POSTED ON: Saturday, December 10, 2011 @ 2:24 PM | 0 comments
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!
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THE FLYEST.
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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POSTED ON: Saturday, December 10, 2011 @ 2:24 PM | 0 comments
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!
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