2012: In A Nutshell
2012 is coming to an end, and instead of doing a nutshell for December, I’ll make one for the whole year. I do this every year, though, but this year will be different. For the last few years I enumerated good things that had happened to me, using the numbering system with my barely incomprehensible and totally uncreative side remarks (e.g. “It was awesome!” or “OMG, I can’t believe it happened!”). I’ve ventured into writing
creatively as much as possible, and although my posts still wouldn’t pass in the Most Creative Blog Post Ever category, I can say that at least my writing is improving compared to the shits I did a few years back. Anyway, instead of using the numbering system (as what I’ve been trying to tell you about), I will just pick a few Amazing Moments of 2012 and try to elaborate about them – the cause and effect, the glory it made me feel, and what’s next for them. (I might also include the shitty ones, though.)
Legally Blonde: The Musical. So in my new college they have this annual Literary Musical contest, and according to history and school records, the Institute of Liberal Arts has been winning the title for the past years. Yes, we suck at sports, but give us a performing stage and will be MVP. I got to play Paulette’s part in the musical – I haven’t seen the movie or the play but I liked her personality from the moment I read “Honey, you’re in the supply closet!” We worked hard and rehearsed harder for the contest… which never happened. First it was
postponed, next it was
cancelled. It was a bit disappointing, yes, but when I think about it, we really lacked preparation and needed more time. And hello, it’s a 25-minute performance and we barely perfected the first half. It was bittersweet, but the moments we shared during rehearsals were only sweet,
not bitter. (And thanks to
Legally Blonde, people realized wasn’t the nerdy, dour person they thought I was. Apparently, I’m overflowing with crazy candies. Meh.)
The downfall of 2.0. I know it may seem conceited, but this was the first time I got a grade of 2.0 in my college history (and I got two of it!). It’s only been my second year, but I don’t know, I guess seeing the curvy number made my heart ache; I’d rather stick with the shining vertical, thank you.
Live 5. I’m not such a fan of concerts and pressing, sweaty bodies, but I had to endure all these to see five bands in one concert. What the fuck,
anything for my fangirl needs. I saw Forever the Sickest Kids, A+ Dropouts, A Rocket to the Moon, The Ready Set (in which Jordan is hot) and The Summer Set (which makes me cry just thinking about them), with an awkwardly-composed party I never thought I’d see a concert with. (TSS, come back! With freakin’ Parachute!)
Summer. It was lame. I didn’t go swimming or tanning or frying myself; I became a lifeless, Internet-bound movie buff I never imagined I’d be until it happened. I basically spent my free days hunting for free movie hosting sites and waiting for Michael Cera’s,
Narnia and
Halloweentown movies to buffer. I didn’t read all throughout the summer, but it was worth it. It gave me headaches, but it was worth it. Whatever.
My journey to fame. Not true, but almost there. It happened on my birthday: just when I turned 19, I was immortalized in a broadsheet which will never be reproduced, but still, as long as I keep my copy, I’m immortal as a goddess can be. My article got published and I was so excited and I didn’t tell Mom right away and my Facebook Timeline was swarming with both congratulatory and birthday messages and my father was acting weird and it was a bit
embarrassing and I’ve never been so vain. After a few months, my school knew about it and they had a copy scanned and printed in the library and thank God they didn’t post it or else I’d burn it down. (I’m a good person.)
Worst day ever. A day without
Colton Dixon is my standard for a worst day. I thought I’d get to see him, but apparently I’m
stupid as fuck. It was frustrating; my brother found it amusing; my friends thought I was trying to be funny. Anyway, Colton is coming back for a
Valentine concert with
Jessica Sanchez, and I’m not sure if I’d see it but I hope I will and WE’LL GET MARRIED ALBEIT HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND. (P.S.: Congratulations in advance, Colton, for the release of your album! Take that, non-believers.)
Yearning for my boys. The list of my boys is getting longer and longer, and I’m becoming lonelier and lonelier. I miss
Sam Concepcion (it’s been fifteen centuries since the last time I saw him); I
literally missed Colton;
Paul Wesley is a continent and a million kilometers away;
Cole Sprouse is acting weird lately; Robert Pattinson is probably making love with Kristen Stewart right now; my perfect men are all living inside books; and my Great Crush is giving me depressing feels (not to mention an epic fail moment last April). (Bull.)
Movies and friends. I saw four movies with my friends this year:
The Hunger Games,
The Perks of Being a Wallflower and
Breaking Dawn II (with
Zandro,
Kath and
EJ);
I Do Bidoo Bidoo (with Meanne and
Khaye). The shits me and the former company had been through this year were full-on super shitty, but as always, we forgot about it. It will forever haunt us, but we like horror movies, we can tolerate haunts.
President’s List. I made it to President’s List with my 1.13 GPA for the first semester! It’s not official yet since we haven’t done the awarding ceremony, but I’m already enjoying my scholarship (even though my hormone isn’t) and everyone thinks I’m smart (and I’m snorting nonstop) and I don’t want them to think that way (not because of the pressure, but because I always do the hard things in a group work – fuck).
Books, books and did I mention books? I reached my 100 reads! I became friends and enemies with people and aliens and immortals we don’t usually meet in grocery stores; I had crashed in to different homes and cities and universe without rent pay; my bookworm alter ego had been born and baptized:
Loony Dragonslayer (because I have fervor for Luna Lovegood and Nephilim family names); and my social life is officially non-existent. So far I now have 104, and I’m so elated, and I promised to God that I’d study like a genius already after I accomplish this but hitherto I haven’t been acting all Einstein. I’m sorry, but I cannot
not read. I need it like how much I need oxygen and
The Vampire Diaries.
ILA Week. Read more
here.
I’m really scared of 2013 since it’s an odd number (experience told me to be friends with even-numbered years), but what the hell. At least it’s 2013 and the world didn’t end in contrast with how the Mayan Calendar and “Gangnam Style” pointed out.
Parting words from
Isaac Marion: “It’s a shitty world and shit happens, but we don’t have to bathe in shit.” Besides, shit doesn’t make a good perfume.
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2012: In A Nutshell
2012 is coming to an end, and instead of doing a nutshell for December, I’ll make one for the whole year. I do this every year, though, but this year will be different. For the last few years I enumerated good things that had happened to me, using the numbering system with my barely incomprehensible and totally uncreative side remarks (e.g. “It was awesome!” or “OMG, I can’t believe it happened!”). I’ve ventured into writing
creatively as much as possible, and although my posts still wouldn’t pass in the Most Creative Blog Post Ever category, I can say that at least my writing is improving compared to the shits I did a few years back. Anyway, instead of using the numbering system (as what I’ve been trying to tell you about), I will just pick a few Amazing Moments of 2012 and try to elaborate about them – the cause and effect, the glory it made me feel, and what’s next for them. (I might also include the shitty ones, though.)
Legally Blonde: The Musical. So in my new college they have this annual Literary Musical contest, and according to history and school records, the Institute of Liberal Arts has been winning the title for the past years. Yes, we suck at sports, but give us a performing stage and will be MVP. I got to play Paulette’s part in the musical – I haven’t seen the movie or the play but I liked her personality from the moment I read “Honey, you’re in the supply closet!” We worked hard and rehearsed harder for the contest… which never happened. First it was
postponed, next it was
cancelled. It was a bit disappointing, yes, but when I think about it, we really lacked preparation and needed more time. And hello, it’s a 25-minute performance and we barely perfected the first half. It was bittersweet, but the moments we shared during rehearsals were only sweet,
not bitter. (And thanks to
Legally Blonde, people realized wasn’t the nerdy, dour person they thought I was. Apparently, I’m overflowing with crazy candies. Meh.)
The downfall of 2.0. I know it may seem conceited, but this was the first time I got a grade of 2.0 in my college history (and I got two of it!). It’s only been my second year, but I don’t know, I guess seeing the curvy number made my heart ache; I’d rather stick with the shining vertical, thank you.
Live 5. I’m not such a fan of concerts and pressing, sweaty bodies, but I had to endure all these to see five bands in one concert. What the fuck,
anything for my fangirl needs. I saw Forever the Sickest Kids, A+ Dropouts, A Rocket to the Moon, The Ready Set (in which Jordan is hot) and The Summer Set (which makes me cry just thinking about them), with an awkwardly-composed party I never thought I’d see a concert with. (TSS, come back! With freakin’ Parachute!)
Summer. It was lame. I didn’t go swimming or tanning or frying myself; I became a lifeless, Internet-bound movie buff I never imagined I’d be until it happened. I basically spent my free days hunting for free movie hosting sites and waiting for Michael Cera’s,
Narnia and
Halloweentown movies to buffer. I didn’t read all throughout the summer, but it was worth it. It gave me headaches, but it was worth it. Whatever.
My journey to fame. Not true, but almost there. It happened on my birthday: just when I turned 19, I was immortalized in a broadsheet which will never be reproduced, but still, as long as I keep my copy, I’m immortal as a goddess can be. My article got published and I was so excited and I didn’t tell Mom right away and my Facebook Timeline was swarming with both congratulatory and birthday messages and my father was acting weird and it was a bit
embarrassing and I’ve never been so vain. After a few months, my school knew about it and they had a copy scanned and printed in the library and thank God they didn’t post it or else I’d burn it down. (I’m a good person.)
Worst day ever. A day without
Colton Dixon is my standard for a worst day. I thought I’d get to see him, but apparently I’m
stupid as fuck. It was frustrating; my brother found it amusing; my friends thought I was trying to be funny. Anyway, Colton is coming back for a
Valentine concert with
Jessica Sanchez, and I’m not sure if I’d see it but I hope I will and WE’LL GET MARRIED ALBEIT HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND. (P.S.: Congratulations in advance, Colton, for the release of your album! Take that, non-believers.)
Yearning for my boys. The list of my boys is getting longer and longer, and I’m becoming lonelier and lonelier. I miss
Sam Concepcion (it’s been fifteen centuries since the last time I saw him); I
literally missed Colton;
Paul Wesley is a continent and a million kilometers away;
Cole Sprouse is acting weird lately; Robert Pattinson is probably making love with Kristen Stewart right now; my perfect men are all living inside books; and my Great Crush is giving me depressing feels (not to mention an epic fail moment last April). (Bull.)
Movies and friends. I saw four movies with my friends this year:
The Hunger Games,
The Perks of Being a Wallflower and
Breaking Dawn II (with
Zandro,
Kath and
EJ);
I Do Bidoo Bidoo (with Meanne and
Khaye). The shits me and the former company had been through this year were full-on super shitty, but as always, we forgot about it. It will forever haunt us, but we like horror movies, we can tolerate haunts.
President’s List. I made it to President’s List with my 1.13 GPA for the first semester! It’s not official yet since we haven’t done the awarding ceremony, but I’m already enjoying my scholarship (even though my hormone isn’t) and everyone thinks I’m smart (and I’m snorting nonstop) and I don’t want them to think that way (not because of the pressure, but because I always do the hard things in a group work – fuck).
Books, books and did I mention books? I reached my 100 reads! I became friends and enemies with people and aliens and immortals we don’t usually meet in grocery stores; I had crashed in to different homes and cities and universe without rent pay; my bookworm alter ego had been born and baptized:
Loony Dragonslayer (because I have fervor for Luna Lovegood and Nephilim family names); and my social life is officially non-existent. So far I now have 104, and I’m so elated, and I promised to God that I’d study like a genius already after I accomplish this but hitherto I haven’t been acting all Einstein. I’m sorry, but I cannot
not read. I need it like how much I need oxygen and
The Vampire Diaries.
ILA Week. Read more
here.
I’m really scared of 2013 since it’s an odd number (experience told me to be friends with even-numbered years), but what the hell. At least it’s 2013 and the world didn’t end in contrast with how the Mayan Calendar and “Gangnam Style” pointed out.
Parting words from
Isaac Marion: “It’s a shitty world and shit happens, but we don’t have to bathe in shit.” Besides, shit doesn’t make a good perfume.
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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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