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To be honest, I have no idea. If you ask me to make a list of my favorite songs, I’d finish it just before the year ends. I have
a lot of them, ranging from Chris Brown to Andrew Belle, from A Fine Frenzy to The Summer Set. It’s easier for me to pick a favorite song from an individual artist (e.g. my favorite Chris Brown song is
Should Have Kissed You... and
Without You... and
Next To You – Oh crap, I can’t pick!). When I listen to a song for the first time and like it right away, that song would receive the prestigious membership to My Favorite Songs Club. But if you really want me to name a lone favorite song, it would be Christina Aguillera’s
I Turn To You. It’s the first song and I learned and loved.
Who is your favorite person?Snorts. I can’t help but giggle at how stupid this question sounds. And at how stupid
I was for thinking that this exists when I was young. In one of my first autograph notebooks, I included this question. Good heavens! I thought it was normal and harmless and everyone has
got to have a favorite person. But thinking about it now, crap, favorite person? Seriously? Favorite artist is acceptable, but
person? God, no.
But since this is me being stupid, my favorite person is... no, not Sam Concepcion (remember that Sam is my favorite
lover). My favorite person is
Zandro Geral, my forever best friend slash part-time lover slash all-around character guru. Every time people would note that we’re so sweet and that we would be the perfect couple or assume that we’re
already having a secret relationship, either we laugh at their faces and repeatedly deny it (while throwing in “eww” or “yuck” or “gross” from time to time) or we’d ride with the accusation and act all lovey-dovey until they grew revolted (while secretly laughing at their faces). We can’t have a non-platonic relationship because, true to Zandro’s words, “our love for each other is beyond romance”. We’re the coolest male-female best friends ever, aren’t we?
I wouldn’t be surprised if your expected answer to this is my mother. I know most of you would pick your mother for this question in a heart beat. Without hesitation. With conviction. I have a different perspective, hence a different answer. Mom is the person I
love the most, not my
favorite one. Those two are different things. I also would have said either
Demi Lovato or
Colton Dixon, but geez, as much as I would love to, we’re not friends. They won’t even notice me on Twitter!
How is your summer?It’s lame. I’m starting to label myself as a “no-lifer”. Almost a month had passed and I still can’t feel summer (except for the annoyingly scorching heat). So far, my family and I went to Splash Island two weeks ago; I’ve already finished ten novels; I’ve already cleaned my school stuff and retrieved and stored the important ones like my test papers and essays; I’ve
met with Diana Agulto and Scarlet Castillo last week; I’ve already shown my freak side to First College Crush (FCC); I’m already fat. Yesterday (29th April), Zandro and I attended our friend’s Christian debut. That pretty much sums up my April. My other friend has plans of treating us all to her vacation house in Batangas for her birthday. If my ever-killjoy Mom will allow me, I might finally have something of a good summer memory to keep and share to my class if a very-corny professor starts the semester with a wide smile and a “How’s your summer?”. I will also spend my remaining summer holidays in Naga City. I hope the month of May and first weeks of June would be memorable and fun, so I could gradually erase the word “no” from “no-lifer” that is becoming me.
What are your favorite items?I’ve already rummaged in my trunk to look for several items so I can include this question in this entry. Here are my favorite things:
- Books. Shown in photo: The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins; The Witch of Portobello, Paulo Coelho.
- My customized notebooks. Shown in photo: Harry Potter and friends and Sam Concepcion notebooks.
- Canvass bag. I added stitches, patches and doodles on its pockets to give it character. I’ve heard people say it’s weird or it’s cute; my niece said it’s ugly. Yeah, sure.
- Dior, my Scroll Essential tablet. Mom gave this to me, and at the moment, it only serves as an e-book reader and music player. Just like its owner, it’s a “no-lifer”.
- My childhood photos. I don’t have a lot of them because I wasn’t the smiling kid in my early years, and I’m not photogenic.
- Squeeky whale. I don’t know what it’s called. It’s like the rubber duck babies have in their tubs and they squeeze it and it makes a horrible and annoying sound. I got this from last year’s Candy Fair. (Don’t ask me if I was allowed to have it.)
- Photobooth hardcopies. Shown in photo: Hospitality Management week, Treston Int’l College; with Jemimah Dadula; Kathleen Valle’s debut; Sam Concepcion’s birthday party.
- Medals. Shown in photo: Valedictorian, Arellano University; my first essay writing contest award; Blogging contest, Treston Int’l College; Valedictorian, Rotary Club of Downtown Manila.
- Removable storage. It was one of the prizes when I won in the blogging contest.
NOT IN PHOTO:
Fourthy (my glasses) and
Doods (my sketchpad)
What is your favorite quote/motto?Had this question been asked in grade school, I would have said “Time is gold”, and in high school, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent” (The Princess Diaries). Those were the pitiful years when I didn’t know what books and reading were. Right now, out of all the novels I’ve read, my favorite quote is from Stephen Chbosky’s
The Perks of Being a Wallflower: “So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”
It’s kind of mouthful, but I can relate to it so bad that I’ve already quoted it several times in my essays and impromptu speeches. Every time I blame my parents or my ancestors or anybody from my family for the shits that came with my birth, I always internally recite this and it makes me feel miraculously better. There really are some books that can change our lives.
Are you in love?I hate this question. It’s like an opening to cheesier and gossip-worthy questions about one’s romantic life. “Are you in love?” is like asking somebody “Who is your boyfriend?” or “Who is your crush?” They are so alike that if ever I’ll be asked with this, I’d answer, “No, I don’t have a boyfriend” or “No, we’re just friends” or “Secret”. And how can you tell you’re in love, really?
But then I’m acting all stupid right now, so might as well get over the more stupid things. I am
not in love, as far as I can tell. My feelings for First Love have been temporarily shut down, down to the deepest pits. (I hope they wouldn’t stir when we meet again.) My feelings for FCC is yet to be categorized. I like him a lot – trust me,
a lot – but I’m not sure if it’s love already. I don’t want it to be love yet. It’s just impossible. I’d rather have him as a corny friend than as this-feels-awkward friend. I therefore conclude: my boyfriend’s name is Sam Concepcion.
What is your fondest childhood memory?Ballet – it’s the only memory that doesn’t involve shame or canals (smelly canals were my childhood best friends) or awkwardness or regrets. My cousin enrolled her daughter and I to a ballet summer class in her old university. I was eight (or nine). It was fun. I loved wearing ballet flats, leotards and tutus. We had our recital where my headpiece-something fell off, but I didn’t care and just continued and didn’t bother retrieving it until the song ended. We didn’t enroll again the next summer. I didn’t care.
But now I do. It took me a decade to realize how wonderful ballet is. I want to continue doing it so bad. I like ballet because it teaches discipline and makes one’s body lean and slim. And it’s like the simplest form of dance when it comes to steps. If I continued ballet, I could have added “dancer” to my bio. This is one of my life goals. I just hope I wouldn’t be too old to go back.
Describe yourself.The most basic question, the hardest to answer. Again, I have no idea. In my first autograph notebook, when I saw this question, I copied everyone’s answer and wrote down: “judge me”. What the heck. When I grew older, I wrote: “moody, weird and unpredictable”. And added at the last minute: “whatever, judge me”. What the fuck. I don’t know who I am – isn’t that cool? Meh.
If you check on my Tumblr blog, you’d see that I describe myself using simple adjectives (e.g. bookworm, dreamer, hopeless romantic, weird and wonderful); if you check this blog’s profile, you wouldn’t understand it if you aren’t a Potterhead. Maybe that’s how I’ll describe my life forever: by simple adjectives or by creative, fantasy-inspired bios. Maybe that’s me: the weird girl with the words.
And the girl who doesn’t know how to creatively end a blog post.
