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01 January 2012, Saturday, from past 7 - 9 p.m.
Dear Wingardium,
Do you like your new name? I had a change of heart about keeping “DOWAC” as your nickname, because I’ll be naming your sisters “Wonda” and “Willow”. And I think that you should also have a name that starts with the same letter as theirs. I like Wingardium –
Wingardium Leviosa – one of my favorite charms taught to me by Prof Flitwick in our Charms classes back in Hogwarts.
How are you, Wingardium? Can I call you “Wings” from time to time? “Wingardium” is a bit long of a name since I’m just writing this down at the moment. Yes, Wings (Ooh, I like the word “wings” – reminds me of Patch Cipriano and flying), I’m using my pen and the back of my notebook just to talk to you. I don’t have the family laptop with me. But I hope Pack – what I now call him, since he’s a
Packard Bell – will be back soon. Your blog is long left behind. It’s upsetting to see it with only a month old post on its Home Page. We’ll get back to serious and acceptable blogging soon enough. Don’t fret, Wings.
I’m all alone this time. Good thing music is blaring – it isn’t that much of a creepy loneliness. I decided to write because... I’m tired. Yes, I can now write even if I’m dead beat. I realized that I can think of the things that bother and don’t bother me when I’m tired and exhausted. I came up with a theory about this phenomena: I use my brain more when I’m drained like shit since I can’t use my body to exert effort, so maybe my brain can do more. But I’m not sure if this theory
always applies to me.
Anyway, I’m quite sad because I lost my rosary bracelet. I put it in my pocket when we were having deadly practical exams in our softball class. Maybe it fell when I pulled my handkerchief out. I have a 1% chance of finding it again since I haven’t even an idea where I lost it. I’m so sad about it. I thought my relationship with the blessed bracelet would last for a year or two or more. It didn’t. We only had shared eight safe months together. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m not really a keeper.
“Iyiyi” by Cody Simpson is playing right now. This song always reminds me of First College Crush. I don’t want to elaborate why because it would be too obvious, and he would realize that he is FCC if ever he stupidly stumble in you (blog) again. I still like FCC, Wings. I don’t know why, really. Maybe because I didn’t actually have the chance to know him more or talk to him without me getting all lost and floating in the power of his dreamy eyes and fascinating smile (this is an element of speech), and without me getting all painted with red from my scalp down to my chest. I didn’t have that normal and comfortable moment with him while I was still in his school. I didn’t have the chance to really decide whether I like him or not because I didn’t
even know him. I left the school crushing on him – so up until now I’m crushing on him. And he’s always in my Friends Thumbnail List in my Facebook Timeline. I’m not sure if it’s really called “Friends Thumbnail List”, but he’s always there. I once formulated that it happens because he’s always checking my Timeline – but I just made that up to make my petty little self happy, and okay, to put a little dash of malice. I always see his face on that list to the point that it sometimes annoys me already. I want to know what that means, so I won’t think of unrealistic reasons again and get my hopes up when there isn’t hope to even begin with.
Wings, you know what, when I checked my Twitter account, I gained ten more followers. It only happens when: 1) someone retweets me and another person retweets that same tweet from that same someone and they fall in love with my tweet and they retweet and retweet and I become famous (which
barely happens); or 2) a famous person or a celebrity replies to or retweets my tweet. Can you guess what happened? Number 2, eh? Yes. Number 2. Yes, number 2: a famous person or a celebrity replies to or retweets my tweet! And can you guess who that person is? Sam Concepcion, eh? Yes. Yes, my dear Wings. It was Sam Concepcion – my freakin’ Sam freakin’ Concepcion! He replied to my tweet, which I wasn’t really, really, really expecting. He’s been so busy lately that I think he doesn’t even have the time to tweet frequently, let alone
reply to our tweets. Or that he doesn’t have the time to hit that dougie every time he hears the song. So that reply from him was really something. I feel so ridiculously special. What a way to start my year!
Although the tweet isn’t really for me, given the obvious fact that he said “Go Sam!” and not “Go Faye!”, I still feel so grateful. At least my username is in there! And I made that
video – actually, I forced my niece to sing in front of the camera. Isn’t Sam, my niece, the cutest? Isn’t Sam, my future boyfriend slash forever lover (I wish for and dream about this 8739602115690 times every beautiful, waking day) the sweetest? Oh, how I know that they would get along when I introduce Sam Concepcion to my relatives when the right time comes (8739602115691). And don’t worry, Wings, you and your sisters will meet him to someday too (8739602115692). And he would silly laugh at me when he reads my ridiculous entries about him (8739602115693). And I would silly laugh at him too because I seriously agree that my entries about him are ridiculous (8739602115694).
This is the life I’m having at the start of the year. Mom said it’s my year since I was born under the Chinese year of the Rooster. I hope that’s true. I hope Chinese predictions and hoolah-moolahs work with someone without a Chinese blood. Let’s do this, 2012!
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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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01 January 2012, Saturday, from past 7 - 9 p.m.
Dear Wingardium,
Do you like your new name? I had a change of heart about keeping “DOWAC” as your nickname, because I’ll be naming your sisters “Wonda” and “Willow”. And I think that you should also have a name that starts with the same letter as theirs. I like Wingardium –
Wingardium Leviosa – one of my favorite charms taught to me by Prof Flitwick in our Charms classes back in Hogwarts.
How are you, Wingardium? Can I call you “Wings” from time to time? “Wingardium” is a bit long of a name since I’m just writing this down at the moment. Yes, Wings (Ooh, I like the word “wings” – reminds me of Patch Cipriano and flying), I’m using my pen and the back of my notebook just to talk to you. I don’t have the family laptop with me. But I hope Pack – what I now call him, since he’s a
Packard Bell – will be back soon. Your blog is long left behind. It’s upsetting to see it with only a month old post on its Home Page. We’ll get back to serious and acceptable blogging soon enough. Don’t fret, Wings.
I’m all alone this time. Good thing music is blaring – it isn’t that much of a creepy loneliness. I decided to write because... I’m tired. Yes, I can now write even if I’m dead beat. I realized that I can think of the things that bother and don’t bother me when I’m tired and exhausted. I came up with a theory about this phenomena: I use my brain more when I’m drained like shit since I can’t use my body to exert effort, so maybe my brain can do more. But I’m not sure if this theory
always applies to me.
Anyway, I’m quite sad because I lost my rosary bracelet. I put it in my pocket when we were having deadly practical exams in our softball class. Maybe it fell when I pulled my handkerchief out. I have a 1% chance of finding it again since I haven’t even an idea where I lost it. I’m so sad about it. I thought my relationship with the blessed bracelet would last for a year or two or more. It didn’t. We only had shared eight safe months together. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m not really a keeper.
“Iyiyi” by Cody Simpson is playing right now. This song always reminds me of First College Crush. I don’t want to elaborate why because it would be too obvious, and he would realize that he is FCC if ever he stupidly stumble in you (blog) again. I still like FCC, Wings. I don’t know why, really. Maybe because I didn’t actually have the chance to know him more or talk to him without me getting all lost and floating in the power of his dreamy eyes and fascinating smile (this is an element of speech), and without me getting all painted with red from my scalp down to my chest. I didn’t have that normal and comfortable moment with him while I was still in his school. I didn’t have the chance to really decide whether I like him or not because I didn’t
even know him. I left the school crushing on him – so up until now I’m crushing on him. And he’s always in my Friends Thumbnail List in my Facebook Timeline. I’m not sure if it’s really called “Friends Thumbnail List”, but he’s always there. I once formulated that it happens because he’s always checking my Timeline – but I just made that up to make my petty little self happy, and okay, to put a little dash of malice. I always see his face on that list to the point that it sometimes annoys me already. I want to know what that means, so I won’t think of unrealistic reasons again and get my hopes up when there isn’t hope to even begin with.
Wings, you know what, when I checked my Twitter account, I gained ten more followers. It only happens when: 1) someone retweets me and another person retweets that same tweet from that same someone and they fall in love with my tweet and they retweet and retweet and I become famous (which
barely happens); or 2) a famous person or a celebrity replies to or retweets my tweet. Can you guess what happened? Number 2, eh? Yes. Number 2. Yes, number 2: a famous person or a celebrity replies to or retweets my tweet! And can you guess who that person is? Sam Concepcion, eh? Yes. Yes, my dear Wings. It was Sam Concepcion – my freakin’ Sam freakin’ Concepcion! He replied to my tweet, which I wasn’t really, really, really expecting. He’s been so busy lately that I think he doesn’t even have the time to tweet frequently, let alone
reply to our tweets. Or that he doesn’t have the time to hit that dougie every time he hears the song. So that reply from him was really something. I feel so ridiculously special. What a way to start my year!
Although the tweet isn’t really for me, given the obvious fact that he said “Go Sam!” and not “Go Faye!”, I still feel so grateful. At least my username is in there! And I made that
video – actually, I forced my niece to sing in front of the camera. Isn’t Sam, my niece, the cutest? Isn’t Sam, my future boyfriend slash forever lover (I wish for and dream about this 8739602115690 times every beautiful, waking day) the sweetest? Oh, how I know that they would get along when I introduce Sam Concepcion to my relatives when the right time comes (8739602115691). And don’t worry, Wings, you and your sisters will meet him to someday too (8739602115692). And he would silly laugh at me when he reads my ridiculous entries about him (8739602115693). And I would silly laugh at him too because I seriously agree that my entries about him are ridiculous (8739602115694).
This is the life I’m having at the start of the year. Mom said it’s my year since I was born under the Chinese year of the Rooster. I hope that’s true. I hope Chinese predictions and hoolah-moolahs work with someone without a Chinese blood. Let’s do this, 2012!
← OLDER / BACK TO TOP / NEWER →
“Iyiyi” by Cody Simpson is playing right now. This song always reminds me of First College Crush. I don’t want to elaborate why because it would be too obvious, and he would realize that he is FCC if ever he stupidly stumble in you (blog) again. I still like FCC, Wings. I don’t know why, really. Maybe because I didn’t actually have the chance to know him more or talk to him without me getting all lost and floating in the power of his dreamy eyes and fascinating smile (this is an element of speech), and without me getting all painted with red from my scalp down to my chest. I didn’t have that normal and comfortable moment with him while I was still in his school. I didn’t have the chance to really decide whether I like him or not because I didn’t even know him. I left the school crushing on him – so up until now I’m crushing on him. And he’s always in my Friends Thumbnail List in my Facebook Timeline. I’m not sure if it’s really called “Friends Thumbnail List”, but he’s always there. I once formulated that it happens because he’s always checking my Timeline – but I just made that up to make my petty little self happy, and okay, to put a little dash of malice. I always see his face on that list to the point that it sometimes annoys me already. I want to know what that means, so I won’t think of unrealistic reasons again and get my hopes up when there isn’t hope to even begin with.
