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"I don't need the sunshine
Don't need the good times,
Don't need anything anyone's giving,
And I don't mind your lies so keep on talking." - Don't Need the Sunshine, Catatonia


donya quixote

  • Proud to be Pinay.
  • Born once upon a time in the late January 1988.
  • Hails from the highlands; Baguio City.
  • She dorms.
  • Getting hazed trained for life at the School of Economics at the University of the Philippines, Diliman.
  • Member of the UP Campus Crusade for Christ and UP Economics Society.
  • Just a little bit crazy.
  • Doesn't want to kiss frogs; faithful to her Dulcine[o]. [NBSB PRIDE!]
  • Extremely socially inept - uncomfortable with the idea of meeting new people. Would rather curl up with a nice book than go out clubbing.
  • Loyal to the friends she already has. Cause they're great. [Most of the time. Hehe.] ;)
  • Usually highly opinionated when it comes to music/film/other media, but her lack of social awareness is disgusting.
  • A fool for Jesus Christ.
  • Here's her multiply, friendster, and email. [Has myspace, but it's as good as dead. Still contemplating on whether or not she should resurrect it.]


reader log

the past

Symphony in the Key of C-minor
Tikim ng Kalayaan
The Aftertaste v1.0

June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007

Credits

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Friday, July 21, 2006
[9:42 AM] | Permalink / /

No class this morning.

I wake up at 9.

Hobble to the door.

Sunlight filters through the trees. The leaves of the trees sway in the wind I can't feel. Birdsong. The day declares that it is here, not to stay, but maybe to make a name for itself.

I bask in the beauty of morning.

It's a shame I don't get to do this every day.

For the first time since this semester started, I will be going home to Baguio. I love three day weekends. Let everyone else spend next Monday in Mendiola complaining about this and that. I'm going to be in Baguio. My city. My city. (I never get tired of saying that... ;p)

It's not even important if I see my friends or not, or even if I have fun or not. I just want to be reunited with Baguio. [And yeah, eat real food for once. Haha. Had cup noodles for breakfast today cause I woke up past breakfast time. But noodles actually taste better than most of the canteen food.]

I'm so excited to see my dog. I miss her. Oh, and yeah, my family. Heeheehee.

Ann, my former roomie (who basically still is, because she spends all her time in my room; she only goes to her room to study and sleep), is coming with me. I plan on doing touristy stuff. I love being a tourist in my own city. It's so fun. Much more fun than being a tourist in a place you're a stranger to. I like thinking I know where everything is, and discovering (or re-discovering) something I didn't really see before.

I like falling in love over and over and over with Baguio. I like Session Road and the many different kinds of people (some of them definitely not likeable on their own, but in they complete the spectrum of the multitude).



I'm moving, I'm coming
Can you hear what I hear
It's calling you my dear, out of reach