hooliganism

Stephenie Meyer's new book, "The Host" was a sort of a redemption for her. Seriously.

I hated Twilight (no offense Twilight fans) because of its sickeningly sweet love story between Bella and Edward. I loved New Moon because it was just what Bella deserved: Edward abandoning her plus it had a little bit more action and plot than Twilight and S. Meyer compared Bella and Edward to my belovd R and J. Eclipse was better than Twilight though I never really liked it that much as well becuase Bella was being such a bitch and was hurting Edward too much by associating herself with Jacob whom I don't like because, well, I like Edward better.

And I was also never a fan of how S. Meyer writes. That's why I was so prejudiced against her and her Twilight books. That's why I raised my eyebrows when I saw the new book at FullyBooked. I glanced at the back cover and skimmed through the teaser and I was surprised to notice that I was a bit interested with the book. So I bought it. (And I also bought The Godfather. I have been searching for that book for over two years now).

I bought it because I wanted to see if Meyer can write beyond Bella and Edward. And if her books would have the same tired plot of starcrossed lovers. And if her characters would just be another Bella and Edward v.2.0.

Enough about Twilight.

Let's talk about The Host.

Well, I'm not yet really done with it. I'm just a quarter through it pa lang but I can really say that it has a lot of promise. Really. I'm not saying this to be mean, okay.

It would be quite tricky to write about two persons in one body but I guessed she pulled it quite well. Im guessing that the reason I like this book was because I'm a fan of all things mind-freaky, mind-bending, schizophrenia, split-personalities, etc. I like anything that involves he MIND and all the freakishness that comes along with it. I'm all for the "voices speaking in your head' thing. Though I'm quite sure Stephenie is still a long way from Chuck's Fight Club. But it's really good, sp far. Honestly speaking.

And the characters aren't Bella and Edward part 2. Melanie/Wanderer is very different from stupid Bella. Jared is different from stone-cold Edward as well. Jared will punch Melanie/Wanderer. Hell yeah. Love it. (Kidding. ABout loving the punch.. Jared will really punch Melanie/Wanderer yah know).

I'm waiting to see if the goodness that I see in the first past of the books would continue through the end. I hope it will. Because I'm also waiting to see if I'm going to be a Stephenie Meyer fan just as I am a Megan McCafferty fan.

Patty Honey and Ricky Piano vs Jessica Darling and Marcus Flutie

No. I think it's more like Patty Dove and Ricky Sullen vs Patty Honey and Ricky Piano. Aha, yeah?

I recently caught Hercules on Disney Channel too. It made me cry as well. Go The Distance is such a nice song.

I was watching the UEFA Champions League Highlight SHow awhile ago.

So I guess it's Manchester United vs Chelsea, ain't it?

Arrghhh.

It made me sad, really. That Kaka and Co. wasn't able to make it to the UEFA Champions League Finals like lat year. Sniff.

And I hope they win later. Against their rivals, Inter Milan.

Go Kaka, My Darling.

I so wanted to buy that football magazine featuring Kaka on the cover. It was a bit impractical though. It's 600 bucks, dude. For a measly magazine. I'm not that crazy, really.

For Kaka, yes. For a magazine, not really.

I'm not Milanese nor am I Italian but I'm going to say it anyway: FORZA MILAN.

PS. I havent told you anything about a friend's mohawk yet, have it? I love, love Estelle's Mohawk. It's nice. And it's also funny how people oogle at her hair. They do. They can't get over a girl (and and Atenean at that) having a mohawk.

Tss.

I like it. I'd love to cut my hair like that.

So I will.

I know how much you suffered. I know the pain you endured. I know all the psychological trauma that you underwent. So I know that it's so much better for you there.

I know it is.

So Andrey Nikolayevich Bolkonsky, I hope you're happy There. There Where The Sun Is Your Neighbor, Where The Light You Seek Ain't Too Far.

Prince Andrey was my favorite character in War and Peace. I cried and moped during his three deaths Three deaths and three re-awekening. In the last one, he succumbed to DEE.

I have realized that W and P is now my favorite book (right now). The way that Tolystoy has written it is just so amazing. The characters were just so vivid and alive that you think these people really existed and had birth certs. When Tolstoy writes about an event in the book like for example the ball where Andrey and Natasha met, you feel that you were a part of the ball yourself, that you were also wearing a ballgown and was in the presence of the Tsar. When Tolstoy wrote about Natasha's impending elopement to Anatole, you will feel yourself seething with rage and contempt for Natasha and Anatole and feeling sorry for Prince Andrey. 

When you finally close W and P, you will feel sad and sorry and you'll also feel that whatever book you read now, would never, ever, ever compare to W and P. The way it's written, oh man, other writers should just mope and cry because they won't ever compare to Tolstoy.

Seriously.

For real.

I'm now reading Wicked by Gregory Maguire and so far so good but then there's this feeling in the pit of my stomach saying that it's not as good as W and P. At all.

Next on my reading list: Don Quixote. It's the number one book in the 100 Greatest Book of All Time.

No scratch that.

I hate spending time with pretentious people. So YOU should forgive me for not attending your birthday party.

AND I SWEAR! HOMAYGAWD. I WON'T EVER, EVER, EVER DO THAT IN MY REAL CONSCIOUS LIFE. I WOULD NEVER EVER EVER MAKE-UP WITH THAT GIRL.

Not in a million years. Not in a bizillion years. Not in a bijillion year. Nuh-uh. Never.

I'm a stubborn girl.

I'd love to study Brazillian Portuguese at FullyBooked but then I have summer classes and I think those classes would be held in FullyBooked at Bonifacio High Street. That's too far. Kung sa The Block lang eh okay.

I'd rather they let me transfer school. Hint: Oxie and Collie.

Hah.

Graduations are like weddings.

No matter how much you fuck uo during those two big days, who will care? You're graduating, right? You're getting married, right? And they're not.

Hah. There was a wedding yesterday at church. We arrived early so we sat in at the wedding. Then one of the church people got irritated because may 6 pm mass and the people wont leave yet. Hah.

I'll get married at St. Petersburg in Rome. Becasue that's near Milan where my husband is.

ACMILAN, You're not thinking of selling Kaka, are you?

I've started and killed lots of blog since the day I discovered the joys of blogging. Only three remains standing. Pattyrism, Annawanna and Hooliganism (LJ).

I update and keep all these blogs quite religiously. Especiall xanga. Xanga is where i exude happiness, live and breathe. Har.

It's Kaka's birthday tomorrow. I'm excited. See, the greatest and most handsome boy ever to live in this planet was born 26 years ago (tomorrow). EEEEKKKSSS. This just proves that Kaka is totally human because he has one very human quality, a birthday.

Tomorrow is Earth Day and I saw all these posters around school saying we should all wear green tomorrow. I agree. I'm going to wear my Green Kaka shirt. Eeeekksss. I'm stoked.

And I really wouldn't rest until I get my hands on those Nike Brazil football jersey.

And have you seen Nike's new ad? Roger Federer is so hot there. As in totally.

I saw that last Saturday when we were in Trinoma. And then afterwards, I went to Adidas to look for football jerseys again and then i saw a Kaka ad. Darn it. Kaka is so much hotter than Roger Federer in that Nike ad. hah.

So, now it's Adidas vs Nike, eh?

Adidas because Kaka is a spokeperson for the brand. Hah.

Teehee.

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAKA! YOU'RE 26!  (and 26 is my second favorite number)

EEEEEKKKKSSS.

I just found out that Kaka scored a hat trick for their victory against Reggina! Aha! That's the way Kaka.

I am so sure he read my message to him (as if)

Kaka's baby is due on May. Oh my.

And they're saying Chelsea wants to sign Kaka. I'm alright with that. I can watch him all the time at Barclays. EEEEKKKSSSS.

See the jersey he's wearing? Nike has one like that. OMG I'm going to buy that.

Teehee.

Hey there, Handsome.

HAH.

addict, addict.

Dear (name of Crush)

Dear Kaka, C. Ronaldo, Fernando Torres, Nameless Eco Classmate,Former PE Classmate, Random Nameless Guy With The Nice Hair and Nice Car Who Also Waits At The Blue Waiting Shed Near Xavier, That Guy With the Nice Nerdy Glasses, David Beckham, Edward Norton, Phil and James Younghusband, Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp, Jim Sturgess, Gaspard Ulliel, Daniel Radcliffe, Michael Vartan, Josh Hartnett, Make Me A Supermodel Model, John Lennon, Justin Timberlake, Heath Ledger, Among Other Crushes, Etc.,

Thank you all for existing in this world. Your mere existence makes a lot of girls (and sometimes gys as well) really happy. Thank you for your nice eyes, beautiful lips, nice nose, awesome hair and altogether gorgeous faces.

I have one request though: Please stop looking so hot all the time. You all distract me from concentrating about matters of consequences. Your goodlookingness isn't really helping me at all.

Please tone down your hotness. Thank You,

Sincerely Yours,

Patty J.

Everyone, meet R04, the best-est english block in the ateneo right now. hell yeah.

because we were the only ones who did an original play, an original script, original everything. doi, we're so cool. and it's not even required. unlike the other bimbo classes.

sniffers. im so going to miss this class. i've found a lot of friends here, really, unlike my own real block (block bb) which is  a loser block because we're only 9. tss.

well, everyone, meet R04. some photos are stolen. credits goes to: kat for the last photo.

kris looking oh so bright and fresh at 630 in the morning with her trademark pink-ness.

RICHARD PARKER! RICHARD PARKER! RICHARD PARKER! is so cute.

camille still looks sleepy. aha. posing. your boyfriend did not watch the play!

ronnie mc donnie. (or ronald mc donald) the antagonist of the play. he used my pimp cane a lot. they actually loved my pimp cane i wonder why.

it's a birdcage made of whispers (not).

ms lovett (aka jo, my research paper partner and ka-birthday though she's two years younger) with the make-up crew.

concrete cat (asia) practicing her meow-ing.

ms lovett again. ohh fresh meat!

gail, the powerpointer. with ronnie mc donnie on the background.

 echo (kat!) echoes judge

raffy the bunny with judge the anton.

nj the love poet number 1. she's one of the first friends that i made in R04 because duh we're seatmates.

with sir anton and miss chuchi and their fans. their fans look like they came straight outta a book... the book of rhyme and reason. hardeeharhar.

jen the narrator with erika the sound person at the back.

camille in a silk bathrobe because she;s going to seduce judge and kris as pi patel but i cannot see your "bahag".

The R04 Teachers. The reason (and rhyme) why we're so awesome. haha. from left-to-right: ms ina, sir anton, ms. chuchi. we're like the paparazzi, really, arent we kat?

judge with "the power"

kat's head and gaston (jem) and le fou (mikey)

gaston (who looks more like ronnie mc donnie) acting... or is it singing?

anton (the fake one) with 3.14 and RICHARD PARKER THE CUTIE.

Dr. Emo Lazaro with Dr. Old Man Wolf House with my pimp cane once again.

Dr Emo Lazaro. the light doesn't like him. oh boohoo.

echo and anton (the fake one) with ms lovett's curls.

ze concrete cat once again. she reminds me of the sphinx sa harry potter.

the three stooges.. i mean teachers.

them yet again.

erika! and kat!

i present to the the wonderful and colorful and amazing and awesome and everything else people of R04 along with the teachers na natabunan na. yuck we're camwhores. sila lang hindi ako noh.

carla the make-up artist and the random person who loved the love poem.

camille and kris. i learned that camille is NOT vain pala. (irony)

ms lovett and her lovely camera! and her lovely curls but horrifying make-up

sir anton (the real one already) with his two biggest fans, kat and erika with ms ina and her baby in the background. why are you pointing at me sir?

sir anton (the real one again) and ms chuchi with more of their fans including ronnie mc donnie. aha.

the R04 CLASS. WOO-PEE-DOO. i love this class, really.

it's a bit blurred though. but we're never blurry anyway. wtf? ang labo mo naman, patty.

don't you all just love us already? i know you love us already. c'mon dont be shy. tell us you love R04.

because We're the LittleTown full of AWESOME People.

period. the end.

so yeah. there you go. i have not and i wouldnt ever give up.

but you should all give up now trying to make me give up.

huwat?

i know that there's seriously something wrong with my brain. i was reading sigmund freud's collected papers and writings yesterday in the lib (while looking for bisexuality notes) and boy did i learn a lot from mr. freud. like seriously a lot. and i think that there is something wrong with my brain. it's called over-thinking. yes there is such a thing. seriously. i over-think and over-analyze everything. and i mean everything. that's why my brain is always tired. not with studying academics but with over-thinking just about everything. and sometimes that is the reason why im always quiet and wouldnt participate in any conversation because im busy analyzing everyone talking and what they are saying. and that is why sometimes, my eyes and my brain get tired. tired as in seriously tired. like pagod.

because seriously, for everything that one person say or do, there is a corresponding deeper meaning to that. i know there is. i have proven that time and again with various people i know.

and i have the uncanny ability to tell if people are lying to me. i swear i can. i have proven that too. seryoso, you wouldnt believe how much we lie to each other. we are all so fake, noh.

kaya people should be wary when they are telling their lies to me. cause i honestly can tell if they are lying. what they say isnt what's real. and i discover their lies just by listening to them. or looking at them. seriously i can tell if people are lying. and i would know im right if i have gathered enough "evidence" about it.

i have lost a lot of respect and trust to people because of this ability. i no longer trust the person that much when i discover their lies. even if they are just white lies or petty lies.

and i think i am also a master of repression and selective amnesia. haha.

i should shift to psych. but wait, i dont like the psych blocks. oh well.

can i minor in psych na lang?

our intact teacher gave us this hand put regarding shifting and minoring. i dont want to shift. duh. i want to take up a minor though. hmmn, sociology or cultural heritage/anthroplogy?

that would sound cool. bachelor of arts major in social sciences minor in sociology/cultural anthroplogy.

sounds smart, eh?

its just not the same if for example: bachelor of science major in management minor in business science or chorva..

which sounds smarter? i leave that to you.

and oh. i remember, i have this very nice book that i got very cheap from the Previously Owned Books or POB section of National Bookstore, Quezon Ave. it's about dreams and the unconsious mind. and the writings and the explanations and the drawings and the symbols were based on freud's and carl jung's works. and its nice. and i love that book. the reason that i bought that book because we need it for SEG (psyfiles). and we seniors are the psy-heads and we have to facilitate these stupid juniors and our topic was yeah dreams. and i was in nbs one time and i saw the book and i bought it and it proved useful (i guess) in explaiing some stuff to the juniors. well, the juniors werent helpful at all. their happy dreams were stupid and petty you would find any thing to explain or something. and us seniors weren helpful either though. we were all just reeling from college entrace applications and examinations so what would you expect anyway. but the book was pretty popular with my classmates though. so popular that i repeatedly have to glue it and scoth-tape it just so the cover would stay in place.

you'll really learn lots of things from that book.

and oh.

if queen jocasta is pronounced yo-kas-ta

and carl jung is pronounced carl yung

and milla jovovich is yo-vo-vich

and jancovic is yan-co-vich

should joven be yo-ven?

yon. yan. yan yuzon who?

am i still disillusioned? a little. na lang. i hope.

and i need something. i desperately need something to push me out of this pit. something that would make me happy.

in my first sem bout of the big D, pupil lifted me off the pit.

in my second sem bout of disillusionment and disenchantment, i wonder what will lift me off this stupid pothole i'm in. i swear it's not nice. being disillusioned, i mean.

but, there will always be something. something that would make me believe again.

i choose to be happy and i will be happy.

in fact, i am happy. i am just being..calloused i guess.

five weeks since i last uploaded.

i am so sorry my hooligan friend. busy with other blogs.

visit my xanga and multiply. thanks. i love you all.

HOY ANG SARAP MAGING ATENISTA noh? 

hay lab et. we won we won we won. and we will win again and we will win again and we will win again. on sunday on sunday on sunday.

today is tiu's day noh?

i really thought we'd lost but.. MAGALING TALAGA SI CHRIS TIU EH.

hahahahaha.

haylabet

haylab the blue eagles.

kita kits sa araneta!
and sa championship hahaha

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S. the glam life, ei. tss.

the more i'm with them.,.. the more that i feel that i dont belong. fuck that. i feel a wall between all of us. am i the only one who feels the same?? or they feel the same way too????

what is wrong with moi? 

holy shit i hate this. 

i feel melancholy and sad. AGAIN.

i'm surrounded by imposters everywhere i turn. 

yes one tree hill. 

i'm sad the whole series is over. 

the clouds were huge cotton balls that wiped away my tears.

the sun was a huge beach ball that scorched my hand when i tried to bounce it away from me.

the star winked at me from up above, telling me everything will be okay.

the moon was my lamplight, my hand of glory that gave me light last night.

the stupid printer puttered away, printing my life on paper.

she kissed you with her cold, dark, life-less lips. wouldn't you rather i kiss you with my dark red, full-of-life lips. she hugged you with her cold bony skeletal hands. wouldn't you like to just borrow my jacket instead?

oh wait i don't have a jacket.

why am i being artsy fartsy today?




damn. i just cant get hold of those cool metaphors. i cannot for the life of me create one that is good enough. jeeeez. trying hard ka patty.

anyway, bukas.. for sure.. luluhod ang mga tala. at kakain ako ng saging na walang puso. wahaha.

uhm. what's wrong with me?

cool metaphor: para kang carinderiang bukas sa lahat ng gustong kumain. 

dead metaphors: nakakatae ba ang pwet ng baso? nahihilo ba ang elesi ng electric fan? nakakalakad ba ang paa ng upuan?

wahaha. funny. those are from my fil teacher. except the elesi. that was mine. =) 

i wanna write poems. good poems. as in those that do not suck at all. 

continue to dream a dream chickadees.

saan ang tungo mo mahal kong kaibigan...??

that's the dawn's iisang bangka tayo. i love that song. remnds me so much of fourth year hs. 

i thought that this day is going to be mentally draining because of two consecutive long quizzes in my zoology lecture and zoology lab. phew. buti na lang both got cancelled. okay lang na sa monday pa. at least we got a weekend to prepare.

i think i am like the boy in the bread of salt and the chaser. i keep on deceiving myself. which is not really a particularly nice characteristic.

pupil's album is coming out soon and i am counting on this to boost my morale and happiness meter. because i love this band to pieces. i adore this band.

i feel so whatever today. i wanna write poems. i wanna continue the short story that i started way back in fourth year hs. i wanna write seriously again. i wanna write.

i wanna live happily and normally again.

i wanna go back.

is someone getting the best of me?

no.

thank god i am not the only one depressed. one of my good friend is also depressed.

and oh. DO I REALLY LOOK LIKE I'M TAKING ANTI-DEPRESSANTS? honey, wherever did you get that crazy idea. okay fine. that entry probably sound like i am taking anti-depressants. I'M NOT. i dont need to. black chocolate is my anti depressant.

why am i depressed? because no one has yet gotten the best of me... or i havent gotten the best of someone yet. and when will that time come? i feel terrible lonely and sad in a world where everyone keeps mentioning their best friend and special someone as if daring me to also tell them i have those two people. ts. peyton's right. there are a gazillion people in this world. and all you need is 1. for me. all i need are two people. the one i could rightfully call my best friend and a special someone. no one has yet earned the right to be called these two things in my life. YET. i will find them. and they will find me.

i am currently feeling limerence towards this certain person. this is stupid. i like it anyway. now i have a reason for what i feel right now. or what i don't feel 

this week has been physically, emotionally and mentally draining. i intend to sleep tomorrow once i get back from school. and rightfully so since i will be having a long quiz in lecture and lab for zoology tomorrow. that is so awsome.(not)

so far. i am not yet back. to my old self that is. i am awaiting that day.

and oh. the only thing that associate my blockmates and i to each other is that yeah we're taking up SOCIAL SCIENCES (OR SOCIOLOGY AND ANTHROPLOGY.. a fancier name for our course) but we're all ANTI-SOCIAL.. i think. and oh we're all orgless. that is so cool noh. wahaha

and why should i think about them. they dont think about me so why should i right? they dont need me, i dont need them. the one thing i hate about myself is that i think too much. think about so much stuff. 

i wanna cry.
 
no just kidding. i wanna sleep.

and yeah. black chocolate does the trick 
and oh i am not taking up anti depressant. :)

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