...Sam Pat. It's so nice to be referred by only these three letters. And I realized this when a KFC cashier (why?) asked for my name instead of giving me a number. I said "Patrick" but I guess she didn't get it the first time so she asked me to write it instead. So I wrote those three letters, and think of all the ink and space that was saved!



I never got a chance to enjoy being an only "Pat" in class. During my early pre-school years, yes. But that doesn't count. I was too young then to understand the complexities of names. Plus I was always dodging this skinny bully who had a Bruce Lee haircut.



All throughout elementary school I had this other Patrick classmate but he had two names. I'm just plain Patrick. Plus he was more famous. So I had to fade into the background with my singular name.



In highscool there were about five of us around, and one, again, was my classmate. And I acquired all these silly nicknames. Imagine all these names people can generate from 7 letters! I was:



Pat

Pats

Patis (emphasis on first syllable, I'm rather fond of this name)

Pachuch

Pachuchay

Chuchay

Chuch

Pattie

Burger Pattie

and a whole lot more!



And here comes college. Yipee! Free to enjoy my own name, at last! So now I'm simply "Pat." So refreshing.



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I watched the movie Pan's Labyrinth today. I was quite intrigued by the trailer. I thought the movie was supposed to be a dark fairy tale. ONLY. I love those kinds of stories. I'm a fantasy person. But no! There were revolutionary undertones that went with the movie. What am I saying? A major part of the movie was about the situation of post civil war Spain. I was recalling all our Hum discussions all throughout the movie. Had this come out earlier, this would have been perfect for viewing. Oh well.



So anyway, I loved the movie. You get a lot from it. And there were a lot of cringe-worthy scenes, too. The first chill I had was when the Captain was bashing this innocent guy's face with a bottle. The guy's nose (and eventually the whole face) broke, but the bottle withstood all the force! Gotta love those Hispanic bottle-makers.



The faun! And the pale man! They were very curious creatures, indeed. And the mandrake root was cute, too.



Another freaky scene--this woman, Mercedes, has a rebel brother, but she works for the Captain (who's main purpose in life is to antagonize everybody by wanting to kill all those insurgents) so that she can spy on him and pass information and supplies to the rebels. Anyway, she got caught somewhere along the plot, but there was this knife tucked somewhere in her apron and she freed herslef. The same knife that cut her bindings was used to cut a slit along the Captain's cheek along the opening of his mouth. And you can see the flesh gaping. Gah!



So there. But watch it, if you can! You'll love the lullaby.



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I'm terribly sleepy. Maybe it's because of the studying-for-exams-making-papers-and generally-getting-your-wits-fried marathon that's been going on. But I so wanna read a book! how do I survive this?



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The Starbucks at Rob has closed down! Maybe it's because of the construction? Maybe they're moving to the circle near the new towers! But still. When will they ever open again?



Compensation: I just discovered that the Adriatico Starbucks is just two blocks away from the dorm. Easter, I can't wait for you to come!

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