POSTED ON: Tuesday, January 17, 2012 @ 2:42 PM | 0 comments
Everybody’s been so busy, don’t you think? Even I. Yes, finally, I can now completely say that I’m busy, both because of external (meaning school activities, projects and all types of shits) and internal (meaning activities that I come up with and do to make myself busy) reasons. Pack is not good right now. He is under a very pitiful condition, caused by unshielded viruses and complete carelessness of the owners (which are my brother and I). I have no idea how to repair laptops. I’m not a computer engineering student. I know HTML (wow, that’s something new), but not commands and deadly codes. I hope Pack will get better soon.
My student life is going well. My Biology professor knows my name already; he uses either Christine or Faye when he calls me (which is unusual). Because of that, I’m not so much of a scaredy cat around him anymore, unlike before (he gave me uneasy feelings and ridiculous paranoia). What I’m now anxious and worried about is my performance in Music and Sound Effects. Weird, I do well in my minor subjects. But in my majors, I flunk like whatever flunks the most. I don’t find the stated subject interesting. I
want to, but I just
can’t. Maybe because we don’t have hands-on exercises and pushing buttons and adjusting volumes yet. I’m really worried because I feel that my participation grades are just as interesting and exciting as how I find the subject. I gave my professor one word answers and no further explanations every time I was asked about particular topics. Seriously, I cannot explain music. I can listen to it all day (or maybe forever), learn its words and all until I can sing it in my sleep, cry while listening to it, but geez, I
can’t explain them. Can I explain why I cry? Can I explain why I’m addicted to a song? Can I explain why I play and replay a song a lot of times to the point that I become responsible for the 500,000 views in a video with a million hits? Attempting so is like explaining the wonders (I’m kidding) of Trigonometry to a cat.
I know you guys are curious about the “internal reasons” of my being a busy bee. Ha! I know you do. I haven’t any idea what’s wrong with me: I have lots of school requirements and responsibilities but I
still stupidly look for things to make my loads heavier. Maybe it’s my way of saying that school stuffs aren’t cool but my discoveries are. Ah, this is bad. Is this still part of the tempting power of a friend named procrastination?
What tops my “internal reasons of my being a busy bee” is my career as a confession typographies-maker. Yes, I can see myself doing this for a living (and whoever believes me believes that I can talk about Trigonometry to a cat). Eff Yeah Sam Concepcion (
EYSC) blog’s
Sam Concepcion Confessions is still running smoothly. I’ve already made, maybe, fifty confessions and posted them online for free reblogging, liking and loving. Although I make ten to fifteen typographies every session, I can definitely say that I’m running out of ideas. I don’t have lots of Sam Concepcion confessions myself, and okay, some of them I don’t want to share (
what, I’m keeping them between Sam and I!). EYSC followers aren’t submitting their own. This is not good for the work flow of the blog, and definitely atrocious for my future as a typographies-maker (again, Trigonometry and cats).
Weird enough, I’m currently
not reading anything right now (except for my academic books). I still haven’t finished
Modelland (Tyra Banks). My brain is still not ready for impossible fictions and hardcore imagination. But I will get back to reading. I will, I
swear. I will finish Tyra Bank’s brain’s product and hungrily and excitedly read
The City of Ember Series (Jeanne DuPrau),
The Hobbit (J. R. R. Tolkien) and
Clockwork Angel (
The Infernal Devices book one, Cassandra Clare). Amazing, more characters to love and hate, more stories to share (Mom once said that when I become a hag, I will probably talk about and share
Harry Potter to my grandchildren – I find this really true and sweet), more typographies to make. Yes, I not only make EYSC-SCC typogs, I had also “ventured” into quoting the
books I read and making them their own (
x,
xo,
xox). They’re really simple. I only use one format, one consistent font and one that is changeable, background colors that somehow remind me of the story or the book cover, and one photo editor installed in Pack. Because they’re inspired by books, they don’t get that much notes in Tumblr. The most popular of my typogs are the ones from
The Hush, Hush Saga (
x, they have maybe 30-50 notes). I hope books and/or reading won’t ever die. I don’t understand people who don’t like reading,
really.
I also count my weird dreams as “internal reasons”. I’m having weird, weirder and weirdest dreams. They are either so weird that they’re fascinating and wonderful to think about, or are so weird that they bug and disturb me in my yoga time (
yoga time, meaning my time for inner peace and productive loneliness, which I can insert in my schedule whenever I wanted to). I’ve dreamed for Sam Concepcion again – one in late December, the other just the last week. The former was “so weird that they’re fascinating and wonderful to think about”; the latter was “so weird that they bug and disturb me in my yoga time”. The former gave me a giddy dose of butterflies and the desire for it to happen in real life; the latter gave me sadness, the feeling of selfishness and oddness, and the desire for it to
not happen in real life. The latter was really weird, and to make it even weirder (
I make it weirder), Sam tweeted something about being the happiest he has ever been in his dream, even happier in real life. He was happy in his dream, while all along, he was crying in mine. And I’m
seriously making a big deal about it, as if our dreams are connected, as if it was a coincidence, as if it was
fate. I sound crazy and obsess, don’t I? I think so, too. This is the reason why I want to make Wonda already. I want to share that and my other dreams with you guys (so I won’t sound so unnerving anymore). Wonda, come now, eh?
I hope my dreams about Sam crying won’t happen again. I hope I will find Music and Sound Effects interesting someday. I also hope I can talk about Trigonometry to a cat (
what, if
Allison Harvard can do it, it’s not impossible that I can too!). I hope I can balance and juggle these external and internal reasons on my helpless, calloused hands. I hope I can still hope after all of these. And I sincerely hope you can still, too.
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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: Tuesday, January 17, 2012 @ 2:42 PM | 0 comments
Everybody’s been so busy, don’t you think? Even I. Yes, finally, I can now completely say that I’m busy, both because of external (meaning school activities, projects and all types of shits) and internal (meaning activities that I come up with and do to make myself busy) reasons. Pack is not good right now. He is under a very pitiful condition, caused by unshielded viruses and complete carelessness of the owners (which are my brother and I). I have no idea how to repair laptops. I’m not a computer engineering student. I know HTML (wow, that’s something new), but not commands and deadly codes. I hope Pack will get better soon.
My student life is going well. My Biology professor knows my name already; he uses either Christine or Faye when he calls me (which is unusual). Because of that, I’m not so much of a scaredy cat around him anymore, unlike before (he gave me uneasy feelings and ridiculous paranoia). What I’m now anxious and worried about is my performance in Music and Sound Effects. Weird, I do well in my minor subjects. But in my majors, I flunk like whatever flunks the most. I don’t find the stated subject interesting. I
want to, but I just
can’t. Maybe because we don’t have hands-on exercises and pushing buttons and adjusting volumes yet. I’m really worried because I feel that my participation grades are just as interesting and exciting as how I find the subject. I gave my professor one word answers and no further explanations every time I was asked about particular topics. Seriously, I cannot explain music. I can listen to it all day (or maybe forever), learn its words and all until I can sing it in my sleep, cry while listening to it, but geez, I
can’t explain them. Can I explain why I cry? Can I explain why I’m addicted to a song? Can I explain why I play and replay a song a lot of times to the point that I become responsible for the 500,000 views in a video with a million hits? Attempting so is like explaining the wonders (I’m kidding) of Trigonometry to a cat.
I know you guys are curious about the “internal reasons” of my being a busy bee. Ha! I know you do. I haven’t any idea what’s wrong with me: I have lots of school requirements and responsibilities but I
still stupidly look for things to make my loads heavier. Maybe it’s my way of saying that school stuffs aren’t cool but my discoveries are. Ah, this is bad. Is this still part of the tempting power of a friend named procrastination?
What tops my “internal reasons of my being a busy bee” is my career as a confession typographies-maker. Yes, I can see myself doing this for a living (and whoever believes me believes that I can talk about Trigonometry to a cat). Eff Yeah Sam Concepcion (
EYSC) blog’s
Sam Concepcion Confessions is still running smoothly. I’ve already made, maybe, fifty confessions and posted them online for free reblogging, liking and loving. Although I make ten to fifteen typographies every session, I can definitely say that I’m running out of ideas. I don’t have lots of Sam Concepcion confessions myself, and okay, some of them I don’t want to share (
what, I’m keeping them between Sam and I!). EYSC followers aren’t submitting their own. This is not good for the work flow of the blog, and definitely atrocious for my future as a typographies-maker (again, Trigonometry and cats).
Weird enough, I’m currently
not reading anything right now (except for my academic books). I still haven’t finished
Modelland (Tyra Banks). My brain is still not ready for impossible fictions and hardcore imagination. But I will get back to reading. I will, I
swear. I will finish Tyra Bank’s brain’s product and hungrily and excitedly read
The City of Ember Series (Jeanne DuPrau),
The Hobbit (J. R. R. Tolkien) and
Clockwork Angel (
The Infernal Devices book one, Cassandra Clare). Amazing, more characters to love and hate, more stories to share (Mom once said that when I become a hag, I will probably talk about and share
Harry Potter to my grandchildren – I find this really true and sweet), more typographies to make. Yes, I not only make EYSC-SCC typogs, I had also “ventured” into quoting the
books I read and making them their own (
x,
xo,
xox). They’re really simple. I only use one format, one consistent font and one that is changeable, background colors that somehow remind me of the story or the book cover, and one photo editor installed in Pack. Because they’re inspired by books, they don’t get that much notes in Tumblr. The most popular of my typogs are the ones from
The Hush, Hush Saga (
x, they have maybe 30-50 notes). I hope books and/or reading won’t ever die. I don’t understand people who don’t like reading,
really.
I also count my weird dreams as “internal reasons”. I’m having weird, weirder and weirdest dreams. They are either so weird that they’re fascinating and wonderful to think about, or are so weird that they bug and disturb me in my yoga time (
yoga time, meaning my time for inner peace and productive loneliness, which I can insert in my schedule whenever I wanted to). I’ve dreamed for Sam Concepcion again – one in late December, the other just the last week. The former was “so weird that they’re fascinating and wonderful to think about”; the latter was “so weird that they bug and disturb me in my yoga time”. The former gave me a giddy dose of butterflies and the desire for it to happen in real life; the latter gave me sadness, the feeling of selfishness and oddness, and the desire for it to
not happen in real life. The latter was really weird, and to make it even weirder (
I make it weirder), Sam tweeted something about being the happiest he has ever been in his dream, even happier in real life. He was happy in his dream, while all along, he was crying in mine. And I’m
seriously making a big deal about it, as if our dreams are connected, as if it was a coincidence, as if it was
fate. I sound crazy and obsess, don’t I? I think so, too. This is the reason why I want to make Wonda already. I want to share that and my other dreams with you guys (so I won’t sound so unnerving anymore). Wonda, come now, eh?
I hope my dreams about Sam crying won’t happen again. I hope I will find Music and Sound Effects interesting someday. I also hope I can talk about Trigonometry to a cat (
what, if
Allison Harvard can do it, it’s not impossible that I can too!). I hope I can balance and juggle these external and internal reasons on my helpless, calloused hands. I hope I can still hope after all of these. And I sincerely hope you can still, too.
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I hope my dreams about Sam crying won’t happen again. I hope I will find Music and Sound Effects interesting someday. I also hope I can talk about Trigonometry to a cat (what, if Allison Harvard can do it, it’s not impossible that I can too!). I hope I can balance and juggle these external and internal reasons on my helpless, calloused hands. I hope I can still hope after all of these. And I sincerely hope you can still, too.