June: In a Nutshell
I had this inkling to write everything about a whole month before it ends, and make that entry the last in the monthly archive. I’m not sure how I ended up with this idea, but it sounded cool so I will do it because I’m desperately trying to be cool. Plus, it’s easier to make an “inventory” at the end of the year when I have a summarization of months just some clicks away. Basically I’m going to include a lot of Favorite Things I have from the featured month. It will all be informal and sometimes in bullets and definitely random… in a nutshell. (Notice: This will be my first, so bear with me or get off my blog.)
June has been very surprising for me. The birth month of my brother brought him an age older and me a great deal of blessings and good news (e.g. my Immortalization Escapade, Rotaract Club, scholarship, Institute of Liberal Arts family). Everything was new, of course, the month being the start of a new semester – new faces care of the freshmen and transfer students; new subjects and units to take down; new professors; new shoes; new bag (although my favorite bag will
always be my favorite bag, so I haven’t touched the new one). Truth be told, I conclude June is better than April or May or April
and May put together.
JUNE ARCHIVES
(what I’ve written and posted in this blog)
(Saturday, June 02, 2012)
Here, I wrote how my summer had come and gone, leaving me without
anything worth to be ecstatic about. Basically, this was a rant entry, a hastily written rant entry. I listed some movies I’ve seen online and novels I couldn’t wait to finish; wrote about my glorious first semester schedule, my fascination with the dorky Michael Cera, and how the totally-Mary-Sue-bitch-she’s-so-annoying Luce Price from the
Fallen series pisses the hell out of the bookworm me. This entry was practically bursting with excitement and annoyance at the same time. And because of my “The Red Sea Has Parted” dilemma, yes, I wrote it badly. I always do anyway.
(Friday, June 08, 2012)
“I know I’m not in love right now, but that doesn’t me I’ll never fall in love.” I love rereading this entry. I entitled this “Halted Descent” because it meant “I’m wavering from falling” which simply meant “I don’t like to fall in love yet”. My wonderful best friend triggered me to write about this because it annoyed me how he said that he was worried I wasn’t going to fall in love anymore and would live in a far away, deserted place, rocking on my wooden chair while stroking the backs of my dozen cats and watching the sun set over the freakin’ horizon, frustratingly frustrated and sadly sad at the painful fact that I’m all alone and without a husband and/or a family and just have cats. It wasn’t that he annoys me (it is forever my responsibility to love him), but I was annoyed with his senseless anxiety. So what now, I’m going to be
forever alone just because I’m in love with celebrities and fictional heartthrobs and
not with real, reachable, possible people? Love can wait, my friend.
(Saturday, June 16, 2012)
Unlike the entry prior to this, this was one of the saddest and full-with-self-pity entries I have in my half-happy, half-shitty blog. Readers would be treated to a massive dose of nostalgia: I’ve Known Him Since Forever, When I Was Young, I Remember; all about a man whose identity wasn’t confirmed at first. It was about my family, so it was distressing. It was about my father, so it was painful. It was written for Fathers’ Day, so it was basically a suicide. It was
sad, okay?
(Tuesday, June 19, 2012)
I posted this particularly-bursting-with-hormones entry three days after the particularly-bursting-with-stupid-misery entry because I didn’t want my father and/or any of my relatives to read it (the latter). Anyway, this was one of the many Subject: Annoying Love entries that either make me gag my breakfast or smile like a maniac every time I back-read, although I still haven’t decided yet if I’d gag or smile at this. In a freakin’ nutshell: this was a Declaration of My Hopeless Love for GEMV entry. I have no idea if he’d seen this and not said a thing about it, or if he didn’t give a damn about my blog because he has his own (which is
really famous, for heaven’s sake) which means he will never know about this… this
feeling. I don’t know if his unawareness about this is a good thing or not. I don’t know; we haven’t talked online for a while. He’s too busy to continue our make-believe worlds with me. I’m annoying.
STRIKING QUOTE
“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.” © Augustus Waters,
The Fault in Our Stars (John Green)
BOOKS UPDATE
I had finally finished
Passion, the third book from the
Fallen series (Lauren Kate). It wasn’t that good; I think
Hush, Hush is still better. I’m still having some internal battle whether I should continue the series because I really like these bad ass fallen angels and the Nephilims Miles and Shelby. Forget about Luce and her ironically and literally dying love for Daniel Grigori. Team Bad Ass!
Aside from the aforementioned title, I had also finished three novels this month:
Spell Bound (Rachel Hawkins),
The Son of Neptune (Rick Riordan) and
The Fault in Our Stars (John Green). Hawkins, Riordan and Green are three of my favorite authors, so let’s cut this short: the novels were amazing; the characters were all funny, smart and had hearts; the authors were, God, I wish
I could write like
them. Yay for inspirations!
Current read:
Boy Meets Boy (David Levithan). I love gay people.
FAVORITE PERSON
(lad/s or lass/ies who made an impact to my life or anybody else’s or someone who inspired me the most)
I could have said “My mom is the best” but I need not to because she will always be and everyone knows that, but my favorite person this month would have to be my professor, Ms. Lorie S. (I won’t post a photo of her because she’s a private person.)
I first met her last semester, during our first institute meeting for Literary Musical. She’s young and open, so it was easy to get along with her (although we still respect her, of course). I’m currently enrolled in three of her classes, and I guess that’s good news because I heard she gives damn high grades (although I don’t take that for granted). You may ask why she got the prestigious I Love You, Congratulations Award for the Month of June: she only got me a scholarship.
It was her who asked me about my general average and informed me that I can apply for academic scholarship which I stupidly wasn’t aware about because I’m the lamest student possible. My grade didn’t make it to Dean’s List; I didn’t get full scholarship; I got 50% discount. 50 freakin’ percent! It was enough to make my Mom relieved and ultimately decide to support me in my dream to purchase all of John Green’s books. I am so thankful for Ms. Lorie that I want to lift her and twirl her round and round. I told her I owe her my life; she just laughed at it but I was serious. Thank the heavens for people like her.
Can you say that my boyfriend is super macho? Thank the heavens for gyms and weight lifting.
ONLINE ENDEVOURS
(things I’ve done online to hopelessly make me cyber-famous without removing my clothes or making Youtube covers)
More John Green epic quotes
typographies (the most reblogged and liked have 115 notes); List of
life ruiners (meaning painfully beautiful, flawless, talented and perfect celebrities); Fresh
Sam Concepcion Confessions.
SONGS OF THE MONTH
CHAMPAGNE TO POP
(celebrations, yays, confetti!)
My best friend
Zandro and I’s friendship anniversary. I can’t believe it’s been five years since we first realized that we are meant to best friends and we will never be romantically together because we get turn off by each other a lot of times… before all that I-don’t-like-you-because-my-friends-hate-you perception he had towards me, and before all that you-are-weird-and-such-a-snob perception I had towards him. We don’t really know when
exactly our ridiculous friendship started, so we decided to celebrate it late June and the whole month of July. Yep, we are cool like that.
Happy 5th friendship anniversary, Zandro! It is an honor and my responsibility to love and take care of you through crazy hormones and annoying people we secretly talk shit about (totally harmless, though).
Till next month, guys! (This closing sentence is shit.)
a woeful & chaotic diary since 071409
June: In a Nutshell
I had this inkling to write everything about a whole month before it ends, and make that entry the last in the monthly archive. I’m not sure how I ended up with this idea, but it sounded cool so I will do it because I’m desperately trying to be cool. Plus, it’s easier to make an “inventory” at the end of the year when I have a summarization of months just some clicks away. Basically I’m going to include a lot of Favorite Things I have from the featured month. It will all be informal and sometimes in bullets and definitely random… in a nutshell. (Notice: This will be my first, so bear with me or get off my blog.)
June has been very surprising for me. The birth month of my brother brought him an age older and me a great deal of blessings and good news (e.g. my Immortalization Escapade, Rotaract Club, scholarship, Institute of Liberal Arts family). Everything was new, of course, the month being the start of a new semester – new faces care of the freshmen and transfer students; new subjects and units to take down; new professors; new shoes; new bag (although my favorite bag will
always be my favorite bag, so I haven’t touched the new one). Truth be told, I conclude June is better than April or May or April
and May put together.
JUNE ARCHIVES
(what I’ve written and posted in this blog)
(Saturday, June 02, 2012)
Here, I wrote how my summer had come and gone, leaving me without
anything worth to be ecstatic about. Basically, this was a rant entry, a hastily written rant entry. I listed some movies I’ve seen online and novels I couldn’t wait to finish; wrote about my glorious first semester schedule, my fascination with the dorky Michael Cera, and how the totally-Mary-Sue-bitch-she’s-so-annoying Luce Price from the
Fallen series pisses the hell out of the bookworm me. This entry was practically bursting with excitement and annoyance at the same time. And because of my “The Red Sea Has Parted” dilemma, yes, I wrote it badly. I always do anyway.
(Friday, June 08, 2012)
“I know I’m not in love right now, but that doesn’t me I’ll never fall in love.” I love rereading this entry. I entitled this “Halted Descent” because it meant “I’m wavering from falling” which simply meant “I don’t like to fall in love yet”. My wonderful best friend triggered me to write about this because it annoyed me how he said that he was worried I wasn’t going to fall in love anymore and would live in a far away, deserted place, rocking on my wooden chair while stroking the backs of my dozen cats and watching the sun set over the freakin’ horizon, frustratingly frustrated and sadly sad at the painful fact that I’m all alone and without a husband and/or a family and just have cats. It wasn’t that he annoys me (it is forever my responsibility to love him), but I was annoyed with his senseless anxiety. So what now, I’m going to be
forever alone just because I’m in love with celebrities and fictional heartthrobs and
not with real, reachable, possible people? Love can wait, my friend.
(Saturday, June 16, 2012)
Unlike the entry prior to this, this was one of the saddest and full-with-self-pity entries I have in my half-happy, half-shitty blog. Readers would be treated to a massive dose of nostalgia: I’ve Known Him Since Forever, When I Was Young, I Remember; all about a man whose identity wasn’t confirmed at first. It was about my family, so it was distressing. It was about my father, so it was painful. It was written for Fathers’ Day, so it was basically a suicide. It was
sad, okay?
(Tuesday, June 19, 2012)
I posted this particularly-bursting-with-hormones entry three days after the particularly-bursting-with-stupid-misery entry because I didn’t want my father and/or any of my relatives to read it (the latter). Anyway, this was one of the many Subject: Annoying Love entries that either make me gag my breakfast or smile like a maniac every time I back-read, although I still haven’t decided yet if I’d gag or smile at this. In a freakin’ nutshell: this was a Declaration of My Hopeless Love for GEMV entry. I have no idea if he’d seen this and not said a thing about it, or if he didn’t give a damn about my blog because he has his own (which is
really famous, for heaven’s sake) which means he will never know about this… this
feeling. I don’t know if his unawareness about this is a good thing or not. I don’t know; we haven’t talked online for a while. He’s too busy to continue our make-believe worlds with me. I’m annoying.
STRIKING QUOTE
“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.” © Augustus Waters,
The Fault in Our Stars (John Green)
BOOKS UPDATE
I had finally finished
Passion, the third book from the
Fallen series (Lauren Kate). It wasn’t that good; I think
Hush, Hush is still better. I’m still having some internal battle whether I should continue the series because I really like these bad ass fallen angels and the Nephilims Miles and Shelby. Forget about Luce and her ironically and literally dying love for Daniel Grigori. Team Bad Ass!
Aside from the aforementioned title, I had also finished three novels this month:
Spell Bound (Rachel Hawkins),
The Son of Neptune (Rick Riordan) and
The Fault in Our Stars (John Green). Hawkins, Riordan and Green are three of my favorite authors, so let’s cut this short: the novels were amazing; the characters were all funny, smart and had hearts; the authors were, God, I wish
I could write like
them. Yay for inspirations!
Current read:
Boy Meets Boy (David Levithan). I love gay people.
FAVORITE PERSON
(lad/s or lass/ies who made an impact to my life or anybody else’s or someone who inspired me the most)
I could have said “My mom is the best” but I need not to because she will always be and everyone knows that, but my favorite person this month would have to be my professor, Ms. Lorie S. (I won’t post a photo of her because she’s a private person.)
I first met her last semester, during our first institute meeting for Literary Musical. She’s young and open, so it was easy to get along with her (although we still respect her, of course). I’m currently enrolled in three of her classes, and I guess that’s good news because I heard she gives damn high grades (although I don’t take that for granted). You may ask why she got the prestigious I Love You, Congratulations Award for the Month of June: she only got me a scholarship.
It was her who asked me about my general average and informed me that I can apply for academic scholarship which I stupidly wasn’t aware about because I’m the lamest student possible. My grade didn’t make it to Dean’s List; I didn’t get full scholarship; I got 50% discount. 50 freakin’ percent! It was enough to make my Mom relieved and ultimately decide to support me in my dream to purchase all of John Green’s books. I am so thankful for Ms. Lorie that I want to lift her and twirl her round and round. I told her I owe her my life; she just laughed at it but I was serious. Thank the heavens for people like her.
Can you say that my boyfriend is super macho? Thank the heavens for gyms and weight lifting.
ONLINE ENDEVOURS
(things I’ve done online to hopelessly make me cyber-famous without removing my clothes or making Youtube covers)
More John Green epic quotes
typographies (the most reblogged and liked have 115 notes); List of
life ruiners (meaning painfully beautiful, flawless, talented and perfect celebrities); Fresh
Sam Concepcion Confessions.
SONGS OF THE MONTH
CHAMPAGNE TO POP
(celebrations, yays, confetti!)
My best friend
Zandro and I’s friendship anniversary. I can’t believe it’s been five years since we first realized that we are meant to best friends and we will never be romantically together because we get turn off by each other a lot of times… before all that I-don’t-like-you-because-my-friends-hate-you perception he had towards me, and before all that you-are-weird-and-such-a-snob perception I had towards him. We don’t really know when
exactly our ridiculous friendship started, so we decided to celebrate it late June and the whole month of July. Yep, we are cool like that.
Happy 5th friendship anniversary, Zandro! It is an honor and my responsibility to love and take care of you through crazy hormones and annoying people we secretly talk shit about (totally harmless, though).
Till next month, guys! (This closing sentence is shit.)
a woeful & chaotic diary since 071409
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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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