I have decided to write this moment, this moment when Justin Bieber’s Mistletoe was followed by Taylor Swift’s Last Christmas, because it’s officially Christmas time. Because I find a lot of things funny. It’s Christmas and we don’t have the traditional deep-fried chicken. It’s Christmas and Lola is sleeping in her room. It’s Christmas and this house is only given life by white lights and classic Christmas songs revived by mainstream artists with mainstream beats. But things are still good. Things are always good when it’s Christmas, aren’t they?
The funniest and sweetest thing happened this eventful day. My 9-year-old niece, Ollen (or Orange, as what she prefers), gave me these Hallmark-wrapped presents. She’s the sweetest thing next to a Sansrival cake. She gave me this cute figurine of a mouse couple (which she said was bought for 10 bucks – which doesn’t really matter) and another box full of – guess what? – no, not figurines, but of chocolate fudges and hygiene kit. It is so weird. The fudges I get, but the hygiene kit? No. The kit, by the way, is composed of a small bottle of milk lotion, cologne, baby powder and a pink toothbrush. Good thing there isn’t any deodorant! It is seriously surprising – and, had it been given by a friend, would have been quite an insult. But it is still the sweetest act. I haven’t any idea how she thought of those things. Maybe she remembered the time when I asked her for a squeeze of a lotion when we went out once. Oh, this kid is cute. She’s thoughtful. And she hasn’t changed since. She’s nine – and she’s still as cute and sweet as when she was four. I hope she won’t ever change her sunny personality, because I can’t ever imagine my little Ollen become a skeptic, unpredictable, troubled adolescent with a bad posture and horrible zits like her aunt, not to mention an aunt who haven’t any Santa Claus blood running through her veins (the one writing this today). What, I have no idea what to give her! And I’m the brokest of all brokes in Christmas, ironically the season to have some moolah. But I took her out. We went to SM Naga. I treated her ice cream. I treated her coke float and waffle. I took her to World of Fun and bought her tokens (because she wanted to get the bangles which were worth 12 points). I hope that’s already considered as an indirect Christmas gift. I feel so guilty right now. Seriously.
Anyway, I’m presently in love with another song by Justin Bieber (Oh, Bieber, how much you’ve grown! I want to rip your clothes off). I’m so obsessed with this song that I want it to be a for-all-seasons music. I want to remove the “it’s Christmas time” line so I could still loudly and repeatedly play it in summer and during the lonely and strenuous days of school.
This is the time of year we can / Give it, give it, give it all / One through ten on your list you can get it / Get it, get it, get it now / Make your wish tonight / When you open your eyes / When the lights go bright girl / I’ll be right there
Baby you deserve everything you want / It’s your night, ohhh / Wanna put my ear to your chest girl / Baby I hear melodies when your heart beats / Baby it sings to me like / Fa la la la la, Fa la la la la / Baby I hear melodies when your heart beats / Baby it sings to me like (fa la la la la) / Know that it’s Christmas time
You got on my favourite dress / You’re looking, looking, looking, good / Snow falling on your hair, and I don’t, I don’t / Wanna get it off / Even the stars in the sky can’t outshine your eyes / Wanna be your biggest gift
I’ll deck your heart with bells of holly / Fa la la, fa la la / Baby cuz you’re the reason to be jolly / Fa la la, fa la la
Tuesday, December 20, 2011 @ 6:09 PM |0 comment(s)
Wow. The time flies so fast, eh? Five freakin’ days to go till Christmas! I’m really excited for Christmas, although I know that gifts aren’t coming this year. But whatever. I just want to go to church and pig out. I’m sorry if I’m blogging this way – this ridiculously lame way. I’m using my cousin’s laptop, and also waiting for my Mom’s call. I have nothing much to share to you. But by the way, I’m already here in Naga. I arrived Sunday night. Also, yesterday my niece and I went to SM Naga because she was bored and was looking for ways to spend her cash. What is this kid? It was very… weird in a way. All we did was stroll and drink Zagu and stroll again and play and eat at McDonalds.
And oh, I already have the new Facebook Timeline. Funny, last year I blogged about not activating/installing the Facebook interface with the over exposed tagged photos. And now, I’m telling everyone – even recommending it – to try the new one. It’s really nice. I especially like the banner or cover photo. It’s quite addicting to change banners from time to time. I have mine looking a bit creepy. What, I like creepy things now.
This is my new timeline! Say hello to my annoying face, Chris Rene and Stuff No One Told Me. And yes, I take Charms Major in Hogwarts.
“The Nightmare Before Christmas” is fascinating. I haven’t seen the movie (how lame my life is), but I really think Jack Skellington is adorable. I also like “The Grinch”. I wasn’t the typical I-love-all-things-beautiful-and-sparkly kid. I like dark things because I always try to look for something beautiful and lovable in them. And I don’t usually jump in the crazy world of bandwagon. I love what others don’t love – well, except for Sam Concepcion, Harry Potter, Twilight and Boys Over Flowers. My Tumblr blog right now is infested with all things Christmas-y and Jack Skellington. I hope you would have time to check it out and also reblog some of the things I personally did.
I honestly have no idea what with this season that makesme a lame blogger. See this post, it’s seriously badly written from the firstword to the last. I just know.
Anyway, have a happy Christmas everyone! I hope you’renot broke like I am.
In My Throbbing Head
Thursday, December 15, 2011 @ 7:10 PM |0 comment(s)
14 December 2011, Wednesday (from 7:30 to 8:40 pm)
Something’s bothering me this moment – this moment when my head feels like somebody’s cracking it open, this moment when I really want to sleep but I can’t because of the current state of my head (I apologize in advance for possible gibberish language and bad grammar that would appear in this post), and this moment when I’m freakishly wanting to cry because Cameron Mitchell’s “How Deep Is Your Love” cover is playing on repeat (amazing). I’m not sure if what’s bothering me is really bothering me – or already annoying me. You see, one of my new friends in college had called me “emo” twice. I’m quite troubled because: 1) I don’t like the word “emo” because I don’t know what it means; 2) I don’t like myself being associated with anything emo; and 3) I don’t think I’m emo at all. Maybe I was before, when I still couldn’t properly handle my emotions, when I mindlessly cry at petty frustrations and upsetting internal and external matters, when I considered suicide as a way out of the crazy maze called the crazy life (because those were the meaning of emo I knew). But I’ve changed. Duh, I’m 18. I should have changed. I need to change. And included in my life changes is eradicating my being too emotional. It annoyed me that he called me “emo”. At the first incident, I just waved it off and smiled. But the second time… ugh, it didn’t sound funny and acceptable anymore. I was so pissed off I could have punched someone or something. I’m not emo, I’m not emo.
Although I know that I need not explain myself to anyone, I can’t help but do so. I just want everyone to know that I really have no idea what the true meaning of “emo” is. I have no idea who and what elements characterize emo: eyeliners maybe? Blood? Slitting wrists? Dark colors? Sad music? Undying love? Depressing stories? Oh! Maybe it’s the hair? I have no idea. I can’t and don’t want to stereotype emo. But I just want to clarify that I’m no emo. Not at all. Maybe I’m a sad little girl most of the time, but I don’t think that’s sad enough to pass as an emo. Maybe I usually want to be alone, but that’s because I need to think over some things that not everybody understands – and also because I like reading alone. Maybe I don’t talk or socialize a lot, but that’s just my way of calculating personalities and choosing the right words to say. Alright, sometimes I’m such an introvert, but still, that’s not emo… just dead on introvert.
I would have liked it better had somebody called me “weird” or “strange” or “weirdly strange” or “strangely weird” than being called an emo. I have nothing against people who like emo music or sport emo style. I also once thought that emos are cool and unique in their own little, dark ways (and I still think they are unique). We all have our differences and own preferences that give us bizarre rapture (like me, listening still to “How Deep Is Your Love” nonstop – and it makes me happy, and not to mention, Cameron is giving me hysterically frenzied butterflies), and I respect that. Maybe our differences will just stay as differences forever… but we can all still be friends, right?
Out of the weird topic: I’m currently reading “Modelland” by Tyra Banks. It’s a crazy fiction, and it’s funny because of the over exaggerated (do you think using “over” and “exaggerated” in one sentence is a redundancy?) use of descriptions about the characters, their quirks and obsessions, and about the land for the Intoxibellas (supermodels, in the real world) called Modelland. I’m just on Chapter 3, but I know this things because I’ve read the Acknowledgments and About the Author sections first, and because I had a flicker of an idea when I saw the motion editorial for the novel in America’s Next Top Model: All Stars (which, by the way, ended controversially because of Angelea being disqualified; and sadly because of my pretty and artistic Allison-slash-AlliCat-slash-Creepy Chan not winning). I want to finish this book before I leave for holidays (I will be back in Naga City) because I won’t have time to do so come Naga-Holidays (assignments and projects, a small grade school reunion maybe, more assignments and projects, holiday preps, pigging out, holy masses, and hopefully, more pigging out).
I’m excited to go back to Naga City, and play with my nieces and my nephew again (more tickling and coloring, guys? Or are you all too old for those things?), and meet my friends again (I don’t miss them that much – ha! – but I want to see them anyway). Happy holidays everybody! I will try to blog as much as possible (without humiliating myself with roughly written posts and bad grammar) when I get down and dirty with my holiday-school work (geez, I don’t even think the term “holiday-school work” exists). Oh, guess what? Cameron Mitchell’s “How Deep Is Your Love” cover is still playing. Ah, how I love being alone and listening to a song over and over again (free of other people telling me it’s annoying and abnormal).
Cheats of the Future
Saturday, December 10, 2011 @ 2:24 PM |0 comment(s)
I’m blogging a bit early this week (my last post was on Tuesday) because I really think the last one was badly written and that the story was dreadfully lame. Earlier this day, I learned that my college friend had read my blog – even the profile section. I was ridiculously mortified because… gah, it’s just so embarrassing. I told her not to read again but she just laughed at me, and I also apologized for my constant fangirling over Sam Concepcion but she said she understood because everybody has their own obsessions to pay attention to. But I’m still embarrassed. I want to repeatedly poke myself because, what the heck, why do I even blog publicly if I don’t want people to read it? SMH. But I’m blogging right now, and I’m keeping it public, and whoever reads this, just please don’t let me know. What I would never know won’t ever hurt me.
The things that had happened were crazy. I already had my exams in Introduction to Literature and World Literature last Thursday. It went… badly. My first exam was really, really hard. I was totally mental blocked that I just wanted to rip the paper to pieces and storm away from the room. But thank God that didn’t need to happen. And then there was World Lit. Almost every number from the enumeration section was like a slap on my face. It was really annoying because I had failed to remember everything that I had read from my notes. I seriously don’t want to fail in school. I’ve already had my fair share with bad grades when I was in high school, and I would never want to have another slice of it.
And also there was Team Sports. We already had our practical exam last Saturday, and that went – guess what? – utterly horrible. Every student need to throw or pitch the ball and have it pass through the strike zone (the space over any part of home plate between the batter’s armpits and the top of his knees, International Softball Federation). I was so helpless because: 1) I can’t throw anything unswervingly; 2) my ball was flying in all directions because it was windy and because they were the annoyingly-light-and-mushy stress balls; and 3) I’m the weakest of the weak when it comes to sports – or anything that requires exerting manpower. We were given ten chances; and every good ball (I don’t know the right term) that we had pitched or thrown will be our score. Surprise, I didn’t have any. Yes, in the end, I had this on my record: 0/10. I have a clean record, don’t you think? And then we had our written exam this day. We were all surprised because the original plan was to have them on January. But, what the heck, our professor was serious in giving the exams – and wasn’t when she said that it was easy. IT WASN’T. Not in any way. But it was so freakin’ funny because we all had to use our cheating and hearing powers. I was half glad and half guilty that I was doing it – looking for answers, asking some, giving some. Also, we were all laughing because I guess we all look like the culprit in a badly executed crime. I think our professor knows that we indeed cheated but won’t tell us because her exams were seriously hard on our butts. But it was really fun. I have no idea how it could be fun in any possible way, but it was. I hope it won’t happen again, because that would mean another surprise and ad hoc major test.
Today is my mother’s birthday. Happy birthday, Mom! Albeit all the squabbles we have gone, are going and will go through, my love for you is unfaltering. I’m sorry for cheating in our Team Sports exam. Also, can I have that black blazer I saw in your closet? Please? I love you, Mom.
Look everyone, I made these. They aren’t that fantastic, but heck. You can check the rest here and here. I wish that you would all feel infinite someday!
Confessions of a Fangirl
Tuesday, December 06, 2011 @ 4:40 PM |0 comment(s)
I’m quite busy lately. The next three days will be our Preliminary exams. I’m really nervous and scared because I haven’t learned anything at all. I wasn’t listening and participating like what I used to. It’s really annoying and seriously frightening. What if I won’t be able to answer the queries correctly and fail? Oh, what an impression I will make! The new girl, who is supposed to prove herself (in a positive way, with a positive outcome), is gradually deteriorating, fading in the dark corner, vanishing to nothingness. Wait, that’s very dramatic. Let’s stop this, please? But still, this might be true. But I’m seriously hoping that it won’t be. I will study for the examinations. I swear by the Angel.
Anyway, I still haven’t written anything about Breaking Dawn (crappy reviews, everybody). I can’t think of anything else to say about it, and okay, I don’t have enough time to write something that would pass as an eligible review. And I already forgot what I saw. And I don’t have the “Twilight ecstasy” in me anymore. And I could still come up with a hundred more alibis if you want me to.
Remember before when I posted the link to a Tumblr appreciation blog for Sam Concepcion? It’s sad to admit, but we – Cez, Marie, Patricia and Trisha – really have forgotten about it. We are all students, and although we are aching to reblog and post anything about our “fangirl abilities receiver”, we can’t find time to do so. We had left Eff Yeah Sam Concepcion for some drastic eleven months. It was really sad, but now it’s back. Yes, it’s back on tracks! We are all trying to give life to it again because our Sam has been so visible lately, and we sincerely think and feel that we should give honor to him through this blog.
There is another existing blog regarding Sam and his career: Sam Concepcion Tumblr. I thought that blog, managed by someone who wouldn’t reveal his/her name, would be enough to at least have results when a Samster suddenly had the desire to search for the Sam Concepcion tag on his/her Dashboard. It is enough. It is a good blog. It posts updates, photos and schedule and reblogs appreciation posts. But I achingly miss Eff Yeah. So I started reconnecting with my babies (the girls) again [via Twitter] because I needed to have their opinion about my plan and because I missed them, really. I thought about posting several Sam Concepcion Confessions. I’ve been dying to share my own confessions but I didn’t want to post it on my own blog (because mine isn’t that famous, and it is cluttered to a great extent). So why not in Eff Yeah? The blog has more followers than I have. And in that way, we could also collect some of the followers’ own confessions and broadcast them to others through posting and reblogging.
I’m really excited about this. We had originally planned to start editing come Christmas break, but I’m just so thrilled so I already made some (and also because I’m starting to develop affection for a bad habit that is procrastination). I’m not actually good with style and fonts and effects, and I haven’t any Adobe Photoshop application in my computer because I have no idea how to use one, but I’m learning another photo editor called Photoscape. These are what I’ve done so far:
So if you have a Tumblr blog, and if you love or admire Sam Concepcion like we do, maybe you can follow Eff Yeah Sam Concepcion and reblog its posts! How many times did I mention his name on this post again?
I have decided to write this moment, this moment when Justin Bieber’s Mistletoe was followed by Taylor Swift’s Last Christmas, because it’s officially Christmas time. Because I find a lot of things funny. It’s Christmas and we don’t have the traditional deep-fried chicken. It’s Christmas and Lola is sleeping in her room. It’s Christmas and this house is only given life by white lights and classic Christmas songs revived by mainstream artists with mainstream beats. But things are still good. Things are always good when it’s Christmas, aren’t they?
The funniest and sweetest thing happened this eventful day. My 9-year-old niece, Ollen (or Orange, as what she prefers), gave me these Hallmark-wrapped presents. She’s the sweetest thing next to a Sansrival cake. She gave me this cute figurine of a mouse couple (which she said was bought for 10 bucks – which doesn’t really matter) and another box full of – guess what? – no, not figurines, but of chocolate fudges and hygiene kit. It is so weird. The fudges I get, but the hygiene kit? No. The kit, by the way, is composed of a small bottle of milk lotion, cologne, baby powder and a pink toothbrush. Good thing there isn’t any deodorant! It is seriously surprising – and, had it been given by a friend, would have been quite an insult. But it is still the sweetest act. I haven’t any idea how she thought of those things. Maybe she remembered the time when I asked her for a squeeze of a lotion when we went out once. Oh, this kid is cute. She’s thoughtful. And she hasn’t changed since. She’s nine – and she’s still as cute and sweet as when she was four. I hope she won’t ever change her sunny personality, because I can’t ever imagine my little Ollen become a skeptic, unpredictable, troubled adolescent with a bad posture and horrible zits like her aunt, not to mention an aunt who haven’t any Santa Claus blood running through her veins (the one writing this today). What, I have no idea what to give her! And I’m the brokest of all brokes in Christmas, ironically the season to have some moolah. But I took her out. We went to SM Naga. I treated her ice cream. I treated her coke float and waffle. I took her to World of Fun and bought her tokens (because she wanted to get the bangles which were worth 12 points). I hope that’s already considered as an indirect Christmas gift. I feel so guilty right now. Seriously.
Anyway, I’m presently in love with another song by Justin Bieber (Oh, Bieber, how much you’ve grown! I want to rip your clothes off). I’m so obsessed with this song that I want it to be a for-all-seasons music. I want to remove the “it’s Christmas time” line so I could still loudly and repeatedly play it in summer and during the lonely and strenuous days of school.
This is the time of year we can / Give it, give it, give it all / One through ten on your list you can get it / Get it, get it, get it now / Make your wish tonight / When you open your eyes / When the lights go bright girl / I’ll be right there
Baby you deserve everything you want / It’s your night, ohhh / Wanna put my ear to your chest girl / Baby I hear melodies when your heart beats / Baby it sings to me like / Fa la la la la, Fa la la la la / Baby I hear melodies when your heart beats / Baby it sings to me like (fa la la la la) / Know that it’s Christmas time
You got on my favourite dress / You’re looking, looking, looking, good / Snow falling on your hair, and I don’t, I don’t / Wanna get it off / Even the stars in the sky can’t outshine your eyes / Wanna be your biggest gift
I’ll deck your heart with bells of holly / Fa la la, fa la la / Baby cuz you’re the reason to be jolly / Fa la la, fa la la
Tuesday, December 20, 2011 @ 6:09 PM |0 comment(s)
Wow. The time flies so fast, eh? Five freakin’ days to go till Christmas! I’m really excited for Christmas, although I know that gifts aren’t coming this year. But whatever. I just want to go to church and pig out. I’m sorry if I’m blogging this way – this ridiculously lame way. I’m using my cousin’s laptop, and also waiting for my Mom’s call. I have nothing much to share to you. But by the way, I’m already here in Naga. I arrived Sunday night. Also, yesterday my niece and I went to SM Naga because she was bored and was looking for ways to spend her cash. What is this kid? It was very… weird in a way. All we did was stroll and drink Zagu and stroll again and play and eat at McDonalds.
And oh, I already have the new Facebook Timeline. Funny, last year I blogged about not activating/installing the Facebook interface with the over exposed tagged photos. And now, I’m telling everyone – even recommending it – to try the new one. It’s really nice. I especially like the banner or cover photo. It’s quite addicting to change banners from time to time. I have mine looking a bit creepy. What, I like creepy things now.
This is my new timeline! Say hello to my annoying face, Chris Rene and Stuff No One Told Me. And yes, I take Charms Major in Hogwarts.
“The Nightmare Before Christmas” is fascinating. I haven’t seen the movie (how lame my life is), but I really think Jack Skellington is adorable. I also like “The Grinch”. I wasn’t the typical I-love-all-things-beautiful-and-sparkly kid. I like dark things because I always try to look for something beautiful and lovable in them. And I don’t usually jump in the crazy world of bandwagon. I love what others don’t love – well, except for Sam Concepcion, Harry Potter, Twilight and Boys Over Flowers. My Tumblr blog right now is infested with all things Christmas-y and Jack Skellington. I hope you would have time to check it out and also reblog some of the things I personally did.
I honestly have no idea what with this season that makesme a lame blogger. See this post, it’s seriously badly written from the firstword to the last. I just know.
Anyway, have a happy Christmas everyone! I hope you’renot broke like I am.
In My Throbbing Head
Thursday, December 15, 2011 @ 7:10 PM |0 comment(s)
14 December 2011, Wednesday (from 7:30 to 8:40 pm)
Something’s bothering me this moment – this moment when my head feels like somebody’s cracking it open, this moment when I really want to sleep but I can’t because of the current state of my head (I apologize in advance for possible gibberish language and bad grammar that would appear in this post), and this moment when I’m freakishly wanting to cry because Cameron Mitchell’s “How Deep Is Your Love” cover is playing on repeat (amazing). I’m not sure if what’s bothering me is really bothering me – or already annoying me. You see, one of my new friends in college had called me “emo” twice. I’m quite troubled because: 1) I don’t like the word “emo” because I don’t know what it means; 2) I don’t like myself being associated with anything emo; and 3) I don’t think I’m emo at all. Maybe I was before, when I still couldn’t properly handle my emotions, when I mindlessly cry at petty frustrations and upsetting internal and external matters, when I considered suicide as a way out of the crazy maze called the crazy life (because those were the meaning of emo I knew). But I’ve changed. Duh, I’m 18. I should have changed. I need to change. And included in my life changes is eradicating my being too emotional. It annoyed me that he called me “emo”. At the first incident, I just waved it off and smiled. But the second time… ugh, it didn’t sound funny and acceptable anymore. I was so pissed off I could have punched someone or something. I’m not emo, I’m not emo.
Although I know that I need not explain myself to anyone, I can’t help but do so. I just want everyone to know that I really have no idea what the true meaning of “emo” is. I have no idea who and what elements characterize emo: eyeliners maybe? Blood? Slitting wrists? Dark colors? Sad music? Undying love? Depressing stories? Oh! Maybe it’s the hair? I have no idea. I can’t and don’t want to stereotype emo. But I just want to clarify that I’m no emo. Not at all. Maybe I’m a sad little girl most of the time, but I don’t think that’s sad enough to pass as an emo. Maybe I usually want to be alone, but that’s because I need to think over some things that not everybody understands – and also because I like reading alone. Maybe I don’t talk or socialize a lot, but that’s just my way of calculating personalities and choosing the right words to say. Alright, sometimes I’m such an introvert, but still, that’s not emo… just dead on introvert.
I would have liked it better had somebody called me “weird” or “strange” or “weirdly strange” or “strangely weird” than being called an emo. I have nothing against people who like emo music or sport emo style. I also once thought that emos are cool and unique in their own little, dark ways (and I still think they are unique). We all have our differences and own preferences that give us bizarre rapture (like me, listening still to “How Deep Is Your Love” nonstop – and it makes me happy, and not to mention, Cameron is giving me hysterically frenzied butterflies), and I respect that. Maybe our differences will just stay as differences forever… but we can all still be friends, right?
Out of the weird topic: I’m currently reading “Modelland” by Tyra Banks. It’s a crazy fiction, and it’s funny because of the over exaggerated (do you think using “over” and “exaggerated” in one sentence is a redundancy?) use of descriptions about the characters, their quirks and obsessions, and about the land for the Intoxibellas (supermodels, in the real world) called Modelland. I’m just on Chapter 3, but I know this things because I’ve read the Acknowledgments and About the Author sections first, and because I had a flicker of an idea when I saw the motion editorial for the novel in America’s Next Top Model: All Stars (which, by the way, ended controversially because of Angelea being disqualified; and sadly because of my pretty and artistic Allison-slash-AlliCat-slash-Creepy Chan not winning). I want to finish this book before I leave for holidays (I will be back in Naga City) because I won’t have time to do so come Naga-Holidays (assignments and projects, a small grade school reunion maybe, more assignments and projects, holiday preps, pigging out, holy masses, and hopefully, more pigging out).
I’m excited to go back to Naga City, and play with my nieces and my nephew again (more tickling and coloring, guys? Or are you all too old for those things?), and meet my friends again (I don’t miss them that much – ha! – but I want to see them anyway). Happy holidays everybody! I will try to blog as much as possible (without humiliating myself with roughly written posts and bad grammar) when I get down and dirty with my holiday-school work (geez, I don’t even think the term “holiday-school work” exists). Oh, guess what? Cameron Mitchell’s “How Deep Is Your Love” cover is still playing. Ah, how I love being alone and listening to a song over and over again (free of other people telling me it’s annoying and abnormal).
Cheats of the Future
Saturday, December 10, 2011 @ 2:24 PM |0 comment(s)
I’m blogging a bit early this week (my last post was on Tuesday) because I really think the last one was badly written and that the story was dreadfully lame. Earlier this day, I learned that my college friend had read my blog – even the profile section. I was ridiculously mortified because… gah, it’s just so embarrassing. I told her not to read again but she just laughed at me, and I also apologized for my constant fangirling over Sam Concepcion but she said she understood because everybody has their own obsessions to pay attention to. But I’m still embarrassed. I want to repeatedly poke myself because, what the heck, why do I even blog publicly if I don’t want people to read it? SMH. But I’m blogging right now, and I’m keeping it public, and whoever reads this, just please don’t let me know. What I would never know won’t ever hurt me.
The things that had happened were crazy. I already had my exams in Introduction to Literature and World Literature last Thursday. It went… badly. My first exam was really, really hard. I was totally mental blocked that I just wanted to rip the paper to pieces and storm away from the room. But thank God that didn’t need to happen. And then there was World Lit. Almost every number from the enumeration section was like a slap on my face. It was really annoying because I had failed to remember everything that I had read from my notes. I seriously don’t want to fail in school. I’ve already had my fair share with bad grades when I was in high school, and I would never want to have another slice of it.
And also there was Team Sports. We already had our practical exam last Saturday, and that went – guess what? – utterly horrible. Every student need to throw or pitch the ball and have it pass through the strike zone (the space over any part of home plate between the batter’s armpits and the top of his knees, International Softball Federation). I was so helpless because: 1) I can’t throw anything unswervingly; 2) my ball was flying in all directions because it was windy and because they were the annoyingly-light-and-mushy stress balls; and 3) I’m the weakest of the weak when it comes to sports – or anything that requires exerting manpower. We were given ten chances; and every good ball (I don’t know the right term) that we had pitched or thrown will be our score. Surprise, I didn’t have any. Yes, in the end, I had this on my record: 0/10. I have a clean record, don’t you think? And then we had our written exam this day. We were all surprised because the original plan was to have them on January. But, what the heck, our professor was serious in giving the exams – and wasn’t when she said that it was easy. IT WASN’T. Not in any way. But it was so freakin’ funny because we all had to use our cheating and hearing powers. I was half glad and half guilty that I was doing it – looking for answers, asking some, giving some. Also, we were all laughing because I guess we all look like the culprit in a badly executed crime. I think our professor knows that we indeed cheated but won’t tell us because her exams were seriously hard on our butts. But it was really fun. I have no idea how it could be fun in any possible way, but it was. I hope it won’t happen again, because that would mean another surprise and ad hoc major test.
Today is my mother’s birthday. Happy birthday, Mom! Albeit all the squabbles we have gone, are going and will go through, my love for you is unfaltering. I’m sorry for cheating in our Team Sports exam. Also, can I have that black blazer I saw in your closet? Please? I love you, Mom.
Look everyone, I made these. They aren’t that fantastic, but heck. You can check the rest here and here. I wish that you would all feel infinite someday!
Confessions of a Fangirl
Tuesday, December 06, 2011 @ 4:40 PM |0 comment(s)
I’m quite busy lately. The next three days will be our Preliminary exams. I’m really nervous and scared because I haven’t learned anything at all. I wasn’t listening and participating like what I used to. It’s really annoying and seriously frightening. What if I won’t be able to answer the queries correctly and fail? Oh, what an impression I will make! The new girl, who is supposed to prove herself (in a positive way, with a positive outcome), is gradually deteriorating, fading in the dark corner, vanishing to nothingness. Wait, that’s very dramatic. Let’s stop this, please? But still, this might be true. But I’m seriously hoping that it won’t be. I will study for the examinations. I swear by the Angel.
Anyway, I still haven’t written anything about Breaking Dawn (crappy reviews, everybody). I can’t think of anything else to say about it, and okay, I don’t have enough time to write something that would pass as an eligible review. And I already forgot what I saw. And I don’t have the “Twilight ecstasy” in me anymore. And I could still come up with a hundred more alibis if you want me to.
Remember before when I posted the link to a Tumblr appreciation blog for Sam Concepcion? It’s sad to admit, but we – Cez, Marie, Patricia and Trisha – really have forgotten about it. We are all students, and although we are aching to reblog and post anything about our “fangirl abilities receiver”, we can’t find time to do so. We had left Eff Yeah Sam Concepcion for some drastic eleven months. It was really sad, but now it’s back. Yes, it’s back on tracks! We are all trying to give life to it again because our Sam has been so visible lately, and we sincerely think and feel that we should give honor to him through this blog.
There is another existing blog regarding Sam and his career: Sam Concepcion Tumblr. I thought that blog, managed by someone who wouldn’t reveal his/her name, would be enough to at least have results when a Samster suddenly had the desire to search for the Sam Concepcion tag on his/her Dashboard. It is enough. It is a good blog. It posts updates, photos and schedule and reblogs appreciation posts. But I achingly miss Eff Yeah. So I started reconnecting with my babies (the girls) again [via Twitter] because I needed to have their opinion about my plan and because I missed them, really. I thought about posting several Sam Concepcion Confessions. I’ve been dying to share my own confessions but I didn’t want to post it on my own blog (because mine isn’t that famous, and it is cluttered to a great extent). So why not in Eff Yeah? The blog has more followers than I have. And in that way, we could also collect some of the followers’ own confessions and broadcast them to others through posting and reblogging.
I’m really excited about this. We had originally planned to start editing come Christmas break, but I’m just so thrilled so I already made some (and also because I’m starting to develop affection for a bad habit that is procrastination). I’m not actually good with style and fonts and effects, and I haven’t any Adobe Photoshop application in my computer because I have no idea how to use one, but I’m learning another photo editor called Photoscape. These are what I’ve done so far:
So if you have a Tumblr blog, and if you love or admire Sam Concepcion like we do, maybe you can follow Eff Yeah Sam Concepcion and reblog its posts! How many times did I mention his name on this post again?
Already several months had passed, and I am missing Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum “Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since. All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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