RAQs
RAQs - Rarely Asked Questions; pronounced as raks or racks or rocks. Whatever.
Trust me, I thought about that meaning for several nights. Ha! These are the questions that people never ask me, although I would be very delighted to answer them. People usually ask for my name (of course), my age, what school I go to, what degree I’m taking, etc. My friends usually ask about my not-very-interesting love life – which is very lame right now. “I’m single” has always been my automatic answer every time they grind me with questions about love and relationships. I’ve been satisfying myself lately with daydreaming and constant fan-girling (yes,
fan-girling is now a verb). I like talking about
other stuff (books, arts, music, moral ethics, religion), but I guess my friends are too busy to listen or even ask. Or maybe they just don’t care. But I’ve met some people who can talk about those “other stuff,” and it’s amazing. They’re amazing. But nonetheless, the following are the RAQs and their respective answer, because I don’t mind explaining; I don’t mind sharing, and because I don’t have anything creative and consequential to write about.
What type of music are you into?When I was young, I was into the bouncy-type, like Nelly’s or Usher’s songs. I even remember singing “Dilemma” and “Confessions.” My cousin was an RnB fanatic, so I grew up listening to that genre. I was more into the bar music. Ironically, I’ve never been in a bar. I’m afraid to enter a bar. But I was young that time. I haven’t found what my own version of “good music” was. But at this moment, my music folder is composed of Pop and Pop Rock and Country songs. I’m currently in love with Parachute and Lady Antebellum. I also love Kristina and the Dolls, Hey Monday, Demi Lovato, Michelle Branch, Cameron Mitchell and some songs from the
Vampire Diaries. But I still like RnB, especially Chris Brown. And I love Eminem – he’s a very clever songwriter. So my music taste is quite…
diverse.
Well I’m not sure what this going to be / But with my eyes clenched all I see / Is the sky line through the window / The moon above you and the streets below / Hold my breath as you’re moving in / Taste your lips and feel your skin / When the time comes / Baby don’t run / Just kiss me slowly
© Kiss Me Slowly, Parachute
Why do you like reading?
Who doesn’t like reading,
seriously? Had this question been asked on my earlier years, I wouldn’t know what my answer was. I started reading novels when I was in third grade. I actually started with pocket books (yeah, those
Precious Hearts and feel-giddy plots and stuff, plus the random beautiful people’s faces on the cover). Then as I grew older, I ditched them and went for the thicker and deeper ones. My mom forced me to read “Where the Heart Is” (Billie Letts) when I was in sixth grade. It was a very good novel. I actually cried because the protagonist was very unfortunate and the number seven hated her, but she found life and meaning once again when she had her baby. Then it started from there. The number of books that I’ve read is increasing as I grow older. I started reading
Harry Potter when I was a high school sophomore (it was very late because I wasn’t into fictions and sci-fi and magic before, so you can say that it all started with
Harry Potter). I like reading because I sometimes feel that when I read, the world around me is shut down and it’s just me and my book. I even sometimes feel that I’m one of the characters from the story – I can feel their pain, their joy, their anxiety, their triumph. And every time I read a book, my imagination just bursts out like crazy monsters, and it makes me want to write my own story. Books are inspiring. Writers are smart people. Also, when I’m just so frustrated, all I need is a good book and a well-lighted and silent room, and everything is fine. The key to my happiness could be as simple as that.
Why aren’t you in school?I have a lot of reasons – or maybe alibis: 1) my transferring plans didn’t work. Yes, all of them; 2) I don’t know what school to attend; 3) I’m not sure of what I really want to do; and 4) I’ve lived half of my life eating stress and pressure every day. It’s kind of very selfish and shallow, but I think I just need a break – long, drastic and seven months of a break. Sometimes I feel that I’m taking everything for granted, that my family has the capability to send me to college, but here I am, not in school, apparently wasting my time. But will you think that it’s cliché if I say that
I’m still looking for myself? I thought before that “looking for one’s self” is not true, that it’s just some form of an alibi to leave home and grow beard and become a mountain hermit. But it’s true. It happens. I think it happens to everyone – it’s just a matter of when and where and how and maybe why. If I continue schooling without my heart on it, it’ll be even worse than not attending classes.
“I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” © Francois Rabelais
(Looking for Alaska, John Green)
What do you do every day since you’re not in school?
Not being in school makes me discover, rediscover and do things that I never thought I would try. Maybe I was just very busy with school works before that I didn’t give enough attention to my interests and the little things that apparently make me happy. Every day I read – a novel or the
New Testament or my journal or my college English essays; I doodle and color; I
try to play the guitar; I write about my dreams or about anything and choose what to post in my blog; I continue writing my shitty story:
Teenage Dreams; I write some songs (although they would barely make it as songs); and do what I think I should do.
To be honest, I always feel sad and shitty when someone says that I’m wasting my time because I’m not in school; because I could excel in class but, tada, I’m not in school; that I’m missing a part of my life because I’m stuck at home and not in school; that my future will be rocky because, guess what, I’m not in school. Hearing those words makes me feel like: 1) I’m a hopeless kid without a purpose; 2) that I will be forever an out of school youth; 3) that I couldn’t make up for the lost time; and 4) that my academic life will never be the same again. I try to shrug them off and perceive life differently. Sometimes it’s just a matter of perspective – if you see your non-school life boring and a waste of time, then it’ll be boring and a waste of time; if you see it as an opportunity to discover and rediscover things, then it’ll be an opportunity.
What do you really want to do when you grow old?
I’ve thought about that a hundred times. You see, I’m a very indecisive person. I like to be everyone and do everything, like teach little kids, be a social worker, travel around the world, be a major supporter of a charity house, or shoot a documentary, so I didn’t really have that precise and shining ambition before. Now I just want to be a writer and a media researcher at the same time. I want to be involved in searching for interesting stories and facts that matter. I want to be the next Associate Lifestyle Editor or the Editor in Chief of Candy Magazine (just like Ms. Marla Miniano or Ms. Mia Custodio, respectively). I want to be one of the brains and hands behind a public affairs show. I want to inspire people with my writing and psychological powers that I’m not even sure exist. Maybe writing and publishing a bestselling novel is pretty much a long shot (given my crappy and shallow writing skills at the moment), but I’m willing to learn more, strive harder and take it, and see where it takes me in the end.
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RAQs
RAQs - Rarely Asked Questions; pronounced as raks or racks or rocks. Whatever.
Trust me, I thought about that meaning for several nights. Ha! These are the questions that people never ask me, although I would be very delighted to answer them. People usually ask for my name (of course), my age, what school I go to, what degree I’m taking, etc. My friends usually ask about my not-very-interesting love life – which is very lame right now. “I’m single” has always been my automatic answer every time they grind me with questions about love and relationships. I’ve been satisfying myself lately with daydreaming and constant fan-girling (yes,
fan-girling is now a verb). I like talking about
other stuff (books, arts, music, moral ethics, religion), but I guess my friends are too busy to listen or even ask. Or maybe they just don’t care. But I’ve met some people who can talk about those “other stuff,” and it’s amazing. They’re amazing. But nonetheless, the following are the RAQs and their respective answer, because I don’t mind explaining; I don’t mind sharing, and because I don’t have anything creative and consequential to write about.
What type of music are you into?When I was young, I was into the bouncy-type, like Nelly’s or Usher’s songs. I even remember singing “Dilemma” and “Confessions.” My cousin was an RnB fanatic, so I grew up listening to that genre. I was more into the bar music. Ironically, I’ve never been in a bar. I’m afraid to enter a bar. But I was young that time. I haven’t found what my own version of “good music” was. But at this moment, my music folder is composed of Pop and Pop Rock and Country songs. I’m currently in love with Parachute and Lady Antebellum. I also love Kristina and the Dolls, Hey Monday, Demi Lovato, Michelle Branch, Cameron Mitchell and some songs from the
Vampire Diaries. But I still like RnB, especially Chris Brown. And I love Eminem – he’s a very clever songwriter. So my music taste is quite…
diverse.
Well I’m not sure what this going to be / But with my eyes clenched all I see / Is the sky line through the window / The moon above you and the streets below / Hold my breath as you’re moving in / Taste your lips and feel your skin / When the time comes / Baby don’t run / Just kiss me slowly
© Kiss Me Slowly, Parachute
Why do you like reading?Who doesn’t like reading,
seriously? Had this question been asked on my earlier years, I wouldn’t know what my answer was. I started reading novels when I was in third grade. I actually started with pocket books (yeah, those
Precious Hearts and feel-giddy plots and stuff, plus the random beautiful people’s faces on the cover). Then as I grew older, I ditched them and went for the thicker and deeper ones. My mom forced me to read “Where the Heart Is” (Billie Letts) when I was in sixth grade. It was a very good novel. I actually cried because the protagonist was very unfortunate and the number seven hated her, but she found life and meaning once again when she had her baby. Then it started from there. The number of books that I’ve read is increasing as I grow older. I started reading
Harry Potter when I was a high school sophomore (it was very late because I wasn’t into fictions and sci-fi and magic before, so you can say that it all started with
Harry Potter). I like reading because I sometimes feel that when I read, the world around me is shut down and it’s just me and my book. I even sometimes feel that I’m one of the characters from the story – I can feel their pain, their joy, their anxiety, their triumph. And every time I read a book, my imagination just bursts out like crazy monsters, and it makes me want to write my own story. Books are inspiring. Writers are smart people. Also, when I’m just so frustrated, all I need is a good book and a well-lighted and silent room, and everything is fine. The key to my happiness could be as simple as that.
Why aren’t you in school?I have a lot of reasons – or maybe alibis: 1) my transferring plans didn’t work. Yes, all of them; 2) I don’t know what school to attend; 3) I’m not sure of what I really want to do; and 4) I’ve lived half of my life eating stress and pressure every day. It’s kind of very selfish and shallow, but I think I just need a break – long, drastic and seven months of a break. Sometimes I feel that I’m taking everything for granted, that my family has the capability to send me to college, but here I am, not in school, apparently wasting my time. But will you think that it’s cliché if I say that
I’m still looking for myself? I thought before that “looking for one’s self” is not true, that it’s just some form of an alibi to leave home and grow beard and become a mountain hermit. But it’s true. It happens. I think it happens to everyone – it’s just a matter of when and where and how and maybe why. If I continue schooling without my heart on it, it’ll be even worse than not attending classes.
“I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” © Francois Rabelais
(Looking for Alaska, John Green)
What do you do every day since you’re not in school?
Not being in school makes me discover, rediscover and do things that I never thought I would try. Maybe I was just very busy with school works before that I didn’t give enough attention to my interests and the little things that apparently make me happy. Every day I read – a novel or the
New Testament or my journal or my college English essays; I doodle and color; I
try to play the guitar; I write about my dreams or about anything and choose what to post in my blog; I continue writing my shitty story:
Teenage Dreams; I write some songs (although they would barely make it as songs); and do what I think I should do.
To be honest, I always feel sad and shitty when someone says that I’m wasting my time because I’m not in school; because I could excel in class but, tada, I’m not in school; that I’m missing a part of my life because I’m stuck at home and not in school; that my future will be rocky because, guess what, I’m not in school. Hearing those words makes me feel like: 1) I’m a hopeless kid without a purpose; 2) that I will be forever an out of school youth; 3) that I couldn’t make up for the lost time; and 4) that my academic life will never be the same again. I try to shrug them off and perceive life differently. Sometimes it’s just a matter of perspective – if you see your non-school life boring and a waste of time, then it’ll be boring and a waste of time; if you see it as an opportunity to discover and rediscover things, then it’ll be an opportunity.
What do you really want to do when you grow old?
I’ve thought about that a hundred times. You see, I’m a very indecisive person. I like to be everyone and do everything, like teach little kids, be a social worker, travel around the world, be a major supporter of a charity house, or shoot a documentary, so I didn’t really have that precise and shining ambition before. Now I just want to be a writer and a media researcher at the same time. I want to be involved in searching for interesting stories and facts that matter. I want to be the next Associate Lifestyle Editor or the Editor in Chief of Candy Magazine (just like Ms. Marla Miniano or Ms. Mia Custodio, respectively). I want to be one of the brains and hands behind a public affairs show. I want to inspire people with my writing and psychological powers that I’m not even sure exist. Maybe writing and publishing a bestselling novel is pretty much a long shot (given my crappy and shallow writing skills at the moment), but I’m willing to learn more, strive harder and take it, and see where it takes me in the end.
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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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