Memoirs of a Pati

Fall Out Boy is LOVE, f*cking admit it!

I am hopelessly addicted to the American band, Fall Out Boy. My affections for the lead singer, Patrick Stump, are ~~PURELY PHYSICAL~~ fairly obvious, if you know me well enough. :)

Current addiction Pt. 1: One Piece, both anime and manga. Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Chopper, Robin, Brooke, Franky, Nami, Usopp (all my favourites are in sequence) I LOVE YOU ALL. -kisskiss-

Current addiction Pt. 2: ZoSan/SanZo fanfictions. As in ZoroXSanji/SanjiXZoro. As in Yaoi/Gay pairing. As in. Yes. Again.

I have 5 siblings in total, 2 elder sisters (human beings), 2 younger sisters (dogs) and 1 brother (dog). It's complicated, and if I can I'll dedicate a whole post in explaining this.

I am a girl, if you have failed to notice by now. I like.. I don't really know what I like. I suppose I like the usual girly things, like shopping, gossiping, bitching etc. etc.

is my source of entertainment. :D :D :D

Speaking of guilty pleasures.. RayWilliamJohnson on YouTube. Best. Douchebag. EVAR!!!!!!

Read-As-You-Go Updates:

There is some one new (whom I shall refer as 'T') in my life.. What can I say, things have been a weeeeee bit different ever since. :3

Takara is an a**hole. Wait, that's not exactly new/considered as an update is it?

I just bought a pair of shoes that are a size too small. Last size available. They have a FREAKING SKULL on it. A SKULL. A CUTE skull. Screw my feet.

I shall re-read the second half of 'A Series of Unfortunate Events'.. I've never really understood the whole V.F.D. conspiracy surrounding the orphans. -,- Lame much.

I am very loved by my friends.. :3 At least, that's what I feel....... -,-

I love them back too.. This, I am definitely sure.. :3 :3 :3 <3

Hairspray: The Musical

AND

Hairspray: The Movie Soundtrack

Wednesday, March 17, 2010 @ 6:25 AM

My List Of Husbands

So as I may or may not have promised (did I promise this in my earlier posts?!), this post will be a complete dedication to a list of people whom I desperately want to marry..

To my utmost disappointment, after listing out all my possible, hem, husbands, I realised that WHAT THE HELL I HAVE LESS THAN 10 HUSBANDS. LESS THAN 10. MY OLD LIST HAD AT LEAST 20 PEOPLE IN IT OK. IS THIS JUSTICE?! IS IT?!

Oh wait. I think my old list included inanimate objects as well as animals.. And food? LOL. Well, I WOULD marry inanimate objects, animals and food if the law allows me to do so!! Like. I would totally marry my laptop, my phone, my DSi, my iPod and my camera. Ooh, and my sister's Wii. But that would be like an incest or something, seeing it's my SISTER'S Wii.. XD Oooh, I would marry Takara and Kinjiang (Omg, lesbianism wtf!) and Brownie as well! As for food.. Hmm. I would be willing to marry.. Coke. Steaks. Potato chips? Cupcakes? Maybe. :D

Ok, a little less crap and a little more 'husbands' yo.

! WARNING ! THE FOLLOWING PICTURES MAY OR MAY NOT CAUSE YOUR UNDERPANTS TO CRUMBLE INTO PIECES. I HOLD NO RESPONSIBILITY TO THAT.

FIRST UP, we have the one and the only..

Patrick Vaughn Stump of American Pop-Punk Band, Fall Out Boy (although the band no longer exists. well, at the time being at least. I've learnt to accept this fact by now.)

Why is he my husband: OMG! WTF! FTW! FML! LOL! LMAO! ETC. ETC.!! PATRICK STUMP?! WOW, I KNOW RIGHT. YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY CAUGHT OFF GAURD RIGHT?! OMG! WTF! FTW! FML! ETC. ETC!!

Still, I feel it's only fair that I explain why I love Patrick so much, seeing I had elaborated so much for the others in the list.. LA~

Sigh. Patrick. Patrick is an angel in disguise. No kidding. He is an angel sent from the heavens to grace us pathetic human beings with his beauty and his voice. Oh his voice. The sounds he makes from that golden throat of his. If only you can bottle up that voice, it'll probably be the cure to cancer and AIDS, the solution to global warming, the end of all bad relationships, the vanquishment of pedophiles and rapists and sons of bitches (i.e. serial killers, animal murderers etc.) who should all rot in the deepest depths of Hell. Sigh. As some of you might know, I despise children. I think that they are useless and annoying. And I have sworn to the God of Gods that I shall never aid in the reproduction of such irritating things. BUT. Upon Patrick's graceful arrival into my life, I have decided. I shall have Patrick's babies and no one else's. Yes, I am willing to suffer 10 months of pregnancy, and hours and hours of labour pains as well as the side effects of labour. I am willing to push Patrick's char siew (and mine) out from my vagina. More than willing. -is hopelessly in love-

Side Note: My love for the following people may be equal or biased at times. Hence, their placements in the following list are of no importance.

Hugh Jackman

Why is he my husband: Oh dear God. One word: insanely hot. Oh wait, that's already two words. Oh screw it. Admittedly, I first fell in love with Hugh after watching X-Men (Wolverine GRRRRRR~), as had many other straight and non-straight women as well as gay men AND bisexuals around the world. Besides Wolverine, I loved him in The Prestige.. Hottest magician ever existed. Bring me a fire extinguisher, yo.

Dr. Gregory House (a.k.a. Hugh Laurie)

Why is he my husband: Ah, House. I've always had a soft spot for House, even though he's all shitty and crap in the series.. So yeah, I've listed him as Dr. House rather than Hugh Laurie because duh, I want to marry House but not Hugh Laurie. Although.. If Hugh (Laurie) is willing to act like House for the rest of his life, I may consider him. :D HEHEHE. OK, I WANTS!!!

Dr. Robert Chase (a.k.a. Jesse Spencer)

Why is he my husband: Ditto my comment for House. I like Chase, but not thaaaat much. Well, I like him because he is hot. Like. Hot.

Johnny Depp

Why is he my husband: -melts a little- Dear God. This man should be. Shot. He is the reason for global warming. Wait, ALL the people in my list is the reason for global warming. -fans self- Johnny Depp is such an insanely awesome actor. Eccentric, yes, but HELL that adds to his sexiness. His voice. He melts my ovaries. He is just so very charming! Even when he is at his weirdest (i.e. Jack Sparrow, Mad Hatter) he never fails to make the veins and arteries that are connected to my heart to curl up into bits of.. Curled up twine??

Ewan McGregor

Why is he my husband: HAVE YOU NOT SEEN MOULIN ROGUE?! THEN GO FREAKING SEE IT ALREADY!! The best singing non-singer EVER. When he sang in Moulin Rogue, oh dear God, I kept thinking what a lucky bi-, um, woman Nicole Kidman is. By the way, I have nothing against Nicole Kidman, in fact I love her! She is one of my most favourite female actors of all time. OF ALL TIEM. Oh Christian (Ewan's character), you can serenade me anytime you want. -heart eyes-

And now for the Asian-y part of things!!

Tony Leung Chiu Wai

Why is he my husband: One of my oldest obsessions. I fell for Tony Leung ever since I was what, 10?! Tokyo Raiders was the best Chinese New Year movie I've ever seen. Tony (may I call him Tony?!?!) is such a talented actor, the best in the whole of Hong Kong, I dare say. He can be serious, insane, problematic, funny, you name it. Wtf. I admire this dude so much.

Takeshi Kaneshiro

Why is he my husband: Nothing much for this one.. I like him because he is, well, hot. :D I cant find a nice normal picture of him, so I chose the one where he was in.. Emm. The movie with Andy Lau (EEE HATE HIM) and Jet Li (Aww, he's alright).. I forgot what it's called.

青龙 (14 Blades)

Why is he my husband: So HOT. SO HOT!!!! My sister told me that he is (too) super hot in Ip Man BUT I DONT THINK SO!!! He was sooooo sissy as Ip Man.. NONO!! Green Dragon is LOADS better.. I love love love his (fake) tattoos and his, um, untidy and scruffy look. I could just eat him up with a large sized spoon. Dear Lord.

Ichimoku Ren (from Jigoku Shoujo)

Why is he my husband: Hmm, maybe he should have stayed at my first list.. XD But I do love him so!! He is the hottest anime character I've ever come across.. Ok, so there are many anime that I've never seen before.. In fact, Jigoku Shoujo is the ONLY anime I watch, so heh heh, I probably dont have a lot of comparisons.. :P

So yeah! That concludes my short list of husbands (despite the long-ass descriptions..)! And hark, I need to end this now as I am needed.. My friend wants to talk to me, hence I feel that ignoring her right now is a very shiteous thing to do. Ok, the phrase shiteous here does not really apply to the sentence BUT, seeing it's BuuBall's creation AND with me missing her (OMG!!) I felt for a need to use it so.. THERE YOU GO! SHITEOUS. SHITEOUS SHITEOUS SHITEOUS.

P.S. Go and listen Alice in Wonderland's soundtrack, Almost Alice. It's good!! The only song I hate is.. Very Good Advice. Super annoying. Who is this Robert Smith person?!?!?!??! Omg.

Blogged with love and in a hurry to end this post already,

Pati

[edit: apologies for the fucked up font size and all.. I've been at it for at least 30 mins, and it's STILL fucked up, just less serious. I dont care anymore. ~~Screw~~ FUCK you, Blogspot!!!]

Labels: entertainment, layout is fucking screwed and I just dont care anymore, my worthless opinion, PEKCHEK, wants to die

@ 3:34 AM

A Hairy Tip For You

Dear Universe,

I am bored. Please kill me now. Strike me with a bolt of lighting. Have a stampede of horses trample me to death. Woooooo~

Ok, maybe not.

Seeing that I do not have any classes tomorrow (YAY YAY ♥ THURSDAYS!!!!!! ♥ ) I shall now grace you with the Pati Crap.

What kind of crap, you ask? Well, since you've asked ever-so-politely, I'm gonna tell you..

HAIR.

So yes, that's a huge clump of my hair whereby I had successfully ripped from my head. This is actually an old picture, I took it before I came back (to Melbourne) to study.. It was after I had highlighted my hair again (2nd time only la, it's not like I had my hair done a million times.. -,-). Them peoples at the salon recommended me a tonne of hair care shit, and I was so so so guai for the few weeks because I was terrified of using other products BECAUSE, 1. my hair colour DISSOLVE AWAY INTO NOTHING, and 2. that it becomes all sticky and dirty and crap again. Sooooo, I had been skipping my conditioner for ages because I was scared of mixing chemicals and stuff together and I may cause my hair to explode or, um, corrode. Swt. AND my hair had the worst tangles EVER, my comb got stuck with every stroke and when I got all frustrated and shit, I ended up tearing most of my hair away from my scalp. Wtf.

When I came back (YAYS!) I dug out my old conditioner, gave it a skeptical look, and decided to finish the damn thing.

MIRACLES OF ALL MIRACLES!! MY TANGLES INSTANTLY DISAPPEARED!! Well, not ALL my tangles, I do have some tangles once a while still, BUT. Definitely loads better now. :D

And that's my hairy story. If you have any to share (hair woes, bad hair days, good hair days, whatever :D) please do leave a comment or two. Ahh, I'm gonna ask you people DIRECTLY.

Ahem.

BUU, LOV, SHARE SHARE SHARE LA!!!!!!! Muahaha. My two most loyal readers. HELL, my two ONLY readers. :)

*minimises the crazy*

Really people, conditioner is the answer to tangled hair. Although I cant say it's the ONLY answer, but it's good enough for me! -pets bottle of conditioner lovingly-

OH OH. I KNOW WHAT I CAN BLOG FOR MY NEXT POST!!! -is all excited- IMMA START NOW!!!!!

Blogged with love and excitement,

Pati

Labels: my worthless opinion, PEKCHEK

Thursday, March 4, 2010 @ 4:14 PM

Wet and Gloomy

So here I sit, oh-so-pointlessly at home all by myself. Crap, my stupid tummy is growling for attention. Screw you, tummy. :(

I have a 5 hour break in between my lecture and tutorial for today. Hence, I opted to walk sadly back home instead of frolicking around the city and doing weird Pati things..

It's a good thing I didnt. I meant the frolicking bit. Other than that, I am always doing weird Pati things.. :D Anyways, it's a good thing I DIDNT frolic around because..

I think my face literally went :O when it started to rain. Then I remembered that I have my trusty cat umbrella with me (NO JOKES, BUU), so my face went from a :O to a -,-.

I hate walking in the rain. I have heavy books to carry, and a heavy bag on my shoulder, and on top of that I'll get my shoes all wet and squishy. Ugh. And the wind. I HATE THE WIND!!

Well, it doesnt look too windy now. Let's hope it STAYS that way.

-giggles-

Ok, I cant help that. I'm listening to the Mamma Mia! soundtrack as I am still on my Mamma Mia! high.. Oh, and the reason behind my (oh-so-miang-ish) giggling..

Pierce Brosnan started singing.

Pierce Brosnan cant sing. He's one super hot dish (ok, well not SUPER hot.. I still prefer Hugh Jackman. And the Asian version of him, Donnie Yen in 14 Blades :D) but he really really REALLY cannot sing to save his hot ass. But I guess that's alright. He's already that hot, what more can he want?

Although, Ewan McGregor is an exception.. A complete hot-AND-being-able-to-sing-like-an-angel exception. Roars. ♥

I really should start a new list of my potential husbands. I lost my previous one as it is still somewhere flying around in my old computer..

Sigh. Patrick will always top my list. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

God, I ♥ Patrick so much.

HEHEHE.

I think I'm done here. I'd better go before I begin my entire rant of how much I love Patrick and what I want to do with him after I had successfully kidnapped him.. -rubs hands in glee-

o.O''

Time for a nap!

Blogged with love and rainy weather,

Pati

Labels: PEKCHEK, pointless rants, wants to die

Thursday, February 25, 2010 @ 3:50 AM

I COOKED!

Today shall be a day which is to be listed down in HISTORY. I, Pati, had been assigned to a mission so great, a MISSION whereby I was required to cook a freaking meal for ACTUAL PEOPLE to munch on. Well. I was actually gonna say guinea pigs in human form.. HENCE, my dearest blood-related sisters had no choice but to surrender themselves to me, muahaha. >:)

They ordered me to do so anyways. -,-

SO, my plan was to cook 3 dishes, and rice of course. My first dish was green beans, and secondly, my speciality of course, fried eggs with prawns! Of course, my speciality used to be fried eggs, period, but my sister urged me to throw in a few prawns while I was at it. Lol. Oooh, and my last dish was minced chicken with potatoes, a dish based on the recipe I had stolen/learned from my mother. Thanks mum!

However, to all the people who know me (and hence addressing this to my two lovely readers), you should know by now I am prone to screwing up shit. So YES, you are correct, I did screw up. A bit. But dont worry, no one died of food poisoning. Yet.

MOVING ON! I've been thinking, 'God this blog is plain what with all these words, these stupid wordy WORDS..' So I actually took the trouble to take some pictures with my trusty camera (what else, my foot is it) and altered them ever-so-slightly in Photoshop. Photoshop is my best mate.

First Dish:-

(Oh my, this is HUGE..! -,-)

Second Dish:-

Third (and fail) Dish:-

Put them all together and you get:-

And my comments were (and I more or less quote them XD)..

2 Sis: "It was ok.."

1 Sis: "If I didnt help you just now, you would have died!"

Oh well, at least I know that I have room for improvement. :) Oh and yes, my eldest sister did give me a hand at frying the chicken and potato dish. I was stupid enough to throw in the (already) cooked potatoes in FIRST, and then the onions (which I had forgotten) and then only the meat. The end result? Potatoes were mushy, onions were only semi-cooked, meat was alright I guess.

Still, at least I didnt get to do the dishes tonight.. :P

More soon! We'll be going to this BBQ thing on Saturday, so maybe more pictures then..? MAYBE. I have class on Monday, if I dont blog about my BBQ escapade soon I probably wont. Teeheehee. Ok, I cant act cute.

Blogged with love and a little sleepy-eyed,

Pati

Labels: first times, food, PEKCHEK, total fail

Wednesday, February 24, 2010 @ 6:09 PM

To Do List / Pati Pledges

So you may have noticed by now that HEY THIS STUPID PAGE LOOKS DIFFERENT. OMG! IT HAS TURNED ~~PRETTY~~ ALL BLUE AND STUFF!!

Anyways. On to the list / pledges..

PATI'S TO DO LIST / PLEDGES:-
1. To blog more (OMG I shall make it into a hobby of mine, omg omg OMG)

2. To create a profile picture of myself (Do not puke when you see it. I will not cover the cost of removing your puke from your keyboard/keypad OR fixing your computer/laptop. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

3. To create headings and stuff linking to the awesome person who designed this very blogskin and (dare I include this) a link to my unused DevianArt account. Muahaha.

4. To create a proper heading for said blog. The 'Under Construction' thing is beginning to be an eyesore.

5. While pledging to blog more, I also pledge to blog more intelligently and interestingly, so that my dearest non-existent readers (Muffin and Buu) will be, um, WELL ENTERTAINED.

That is all. Have a good day, you peepies.

Blogged with love and an empty tummy,

Pati

Labels: PEKCHEK

Tuesday, February 16, 2010 @ 3:07 AM

A Hectic, Frantic, Frenetic, Frenzied and Maniacal Day (The thesaurus is your best friend when you cant come up anything good for a blog title)

Since I have (almost) literally nothing better to do, I thought to myself, 'Hey why not I give this blogging thing another go?' :D

YES, COMPLETE WITH A :D.

Ooooh, exciting not? Quick! I need to see you shuddering in anticipation!! Ok, I'm guessing I wont be winning any awards for being The Funniest Blogger Ever for 2010.. -,-

Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!!!11!

I'll begin with.. 'How I Almost Bloody Missed My Flight'

After waving goodbye to my parents (with a heavy heart, mind you), I went to my boarding gate. I was thinking how the carpeting at the Penang International Airport couldnt be any uglier when my mum called me. She told me that the flight from KL to Penang (which was the plane where I was supposed to get on) was delayed. FREAKING DELAYED. True enough, a few minutes later they told us that our flight was delayed to 10.45pm. Walau, a lot of people were so pissed off. They had already rescheduled our flight to a later time and ON TOP OF THAT, delaying it again?! I was wondering if I would miss my connecting flight back to Melbourne when I made a few frantic calls to my mum and my friend at KL.

Of course, I finally made it to the LCCT. I thought, yeah there's still time. I definitely can make it. So with a *kee-ute™ smile, I skipped happily to the conveyer belt in time to see it not moving at all.

-,-

There were 3 *useless* people actually LYING on the belt, talking and laughing while blasting music from their phones.

-,-''

We stood there for a good 15 minutes, my mum called me and told me to talk to someone about it. So I did. The woman didnt help much at first, and there were 2 other people complaining their heads off as well. She then took down our bag tag numbers and told us that our bags will be sent to us. And that we should hurry to the check-in counter first.

I called my friend, and she told met to hurry, as it was almost her turn. Hurry, hurry, HURRY!!

So I FLEW to the counter, with a shoulder bag weighing almost 8kg threatening to break my arm into two. When I got to my friend, I was panting and gasping for breath, and gave her mother a complete bad impression. What the hell. -,-

My friend was really nice, she even ordered, yes ORDERED, me to get her bottle from her bag before I choke to death. I hurriedly told her what happened, and she gave her sympathy by saying WALAU YOU SUPER BAD LUCK LA.

Le sigh.

So when it was our turn, I told the lady what happened, and she was confused at first. Still, as she was helping me to process my ticket, the same lady whom I spoke to earlier came up with a tiny backpack and asked me if that was mine.

My bag is freaking huge piece of crap that weighs 20kg.

She pointed to a few bags behind her and asked if any of them were mine. Thank the God of Gods (Whoever that may be)!! I snatched mine up and SUCCESSFULLY checked myself in.

PATI - 1 WHATEVER CONSPIRING AGAINST ME - 0

So that was Part I of my Hectic, Frantic, Frenetic and etc. etc. Day.

Now moving on to.. 'How I Almost Bloody Missed My Registration'

I arrived at my sisters' apartment, tired and annoyed and hungry. As I know it is crucial for me to unpack ASAP if not I wont be unpacking at all, I started to, well, unpack. Halfway through that, my friend's boyfriend texted me and reminded me to register myself before I can enroll myself tomorrow.

W-T-F.

I re-read the e-mail RMIT sent me and my blood went cold. Like, -10C. Lol. YA LA, IT'S FUNNY NOW, NOT THEN.

So apparently I need to register myself with my passport and my CoE (Confirmation of Enrollment) prior one day to the actual enrollment date. Which is tomorrow. So, it meant that I had to run all the way to the building on Bourke Street (which is around 15 minutes walk?) in order to do that.

I was tired, hungry, and I felt like crap. You would too if you had your ass stuck in the small seat on a freaking plane for 8 hours.

I gave my face a good wash, grabbed my documents, and flew like a mad chicken for the second time in the same day (I ran like a chicken at midnight while in the airport, so it is counted as today I suppose).

I got to where I was supposed to be and started to line up. I was complaining how long the queue was to my sister when a nice lady in green popped along and asked if anyone is registering themselves. Obviously I waved madly at her, and she proceeded to tell me that I WAS QUEUEING UP AT THE WRONG PLACE. I thanked her and ran to the correct place to find..

..THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE THERE WERE 5 FREAKING TIMES THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE IN THE PREVIOUS QUEUE. I think I died a little at that moment. Wait, I died a lot.

I floated around like a bodiless spirit for a bit before asking a pleasant looking girl where the queue starts. She, who was as confused as I am, motioned to the spot behind her and assumed that we were at the right place.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo after waiting in line for one and a half hours, the girl whom I talked to happen to become a little chatty all of a sudden. And it was lovely to talk to her! I felt quite amused at myself for being chatty myself. I mean, come on. Chatty is so not me. Ok, so I wasnt like super chatty, but we had a nice talk. And it made the waiting seem a little more bearable.

Pity she's not in the course I'm taking. :(

Of course, there's an end to everything. When it was FINALLY my turn, it took like less than 5 minutes to register myself. Hmm, that was easy enough.

I bid farewell to the nice girl (whom was still waiting for someone to get something, apparently), and walked wearily back. Then I thought I should treat myself to something good. So I picked up my favourite Honey Oolong Milk Tea (and one each for my sisters, SEE I LOVE THEM) and went home, happy and contented.

PATI - 2 WHATEVER CONSPIRING AGAINST ME - 0

In addition to the two CAPTIVATING stories I had provided, today is yet another a record breaking moment for me. It's the first time ever I went through nearly 28 hours without a proper bath. Yay me. :D

As I sit on our furry pink carpet, my left foot asleep and numb, hark! I think I hear something telling me to stop while I still can. Lol, blogging, well, TYPING gets funner as you ramble on and on.

Blogged with love and panda shaped cookies,

Pati

*kee-ute™ is an official Muffin trademarked, um, word

Labels: drama, PEKCHEK, the world conspires against me

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Wednesday, March 17, 2010 @ 6:25 AM My List Of Husbands So as I may or may not have promised (did I promise this in my earlier posts?!), this post will be a complete dedication to a list of people whom I desperately want to marry.. To my utmost disappointment, after listing out all my possible, hem, husbands, I realised that WHAT THE HELL I HAVE LESS THAN 10 HUSBANDS. LESS THAN 10. MY OLD LIST HAD AT LEAST 20 PEOPLE IN IT OK. IS THIS JUSTICE?! IS IT?! Oh wait. I think my old list included inanimate objects as well as animals.. And food? LOL. Well, I WOULD marry inanimate objects, animals and food if the law allows me to do so!! Like. I would totally marry my laptop, my phone, my DSi, my iPod and my camera. Ooh, and my sister's Wii. But that would be like an incest or something, seeing it's my SISTER'S Wii.. XD Oooh, I would marry Takara and Kinjiang (Omg, lesbianism wtf!) and Brownie as well! As for food.. Hmm. I would be willing to marry.. Coke. Steaks. Potato chips? Cupcakes? Maybe. :D Ok, a little less crap and a little more 'husbands' yo. ! WARNING ! THE FOLLOWING PICTURES MAY OR MAY NOT CAUSE YOUR UNDERPANTS TO CRUMBLE INTO PIECES. I HOLD NO RESPONSIBILITY TO THAT. FIRST UP, we have the one and the only.. Patrick Vaughn Stump of American Pop-Punk Band, Fall Out Boy (although the band no longer exists. well, at the time being at least. I've learnt to accept this fact by now.) Why is he my husband: OMG! WTF! FTW! FML! LOL! LMAO! ETC. ETC.!! PATRICK STUMP?! WOW, I KNOW RIGHT. YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY CAUGHT OFF GAURD RIGHT?! OMG! WTF! FTW! FML! ETC. ETC!! Still, I feel it's only fair that I explain why I love Patrick so much, seeing I had elaborated so much for the others in the list.. LA~ Sigh. Patrick. Patrick is an angel in disguise. No kidding. He is an angel sent from the heavens to grace us pathetic human beings with his beauty and his voice. Oh his voice. The sounds he makes from that golden throat of his. If only you can bottle up that voice, it'll probably be the cure to cancer and AIDS, the solution to global warming, the end of all bad relationships, the vanquishment of pedophiles and rapists and sons of bitches (i.e. serial killers, animal murderers etc.) who should all rot in the deepest depths of Hell. Sigh. As some of you might know, I despise children. I think that they are useless and annoying. And I have sworn to the God of Gods that I shall never aid in the reproduction of such irritating things. BUT. Upon Patrick's graceful arrival into my life, I have decided. I shall have Patrick's babies and no one else's. Yes, I am willing to suffer 10 months of pregnancy, and hours and hours of labour pains as well as the side effects of labour. I am willing to push Patrick's char siew (and mine) out from my vagina. More than willing. -is hopelessly in love- Side Note: My love for the following people may be equal or biased at times. Hence, their placements in the following list are of no importance. Hugh Jackman Why is he my husband: Oh dear God. One word: insanely hot. Oh wait, that's already two words. Oh screw it. Admittedly, I first fell in love with Hugh after watching X-Men (Wolverine GRRRRRR~), as had many other straight and non-straight women as well as gay men AND bisexuals around the world. Besides Wolverine, I loved him in The Prestige.. Hottest magician ever existed. Bring me a fire extinguisher, yo. Dr. Gregory House (a.k.a. Hugh Laurie) Why is he my husband: Ah, House. I've always had a soft spot for House, even though he's all shitty and crap in the series.. So yeah, I've listed him as Dr. House rather than Hugh Laurie because duh, I want to marry House but not Hugh Laurie. Although.. If Hugh (Laurie) is willing to act like House for the rest of his life, I may consider him. :D HEHEHE. OK, I WANTS!!! Dr. Robert Chase (a.k.a. Jesse Spencer) Why is he my husband: Ditto my comment for House. I like Chase, but not thaaaat much. Well, I like him because he is hot. Like. Hot. Johnny Depp Why is he my husband: -melts a little- Dear God. This man should be. Shot. He is the reason for global warming. Wait, ALL the people in my list is the reason for global warming. -fans self- Johnny Depp is such an insanely awesome actor. Eccentric, yes, but HELL that adds to his sexiness. His voice. He melts my ovaries. He is just so very charming! Even when he is at his weirdest (i.e. Jack Sparrow, Mad Hatter) he never fails to make the veins and arteries that are connected to my heart to curl up into bits of.. Curled up twine?? Ewan McGregor Why is he my husband: HAVE YOU NOT SEEN MOULIN ROGUE?! THEN GO FREAKING SEE IT ALREADY!! The best singing non-singer EVER. When he sang in Moulin Rogue, oh dear God, I kept thinking what a lucky bi-, um, woman Nicole Kidman is. By the way, I have nothing against Nicole Kidman, in fact I love her! She is one of my most favourite female actors of all time. OF ALL TIEM. Oh Christian (Ewan's character), you can serenade me anytime you want. -heart eyes- And now for the *Asian-y* part of things!! Tony Leung Chiu Wai Why is he my husband: One of my oldest obsessions. I fell for Tony Leung ever since I was what, 10?! Tokyo Raiders was the best Chinese New Year movie I've ever seen. Tony (may I call him Tony?!?!) is such a talented actor, the best in the whole of Hong Kong, I dare say. He can be serious, insane, problematic, funny, you name it. Wtf. I admire this dude so much. Takeshi Kaneshiro Why is he my husband: Nothing much for this one.. I like him because he is, well, hot. :D I cant find a nice normal picture of him, so I chose the one where he was in.. Emm. The movie with Andy Lau (EEE HATE HIM) and Jet Li (Aww, he's alright).. I forgot what it's called. 青龙 (14 Blades) Why is he my husband: So HOT. SO HOT!!!! My sister told me that he is (too) super hot in Ip Man BUT I DONT THINK SO!!! He was sooooo sissy as Ip Man.. NONO!! Green Dragon is LOADS better.. I love love love his (fake) tattoos and his, um, untidy and scruffy look. I could just eat him up with a large sized spoon. Dear Lord. Ichimoku Ren (from Jigoku Shoujo) Why is he my husband: Hmm, maybe he should have stayed at my first list.. XD But I do love him so!! He is the hottest anime character I've ever come across.. Ok, so there are many anime that I've never seen before.. In fact, Jigoku Shoujo is the ONLY anime I watch, so heh heh, I probably dont have a lot of comparisons.. :P So yeah! That concludes my short list of husbands (despite the long-ass descriptions..)! And hark, I need to end this now as I am needed.. My friend wants to talk to me, hence I feel that ignoring her right now is a very shiteous thing to do. Ok, the phrase shiteous here does not really apply to the sentence BUT, seeing it's BuuBall's creation AND with me missing her (OMG!!) I felt for a need to use it so.. THERE YOU GO! SHITEOUS. SHITEOUS SHITEOUS SHITEOUS. P.S. Go and listen Alice in Wonderland's soundtrack, Almost Alice. It's good!! The only song I hate is.. Very Good Advice. Super annoying. Who is this Robert Smith person?!?!?!??! Omg. Blogged with love and in a hurry to end this post already, Pati [edit: apologies for the fucked up font size and all.. I've been at it for at least 30 mins, and it's STILL fucked up, just less serious. I dont care anymore. ~~Screw~~ FUCK you, Blogspot!!!] Labels: entertainment, layout is fucking screwed and I just dont care anymore, my worthless opinion, PEKCHEK, wants to die back to top? ~* click here to go back to the main page ~ posted by Pati @ 6:25 AM* 0 Comments
@ 3:34 AM A Hairy Tip For You Dear Universe, I am bored. Please kill me now. Strike me with a bolt of lighting. Have a stampede of horses trample me to death. Woooooo~ Ok, maybe not. Seeing that I do not have any classes tomorrow (YAY YAY ♥ THURSDAYS!!!!!! ♥ ) I shall now grace you with the Pati Crap. What kind of crap, you ask? Well, since you've asked ever-so-politely, I'm gonna tell you.. HAIR. So yes, that's a huge clump of my hair whereby I had successfully ripped from my head. This is actually an old picture, I took it before I came back (to Melbourne) to study.. It was after I had highlighted my hair again (2nd time only la, it's not like I had my hair done a million times.. -,-). Them peoples at the salon recommended me a tonne of hair care shit, and I was so so so guai for the few weeks because I was terrified of using other products BECAUSE, 1. my hair colour DISSOLVE AWAY INTO NOTHING, and 2. that it becomes all sticky and dirty and crap again. Sooooo, I had been skipping my conditioner for ages because I was scared of mixing chemicals and stuff together and I may cause my hair to explode or, um, corrode. Swt. AND my hair had the worst tangles EVER, my comb got stuck with every stroke and when I got all frustrated and shit, I ended up tearing most of my hair away from my scalp. Wtf. When I came back (YAYS!) I dug out my old conditioner, gave it a skeptical look, and decided to finish the damn thing. MIRACLES OF ALL MIRACLES!! MY TANGLES INSTANTLY DISAPPEARED!! Well, not ALL my tangles, I do have some tangles once a while still, BUT. Definitely loads better now. :D And that's my hairy story. If you have any to share (hair woes, bad hair days, good hair days, whatever :D) please do leave a comment or two. Ahh, I'm gonna ask you people DIRECTLY. Ahem. BUU, LOV, SHARE SHARE SHARE LA!!!!!!! Muahaha. My two most loyal readers. HELL, my two ONLY readers. :) minimises the crazy Really people, conditioner is the answer to tangled hair. Although I cant say it's the ONLY answer, but it's good enough for me! -pets bottle of conditioner lovingly- OH OH. I KNOW WHAT I CAN BLOG FOR MY NEXT POST!!! -is all excited- IMMA START NOW!!!!! Blogged with love and excitement, Pati Labels: my worthless opinion, PEKCHEK back to top? ~* click here to go back to the main page ~ posted by Pati @ 3:34 AM* 0 Comments
Thursday, March 4, 2010 @ 4:14 PM Wet and Gloomy So here I sit, oh-so-pointlessly at home all by myself. Crap, my stupid tummy is growling for attention. Screw you, tummy. :( I have a 5 hour break in between my lecture and tutorial for today. Hence, I opted to walk sadly back home instead of frolicking around the city and doing weird Pati things.. It's a good thing I didnt. I meant the frolicking bit. Other than that, I am always doing weird Pati things.. :D Anyways, it's a good thing I DIDNT frolic around because.. I think my face literally went :O when it started to rain. Then I remembered that I have my trusty cat umbrella with me (NO JOKES, BUU), so my face went from a :O to a -,-. I hate walking in the rain. I have heavy books to carry, and a heavy bag on my shoulder, and on top of that I'll get my shoes all wet and squishy. Ugh. And the wind. I HATE THE WIND!! Well, it doesnt look too windy now. Let's hope it STAYS that way. -giggles- Ok, I cant help that. I'm listening to the Mamma Mia! soundtrack as I am still on my Mamma Mia! high.. Oh, and the reason behind my (oh-so-miang-ish) giggling.. Pierce Brosnan started singing. Pierce Brosnan cant sing. He's one super hot dish (ok, well not SUPER hot.. I still prefer Hugh Jackman. And the Asian version of him, Donnie Yen in 14 Blades :D) but he really really REALLY cannot sing to save his hot ass. But I guess that's alright. He's already that hot, what more can he want? Although, Ewan McGregor is an exception.. A complete hot-AND-being-able-to-sing-like-an-angel exception. Roars. ♥ I really should start a new list of my potential husbands. I lost my previous one as it is still somewhere flying around in my old computer.. Sigh. Patrick will always top my list. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ God, I ♥ Patrick so much. HEHEHE. I think I'm done here. I'd better go before I begin my entire rant of how much I love Patrick and what I want to do with him after I had successfully kidnapped him.. -rubs hands in glee- o.O'' Time for a nap! Blogged with love and rainy weather, Pati Labels: PEKCHEK, pointless rants, wants to die back to top? ~* click here to go back to the main page ~ posted by Pati @ 4:14 PM* 0 Comments
Thursday, February 25, 2010 @ 3:50 AM I COOKED! Today shall be a day which is to be listed down in HISTORY. I, Pati, had been assigned to a mission so great, a MISSION whereby I was required to cook a freaking meal for ACTUAL PEOPLE to munch on. Well. I was actually gonna say guinea pigs in human form.. HENCE, my dearest blood-related sisters had no choice but to surrender themselves to me, muahaha. >:) They ordered me to do so anyways. -,- SO, my plan was to cook 3 dishes, and rice of course. My first dish was green beans, and secondly, my speciality of course, fried eggs with prawns! Of course, my speciality used to be fried eggs, period, but my sister urged me to throw in a few prawns while I was at it. Lol. Oooh, and my last dish was minced chicken with potatoes, a dish based on the recipe I had stolen/learned from my mother. Thanks mum! However, to all the people who know me (and hence addressing this to my two lovely readers), you should know by now I am prone to screwing up shit. So YES, you are correct, I did screw up. A bit. But dont worry, no one died of food poisoning. Yet. MOVING ON! I've been thinking, 'God this blog is plain what with all these words, these stupid wordy WORDS..' So I actually took the trouble to take some pictures with my trusty camera (what else, my foot is it) and altered them ever-so-slightly in Photoshop. Photoshop is my best mate. First Dish:- (Oh my, this is HUGE..! -,-) Second Dish:- Third (and fail) Dish:- Put them all together and you get:- And my comments were (and I more or less quote them XD).. 2 Sis: "It was ok.." 1 Sis: "If I didnt help you just now, you would have died!" Oh well, at least I know that I have room for improvement. :) Oh and yes, my eldest sister did give me a hand at frying the chicken and potato dish. I was stupid enough to throw in the (already) cooked potatoes in FIRST, and then the onions (which I had forgotten) and then only the meat. The end result? Potatoes were mushy, onions were only semi-cooked, meat was alright I guess. Still, at least I didnt get to do the dishes tonight.. :P More soon! We'll be going to this BBQ thing on Saturday, so maybe more pictures then..? MAYBE. I have class on Monday, if I dont blog about my BBQ escapade soon I probably wont. Teeheehee. Ok, I cant act cute. Blogged with love and a little sleepy-eyed, Pati Labels: first times, food, PEKCHEK, total fail back to top? ~* click here to go back to the main page ~ posted by Pati @ 3:50 AM* 2 Comments
Wednesday, February 24, 2010 @ 6:09 PM To Do List / Pati Pledges So you may have noticed by now that HEY THIS STUPID PAGE LOOKS DIFFERENT. OMG! IT HAS TURNED ~~PRETTY~~ ALL BLUE AND STUFF!! Anyways. On to the list / pledges.. PATI'S TO DO LIST / PLEDGES:- 1. To blog more (OMG I shall make it into a hobby of mine, omg omg OMG) 2. To create a profile picture of myself (Do not puke when you see it. I will not cover the cost of removing your puke from your keyboard/keypad OR fixing your computer/laptop. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!) 3. To create headings and stuff linking to the awesome person who designed this very blogskin and (dare I include this) a link to my unused DevianArt account. Muahaha. 4. To create a proper heading for said blog. The 'Under Construction' thing is beginning to be an eyesore. 5. While pledging to blog more, I also pledge to blog more intelligently and interestingly, so that my dearest non-existent readers (Muffin and Buu) will be, um, WELL ENTERTAINED. That is all. Have a good day, you peepies. Blogged with love and an empty tummy, Pati Labels: PEKCHEK back to top? ~* click here to go back to the main page ~ posted by Pati @ 6:09 PM* 0 Comments
Tuesday, February 16, 2010 @ 3:07 AM A Hectic, Frantic, Frenetic, Frenzied and Maniacal Day (The thesaurus is your best friend when you cant come up anything good for a blog title) Since I have (almost) literally nothing better to do, I thought to myself, 'Hey why not I give this blogging thing another go?' :D YES, COMPLETE WITH A :D. Ooooh, exciting not? Quick! I need to see you shuddering in anticipation!! Ok, I'm guessing I wont be winning any awards for being The Funniest Blogger Ever for 2010.. -,- Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!!!11! I'll begin with.. 'How I Almost Bloody Missed My Flight' After waving goodbye to my parents (with a heavy heart, mind you), I went to my boarding gate. I was thinking how the carpeting at the Penang International Airport couldnt be any uglier when my mum called me. She told me that the flight from KL to Penang (which was the plane where I was supposed to get on) was delayed. FREAKING DELAYED. True enough, a few minutes later they told us that our flight was delayed to 10.45pm. Walau, a lot of people were so pissed off. They had already rescheduled our flight to a later time and ON TOP OF THAT, delaying it again?! I was wondering if I would miss my connecting flight back to Melbourne when I made a few frantic calls to my mum and my friend at KL. Of course, I finally made it to the LCCT. I thought, yeah there's still time. I definitely can make it. So with a kee-ute™ smile, I skipped happily to the conveyer belt in time to see it not moving at all. -,- There were 3 useless* people actually LYING on the belt, talking and laughing while blasting music from their phones. -,-'' We stood there for a good 15 minutes, my mum called me and told me to talk to someone about it. So I did. The woman didnt help much at first, and there were 2 other people complaining their heads off as well. She then took down our bag tag numbers and told us that our bags will be sent to us. And that we should hurry to the check-in counter first. I called my friend, and she told met to hurry, as it was almost her turn. Hurry, hurry, HURRY!! So I FLEW to the counter, with a shoulder bag weighing almost 8kg threatening to break my arm into two. When I got to my friend, I was panting and gasping for breath, and gave her mother a complete bad impression. What the hell. -,- My friend was really nice, she even ordered, yes ORDERED, me to get her bottle from her bag before I choke to death. I hurriedly told her what happened, and she gave her sympathy by saying WALAU YOU SUPER BAD LUCK LA. Le sigh. So when it was our turn, I told the lady what happened, and she was confused at first. Still, as she was helping me to process my ticket, the same lady whom I spoke to earlier came up with a tiny backpack and asked me if that was mine. My bag is freaking huge piece of crap that weighs 20kg. She pointed to a few bags behind her and asked if any of them were mine. Thank the God of Gods (Whoever that may be)!! I snatched mine up and SUCCESSFULLY checked myself in. PATI - 1 WHATEVER CONSPIRING AGAINST ME - 0 So that was Part I of my Hectic, Frantic, Frenetic and etc. etc. Day. Now moving on to.. 'How I Almost Bloody Missed My Registration' I arrived at my sisters' apartment, tired and annoyed and hungry. As I know it is crucial for me to unpack ASAP if not I wont be unpacking at all, I started to, well, unpack. Halfway through that, my friend's boyfriend texted me and reminded me to register myself before I can enroll myself tomorrow. W-T-F. I re-read the e-mail RMIT sent me and my blood went cold. Like, -10C. Lol. YA LA, IT'S FUNNY NOW, NOT THEN. So apparently I need to register myself with my passport and my CoE (Confirmation of Enrollment) prior one day to the actual enrollment date. Which is tomorrow. So, it meant that I had to run all the way to the building on Bourke Street (which is around 15 minutes walk?) in order to do that. I was tired, hungry, and I felt like crap. You would too if you had your ass stuck in the small seat on a freaking plane for 8 hours. I gave my face a good wash, grabbed my documents, and flew like a mad chicken for the second time in the same day (I ran like a chicken at midnight while in the airport, so it is counted as today I suppose). I got to where I was supposed to be and started to line up. I was complaining how long the queue was to my sister when a nice lady in green popped along and asked if anyone is registering themselves. Obviously I waved madly at her, and she proceeded to tell me that I WAS QUEUEING UP AT THE WRONG PLACE. I thanked her and ran to the correct place to find.. ..THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE THERE WERE 5 FREAKING TIMES THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE IN THE PREVIOUS QUEUE. I think I died a little at that moment. Wait, I died a lot. I floated around like a bodiless spirit for a bit before asking a pleasant looking girl where the queue starts. She, who was as confused as I am, motioned to the spot behind her and assumed that we were at the right place. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo after waiting in line for one and a half hours, the girl whom I talked to happen to become a little chatty all of a sudden. And it was lovely to talk to her! I felt quite amused at myself for being chatty myself. I mean, come on. Chatty is so not me. Ok, so I wasnt like super chatty, but we had a nice talk. And it made the waiting seem a little more bearable. Pity she's not in the course I'm taking. :( Of course, there's an end to everything. When it was FINALLY my turn, it took like less than 5 minutes to register myself. Hmm, that was easy enough. I bid farewell to the nice girl (whom was still waiting for someone to get something, apparently), and walked wearily back. Then I thought I should treat myself to something good. So I picked up my favourite Honey Oolong Milk Tea (and one each for my sisters, SEE I LOVE THEM) and went home, happy and contented. PATI - 2 WHATEVER CONSPIRING AGAINST ME - 0 In addition to the two CAPTIVATING stories I had provided, today is yet another a record breaking moment for me. It's the first time ever I went through nearly 28 hours without a proper bath. Yay me. :D As I sit on our furry pink carpet, my left foot asleep and numb, hark! I think I hear something telling me to stop while I still can. Lol, blogging, well, TYPING gets funner as you ramble on and on. <3 Blogged with love and panda shaped cookies, Pati kee-ute™ is an official Muffin trademarked, um, word Labels: drama, PEKCHEK, the world conspires against me back to top? ~ click here to go back to the main page ~ posted by Pati @ 3:07 AM* 0 Comments

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