My Harry Potter Story.

Why do you still post stuff about Harry Potter?

Just get over your Harry Potter craziness already! It’s been, like, more than a year since the last movie came out!

Don’t you ever get tired of watching or reading Harry Potter over and over again?

You’re 19 years old, why the hell are you still obsessed with a children’s book?

It’s over, move on and find another book to love.

These are just a few of the comments or messages I get on Facebook whenever I post something Potter-related, may it be quotes, photos, vidoes or little facts. To be honest, I don’t feel irritated at all. I am actually surprised by their reactions. I mean, they’ve known all along that I am a die-hard Potterhead, and yet they still force these opinions on me. Like, do they really expect that I’d give up all my affection and love for all things Harry Potter just because they told me so? Haha. I think not.

I know that it’s quite difficult for them to understand, maybe because they haven’t experienced being attached to something for over a period of time, or that they don’t feel this passionate about things, or for other reasons I may never know. But once and for all, here is my explanation:

When you grew up interested and attached to one thing to the point that it became a very important part of your life, you can never just turn away from it no matter how long it has been since it ended. Much like in a relationship, when you’ve invested so much, spent every sweat, tears, and love for someone, letting go will never be easy. At times, it’s unimaginable. That is how the Harry Potter series is for me.

I got the first book as a present from my mom for my 6th birthday. At that time, I didn’t find it interesting since it was the first time I encountered a book with only a few pictures. You see, even when I started reading early, I was used to fairytales and storybooks filled with illustrations of every character and the events of each story. But then, come the year 2000 and I was then 7 years old, my mother brought me to theater for the first time. And together, we watched the first Harry Potter movie ever released. That was also my first time to watch a movie inside a theater. So for the 7-year-old me, it was truly a magical moment.

When we went back home, I frantically searched for my copy of the Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and asked my mom (actually, pleaded), to assist me in reading the book. It was just my luck that she agreed. So for days, we sat together, reading the book. Whenever I find a word I don’t understand, my mom would always explain it to me the best she could. It became our bonding session. Before we even finished the book, my mom found out that this is just one book of the series. 

She then bought me the next 3 books in the Harry Potter series for my birthday since they were already available that year. From then on, I would wait impatiently for the following year, ready to receive the next book in the series. Through this, Harry Potter became the center of my entire childhood. Aside from growing up following Harry Potter’s adventures, it also became the thing that brought me and my mom closer. 

So yes, the Harry Potter books might all have been published and all the movies may have been released already but that doesn’t matter to me. The power of this magical story still lives within my heart and all the others whose lives were touched by this wizard boy who lived through all the hardship fate has thrown his way. I knocked myself crazy with anticipation for the next book or film, cheered during all the quidditch matches, recited every incantation, laughed with every joke made by the twins, cried over the deaths of my favorite characters, rejoiced at each triumph, even swooned over the cheesy bits. In these books and movies, I have learned so much about life at such a young age. The Harry Potter series aren’t just words printed on paper or frames sewn into films I can easily forget. No. These books and films are priceless treasures I’ll forever cherish. They are precious bits and pieces that helped in molding a part of whoever I am today. 

You have been tagged! 5 random facts about yourself and then find 10 blogs and tag them!

So, I was tagged by Carl, one of the awesome people I follow here on Tumblr, to answer this tagging game. First of all, thank you for including me! :) My response won’t be as long as yours, but here goes:

1. I am a virgin. Most people think I am not, and they doubt me when I say that I am. I know that I am very vulgar and open to sex talks and all those green jokes, but that doesn’t mean that I already lost my big “V”. It’s just that I don’t feel uneasy discussing about sex, porn, and all that. I certainly believe that these topics are not to be ashamed of since it’s part of human nature. 

2. I am allergic to shrimp. And I have to say that I feel so bad about this. I wasn’t allergic before. But then during second year highschool, I don’t know why, by the allergy triggered and I had these red rashes surrounding my lips and my throat felt itchy as hell when I ate shrimps one night at dinner. It suck because I use to love eating them and it is one of my favorite seafood. Now, I just can’t force myself to try one for I am afraid of the effects.

3. I am very scared of dogs. Like really panicking like crazy when I see one even from a distance. I guess it became a phobia of some sort. When I was a child, I had this incident wherein I was happily going around our street on a bike. That’s when our neighbor’s dog suddenly decided to chase me and succeeded as it was able to bite my leg. And that was not the worst part. The thing is, even when I am paddling away from it to get it off, it did not. Imagine it hanging on me, teeth sinking in my ankle. JEEEZ. :|

4. I am an atheist. I don’t believe in any god or religion. I’ve been like this ever since my senior year in highschool. For further explanation, just go backread my blog and search for the atheist tag.

5. I am a math geek. Aside from being a book addicted, I am also really good in Math. I know this doesn’t do anything to improve my social status, but what the heck. Love you quirks, they say. But ot only do I excell in Math, I also love the subject. Back in my gradeschool and highschool days, I was the school’s representative for individual and group interschool competitions. Yup, I was that insane. I don’t know but I really find it easy to understand complex formulas and manipulate them. 

And now, I tag the coolest people I know here on Tumblr: Migs, Airiz, Roma, Paola, Clarence, Jeruel, Leystritt, Jen, Dane, and Lendl.

Help me break away

From my mind’s unyielding grasp 

And it’s blaring scream..

Drip, drop, let it fall

Spill languidly from my wrist

The most crimson red.

Father’s Day! Yay!

NOT. What’s the use of celebrating this special occasion when the person whom this day is allotted to is not even present. Yes, my dear friends, I have freaking daddy issues. Nope, my father is not dead if that’s what you’re thinking. He’s just abroad working for us. He’s been in Saudi for 6 years now. A lot of people tell me that I should be grateful that my father is still alive even though he’s not with us. But really, what’s the use of having a father you do not even know? Yes, I can be grateful for his financial aid, but apart from that, what else? I do not even know the guy, and he doesn’t know a thing about my personal life either. I grew up not having a father figure. We don’t talk or chat or whatever. He seems like yet another stranger to me. I know some people look down on me for being like this but you cannot judge me like that because you don’t really know how it feels. Sure, he goes home a few times but in those months, the awkwardness is so evident. We don’t have anything to talk about, we don’t know how to act around each other, and it feels like some stranger is living in your house. Usually, this relationship doesn’t bother me but at this said occasion, it’s a bit different. I can see all of my friend posting about how they love their dads and all that, greeting them for their special day. And here I am, just staring at all those pictures, statuses, messages, feeling jealousy creeping up on me. It make me think about why I cannot be like that with my own father. I would be a hypocrite if I say that I never long for a close relationship with my father. Yes, sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we were like other families, staying with each other and knowing everything. But then I know it can never be like that for me. So many years have been wasted and we can never change that fact.