May: In A Nutshell
May has to be the better month of my summer. It wasn’t grand and crazy-fist pumping kind of summer that young people in movies seem to have, but at least once a week, I did something amazing. I got involved (in positive ways) in the midterm elections, the church and – guess what? – epic art projects. My mind and hands were reasonably busy, but as usual, a part of me still wanders to a place where my emotions aren’t barred in (if I could, I’d talk about it next month). Basically, I was half-sane and half-insane because of the thoughts swarming in my brain. But then again, at least it isn’t
rusty anymore.
And the none-rustiness of my brain led me to this: May Nutshell! (What a cue.)
MAY ARCHIVES
Side A, Side B
Even though nobody asked me to, I wrote my take (and experiences) about the goddamn cliché about love and its apparent “romantic evolution”. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”. Does it? It’s a truly confusing thing, but love is nothing but crazy and odd. Romantically speaking, it says that when you like someone, his/her absence will make this affection grow, that, apparently, missing him/her will prove how much dedicated you are. But what if the absence of the person you adore makes you
sad instead of making your “heart grow fonder”? What if because of this hollowed feeling drives you to seek other’s companionship? So let my Side A, Side B Experience testify – and drive you into an epic puzzlement.
Fangirl Room for the Fangirled
Since I had officially avowed that my world famous fangirl love for Sam Concepcion had seen its better days, the locked up Fangirl Room for the Fangirled has found its keys! Now that it’s wide open (although it has a filter of its own), I have a number of recruits to introduce – like I’m ticking off my freakin’ grocery list. Find out who they are with this post! (The last line is such a shit.)
Photo Blog: PPCRV
For the midterm elections, I had signed myself to be a volunteer of the Parish Pastoral Council for Responsible Voting. The two days of assistance to voters were tiring, but the thought of somehow making small steps to instigate change was enough to keep us all going.
HALLELUIAH CATHARTIC
“Just because your life doesn’t automatically work out the way you want it doesn’t mean you get to give up and expect the rest of the world to work around you. You have to play within the system to win.” ©
The Ghost and the Goth (Stacey Kade)
LOONY DRAGONSLAYER
May reads:
Paper Valentine (Brenna Yovanoff) – 3/5 stars, I loved the suspense factors;
Unwind (Neal Shusterman) – 4/5 stars, equally amazing and gruesome;
The Ghost and the Goth,
Queen of the Dead, and
Body and Soul (Stacey Kade) – 3/5 stars, crappy titles with crappier book covers but have nice stories;
The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight (Jennifer E. Smith) – 2/5 stars, annoying female protagonist.
Current read:
Lord of the Flies (William Golding)
EARGASM
FAVORITE PHOTO/GIF
I haven’t been to Tumblr since March and so Favorite GIF isn’t possible. Instead, my favorite photo for May is this: a collection of kids’ photos I took outside our church. For some time, my usual subjects are plants and art materials, but this fateful day (05 May) led me to taking stolen shots of these children. I’m not that good of a photographer (even adding “photographer” in my bio is too
horrid of an idea), but I can always practice. (P.S.: I’m also very fond of lights at night, especially the colored ones. I go nuts over them.)
AND CONFETTI
Me and my second semester grades helped me in acquiring yet another 100% scholarship grant for this year’s first semester! I’m so glad I finished with enough grades to maintain my membership in the school’s Honor’s Society. But that’s not the only thing that’s keeping my endorphins’ torrent: I actually earned 1.25 in two of my major subjects! Although I could’ve done better (I earned 1.0 on the third I took), I’m just so darn relieved that my professor didn’t give me anything lower. Note: she’s one of the professors who gave me one of my first 2.0 (I have two of them so far), so you could only imagine my elation. Thank God.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m so
excited for the school year to start. I’m now the Liberal Arts Society’s appointed President, and I know it’ll be tough for me and for all of my other co-officers, but all these plans in my head is killing me. I’m excited to lead, learn, fail, succeed and raise the flag of our Society. The semester will open on June 5th and I can’t wait – although some more sleep wouldn’t hurt.
Till next month’s Nutshell!
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May: In A Nutshell
May has to be the better month of my summer. It wasn’t grand and crazy-fist pumping kind of summer that young people in movies seem to have, but at least once a week, I did something amazing. I got involved (in positive ways) in the midterm elections, the church and – guess what? – epic art projects. My mind and hands were reasonably busy, but as usual, a part of me still wanders to a place where my emotions aren’t barred in (if I could, I’d talk about it next month). Basically, I was half-sane and half-insane because of the thoughts swarming in my brain. But then again, at least it isn’t
rusty anymore.
And the none-rustiness of my brain led me to this: May Nutshell! (What a cue.)
MAY ARCHIVES
Side A, Side B
Even though nobody asked me to, I wrote my take (and experiences) about the goddamn cliché about love and its apparent “romantic evolution”. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”. Does it? It’s a truly confusing thing, but love is nothing but crazy and odd. Romantically speaking, it says that when you like someone, his/her absence will make this affection grow, that, apparently, missing him/her will prove how much dedicated you are. But what if the absence of the person you adore makes you
sad instead of making your “heart grow fonder”? What if because of this hollowed feeling drives you to seek other’s companionship? So let my Side A, Side B Experience testify – and drive you into an epic puzzlement.
Fangirl Room for the Fangirled
Since I had officially avowed that my world famous fangirl love for Sam Concepcion had seen its better days, the locked up Fangirl Room for the Fangirled has found its keys! Now that it’s wide open (although it has a filter of its own), I have a number of recruits to introduce – like I’m ticking off my freakin’ grocery list. Find out who they are with this post! (The last line is such a shit.)
Photo Blog: PPCRV
For the midterm elections, I had signed myself to be a volunteer of the Parish Pastoral Council for Responsible Voting. The two days of assistance to voters were tiring, but the thought of somehow making small steps to instigate change was enough to keep us all going.
HALLELUIAH CATHARTIC
“Just because your life doesn’t automatically work out the way you want it doesn’t mean you get to give up and expect the rest of the world to work around you. You have to play within the system to win.” ©
The Ghost and the Goth (Stacey Kade)
LOONY DRAGONSLAYER
May reads:
Paper Valentine (Brenna Yovanoff) – 3/5 stars, I loved the suspense factors;
Unwind (Neal Shusterman) – 4/5 stars, equally amazing and gruesome;
The Ghost and the Goth,
Queen of the Dead, and
Body and Soul (Stacey Kade) – 3/5 stars, crappy titles with crappier book covers but have nice stories;
The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight (Jennifer E. Smith) – 2/5 stars, annoying female protagonist.
Current read:
Lord of the Flies (William Golding)
EARGASM
FAVORITE PHOTO/GIF
I haven’t been to Tumblr since March and so Favorite GIF isn’t possible. Instead, my favorite photo for May is this: a collection of kids’ photos I took outside our church. For some time, my usual subjects are plants and art materials, but this fateful day (05 May) led me to taking stolen shots of these children. I’m not that good of a photographer (even adding “photographer” in my bio is too
horrid of an idea), but I can always practice. (P.S.: I’m also very fond of lights at night, especially the colored ones. I go nuts over them.)
AND CONFETTI
Me and my second semester grades helped me in acquiring yet another 100% scholarship grant for this year’s first semester! I’m so glad I finished with enough grades to maintain my membership in the school’s Honor’s Society. But that’s not the only thing that’s keeping my endorphins’ torrent: I actually earned 1.25 in two of my major subjects! Although I could’ve done better (I earned 1.0 on the third I took), I’m just so darn relieved that my professor didn’t give me anything lower. Note: she’s one of the professors who gave me one of my first 2.0 (I have two of them so far), so you could only imagine my elation. Thank God.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m so
excited for the school year to start. I’m now the Liberal Arts Society’s appointed President, and I know it’ll be tough for me and for all of my other co-officers, but all these plans in my head is killing me. I’m excited to lead, learn, fail, succeed and raise the flag of our Society. The semester will open on June 5th and I can’t wait – although some more sleep wouldn’t hurt.
Till next month’s Nutshell!
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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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