April 30, 2016
I’ve always wanted to learn how to paint. But I don’t really get serious about it. My friend Imelda paints. On this day, we bonded with this artsy hobby. Continue reading
Up in the clouds
On the 16th of December 2016, I went to Japan with my sister Patrice and my mother. It was a sudden plan, and I caused it.
I have been longing to go there since I was a teenager. I was a weeabo–there I admit it! I LOVE everything related to Japan. I self-study Hiragana & Katakana (I’m still working on my Kanji). I was so obsessed with animes, mangas, Jpop, Japanese dramas, Japanese foods, and the Japanese culture. I even went to anime convention (when it was still underground). Notice the past tense? I am not that into it anymore, but there is still a part of me that continues the fondness of it. My fangirl level on the scale of 1-10 was 11 back then; now it’s like 7.
Sometimes I want to tell people that I have a twin sister so that they won’t get confused when I don’t get friendly and social. I mean, I don’t hate you or something. I’m just not made for social interactions specially if there is a sea of people. I get drowned. Though I need to have a friend or two, that’s it. Three, maximum. lol I’m kidding. I also don’t initiate a conversation. But if you talk to me, by all means, I will listen and talk to you. There is probably–no, I’m sure of it–90% chance that I was not aware that you might want to talk to me. Why would you, right? But believe me when I tell you: I like that you started a conversation.
Few days past and I noticed that someone was eyeing me. No, my mind is being muffled by my own illusion. It was I who eyes someone. It sounded better in my mind but after I typed it here, it came out short of a horrible pun.
I keep on looking at a schoolmate in our school corridors. He then looks at me, too. I don’t know who starts to look first but it happens. When we random see each other, we exchange blank stares all the time. It starts effortlessly. I don’t know if he’s actually aware of it. I have not talked to him. What does his mind think when that happens? My mind is blank whenever that happens.
Something must have happened in our past lives. Is he a nemesis of my past life, a la Javert-Jean Valjean feud? Or a hunter-prey version? No way. Or maybe I am in a Young Adult novel and my journey will start soon. I can’t wait for the prophecy of some sort. Now, I think just need sleep. A lot of sleep.
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Let’s all agree: this script is a fan fiction. It lifted several passages from the past books; it didn’t make it nice, it looked like it tries too hard to be the same with the series. It’s far from JK Rowling’s writing. Also, the plot could have been better if the lines were less cheesy. I had very mixed emotions when reading it. I hate it, I like it, then I hate it again then I like it again. BUT I will never dismiss the chance of watching the play, if ever I could have a chance. It most likely has the appeal on stage than reading it alone.
I have 2 questions: view spoiler on my Goodreads review