Madly Inconsistent Hankering
I’m not the type of person who always miss (or yearn for) another person or group of people easily. When somebody tells me, “I miss you” (either through SMS or online), I’m like,
What? I just saw you last week and you already miss me? Although, for discretion and sensitivity purposes, I say that I miss them back. That’s barely the case, but what the hell, they’re friends.
I only miss someone when I don’t see them in a span of three months onwards. I have so much to do and too many fictions to read to have time to think about them or reminisce the past that just happened a few weeks ago. It’s not that I don’t love them, because I
do… I’m just not that person. I’m not emotional when it comes to interpersonal relationships. I don’t recollect a lot. I don’t have millions of friends so the “you’ve changed tastes in friends” line doesn’t work with me. Plus, I avoid missing someone as much as possible, because when I do –
holy heavens! – the world is doomed.
With the school work and club responsibilities I’m balancing on my hands, together with my reading and World Wide Web endeavors, I barely communicate with my friends outside college (even those inside are unfortunately disregarded). And as much as I hate saying this, I miss them.
I miss my best friend, Zandro. When we still lived in the same neighborhood, we didn’t always see each other. But even if that was the case, at least we knew that we were just a few-calorie-burner-walk away. There was the certainty and peace of mind. But my family moved in to a new place and the Best Friends Catching Up seems almost impossible. This year, we only met once in February (because of nothing in particular) and twice in April (to see
The Hunger Games and attend our friend’s debut). We will see each other again this September for
The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It’s a bit sad to say, but I guess during these hustling and bustling times, we are only tied by the Unseen Force of Care and, yes, of movies. I miss him –
a lot. Every time we see each other we only talk and talk and talk. We spend, like, five hours just conferring with each other the mediocrity of our daily lives. I hope we don’t get shooed and dragged out of the cinemas when we see
TPOBAW for the noise made by our restless mouths.
I miss Diana and Scarlet. They are my friends from my first college. We were so closed together that we were named Tres Marias by our schoolmates already. They are basically two of the reasons why I don’t regret my decisions regarding my academic life when I believe I should be. I last saw them on April, and as much as I would want to reminisce about our short reunion, I
can’t because that was a half epically amazing and half epically suicidal day. I was planning on visiting them again this month (after I buy books in Fully Booked), but I guess I wouldn’t be able to since –
tada – I’m fucking busy. I just hope this September I would attend the Candy Fair with Diana.
I miss Sam Concepcion. I last saw him in person at last year’s Candy Fair. And it wasn’t actually memorable because that was it: I
just saw him. The members of his fan club – the Samsters (including me) – didn’t get to “bond” with him since he was running late for another commitment. It was like
nothing that I only remember Javy Gil and AJ Perez’s tribute that day; no Sam. That’s just sad. My original plan this August was to hit the cinemas for his movie,
I Do Bidoo Bidoo (better if I go to the premier night). But with the works I’m getting myself into these past few weeks, my brief fan affair with Sam threatens to again be postponed. And I’m slowly getting broke, so I guess even the movie I wouldn’t be able to see. Candy Fair (again), perhaps? (We will get married anyway, so what’s the fuss, right?)
I miss my online babies. This includes the Skittles Babies (
Cez,
Marie,
Trisha),
Sai,
Patricia, et al. My presence in the Internet world is barely felt. I go online and just
stare at everything. I hardly mention these wonderful people and catch up with them, either because I know they’re also busy or because, okay, I’m getting boring. I miss our fangirl sessions and arguments on who Sam is currently dating – and why it hurts us. I swear, my loves: I will make it up to you on the Holidays.
I miss Kristen Stewart. This may sound pathetic because she doesn’t know me and doesn’t care, but I do [miss her]. I love Kristen not because of
Twilight, but I would give credit to the saga anyway because I wouldn’t be able to recognize the teeny, boyish girl from the
Panic Room if it weren’t for these blockbuster movies. But let me just flatten things out: I love Kristen because of
The Runaways. I saw the movie because it was intriguing and because the girls were hot, but I wasn’t expecting that she would be the hottest in it. And the rest of the cyber stalking is history. Now, I miss her because she’s going through a lot right nowadays regarding the choices she made. When I learned about her affair, it didn’t bother me for two days. It was weird, okay, but it was her
choice. I still love her even though some of her “fans” turned their backs. And I don’t know if Robert Pattinson and she would get back together. But whatever their decisions are, people
shouldn’t judge them. As Sara Bareilles’s song goes, “Who cares if you disagree, you are not me. Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be. Who died and made you king of anything?”
I don’t know if I should poke myself for not exerting effort to lessen this yearning for several of the aforementioned people (and wake up from this Sam-and-Kristen-care-about-me reverie). I’m not even sure if I’m not really
that hectic and I’m just thinking that that’s the case. I should get my priorities straight and cut my procrastination to have more time for people that matter. Is there a class for time management?
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Madly Inconsistent Hankering
I’m not the type of person who always miss (or yearn for) another person or group of people easily. When somebody tells me, “I miss you” (either through SMS or online), I’m like,
What? I just saw you last week and you already miss me? Although, for discretion and sensitivity purposes, I say that I miss them back. That’s barely the case, but what the hell, they’re friends.
I only miss someone when I don’t see them in a span of three months onwards. I have so much to do and too many fictions to read to have time to think about them or reminisce the past that just happened a few weeks ago. It’s not that I don’t love them, because I
do… I’m just not that person. I’m not emotional when it comes to interpersonal relationships. I don’t recollect a lot. I don’t have millions of friends so the “you’ve changed tastes in friends” line doesn’t work with me. Plus, I avoid missing someone as much as possible, because when I do –
holy heavens! – the world is doomed.
With the school work and club responsibilities I’m balancing on my hands, together with my reading and World Wide Web endeavors, I barely communicate with my friends outside college (even those inside are unfortunately disregarded). And as much as I hate saying this, I miss them.
I miss my best friend, Zandro. When we still lived in the same neighborhood, we didn’t always see each other. But even if that was the case, at least we knew that we were just a few-calorie-burner-walk away. There was the certainty and peace of mind. But my family moved in to a new place and the Best Friends Catching Up seems almost impossible. This year, we only met once in February (because of nothing in particular) and twice in April (to see
The Hunger Games and attend our friend’s debut). We will see each other again this September for
The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It’s a bit sad to say, but I guess during these hustling and bustling times, we are only tied by the Unseen Force of Care and, yes, of movies. I miss him –
a lot. Every time we see each other we only talk and talk and talk. We spend, like, five hours just conferring with each other the mediocrity of our daily lives. I hope we don’t get shooed and dragged out of the cinemas when we see
TPOBAW for the noise made by our restless mouths.
I miss Diana and Scarlet. They are my friends from my first college. We were so closed together that we were named Tres Marias by our schoolmates already. They are basically two of the reasons why I don’t regret my decisions regarding my academic life when I believe I should be. I last saw them on April, and as much as I would want to reminisce about our short reunion, I
can’t because that was a half epically amazing and half epically suicidal day. I was planning on visiting them again this month (after I buy books in Fully Booked), but I guess I wouldn’t be able to since –
tada – I’m fucking busy. I just hope this September I would attend the Candy Fair with Diana.
I miss Sam Concepcion. I last saw him in person at last year’s Candy Fair. And it wasn’t actually memorable because that was it: I
just saw him. The members of his fan club – the Samsters (including me) – didn’t get to “bond” with him since he was running late for another commitment. It was like
nothing that I only remember Javy Gil and AJ Perez’s tribute that day; no Sam. That’s just sad. My original plan this August was to hit the cinemas for his movie,
I Do Bidoo Bidoo (better if I go to the premier night). But with the works I’m getting myself into these past few weeks, my brief fan affair with Sam threatens to again be postponed. And I’m slowly getting broke, so I guess even the movie I wouldn’t be able to see. Candy Fair (again), perhaps? (We will get married anyway, so what’s the fuss, right?)
I miss my online babies. This includes the Skittles Babies (
Cez,
Marie,
Trisha),
Sai,
Patricia, et al. My presence in the Internet world is barely felt. I go online and just
stare at everything. I hardly mention these wonderful people and catch up with them, either because I know they’re also busy or because, okay, I’m getting boring. I miss our fangirl sessions and arguments on who Sam is currently dating – and why it hurts us. I swear, my loves: I will make it up to you on the Holidays.
I miss Kristen Stewart. This may sound pathetic because she doesn’t know me and doesn’t care, but I do [miss her]. I love Kristen not because of
Twilight, but I would give credit to the saga anyway because I wouldn’t be able to recognize the teeny, boyish girl from the
Panic Room if it weren’t for these blockbuster movies. But let me just flatten things out: I love Kristen because of
The Runaways. I saw the movie because it was intriguing and because the girls were hot, but I wasn’t expecting that she would be the hottest in it. And the rest of the cyber stalking is history. Now, I miss her because she’s going through a lot right nowadays regarding the choices she made. When I learned about her affair, it didn’t bother me for two days. It was weird, okay, but it was her
choice. I still love her even though some of her “fans” turned their backs. And I don’t know if Robert Pattinson and she would get back together. But whatever their decisions are, people
shouldn’t judge them. As Sara Bareilles’s song goes, “Who cares if you disagree, you are not me. Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be. Who died and made you king of anything?”
I don’t know if I should poke myself for not exerting effort to lessen this yearning for several of the aforementioned people (and wake up from this Sam-and-Kristen-care-about-me reverie). I’m not even sure if I’m not really
that hectic and I’m just thinking that that’s the case. I should get my priorities straight and cut my procrastination to have more time for people that matter. Is there a class for time management?
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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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