August: In A Nutshell
And I thought July was hell.
Okay, maybe I’m over reacting here. So August was, well, a busy month. No, there wasn’t any major school event that our Institute needed to host (except for the actual acquaintance party on the 2nd, but the work was all done in July so that doesn’t count). But yes, there was still one event where my presence was needed (believe this: I co-hosted the Buwan ng Wika celebration in our school; say what?). And then there’s the baby thesis. Basically, writing our research paper took most of my time. I didn’t blog weekly like I used to (I only had two posts this month –
two!); I was barely updated with the television and pop culture world; and I was barely sane.
I cannot fathom how come I’m so busy this school year – I wasn’t this crazy stressed before! Oh crap, whatever. I’m ironically happy with this arrangement anyway. God, I’m weird.
AUGUST ARCHIVES
This – this is the event that gave me crazy emotions, crazy amount of stress, crazy fatigue and crazy load of shits. But the success of Casa Misterio (a.k.a. Acquaintance Party 2013) made all the crazy things worth it. This has marked the start of the Liberal Arts Society’s shot to fame (not). Guess what? Because of the outcome of this event, the school got too happy with us that they’d like us to host future school events. What what
what.
Excerpt from this post: “Sometimes I think my brain wants to burst out of my skull.” If that doesn’t convince you to continue reading, I don’t know what will. I have bad humor.
HALLELUIAH CATHARTIC
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” ©
On The Road (by Jack Kerouac)
LOONY DRAGONSLAYER
The “highlight” of this month compared to July was that, although I was busy, I at least got to read some novels that would later on
ruin my life. Fact: not a single one of my reads failed to make me cry. God, this is embarrassing. I don’t know why but I’m getting really emotional lately – a little touching scene here my eyes would magically turn into a faucet; a little bromance there my heart would burst. Every single scene – even the
happy ones – wrecks my feels.
August reads:
On the Road (by Jack Kerouac) – took me a long time to finish this; it’s a long story but dang the ending ughh!;
The Death Cure (by James Dashner) – still nothing beats Thomas’ fucked up life, Newt I love you;
Eleanor and Park (by Rainbow Rowell) – cried so much I think I’m already crazy, and made me realize how shitty my romantic life is;
Clockwork Princess (by Cassandra Clare) – what the hell I rolled around with this, dang Will Herondale let’s make babies! (Check out my ratings for these books on my
Goodreads account.)
Current read:
1984 (by George Orwell)
EARGASM
FAVORITE PHOTO/GIF
Isn’t this just so freakin’ funny? If you haven’t read the books, you wouldn’t appreciate the beauty and wittiness of this. Every time I look up “Will Herondale” on Tumblr, I see a handful of posts about ducks. Ducks are bloodthirsty beasts. The Herondales face monsters and are obsessed with demon pox, yet they cower at the thought of fluffy ducks. (Honestly, though, ducks are really scary. And big birds.)
AND CONFETTI
Except for the successful Casa Misterio and Buwan ng Wika, I guess we’d have to celebrate the release of “City of Bones” movie. I saw it with my best friend and it was awesome! I barely appreciate movie adaptations of my favorite novels (especially YAs), but surprisingly I liked this. I’ve read some reviews on Goodreads and half of the fans didn’t like it. I don’t know why but I did. I wasn’t expecting some carbon copy of the book, and I know (from past experiences) that production people JUST CAN’T FIT EVERY BOOK SCENES IN ONE MOVIE. Fans would just have to appreciate the effort. And I did. I liked the cast, the effects, the fact that they kept some of the best lines from the book, and Magnus Bane dropped the bomb, and Izzy Lightwood you are amazing, and dang Jamie Campbell-Bower, you are making my ovaries crazy. One thing though: I wasn’t too ecstatic with the soundtrack; the kissing-in-the-garden part could have used a better background music, maybe a Lana del Rey or something more dark and romantic. But it was a fantastic movie nonetheless. (About the photo: I am not a fashion blogger, and I do not make OOTD-with-hashtag.)
September = thesis, Sports Fest (meh) and Candy Fair (!!)
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August: In A Nutshell
And I thought July was hell.
Okay, maybe I’m over reacting here. So August was, well, a busy month. No, there wasn’t any major school event that our Institute needed to host (except for the actual acquaintance party on the 2nd, but the work was all done in July so that doesn’t count). But yes, there was still one event where my presence was needed (believe this: I co-hosted the Buwan ng Wika celebration in our school; say what?). And then there’s the baby thesis. Basically, writing our research paper took most of my time. I didn’t blog weekly like I used to (I only had two posts this month –
two!); I was barely updated with the television and pop culture world; and I was barely sane.
I cannot fathom how come I’m so busy this school year – I wasn’t this crazy stressed before! Oh crap, whatever. I’m ironically happy with this arrangement anyway. God, I’m weird.
AUGUST ARCHIVES
This – this is the event that gave me crazy emotions, crazy amount of stress, crazy fatigue and crazy load of shits. But the success of Casa Misterio (a.k.a. Acquaintance Party 2013) made all the crazy things worth it. This has marked the start of the Liberal Arts Society’s shot to fame (not). Guess what? Because of the outcome of this event, the school got too happy with us that they’d like us to host future school events. What what
what.
Excerpt from this post: “Sometimes I think my brain wants to burst out of my skull.” If that doesn’t convince you to continue reading, I don’t know what will. I have bad humor.
HALLELUIAH CATHARTIC
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” ©
On The Road (by Jack Kerouac)
LOONY DRAGONSLAYER
The “highlight” of this month compared to July was that, although I was busy, I at least got to read some novels that would later on
ruin my life. Fact: not a single one of my reads failed to make me cry. God, this is embarrassing. I don’t know why but I’m getting really emotional lately – a little touching scene here my eyes would magically turn into a faucet; a little bromance there my heart would burst. Every single scene – even the
happy ones – wrecks my feels.
August reads:
On the Road (by Jack Kerouac) – took me a long time to finish this; it’s a long story but dang the ending ughh!;
The Death Cure (by James Dashner) – still nothing beats Thomas’ fucked up life, Newt I love you;
Eleanor and Park (by Rainbow Rowell) – cried so much I think I’m already crazy, and made me realize how shitty my romantic life is;
Clockwork Princess (by Cassandra Clare) – what the hell I rolled around with this, dang Will Herondale let’s make babies! (Check out my ratings for these books on my
Goodreads account.)
Current read:
1984 (by George Orwell)
EARGASM
FAVORITE PHOTO/GIF
Isn’t this just so freakin’ funny? If you haven’t read the books, you wouldn’t appreciate the beauty and wittiness of this. Every time I look up “Will Herondale” on Tumblr, I see a handful of posts about ducks. Ducks are bloodthirsty beasts. The Herondales face monsters and are obsessed with demon pox, yet they cower at the thought of fluffy ducks. (Honestly, though, ducks are really scary. And big birds.)
AND CONFETTI
Except for the successful Casa Misterio and Buwan ng Wika, I guess we’d have to celebrate the release of “City of Bones” movie. I saw it with my best friend and it was awesome! I barely appreciate movie adaptations of my favorite novels (especially YAs), but surprisingly I liked this. I’ve read some reviews on Goodreads and half of the fans didn’t like it. I don’t know why but I did. I wasn’t expecting some carbon copy of the book, and I know (from past experiences) that production people JUST CAN’T FIT EVERY BOOK SCENES IN ONE MOVIE. Fans would just have to appreciate the effort. And I did. I liked the cast, the effects, the fact that they kept some of the best lines from the book, and Magnus Bane dropped the bomb, and Izzy Lightwood you are amazing, and dang Jamie Campbell-Bower, you are making my ovaries crazy. One thing though: I wasn’t too ecstatic with the soundtrack; the kissing-in-the-garden part could have used a better background music, maybe a Lana del Rey or something more dark and romantic. But it was a fantastic movie nonetheless. (About the photo: I am not a fashion blogger, and I do not make OOTD-with-hashtag.)
September = thesis, Sports Fest (meh) and Candy Fair (!!)
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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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