Fangirl Room for the Fangirled
It’s surprising how much has changed since I declared (and acknowledged) that
Sam Concepcion has been sent to my Recycle Bin to dwell at the moment, to be restored until further notice. I didn’t actually delete him; I just erased him for the time being. If I wanted to forget him, I would’ve
shift-deleted – no restoring, no control-z whatsoever. To do that I should have adequate reasons, like maybe he changed his personality and became a lunatic on the run, or maybe he deliberately broke my heart just for kicks. But those are impossible to happen (and he can’t break my heart because he doesn’t even know my
name), so shift-deleting him is out of the question. But for now, I’m trying hard enough to lessen my fangirl love for him. It’s for the better. I still like and admire him; I still think he’s a superb performer with amazing outfits and a great man and all that, but the skyrocketing admiration I used to have for him has now descended and touched ground. I don’t bother with frequently checking his Twitter feeds or catching all his performances on TV. It just wasn’t the same anymore.
But I will always be a Samster, maybe not the hormone-flowing Samster with perfect attendance in all of Sam Concepcion’s gigs, but still a Samster nonetheless.
Since my Fangirl Room for the Fangirled is almost empty and has enough space for some new recruits, I’ve noticed I get easily attracted to different celebrities/famous people these days. When I was a rabid Samster, all my attention was for Sam and Sam alone. I didn’t care about others. For me, the most perfect man to fangirl over was only him. Now that I’ve had a change of perspective, the Fangirl Room for the Fangirled is now wide open. If I see a really attractive guy/girl on TV or somewhere else, I’d crawl to the ends of the world to know his/her bio and/or Twitter account, hence, cyber-stalking. And then I’d let it settle for a few days. If I still find myself attracted to him/her, I’d continue with the stalking and maybe download his/her pictures (or songs, if he/she’s a singer) and become creepy in the best way I can.
Some of the recent new recruits I have are the following (this sounds like I’m ticking off my grocery list, doesn’t it?):
Colton Dixon. Oh, you know, that amazing
American Idol finalist who shares the number one spot in my Best Performers to Join
AI list with Adam Lambert? Oh, yes, that’s Colton. I can’t explain to you the extent of my love for him. Let’s just say even though he’s declared to the world how much he loves his girlfriend, the admiration I have for him is unwavering. His being honest about his love life just added points in my fangirl meter (he admitted about it in front of the Messengers on his fan’s day!). Honest, talented and a Jesus freak – what a perfect role model.
Kristen Stewart. I just adore/love Kristen. I still don’t remember her middle name, but I can say that I’m a Krisbian (meaning “I’d go lesbian for KStew”) nonetheless. I started obsessing over her when I saw
The Runaways, and when I learned she has a knack for grungy-type of fashion (whoever her stylist is, she’s my hero). And the fact that she swears a lot but still be stunning and been in a scandal but has risen again don’t actually hurt. She has some tons of haters all over because of her choices and her (apparently) aloof personality (plus the constant poker face), but she gives zero fucks about it – and that’s why I believe she’s amazing. (See
Speak, though: she was incredible.)
Dave Franco. I had always admired the smart and attractive James Franco, but I had to take our age gap into consideration (what?). It was sad that I had to shift-delete him, but then, halleluiah (!!), James apparently has a younger (equally smart, equally sexy) brother! I’ve been hearing a lot about Dave but didn’t give much attention until I saw
21 Jump Street (which is fantastic, BTW). He’s so darn cool I just had to stalk him. So then I saw
Warm Bodies. Now I’ve heard he’s doing a movie with Zac Efron (who’s also making my ovaries cry)… Franco + Efron = Life Complete.
Phoebe Tonkin. Phoebe has to be the sexiest and most stunning witch-turned-werewolf I’ve seen! I first saw her in – what else? –
The Secret Circle. I didn’t notice her right away because I was paying more attention to the show’s settings, but I started to when I learned that her character’s name is Faye Chamberlain (meaning,
hello, my name’s also Faye). And then out of nowhere, she wore lesser and lesser clothing each episode. I have a bit of a pervert fangirl in me, so I got equally fascinated with both her face
and her body. She’s just so beautiful, isn’t she? When
TSC got cancelled, I was more disappointed in the fact that I wouldn’t see her anymore. Maybe my stars were aligned perfectly, but she got an acting gig in no less than my favorite
The Vampire Diaries (where all the actors/actresses are stunning)! And her character hooked up with Joseph Morgan’s; can it get any better than this?
Jamie Campbell-Bower. To be honest, I don’t find Jamie really that attractive for a guy. I mean, he’s British and all, but if you compare him to other Brits (like Jude Law or Andrew Garfield), he doesn’t stand out. But, you know, his acting skills are just so amazing I feel like he’s the most beautiful Brit ever. I saw him already in several movies before, but only took notice when I learned that he’d be playing Jace Wayland’s character in the movie adaptation of
City of Bones. Since then I collected information about him: he was apparently a Volturri vampire in
Breaking Dawn, the one with the ridiculous hair; he was also Bonnie Wright’s (Ginny Weasley) former fiancé. To be honest (again), I had doubts about his casting as Jace (every fangirl has a dream cast), but when I saw the movie trailer, I realized he’s perfect. Now I’m just so excited to see
COB this August.
Teresa Palmer. I never knew who Teresa was until I saw
I Am Number Four. When she blew up Four’s former house, I was like, “What a bad-ass chick!” Her hotness level ties with Phoebe, which isn’t at all surprising since they’re, like, best friends in real life. Why do all beautiful girls huddle together? What is this, high school with the popular girls? And, what, I’m the nerdy, pimply girl who adores them from the corner? Her speaking voice is also unfairly sexy, like she’s giving you orgasm just by her sexy-talk. Just to be clear, I saw
Warm Bodies because of her also (and okay, Nicholas Hoult), where I realized that she has the capability to make the most gruesome activities look sexy – like shooting smelly, eternally shrugging zombies.
Surely this isn’t the end of my Fangirl Room. Actually, I can make this room bigger. I’m the boss, and I can build a Fangirl Mansion for the Fangirled if I want to. I
will because I
can.
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Fangirl Room for the Fangirled
It’s surprising how much has changed since I declared (and acknowledged) that
Sam Concepcion has been sent to my Recycle Bin to dwell at the moment, to be restored until further notice. I didn’t actually delete him; I just erased him for the time being. If I wanted to forget him, I would’ve
shift-deleted – no restoring, no control-z whatsoever. To do that I should have adequate reasons, like maybe he changed his personality and became a lunatic on the run, or maybe he deliberately broke my heart just for kicks. But those are impossible to happen (and he can’t break my heart because he doesn’t even know my
name), so shift-deleting him is out of the question. But for now, I’m trying hard enough to lessen my fangirl love for him. It’s for the better. I still like and admire him; I still think he’s a superb performer with amazing outfits and a great man and all that, but the skyrocketing admiration I used to have for him has now descended and touched ground. I don’t bother with frequently checking his Twitter feeds or catching all his performances on TV. It just wasn’t the same anymore.
But I will always be a Samster, maybe not the hormone-flowing Samster with perfect attendance in all of Sam Concepcion’s gigs, but still a Samster nonetheless.
Since my Fangirl Room for the Fangirled is almost empty and has enough space for some new recruits, I’ve noticed I get easily attracted to different celebrities/famous people these days. When I was a rabid Samster, all my attention was for Sam and Sam alone. I didn’t care about others. For me, the most perfect man to fangirl over was only him. Now that I’ve had a change of perspective, the Fangirl Room for the Fangirled is now wide open. If I see a really attractive guy/girl on TV or somewhere else, I’d crawl to the ends of the world to know his/her bio and/or Twitter account, hence, cyber-stalking. And then I’d let it settle for a few days. If I still find myself attracted to him/her, I’d continue with the stalking and maybe download his/her pictures (or songs, if he/she’s a singer) and become creepy in the best way I can.
Some of the recent new recruits I have are the following (this sounds like I’m ticking off my grocery list, doesn’t it?):
Colton Dixon. Oh, you know, that amazing
American Idol finalist who shares the number one spot in my Best Performers to Join
AI list with Adam Lambert? Oh, yes, that’s Colton. I can’t explain to you the extent of my love for him. Let’s just say even though he’s declared to the world how much he loves his girlfriend, the admiration I have for him is unwavering. His being honest about his love life just added points in my fangirl meter (he admitted about it in front of the Messengers on his fan’s day!). Honest, talented and a Jesus freak – what a perfect role model.
Kristen Stewart. I just adore/love Kristen. I still don’t remember her middle name, but I can say that I’m a Krisbian (meaning “I’d go lesbian for KStew”) nonetheless. I started obsessing over her when I saw
The Runaways, and when I learned she has a knack for grungy-type of fashion (whoever her stylist is, she’s my hero). And the fact that she swears a lot but still be stunning and been in a scandal but has risen again don’t actually hurt. She has some tons of haters all over because of her choices and her (apparently) aloof personality (plus the constant poker face), but she gives zero fucks about it – and that’s why I believe she’s amazing. (See
Speak, though: she was incredible.)
Dave Franco. I had always admired the smart and attractive James Franco, but I had to take our age gap into consideration (what?). It was sad that I had to shift-delete him, but then, halleluiah (!!), James apparently has a younger (equally smart, equally sexy) brother! I’ve been hearing a lot about Dave but didn’t give much attention until I saw
21 Jump Street (which is fantastic, BTW). He’s so darn cool I just had to stalk him. So then I saw
Warm Bodies. Now I’ve heard he’s doing a movie with Zac Efron (who’s also making my ovaries cry)… Franco + Efron = Life Complete.
Phoebe Tonkin. Phoebe has to be the sexiest and most stunning witch-turned-werewolf I’ve seen! I first saw her in – what else? –
The Secret Circle. I didn’t notice her right away because I was paying more attention to the show’s settings, but I started to when I learned that her character’s name is Faye Chamberlain (meaning,
hello, my name’s also Faye). And then out of nowhere, she wore lesser and lesser clothing each episode. I have a bit of a pervert fangirl in me, so I got equally fascinated with both her face
and her body. She’s just so beautiful, isn’t she? When
TSC got cancelled, I was more disappointed in the fact that I wouldn’t see her anymore. Maybe my stars were aligned perfectly, but she got an acting gig in no less than my favorite
The Vampire Diaries (where all the actors/actresses are stunning)! And her character hooked up with Joseph Morgan’s; can it get any better than this?
Jamie Campbell-Bower. To be honest, I don’t find Jamie really that attractive for a guy. I mean, he’s British and all, but if you compare him to other Brits (like Jude Law or Andrew Garfield), he doesn’t stand out. But, you know, his acting skills are just so amazing I feel like he’s the most beautiful Brit ever. I saw him already in several movies before, but only took notice when I learned that he’d be playing Jace Wayland’s character in the movie adaptation of
City of Bones. Since then I collected information about him: he was apparently a Volturri vampire in
Breaking Dawn, the one with the ridiculous hair; he was also Bonnie Wright’s (Ginny Weasley) former fiancé. To be honest (again), I had doubts about his casting as Jace (every fangirl has a dream cast), but when I saw the movie trailer, I realized he’s perfect. Now I’m just so excited to see
COB this August.
Teresa Palmer. I never knew who Teresa was until I saw
I Am Number Four. When she blew up Four’s former house, I was like, “What a bad-ass chick!” Her hotness level ties with Phoebe, which isn’t at all surprising since they’re, like, best friends in real life. Why do all beautiful girls huddle together? What is this, high school with the popular girls? And, what, I’m the nerdy, pimply girl who adores them from the corner? Her speaking voice is also unfairly sexy, like she’s giving you orgasm just by her sexy-talk. Just to be clear, I saw
Warm Bodies because of her also (and okay, Nicholas Hoult), where I realized that she has the capability to make the most gruesome activities look sexy – like shooting smelly, eternally shrugging zombies.
Surely this isn’t the end of my Fangirl Room. Actually, I can make this room bigger. I’m the boss, and I can build a Fangirl Mansion for the Fangirled if I want to. I
will because I
can.
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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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