt; Your father is safe at the moment in Azkaban...When the time comes we can protect him too. Come over to the right side, Draco...you are not a killer..." Malfoy stared at Dumbledore. (HBP US Edition pg 591)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the ommissions are directly related, they are about having Draco appeared to have died, so it would seem the ommisions are intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did J.K. include those lines originally, and then decide she had gone too far and made the clue too transparent and obvious? Is it possible she decided to remove them, but the lines got accidentally included in the American edition anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Fawkes Doesn't Try To Save Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen Fawkes come in at the last moment and save Harry's life in Chamber of Secrets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Harry trembled, ready to close his eyes if it turned, he saw what had distracted the snake. Fawkes was soaring around its head, and the basilisk was snapping furiously at him with fangs long and thin as sabers -- Fawkes dived. His long golden beak sunk out of sight and a sudden shower of dark blood spattered the floor. (CoS pg 318/234)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he also saved Dumbledore in Order of the Phoenix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... one more jet of green light had flown at Dumbledore from Voldemort's wand and the snake had struck -- Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide, and swallowed the jet of green light whole. He burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled and flightless. (OotP pg 814/719)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know Fawkes was nearby the tower, as he shows up after Dumbledore's "death". So, why didn't Fawkes come to save Dumbledore this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the fact that he didn't makes it possible to believe that Dumbledore didn't want his life to be saved, and this supports the theory that it was Dumbledore's plan all along to "die" up on that tower that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The Flying Avada Kedavra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I read the description of exactly what happened the moment that Snape killed Dumbledore, little red flags were popping up in my brain, but I didn't pay attention to them at first. This was actually the very first clue that alerted me to this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other time we've seen the Avada Kedavra performed, the victim simply falls over dead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was screaming so loudly that he never heard the words the thing in the chair spoke as it raised a wand. There was a flash of green light, a rushing sound, and Frank Bryce crumbled. He was dead before he hit the floor. (GoF pg 15/19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From high above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare." A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!" A blast of green light blazed through Harry's eyelids, and he heard something heavy fall to ground beside him. Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead. (GoF pg 638/553)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in Half-Blood Prince, when Snape curses Dumbledore with the same spell, Dumbledore violently flies up and away from the tower:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. "Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape's wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry's scream of horror never left him; silently he was forced to watch as Dumbledore was blasted into the air. For a split second, he seemed to hang suspended beneath the shining skull, and then he slowly fell backward, like a great rag doll, over the battlements and out of sight. (HBP pg 596/556)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would this application of the Avada Kedavra be so different from every other time we've seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps his spell was different because even though those were the words Snape said, he didn't perform the killing curse at all. Remember all the importance this book gave to "nonverbal" spells? Perhaps Snape said Avada Kedavra, but the curse he was really thinking, the nonverbal one, was a different curse, one that only made it appear that Dumbledore was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the title of the chapter this all takes place in is suspicous, "The Lightning-Struck Tower". Even though this is the name of the ominous tarot card that Trelawney was worried about back on page 543/507 in Chapter 25, is it possible that J.K. is hinting here that the spell was not Avada Kedavra, just some green lightning sparks for show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Don't Point That At Me Unless You Mean It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Order of the Phoenix, we learn something interesting and important when Harry tries to curse Bellatrix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hatred rose in Harry such that he had never known before. He flung himself out from behind the fountain and bellowed "Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed. The spell had knocked her off her feet, but she did not writhe or shriek with pain as Neville had -- she was already on her feet again ... "Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?" she yelled. "You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain -- to enjoy it ..." (OotP pg 810/715)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Snape was really working on Dumbledore's orders to make it look to the world as if Snape had killed him, even if he had used the real Avada Kedavra, if he had not really meant it, if he really didn't want to kill Dumbledore, then isn't possible that the curse didn't kill Dumbledore, but only injured him badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Fawkes' Lament&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly after Dumbledore's murder, as everyone assembled in the hospital wing, Harry tells everyone Snape did it. He stops, overcome with emotion, and right then, something very important happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madame Pomfrey burst into tears. Nobody paid her any attention except Ginny, who whispered, "Shh! Listen!" (HBP pg 614/573)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was there, Ron and his parents, Hermione, Lupin, Tonks. Yet it is Madame Pomfrey who J.K. tells us is struck by this turn of events. Continuing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gulping, Madame Pomfrey pressed her fingers to her mouth, her eyes wide. Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before; a stricken lament of terrible beauty. (HBP pg 614/573)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K. spends another paragraph on how the phoenix song echos their grief, but while doing so mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry felt, as he had felt about the Phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without ... How long they stood there, listening, he did not know, nor why it seemed to ease their pain a little to listen... (HBP pg 615/573)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then McGonagall enters, changes the subject, and the phoenix song is forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many minutes later, after all the retelling of the night's affair, J.K. mentions Fawkes is still at it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They all fell silent. Fawkes's lament was still echoing over the dark grounds outside. (HBP pg 621/579)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but Harry's thoughts move right on to other things, like wondering where Dumbledore's body is now. Many minutes later still, as this meeting breaks up and Harry is following McGonagall up to what is now her office, J.K. interjects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The corridors outside were deserted and the only sound was the distant phoenix song. (HBP pg 625/583)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was he was doing, Fawkes was working hard at it, and not giving up. Yet we are supposed to believe, as in the title of this chapter, "The Phoenix Lament", that it is only Dumbledore's pet echoing everyone's grief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we so easily to forget that phoenix tears have powerful healing powers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significantly, it is the healer, Madame Pomfrey, who is brought to tears by the phoenix song. She knows the healing power of the phoenix well. She gulps with eyes wide. She recognizes something special is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, J.K. goes out of her way to point out the healing qualities of the phoenix song, Harry feels it inside, the way he did last time he was healed by one, and most importantly, it seems to ease their pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these passages, it certainly seems that J.K. wants us to know that Fawkes is doing some healing! Perhaps Fawkes is not powerful enough to bring someone back from the Avada Kedavra, but what if Dumbledore was not really hit by an Avada Kedrava, and instead hit with half a spell, or a spell to make him appear dead (as explained in the clues above)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Anyone Seen Dumbledore's Wand Lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very begining of the big scene between Draco, Dumbledore and Snape, one of the first things that happens is Dumbledore loses his wand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The door burst open and somebody erupted through it and and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" ... by the light of the Mark, he saw Dumbledore's wand flying in an arc over the edge of the ramparts ... (HBP pg 584/545) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where is his wand now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know a wizard's wand is very important to him, and a wand that belonged to a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore would be a very important item to know the whereabouts of, something you wouldn't want falling into the wrong hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clue might not mean as much if we didn't know the customs of wizards in such occasions, but we do! Five chapters ago, when Harry and Slughorn were consoling Hagrid over the death of Aragog, Hagrid and Sluggy sang a song about a wizard called Odo, and Sluggy sang the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Odo the hero, they bore him back home,&lt;br /&gt;To the place that he'd known as a lad,&lt;br /&gt;They laid him to rest with his hat inside out&lt;br /&gt;And his wand snapped in two, which was sad. (HBP pg 488/456)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as far as we know, they didn't snap Dumbledore's wand in two. After the scene at the top of the tower, Dumbledore's wand is simply never mentioned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that Dumbledore's wand is missing because Dumbledore still has his wand, still needs his wand, because he's not dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. No Body, No Crime &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we really saw Dumbledore's body was when Harry is kneeling over it shortly after he has been killed by Snape the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we see Hagrid carry the body of Dumbledore into his funeral, but it's covered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hagrid was walking slowly up the aisle between the chairs. He was crying quite silently, his face gleaming with tears, and in his arms, wrapped in purple velvet spangled with golden stars, was what Harry knew to be Dumbledore's body. (HBP pg 643/599)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really see Dumbledore's body at the funeral. How do we know it was there at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. CAUTION: Dumbledore is Flammable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the funeral service, a fire ignites around the body of Dumbledore, and when it subsides, his body is encased in a white marble tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we don't see the body, either before or after the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, no one lights the fire, it just happens on its own. A body bursting into flame on its own. That sound like anyone we know? We've seen Fawkes do that several times now in the course of the Harry Potter books, and you know what happens to Fawkes after every time it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the book, we saw several instances where Dumbledore uses fire, an important aspect of the symbol of a phoenix. When he first meets Tom Riddle in the orphanage, to demonstrate he's a wizard, he sets Tom's wardrobe on fire. And he conjures fire to protect Harry and himself from the infiri in the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this, in case we didn't get the allusions to a phoenix, J.K. reminds us just in case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White smoke spiraled into the air and made strange shapes: Harry thought, for one heart-stopping moment, that he saw a phoenix fly joyfully into the blue, but next second the fire had vanished. (HBP pg 645/601)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these clues seem to suggest that if Dumbledore really did die, he has the ability to be reborn out of the ashes of his death, either under his own power, or with the help of the healing powers of Fawkes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fanatic doesn't really show, right? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find these clues all amazing. Most of them I've overlooked as I read the book (prollie from crying, hehe), but now that it's been pointed out, I can't help but think, "&lt;em&gt;Oo nga no&lt;/em&gt;." Well, I just wish these clues are right, because I'm still not over Dumbledore's death! Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to scram and study. I've lots of tests tomorrow. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112305053107004622?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112305053107004622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112305053107004622' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112305053107004622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112305053107004622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/08/dumbledore-is-not-dead.html' title='Dumbledore is Not Dead'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112297513417812427</id><published>2005-08-02T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:32:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felix Felicis</title><content type='html'>You would never believe how dried out my little brain is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my computer a week or so ago, and I let mom bring it to my uncle's house for immediate fixing, which took one week. But I didn't really mind much because at least I was able to spend more time on schoolwork which our teachers piled on top of our heads. And now I'm studying for exams. Tomorrow will be Math. And Filipino. Argh, two of my hatest subjects! Do you know that I'm a disgrace to the Filipino language? I pronounced '&lt;em&gt;dibdib&lt;/em&gt;' as '&lt;em&gt;debdeb&lt;/em&gt;' (they said. I didn't notice at all.). And '&lt;em&gt;pagtatalo&lt;/em&gt;' became &lt;em&gt;'patatalo.&lt;/em&gt;' Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my little brain is dried out because I've been studying too much! Seriously. It started last week, and I've been, like, waking up early just to digest those little words I see on my notebook! Torture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also joined this &lt;strong&gt;essay writing contest&lt;/strong&gt; (!!). Well, not really joined. My English teacher just announced it and I didn't hear the part about the topic so I asked my teacher what the topic was, and you know what she did? She wrote my name on her notebook!! Aargh! It's on Remembering Ninoy Aquino. But how can I remember Ninoy when he died when I wasn't even born yet? It's due on Thursday, and so I'm doing it right now (yes, at the same time), because I'm almost done studying Math, and there are only a few things to study in Filipino, whereas tomorrow I'll be loaded with so many things to study. *sigh* I need a dose of &lt;strong&gt;Felix Felicis&lt;/strong&gt; (from Harry Potter. It's a potion that's supposed to make you lucky) so badly. I just cannot wait for exams to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay, back to the essay thing. Which I labored over the weekend and I only made a few sentences! And my mom wouldn't even help me! Whaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please hand me a bottle of Felix Felicis. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112297513417812427?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112297513417812427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112297513417812427' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112297513417812427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112297513417812427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/08/felix-felicis.html' title='Felix Felicis'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112213373462583026</id><published>2005-07-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:48:54.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Over Harry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: Contains Spoilers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm entitled to my own comments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I just finished reading &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter 6&lt;/strong&gt; last night. It took me half a day or so, and believe me, my eyes were so damn red, I had to get eyedrops. =p But it was all worth it. It was way unbelievable, seriously. And way sad. I had to keep myself from crying during the last few chapters. Whaa! &lt;img src="http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/images/smilies/mecry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know I'll be in for a debate with &lt;a href="http://adikk.deviantart.com"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt; on this thing once she reads this, but Sher, it's one of the best HP books I read! It was not badly written! &lt;strong&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/strong&gt; is a genius. I love her and I hate her! =p It was amazing, and I could not put down the book (well, e-book) even if I had loads to do for school. It was shorter than the &lt;strong&gt;Order of the Phoenix&lt;/strong&gt;, which, in my opinion, was unnecessarily long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how she spun the story together, and how she explained Lord Voldemort's history. It all somehow connects and makes sense. And I hated J.K. for killing off &lt;strong&gt;Dumbly&lt;/strong&gt;, but I guess it was for a reason. But I can't imagine reading the last book without him! It's like it was incomplete. Seriously, first, it was &lt;strong&gt;Sirius&lt;/strong&gt;, and now, it's Dumbledore! Grr! I felt he staged his own death, but I am still hoping against hope that he's alive. There are a few clues to this, like, Dumbledore's new portrait in the Headmaster's office has not spoken yet, and that &lt;em&gt;it was just Harry's perception&lt;/em&gt; that it was Dumbledore's body was the one wrapped in the purple cloth during the burial. But I don't know. Maybe it's just me (in denial, that is). The thing is, I still haven't gotten over it! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Malfoy&lt;/strong&gt;! Heehee. =p I loved him in HBP for some strange reason. The poor kid just could not bear to kill Dumbledore! And even though &lt;strong&gt;Snape&lt;/strong&gt; did kill Dumbledore, I still believe there's a good side in him. Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unlike what others say, I felt like the amount of romance in HBP was just right. But there's one thing that I object: &lt;strong&gt;Harry and Ginny!&lt;/strong&gt; Whaa! &lt;img src="http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/images/smilies/mecry.gif" /&gt; I want &lt;strong&gt;Harry and Hermione&lt;/strong&gt; to end up together! Huh, maybe some time in the forseeable future, but since Ron and Hermione have some kind of a hidden love just wanting to burst out, Harry might as well fall in love with his best-friend's youngest sister. And oh, they snogged! =p Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my most favorite pair is *drumroll* &lt;strong&gt;Tonks and Lupin&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha, I'm serious (ish). Even though some people say it seems "&lt;em&gt;siningit lang,&lt;/em&gt;" I love them! I mean, I just imagine them together. :D They rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are my favorite scenes from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;em&gt;He accused me of being 'Dumbledore's man through and through.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How very rude of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told him I was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. Behind Harry, Fawkes the phoenix let out a low, soft, musical cry. To Harry's intense embarrassment, he suddenly realized that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked rather watery, and stared hastily at his own knees. When Dumbledore spoke, however, his voice was quite steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am very touched, Harry."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, isn't he sweet? Harry, I mean. I know Harry respects and loves Dumbledore to bits, but this just rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's going to be all right, sir," Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore's silence than he had been by his weakened voice. "We're nearly there... I can Apparate us both back... don't worry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened at the end of one of the few chapters, when they got the fake (!!) Horcrux and Dumbly was very weak. And this touched me to bits. Just goes to show how Harry cares for Dumbledore, though I knew that already. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, just a proof of how much I love Tonks and Lupin. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You see!" said a strained voice. Tonks was glaring at Lupin. "She still wants to marry him, even though he's been bitten! She doesn't care!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's different." said Lupin, barely moving his lips and looking suddenly tense. "Bill will not be a full werewolf. The cases are completely-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't care either, I don't care!" said Tonks, seizing the front of Lupin's robes and shaking them. "I've told you a million times...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the meaning of Tonks's Patronus and her mouse-colored hair, and the reason she had come running to find Dumbledore when she had heard a rumor someone had been attacked by Greyback, all suddenly became clear to Harry; it had not been Sirius that Tonks had fallen in love with after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I've told you a million times," said Lupin, refusing to meet her eyes, staring at the floor. "that I am too old for you, too poor... too dangerous..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've said all along you're taking a ridiculous line on this, Remus," said Mrs. Weasley over Fleur's shoulder as she patted her on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not being ridiculous," said Lupin steadily. "Tonks deserves somebody young and whole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But she wants you," said Mr. Weasley, with a small smile. "And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gestured sadly at his son, lying between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is... not the moment to discuss it," said Lupin, avoiding everybody's eyes as he looked around distractedly. "Dumbledore is dead..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world," said Professor McGonagall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this happened after Dumbledore died, Snape escaped, and the rest of the lot were in the Hospital Wing. Bill happened to be attacked by a werewolf, but luckily, he's not going to be a werewolf, like Lupin, but his face got disfigured. He's luckier, though, because &lt;strong&gt;Fleur Delacour&lt;/strong&gt; (I love her! Such a comic relief!) still insisted on marrying him, because, in her own words, "&lt;em&gt;I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk!&lt;/em&gt;" =D Anyway, back to Tonks and Lupin, I just found them cute! Hehe, weird. And J.K. rewarded me, 'cause at the near end of the story, they seemed to be holding hands &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;! Whee! I hope to hear more from them in the seventh book. Like I said, I am so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this book was a good read for me, and I did not mind reading it online, but I can't wait to get my own copy. It's one of the best HP books (again, for me), and a much better read than the previous one, because frankly, I found OotP too dark-ish. Whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta stop, my PC is acting up (Wow, it rhymes ha). Before I go, though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BRITISH-ISMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-lala... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="250" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your Slanguage Profile&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d1d1d1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;British Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d6d6d6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victorian Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dbdbdb"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aussie Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dfdfdf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New England Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e4e4e4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e9e9e9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Southern Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canadian Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatslanguagedoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Slanguage Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is neat! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112213373462583026?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112213373462583026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112213373462583026' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112213373462583026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112213373462583026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/07/crazy-over-harry.html' title='Crazy Over Harry'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112197265833642656</id><published>2005-07-22T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T03:04:18.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A. BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;July 21: My homeroom teacher (not to mention, Math!), Mdm. Fontanosa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&gt; It was tres cool. What happened earlier, I mean. The officers had everyone write little messages for Mdm. and they placed it in a little compartment in this totally big birthday card. And there we were all, waiting for dismissal so we can surprise her, but when the bell rang, she had to rush off for an emergency meeting and we had to teacher-nap her before it started so that we could give her this really amazingly tasty cake Gabe bought and the card. It was all worth it. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;July 22: My SS teacher, Ms. Mendoza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&gt; MM made this huge birthday card for all of us to sign into, but when it was time to give it to her, it got lost! Seriously. Some people said they already gave it to Ms., but duh, not all people got to sign. So... ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;July 22: Lea aka Toot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&gt; Lucky gal! No classes tomorrow!&lt;/em&gt; ^.-&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A special shoutout goes out to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/megalomaniac77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, who's in Cebu Doc right now. She's been there for a week already and still, doctors can't figure out what's wrong with her. Seriously, she cried when she saw me, &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fio&lt;/a&gt; and Vera in the same hospital room. She was just super glad. And of course, I totally missed my classmate-'mommy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. THINGS I HAVE NOT GOTTEN OVER WITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;In my quiz. I spelled Antar&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;tica without the C. Damn! Until now, it's still on my mind! Argh! The only good thing I see in this is that my birthday falls on a Wednesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My weird dream about my cellphone being confiscated by this specific teacher, and I ended up crying in my room, then my teacher just knocked in and asked me what's wrong, and I couldn't really talk 'cause I was crying too hard. When she stood up to leave, I ran after her, shrieking for my phone. Wacko.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrieking in fright after Cybill dangled a floating leaf (it was not floating of course. It's hooked on some cockamamie invisible thread) in front of me and told me it was &lt;em&gt;til-as&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, duh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C. CURRENT LSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy for You- Spongecola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;-&gt; Daryl was playing the guitar earlier, and she was singing this. Man, I solemnly vow to learn how to play the guitar. Now or never. Meeeegg! Once you get outta there, you gotta help me learn. I forgot what you taught me, because I've never held a guitar for the past two months or so to practice!&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D. THINGS MAKING ME HAPPY NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opening my e-mail just now and seeing &lt;a href="http://girlintrouble.blogspot.com"&gt;Franz's&lt;/a&gt; copy of HBP waiting for me with a big bow on it! Thank you, Franz! I can't wait to read it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbie Almalbis' current song, "Just A Smile"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E. THINGS MAKING ME WORRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upcoming exams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Requirements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math, and all those subjects with topics on solving or converting or so and so. Really. Why am I so &lt;em&gt;banga&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;em&gt;yawn&lt;/em&gt;* too tired. Gotta head off to bed. I'm also hungry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112197265833642656?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112197265833642656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112197265833642656' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112197265833642656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112197265833642656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/07/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112161383776797496</id><published>2005-07-17T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:27:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Half-Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>*lets ear-piercing shriek out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! The latest &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; book is out! I am so darn itching to get a copy! I can't help the anticipation-- when are the paperbacks hitting the shelves of &lt;strong&gt;National Bookstore&lt;/strong&gt;?! When?! When?! (Or, I can snatch an e-book from &lt;a href="http://girlintrouble.blogspot.com"&gt;Franz&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to my itchiness to get that book into my hands, I got this from &lt;strong&gt;Ate Doris&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks Ate D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE WAR AGAINST VOLDEMORT is not going well; even Muggle government are noticing. Ron scans the obituary pages of the Daily Prophet, looking for familiar names. Dumbledore is absent from Hogwarts for long stretches of time, and the Order of the Phoenix suffered losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in all wars, life goes on. Sixth-year students learn to apparate --- and lose a few eyebrows in the process. The Weasley twins expand their business. Teenagers flirt and fight and fall in love. Classes are never straightforward, though Harry receives some extraordinary help from the mysterious Half-Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s home front that takes center stage in the multilayered sixth installment of the story of Harry Potter. Here at Hogwarts, Harry will search for the full and complex story of the boy who became Lord Voldemort --- and thereby find what nay be his only vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the 30 Chapter Titles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. The Other Ministry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. Spinner’s End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. Will and Won’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. Horace Slughorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. An Excess of Phlegm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI. Draco’s Detour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII. The Slug Vlub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII. Snape Victorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX. The Half-Blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. The House of Gaunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XI. Hermione’s Helping Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XII. Silver and Opals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIII. Secret Riddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIV. Felix Felicis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XV. The Unbreakable Vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVI. A Very Frosty Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVII. A Sluggish Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVIII. Birthday Surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIX. Elf Tails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX. Lord Voldemort’s Request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXI. The Unknowable Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXII. After the Burial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXIII. Horcruxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXIV. Sectumsempra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXV. The Seer Overheard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXVI. The Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXVII. The Lightning-Struck Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXVIII. Flight of the Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXIX. The Phoenix Lament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX. The White Tomb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaarrgh!! I want my own copy! Mom, are you reading this? *hint, hint*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112161383776797496?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112161383776797496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112161383776797496' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112161383776797496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112161383776797496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/07/half-blood-prince.html' title='The Half-Blood Prince'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112133472671436688</id><published>2005-07-14T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:52:06.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm It!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I gotta answer this quiz because the baton was passed to me by Kryzzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Patricia&lt;br /&gt;2. Patty&lt;br /&gt;3. Patz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three physical things you like about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my face&lt;br /&gt;2. my body&lt;br /&gt;3. my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three physical things you don't like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my nose&lt;br /&gt;2. the way my hair sticks out&lt;br /&gt;3. flabs in unmentionable places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Filipino&lt;br /&gt;2. Spanish&lt;br /&gt;3. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. death of my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;2. failing&lt;br /&gt;3. to be unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three of your everyday essentials:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. prayer&lt;br /&gt;2. computer&lt;br /&gt;3. my CP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three of your favorite musical artists:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;2. Kitchie Nadal&lt;br /&gt;3. Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three of your favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stick Around- Azure&lt;br /&gt;2. I Miss You- Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt;3. You First Believed- Hoku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three things you want in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Respect&lt;br /&gt;3. Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three lies and truths in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm tall&lt;br /&gt;2. I’m unhappy&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't appreciate music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truths:&lt;br /&gt;1. God inspires me&lt;br /&gt;2. I can be a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;3. I talk to God everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. Skin&lt;br /&gt;3. Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three of your favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Surfing the internet&lt;br /&gt;2. Listening to music&lt;br /&gt;3. Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Study&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish all projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three careers you're considering/you've considered:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;sisikat ako sa Hollywood!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. to be a writer&lt;br /&gt;3. to be a... singer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. London&lt;br /&gt;2. France&lt;br /&gt;3. Maldives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three kid's names you like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not really thought about this yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To graduate&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Sumikat sa Hollywood!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To be contentedly happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My posture.. it's really bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else. I think I'm really too girlish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My sentimentality&lt;br /&gt;2. My fashion sense&lt;br /&gt;3. My being &lt;em&gt;kikay&lt;/em&gt;. Doi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three celeb crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. *cough cough* Drew.&lt;br /&gt;2. Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;3. Daniel Radcliffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my turn to tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three people that i would like to see take this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fiona (so you can update already! Seriously!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sam (give me a chance!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Meg (give me a chance!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112133472671436688?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112133472671436688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112133472671436688' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112133472671436688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112133472671436688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/07/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112125111883857989</id><published>2005-07-13T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:38:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exaggerating</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Diary&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently living in perennial fear of snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snakes&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the rainy season, and for some reason the snakes have decided to hang out in our apartment. Sounds gross eh? Actually, I'm exaggerating. There's only one snake, and my maids caught it yesterday. Whoopeedoo! They told me it's actually the size of the index finger, so it's a baby snake, whom I have named &lt;strong&gt;Snakey&lt;/strong&gt; (R.I.P.). Anywack, the bad news is that the mother snake might still be around. And so I continue to live on in fear. I hate snakes. Don't get me wrong, you're not supposed to hate snakes because everything is connected to everything else (&lt;em&gt;Hi, Teacher Donna&lt;/em&gt;!). Snakes have a role in the cycle of life and they actually have important roles... but I still hate them. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a pretty good dream last night. It was about &lt;strong&gt;Drew&lt;/strong&gt;! Seriously. I dreamt that he was leaving &lt;strong&gt;Wazzup&lt;/strong&gt;, and I didn't want him and I started crying and he was hugging me until I stopped, which took quite a long time. *sighs happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had an unannounced diagnostic test in &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;. We're supposed to take another one at the end of the year to measure how much we learned. I guess it's for a good reason, but come on! They should've just announced it anyway! Everyone knows how bad I am at Math. And so I'm not expecting a good score. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle got a new cellphone! It's a &lt;strong&gt;Sony Ericsson K700i&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Suya kaayo ko&lt;/em&gt;, promise. It's not that I don't love my phone. I totally do. And I don't want to let go of it. I will die if I lose my phone. Why? Secret! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was rejected for the &lt;strong&gt;Glee Club&lt;/strong&gt;. Got me bummed for two hours earlier. And boy, at the workshop, I totally let &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Carah&lt;/strong&gt; have it. I'm exaggerating, again. All I told her when we introduced ourselves was, "I auditioned for the Glee Club, but Ms. won't accept me!" to which she replied, "Not yet!" Hahaha. And she also added that she hopes that I'll have a musical experience thingy soon. Which was nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm also upset because I made a friend feel bad about what I said. I don't really like to hurt other's feelings, simply because I know how hard and bad it feels to be hurt. It's about something I said, but I didn't expect that she'd react that way. I hope we'll get to talk soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta here and 'til next update! Mwahs and hugs! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112125111883857989?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112125111883857989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112125111883857989' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112125111883857989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112125111883857989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/07/exaggerating.html' title='Exaggerating'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112092352902419778</id><published>2005-07-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:38:50.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am, Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kelly Clarkson)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. Today, I went to the mall with &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/megalomaniac77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/green_hippo"&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/a&gt;, Kimi and Alyssa to watch &lt;strong&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/strong&gt;. Was the movie fantastic? Uhm, it was okay, I guess. It's not too bad and not too good. Julian McMahon's in this, by the way. I hate his character in Charmed, and I swear, if you'll watch him on this film, you'll hate him more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better half of the morning trying to decide what to wear. I finally settled for one of my better outfits: a white, 80s style bolero, a light blue racerback, a skirt and ballet flats (they set a dress code: a skirt!). Ahh, a vision in blue and white *wink* So I got in Ayala around one and found the guys all there. We bought popcorn and other junk foods and went inside the cinemas. And boy, did we get lucky! I mean, we saw the &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter 4&lt;/strong&gt; trailer, although it was kinda &lt;em&gt;bitin&lt;/em&gt;! And I just have to say this: &lt;strong&gt;OhmygawdDanRadcliffeisnowsohot!&lt;/strong&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the photo studio and had our pictures taken. And Kimi's mom treated us to yummy food in &lt;strong&gt;Idea Italia&lt;/strong&gt;. You can never go wrong with Italian! And then mom arrived and we bought a suit bag, because on Fridays I will be going to school already in my P.E. and therefore need to bring my uniform to school. Then we went home. Some day huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are my studies, you may ask. They're fine... except for &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;! =p It's not just me though. Even Meg's having problems that she nearly tore her hair out. And Meg's one of the smartest people I know (in Math). But other than that, I've aced all my quizzes in other subjects, and that's a pretty good thing. I really think I've put in a lot of effort, so I hope my teachers grade me well... hey, you see the labor of my effort &lt;em&gt;naman ah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. We're going to have a summative test in Math. On Monday. Holy cow. I think I'll spend tomorrow studying. And in &lt;strong&gt;three weeks&lt;/strong&gt;, it's going to be our exams already! How quick is that! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news yet if I'd been accepted in the &lt;strong&gt;Glee Club&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My name in Korean is pretty long! I had my Korean classmate, &lt;strong&gt;Shein&lt;/strong&gt;, write it out last week. Darn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weird things happen a lot... so pray, pray and pray! =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The white banner up there... I'm not putting it just for decoration's sake. I support &lt;strong&gt;MakePovertyHistory&lt;/strong&gt;. You should, too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My current favorite songs were my favorite songs a few months ago: &lt;strong&gt;Somebody Told Me&lt;/strong&gt; (The Killers) &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Talk to Me&lt;/strong&gt; (Keri Noble)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The current songs that totally make me &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; are: &lt;strong&gt;Falling&lt;/strong&gt; (Janno Gibbs) and &lt;strong&gt;Stick Around&lt;/strong&gt; (Azure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm having a current obsession for &lt;strong&gt;Korean&lt;/strong&gt; songs, though I don't understand them. Must ask Shein.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was not able to watch &lt;strong&gt;Hale&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was not able to see &lt;strong&gt;Epi &amp;amp; Boy 2 Quizon&lt;/strong&gt; when they promoted &lt;strong&gt;Pinoy Blonde&lt;/strong&gt; in our school. Heard they're both HOT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wazzup-Wazzup is not the same without Drew! Man, I miss him so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not finished my poem in Filipino yet. The topic is supposed to be about someone special to your heart. Argh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next update! Bye-bye! Please do not forget &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com"&gt;Candy&lt;/a&gt;! *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112092352902419778?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112092352902419778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112092352902419778' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112092352902419778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112092352902419778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-i-am-once-again.html' title='Here I Am, Once Again'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112073916133864064</id><published>2005-07-07T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:26:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger of the Month (that's me!)</title><content type='html'>I've been really lazy to update lately. Trust me, I've so many things to blog about, like &lt;strong&gt;Drew&lt;/strong&gt;'s visit to my blog, and I bonked my head on the wall, and so far I've aced all quizzes (yipee!) but I'm really tired. Who won't get tired if you have to study everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would like to place a well-deserved plug. Everyone, please grab the &lt;strong&gt;Candy Magazine&lt;/strong&gt;, July 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.candymag.com/images//covers/july200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks fab, right? The cover girl is a schoolmate, and I've seen her around the campus. She's &lt;strong&gt;Ellen Adarna&lt;/strong&gt;. And she looks really pretty in her other photo inside! And of course, me, I'm the &lt;strong&gt;Blogger of the Month&lt;/strong&gt;! Hurrah, hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy picked me sometime late &lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt; or early &lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;, but I didn't say anything here in my blog, I just told my friends. They used my Christmas entry, and, um, I'm really &lt;em&gt;buking&lt;/em&gt; *gulp*! Of course, they would choose the entry where I revealed that I have not studied for &lt;strong&gt;Religion&lt;/strong&gt; and that I crammed for &lt;strong&gt;Social Studies&lt;/strong&gt; 'til midnight and woke up at four a.m., only to have fallen back asleep, eh? I mentioned this to my SS teacher, and man, she threatened to let the whole faculty read the magazine! Yikes.  It's all right though, I mean, it's my blog, right? Mine! And anyhoo, I'm really happy that I get to be Blogger of the Month. It's one of the coolest things EVER! I mean, seeing your name in print in the most fabulous teen magazine in the country! Get outta here! You should've seen me, I was jumping all over the place and yelling, "&lt;em&gt;Oh my God, that's me! That's my name&lt;/em&gt;!" =p now, if that's how I felt for just a little space in Candy, imagine what Ate Ellen's feeling right now, harhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, outta here and 'til next time! &lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much&lt;/strong&gt; for visiting my blog and for tagging me. It means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112073916133864064?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112073916133864064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112073916133864064' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112073916133864064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112073916133864064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/07/blogger-of-month-thats-me.html' title='Blogger of the Month (that&apos;s me!)'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112022310988209854</id><published>2005-07-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:05:09.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, Drew...</title><content type='html'>My heart is being torn into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/toni_gcaps/wazzup%20wazzup/wazzup_4-7-05_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew. Yes, my &lt;strong&gt;Drew Arellano&lt;/strong&gt;, my most requested, my juan and only, my prince charming, he already left &lt;strong&gt;Wazzup-Wazzup&lt;/strong&gt;. Isn't it so sad? WW's the D-show (Drew show) I watch, and it turns out he's LEAVING it? Tonight, &lt;strong&gt;July 1 2005&lt;/strong&gt;, was his last appearance on the show and he's going to be replaced by &lt;strong&gt;Archie Alemania&lt;/strong&gt; starting Monday! &lt;img src="http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/images/smilies/mecry.gif" /&gt;I do not think I can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Toni, Vhong and Drew" src="http://tinypic.com/6jjcwj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny, with all the problems in the country right now, I'm making this a big deal? But you don't understand! &lt;strong&gt;I love Drew&lt;/strong&gt;! And do not ask me why I do. Among all the guys in the local and international showbizness, he was the one who caught my attention! And believe me, no showbiz guy ever lasted as my ultimate crush for so long. I started liking him, like, since his &lt;strong&gt;Sunsilk&lt;/strong&gt; commercial days. That was years ago, man. And until now, he's still my number 1 crush. You might be wondering why? I honestly don't know, but just LOOK at him! He's adorable! He's cute and charming, and charmingly bulol and you can't help but love his smile. And it's pretty obvious that he's very nice. He's the type of boy you want to take home to meet your parents! &lt;img src="http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/images/smilies/mecry.gif" /&gt; Lucky Iya.&lt;img src="http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/images/smilies/mecry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Drew, Toni and Vhong" src="http://tinypic.com/6jjdeh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know why he's leaving. Maybe it's the &lt;strong&gt;GMA-7&lt;/strong&gt; factor, I don't freaking know! I'm starting to feel depressed already. I know, I sound so weird, and I feel weird typing up this entry, but then, so what? I feel really bad! I know that he has a pretty good reason for leaving, for career reasons maybe, and I wish him all the best. Like Toni and Vhong said, WW's doors are always open for him. WW is not the same without the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tagapagbalitang walang kinikilingan, ngunit kinakikiligan&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Man, this is so hard to digest! &lt;img src="http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/images/smilies/mecry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Toni and Drew... DrewNi" src="http://tinypic.com/6jjd6b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Drew&lt;/strong&gt;, I am so totally going to miss you on WW... your sense of humor, your uber-cute get-ups, the hairstyle, the kabulolan, and everything. You're the one and only. &lt;img src="http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/images/smilies/mecry.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you, Potpot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photos courtesy of TFC Godfather and Tinsters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112022310988209854?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112022310988209854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112022310988209854' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112022310988209854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112022310988209854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/07/bye-drew.html' title='Bye, Drew...'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/toni_gcaps/wazzup%20wazzup/th_wazzup_4-7-05_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-112004036140867578</id><published>2005-06-30T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:41:12.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Am. Sorry. ?</title><content type='html'>Note: These are &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; opinions, lest you forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said SORRY &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, it was pretty obvious that it was her voice in the GloriaGate CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her public apology was live, but it was obviously still scripted. And for me, um, she may mean what she said, but she totally doesn't look sincere. She looked way fake, like, a cross between looking tired and looking blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, she is forgivable. But politically? I don't really know. What she did really betrayed our trust on her, but I guess I can forgive her &lt;em&gt;na rin&lt;/em&gt; IF (I emphasize: &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt;) she makes up for the mistakes she has done. I believe we shouldn't impeach our President just yet. Let's give her a chance to redeem herself, because who knows, she might be able to save this country (um) but if she does not prove to us that she is worthy of the chance we give her, then I am sorry, but kick her off Malacanang. Am I making sense of what I said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-112004036140867578?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/112004036140867578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=112004036140867578' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112004036140867578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/112004036140867578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-sorry.html' title='I. Am. Sorry. ?'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111986740091699850</id><published>2005-06-27T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:16:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 p.m.</title><content type='html'>President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo (or, as my brother calls her, "Gloria Macapal-Oreo-- no joke) is going to break her silence tonight at seven P.M. I wonder what she'd say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still 6:16 p.m... Aack, I want to hear this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111986740091699850?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111986740091699850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111986740091699850' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111986740091699850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111986740091699850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/7-pm.html' title='7 p.m.'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111972078567162592</id><published>2005-06-26T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:33:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Here I am... and I survived the first month of school! Whee, way fun! Of course, it helped that I had an endless supply of &lt;strong&gt;Revicon Ion&lt;/strong&gt; (no thanks to my uncle), which tastes fine, by the way. I like to drink it once a day, but instead, it makes me sleepy, but it keeps me up. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School? Well, it's fine. I'm doing fine, except I flunked the first &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; test! Harhar. And even though I can just say that it wasn't on solving, I still felt bad. Imagine, &lt;strong&gt;five points out of fifteen&lt;/strong&gt;! Gah, so disappointing. Is it my fault? When I was about to go home, I asked everyone if we were going to have quizzes the next day and they all go, "Nothing," but when I walked in the next day, there they were, studying! Sheesh! At least I aced a &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; test. That made me feel proud. Of course it helped that I actually listened, but last Thursday, I got sooo sleepy after lunch, and the teacher was going on and on about this and that and I barely heard a word. And she gave out a quiz! I somehow managed to answer it (&lt;strong&gt;16 points out of 20&lt;/strong&gt;, tcha!) but there was a part two, and I was so sleepy I didn't get to finish answering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get this! Every fourth Friday of the month, &lt;strong&gt;no classes&lt;/strong&gt;! Yay! But my teachers will be loading us with assignments, like this weekend, for instance. I have a few quizzes to ace and a few projects here and there. *sigh* And it'll get tougher. How worse can it get? My backbone is already strained from lugging all my school stuff. Will it get to the point that I will forget how to comb my hair? And don't get me wrong, these projects are way hard. I'm getting dizzy thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to clean my room.It's not messy or anything. I just don't like the way my things are arranged. And speaking of which, my &lt;strong&gt;mirror&lt;/strong&gt; fell down from the wall while I was asleep and the frame broke! Well, it was old, anyway, I don't blame it. The good things I see in this are that 1. The mirror did not fall on my head while I was asleep and 2. Mom had it reframed and it totally rocks! It's like one of those expensive mirrors you can find in rich people's houses! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of new things! Yipee. At the risk of sounding materialistic, here are my new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A blue &lt;strong&gt;bag&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Heartstrings&lt;/strong&gt;... but I think I need to buy a new one 'cause my stuff won't fit!&lt;br /&gt;2. A brandless &lt;strong&gt;top&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;HongKong&lt;/strong&gt;... supah dupah sexy!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Polos&lt;/strong&gt; from my aunt&lt;br /&gt;4. A &lt;strong&gt;Hermes wallet&lt;/strong&gt;... oh wait, it's not mine yet. It's my moms, but I'm planning to get it *wink* Did you know my old &lt;strong&gt;Gucci &lt;/strong&gt;one is broken?! Gah! First my &lt;strong&gt;Salvatore Ferragamo&lt;/strong&gt; and now this! *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want to buy more stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A &lt;strong&gt;fedora&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know why, but I saw one and it looked so cool&lt;br /&gt;2. A &lt;strong&gt;straw hat&lt;/strong&gt;. Summer's over, I know. Don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;3. A &lt;strong&gt;bolero&lt;/strong&gt;. But I can't find just the bolero, there's always a matching shirt.&lt;br /&gt;4. A &lt;strong&gt;skirt&lt;/strong&gt;! I swear, there are so many pretty skirts around.&lt;br /&gt;5. A &lt;strong&gt;clutch&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, they're cute! I think I like the blue one.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;T-shirts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pink &lt;strong&gt;ballet flats!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been watching too much TV nowadays, but there's this commercial I sooo hate! Probably you have seen the &lt;strong&gt;Palmolive&lt;/strong&gt; shampoo commerical, the "Freshness... bounce" one. If you haven't, I am going to kick you. It's shown in nearly every commercial gap possible! I'll ask you, does real hair move like a tidal wave everytime you move? *tries moving hair* oh, noooo. Does hair always stick together like glue, except for the ends? Well, no! But look at the commercial and you'll see what I mean. Tsk tsk. Too bad, the commercial model is one of my favorites, &lt;strong&gt;Georgina Wilson&lt;/strong&gt;, but her real hair color is brown, and she had it dyed black for the commercial. Oh yeah, I heard Georgina's going to join a pageant, &lt;strong&gt;Miss World&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Miss Universe&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't really know, I just read it somewhere. And I also heard that &lt;strong&gt;Verns Buckley&lt;/strong&gt;'s joining a pageant too! Cool, I hope they do join. And going back to that commercial, it totally irks me. Oh, you know already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sleepy... gotta say bye-bye! Outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111972078567162592?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111972078567162592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111972078567162592' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111972078567162592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111972078567162592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111936559396131479</id><published>2005-06-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:53:13.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Bum Girl</title><content type='html'>I've been a &lt;strong&gt;lazy-bum girl &lt;/strong&gt;when it comes to updating this blog. Y-o-y? It's not exactly like I've had enough of blogging. I have loads of ideas and things to blog about, but these come to mind when I'm away from Pixie. When I'm on the Blogger Create-A-Post page, zilch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a copy of &lt;strong&gt;Nina-Live&lt;/strong&gt;! Yipee! I like &lt;strong&gt;Nina&lt;/strong&gt; more than &lt;strong&gt;Kyla&lt;/strong&gt; (whoops, no offense to Kyla-fans), and I shooo love her new album. It's got &lt;strong&gt;19 tracks &lt;/strong&gt;and it's super &lt;em&gt;sulit &lt;/em&gt;for P300 bucks. I tried burning the tracks on another CD and I nearly threw a fit bec. all the songs won't fit!! Seriously. 19 tracks was equivalent to 84 minutes and you can only fit 80 minutes in a black CD! It's driving me crazy, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music, I haven't auditioned yet. Ms. M... or should I say, "&lt;em&gt;Teacher Carah! Teacher Carah!&lt;/em&gt;" has been absent in school for two days, so auditions are cancelled. Sheesh, I've already changed my song of choice from &lt;strong&gt;Tell Me Where It Hurts&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Sa Kanya &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;Kailan&lt;/strong&gt;, and still she's not there. Currently, I'm thinking of &lt;strong&gt;Steep&lt;/strong&gt;, which is my current LSS, no thanks to the soul siren. Well, it IS within my range, and who says I can't sing it? Blah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Softly, gently &lt;br /&gt;I will let you down &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't love you &lt;br /&gt;In the same way now &lt;br /&gt;I can hold you &lt;br /&gt;But not with lover's arms &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are more of &lt;br /&gt;A brother to me now &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can lie next to you &lt;br /&gt;But I can't lie to you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So walk into the sun and watch me &lt;br /&gt;Run into the rain &lt;br /&gt;For you, the future's easy, so don't weep &lt;br /&gt;For me, it's getting steep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you for &lt;br /&gt;Exactly who you are &lt;br /&gt;And I'd say we've come &lt;br /&gt;The nearest yet by far &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can lie next to you &lt;br /&gt;But I can't lie to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walk into the sun and watch me &lt;br /&gt;Run into the rain &lt;br /&gt;For you, the future's easy, so don't weep &lt;br /&gt;For me, it's getting steeper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where the dark that's where I want to be &lt;br /&gt;Steeper from going somewhere you won't want to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walk into the sun and watch me &lt;br /&gt;Run into the rain &lt;br /&gt;For you, the future's easy, so don't weep &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will watch you &lt;br /&gt;Walk into the sun and watch me &lt;br /&gt;Run into the rain drops &lt;br /&gt;For you, the future's easy, so don't weep &lt;br /&gt;For me, it's getting steep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111936559396131479?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111936559396131479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111936559396131479' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111936559396131479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111936559396131479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/lazy-bum-girl.html' title='Lazy Bum Girl'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111900288172068077</id><published>2005-06-17T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:08:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Favorite Songs</title><content type='html'>Patty's Notes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- these songs aren't arranged. &lt;br /&gt;- forgive me for my mostly M.Y.M.P. phase. &lt;strong&gt;But their songs are just so cool!!&lt;/strong&gt;. I now have their double CD, and I'm listening to it over and over again. Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Constantly- M.Y.M.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Constantly, you're on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on thinking 'bout you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially for You- M.Y.M.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now we're back together, together&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true&lt;br /&gt;And all the love I have is&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kailan- M.Y.M.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kailan, kailan mo ba mapapansin ang aking lihim &lt;br /&gt;Kahit anong aking gawin, 'di mo pinapansin &lt;br /&gt;Kailan , kailan hahaplusin ang pusong bitin na bitin &lt;br /&gt;Kahit ano'ng gawing lambing, 'di mo pa rin pansin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa Kanya- M.Y.M.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa kanya pa rin babalik sigaw, ng damdamin &lt;br /&gt;Sa kanya pa rin sasaya bulong ng puso ko &lt;br /&gt;Kung buhay pa ang alaala ng ating nakaraan &lt;br /&gt;Ang pagmamahal at panahon alay pa rin sa kanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Colors- M.Y.M.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I see your true colors shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors and that’s why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be afraid to let them show your true colors &lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful, like a rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell Me Where It Hurts- M.Y.M.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't you tell me where it hurts now, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts now tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Belong Together- Mariah Carey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you left I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby, please&lt;br /&gt;'cause we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gon' lean on when times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place there ain't nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby baby, we belong together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Makes the World Go Round- Ashlee Simpson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And my broken heart just has no use&lt;br /&gt;I guess promises are better left unsaid, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you try to tell me &lt;br /&gt;You say the words that I'm the only &lt;br /&gt;But I'm the one who's crawling on the ground &lt;br /&gt;When you say love makes the world go 'round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollaback Girl- Gwen Stefani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few times I've been around that track&lt;br /&gt;So it's not just gonna happen like that&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untitled- Simple Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My pinakafavorite song as of this moment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111900288172068077?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111900288172068077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111900288172068077' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111900288172068077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111900288172068077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/current-favorite-songs.html' title='Current Favorite Songs'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111882774058035494</id><published>2005-06-15T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:29:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabuhay!</title><content type='html'>Hello, beautiful people of the Philippines!! *waves beauty-queen style*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee, I sooo missed updating my blog, and I want to blog about several, several things! So much has happened since last week. I mean, summer's officially over and I somehow managed to drag my butt to school again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school started (kinda) last Wednesday, June, uhh, 8. For the first time in many years I actually got sleep before the first day. I discovered that my cruel teachers did not put me, Pearl, my two good friends Fiona and Meg and the rest of the group in one section. Gah. And my homeroom adviser is my Math teacher a few years back, and she's way nice. Only now, we're supposed to call her Teacher (name)! Seriously. We're all used to Ms/Mrs. (family name), then it became Ms/Mrs. (first name) and now TEACHER?! You. Have. To. Be. Kidding. Me. So I made a joke out of it and call my teachers in a childish voice (very good at it). Like kindergartners. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no classes Monday but wasn't able to blog because I went to the dentist. I'm going to wear those special retainers now, just when I sleep. Whoopee. Looking forward to it. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah, congratulations to my friends for being the class officers. Daryl, our VP last year, is now the President. Marvic is the VP, Charmagne is the secretary (again), Maureen is the treasurer, and Gabrielle is the assistant treasurer!! Yay, go Gabe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm auditioning for the Glee Club next week (explains the song *points below*), so good luck to me. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAAAAIIN. And Josine, MYMP is not overrated. Well, that's your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of opinions, WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO THE PHILIPPINES?! I don't freaking know! I heard about this audio tape of PGMA and Garcilliano, and I think people are so making a big deal out of this. Way big. And now they want to impeach our president! Again?! Why, was it already proven that it was truly our president on that tape? And do we really need an impeachment issue right now? What about the Philippine economy!? What about the wages of the workers and the prices of the gasoline and the goods? What about them?! I so can't see why the people can't be united in order to move on as a country, but they sure are united when it comes to impeaching presidents. *blag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go. I have to do my homework. But I just want to say that I'm so starting this school year right by being optimistic. I realized now that last year, I was being too pessimistic. Look what happened to my Math grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111882774058035494?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111882774058035494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111882774058035494' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111882774058035494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111882774058035494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/mabuhay.html' title='Mabuhay!'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111846001349171513</id><published>2005-06-11T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:20:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Where it Hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why is that sad look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why you're feelin' this way&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you so down, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me where it hurts now, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all those tears coming from&lt;br /&gt;Why are they falling?&lt;br /&gt;somebody, somebody, somebody left your heart in the cold&lt;br /&gt;You just need somebody to hold on, baby&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to put back all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Make it just like new&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me where it hurts now, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me where it hurts now, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111846001349171513?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111846001349171513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111846001349171513' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111846001349171513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111846001349171513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/tell-me-where-it-hurts.html' title='Tell Me Where it Hurts...'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111803975366713884</id><published>2005-06-06T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:35:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bantayan: The Second Time Around</title><content type='html'>Bantayan: The Second Time Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived yestie late afternoon from Bantayan, and my weekend was THE BOMB!! Gosh, I don't even know where to start, but we'll start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the city at around 3:40 in the morning Saturday. We were all squished in the car: me, my brother Nico, my aunt Joyce, her husband uncle Ding, his mother Lola Mat, and his two other siblings Arnold and Arianne. We left my other uncle behind because we wouldn't fit into the car anymore! And you might wonder why my mother never comes along. It's because she has work and she was never fond of the beach anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours into the car trip and I had to let uncle Ding stop the car because I wanted to barf. Seriously. I don't usually barf on travels but I guess we all have our moments. We arrived at Hagnaya Wharf at 6:15, just in time for the seven a.m. ferry, which was already full. The ferry ride took around 45 minutes and it was sooo slow. Well, patience never was my virtue anyway. We arrived at the Santa Fe pier 7:45 and went to ride a tricycle to Kota Beach. I was so amazed at the tricycle! It could seat around eight people! It looks like a mini-jeep! Soooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked at the Yooneek (pronounced "unique") Beach Resort. Tres, tres cool. The room wasn't necessarily big but it was enough for the seven of us. AND it's way nice. We immediately changed into our suits and swam at the sea. The sea wasn't so nice unlike the last time because of the winds but it was still nice. There were totally huge waves, some of them bigger than me! No kidding. I mean, hello, I know I am short but talking about these waves, man, am I waaay short. So since we couldn't do much swimming we decided to hang around the sandbar where all of us got our fill of white sand. We also rented this really really big ring and my brother and I rode it ala-banana boat style. Needless to say, I got minor bruises because of it, but it was fun. We kept falling from the ring because of the waves. Super cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate brekkie and went to the town proper, where we visited one of the oldest Churches in the Philippines. We also crossed the plaza and went to the market where my aunt bought crabs and fish, etc. But before that, we visited another beach resort which boasts of an underground cave, the Ogtong Resort. Having never seen an actual cave before, I was way excited. We payed for the entrance fee and went to the entrance, which was a set of stairs leading to an underground freshwater river. Very beautiful, but the cave was full of people! I mean, the water was already blurry and this little boy even stood on top of the stairs and peed- right in front of us. Needless to say, we were horrified and asked the resort to refund our entrance fees. So we went to the town instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing pissed me off, by the way. Just because I am short doesn't mean you could pass me off as an eleven-year-old kid to get discounts! Seriously. I mean, hello! I am pretty much a teen, just a short one. And, like, hello, HOW many people would fall for that little fib, that I am an eleven-year-old kid instead of a teen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God. Don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to our hotel room--which is funny by the way, because instead of room numbers they use the alphabet, and ours was letter "E." Whoa, that was the first time I checked into a hotel with the alphabet instead of numbers!-- the sea had calmed down because it was low tide. So we got to swim around a bit. My aunt caught three jellyfishes! Ugh. Tres horrible. And while walking on the shore, we saw this really big purple jellyfish!! I swear, I couldn't even describe how big it was. It was already dead, because a big stone was on top of it and this horrible pinkish liquid was squirting out of it. My aunt (brave woman!!) got a stick and rolled the jellyfish upside down. Horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night came and we ate dinner at the hotel room. That's when some of us started to get bored so they decided to hang around the lobby and have a beer or two. My uncle ordered me and Arianne a bottle of San Miguel Light to share. Seriously. And we also used the internet! Haha, they had an internet cafe right there! So I made Arianne an e-mail since she wanted one so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, got woken up by my uncle at eight. We have to go swimming now, he says, because we're going to leave at eleven. It's high tide again, and the waves were more furious than ever. I was very exhausted because just when you're recovering from your wipe-out from one wave comes another. Even the sandbar wasn't an option, but it was fun jumping around the waves. We ate brekkie and went back to the pier, where we boarded the 12 noon ferry. It was still eleven so-and-so but the ferry was already filled! What time DO they board? Nine?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second ferry ride took longer because of the waves. The little boat was bouncing from side to side and most of us got a little seasick so most of us slept, except for a bunch of drunk people at the back. We arrived at Hagnaya past one and drove back to the city. Whoopee. Didn't barf this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5od1yq" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing at the Yooneek Beach Resort! Isn't it neat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5od20n" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging by the beach. See the waves? Those are just the small ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5od25w" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1-2)Palengke Kings and Queens!&lt;br /&gt;(3)The town plaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5od27o" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at the resort take 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5od2cx" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) One of the oldest Churches in the Philippines. It was my first time there, and I made a wish when I saw it! So enchanting! &lt;br /&gt;(2-3) At the beach again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/5od2eq" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing, posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, back-to-school already. This sucks. Waaa. I haven't even changed my sleeping habits yet. Yaikz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday: a picnic at Transcentral! Yipee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111803975366713884?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111803975366713884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111803975366713884' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111803975366713884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111803975366713884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/bantayan-second-time-around.html' title='Bantayan: The Second Time Around'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111769131870137195</id><published>2005-06-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:50:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabaliwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay naku, Patty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ka talagang kwenta!!!!!!!!!!!! *&lt;em&gt;punch&lt;/em&gt;* Bruha ka!!!!!!!!!!!! *&lt;em&gt;punch&lt;/em&gt;* Grrr!!!!!!!!!!!! *&lt;em&gt;punch&lt;/em&gt;* Naiinis ako sa iyo sa lahat ng pinag-gagawa mo!!!!!!!!!! *&lt;em&gt;punch&lt;/em&gt;* Mag-isip-isip ka nga!!!!!!! *&lt;em&gt;punch&lt;/em&gt;* SIRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *&lt;em&gt;punch&lt;/em&gt;* Bakit pa kasi iniisip mo anong sabihin ng iba?!!!!!!!!! *&lt;em&gt;punch&lt;/em&gt;* Bakit ayaw mo nalang gawin ang gusto mo?!!!!!!!!!! *&lt;em&gt;punch&lt;/em&gt;* Ayaw mo ba maging masaya?!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *&lt;em&gt;punch&lt;/em&gt;* BRUHA!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hmm, umaandar lang naman ang kabaliwan ko no? Hayaan niyo na ako, blog ko 'to. Dito ako maglalabas ng walang kwentang sama ng loob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm going to Bantayan Island again! Yipeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/dare4moreF4/bantayan09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/dare4moreF4/bantayan08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/dare4moreF4/bantayan10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.travelphil.com/fotos/pics/bounty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.visitadventure.com/drift/files/ID372-3130762015bantayan_island2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yipeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye, cosmopolitan Cebu (for now)! Hello, Bantayan Island!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111769131870137195?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111769131870137195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111769131870137195' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111769131870137195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111769131870137195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/kabaliwan.html' title='Kabaliwan'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111753613748798092</id><published>2005-06-01T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:11:01.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay.</title><content type='html'>I can't summon an ounce of creativity where my blog template is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't summon any positive energy to do some things I need to do before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so drained, I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111753613748798092?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111753613748798092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111753613748798092' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111753613748798092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111753613748798092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/06/hay.html' title='Hay.'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111737340398507051</id><published>2005-05-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:30:04.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am drowning in watermelon.</title><content type='html'>*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room underwent an extreme makeover over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom promised me that we'd renovate my room when I decided to move in, like, five years ago. But this was a promise she only got to fulfill now. Actually, it wasn't really her who fulfilled it, it was my aunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about this several times already. She was itching to paint my walls because most of the paint was chipped. We agreed on light blue because my room is positioned where the sun hits, so it's totally hot in the afternoons. Light blue will help make it feel airy. And we agreed to paint only one wall, because technically there was only one wall whose paint was chipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my surprise when my maid woke me up around ten yesterday telling me I had to go to the other room because my room will be repainted. And so I did, but my aunt didn't arrive until one. She brought a gallon or so of paint, in the color of-- guess what?-- watermelon! Sheesh. I looked at the paint bucket in horror, but I wasn't able to ask her why the hell she got that color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and my maid painted ALL four walls. Even my maid got a little too excited and painted the doorknob and the switch in the same color. It took a few hours to get everything done, and good thing the paint she bought was quick drying. But, watermelon?! Hello!! Is she on crack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my door is watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She painted the back of my door white though, along with the inside doorframe. She painted the closet that came with the room (and is completely unmoveable AND a total hassle) white. The linings of my floor are white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually they weren't done yet. The topmost of the walls are still off-white because they had a hard time reaching it. I'm not having a hard time adjusting to the color, but still. It's watermelon! And since the watermelon color on the switchh looked absolutely revolting I had the maid paint it white again. So that's cool, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the paint has dried for a few hours already, I slept in the same room and woke up with a cough, to which I can only blame on the paint fumes. My throat hurts. Ow. Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111737340398507051?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111737340398507051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111737340398507051' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111737340398507051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111737340398507051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-drowning-in-watermelon.html' title='I am drowning in watermelon.'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111710136208299366</id><published>2005-05-26T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:56:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to think of it...</title><content type='html'>... I look better with curly hair. Really. I realized this last night when I was sooo bored that I got out my curling tongs (kikay!) and curled my hair. Haha. Really, though, I noticed that straight hair is sooo limp. Boring. It won't make you stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I happened to have curly hair. That was nearly three years ago, because three years ago I went into the salon a curl-head and went out with my hair straight. And it needs to be retouched every year to keep the straightness in. If not, your hair will do this bending thing that looks so pathetic. I'm sick of straight hair. Why did I ever have it straightened in the first place? I miss my curls. It's not like I don't love my straight hair, it's just that I miss my old hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my message to curl-heads who want to have their hair straightened: Don't. Keep it as it is. Unless you want to have regrets. Really, you just need to find the right products to tame your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson I learned this week is not to act on impulse unless I want to look stupid and feel uneasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something triggered me yesterday to have an outburst and, like, say something to someone. Now, this something is really private and I shouldn't have said it because it is the stupidest thing ever on mankind (except for the hypothalamus thing, I guess). But I can't help myself because I was so frustrated. And so, I did the crime. And I'm fast regretting it. THAT WAS SO STUPID, MAN! Why? Why?! WHY can't I keep my big mouth shut?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when people rub it in. Bullcrap. Like, for example, your friend met a person you were really dying to meet. And then she goes around telling you this and that. Yuck, man. That is like rubbing salt on a stinging, fresh, open wound. I AM SO FRICKEN' ANNOYED!!!! And then she goes around telling how that special person treated everyone like this and how she treated you specially and how you got super close to her in the picture and whatsit! Feeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I understand the feeling, especially if that person is rather famous and and an idol to everyone. It is understandable. But... but... but... it's like rubbing salt on a stinging, fresh, open wound!! Do you know this feeling?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just don't need this right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the things I said back up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood is the new Idol. Wahoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111710136208299366?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111710136208299366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111710136208299366' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111710136208299366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111710136208299366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/05/come-to-think-of-it.html' title='Come to think of it...'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111686571087870434</id><published>2005-05-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:42:10.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Magpaplastikan muna ako ngayon, dahil sa totoo lang, hindi ko talaga feel mag-blog.&lt;/em&gt; This is only for the sake of updating. Eh I love my blog &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; eh. And a note &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;. If you dare ask me if I am okay, sorry &lt;em&gt;nalang&lt;/em&gt; but I will claw at your eyeballs using my super long fingernails. Hala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have two weeks more of summer freedom. And I have not done anything productive at all. &lt;em&gt;Hay naku. Bahala na si &lt;/em&gt;Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is doing this weird jutting-out thing. It is kind of cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I grew taller. &lt;em&gt;Baka siguro dahil yan sa palagi akong natutulog&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, come on. What else is there to do? Do something productive? Poke into my eyeballs using a fork? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever heard ballet flats could be painful? I was literally limping a few hours after I wore this pair my aunt bought me. I don't know where the hell she got it, but it sure does hurt. I'm sure it was cheap. I am fully going to buy a new, comfortable pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so, I've been wanting to have ballet flats. BUT when I got that pair, I wasn't overjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have new shoes. School shoes. From Florsheim. And socks. And a Converse messenger bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Portman is bald. But she's still beautiful. It's just a matter of getting used to her without hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next door neighbors, which are also extended family, were robbed recently. I have a sneaking suspicion that it is my uncle, who robbed our house a few years ago, taking mostly jewelry. I have a feeling it is my uncle because he always strikes whenever someone's about to have a birthday. But whoever heard of a &lt;em&gt;magnanakaw&lt;/em&gt; taking a broken VHS player (hello, we are sooo DVD nowadays!) and a broken rewinder, plus the blender without the pitcher thing, and taking PhP1,500 but leaving PhP100 behind? Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me like a ton of bricks after I posted my other entry. Why don't I look for Ate Mimi in Friendster? This IS the Friendster age, after all. So I searched for her and I did find her. I sent her a message, and she replied. But I have not replied to her yet. She is in Makati &lt;em&gt;na pala&lt;/em&gt;, for good. And she wants me to come visit her in Makati. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Obviously, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a TV commercial &lt;em&gt;para sa isang &lt;/em&gt;fast-food, &lt;em&gt;masyado namang &lt;/em&gt;sexy &lt;em&gt;yung kay&lt;/em&gt; Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masarap sa &lt;/em&gt;Kenny Rogers. &lt;em&gt;Ang tagal na kaya niyan dito sa &lt;/em&gt;Ayala, &lt;em&gt;pero&lt;/em&gt; last Monday &lt;em&gt;lang ako nakakain doon&lt;/em&gt;. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel naked without lip balm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hypothalamus is located in the human brain. This sentence goes out to this person I've sort-of dealt with recently online. Porquet Kapuso &lt;em&gt;siya eh ang &lt;/em&gt;hypothalamus &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt;, which is the organ of emotion, is located in the heart. That is the stupidest thing I ever heard. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Spongebob undies!! Too bad they were briefs. I would've wanted a pair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naka&lt;/em&gt;-unlimited internet na ako. Yay. As if I'm not perpetually online in the first place. Doi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Hiram. Hiram. Hiram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111686571087870434?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111686571087870434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111686571087870434' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111686571087870434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111686571087870434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/05/magpaplastikan-muna-ako-ngayon-dahil.html' title=''/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111661407230269407</id><published>2005-05-21T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:34:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No More Hiram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel kind of sad. &lt;strong&gt;Hiram&lt;/strong&gt; ended tonight, and, like, it's the only soap opera I've faithfully watched in, like, years! Technically, I've never been a faithful soap opera viewer because I find them dragging at times, but certainly Hiram is the only soap opera which I've seen most of the episodes. And-- do not bash me-- it's the only soap opera I ever cried over. Really! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, now I have nothing to look forward to weeknights. Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love how Hiram ended. No stupid wedding polls. You know what I mean. It's rather unforgettable... see, the main character does not have to be killed for a soap opera to be unforgettable. :) I also love Hiram's theme songs, like, &lt;strong&gt;Hiram&lt;/strong&gt; itself, plus&lt;strong&gt; Say You Love Me&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;Fallin'&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Minsan Pa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Pixie is acting up again. Would've loved to post some choice caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Meteor Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;strong&gt;Meteor Garden&lt;/strong&gt; mania all over again! Is that bad? Probably not for ABS-CBN. I heard that MG's ratings are high. No offense, but F4 is so two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really a fan of F4. MG, maybe, but not F4. Oh okay, I'll admit I used  to like &lt;strong&gt;Vic&lt;/strong&gt; so much... haha. I remember two years ago, the mall beside our school would be full of STC students tuning into Meteor Garden that our discipline-in-charge had the TV set turned off. Me? Nah. I rush home to watch it. Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just tune in whenever I can. All I can say is... it sure gives me a lot of ideas for fanfictions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back-to-School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not again. I'm not satisfied with my summer break yet! Hehe, &lt;em&gt;damot&lt;/em&gt;. I still need a vacation from my vacation. Worse, my über-cool posse and I are split up! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My books are incomprehensible. Whatever that means. My mind is so fuzzy right now, I can't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Afraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eek, lightning just flashed outside. I really get scared of lightning (duh, who won't?). But I also get scared of thunder. And I'm alone in my room! Aack! *scared*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird Feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Earlier, I felt really, really weird! Like a lunatic, which I already am. I was having a fit of giggles and I was smiling at totally ridiculous things. But the weird thing in that is the weird feeling in my stomach. It felt like butterflies were flying around. I felt excited. But WHY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this feeling involved the feeling that something really good is happening/happened, but I looked over it. What is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay naku, Patricia. Ano na naman itong kagagahan mo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Missing You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so miss a lot of people, that I lost count. I don't even hear from them anymore! :( Here are two special ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Mimi&lt;/strong&gt;... drat, last time I saw her was on TV pa, when she was in the &lt;strong&gt;Mutya ng Pilipinas&lt;/strong&gt; pageant. Worse, that was YEARS ago, five years or so. I haven't heard from her in e-mail or text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Rina&lt;/strong&gt;... last time I saw her was in school, when I passed our CD to Miss Jumillier. I remember I was wearing my mini-skirt and the guard refused to let me into school because it was so short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when these people aren't busy, they do take time to say hello, but lately there were no hellos from... &lt;strong&gt;Michi&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kathleen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ate Amor &amp; Doris&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Liezel&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jess&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Zandy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tammy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Maky&lt;/strong&gt;, etc. &lt;em&gt;Hay&lt;/em&gt;, I so miss you guys! Actually, &lt;em&gt;kulang pa yan&lt;/em&gt;. I just can't think of anyone else right now (uh, hello, it's two a.m.). But I bet I can make a long list of who I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111661407230269407?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111661407230269407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111661407230269407' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111661407230269407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111661407230269407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-more-hiram.html' title=''/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111626110245833755</id><published>2005-05-17T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T01:25:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat Is On</title><content type='html'>(tacky title, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the promised longer entry about my weekend getaway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother &lt;b&gt;Nico&lt;/b&gt; and I packed our bags for the two-day trip. We were to go to my Uncle and Aunt's house in &lt;b&gt;Talisay&lt;/b&gt; because they were the ones who will take us to &lt;b&gt;Bantayan Is.&lt;/b&gt; Or so, we thought. With us are next door neighbors, who are my uncle's siblings, &lt;b&gt;Arianne and Arnold&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arianne, Arnold, Nico and I woke up at &lt;b&gt;four&lt;/b&gt; in the morning, because my uncle told us that we should be awake by that time. We barely had sleep because we weren't really used to sleeping early, and I couldn't sleep well because Arnold was snoring like crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went downstairs to get ready, and to our annoyance my uncle and aunt aren't awake yet. In the kitchen we found &lt;b&gt;Yaya Ivy&lt;/b&gt; preparing &lt;b&gt;egg sandwiches&lt;/b&gt; for the trip. I munched on a cold donut while Arianne and Arnold had sandwiches and milk. We watched TV for around half an hour or so before aunt and uncle woke up. We all rushed to get dressed and left the house around five.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sun was beginning to rise as we travel down the streets of Cebu, and we stopped by our house (meaning mine and Nico's) to pick up my other uncle who was coming with us. Mum was still asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrived at &lt;b&gt;Hagnaya Wharf&lt;/b&gt; at around &lt;b&gt;eight thirty,&lt;/b&gt; nearly three hours since we took off. It was a fun drive, I think. We just slept, talked and ate. But I was a little uncomfortable, since I was squished in the front seat with Arianne, but it's okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The barge that's supposed to take us to Bantayan is scheduled to leave at &lt;b&gt;ten&lt;/b&gt;, so we bummed around the wharf for a while and ate barbeque. While doing this, my uncle's cousin &lt;b&gt;Reinna&lt;/b&gt; called and said that there was a fiesta at &lt;b&gt;Maya&lt;/b&gt;, another wharf, and where her family lives. After several negotiations, the grown-ups decided to go to Maya, where we could take a boat to Malapascua Is., come back late in the afternoon, celebrate the fiesta and sleep in a hotel, wake&lt;br /&gt;up early and drive back to Hagnaya to take a barge to Bantayan, come back after a few hours and then go home. Pretty hectic, eh? I was pretty peeved about this at first, but I cooled off after a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We cancelled our tickets to the barge and drove to Maya, which is around an hour away from Hagnaya. I found out that my relatives had a &lt;b&gt;restaurant&lt;/b&gt; and a &lt;b&gt;beauty parlor&lt;/b&gt; there, and they were kinda prominent. Like, if you don't know the directions to the house, which we didn't, all you had to do was mention the family name and they would know where to lead you. Cool, huh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="75" src="http://tinypic.com/54zwok" width="500" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two pictures are of us, the first one with my Lola (the farthest one on the left side, behind my aunt) in their restaurant in Hagnaya. It's called &lt;b&gt;Fits All&lt;/b&gt;, and so is their parlor. Why, I do not know. We bummed there for a few minutes, then we drove to this resort nearby where we stayed the night. See last three photos. The first one is me with Arianne and Arnold, with the &lt;b&gt;Tina Turner bird&lt;/b&gt; as background. We called it as the Tina Turner bird because we didn't know what kind of bird it was. I mean, it was baby blue with scary red eyes and curly hair, like Tina Turner. And we also had a mock game of billiards. And in the last photo is us in a little bridge over the fishpond. And oh yeah, see my sunglasses? They're really cool, huge ones from my uncle, who claims it's an original &lt;b&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/b&gt;. And, yeah, it does look original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="75" src="http://tinypic.com/54zwqt" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we had lunch, we went to the wharf to get a pump boat to cross the sea. That was around &lt;b&gt;twelve&lt;/b&gt;, but the boat does not leave until a half-hour later, so we took photos. The first three were of us bumming around the boat. On board with us were a few local people and three foreigners. One was a baldy American with a huge bag and the other two looked like a German couple who were photographers. The boat reached Malapascua in an hour, and we immediately swam (fourth jpeg). And the last photo is me, my brother and my aunt on the boat back to Maya. It's not noticeable, but we were soaking wet there. It's because we just put on our clothes on top of our suits and jumped on the boat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="188" src="http://tinypic.com/54zwvc" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An hour later the boat arrived at Maya. We checked into the resort and showered, before going to Aunt Reinna's house nearby for dinner. It was yummy. We had &lt;b&gt;lechon&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;scallops&lt;/b&gt;. And then we all settled to ponder on life (ha-ha). My uncle insisted on taking our picture because he says that we will all be recognized as a family because of our &lt;b&gt;wide foreheads&lt;/b&gt;. Thanks a lot, uncle. So that's my aunt at the left, my Aunt Reinna, me, Aunt Reinna's husband and my uncle Owen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We browsed the streets which were full with people. There were &lt;i&gt;perya&lt;/i&gt; booths and &lt;i&gt;ukay-ukay&lt;/i&gt;. After a few minutes we finally left for the resort because we still had to get up early for the next day. It turns out that my uncle scored a deal with a captain, and for a specific fee, the boat would take us to Bantayan from Maya. And mind you, it would take &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; hours, but it was worth it. And so after preparing, we finally slept. That's my brother with my uncle there. But I don't know if they were really asleep when this photo was taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="94" src="http://tinypic.com/54zy8o" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We woke up at around &lt;b&gt;five&lt;/b&gt; to do some last minute preparations. But I woke up before then to use the bathroom because I had been hard-headed and drank &lt;b&gt;Coke&lt;/b&gt;, but I really didn't have a choice. We ate brekkie and drove to the wharf where our boat was waiting. The trip took more than three hours, but I didn't mind because I could appreciate beauty of nature (Miss Cebu, here I come!). But really, the sights were amazing. I even saw some &lt;b&gt;flying fishes&lt;/b&gt;. The sea was so clear and it was a beautiful day. We alternated between sleeping, eating and taking photos. And best part is there was a signal! Cool! The pictures above are of all of us in the boat. First two is me and my brother goofing for the camera, third is Arianne, Nico, me and Arnoldand fourth is my Aunt with Arnold at the back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="75" src="http://tinypic.com/54zyfk" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was my first time in Bantayan, and it is really beautiful. More beautiful than Malapascua, because Bantayan is purely sand whereas Malapascua has rocks. Doesn't this remind you of Bora? All pictures contain Arianne, me, Arnold, my uncle Owen, my brother and uncle Ding, except for the third one because it's just uncle O with my brother and the second, fourth and fifth picture because uncle O isn't there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="94" src="http://tinypic.com/54zygj" width="500" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, more pictures in Bantayan. First is my, err, sizzling hot babe of a brother. Ha-ha! The second one is my aunt who looks like she's wrestling my brother to a good pose for the cam. My caption for the third photo is "Small, Medium, Large." :) See, I am so tiny! And fourth is "Extra-Small, Small, Medium, Large." Why not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We rode the boat back to Maya at around noon because it'll take forever to get home, and my uncle O still has to pack for his Manila trip. And yeaahh, I got naked on the boat! Oh, um, not really. See, we didn't check into a resort in Bantayan, and we were driving straight home after we arrive in Maya, so we had to change clothes on the boat. My aunt did it first, facing away from us and covered by her husband with a towel. I was a little apprehensive but my aunt did&lt;br /&gt;say that we're in the middle of the sea, so it's not like anyone's gonna see us changing. So I changed. I went to the back of the boat with my towel, peeled off my suit and changed into a colorful spaghetti top and white shorts. The trip back was quicker than the trip to the island.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was practically burning when we arrived at Maya. I am &lt;b&gt;burnt&lt;/b&gt;! I totally ran to the shade when I got out of the boat. We went home and arrived at our house at seven in the evening, where I watched TV before finally falling asleep- so asleep that my mom couldn't even wake me up. The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some other choice photos from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="222" src="http://tinypic.com/54zsxi" width="500" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother, Nico! The first photo was taken at the resort we stayed, and behind is the Tina Turner Bird. The second was in Malapascua Is. on the beach in front of the &lt;b&gt;floating bar&lt;/b&gt;. I wanted to swim there, but I wasn't able to. And third was a photo I took myself. That was early morning on Sunday, on the boat to Bantayan. I guess this is his best picture (because it was taken by me- haha!) But seriously, it's better if you took shots of Nico when he's not posing&lt;br /&gt;because he poses rather badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="222" src="http://tinypic.com/54zwa8" width="500" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that is me, on the pump boat, in my blue racerback and LV shades. I can't say anything about myself! The second pic is me with Arianne (and I just noticed Nico's at my feet), and the third one is me in Bantayan. For some reason I was camera-shy there. :-p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might wonder how tanned I am right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="187" src="http://tinypic.com/54zt06" width="500" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, that is me, very tanned. Wait... why do my eyes look &lt;b&gt;bigger&lt;/b&gt;? That's weird. My sun burnt shoulders are better now, but my nose is starting to peel. Already! Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And may I just add.... I missed &lt;b&gt;Ranger&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="187" src="http://tinypic.com/54zwhk" width="500" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, Ranger, our rather &lt;b&gt;primadonna dog&lt;/b&gt;. I have not seen him for days and I missed his &lt;i&gt;kakulitan&lt;/i&gt;. And when I whipped out the camera to take photos of him, &lt;i&gt;aba, nag-pose&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's how my weekend went. It was a totally cool weekend getaway, and at&lt;br /&gt;least I could write something significant in those "&lt;b&gt;What I Did Last&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;/b&gt;" essays in school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if my photos won't convince you to come to Cebu, I don't know what else&lt;br /&gt;will. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111626110245833755?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111626110245833755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111626110245833755' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111626110245833755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111626110245833755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/05/heat-is-on.html' title='The Heat Is On'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111584171785765976</id><published>2005-05-12T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T04:01:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race7/images/teams/ron_index.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race7/images/teams/rob_index.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race7/images/teams/uchenna_index.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so even with only four hours of sleep, I watched &lt;strong&gt;Amazing Race 7's &lt;/strong&gt;Season Finale. It was kinda funny because I had set my alarm at &lt;strong&gt;8:50 a.m.&lt;/strong&gt; earlier so I can watch, but I woke up five minutes earlier so I just lay down and waited for time to pass when suddenly there was a &lt;strong&gt;brown-out&lt;/strong&gt;. I was SO annoyed but luckily, eight minutes later the electricity came back on, and TAR hasn't begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;strong&gt;2-hour special&lt;/strong&gt;, with three teams remaining: &lt;strong&gt;Ron &amp; Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;, the POW and the Pageant Queen, &lt;strong&gt;Romber&lt;/strong&gt;, the engaged Survivor couple and &lt;strong&gt;Uchenna and Joyce&lt;/strong&gt;, the childless couple. For me it was an exciting ending because there were so many twists, like, U &amp; J didn't have money to pay their cab right outside the gate that separated them from the finish line, and still they begged for money even though other teams could be coming. It was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Kelly finished &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt;, because they missed the earlier flight that U&amp;J and Romber took. I was totally cheering for &lt;strong&gt;Romber &lt;/strong&gt;(and I dunno why!) but they only came second place because U&amp;J finished first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little bad that Romber didn't win, but what the heck, they're already millionaires from &lt;strong&gt;Survivor All Stars&lt;/strong&gt;. And U&amp;J are totally deserving winners. They're the nicest team on the race, they don't play dirty that much, and how many girls like Joyce are willing to shave off their beautiful hair so they could be in the first place? I sincerely hope that their in-vitro procedure will be successful so they could finally have a kid. If not, there's always adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Romber won a ton of prizes anyway, for always being first. Ron and Kelly have some serious talking to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the new season! Outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111584171785765976?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111584171785765976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111584171785765976' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111584171785765976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111584171785765976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/05/amazing.html' title='Amazing.'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111548865905896635</id><published>2005-05-08T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T02:15:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible</title><content type='html'>Before anything else, I'd like to greet my Mommy a &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/4zvslx"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is a card that I made for her, using my new Photoshop skills. Last year, I had given her an e-card, so I'm doing something else this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After typing the things below, I realized that even when I am the one pissed, annoyed and maybe hurt, I am still concerned how others might feel. Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really trying to calm myself down. And I had several attempts not to post an entry like this, but in the end, I ended up writing an entry anyway. You see it &lt;em&gt;naman, diba&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have a &lt;em&gt;major tampo&lt;/em&gt; on a few people. And I know it is wrong because these people are the nicest ever, really. But I can't help myself from having a tampo, &lt;em&gt;diba&lt;/em&gt;? Yes, I know I could use the excuse of PMS for this, but when you're infurated, you're not supposed to unleash your anger to other people. That is just so wrong. And I do feel guilty now that I'm sober. I guess an entry written while I'm sober is better than an impulsive entry, as I do not want to hurt the feelings of those I have a &lt;em&gt;tampo&lt;/em&gt; on. But it's still so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;bakit ako may tampo sa kanila&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabihin na lang natin na&lt;/em&gt; you were really looking forward to talking to your friends again after a week hopelessly trapped. And then you're really sleepy &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; (plus the fact you have a wedding to attend and you need your sleep) but still you're forcing yourself to stay awake just so you can talk to them, but when you arrive, &lt;strong&gt;PAK&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Walang tao&lt;/em&gt;. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nabwibwiset ako ngayon, &lt;/em&gt;to tell you the truth. For others, this may not seem like it's a big deal, but I am not one of you. I felt really really bad. I felt like I was invisible, like I didn't exist at all. I hate being ignored, but I am not KSP. I just really really hate the feeling of being ignore. Hello, you guys could always say that, "Hey, I can't talk tonight..." but &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;!! No text messages or anything! I'm really pissed and annoyed. And really, it is not just now that I felt so invisible. Life is so unfair. Others get noticed all the time and some people don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;nagtatampo ako ngayon&lt;/em&gt;. But my &lt;em&gt;tampos&lt;/em&gt; are not to be taken seriously (in my opinion), because I could never hold a grudge against a person for long. I don't want the uncomfortable feeling of being mad at someone and having someone mad at me. I may say, "I will not speak to you for a week!" but after a day, hey, guess who's talking? I can easily be won over with a smile and an apology. That's the kind of person I am. Unless of course, my &lt;em&gt;tampo&lt;/em&gt; has a valid reason that made me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people whom I have a &lt;em&gt;tampo&lt;/em&gt; on (come on, it's obvious!), I just hope that you will understand. And I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; get over this &lt;em&gt;tampo&lt;/em&gt; after a good night sleep or two. I know that I couldn't really blame you guys 'cause I realize you probably have reasons, but what I don't understand, and what hurts (gee, drama) is why you didn't just tell me. I would've fully understood. And it is not like I'm so hard to reach. I'm just here, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I know I may sound way too selfish, but it's how I feel. And this is my fucking blog. Off with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so childish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111548865905896635?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111548865905896635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111548865905896635' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111548865905896635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111548865905896635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/05/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111540628076558983</id><published>2005-05-07T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T03:10:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught My Attention</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things that caught my attention lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.one.org/"&gt;One&lt;/a&gt;- this is an organization-slash-campaign. It's a new effort to rally Americans to fight the emergency of global AIDS. Each &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; of us can make a difference. Together as &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; we can change the world. And oh, in the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=COMMERCIAL" target="_blank"&gt;commercial&lt;/a&gt;, I see &lt;strong&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/strong&gt;. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.staying-alive.org"&gt;Staying Alive&lt;/a&gt;- I found some of their commercials way tacky, but I suppose it's for a good cause. It's also a campaign to promote awareness about and prevention of AIDS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.natalie-imbruglia.co.uk/"&gt;Natalie Imbruglia&lt;/a&gt;- I think she's featured in MTV this month. I love her new song, &lt;strong&gt;Shiver&lt;/strong&gt;, and she is very, very beautiful. And I also like her &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=VOICE" target="_blank"&gt;voice&lt;/a&gt;, kinda relaxed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gwenstefani.com/"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/a&gt;- I didn't really pay much attention to her first song, &lt;strong&gt;Rich Girl&lt;/strong&gt;, but I sat around long enough to catch her latest &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=VIDEO" target="_blank"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hollaback Girl&lt;/strong&gt;, which is my LSS. She's so thin, but I find her also pretty. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariahcarey.com"&gt;The Emancipation of Mimi&lt;/a&gt;- Mariah is back! I love her latest releases, &lt;strong&gt;It's Like That&lt;/strong&gt; (feat. JD &amp; Fatman Scoop) and &lt;strong&gt;We Belong Together&lt;/strong&gt;. Like, isn't it obvious I've been watching too much MTV?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiram&lt;/strong&gt;- I've been trying not to miss an episode, since I know it'll be ending on May 20. Hiram is practically my favorite &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SOAP" target="_blank"&gt;soap&lt;/a&gt; opera of this moment (ha-ha). I can't wait to see how it will end. Some people say it will be &lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt; who will end up dying, because he will donate his heart to the dying &lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, addict &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race"&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;/a&gt;- Next week will be the season &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FINALE" target="_blank"&gt;finale&lt;/a&gt; already! I can't wait. Too bad &lt;strong&gt;Meredith and Gretchen&lt;/strong&gt; got booted out. I like them a lot; they've been really strong even though they're slightly older than the rest. I don't know which team am I going to cheer for: &lt;strong&gt;Rob and Amber&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ron and Kelly&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Uchenna and Joyce&lt;/strong&gt; because I like them all! But I have a feeling it'll be Uchenna and Joyce. And no matter how bad Romber are... I still like them, and I don't know why! They didn't stop over when another team had an accident, and Rob even did a few sneaky tricks, but whatever. We'll see. Wednesday on &lt;strong&gt;AXN&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Studio 23&lt;/strong&gt;, with a primetime telecast Thursday evening at &lt;strong&gt;Studio 23&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;Ehem, plugging...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rebel Billionaire: Branson's Quest for the Best&lt;/strong&gt;- A very promising show. And Richard Branson is really cute, even if he has white &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAIR" target="_blank"&gt;hair&lt;/a&gt;. I hated &lt;strong&gt;Jermaine&lt;/strong&gt;, so I'm glad he's out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bikiniscience.com"&gt;Bikinis&lt;/a&gt;- Until now, I am still not over them, even though I gained an inch on my waistline. I. AM. NOT. DRINKING. COKE. AGAIN. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dismissed&lt;/strong&gt;- I like the concept of the show, especially now that it's &lt;strong&gt;Globally Dismissed&lt;/strong&gt;, although I doubt the couples formed in that show last long, as they're countries away from each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BACHELOR" target="_blank"&gt;Bachelor&lt;/a&gt;/ette&lt;/strong&gt;- The &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=BACHELOR" target="_blank"&gt;Bachelor&lt;/a&gt; 5 just ended last week, and Jesse picked &lt;strong&gt;Jessica B&lt;/strong&gt;. over &lt;strong&gt;Tara&lt;/strong&gt;. Not a bad choice, but I &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=FELT" target="_blank"&gt;felt&lt;/a&gt; bad for Tara. And Jesse didn't pick &lt;strong&gt;Trish&lt;/strong&gt;! Yay! And &lt;strong&gt;The Bachelorette 2&lt;/strong&gt; is starting tonight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Cruise &amp;amp; Katie Holmes&lt;/strong&gt;- Oh my gosh, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are going out! All I can say is, &lt;em&gt;"Haba ng &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=HAIR" target="_blank"&gt;hair&lt;/a&gt; ni &lt;/em&gt;Katie!&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/marie922/Tom%20Cruise%20and%20Katie%20Holmes/4444312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hay. That's all. Good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111540628076558983?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111540628076558983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111540628076558983' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111540628076558983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111540628076558983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/05/caught-my-attention.html' title='Caught My Attention'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/marie922/Tom%20Cruise%20and%20Katie%20Holmes/th_4444312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111470572512731165</id><published>2005-04-29T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:07:53.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly Inspired</title><content type='html'>*poem deleted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee, sorry to those who haven't read it. It was just a poem poem poem. No meaning what-so-ever. I was just possessed to write it one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, let me say this with feeling: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M BACK! I'M FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week was &lt;strong&gt;hellish&lt;/strong&gt;. I had to be deported to my aunt's house in the south because my Yaya &lt;strong&gt;Vilma&lt;/strong&gt; took a leave. It was a bit fun, because we (&lt;strong&gt;my brother, Anne, Arnold&lt;/strong&gt; and I) had the house to ourselves, but it was so bloody &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;! There were only a few shows that caught my interest in their cable TV. And the house was so &lt;strong&gt;noisy&lt;/strong&gt;. And they drank &lt;strong&gt;Coke&lt;/strong&gt; every meal of the day (oh, wait, that's not boring)! Okay, there were so many things you could do there, but I just found my stay there lonely, because I had no one to talk to, no communication, and &lt;strong&gt;NOT A SINGLE PERSON WHOM I TEXTED TEXTED ME BACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, except for &lt;a href="http://daddyslittleangel.blogspot.com"&gt;Tams&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jayzhelle.blogdrive.com"&gt;Kryzzle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://princessmarie.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Toni&lt;/a&gt;, who is my consistent &lt;em&gt;ka&lt;/em&gt;-text. And &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/megalomaniac77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;. And &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt;, who's in the hospital because of &lt;strong&gt;dengue&lt;/strong&gt;. But still. WHY WON'T YOU BLOODY TEXT ME BACK?! (hehe, &lt;em&gt;parinig&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Coke, my tummy &lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt;. How many times do I absolutely have to tell myself not to drink bloody coke for breakfast! I really need to live out this rule of mine, otherwise I will suffer more. Aack, my tummy hurts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's cousin's wedding is this &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, May 8 (mum's day), and my bloody dress is not yet done! In fact, my uncle hasn't started working on it. What did I tell you about his (her) punctuality? He only showed me the design &lt;strong&gt;last night&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a tube dress in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; with powder &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; ruffles, and it stops right above my &lt;strong&gt;knee&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it will be cool, just as long as he finishes it ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was dragged to &lt;strong&gt;Ayala&lt;/strong&gt; last Sunday, because Anne and Arnold wanted to watch &lt;strong&gt;ASAP '05&lt;/strong&gt;. There were so many people in Ayala, and it was so shocking. It's like half of Cebu's population is there! I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, the parking lot was crowded. And it was a sunny day that people were all sweaty and smelly, and I so had a hard time breathing. And because of my, um, smallness, I hardly saw anyone. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111470572512731165?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111470572512731165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111470572512731165' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111470572512731165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111470572512731165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/suddenly-inspired.html' title='Suddenly Inspired'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111462021686305699</id><published>2005-04-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T00:43:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer and the News</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe that today, I got up &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; one in the afternoon! What an&lt;br /&gt;achievement. I'm trying to change my sleeping habits because, you know, I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;to grow. You have to be tall to be a supermodel (Ha-ha, just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; lately. Jeez! And my room is so &lt;strong&gt;stuffy&lt;/strong&gt; I had to open at least one window&lt;br /&gt;for fresh air to get in. All the fans are on full blast (at me, I mean), and when&lt;br /&gt;drinking water, I even have to put &lt;strong&gt;ice&lt;/strong&gt; on it. Ack. Wish I could turn on the &lt;strong&gt;AC&lt;/strong&gt;, but&lt;br /&gt;it's costing us a fortune for the AC to be on only during the night, and with me&lt;br /&gt;practically hooked to Pixie... well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mood is just as blazing hot as the weather. I can't go online because my&lt;br /&gt;uncle somehow tinkered with the connection, and I had to make a new one, but I don't&lt;br /&gt;have the card here with me so I can't log on. I have some tutorials to read to make&lt;br /&gt;more blog templates. And also, he consumed all the ice, so my OJ this morning so did&lt;br /&gt;not have ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just me, though. All of us are in raging moods right now.&lt;br /&gt;What a heatwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few hours later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is &lt;strong&gt;WAY freaky&lt;/strong&gt;. Last night, I was able to go online. And today, I wanted to go online too, but my connection won't budge. Then I realized that my &lt;strong&gt;USERNAME&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;PASSWORD&lt;/strong&gt; is not the same. There were so many characters in the username box, and my phone number isn't the same! And who can tamper it when Pixie is in my room and I lock it, so, like, duh? &lt;a href="http://adikk.deviantart.com"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt; said it must be hackers. &lt;strong&gt;HACKERS?!&lt;/strong&gt; *pissed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending? Had to get a new prepaid card. Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the &lt;strong&gt;President of China&lt;/strong&gt; is here, huh? I actually didn't know until today, when I&lt;br /&gt;tuned in to the news. That was uber generous of him to give the Philippines some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; (A billion and something pesos). I just hope that that money is put to good&lt;br /&gt;use, because, you know, that amount of money could do a whole lot of good for this&lt;br /&gt;country, if you'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not up to date on the latest news, but I do know that there was a &lt;strong&gt;fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, in &lt;strong&gt;Manila&lt;/strong&gt;, and a poor family was trapped inside. One of the members of&lt;br /&gt;this family is &lt;strong&gt;Erika Theresa Chua&lt;/strong&gt;, a Sophomore student. I stumbled upon a &lt;a href="http://erika-chua.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;her, made by her classmates. May she, &lt;strong&gt;Ciara Abalos&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;Madrigals&lt;/strong&gt; (Not Jamby), &lt;a href="http://princessmarie.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Toni's &lt;/a&gt;aunt and the rest of the &lt;strong&gt;Chuas&lt;/strong&gt; rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathleen&lt;/strong&gt; is coming home &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Summer version of, "&lt;em&gt;What I Want for Christmas&lt;/em&gt;." I made it, because I am&lt;br /&gt;bored. Bear with me. I had no idea I was so girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an out-of-town trip&lt;/strong&gt;: I have spent nearly all my summers in this island, so I want to&lt;br /&gt;go somewhere else. Even at neighboring islands would be absolutely fine, as long as&lt;br /&gt;there is the &lt;strong&gt;sea&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;sand&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course, my ultimate dream is to go &lt;strong&gt;abroad&lt;/strong&gt;, but I&lt;br /&gt;do not see that happening soon. Oh well. I just hope that weekend getaway of ours&lt;br /&gt;will push through this &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, because I am seriously bummed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;books&lt;/strong&gt;: I am such a sucker for books. You know, I wouldn't consider my summer as&lt;br /&gt;boring if I just had a new book every week. I still haven't bought &lt;strong&gt;Can You Keep A&lt;br /&gt;Secret?&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Teen Idol&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sophie's World&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;The Five People You Meet in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;The Princess Diaries IV, &lt;/strong&gt;not to mention my own copies of &lt;strong&gt;Angels and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Demons&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;All-American Girl&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dress&lt;/strong&gt;: I couldn't help but want those cute summer dresses  in stores right now. I&lt;br /&gt;am not the dressy kind of girl (or maybe I am), but they are just so cute. Having&lt;br /&gt;one right now would be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a skirt&lt;/strong&gt;: I love skirts! I only have a few ones, but I so like wearing them because&lt;br /&gt;they're very comfortable and make me feel girlish. I think I have &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; skirts, one&lt;br /&gt;made of &lt;strong&gt;denim&lt;/strong&gt;, one micro-mini in &lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;cheerleader-ish&lt;/strong&gt; skirt in &lt;strong&gt;turquoise&lt;/strong&gt; and a&lt;br /&gt;long, flouncy one in &lt;strong&gt;white with blue stripes&lt;/strong&gt;, and I can't get enough of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a bikini&lt;/strong&gt;: This is probably the biggest joke in this list, because I am not that&lt;br /&gt;comfortable in showing off. I even feel uncomfortable sometimes in my blue &lt;strong&gt;tankini&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I saw so many bikinis in this magazine that I totally found myself wanting them.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of the regular bottom, I want &lt;strong&gt;boyshorts&lt;/strong&gt; with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tanning lotion&lt;/strong&gt;: For once, I actually want to be &lt;strong&gt;tan&lt;/strong&gt;! I probably look like I haven't&lt;br /&gt;seen the sun this summer. I am so sick of all those whitening stuff already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new jeans&lt;/strong&gt;: I can't seem to find a good pair, but I am dying for one. It's really&lt;br /&gt;hard to find one that fits me, because I am small, so I just get those bigger sizes&lt;br /&gt;in the children's section. Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a clutch&lt;/strong&gt;: Mum and I were browsing through stuff in the mall when we came across&lt;br /&gt;these cute &lt;strong&gt;clutches&lt;/strong&gt;! Seriously, they were &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cute, but we left them anyway. Why did&lt;br /&gt;we ever leave them?! Hel-lo! *knocks on head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t-shirts&lt;/strong&gt;: Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new Chuck Taylors&lt;/strong&gt;: I can't seem to get enough of one pair! I am fully going to save up when school returns, so I can buy another pair! Remember my post a few months back, saying that I'm going to save up for this black pair? Well, my saving sorta got out of track, so this time, I am REALLY going to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinking of more. For now, outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111462021686305699?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111462021686305699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111462021686305699' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111462021686305699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111462021686305699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/summer-and-news.html' title='Summer and the News'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111418720407114767</id><published>2005-04-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:26:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How My Thursday Went</title><content type='html'>So, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MY THURSDAY WENT&lt;br /&gt;in Patty Standard Time (PST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:00 a.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Roused by brother, birthday boy &lt;strong&gt;Nico&lt;/strong&gt; and our cousins &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Moriah&lt;/strong&gt;. Had no idea why they were up at the break of dawn. Yelled at them to &lt;strong&gt;bug off&lt;/strong&gt; to catch more Zzz's. Not the most mature and &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt;-ish thing to do, I know, but my mind was hopelessly in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:20 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Finally woke up and went downstairs in silk PJs. Found the three musketeers about to eat &lt;strong&gt;spaghetti&lt;/strong&gt; while watching &lt;strong&gt;Game Ka Na Ba&lt;/strong&gt;. Ate &lt;strong&gt;spaghetti with Coke&lt;/strong&gt;. That was &lt;strong&gt;breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;. You're not supposed to have Coke when you wake up, so I can't blame myself for having stomach pains immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:40 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Mum arrives from &lt;strong&gt;half-day&lt;/strong&gt; at office. Orders son to take a bath immediately so he can go to Church. Insists bringing Lynn along. Mum refuses, but gives up almost immediately because of sons' nonstop &lt;em&gt;bickering&lt;/em&gt;. Brother takes bath with Lynn and Moriah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:10 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Mum finally left with brother and cousin Lynn. Poor Moriah! Tried to cheer her up with some &lt;strong&gt;candy&lt;/strong&gt; from the apple-shaped bowl, but instead takes her afternoon &lt;strong&gt;nap&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:00 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Uber bored after taking a bath. Mum arrives with Lynn and Nico, while the other musketeer still in deep slumber. Tries to find something upbeat and party-ish music on the radio, but &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; stations were playing &lt;strong&gt;mushy love songs&lt;/strong&gt;. So not appropriate for a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:20 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Surrenders on the radio, and puts a pirated dance mix &lt;strong&gt;CD&lt;/strong&gt;. But CD refuses to play. Tries again to no avail. Yells at mum for the &lt;strong&gt;CD cleaner&lt;/strong&gt;, but CD cleaner does not play. Exasperated, I went to my room for my burned CDs, only to discover they were &lt;em&gt;missing&lt;/em&gt;. Fully gives up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:15 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Barges to &lt;strong&gt;next door&lt;/strong&gt; after realizing I lent my CDs to them. Found out one neighbor &lt;strong&gt;asleep&lt;/strong&gt;, one in &lt;strong&gt;Manila&lt;/strong&gt; and one &lt;strong&gt;shopping&lt;/strong&gt;. Also found our &lt;strong&gt;doggie&lt;/strong&gt; tied up, whimpering. Takes said dog for a &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt;, which included running to our home and darting under chairs. Leash and my hands tangled for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:25 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Decides to return doggie to &lt;strong&gt;prison&lt;/strong&gt; next door. Tries to pull dog back but the dog refuses, until I nearly choked him with his leash with all that pulling. Once dog is tied up again, discovers that sleeping neighbor is &lt;strong&gt;awake&lt;/strong&gt;. Asked for my CDs and returns home and tries in vain to play them. They play, but they tend to &lt;strong&gt;skip&lt;/strong&gt;. Tries CD cleaner again, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:10 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; No birthday guests yet. Sitting at home with feet on the table and demands celebrant who was playing &lt;strong&gt;GameBoy&lt;/strong&gt; where guests were. Says they're still preparing.  Demanded brother if there was a celebrant who was just playing a &lt;strong&gt;GameBoy&lt;/strong&gt; on his birthday. Brother ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:40 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Food is served after guests and celebrant played. Helped mum and helpers serve spaghetti and Coke. Posed as official &lt;strong&gt;photographer&lt;/strong&gt;. Nico blows candle, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, guests and celebrant plays again. &lt;strong&gt;Anne, Arnold and I&lt;/strong&gt; served as &lt;em&gt;hosts&lt;/em&gt;. Ha-ha. Played &lt;em&gt;popcorn&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Trip to Jerusalem&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Bring Me&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Newspaper Dance&lt;/em&gt; and other games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:50 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Mum's friends from office arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:30 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Eating starts. Very impressed at the dishes mum and aunt selected. There's &lt;em&gt;chicken gordon bleu&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; two kinds of beef courses&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;veggies&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;lechon&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;buko pandan&lt;/em&gt;. And the resident &lt;strong&gt;mango float &lt;/strong&gt;which I finally got my hands on. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, cousins &lt;strong&gt;Faye&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kyle&lt;/strong&gt;, with parents arrived. Have not seen them in over a year, since uncle was injured, but I did see Faye last October, during that wedding. Kyle, who's turning 2 or 3 is already walking. Faye, on the other hand, three whole years younger than me, was shockingly nearly as tall as me! I was very, very &lt;strong&gt;amazed&lt;/strong&gt; (and okay- scared) how short I was. Silently vowed to drink more milk. Luckily, I am the same height as Faye's mum, so that's an achievement, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn and Moriah's little sister, &lt;strong&gt;Nia&lt;/strong&gt; (8 months) arrived with working parents and ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:40 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; After hearing "&lt;em&gt;Say You Love Me&lt;/em&gt;" from next door TV set, immediately darted to mum's room to watch &lt;strong&gt;Hiram&lt;/strong&gt;. Fully missed the news, &lt;strong&gt;Wazzup Wazzup&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;The Amazing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Race&lt;/strong&gt;. Asks &lt;a href="http://fearlessbounce.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Judie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://princessmarie.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Toni&lt;/a&gt; a few questions through text, but only Ate Toni replied. Made &lt;em&gt;chika&lt;/em&gt; with her on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:30 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Downstairs already empty, most of the guests already left. Starts cleaning up, but latecomer &lt;strong&gt;Aunt&lt;/strong&gt; arrives, eats what's left and hangs around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:30 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Texts Ate Toni goodnight. Gets into &lt;strong&gt;PJs&lt;/strong&gt; and reads a book while whiling away the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:00 p.m.-&lt;/strong&gt; Switches on the PC to do some &lt;strong&gt;Photoshop&lt;/strong&gt; tinkering while whiling away the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:00 a.m. April 22, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;- Went online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes Patty's Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, please do visit my &lt;a href="http://pattymanuelle.fotopic.net"&gt;Fotopic account&lt;/a&gt;. But I don't have many photos yet, as I only created my account last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111418720407114767?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111418720407114767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111418720407114767' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111418720407114767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111418720407114767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-my-thursday-went.html' title='How My Thursday Went'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111410233664079764</id><published>2005-04-22T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:52:16.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Lists</title><content type='html'>This is the sort of list one would be making at the &lt;strong&gt;beginning&lt;/strong&gt;, or at the &lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt; of the year, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS YEAR, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Started my own blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Got a rather low grade on Math (wah wah wah)&lt;br /&gt;3. Fought with stupid teachers who think they're right&lt;br /&gt;4. Started sleeping early and waking early to study&lt;br /&gt;5. Learned HTML&lt;br /&gt;6. Learned Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;7. Made more friends *wink*wink*&lt;br /&gt;8. Watched less of TV&lt;br /&gt;9. Spent more time on Pixie (that's my computer)&lt;br /&gt;10. Got used to having a dog in the house&lt;br /&gt;11. Spent the night at a girlfriend's house&lt;br /&gt;12. Managed not to get a warning&lt;br /&gt;13. Got interested in books again, rather than magazines&lt;br /&gt;14. Raised a grade five points&lt;br /&gt;15. Lowered a grade by nearly 8 points (How could you do this to me, Mdme. G? I have high scores on your tests, for the love of heaven!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishment, accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the sort of list one should be making at the &lt;strong&gt;beginning&lt;/strong&gt; of summer, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS SUMMER, I WILL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lessen intake of soda and iced tea&lt;br /&gt;2. Memorize something useful for the next school-year&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to touch our dog without being afraid&lt;br /&gt;4. Overcome shyness (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn more HTML and Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;6. Make more friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Spend time outdoors&lt;br /&gt;8. Wear my specs when I am in front of the computer&lt;br /&gt;9. Exercise to straighten spinal cord&lt;br /&gt;10. Stop wasting time answering surveys on Friendster&lt;br /&gt;11. Update my blog regularly&lt;br /&gt;12. Overcome insecurities&lt;br /&gt;13. Dutifully watch Full House, Hiram, The Bachelor/ette, The Amazing Race, Charmed, and The Rebel Billionaire. Except that when I feel diligent to watch Charmed, someone else is hogging the fricken' television set.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;15. Watch movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Not speak to this guy, or whatever he is, who keeps on farting in my face, orders me around, says bad words in front of my brother, promises me things, but never comes around to fulfill it anyway, and basically just pisses me off. Idiot. I'm not talking abut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the sad part is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for numbers &lt;strong&gt;5, 6, 11, and 14 (+16),&lt;/strong&gt; I will probably not come around to accomplish these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111410233664079764?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111410233664079764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111410233664079764' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111410233664079764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111410233664079764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/tale-of-two-lists.html' title='A Tale of Two Lists'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111402456221370785</id><published>2005-04-21T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T03:16:02.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Blog Princess</title><content type='html'>Been a while, eh? I was just really lazy to make new entries, though I admit I do have quite a lot on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; to my only &lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt;, SO cute and SO dear to me, &lt;strong&gt;Alfonso Nicolas&lt;/strong&gt;! He's eight for three hours already, and he's asleep. Oh well. He isn't &lt;strong&gt;nocturnal&lt;/strong&gt; like me, so let him be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have a &lt;strong&gt;birthday bash&lt;/strong&gt; for him in a few hours. He has invited all his playmates to his party, and mum is serving &lt;strong&gt;hotdogs&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;spaghetti&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;cakes&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;juice&lt;/strong&gt;. Lovely. And then dinner with the family, here at home. To my certain knowledge, it is &lt;strong&gt;buffet style&lt;/strong&gt; since mum kept mumbling about the caterer. Good thing she was the one who chose the food, with my aunt, because if Nico did, then it will all be &lt;em&gt;fried&lt;/em&gt;. Of course, there will be &lt;strong&gt;lechon&lt;/strong&gt; later and &lt;strong&gt;mango float&lt;/strong&gt; in the fridge right now. My hands are scratching to eat that float, but I restrain, which is hard to do since it looks very tempting. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I &lt;strong&gt;made&lt;/strong&gt; this &lt;em&gt;new template&lt;/em&gt; all by myself! It took me sheer hard work, an old version of &lt;strong&gt;Adobe Photoshop&lt;/strong&gt;, endless tutorials and republishing, and &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; days, but look at the outcome! It's basic though, since I just meddled with one of &lt;strong&gt;Blogger's&lt;/strong&gt; templates, but still. This is actually version &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;, because version ones' background is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and it is so not me. If I posted that, then I'd be changing templates in a day, because blogging is supposed to be &lt;em&gt;expressing yourself&lt;/em&gt;, and if the template isn't me, then what IS the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I came up with a new one, and this is it. It's not really done yet, because it may have some glitches, but whatever. &lt;strong&gt;I made a template!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I don't seem SO self-obsessed, because my picture is all over the place. I cannot think of a design, so this is what I came up with. It reminds me of the cover of &lt;strong&gt;All-American&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSTRUCTION: &lt;/strong&gt;Click the images on my sidebar to reveal more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't help but feel sad, letting go of my &lt;strong&gt;previous template&lt;/strong&gt; which I used for quite some time. I've become too attached to it. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/strong&gt;, whoever you are, I want you to know that I will &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; appreciate sarcastic comments about my new template, as I've worked very hard on it. It's not like I completely lost my sense of humor, I'm just touchy on this one since it's new. Once I get over the, "&lt;em&gt;Wow-I-made-this-template-all-by-myself&lt;/em&gt;!" feeling, then do feel free to hurl your very &lt;em&gt;humorous&lt;/em&gt; sarcastic comments at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111402456221370785?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111402456221370785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111402456221370785' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111402456221370785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111402456221370785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/lost-blog-princess.html' title='The Lost Blog Princess'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111342361391769164</id><published>2005-04-14T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T04:20:13.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Fashion and Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fashion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Needtofindadressdesign. Needtofindadressdesign&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're to attend my mom's cousin's &lt;strong&gt;wedding&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt; and she requests us to be there. So, my uncle is sewing my &lt;strong&gt;dress&lt;/strong&gt;. Wee, tres fun! Well, he's also a &lt;strong&gt;fashion designer&lt;/strong&gt; so he could totally design it too. But he also told me to look for styles I want and now I'm looking. Which brings us to the topic: &lt;strong&gt;Fashion&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most friends consider me as a &lt;em&gt;'fashionista'&lt;/em&gt; but I really don't think so. I tend to mismatch stuff and when I realize it (usually it's too late), I so feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to The Topic. Yes, so I'm looking for &lt;strong&gt;dress designs&lt;/strong&gt; (online) and I told my uncle to start sketching designs that I can choose, but he hasn't done that yet. The most he says is that my dress will be a &lt;strong&gt;short one&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;tube&lt;/strong&gt;, and either &lt;strong&gt;peach&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;orange&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; is the motif, hello &lt;strong&gt;Ate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;!). At one point he said I will wear (be prepared) &lt;strong&gt;leg warmers&lt;/strong&gt;!?! That totally does not match, but he says, "Look at &lt;strong&gt;Heart&lt;/strong&gt; (Evangelista), her clothes don't match but she looks fine." Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's a bit exciting to have him sew me a nice dress. I trust him (just not in terms of &lt;strong&gt;punctuality&lt;/strong&gt;!). He had me browsing over several couture and bridal magazines, and telling me to pick a style but I couldn't find anything. Most of them were too outrageous for a simple garden wedding! But I do find &lt;strong&gt;Monique Lhuillier's&lt;/strong&gt; bridal collection so beautiful. I was never a fan of &lt;strong&gt;lace&lt;/strong&gt;, but I found myself liking it now, hehe. Just take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/other%20photos/ML01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/other%20photos/ML02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... oh yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/other%20photos/ML03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yay!! (I do sound idiotic here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I could not find the original &lt;strong&gt;gown of my dreams&lt;/strong&gt; that I fell in love with a few months ago. &lt;strong&gt;Tammy&lt;/strong&gt;, a few friends and I were chatting and looking at Ms. Lhuillier's website for gowns. Frustrated. But it's not like I'll be getting married soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/other%20photos/FullHouse2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;strong&gt;Full House&lt;/strong&gt; earlier, and I really find &lt;strong&gt;Jessie's&lt;/strong&gt; (Song Hye Kyo) fashion style really cool! She dresses like a &lt;strong&gt;doll&lt;/strong&gt;, and she uses very &lt;strong&gt;vibrant&lt;/strong&gt; colors, making her look very fresh. I love how she matches her &lt;strong&gt;tops&lt;/strong&gt;, her &lt;strong&gt;skirts&lt;/strong&gt;, those &lt;strong&gt;high-heels&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;totes&lt;/strong&gt;, and that &lt;strong&gt;off-center&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ponytail&lt;/strong&gt;! Hmm, might be doing that off-center ponytail soon. I just hate &lt;strong&gt;Justin's&lt;/strong&gt; style. It's so.. blah compared to Jessie's fun clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, before I went online, I was watching &lt;strong&gt;Oprah&lt;/strong&gt; and their guest was none other than... &lt;strong&gt;Valentino&lt;/strong&gt;! I was mesmerized by the clothes that he designed, like that &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; one worn by &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Garner&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; one worn by &lt;strong&gt;Julia Roberts&lt;/strong&gt; when she won best actress for &lt;strong&gt;Erin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Brockovich&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lavender&lt;/span&gt; one worn by &lt;strong&gt;Halle Berry&lt;/strong&gt;, etc! His creations are also so beautiful. I loved this specific dress, in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, tube, and fell just above the knees with poufy stuff on it which looked like &lt;strong&gt;roses&lt;/strong&gt; to me. A model wore a longer version of that dress in the show. It was a signature Valentino creation, and it was just so pretty! But I can't find a picture online. Hey... moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;photoshop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this must be sooo last century ago. I heard a lot about what photoshop can do, but it's only now that I'm making the effort to actually learn it. :) I asked mom for an installation CD, and I now have version 6. I'm kinda looking for version 7, so if you're willing to help, then do so. I can't even apply what I learned in tutorials because there are some features missing in version 6. V. v. frustrating. But I did experiment and I was able to do a few magic tricks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/other%20photos/DuckieinParis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this Duckie in Paris. This is the first image I ever photoshopped, using photos from samples. I didn't bother editing it well, since I got the hang of it anyway (hmph). Hehe, isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/other%20photos/MuffinsandStrawberries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I call Muffins and Strawberries. Actually, the tutorial came with an iced tea image but when I downloaded it, it was way smaller than the strawberries and the muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:15 in the morning now!! Erlack. I told myself not to go beyond 3am. Bad, bad me. Sleeping now. G'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111342361391769164?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111342361391769164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111342361391769164' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111342361391769164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111342361391769164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-fashion-and-photoshop.html' title='On Fashion and Photoshop'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111324488229113131</id><published>2005-04-12T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T02:41:22.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumble Mumble</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's been so &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; since I totally updated, you know? It pains me &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to blog (hehe), but since I'm on &lt;strong&gt;free internet&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;midnight&lt;/strong&gt; onwards, &lt;strong&gt;Blogger&lt;/strong&gt; loads so &lt;strong&gt;slowly&lt;/strong&gt;. It's really a grr.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, what can I say? &lt;strong&gt;I miss school&lt;/strong&gt;! Lol! Believe it or not, &lt;strong&gt;I do&lt;/strong&gt;. Not that I miss the &lt;strong&gt;meanie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;teachers&lt;/strong&gt;, but I do miss my &lt;strong&gt;nice teachers&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;my friends&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;my schoolmates&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;the nice janitors&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;janitresses&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;the strict, yet very cool security guards&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;the hardworking&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hardineras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;the cafeteria food&lt;/strong&gt;, basically &lt;em&gt;lahat&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, I missed you all, and I miss my beloved &lt;strong&gt;STC&lt;/strong&gt;! I miss the pressures of waking up at &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning to study, spending hours on the PC writing &lt;strong&gt;term papers&lt;/strong&gt;, spending a &lt;strong&gt;ridiculous&lt;/strong&gt; amount for a creative project... book and movie &lt;strong&gt;reviews&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;algebra&lt;/strong&gt;... yay! I never thought I'd miss school &lt;strong&gt;this early&lt;/strong&gt;(The irony)! But I don't want summer hols to be over, as I'm not over school yet. But if there'd be a day to go to school just to hang out with everybody else, &lt;strong&gt;no WORK&lt;/strong&gt; whatsoever, then I would definitely go there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm having &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; with my summer. I've regained my original status as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;puyatan queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but don't ask. Mostly I'm &lt;strong&gt;stuck at home&lt;/strong&gt; but I don't really mind. I can do anything I want, with no pressure what-so-ever. I can sleep without being reprimanded and I can eat whenever I want. Speaking of eat, I really must &lt;strong&gt;control&lt;/strong&gt; my very &lt;strong&gt;voracious appetite&lt;/strong&gt;. Even my &lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt; pointed out that I'm &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt; na (WTF?)! I'm trying to &lt;strong&gt;lessen&lt;/strong&gt; what I eat now. But I had this week-long &lt;strong&gt;craving&lt;/strong&gt; for the soup part of &lt;strong&gt;Lucky Me's beef noodles&lt;/strong&gt; which I was only able to satisfy &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;. Swear, it was all I could think of, like &lt;strong&gt;BEEF NOODLES! BEEF NOODLES&lt;/strong&gt;! And swear again, I mostly had the &lt;strong&gt;soup&lt;/strong&gt; because I didn't care for the noodles part. Everyone knows you can satisfy cravings by drinking &lt;strong&gt;water&lt;/strong&gt; but it SO didn't work for me. I had enough so I asked &lt;em&gt;Yaya&lt;/em&gt; to buy me Lucky Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bad news is that I can't fit into my favorite &lt;strong&gt;white miniskirt&lt;/strong&gt; without it being fully stretched! Grr. And you could clearly see it fully-stretched. Argh, I so hate that! Bad bad bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I would like to greet my little cousin &lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday&lt;/strong&gt;! She turned &lt;strong&gt;six&lt;/strong&gt; last &lt;strong&gt;Sunday night&lt;/strong&gt; and had a &lt;strong&gt;grand party&lt;/strong&gt; in their house in &lt;strong&gt;Bulacao&lt;/strong&gt;. It was really fun. They hired a &lt;strong&gt;clown&lt;/strong&gt; to supervise games and etc, and he was really funny. He even tried to persuade me to join the game but I totally refused. I wasn't really game. And they had good food too. So, Lynn, happy birthday! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood these days is always &lt;strong&gt;swinging&lt;/strong&gt;. It seems that I am like that every &lt;strong&gt;two weeks&lt;/strong&gt;. Earlier I was a bit &lt;strong&gt;emotional&lt;/strong&gt; and just wanted to &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;, but now I totally feel &lt;strong&gt;giddy&lt;/strong&gt; for no reason. You know, I'd laugh at something funny (Which I don't really do when I'm reading), and flash this &lt;strong&gt;gazillion-watt smile&lt;/strong&gt; as if photographers are around me, taking my picture, and batting my eyes. Weird no? I am chuckling amusedly as I type this. Forgive my whacko mood. But it is nice to be in a good mood. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, by the way, I took advantage of &lt;strong&gt;my high Math grade&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm so mean, but I do deserve it. I asked nearly everyone to buy me a &lt;strong&gt;new book&lt;/strong&gt; as a reward for my sheer, hard work. And so the people I asked agreed, they're gonna give me new books! So very happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately. Nothing really special, but just basic stuff. And I wanted to write about my &lt;strong&gt;reflections&lt;/strong&gt; here, but because of my stupid mood, I forgot all about them. Typical. As for now, I'm working on a poem called &lt;strong&gt;Handwriting&lt;/strong&gt;. And it's not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go to bed. I am sleepy (NOT), and I have cramps. Again. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoutouts&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt;- You lucky lucky girl! Don't forget my &lt;em&gt;pasalubong&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloghoppers&lt;/strong&gt;- Thanks for dropping by! I've been totally lazy but I will visit your blogs soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;- You do realize my phone, my mobile &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; my e-mail has been socially inactive (well, except for &lt;a href="http://alexciathechemist.blogspot.com"&gt;Liezel&lt;/a&gt;). What gives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111324488229113131?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111324488229113131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111324488229113131' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111324488229113131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111324488229113131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/mumble-mumble.html' title='Mumble Mumble'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111316511433155548</id><published>2005-04-11T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T04:31:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You always ask me&lt;br /&gt;Those words i say&lt;br /&gt;And telling me what it means to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;You always act this way&lt;br /&gt;For how many times i told you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;For this is all i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me and hold me&lt;br /&gt;And you will see&lt;br /&gt;The love i give&lt;br /&gt;For you still hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;You always act this way&lt;br /&gt;For how many times i told you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;For this is all i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go far away from you&lt;br /&gt;Even the sky will tell you&lt;br /&gt;That i need you so&lt;br /&gt;For this is all i know&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go far away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me and hold me&lt;br /&gt;And you will see&lt;br /&gt;The love i give&lt;br /&gt;For you still hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;You always act this way&lt;br /&gt;For how many times i told you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;For this is all i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go far away from you&lt;br /&gt;Even the sky will tell you&lt;br /&gt;That i need you so&lt;br /&gt;For this is all i know&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go far away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go far away from you&lt;br /&gt;Even the sky will tell you&lt;br /&gt;That i need you so&lt;br /&gt;For this is all i know&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go far away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go far away from you&lt;br /&gt;Even the sky will tell you&lt;br /&gt;That i need you so&lt;br /&gt;For this is all i know&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go far away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go&lt;br /&gt;[never go away]&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go away&lt;br /&gt;[never go]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freezing. Five AM. Gotta go. Brr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111316511433155548?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111316511433155548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111316511433155548' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111316511433155548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111316511433155548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-always-ask-me-those-words-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111277208954291871</id><published>2005-04-06T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T15:21:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Natalie</title><content type='html'>Tres amusant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this &lt;a href="http://www.faceanalyzer.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://fearlessbounce.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate J&lt;/a&gt; recommended to me. It's really, erm, &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt;. See, all you gotta do is register, then you upload a good pic, and they determine your race, personality, and your celebrity match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/Screenshots/th_Screenshot01.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/Screenshots/Screenshot01.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for an enlarged size.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;strong&gt;screenshot&lt;/strong&gt; of my own page. It says that my race is &lt;strong&gt;SouthEast Asian&lt;/strong&gt; (Which is true) and &lt;strong&gt;Anglo-Saxon&lt;/strong&gt;. Erlack. I asked mum, who was checking the site at the same time, and she said it's an &lt;strong&gt;old race of people in the past&lt;/strong&gt;! In my words, "Sooo last century!" Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My celebrity look-alike? No other than &lt;strong&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/strong&gt;, aka &lt;strong&gt;Padme Amidala&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;Star Wars&lt;/strong&gt;. Amusing. Judging from the photos, we do look alike (kinda). What do you think? Do we look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very, very amusing. Mum hasn't registered, so she didn't see her celebrity look a like, but her race is &lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;. Ha-ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me one more thing: What happened to &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Garner&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111277208954291871?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111277208954291871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111277208954291871' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111277208954291871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111277208954291871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-miss-natalie.html' title='Little Miss Natalie'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111263189272459316</id><published>2005-04-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:24:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to be thankful for, but I feel like I haven't thanked You enough. I know that in my prayers every night I would always say, "Thank You, for the blessings every day," but with all the blessings you give me, I feel that it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank You for guiding me through the last grading period. I have definitely improved, especially in Math, because of Your guidance. You never left me alone in the dark, and I am thankful for that. You would always tell me to give my all, and look, Lord, I did! I raised my Math grade by five points, and my ranking by 10 places! You are the coolest!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, Lord, thank You for giving me my loved ones. I don't know how I could come this far without them, even if they're just a simple acquaintance, an online friend, or a buddy since preparatory, and most especially family members who've been with me since the minute I was born. I would be forever thankful to them for touching my life in a way or another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You for the simple stuff that you give me, which I mostly take for granted, like the air that I breathe and the water that I drink, the trees that gives us oxygen, the animals that serve as food... my voice, my sense of sight, my sense of hearing, my sense of touch and taste... I cannot enumerate all these blessings as they are too many, but I am thankful for all of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I hope that You would continue to shower us with blessings, even simple ones. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111263189272459316?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111263189272459316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111263189272459316' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111263189272459316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111263189272459316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111254708092153322</id><published>2005-04-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:51:20.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Incoherence</title><content type='html'>Had interesting day today. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum took Nico and I out for a shopping spree! Way, way fun. Of course, Nico had the most number of purchases. Well, what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought several t-shirts and sando, plus two shorts, one for house, and one for going out. And he also bought a toy. Erlack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, on the other hand, bought three sets of pajamas. I don't know why. I admit I could use a few more tops and a few more jeans, but I bought pajamas. All in color blue! Reminds me of Ate J- lol! I'm wearing my favorite one right now. It's HOT, dark, dark blue silk tank top and matching pants. Very, very comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Greenwich. Oh, just lasagna and a few garlic sticks. Of course, Nico ate McDo. Well, duh. That was late afternoon, and it's midnight now, so I'm totally hungry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realize it until now, but my shoulders totally hurt!! It's sunburnt. Thank goodness that's the only part of me sunburnt, everything else is a-okay. I like my tan now, actually. Except that my face looks like a package of bleach sat on it, it's whiter than the rest of my body! Erlack. I mean, when people would look at my face, they'd say I'm not tan, then they look at my shoulders and they go, "Oh.." Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed the outing. Totally. It's nice to go and swim and swim the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach, aside from being hungry, is also tied up in knots. Today (Well, it's past 12, aight?) is card-getting day, and I'm uber nervous *shudder*. What if I'd have to take summer classes in Math?! Noo! What happened to Science and to History? My personality grade (if there's such a thing)? Maybe Miss Navaja pulled that down because I argued with her. Hahaha. Yikes. But I know I did my best, so I shouldn't worry too much. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad that the Pope died already. I know, I'm not super religious, but I do pray a lot. And I love the Pope. He's the only Pope I've grown to know, too. I know I should be happy because he's suffering no more, but I feel sad about it. Let's all pray for him. This is a special prayer for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OREMUS (let us pray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are you, Father,&lt;br /&gt;who, in your infinite love,&lt;br /&gt;gave us your only-begotten Son.&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the Holy Spirit he became incarnate&lt;br /&gt;in the spotless womb of the Virgin Mary&lt;br /&gt;and was born in Bethlehem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became our companion on life's path&lt;br /&gt;and gave new meaning to our history,&lt;br /&gt;the journey we make together&lt;br /&gt;in toil and suffering,&lt;br /&gt;in faithfulness and love,&lt;br /&gt;towards the new heaven and the new earth&lt;br /&gt;where You, once death has been vanquished, will be all&lt;br /&gt;in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise and glory to You, Most Holy Trinity,&lt;br /&gt;you alone are God most high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By your grace, O Father, the Jubilee Year began a new&lt;br /&gt;millennium, a time of deep purification and conversion&lt;br /&gt;wherein you invited the Church and the entire human&lt;br /&gt;race to return to you in and through your Son Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Christ. In such a wonderful way you have given us the&lt;br /&gt;gift of Pope John Paul II, in this significant moment&lt;br /&gt;in the history of the Church and the world, to teach,&lt;br /&gt;pastor and lead us into this millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now pray for your servant, Pope John Paul II who&lt;br /&gt;has faithfully and tirelessly proclaimed in word and&lt;br /&gt;deed the Good News of Jesus Christ. As he enters the&lt;br /&gt;"autumn" of his wonderful service, Lord, hold Him&lt;br /&gt;close to your heart; heal and comfort him, let Him&lt;br /&gt;know your deep, intimate presence as He continues to&lt;br /&gt;pour himself out for you and, in your Son, for the&lt;br /&gt;sake of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we truly encounter, as he prayed in the Jubilee,&lt;br /&gt;a time of reconciliation between people,&lt;br /&gt;and of peace restored among nations,&lt;br /&gt;a time when swords are beaten into ploughshares&lt;br /&gt;and the clash of arms gives way to songs of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, grant great favor to our beloved Pope,&lt;br /&gt;so docile to the voice of the Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;faithful to the way of Christ,&lt;br /&gt;diligent in listening to your Word&lt;br /&gt;and in leading so many to the wellsprings of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise and glory to You, Most Holy Trinity,&lt;br /&gt;you alone are God most high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, by the power of the Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;strengthen the Church's commitment to the new&lt;br /&gt;evangelization Pope John Paul has proclaimed and guide&lt;br /&gt;our steps along the pathways of the world,&lt;br /&gt;to proclaim Christ by our lives,&lt;br /&gt;and to direct our earthly pilgrimage&lt;br /&gt;towards the City of heavenly light as he has both&lt;br /&gt;taught and demonstrated through his own holy life,&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary teaching and prophetic invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Christ's followers show forth their love&lt;br /&gt;for the poor and the oppressed;&lt;br /&gt;may they be one with those in need&lt;br /&gt;and abound in works of mercy;&lt;br /&gt;may they be compassionate towards all,&lt;br /&gt;that they themselves may obtain indulgence and&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise and glory to You, Most holy Trinity,&lt;br /&gt;you alone are God most high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, grant that your Son's disciples,&lt;br /&gt;purified in memory&lt;br /&gt;and acknowledging their failings,&lt;br /&gt;may be one, that the world may believe.&lt;br /&gt;May dialogue between the followers of the great&lt;br /&gt;religions expand, and may all people discover the joy&lt;br /&gt;of being your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the intercession of Mary, Mother of your faithful&lt;br /&gt;people, the one to whom this Pope consecrated himself,&lt;br /&gt;his fruitful service and the entire Church and world,&lt;br /&gt;in union with the prayers of the Apostles, the&lt;br /&gt;Christian martyrs, and the righteous of every people&lt;br /&gt;and every age, bring comfort, healing, mercy and&lt;br /&gt;consolation to your son, John Paul II and make this&lt;br /&gt;millennium a time of renewed hope and of joy in the&lt;br /&gt;Spirit for each of us and for the whole Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise and glory to You, Most Holy Trinity,&lt;br /&gt;you alone are God most high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, Almighty Father, Creator of the universe and&lt;br /&gt;of mankind, through Christ, the Living One, Lord of&lt;br /&gt;time and history, in the Spirit who makes all things&lt;br /&gt;holy, be praise and honor and glory now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Paul II Fund:&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the vibrant energetic smile of&lt;br /&gt;that young Pope, filled with hope, proclaiming "Be Not&lt;br /&gt;Afraid!" on that historic day in October, 1978. The&lt;br /&gt;whole world fell in love with him. He was in the&lt;br /&gt;springtime of his ministry. The world was watered by&lt;br /&gt;the spring rains that flowed from his walk with the&lt;br /&gt;Lord and in the Holy Spirit and the Church awakened to&lt;br /&gt;the promise of his pontificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us build a living legacy for Pope John Paul II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donate Now to the John Paul II Fund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Forward this to your Family, Friends and&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivate Your Faith http://www.ycvf.org&lt;br /&gt;Activate Your Voice http://www.yourcatholicvoice.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the Oremus Prayer Network, an international&lt;br /&gt;prayer community, praying for marriage and the family,&lt;br /&gt;a new evangelization of culture, Your Catholic Voice,&lt;br /&gt;and its members and their families.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ycvf.org/oremus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send comments or suggestions to:&lt;br /&gt;members@yourcatholicvoice.org &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without music, life would be a mistake." &lt;br /&gt;                                                --Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111254708092153322?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111254708092153322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111254708092153322' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111254708092153322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111254708092153322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-incoherence.html' title='More Incoherence'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111246024242303109</id><published>2005-04-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T00:44:02.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>Came from the beach! Erlack, I am so, so brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I got this from &lt;a href="http://afraidofme.blogspot.com"&gt;Maky&lt;/a&gt;. Originally, I wanted to do a musical survey but I couldn't find any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A is for AGE:&lt;/strong&gt; Some things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B is for BOYFRIEND's name:&lt;/strong&gt; None at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C is for CAREER:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm still a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D is for DAD's name:&lt;/strong&gt; Manuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E is for ESSENTIAL item to bring on an airplane:&lt;/strong&gt; Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F is for FAVORITE song at the moment&lt;/strong&gt;: What You're Made Of by Lucie Silvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G is for GIRLFRIENDS:&lt;/strong&gt; Too many to mention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H is for HOMETOWN:&lt;/strong&gt; Cebu City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I is for INSTRUMENTS you play:&lt;/strong&gt; A little bit of Piano. I am hopeless when it comes to instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J is for JAM or JELLY you like:&lt;/strong&gt; Strawberry Jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K is for KIDS&lt;/strong&gt;: None, but I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L is for LIVING arrangements:&lt;/strong&gt; Living with mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M is for MOM's name:&lt;/strong&gt; Debbue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N is for NAME of your best friend(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Pearl...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O is for OVERNIGHT hospital stay:&lt;/strong&gt; None yet, thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P is for PHOBIA[s]:&lt;/strong&gt; Speaking in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q is for QUOTE you like:&lt;/strong&gt; What's the point of crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R is for RELATIONSHIP that lasted the longest:&lt;/strong&gt; None!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S is for SINGER(s) you like most:&lt;/strong&gt; Avril Lavigne and MYMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T is for TIME you wake up:&lt;/strong&gt; 6:00 a.m. on school days. Anytime in the afternoon during weekends and summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U is for UNIQUE trait:&lt;/strong&gt; Rolling my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V is for VEGETABLE you love:&lt;/strong&gt; Cauliflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W is for WORST habit:&lt;/strong&gt; Nibbling on my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X is for X-RAYS you've had:&lt;/strong&gt; None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y is for YUMMY food you make:&lt;/strong&gt; Anything instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z is for ZODIAC sign:&lt;/strong&gt; Scorpio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111246024242303109?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111246024242303109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111246024242303109' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111246024242303109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111246024242303109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111238297902543365</id><published>2005-04-02T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T03:16:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherence</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm supposed to be INCOHERENT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:: First of all, I'm &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for not &lt;strong&gt;linking&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;replying&lt;/strong&gt; to your &lt;strong&gt;tags&lt;/strong&gt;. Really, very sorry. I'm just so &lt;em&gt;tamad&lt;/em&gt; to bloghop lately, with my connection so slow and me being sleepy most of the time. I promise to drop by your blogs when I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::&lt;/strong&gt; A fact that I've only recently discovered: &lt;strong&gt;I'm addicted to lip glosses!&lt;/strong&gt; How come I have never noticed this before? When I would receive a lip gloss as a gift, I would immediately brighten up. Tsk tsk, must add it to &lt;strong&gt;Friendster&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;interests&lt;/strong&gt;. Lip glosses, shimmers and balms I love are &lt;strong&gt;GlamShine&lt;/strong&gt; (Forgot the brand... I think it's &lt;strong&gt;Revlon&lt;/strong&gt;?), &lt;strong&gt;The Body Shop's Born Lippy&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Strawberry&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Dior&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Penshoppe's Fruity Pout&lt;/strong&gt; in (what else?) &lt;strong&gt;Strawberry&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Careline&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nivea&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;!!! I am seriously considering telling everyone to get me different lip glosses for Christmas but would you take me seriously? Tee-hee. I'm dying to have my own GlamShine, though, because I only had a tester, but I love it, so... &lt;em&gt;*hint! hint!*&lt;/em&gt; I cannot live without lip balms, seriously. Everyday I must put some on, because I'd feel so incomplete. Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:: I received this in YM as an offline message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pope John Paul 2 is dying. He was given last rites. He has high fever due to urinary tract infection. His BP is slowly lowering. Let's all pray for him. PLS PASS...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do pray for him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Scoliosis&lt;/strong&gt;. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Card-getting&lt;/strong&gt; at school on &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;. I really don't wanna go, but because I'm the one supposed to be handing out CDs, it can't be avoided. One thing I can avoid though, is going to the &lt;strong&gt;classroom&lt;/strong&gt;. Please don't let me have summer classes in &lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;. Please. I would even sign up for &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; sessions of &lt;strong&gt;Personality Dev't Lessons&lt;/strong&gt; as long as I won't attend Math Summer Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades are so &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, okay, I got a passing grade in 1st and 3rd grading. In 2nd... well, never mind. But what about the fourth?! I swear, I did so well! Only &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; exams went kaboo, and the rest (there were lots) of them were &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;! Or maybe not, but they were good scores, like &lt;strong&gt;three mistakes maximum&lt;/strong&gt;. And I think I did well in the finals. &lt;strong&gt;Miss Zerda&lt;/strong&gt; has to make my grades go higher! Erlack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::&lt;/strong&gt; Got a new &lt;strong&gt;swimsuit&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, &lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt; was the one who bought it, without me knowing it. Nice, but I doubt if &lt;strong&gt;gray&lt;/strong&gt; really is my color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::&lt;/strong&gt; I'm bursting with ideas... for&lt;em&gt; fanfiction titles&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::&lt;/strong&gt; Current &lt;strong&gt;LSS&lt;/strong&gt;. Ngee, &lt;em&gt;sabay-sabay&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Candy Shop&lt;/strong&gt;- 50 Cent feat. Olivia&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;It's Like That&lt;/strong&gt;- Mariah Carey feat. Fatman Scoop and Jermaine Dupri&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; What You're Made Of&lt;/strong&gt;- Lucie Silvas&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Get Right&lt;/strong&gt;- Jennifer Lopez feat. Fabolous&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Scotty Doesn't Know&lt;/strong&gt;- Lustra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt; and I were talking today. Here are some lines I thought were funny. (Yes, Ming, I am bored.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All About Failng Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Does 3 quizzes make a difference? We did have a lot of quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi: Yes, it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But they're not really failing. Does it still make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am officially going to barf. Fiona!!!! what to do, what to do???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi: Barf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Recent Philippine Airlines-Korina S. Controversy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fi: I'm going to Manila, btw. Using PAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Make sure your luggage isn't Louie Vuitton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Can i come with you? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi: Sure. You can fit in my bag. (Patty's note: Must-add to my list of Funny Things About Being Small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: With my height, I can. As long as they dont start slashing the bags. *gulp&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Because I'd be killed. I can see the headlines now... &lt;strong&gt;GIRL FOUND SLASHED IN PASSENGER'S MALETA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi: And I'll make a scene in the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fi: NOOOO! My bag! My beautiful bag!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ming is really fun to talk with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::&lt;/strong&gt; Thinking about getting &lt;strong&gt;belly-button pieced&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Wala lang&lt;/em&gt;, just a stupid thing to do to reward myself for all the hard work I've been doing (esp. in Math). Will mum approve &lt;em&gt;kaya&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111238297902543365?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111238297902543365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111238297902543365' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111238297902543365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111238297902543365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/04/incoherence.html' title='Incoherence'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111202967414232815</id><published>2005-03-29T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:07:54.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Okay?</title><content type='html'>Lately, when someone asks, "Are you okay?" I feel like snapping back at her/him. That is such a generic question that you could only answer with an, "I'm fine." Don't you notice that when you ask that question, the replies are usually, "I'm okay," "I'm fine," "I'm doing well," "I'm doing great!" when truthfully, we aren't those things. Not all of the time, of course, but most of the time anyway. And why do we do it? A lot of reasons... Mostly to avoid more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of these people. Many persons tend to ask me if I'm okay. And when I am in a good mood, I answer them honestly, but right now, I am in a bad mood, and this happens lately. I don't know why. I still feel pressured even though school's out and there's nothing to attend to. My mood has been changing drastically, like, a moment, you're having a fit of giggles, then the next one, you're annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my original point: I am in a bad mood, and I tend to reply, "I'm fine," when I know I'm not. I AM NOT FINE! I am always in a cursing mood, I want to snap all the time, I have no one to talk to, because some people who claim they're friends do not even take time to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to break down, really. Crying helps me a lot, especially in releasing emotions that I couldn't express. But for some reason, my eyes are dry, like I've cried too much. Hey, I am still a person. I am not perfect. I have my moments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been sleeping late and waking up late. I don't know, I just don't want to talk to people around the house. I want to talk to my friends, who I guess doesn't want to talk to me, or are just busy with their lives. They don't even make the effort to say hi. It's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one friend. She's actually the reason I'm writing this. I feel touched because of the concern she showed me. She was asking why I'm wearing myself out and I started to reply that nothing, that I'm fine, when I realized that I'm not fine for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A good night sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. A friend to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I feel lonely and insecure&lt;br /&gt;2. No one cares&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to talk to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, if this keeps up, then I will become a depressive person. You want that to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another friend. I don't know if I'm still *her* friend, because *she* doesn't talk to me much. Mostly, *she* just ignores me. Maybe *she* got bored with me. I mean, look at me... &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; must think I'm boring and predictable. *She* doesn't drop by like she used to, just to say hi, but I've noticed she's always saying hi to other people. Or maybe I'm just too selfish for attention. I've always been like that, you know, and it's so pathetic that I've decided to change that. But deep inside, it hasn't changed. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will read my previous post, you will see that I want to be irresponsible. I want to be a child once more so that I'll have attention and people will watch over me, because now that I've grown, they mostly let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is perfect. My friend is talented, and everyone's attention is directed to her, not ME. I know, I may sound truly pathetic, but I let them be. I don't want to grab attention because if everyone's noticing me just because I told them to, then it won't feel right. I feel like I'm living in my friend's shadow, so that's why I'm posting this song, which I could totally relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHADOW&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;Autobiography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was six years old&lt;br /&gt;When my parents went away&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck inside a broken life&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wish away&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;She had everything and more&lt;br /&gt;And my escape was hiding out and running for the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody listen please&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so hard being me&lt;br /&gt;Living in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;Of someone else's dream&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me&lt;br /&gt;Living in a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;A never-ending sleep&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am wide awake&lt;br /&gt;My chains are finally free&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days collided&lt;br /&gt;One less perfect than the next&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck inside someone else's life and always second best&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you now 'cause now I realize&lt;br /&gt;That it's safe outside to come alive in my identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're listening&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to me you haven't seen&lt;br /&gt;Living in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;Of someone else's dream&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me&lt;br /&gt;Living in a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;A never-ending sleep&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Then I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry for me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, sister, father, sister, mother&lt;br /&gt;Everything's cool now&lt;br /&gt;Mother, sister, father, sister, mother&lt;br /&gt;Everything's cool now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my life is good&lt;br /&gt;I've got more than anyone should&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my life is good&lt;br /&gt;And the past is in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;Of someone else's dream&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in a new day&lt;br /&gt;I'm living it for me&lt;br /&gt;And now that I am wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Then I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry, don't feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry, don't feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in, living in, living in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;Living in, living in, living in a new day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be totally lying if I said that I don't mind she has all the attention. Anyways, I'm supposed to be happy right now, because someone just made me happy, but... yeah, I turned sad. Like I said, I just need a good night sleep, and a good friend, if I can find one. But I'm feeling slightly better, now that I've expressed some hidden feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm like this all the time. I have good days too, but I'm having a bad day and I just want to vent out my feelings. When I have a good day, I'll vent out my feelings too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111202967414232815?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111202967414232815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111202967414232815' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111202967414232815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111202967414232815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/03/are-you-okay.html' title='Are You Okay?'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111194557957447740</id><published>2005-03-28T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:46:19.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Fairy-Tales</title><content type='html'>I am currently waiting for some &lt;strong&gt;photos&lt;/strong&gt; to finish &lt;strong&gt;loading&lt;/strong&gt;. It's taking so &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt;! They are &lt;strong&gt;scans&lt;/strong&gt; from a magazine, and it's &lt;strong&gt;ten&lt;/strong&gt; or more pages. Funny, when I loaded the first eight, they were so fast, like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but now I've switched to avail the &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; internet, it's taking forever. It's not &lt;em&gt;ZOOM&lt;/em&gt;. It's not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZOOM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;strong&gt;different&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;emotions&lt;/strong&gt; deep inside me. I am a lot of things. I'm happy, I'm lonely, I'm angry, I'm relaxed, I'm brokenhearted, I'm in love, I'm alone, I have company... I'm everything, but I suppose okay is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as of this typing time, I feel &lt;strong&gt;lonely&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, don't worry, maybe it's just one of those days when you want to be loved... when you want to be &lt;strong&gt;irresponsible&lt;/strong&gt; so that you could be taken care of... when you suddenly want to &lt;strong&gt;go back&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;through time&lt;/strong&gt;, to the times you were &lt;strong&gt;younger&lt;/strong&gt; and the whole family would just &lt;strong&gt;take care&lt;/strong&gt; of you. I feel that way right now. I want someone-- a &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;, perhaps, to whom I could share what I truly feel right now, what's inside my heart that's threatening to spill out, to whom I could cry on, because I do not feel okay right now. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone who used to talk to me all the time. When Someone would send me a simple message, I couldn't help but smile. Even with just the simplest Hi or Hello. This Someone would wake me up some mornings just to ask if I'm okay. I lost contact with Someone a few months back, so I miss Someone. A lot. Someone would just pop in when I least expect, so I try not to expect too much so Someone would pop in. *laughs* Isn't it so pathetic? I like Someone so much, but I don't know if Someone likes me too. But Someone is really sweet and caring and thoughtful. Oh. *sob*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. I would appreciate if&lt;/strong&gt; Meg &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; Fiona &lt;strong&gt;would not say anything about Someone. Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are my favorite love stories as of the moment. Man, I am really stuck reading and watching teenage books and movies!! My list is scary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;/strong&gt; (the book version), &lt;strong&gt;Mia Thermopolis&lt;/strong&gt; is completely head over heels in love with &lt;strong&gt;Michael Moscovitz&lt;/strong&gt;, but she kept it secret from other people, especially her best friend &lt;strong&gt;Lilly Moscovitz&lt;/strong&gt;, who is the &lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt; of Michael. In the third book, Mia admitted to another friend, &lt;strong&gt;Tina Hakim-Baba&lt;/strong&gt; that she is in love with Michael, but Tina does not fulfill her promises of not telling anyone because she told Lilly. To sum things up, Michael invited Mia over at the Computer Booth in the &lt;strong&gt;Winter Carnival&lt;/strong&gt; where he made this special computer program for her with a poem telling her that he &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; her, but Mia believed he was just making fun of her, so she ran away. At the &lt;strong&gt;Nondenominational Winter Dance&lt;/strong&gt;, Michael rushes after Mia, tells her that he meant what he said, and he just kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While skipping art-class in &lt;strong&gt;All-American&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Samantha Madison&lt;/strong&gt; saves the &lt;strong&gt;President of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the US&lt;/strong&gt; from being &lt;strong&gt;killed&lt;/strong&gt;, so she is rewarded, of course. She meets &lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt;, the first son, who turns out to be her classmate in her dreaded art class. Samantha is convinced that she is head over heels in love with &lt;strong&gt;Jack Ryder&lt;/strong&gt;, who is the boyfriend of her sister &lt;strong&gt;Lucy&lt;/strong&gt;. She has this list of reasons why she is in love with Jack, which are all very &lt;strong&gt;ridiculous&lt;/strong&gt;. But David falls for her, and Sam experiences this thing called &lt;strong&gt;frission&lt;/strong&gt; whenever she's with him that she never experiences with Jack. Samantha managed to fall out of love with Jack, and falls for David, only David isn't that happy with her because he was disappointed with her falling for Jack. So they don't talk to each other that often, until my favorite scene happens, which is during art class. David passes this note to Sam saying, "&lt;strong&gt;Friends?&lt;/strong&gt;" and then Sam starts to write, "&lt;strong&gt;Yes, of course&lt;/strong&gt;" when she realizes that she wants to be more than friends, so she writes, "&lt;strong&gt;No, I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to be more&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;than&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;just friends&lt;/strong&gt;" and David goes all, "Whoa!" and writes, "&lt;strong&gt;What about Jack?&lt;/strong&gt;" and Sam writes back, "&lt;strong&gt;What about him?&lt;/strong&gt;" so David draws a heart, and Sam is happy because David still loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/72/59/28m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;Princess Diaries 2&lt;/strong&gt; (the movie), &lt;strong&gt;Mia Thermopolis&lt;/strong&gt; (Anne Hathaway) has to get &lt;em&gt;married&lt;/em&gt; to be the &lt;strong&gt;queen&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;Genovia&lt;/strong&gt;, otherwise, the crown will go to this really cute guy, &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Devereaux&lt;/strong&gt; (Chris Pine). So Mia got engaged to marry &lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jacoby&lt;/strong&gt; (Callum Blue) but she falls in love with &lt;em&gt;Nicholas&lt;/em&gt; instead, who is trying to make Mia fall in love with him so he could get the crown. The ending? Mia did not get married, but she did become the queen. And Nicholas himself falls in love with Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/79/30/36m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;Eurotrip&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Scotty Thomas&lt;/strong&gt; (Scott Mechlowicz) gets busted by girlfriend &lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt; (Kristin Kreuk) during his graduation. When his longtime pen-pal from Germany, &lt;strong&gt;Mieke&lt;/strong&gt; (Jessica Boehrs), suggests they meet up, Scotty thinks Mieke is making a &lt;strong&gt;pass&lt;/strong&gt; at him in &lt;em&gt;German&lt;/em&gt;. He freaks out and tells Mieke not to e-mail him again, for he thinks Mieke is a &lt;strong&gt;pervert&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Scotty&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Doesn't Know&lt;/strong&gt; that Mieke is actually a hot, gorgeous &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;. Thinking that this might be his last chance at true love, Scotty travels all over &lt;strong&gt;Europe&lt;/strong&gt; with friends &lt;strong&gt;Cooper&lt;/strong&gt; (Jacob Pitts) and the twins &lt;strong&gt;Jamie&lt;/strong&gt; (Travis Wester) and &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; (Michelle Trachtenberg). They end up in &lt;strong&gt;Rome&lt;/strong&gt;, where Scotty, dressed as the &lt;strong&gt;Pope&lt;/strong&gt;, admits to Mieke that he is in love with her, so they hook up and have sex in those boxes where you confess. Three months after, as Scotty sends Mieke e-mail, there's this knock on the door, and it was his new dorm mate, who else, but Mieke, who decided to go to university in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/93/45/28m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;Chasing Liberty&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Anna Foster&lt;/strong&gt; (Mandy Moore) escapes from her bodyguards while in &lt;strong&gt;Europe&lt;/strong&gt;. She tags along with this stranger &lt;strong&gt;Ben Calder&lt;/strong&gt; (Matthew Goode), to whom she falls in love with, but it turns out that Ben is also a &lt;strong&gt;Secret Service agent&lt;/strong&gt; working for the &lt;strong&gt;President of the United States&lt;/strong&gt;. So Anna runs away from Matthew to go on her own. I forgot how this movie ended, but I'm pretty sure Anna and Ben end up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/94/99/58m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;First Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Samantha McKenzie&lt;/strong&gt; (Katie Holmes) is the &lt;strong&gt;first daughter&lt;/strong&gt; in the US. She goes to &lt;strong&gt;university&lt;/strong&gt; followed by bodyguards, but one day, she escaped from them with a fellow student &lt;strong&gt;James Lansome&lt;/strong&gt; (Marc Blucas). Samantha falls in love with James, but she finds out that James is also a &lt;strong&gt;bodyguard&lt;/strong&gt;. Samantha and James didn't end up with each other (At least, that's how it seemed to me) but the story did end with them kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/58/87/48m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;Sleepover&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Julie&lt;/strong&gt; (Alexa Vega) and her friends sneak out from their &lt;strong&gt;slumber&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;party&lt;/strong&gt; on a &lt;strong&gt;scavenger&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hunt&lt;/strong&gt; for a "very important cause" which is the "&lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;" lunch spot by the fountain because that's what defines you as 'cool' or 'uncool' in high-school. Since Julie has a crush on this cute guy &lt;strong&gt;Steve&lt;/strong&gt; (Sean Faris), her rival &lt;strong&gt;Stacie&lt;/strong&gt; (Sara Paxton) dared her to get Steve's &lt;strong&gt;boxers&lt;/strong&gt;. The last item on the list was this &lt;strong&gt;crown&lt;/strong&gt; you could get from the high-school dance, so Julie and her friends head there to try to get the crown. Steve has noticed Julie, so when he was crowned, he asked her to dance with him, and when they did, Steve placed the crown on Julie and says that he knew about the scavenger hunt and he wanted her to win! So Julie's team wins, and Steve and Julie went to the lunch spot by the fountain to have their &lt;strong&gt;kiss&lt;/strong&gt;, but Julie's phone rings, informing her that her mother's on the way home, so Julie and her friends head home and &lt;em&gt;pretended&lt;/em&gt; to fall asleep when Julie's mum came. The ending? Steve had climbed up the roof and stuck the crown (which fell down because Julie was rushing) outside. Julie saw it, so she climbed out of the window and was about to retrieve the crown when Steve appeared, and they had their kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how come those things never happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You should never write movie plots while you are drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Why did I ever write it? It sorts of distract attention away from my original post, which is about being lonely. Stupid. But I am not erasing an hour's worth of plots. Nuh-uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111194557957447740?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111194557957447740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111194557957447740' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111194557957447740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111194557957447740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/03/movie-fairy-tales.html' title='Movie Fairy-Tales'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111183124540304947</id><published>2005-03-26T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:00:45.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless</title><content type='html'>Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 3 days and 2 nights in the wilderness. Oh, I mean, in the mountains *giggle*. Clearly I am having a hang-over or whatsit. My mind is still empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this resort in San Fernando called Hidden Paradise Mountain Resort. Tacky name, because it IS really hidden. From the highway, you have to turn to this smaller road and it takes 5 kilometers to reach the resort. Have to go through rocky roads and all. I guess it's worth it, because the place is beautiful (ish). It's got three big swimming pools and a lot of, um, cottages. The ones we stayed in cost around P600 so it wasn't that big, but it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the place around two ish, and we went swimming. Super hassle if you want to go to a specific pool because they had these ridiculously made stairs. But it's okay. They also had this fish pond with a big floating cottage, which I never got to ride, but it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped swimming around five ish, and then after we all took showers, BROWNOUT!! Hmph. To think there was no generator in the resort. Brownout for two hours, until they announced that the electricity would be back in the morning *horrified gasp*. Spent very uncomfortable night between mum and Nico in a small bed. Many flies and mosquitoes. Ick. I didn't mind though, must be my so-called sense of adventure, but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness, I saw the sun rise. My sleep wasn't straight because of the mosquitoes and because of Nico's kicking, so I was roused around five or six, and I saw the sun rise. So beautiful. :) Fully woke up hours later, for the rest of the day, alternating eating, swimming and watching DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Eurotrip while I was there. Very very funny. Haha, I'm having a LSS to Luster's Scotty Doesn't Know. Wee-hee. Also watched 13-Going-On-30 and Mean Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other family members also came over for lunch. And that night, no brownout! Yay! Uh, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, woke up at an ungodly hour, 8am! Went swimming after a breakfast of a tuna sandwich and C2. Ahahaha. Had lunch, checked out, went home, and here I am. I wish I had pictures to share. I tend to tan pretty badly because I have fair skin, so good thing I'm not that tanned. Maybe a little peachy pink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, that's how my little escape from city life went. End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111183124540304947?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111183124540304947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111183124540304947' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111183124540304947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111183124540304947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/03/pointless.html' title='Pointless'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111159336962572601</id><published>2005-03-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:58:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>1. 2 hAv my 0wn caR.... s0 i can g0 werEvr i wnt 2! :p&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 hav a pLane&gt;&gt;&gt; travel round d world!&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;3. hav maGicaL p0werZ!&lt;br /&gt;4. reacH d skY wiD my haNds!! ++ haha ++&lt;br /&gt;5. waLk 0n d laKe, lYk jeZus ^_^&lt;br /&gt;6. bE a pRincEzs and liV in a biG2 paLaz wiD my 0nE trU luv &lt;lYk a faiRytaLe!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ~*~*~lEarn 2 pLay d guitaR n dA piaNo!~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;8. haV a maGic carpEt rYd wiD my aLadDin!&lt;br /&gt;9. ///// hAv a scuLptUR 0f mYsLf \\\\10. pAinT sumtHin dAt wiLl maKe me Famuz!&lt;br /&gt;11. bec0m a p|r8 {s0 i cN traveL acr0s d sEas!}&lt;br /&gt;12. &gt;&gt;mIt aN aNgEL!&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;13. diSc0veR a cuRe 4 cancR!&lt;br /&gt;14. b iN 2 pLacEs @ 0ncE... lYk a waLk 2 reMembER! ;)&lt;br /&gt;15. bUiLd h0meZ 4 dA h0melEss!&lt;br /&gt;16. -=-=-bE bEnjaMin mcKeNziE's girLfriENd 4 6 m0ntHs!! -=-=-&lt;br /&gt;17. g0 ouT 0n a d8 wiD bRad piTt! tEe-heE! hE's cUtE aNd sinGLe n0w!&lt;br /&gt;18. 4 mY s0nGz 2 bE faMuz!! iM a s0nGwRitEr u knW!&lt;br /&gt;19. fInD 0uT iF caViaR iz riLy yucKi!&lt;br /&gt;20. ``EaT waT i wAnt w/0 gEtInG fAt!``&lt;br /&gt;21. ExPEriEnz sn0w 'cuZ dErs n0 sn0w iN d pHiLz!&lt;br /&gt;22. g0 2 c0LlEgE in paRis! ..o0 la laa..&lt;br /&gt;23. wrYt a bEsTsELLinG n0vEl dAt pp0L wilL neVR 4gEt!&lt;br /&gt;24. bE miss uNivErZE-pEtiTe! haha!&lt;br /&gt;25. [ | [ 0wN mY oWn iSLaNd! ] | ]&lt;br /&gt;26. hAv mY pRiV8 fRanChisE oF HaaGeN daZ... wh0a!&lt;br /&gt;27. hAVe mY 0wN c0ncErT!!&lt;br /&gt;28. sEe aRiEL d mErmAiD iN pErs0n&lt;br /&gt;29. g0 2 dIsNeYLaNd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;30. sLidE a raInBoW str8 2 a p0t oF g0Ld!&lt;br /&gt;31. )))g0 2 d m0on(((&lt;br /&gt;32. * * *rEnAmE d n0rTh sTaR aFtR m0i * * *&lt;br /&gt;33. vIsiT m0na liSa iN d l0uvRe!&lt;br /&gt;34. +++ mEeT mY fAiRyg0dm0tHeR s0 shE caN tuRN mE in2 cINdErELla na wiD gLasS sLipPeRz!+++&lt;br /&gt;35. bE a hEr0!&lt;br /&gt;36. lEarN 2 spIk fRenCh... jE t'aIMe&lt;br /&gt;37. &gt;&gt;mIt a maRtiAn!&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;38. bUngEe jUmP... hEHe&lt;br /&gt;39. bE d 1sT laDy 0f a c0unTri... ;)&lt;br /&gt;40. rUb a b0TtLe -&gt; mIt mY gEniE-&gt; hAv mY wiShEs gRantEd!&lt;br /&gt;41. uSe d iNtErnEt wHeNeVR i wNt!&lt;br /&gt;42. {haV mY 0wN cD, m0vI aNd tV sh0w anD mTv}&lt;br /&gt;43. hAvE wiNgs s0 i caN fLY lYk a bUtTerFly&lt;br /&gt;44. g0 2 eIFFeL t0wEr... i riLy hAv a tHinG 4 fRanCe nO?!&lt;br /&gt;45. hAv a sh0pPinG spReE in nEw y0rK.. wh0a, guCcI, cHaNeL, pRadA, sus daMi!&lt;br /&gt;46. waLk oN d rEd carPeT in mY own m0vIE prEmieR!&lt;br /&gt;47. ---bE aN anGeL aNd maKe sum1 hApi!!---&lt;br /&gt;48. w0rLd peAcE, bEcuz n0 matTer h0w haRd wE prAy 4 iT, it neVr comz tRu!&lt;br /&gt;49. 2 bE kiSsEd bY my 0ne tRu luV&lt;br /&gt;50. gEt maRiEd &amp; lIvE haPiLy eVeR aFtEr wId my pRincE cHarMing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that is so not me to type like that. Sorry to Fiona, who hates people typing like that *tee-hee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be leaving town for a few days. Just leave messages, you know how! See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111159336962572601?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111159336962572601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111159336962572601' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111159336962572601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111159336962572601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111143038109311334</id><published>2005-03-22T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T02:39:41.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tres Hilarious</title><content type='html'>Man, I really do have this &lt;strong&gt;unleashed temper&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to get a &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;, seriously. But I managed to unleash that fury in my &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/prettypattyschatz"&gt;xanga&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't want to post it in here because people might get the &lt;strong&gt;wrong impression&lt;/strong&gt;, but my xanga's &lt;strong&gt;less&lt;/strong&gt; frequented. Now I'm &lt;em&gt;practically&lt;/em&gt; adertising it. Stupid me. Ate J, and I myself, lost count of the &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; word there *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt; works wonders. Since this week, I've been sleeping all the time, and I slept &lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt; hours earlier. &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; I'm sleepy now. I've noticed my skin became &lt;strong&gt;less oily&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;clearer&lt;/strong&gt; (Well, not that it's oily and unclear). Hahaha. I wasn't used to it at first. Maybe it's because I haven't been getting enough sleep for the past few months because of &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt; (Not the internet, okay?!). This year has been way &lt;strong&gt;tough&lt;/strong&gt; for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you had the pleasure of receiving this in the mail from me. But I'm posting it anyway. Very, very funny. I'm saving this to my computer so that when I find something new, I can update it. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greatest Love Of All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I decided long ago, never to walk in &lt;strong&gt;Edu Manzano&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;(I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadow...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry- Mandy Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;A walk to remember&lt;/strong&gt;... it was late afternoon..."&lt;br /&gt;(I'll always remember it was late afternoon...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~The irony.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All My Life- K-ci and Jojo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Supposed to be&lt;/strong&gt; you're like my mother, &lt;strong&gt;supposed to be&lt;/strong&gt; you're like my sister..."&lt;br /&gt;(Close to me you're like my mother... Close to me you're like my sister...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the Love- Black Eyed Peas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People killing, &lt;strong&gt;people flying&lt;/strong&gt;, children hurt and &lt;strong&gt;living&lt;/strong&gt;, crying..."&lt;br /&gt;(People killing, people dying, children hurt and you hear them crying...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~People should really stop their fantasies of flying. You need an airplane or a parachute to fly, duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving on a Jetplane- Chantal Kreviazuk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So kiss me and &lt;strong&gt;smaffle&lt;/strong&gt; me..."&lt;br /&gt;(So kiss me and smile for me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I found this funnier. It really does sound like smaffle, lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Boo- Usher and Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"It started when we were younger, you were &lt;strong&gt;nine&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;(It started when we were younger, you were mine...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Um... moving on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Ain't Got You- Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Some people want &lt;strong&gt;tambourines&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;(Some people want diamond rings...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Another one funnier than the rest of the lot. Compared to diamond rings, why would people want tambourines? Doesn't make sense- haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby One More Time- Britney Spears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My &lt;strong&gt;only nest&lt;/strong&gt; is killing me [And I]..."&lt;br /&gt;(My loneliness is kiling me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crush- Jennifer Paige&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I-splash&lt;/strong&gt;, a little crush..."&lt;br /&gt;(It's just... a little crush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Californication- Red Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Viva&lt;/strong&gt; Californication..."&lt;br /&gt;(Dream of Californication...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Scrubs- TLC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A scrub is a guy who thinks he's fine but is also known as a &lt;strong&gt;Bus Stop&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(A scrub is a guy who thinks he's fine but is also known as a buster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waterfalls- TLC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; waterfalls..."&lt;br /&gt;(Don't go chasin' waterfalls...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Body is a Wonderland- John Mayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're &lt;strong&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/strong&gt;... You're &lt;strong&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/strong&gt; I'll use my hands"&lt;br /&gt;(You're body is a wonderland...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baa Baa Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Baa baa black sheep, &lt;strong&gt;heavy on the road&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a Smile- Eraserheads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lift your &lt;strong&gt;hand&lt;/strong&gt;... baby don't be scared of the things that could go wrong along the way..."&lt;br /&gt;(Lift your head...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wag na Wag Mong Sasabihin- Kitchie Nadal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Maaaaaaaaaag... magdamag mong sasabihin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~C'mon, this song is practically on everyone's ears,&lt;/em&gt; tama ba naman na di mo pa rin alam ang &lt;em&gt;lyrics?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Bended Knees- Boyz II Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God give me the reason... I'm down, &lt;strong&gt;abandon me&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;(Oh God give me the reason... I'm down on bended knees...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anima Christi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soul of Christ... &lt;strong&gt;sat beside me&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;(Soul of Christ, sanctify me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Tee-hee. This is a song always sung at the school. I'll never sing it the same way again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I added this, though it's a bit, um, vulgar. But when most of my friends heard this for the first time, they totally thought the song went that way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Yellow Taxi- Counting Crows feat. Vanessa Carlton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They paved paradise, and put up a &lt;strong&gt;fuckin'&lt;/strong&gt; lot..."&lt;br /&gt;(They paved paradise, and put up a parkin' lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this one, I got from my friend, &lt;a href="http://wandering-entity.blogspot.com"&gt;Eramm&lt;/a&gt;, in the mail. Hahaha, &lt;strong&gt;Pearl&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Judee&lt;/span&gt; are going to have fits when I tell them about this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weak- SWV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get so weak in the knees I can hardly speak I lose all control and something takes over me, in a &lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt; (daze) and it's so amazing, it's not &lt;strong&gt;your face&lt;/strong&gt; (a phase), I want you to stay with me... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mwahahahay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111143038109311334?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111143038109311334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111143038109311334' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111143038109311334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111143038109311334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/03/tres-hilarious.html' title='Tres Hilarious'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111126160255364778</id><published>2005-03-20T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T03:46:42.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychological Problem or Mood Swings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3:30&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;mawnin'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;strong&gt;song&lt;/strong&gt; I wrote. Please do not &lt;strong&gt;select&lt;/strong&gt; it, &lt;strong&gt;right click&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;cut&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;copy&lt;/strong&gt; that. Respect my rights as a &lt;strong&gt;songwriter&lt;/strong&gt;, would you? Or maybe since right click is &lt;strong&gt;disabled&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;copy&lt;/strong&gt; the whole friggen' thing. &lt;em&gt;Puh-lease&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;by me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not the first time my Saturday went like this&lt;br /&gt;It has been a routine to wake up feeling something was amiss&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been the same since I last felt your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I've been empty, I've been lonely, I've been unhappy, I've been pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever miss my comforting touch&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by a soothing voice telling you it's way too much&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever long for my warm, tender embrace&lt;br /&gt;And telling you I'm with you in whatever you face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you don't realize it's been 26 Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;Four thousand three hundred sixty-eight hours&lt;br /&gt;And a hundred eighty-two days&lt;br /&gt;Since I woke up alone&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not strong&lt;br /&gt;I need someone like you to be with me when the days go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 26 Saturdays since I've last heard from you&lt;br /&gt;Life's been hard since the day you were gone&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's only right that I should move on&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know it'd be hard to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still &lt;strong&gt;awake&lt;/strong&gt; and I don't blame myself. Been to &lt;strong&gt;slumber party&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/megalomaniac77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;'s house yesterday and we slept around the same time &lt;strong&gt;crimping&lt;/strong&gt; each other's hair and playing &lt;strong&gt;Taboo&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually, I did the crimping and Meg, &lt;a href="http://sonderbar.blogspot.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fiona&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kimi&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/leaf_konoha"&gt;Tanya&lt;/a&gt; did the playing after we watched &lt;strong&gt;Princess Diaries 2&lt;/strong&gt; while eating &lt;strong&gt;burnt&lt;/strong&gt; popcorn (Meg's fault- ha ha ha!) and drinking &lt;strong&gt;Cali&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up half past &lt;strong&gt;six&lt;/strong&gt; 'cause some of us had to go home early. It turned out that &lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt; was the only one to go 'cause her 'rents were fetching her, but we all had to wait for Kimi's &lt;strong&gt;driver&lt;/strong&gt; before we go. Went home around &lt;strong&gt;ten&lt;/strong&gt;. Had shouting match with &lt;strong&gt;Uncle Owen&lt;/strong&gt; because he doesn't care if he shut off the friggen' computer &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;. He has to care because my other uncle who's fixing the PC warned us that we better develop the habit of shutting down properly 'cause our PC's &lt;strong&gt;nearly broken&lt;/strong&gt;. Dozed off for &lt;strong&gt;three hours&lt;/strong&gt; after I slammed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what exactly my problem is. I've been turning into a &lt;strong&gt;meanie&lt;/strong&gt; *gasp* lately. This all started with our &lt;strong&gt;thesaurus-derived teacher&lt;/strong&gt;, whom I had an argument on the first day of &lt;strong&gt;finals&lt;/strong&gt;. Got myself into trouble because of my being mean. Well, she did piss me off. Follow my &lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;uncle&lt;/strong&gt;. So &lt;em&gt;yun naman pala&lt;/em&gt;, that's why my throat hurts. I'm turning into a &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the weirder thing is that now all that stupid bitchiness of a crap is gone, for I am &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;. Smile smile. I'm not joking, I really am in a &lt;strong&gt;good mood&lt;/strong&gt; and if I'd have to face my thesaurus-derived teacher, my uncle and my brother altogether, I would &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; totally yell at them. I need to &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;. The world needs smiling people like me *giggle*. I'm smiling. &lt;strong&gt;Stupoid, stupoid&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I'm really &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt; when I'm not. Ha ha. My moods are really &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess it doesn't matter now, because I am &lt;strong&gt;tres amusant&lt;/strong&gt;. At &lt;strong&gt;3:42&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;morning&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the world. So very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, my eyes hurt, for no reason &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I am not sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed holy week, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111126160255364778?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111126160255364778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111126160255364778' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111126160255364778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111126160255364778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/03/psychological-problem-or-mood-swings.html' title='Psychological Problem or Mood Swings?'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111100253116276587</id><published>2005-03-17T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T03:48:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Want...to...kill...someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But that's purely out of &lt;em&gt;inis&lt;/em&gt;. Why kill someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, I told you guys I'm hotheaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111100253116276587?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111100253116276587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111100253116276587' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111100253116276587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111100253116276587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/03/want.html' title=''/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111072296184041087</id><published>2005-03-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:32:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I can't see anything on my blog right now. But I guess it's just me, since some of you guys were still able to post comments and shoutouts. I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not going to &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; me from blogging, of course. Hmm, let's see. Went &lt;strong&gt;shoe-shopping&lt;/strong&gt; today. I searched for &lt;strong&gt;ballet flats&lt;/strong&gt;, but it seems that there's &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; a size for me. Most of them are &lt;strong&gt;5 1/2&lt;/strong&gt; onwards, and I am &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; *grumble*. Even persuaded mum to take me to &lt;strong&gt;Robinsons&lt;/strong&gt;, because there weren't in &lt;strong&gt;Ayala&lt;/strong&gt;. And oh, guess what? Found &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; ballet flats there. Oh, curse the girl with the &lt;strong&gt;small feet&lt;/strong&gt;. Someone should invent &lt;strong&gt;Feet Enlarging Pills&lt;/strong&gt; or something. And I don't know why the &lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt; like to &lt;strong&gt;bind&lt;/strong&gt; their kids feet so that they'll be small. I mean, &lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, &lt;strong&gt;HELLO&lt;/strong&gt; by that local singer (His name slipped from my mind just now) is stuck in my head. It's like this OPM song which has &lt;strong&gt;Kris A&lt;/strong&gt;. on it. Don't know why it's stuck, but it is. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the flats. So I found nothing. I settled for these ballet look a likes, but they're just &lt;strong&gt;slip ins&lt;/strong&gt;. And they're &lt;strong&gt;flats&lt;/strong&gt;. And they're &lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt;. Better than nothing. I felt this urge to, just, like, buy something. I refused going home with no shoes. Weird. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to &lt;strong&gt;fix&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeyownah.blogspot.com"&gt;Fio's blog&lt;/a&gt; tonight. Something about her own &lt;strong&gt;Haloscan's&lt;/strong&gt; HTML. But I don't know, I just blanked out and didn't know what to do. Don't worry Fio, just need a good night rest. All that shoe-shopping tired my brain cells out, and they need to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaah, it's &lt;strong&gt;summer&lt;/strong&gt;. Did I mention that? Oh, yes I did. Thinking about having &lt;strong&gt;piano&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lessons&lt;/strong&gt;. If I succeed, move over, &lt;strong&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt;. Why piano? Hmm... because mum just bought us a piano and it'd be a shame to let it go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, will be recording in Star FM for play. Please pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I'm &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt; with my hair. I easily get bored with stuff, like &lt;strong&gt;cellphones&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;blog skins&lt;/strong&gt;. And to think I just had my hair cut. I'm really weird. Though, I have a new look for this summer. I call it &lt;strong&gt;pulled-bangs&lt;/strong&gt;, because I pulled my bangs away from my hair and secure it with a clip (see photo below). That's already an achievement for summer &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;? Still, want to get my hair cut, and I don't want those boring &lt;strong&gt;layers&lt;/strong&gt; anymore. I want something wild, but &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oui, this is &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. This photo, sporting my achievement so far, was taken &lt;strong&gt;Friday morning&lt;/strong&gt;, um, &lt;strong&gt;4:38 a.m.&lt;/strong&gt; to be exact. Was taking &lt;strong&gt;study break&lt;/strong&gt;, since I started studying &lt;strong&gt;3:30 a.m&lt;/strong&gt;. Wee, don't I look sooo &lt;strong&gt;sleep-derived&lt;/strong&gt;? All those &lt;strong&gt;eyebags&lt;/strong&gt;, baby! Hope they'd be gone next schoolyear. And the photo? Tres amusant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v89/pretty_patty/th_IMG_0472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to end the post, wasting too much time babbling. But before I do, would like to say &lt;strong&gt;hello&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;my real mum&lt;/strong&gt; (not you, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/MEGalomaniac77"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;), who has been reading my blog for who knows how long. I only read her email about it yesterday, and I'm really &lt;strong&gt;embarrassed&lt;/strong&gt; because I find my entries here &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;. But thanks anyway, mum. &lt;strong&gt;Love you&lt;/strong&gt;. And if you want to say hi to me too, well, you can click on the &lt;strong&gt;Comments&lt;/strong&gt; linky below or just pop a message into YM. :) And you know what, mum? You should start your own &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; too, though I don't see you doing it. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week, everyone! Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867581-111072296184041087?l=prettypatty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/feeds/111072296184041087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867581&amp;postID=111072296184041087' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111072296184041087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867581/posts/default/111072296184041087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypatty.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581.post-111063932863930305</id><published>2005-03-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:55:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff II</title><content type='html'>1- My &lt;strong&gt;exams&lt;/strong&gt; are finally &lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt;! Over! Yes!! Now I have luxurious months filled with nothing but &lt;strong&gt;bliss&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmm, just what am I to do this summer? Oh, go to the &lt;strong&gt;beach&lt;/strong&gt; of course. We're having an out-of-town trip in &lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;. Just hope it'd push through. I could also take &lt;strong&gt;summer lessons&lt;/strong&gt; or land a &lt;strong&gt;summer job&lt;/strong&gt;. Or I can play &lt;strong&gt;sports&lt;/strong&gt;, so I'll lose those pounds I managed to put on. About my tests, well, &lt;strong&gt;Blodge&lt;/strong&gt; was the hardest. Damn. But the best part of all? FOR MONTHS, I DO NOT HAVE TO LISTEN TO LECTURES FROM THIS TEACHER WHO DEFINITELY NEEDS TO TAKE GRAMMAR LESSONS!!! I am so, so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I am &lt;em&gt;sawa&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;McDonalds&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't get me wrong, the food is awesome but if you'd been forced to eat McChicken for &lt;strong&gt;three days&lt;/strong&gt;, someone's bound to get &lt;em&gt;sawa&lt;/em&gt;. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Finally bought the book I've been looking for! It's &lt;strong&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/strong&gt; by this Irish girl who's the d
