Rant 101
So last Wednesday (19 September 2012), I met
Colton Dixon…
I did not. It would have been one of my favorite days had I not been so stupid. It was such an
epic fail, that moment. It was embarrassing that it was already funny.
My brother told me a week before the event that
American Idol finalists will be in Eastwood Mall for some meet and greet, before they hold their concert in Smart Araneta Coliseum (21 September). Because I’m in love with Colton and would do anything to experience his glory, I got so excited and even invited my best friend to come with me.
Come Wednesday, I missed cheer dance rehearsals since the schedule was in conflict. I was just so stoked to see him; I didn’t even care about the other Idols.
So in Eastwood Mall, everyone was all about Jessica Sanchez. That wasn’t news to me. Everybody wanted to see her, some even had their shirts printed with her face, her fan club was present; all the people talked about was Jessica. And there I was, waiting for my best friend and daydreaming about Colton, wearing my Ghostbusters shirt and San Diego cap. I was searching for some Filipino Messengers so I wouldn’t feel so alone. It was futile. So I was basically zoning out on my own.
The program started and the venue was filling up with people. The hosts asked us if we were excited see the Idols, namely, Jessica, DeAndre Branckensick, Elise Testone, Ericka Van Pelt and Hee Jun Han. And that caught my attention, dragged me back to reality of claustrophobia. Only
five Idols were mentioned, and Colton
wasn’t one of them. COLTON WASN’T IN EASTWOOD! Are you freakin’ kidding me? No,
seriously? It was mind boggling and quite annoying. I could feel my heart being broken to pieces. I planned to leave early since, really, why would I stay if Colton wasn’t there? But I held on to my optimistic side and crossed my fingers, praying to God for Colton to show up. Maybe they just missed his name? Maybe they were mistaken? I stayed and hoped for what felt like forever.
Before the meet and greet, there was a local boy group that served as the front act slash entertainer… only they
didn’t entertain us. I could have shoved them off the stage had I been allowed to, because they weren’t really good singers, they just looked good (but not my type of look). It was funny because the audience obviously wanted for them to stop, too. When this boy group left the stage, everyone was thrilled to see the Idols. I was still hoping.
The five mentioned Idols took the stage and looked amazing. Jessica looked how she usually looked in TV, Hee Jun, too. DeAndre had more prominent features than what the tube showed us; Ericka’s hair was awesome; Elise was the prettiest from the bunch. It felt weird seeing them, but the heartache from Colton’s absence was stronger. Yes, he didn’t show up.
People started to shove and I couldn’t breathe. My legs were aching, somebody stepped on my foot. It was chaotic. I pushed my way out of the pandemonium and left the venue, angry, sad, dizzy, confused. Why did they not bring Colton with them? And how about Phillip Phillips? Wasn’t he the
winner? And geez, where was Hollie Cavanagh? Can’t they have all the ten finalists in one stage? And why were the five present not allowed to sing a few lines? And no photo opportunity? What the hell.
I left, but not before visiting Fully Booked and bumping into local celebrities (Derrick Monasterio and Kristoffer Martin). I didn’t wait for my best friend anymore because I was pissed off and tired. And I wanted to check Colton’s page to answer my questions. Apparently, I was just being stupid. I didn’t think of checking his page first before barging in an event. He was in Glorietta, with the other four finalists who weren’t in Eastwood. The two meet and greet events happened simultaneously. I just had to rant it out and face the shame that waited for me in school. It was really sad and frustrating. The yearning for him was so painful… even though it was overboard. I CANNOT STOP MY FANGIRL EMOTIONS FOR HIM.
On the other hand, if I knew prior to the event that he will be in Glorietta, I wouldn’t have gone anyway. I have no idea where Glorietta is and how to get there. It would have been more agonizing to
know where he really would be and
not do something about it. Oh well, at least I tried. I was just wrong with the information I had. At least I had proven to myself again that I’m really not that claustrophobic, that the Force of Being a Fangirl is stronger than pressing bodies and possibility of a stampede. I just hope that when he releases his debut album next year,
The Messenger, Manila will be part of his promotional concert. That was what I wanted in the first place anyway: Colton Dixon’s solo concert.
Let’s keep the optimism alive, okay?
Out of Topic slash Updates:
- Yes, my friends thought what happened to me was funny. They wouldn’t stop teasing me.
- I haven’t finished The City of Lost Souls (Cassandra Clare) because I’m seriously busy and my brain needs a little draining first.
- I don’t know if I’ll start reading it, but I have a copy of Young Lonigan (James T. Farrell). Maybe I will.
- My body aches. I’m dancing. Dancing – of all things. My memory for dance movements is improving.
- I want to write about FCC again because some things just happened that made me confused all over again, but I’m afraid it would annoy my blog (since I’ve been writing about him for a long time now). I’m still so confused. I want to cry.
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Rant 101
So last Wednesday (19 September 2012), I met
Colton Dixon…
I did not. It would have been one of my favorite days had I not been so stupid. It was such an
epic fail, that moment. It was embarrassing that it was already funny.
My brother told me a week before the event that
American Idol finalists will be in Eastwood Mall for some meet and greet, before they hold their concert in Smart Araneta Coliseum (21 September). Because I’m in love with Colton and would do anything to experience his glory, I got so excited and even invited my best friend to come with me.
Come Wednesday, I missed cheer dance rehearsals since the schedule was in conflict. I was just so stoked to see him; I didn’t even care about the other Idols.
So in Eastwood Mall, everyone was all about Jessica Sanchez. That wasn’t news to me. Everybody wanted to see her, some even had their shirts printed with her face, her fan club was present; all the people talked about was Jessica. And there I was, waiting for my best friend and daydreaming about Colton, wearing my Ghostbusters shirt and San Diego cap. I was searching for some Filipino Messengers so I wouldn’t feel so alone. It was futile. So I was basically zoning out on my own.
The program started and the venue was filling up with people. The hosts asked us if we were excited see the Idols, namely, Jessica, DeAndre Branckensick, Elise Testone, Ericka Van Pelt and Hee Jun Han. And that caught my attention, dragged me back to reality of claustrophobia. Only
five Idols were mentioned, and Colton
wasn’t one of them. COLTON WASN’T IN EASTWOOD! Are you freakin’ kidding me? No,
seriously? It was mind boggling and quite annoying. I could feel my heart being broken to pieces. I planned to leave early since, really, why would I stay if Colton wasn’t there? But I held on to my optimistic side and crossed my fingers, praying to God for Colton to show up. Maybe they just missed his name? Maybe they were mistaken? I stayed and hoped for what felt like forever.
Before the meet and greet, there was a local boy group that served as the front act slash entertainer… only they
didn’t entertain us. I could have shoved them off the stage had I been allowed to, because they weren’t really good singers, they just looked good (but not my type of look). It was funny because the audience obviously wanted for them to stop, too. When this boy group left the stage, everyone was thrilled to see the Idols. I was still hoping.
The five mentioned Idols took the stage and looked amazing. Jessica looked how she usually looked in TV, Hee Jun, too. DeAndre had more prominent features than what the tube showed us; Ericka’s hair was awesome; Elise was the prettiest from the bunch. It felt weird seeing them, but the heartache from Colton’s absence was stronger. Yes, he didn’t show up.
People started to shove and I couldn’t breathe. My legs were aching, somebody stepped on my foot. It was chaotic. I pushed my way out of the pandemonium and left the venue, angry, sad, dizzy, confused. Why did they not bring Colton with them? And how about Phillip Phillips? Wasn’t he the
winner? And geez, where was Hollie Cavanagh? Can’t they have all the ten finalists in one stage? And why were the five present not allowed to sing a few lines? And no photo opportunity? What the hell.
I left, but not before visiting Fully Booked and bumping into local celebrities (Derrick Monasterio and Kristoffer Martin). I didn’t wait for my best friend anymore because I was pissed off and tired. And I wanted to check Colton’s page to answer my questions. Apparently, I was just being stupid. I didn’t think of checking his page first before barging in an event. He was in Glorietta, with the other four finalists who weren’t in Eastwood. The two meet and greet events happened simultaneously. I just had to rant it out and face the shame that waited for me in school. It was really sad and frustrating. The yearning for him was so painful… even though it was overboard. I CANNOT STOP MY FANGIRL EMOTIONS FOR HIM.
On the other hand, if I knew prior to the event that he will be in Glorietta, I wouldn’t have gone anyway. I have no idea where Glorietta is and how to get there. It would have been more agonizing to
know where he really would be and
not do something about it. Oh well, at least I tried. I was just wrong with the information I had. At least I had proven to myself again that I’m really not that claustrophobic, that the Force of Being a Fangirl is stronger than pressing bodies and possibility of a stampede. I just hope that when he releases his debut album next year,
The Messenger, Manila will be part of his promotional concert. That was what I wanted in the first place anyway: Colton Dixon’s solo concert.
Let’s keep the optimism alive, okay?
Out of Topic slash Updates:
- Yes, my friends thought what happened to me was funny. They wouldn’t stop teasing me.
- I haven’t finished The City of Lost Souls (Cassandra Clare) because I’m seriously busy and my brain needs a little draining first.
- I don’t know if I’ll start reading it, but I have a copy of Young Lonigan (James T. Farrell). Maybe I will.
- My body aches. I’m dancing. Dancing – of all things. My memory for dance movements is improving.
- I want to write about FCC again because some things just happened that made me confused all over again, but I’m afraid it would annoy my blog (since I’ve been writing about him for a long time now). I’m still so confused. I want to cry.
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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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