I miss writing. Hell knows how long since I was able to write. I curse and blame laziness and boredom for my lack of activity. My imaginations are running up high and again, alas, I have to release some to save myself from insanity. These days, I find myself dazing into the unknown while imagining that Tom freaking Riddle Jr. (more known as 'Voldemort') is in love with a pretentious, secretive, self-made character named Maria Angela Castillo (the name of the said girl morphed many times, from Cerise to Marcella to Adelaide to Eva etc.). Hence, I find it proper to express these hopelessly romantic, school-girl feelings into an entry. Maybe I could write a poem or inspire myself to compose a song (though I really doubt the latter since I can only play the guitar in my dreams and waltz with the piano in the land of unicorns). Either way, you, my dearest bored reader, will be my victim. Why? Seeing as you continue to read this post, I suppose you are quite interested in what I will be saying. Or not.
Moving on, things have change since I last butted my stirrings out here. I made a list of the necessary changes that occurred these past few months. Whenever you are ready. Here we go.
Chel's Supercalifragilisticexpialydocious (Is my spelling correct?), Non-diabolically yet Intensely Cuckoo-Inspired Alterations in her Average Life: *insert applause and evil laugh here*
a.) Egg-like love life
YEEEEEEEES! A loud hooray here! :D My "love" problems were resolved. I am, as of now, a single sixteen year-old girl who is free from all the cliche feelings that soppy books seem to describe a lot. No more mixed signals, misunderstandings, emo corners in my room, listen-to-the-signature-song-you-chose-for-him moments, and all those cheesy stuff. I am more happy than I have ever been in my life. It is really dignifying to realize that you are no longer chained by your past 'paramour', and no longer bothered by the fact that your guy best friend might mean something more to you. The freedom of your mind to think more practical things is a sure treat! :) No, I didn't have as much regrets as I thought I would have. The greatest lesson I've learned from all the experiences: LEARN TO WAIT.
b.) Dramiotomy
Don't even bother Webster. I invented that word(Oh really now, I am not an inventor of words...well, sort of). That word was born from my undying devotion to two pairings of the Harry Potter fandom: Draco/Hermione and Tom/Hermione (Yes, I actually appreciate the young dark lord. He's hot.). I spend my whole summer vacation reading the works of people like me who loves the said pairings. It may sound like I wasted time, but really, I learned a lot. I got to read different writing styles and point of views. A large part of my weird enjoyment goes to my amusement to some people who have managed to raise my eyebrows, shudder or squeal like a guinea pig by their works of fantasies. I will share some of the stories that I find worth-reading and worth...well, shudders. Nonetheless, I applaud these budding novelists for giving me the entertainment of the lifetime.
Dramiotomy comes from the names, 'DRAco, herMIOne, and TOM.' The 'Y' is just an added flair.
c.) Lipad na, Atenista!
In english, 'Fly high, Atenean!'. I finished high school with fluttering hues, and boy, I was glad to get out of there. (Just kidding. ;) I love my high school folks! :D) Still, I can't get my head to wrap around the simple idea that I am in college this coming June! Moreover, I will go to one of my dream schools! The mere thought of it excites my tendons and nerves. Double yehey! :) I must admit that I had a hard time choosing schools. I was blessed to pass all my entrance exams and thus, the decision was harder. I came to a point where I would ask God signs, but I would just see things that add to my confusion. I realized that I shouldn't have ask God to make the decision for me, rather, I should ask Him to bless me so that I am know which path I should take. I confess that I really favor the college along Katipunan from the start, but I need some confirmation. So, I took Sorting Hat tests. (Yes, I am a very geeky Harry Potter fan.) Guess what? Majority of those tests conclude that I am a true-blooded Ravenclaw! Imagine my happiness and surprise! :D
d.) Uh. When making a list, I only include three topics. So, disregard this. ;)
I think that's it. Usually, I end my entries with dramatic messages and one-liners, but since I earlier stated that I am in a blissful mood, I prefer the old antics for this one. Ciao, bored reader. Thanks for wasting your time schmooching over my thoughts! ;)
-- Chel
