<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867581</id><updated>2009-02-21T11:45:26.783+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'/><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=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>pretty_patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04855326449059858434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12525600334650863240'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>