January: In A Nutshell
This is my first nutshell for 2013. (Insert something here that says, “Congratulations! More nutshells to come!”)
January as a whole wasn’t my favorite month. I know, I know, I should be all excited and optimistic and fake a happy smile since it’s the kick off of the new year, but Jesus heavens, I wouldn’t survive in the modeling world – I can’t fake it till I make it (and hello, my
body!). There were awesome moments, yes: a lot of laughing and old movies and a sweet
blog post from my best friend, but most of the time, January just gave me stress, fatigue, and more stress. This will probably continue until February or until we finish this production. But anyway, it’s a new nutshell and another 31 days spent and lived, so shall I say, “Let’s be happy and drown ourselves in butterbeers”? (Confession: I’ve been mentioning butterbeers a lot lately, but the truth is I haven’t really taken and don’t know where to get one. So it’s sad. My best friend and I are planning on making one during summer break anyway, so screw sadness.)
(Note: if you’re confused as to where my December Nutshell had scampered away, no, it didn’t elope with someone. It would never since it’s non-existing. I didn’t make one, instead I made
2012: In A Nutshell.)
JANUARY ARCHIVES
Atypical Holidays
Friday, January 04, 2013
Atypical Holidays basically tells you, my dear readers, how I spent my Holidays. It wasn’t majestic (I spent it with Paulo Coelho but it still wasn’t majestic), and pieces of my ever-changing, ever-odd puzzle went missing (maybe they shuffled away when they saw the amount of cholesterol I was guiltlessly consuming), so don’t read it anymore if you want to keep your happy disposition; continue if you’re a masochistic bitch. Thank you. (PS: Great Crush texted me on the 24th, so it wasn’t so bad. I’m. So. Shallow. But it gave me all the feels.)
Two Cents 2.0
Friday, January 11, 2013
I made another
Two Cents! I made a sequel too early! I loved making it, honestly, because I got to be real and sarcastic and opinionated and the nation probably hates me right now! Yehey! I’m pro-RH and against the banning of Justin Bieber in our country! I believe the RH Law is
pro-choice and not
anti-life, and that Bieber shouldn’t be scrutinized for utilizing his freedom of tweeting and he’s not killing anyone or stealing your candies so what’s all the fuss about! I’m giving you a helpful advice right now: let’s move on and clean our own shits before we poke on other’s and just enjoy Madam Rosemetta’s (Rosemertta? Rosmertta?) butterbeers! You can thank me later!
Twenty One and Five
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Here is the list of five things I discovered about myself in twenty one days (I make such good post titles!). It basically revolves around the crazy production mentioned earlier, zombies, zombie jokes, corns, stress, my inability to trust, the Art of Being Lame, pessimism and a fish. And a man named Gus. And my life dancing amongst these lines: “I’m so busy I don’t even have time to shave and/or pick my nose” and “I’m so broke I’m leaking – look, the whole place is fucking flooded.”
6th discovery: I am awesome.
All Purpose Cream
Thursday, January 24, 2013
One way to prevent this blog from being an old barren is to rewrite, edit and publish old essays I did for school. And so I did.
All Purpose Cream was originally entitled
My Life Plan. It was a paper for my Literature class a year ago, and it received a grade of 95. It was a decent essay, hence it found itself here. I needed to change the title, though – it’s too cheesy (massive snorting). Another, this wasn’t the original, word per word essay I submitted to my professor (who, by the way, took the liberty to read it aloud in class) – if I posted it without editing it wouldn’t contain antics and hardcore cusses and my blog would probably throw it up on my face, hard and whole. Cheesy: “I still have more days and roads to take ahead of me; more roadblocks and rocky patches to pass through; more highways to pay my toll fee to; more people and pilgrims and inspirations to meet and learn from; and more stories and morals to collect and share. But for now, I’ll enjoy this ride and fill the fuel tank up with the dime I have. Mr. Purpose is truly scary since his last name is apparently Responsibility, but life is like a movie: it is a blockbuster flop without some thrill, cliffs and climaxes.”
HALLELUIAH CATHARTIC
“I have Jack and shit and Jack left town.” ©
It’s Kind of a Funny Story, Ned Vizzini (I know this doesn’t make sense and isn’t cathartic in any way, but I just find this so funny. It’s such a
powerful mantra. Ha!)
LOONY DRAGONSLAYER
If you’re wondering whether I’ll add another 50-100 reads to my list and successfully ram my brain, no, I’m not pressuring myself to be the Wonder Reader this year. My goal is to at least have 20 reads (and 10 of them should be from the YA shelf). I just realized that I’ve been missing a lot lately and that I need to discover other things besides new characters and another dimensions and wonderful dystopias, so I’m lying low on my reading right now.
But I can’t. I can’t. I CAN’T. I’m a lost cause.
December reads (just to update you):
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (amazing, amazing, and amazing);
Veronika Decides to Die and
The Winner Stands Alone, both by Paulo Coelho (Paulo freakin’ Coelho is freakin’ incredible);
Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas by James Patterson (heartbreaking);
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson (simple yet moving – and KStew on the movie) and
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion (movie!!!).
January reads:
The Maze Runner by James Dashner (I loved everything, until the Grievers strutted their stuff);
Zombiecorns and
The War for Banks Island, both by John Green (zombie jokes);
The Other Side of Haight by James Fadiman (the hippies and their extravagance); and
It’s Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini (it
is a funny story, and also touching).
FAVORITE PHOTO/GIF ©
Let me introduce my new dorky crush: Skylar Astin. He is popularly known as Jessie Swanson of The Treblemakers, from the movie
Pitch Perfect, which I adore. I’ve seen it three times and this particular
scene never fails to crack me up. It amuses me so much I always had to rewind and replay to this audition moment. And Skylar has amazing vocal chops and a nice, sweet face, so it’s fine, I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt.
EARGASM
- With Ur Love – Cher Lloyd and Mike Posner (I listen to Cher Lloyd because I like her fashion sense. What.)
- Bittersweet – Ellie Goulding
- Holes Inside – Joe Brooks (‘Cause sometimes, fate and your dreams will collide.)
- Square One – Parachute
- What I Know – Parachute (I literally had fished every Parachute song there is.)
- Drunk – Ed Sheeran
- And some Paramore songs from Brand New Eyes
AND CONFETTI
Other than attending the first Media Specialists Association of the Philippines’ Media Congress and the fact that it’s 2013, I should probably celebrate the release of my darling baby
Colton Dixon’s debut album,
“Colton Dixon: A Messenger”. Colton is coming back this February for a Valentine concert with Jessica Sanchez, and it’s so weird that, of all people, they chose him as the special guest. But I came into a conclusion that maybe he accepted this gig so he could also promote his album. AND I’M JUST SO PROUD OF HIM AND HE’S AMAZING AND I’VE ALWAYS BELIEVED HIS STAR WOULDN’T CEASE TO SHINE EVEN ON A BAD, STORMY NIGHT AND I’M CHEESY AND I LOVE HIM SO. I’m still hoping, though, that he’ll have his own solo concert someday. I want a full-on Colton Dixon concert experience. But anyway, congratulations my darling! xoxo
FEBRUARY ACTIVITY LIST
- Warm Bodies with Zandro!!!
- Colton Dixon gracing the Philippines with his allure
- Paramore concert which I won’t be seeing
- RCS Literary Musical
- PalaRotary
Words of wisdom from amazing authors (a extension to Halleluiah Cathartic – because there’s no other way I could properly close this nutshell): “A lot of us are turned on to God, but not too many are finding him in the churches.” ©
The Other Side of Haight, James Fadiman
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January: In A Nutshell
This is my first nutshell for 2013. (Insert something here that says, “Congratulations! More nutshells to come!”)
January as a whole wasn’t my favorite month. I know, I know, I should be all excited and optimistic and fake a happy smile since it’s the kick off of the new year, but Jesus heavens, I wouldn’t survive in the modeling world – I can’t fake it till I make it (and hello, my
body!). There were awesome moments, yes: a lot of laughing and old movies and a sweet
blog post from my best friend, but most of the time, January just gave me stress, fatigue, and more stress. This will probably continue until February or until we finish this production. But anyway, it’s a new nutshell and another 31 days spent and lived, so shall I say, “Let’s be happy and drown ourselves in butterbeers”? (Confession: I’ve been mentioning butterbeers a lot lately, but the truth is I haven’t really taken and don’t know where to get one. So it’s sad. My best friend and I are planning on making one during summer break anyway, so screw sadness.)
(Note: if you’re confused as to where my December Nutshell had scampered away, no, it didn’t elope with someone. It would never since it’s non-existing. I didn’t make one, instead I made
2012: In A Nutshell.)
JANUARY ARCHIVES
Atypical Holidays
Friday, January 04, 2013
Atypical Holidays basically tells you, my dear readers, how I spent my Holidays. It wasn’t majestic (I spent it with Paulo Coelho but it still wasn’t majestic), and pieces of my ever-changing, ever-odd puzzle went missing (maybe they shuffled away when they saw the amount of cholesterol I was guiltlessly consuming), so don’t read it anymore if you want to keep your happy disposition; continue if you’re a masochistic bitch. Thank you. (PS: Great Crush texted me on the 24th, so it wasn’t so bad. I’m. So. Shallow. But it gave me all the feels.)
Two Cents 2.0
Friday, January 11, 2013
I made another
Two Cents! I made a sequel too early! I loved making it, honestly, because I got to be real and sarcastic and opinionated and the nation probably hates me right now! Yehey! I’m pro-RH and against the banning of Justin Bieber in our country! I believe the RH Law is
pro-choice and not
anti-life, and that Bieber shouldn’t be scrutinized for utilizing his freedom of tweeting and he’s not killing anyone or stealing your candies so what’s all the fuss about! I’m giving you a helpful advice right now: let’s move on and clean our own shits before we poke on other’s and just enjoy Madam Rosemetta’s (Rosemertta? Rosmertta?) butterbeers! You can thank me later!
Twenty One and Five
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Here is the list of five things I discovered about myself in twenty one days (I make such good post titles!). It basically revolves around the crazy production mentioned earlier, zombies, zombie jokes, corns, stress, my inability to trust, the Art of Being Lame, pessimism and a fish. And a man named Gus. And my life dancing amongst these lines: “I’m so busy I don’t even have time to shave and/or pick my nose” and “I’m so broke I’m leaking – look, the whole place is fucking flooded.”
6th discovery: I am awesome.
All Purpose Cream
Thursday, January 24, 2013
One way to prevent this blog from being an old barren is to rewrite, edit and publish old essays I did for school. And so I did.
All Purpose Cream was originally entitled
My Life Plan. It was a paper for my Literature class a year ago, and it received a grade of 95. It was a decent essay, hence it found itself here. I needed to change the title, though – it’s too cheesy (massive snorting). Another, this wasn’t the original, word per word essay I submitted to my professor (who, by the way, took the liberty to read it aloud in class) – if I posted it without editing it wouldn’t contain antics and hardcore cusses and my blog would probably throw it up on my face, hard and whole. Cheesy: “I still have more days and roads to take ahead of me; more roadblocks and rocky patches to pass through; more highways to pay my toll fee to; more people and pilgrims and inspirations to meet and learn from; and more stories and morals to collect and share. But for now, I’ll enjoy this ride and fill the fuel tank up with the dime I have. Mr. Purpose is truly scary since his last name is apparently Responsibility, but life is like a movie: it is a blockbuster flop without some thrill, cliffs and climaxes.”
HALLELUIAH CATHARTIC
“I have Jack and shit and Jack left town.” ©
It’s Kind of a Funny Story, Ned Vizzini (I know this doesn’t make sense and isn’t cathartic in any way, but I just find this so funny. It’s such a
powerful mantra. Ha!)
LOONY DRAGONSLAYER
If you’re wondering whether I’ll add another 50-100 reads to my list and successfully ram my brain, no, I’m not pressuring myself to be the Wonder Reader this year. My goal is to at least have 20 reads (and 10 of them should be from the YA shelf). I just realized that I’ve been missing a lot lately and that I need to discover other things besides new characters and another dimensions and wonderful dystopias, so I’m lying low on my reading right now.
But I can’t. I can’t. I CAN’T. I’m a lost cause.
December reads (just to update you):
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (amazing, amazing, and amazing);
Veronika Decides to Die and
The Winner Stands Alone, both by Paulo Coelho (Paulo freakin’ Coelho is freakin’ incredible);
Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas by James Patterson (heartbreaking);
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson (simple yet moving – and KStew on the movie) and
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion (movie!!!).
January reads:
The Maze Runner by James Dashner (I loved everything, until the Grievers strutted their stuff);
Zombiecorns and
The War for Banks Island, both by John Green (zombie jokes);
The Other Side of Haight by James Fadiman (the hippies and their extravagance); and
It’s Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini (it
is a funny story, and also touching).
FAVORITE PHOTO/GIF ©
Let me introduce my new dorky crush: Skylar Astin. He is popularly known as Jessie Swanson of The Treblemakers, from the movie
Pitch Perfect, which I adore. I’ve seen it three times and this particular
scene never fails to crack me up. It amuses me so much I always had to rewind and replay to this audition moment. And Skylar has amazing vocal chops and a nice, sweet face, so it’s fine, I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt.
EARGASM
- With Ur Love – Cher Lloyd and Mike Posner (I listen to Cher Lloyd because I like her fashion sense. What.)
- Bittersweet – Ellie Goulding
- Holes Inside – Joe Brooks (‘Cause sometimes, fate and your dreams will collide.)
- Square One – Parachute
- What I Know – Parachute (I literally had fished every Parachute song there is.)
- Drunk – Ed Sheeran
- And some Paramore songs from Brand New Eyes
AND CONFETTI
Other than attending the first Media Specialists Association of the Philippines’ Media Congress and the fact that it’s 2013, I should probably celebrate the release of my darling baby
Colton Dixon’s debut album,
“Colton Dixon: A Messenger”. Colton is coming back this February for a Valentine concert with Jessica Sanchez, and it’s so weird that, of all people, they chose him as the special guest. But I came into a conclusion that maybe he accepted this gig so he could also promote his album. AND I’M JUST SO PROUD OF HIM AND HE’S AMAZING AND I’VE ALWAYS BELIEVED HIS STAR WOULDN’T CEASE TO SHINE EVEN ON A BAD, STORMY NIGHT AND I’M CHEESY AND I LOVE HIM SO. I’m still hoping, though, that he’ll have his own solo concert someday. I want a full-on Colton Dixon concert experience. But anyway, congratulations my darling! xoxo
FEBRUARY ACTIVITY LIST
- Warm Bodies with Zandro!!!
- Colton Dixon gracing the Philippines with his allure
- Paramore concert which I won’t be seeing
- RCS Literary Musical
- PalaRotary
Words of wisdom from amazing authors (a extension to Halleluiah Cathartic – because there’s no other way I could properly close this nutshell): “A lot of us are turned on to God, but not too many are finding him in the churches.” ©
The Other Side of Haight, James Fadiman
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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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