A/N: It has been a great struggle for me to make sure that the title of this blog does not violate or infringe any copyright laws/statutes. So I have to add that any similarities are purely coincidental and does not, in any way, intend to copy any published/unpublished literary work. [Insert sarcasm phrases here].
It’s 12 midnight, August 23, 2013 and I have been waiting for people to congratulate me over my major social media accounts (Facebook and Twitter *ehem* follow me *ehem*). No luck. Seems like everyone’s asleep now except for the people living in the US or UK. They’re just about to start their [un]productive day. (PS. This is why I want to be British, so damn bad!) And while the rest of the Philippines is snoring in their sleep, here I am, typing out a blog to celebrate this wonderful, wonderful night.
So what’s up? Why am I celebrating?
You wouldn’t understand unless you’re (a.) a wannabe writer like me or (b.) a YouTuber fangirl. But I bet you’d still want to know anyways.
I just got interviews from three– well actually four– awesome people on the Internet. Through email. Exclusively. For a short article. For a website that isn’t even mine but cool all the same.
The two of them are my ultimate crushes. One of them is a funny, bearded guy. The other one’s a regular, New York Times #1 Bestselling Author.
Okay now you can congratulate me.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned this a couple of times on Tumblr and Twitter as well as on my previous blog. I’ve been working on a feature article about YouTuber personalities and their charity campaigns. This idea sprung from an innocent exchange of hopes and dreams with a good Internet buddy of mine. We both agreed that we love these twins from YouTube because aside from the fact that they are beautiful, beautiful unicorns (they’re not gay, that’s just an Internet expression for being a perfect creature), they also support so many charities.
And then I said, possibly out of the blue, that it would be a dream come true for me to interview them and make an article about them. It was an absurd dream. I never planned on acting on it, I was just planning it in my head. Then she encouraged me to try. Then I tried and by some shitty twist of fate, I got them to respond. Then I contacted another, and another, and another, and another and all of a sudden I find myself talking to 7 awesome people who never even knew me in real life but who thought I had a great idea that has to be acted upon.
The first email surprise came from Finn Harries (as I have mentioned before). He answered my email with two sentences that got me jumping up and down inside the bathroom for half an hour. Had I been to Orlando, Florida that day, I would have scored an exclusive, one on one (or one on two) interview with them. But I wasn’t. Needless to say, I was happy enough to send them five questions for the article I’m writing. The editor was impressed. I was amazed. I told some real life friends about it and their answer consisted mostly of smiles and nods. They have no freaking idea how big it was for me. One answer I got after my lengthy story was: “What’s the big deal?” I tried explaining but got nothing out of it.
You see, there’s this question a guy called Mikey Bolts once asked me in a vlog: “Why are you a fangirl?”
I answered this question very proudly every time because I always make sure that before I fangirl over something I have a goddamn good reason for it. I fangirled over JacksGap not because they’re good looking little piece of heaven. I fangirled (like legit fangirled) over them because they are very talented, smart, business-savvy and charitable. They are kind people. That’s all it took for me to jump up and down with every short email they sent me. They answered and to me it was like getting a gold ticket to enter Willy Wonka’s magical factory. I grabbed onto that piece of opportunity so tight. In fact, I went as far as asking them if I could write for this website they built. It’s a small-time, just-put-up, low-DA website. But I visited it every day and so does 2 million other girls and boys. Boy did I hold onto that. The other day, Jack, the other twin, emailed me as well. I swear I fell down on my bed and died for like half a second. My friend and I were freakin’ ecstatic.
Then just a few minutes/hours ago, this happened:
A few weeks ago I stalked New York Times Bestselling Author and YouTube pioneer John Green’s pretty British assistant on YouTube and Twitter. I emailed her, with new found vigor after receiving updates from the twins. I asked her if she could ask John if I could interview him for my article. John was a very busy guy (yes, I call hi by his first name because that’s how the Americans do it. I would very much like to refer him as a Sir but that’s more of a British/Pinoy kind of thing, I think). He didn’t have time for a Skype interview. I told her I could send in five short questions. She thought it was a great idea. It took them three weeks to get back to me because John had a new baby and then he had to make videos and then he had to organize this event called VidCon 2013 and then he got very sick according to his lovely British assistant, I followed up this week and she said he’s finally recovering. This evening, she sent in John’s answers and I literally flipped the shit out on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. “I got an interview with John Green [technically].” If you’re not yet sure who he is, go to the nearest bookstore and ask them if they have ever heard of the book The Fault In Our Stars. I was number one on Powerbooks and National Bookstore for months.
“So, why do you fangirl over him, Twila?”
Setting aside the fact that he’s a bloody brilliant novelist and a humble one, at that, I am such a fangirl for him because he is a brilliant man in his own life. He has accomplished so much in the past seven years, things I wanted to accomplish myself… Things I only dreamed about but he aced upon and made REAL. He is also a teacher. He’s that guy who teachers History/English/Science/Math for free over the Internet. He makes awesome web shows, so awesome that it hurts to think he could making so little out of them when the quality and awesomeness of all of it would amount to the quality of normal TV shows minus they hypocritical Holywood shit. He’s that funny, weird, nerdy guy you just wanna be neighbors with.
Then a few minutes before starting this blog a guy called WheezyWaiter emailed me his answers to my five-question interview thingy. t was so overwhelmingly awesome that I fucking forgot to (sensor myself and) save the article I was working on. And since I’m typing on a tablet PC, I finally realized (at half past 1 in the morning) that I lost everything I’ve been working on in the said article. What? But I am so happy, too happy, in fact, that I didn’t care. But hey let’s skip that part and just concentrate on who WheezyWaiter is. He’s an asthmatic, bearded guy who used to work as a waiter but now makes clones of himself and YouTube videos for my weekly entertainment.
“So, why do you fangirl over this guy? I thought you hated beards?”
He’s a freakin’ funny guy, that’s why. His comedic timing is incredible and his punchlines are amazingly witty. Best of all, he’s an annual contributor to Project for Awesome, which is a YouTube event where personalities make videos for charities. He’s helped dozens of charities and causes, he attended live shows about it and he even went to India to experience it first hand. He’s good people. And I can always, always say that I will always, always be a fan of good people. Also, he is a great source of quotable quotes like this:
I AM THRILLED to finish this special article (even though I have two more interviews to go and I have technically lost 1/8 of it). I am also very, very pressured to make sure it’s an awesome article. It’s not just because I wanted to impress the people I have mentioned in this blog, it also because this article mattered to me. It is possibly the first article that made me realize just what I want to be/to do in this hell of a life. I have man specific things in mind but they all fall down under one thing: I want to make things that are positive. I want to make things that would make people smile. I want to only right things that would make people feel good about the world we’re living in, even for just a few seconds in a day. I just be charitable enough to make people smile.
Damn I sound like a middle-aged dying woman who wrote pocketbooks and shit. That or I’m being too flour-y with my words (that was a pun).
I think I need to sleep now. (2AM, August 23, 2013)