The Way He Makes Me Feel
I have a secret to tell Blogger: I am fond of writing letters to Samuel Concepcion. Yes, but more like of a diary. Instead of
Dear Diary for the header, I write
Samuel. Yeah, I know. It’s crazy. I can’t help laughing when I read my past entries. They are really weird and corny. But that’s the way I roll. I love writing and I love Samuel. So this equation:
“Writing + Samuel = Happiness” is my life mantra. Hello, ha! Now, I’m going to share my two entries: the two events that I met him. Some will be edited because some are stupid. English and Filipino. Okay, now get bored.
12 April 2010, MondaySamuel,
Hello! Hello! Hello! Yay. I don’t miss you anymore. I saw you yesterday – in person. So I don’t have any reason to miss you – yet. Good thing I am part of SCC already; I got access.
Anyway, you drove me crazy yesterday. Why did you tell me that I look familiar? What the hell, Samuel. Are you lying to me? Or was it just your superb memory? The last time we brushed shoulders was on 2008 pa. That was so long ago. So, you’re lying! But I like it, anyway. Duh, you look familiar as well.
Sam: Hi. *looks at the CD and back on me again* You look familiar.
Faye: *poker face* Ay, nakakahiya naman.
Sam: Wag kang mahiya.
Faye: *late reacts* You look familiar ka diyan!
Sam: Oo nga. You look familiar.
I acted so aggressive! But darn it. I didn’t hug you. But I realized that I should take things slooowly. It was just the second time anyway. *Edited part*
But anyway, I really enjoyed the show. I hope to see you again. Always take care. Take a rest, okay? And I am proud that you go topless na, but please don’t overdo it. God, it’s killing me! Yay. I’m just protective. Ha! Be safe.
I still have hang over and euphoria.
Always,
Faye
16 May 2010, SundaySamuel,
I should be watching you right now on
ASAP, but I really am sleepy. BUT, I’d write here first. I’m really sorry that I forgot to update this one. Summer really consumed my time allotted for you. But even though I didn’t get to write here, I had the chance to see you in person again.
Yesterday was a very tiring day for me, but all the spasms (I don’t know the write word) on my system dissolved when I saw you. Well, it was just almost the same, except that you weren’t so tired to make jokes and stuff. You were really cute with all your effortless antics. I should have danced with you! I’m kidding; I suck at dancing. I managed not to faint or die when I got near you. It feels
normal already. Yay. I enjoyed everything, every time. I forgot to hug you again. I still don’t have the courage to do it. But I’m getting there. LMAO. It is fun to be the photographer sometimes, because I get to witness everything.
Sam: *while singing Be My Girlfriend* O, sino mga dancer dito? *Walks towards us* Ikaw.
Faye: No. Hindi. Ayaw!
Sam: Nagtataas ka ng kamay kanina. (That is not true. I was just stretching! LOL.)
Faye: Hindi ah! Hindi! *Sam walks away, still singing and hot*
Morris (SCC member): Ang galing mo. Nahampas mo siya. *laughs* (I didn’t mean to do that. He was trying to make me get up and dance. So I had to do it. Oh no.)
Faye: Andaya mo. Di mo sinasagot yung tweet namin about jejemons and Justin Bieber.
Sam: Kasi kapag sumagot ako sa inyo, unfair sa iba.
Faye: Pwede mo namang hindi na i-mention. (F*ck. Did I really say that?! That was really stupid and tactless. Boohoo!)
Faye: Pa-picture a.
Sam: Sure.
Faye: *pinches Sam’s cheek* Ang cute mo.
Sam: *laughs*
Faye: *while walking away* Yung jejemons a.
Sam: *looks at my direction and smiles* (And Faye dies)
You were really cute when you sneeze. The tip of your nose gets so red. Teehee. I had so much to say to you, like how I loved your white dunks and how that purple jacket looked good on you. But I forgot to say it again. Anyway, the best moment was when I was standing beside you. I literally just stare at you. It was like a 10-second moment with just two steps between us. Damn it. I get all torpe with you around. But I am really happy – up until now. I love every moment I get to “almost-spend” with you. It’s priceless. It’s funny how you make me feel giddy and high. I am really a fan girl – to the XV power. *Edited*
Always take care and be cool. I love ya.
Always,
Faye
P.S: You didn’t tell me that I looked familiar. You’re lying! Ha! IDC.
So that’s it. Please don’t laugh. I am really weird and crazy. Okay. Now I’m so shy. I’d die now. Toodles!
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The Way He Makes Me Feel
I have a secret to tell Blogger: I am fond of writing letters to Samuel Concepcion. Yes, but more like of a diary. Instead of
Dear Diary for the header, I write
Samuel. Yeah, I know. It’s crazy. I can’t help laughing when I read my past entries. They are really weird and corny. But that’s the way I roll. I love writing and I love Samuel. So this equation:
“Writing + Samuel = Happiness” is my life mantra. Hello, ha! Now, I’m going to share my two entries: the two events that I met him. Some will be edited because some are stupid. English and Filipino. Okay, now get bored.
12 April 2010, MondaySamuel,
Hello! Hello! Hello! Yay. I don’t miss you anymore. I saw you yesterday – in person. So I don’t have any reason to miss you – yet. Good thing I am part of SCC already; I got access.
Anyway, you drove me crazy yesterday. Why did you tell me that I look familiar? What the hell, Samuel. Are you lying to me? Or was it just your superb memory? The last time we brushed shoulders was on 2008 pa. That was so long ago. So, you’re lying! But I like it, anyway. Duh, you look familiar as well.
Sam: Hi. *looks at the CD and back on me again* You look familiar.
Faye: *poker face* Ay, nakakahiya naman.
Sam: Wag kang mahiya.
Faye: *late reacts* You look familiar ka diyan!
Sam: Oo nga. You look familiar.
I acted so aggressive! But darn it. I didn’t hug you. But I realized that I should take things slooowly. It was just the second time anyway. *Edited part*
But anyway, I really enjoyed the show. I hope to see you again. Always take care. Take a rest, okay? And I am proud that you go topless na, but please don’t overdo it. God, it’s killing me! Yay. I’m just protective. Ha! Be safe.
I still have hang over and euphoria.
Always,
Faye
16 May 2010, SundaySamuel,
I should be watching you right now on
ASAP, but I really am sleepy. BUT, I’d write here first. I’m really sorry that I forgot to update this one. Summer really consumed my time allotted for you. But even though I didn’t get to write here, I had the chance to see you in person again.
Yesterday was a very tiring day for me, but all the spasms (I don’t know the write word) on my system dissolved when I saw you. Well, it was just almost the same, except that you weren’t so tired to make jokes and stuff. You were really cute with all your effortless antics. I should have danced with you! I’m kidding; I suck at dancing. I managed not to faint or die when I got near you. It feels
normal already. Yay. I enjoyed everything, every time. I forgot to hug you again. I still don’t have the courage to do it. But I’m getting there. LMAO. It is fun to be the photographer sometimes, because I get to witness everything.
Sam: *while singing Be My Girlfriend* O, sino mga dancer dito? *Walks towards us* Ikaw.
Faye: No. Hindi. Ayaw!
Sam: Nagtataas ka ng kamay kanina. (That is not true. I was just stretching! LOL.)
Faye: Hindi ah! Hindi! *Sam walks away, still singing and hot*
Morris (SCC member): Ang galing mo. Nahampas mo siya. *laughs* (I didn’t mean to do that. He was trying to make me get up and dance. So I had to do it. Oh no.)
Faye: Andaya mo. Di mo sinasagot yung tweet namin about jejemons and Justin Bieber.
Sam: Kasi kapag sumagot ako sa inyo, unfair sa iba.
Faye: Pwede mo namang hindi na i-mention. (F*ck. Did I really say that?! That was really stupid and tactless. Boohoo!)
Faye: Pa-picture a.
Sam: Sure.
Faye: *pinches Sam’s cheek* Ang cute mo.
Sam: *laughs*
Faye: *while walking away* Yung jejemons a.
Sam: *looks at my direction and smiles* (And Faye dies)
You were really cute when you sneeze. The tip of your nose gets so red. Teehee. I had so much to say to you, like how I loved your white dunks and how that purple jacket looked good on you. But I forgot to say it again. Anyway, the best moment was when I was standing beside you. I literally just stare at you. It was like a 10-second moment with just two steps between us. Damn it. I get all torpe with you around. But I am really happy – up until now. I love every moment I get to “almost-spend” with you. It’s priceless. It’s funny how you make me feel giddy and high. I am really a fan girl – to the XV power. *Edited*
Always take care and be cool. I love ya.
Always,
Faye
P.S: You didn’t tell me that I looked familiar. You’re lying! Ha! IDC.
So that’s it. Please don’t laugh. I am really weird and crazy. Okay. Now I’m so shy. I’d die now. Toodles!
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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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