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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

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Monday, August 14, 2006
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I call this post: Revealing too much (BGmusic: Secret - Maroon 5 [Why am I listening to Maroon 5?!?! Whatever.])

My underpants are wet.

And that's me revealing too much.

Bwahahahahaha.

Because a wonderful person stole my umbrella, I am umbrellaless (heeheehee try saying that - it sounds funny), and I have been going everywhere in a hooded sweater - my feeble attempt to keep myself dry. Actually, noon pa nawala payong ko. Tinatamad lang akong bumili ng payong. Anyway, I'd rather spend my money on food.

So I went out to Katipunan to get something from my sister, and to buy some stuff from National Bookstore. It was raining only a little, so I went out in my usual hooded sweater instead of borrowing an umbrella from someone, thinking that the rain would have died down once I was finished with my business at Ate Ror's place.

Naturally, I was wrong.

Mehn, parang bumabagyo sa labas. Ayoko naman magtricycle (takot ako sa tricycle), ayoko naman magpapayong sa mga streetkids (ee!), so I ran all the way from Torres Building to National Bookstore. When I made it, I looked like a wet duckling.

At first I was really pissed off at the weatherman for the perfect timing, but when I was walking to the dorm from the jeep, I just accepted my situation for what it was, and made the best out of it. So in front of the International Center I started jumping into all the puddles and kicking water all over the place like a total maniac. It looks funny enough when you're doing that with your friends, but if you're doing that alone, it's ten times more ridiculous looking. Thank goodness there was no-one around. No-one except that long-haired newspaper guy at the waiting shed. Who, being pretty weird himself, didn't pay attention to my spasticated dance moves.


Okay, I warn you guys, my tone will be a little more serious now. Just for now. Pasensya na, pero medyo down talaga ako ngayon. [The incident with the puddles is one of my many ways of coping with sadness.]

Wala lang.

Wait a minute, what do I mean, "wala lang"? Those two words have to be the most annoying words in the Filipino vocabulary. You ask a really serious question, and then you get "wala lang". It's like those people who put "too many", "secret", "dunno" in all the blanks in my autograph books back in grade school. Quit being so vague, people. [Note to self: stop saying "wala lang".]

Okay. Phew. Where was I? Ah yes. I'm feeling a little down in the dumps.

Why?

Oh dear, I don't think it would be appropriate for me to put something as private as that on my blog, so you will have to be content with me blabbering on and on about how I feel. [Yihii... how exciting.]

I'm so disgusted at myself for being so self-centered. Everything just has to be about me. Everyone's world just has to revolve around me. And when it doesn't, I'm - trying to find a less melodramatic word here, but can't find one - heartbroken. [Ew. Heartbroken?] Okay, crushed.

Basta.

Another annoying word. [Note to self: stop saying "basta".]

To everyone I imposed myself on, to everyone I hurt because I was too busy thinking about how I was hurting, to everyone I trampled on to get what I wanted, to everyone who made themselves vulnerable to me only to find out that I am not worthy of your trust, I am sorry.

[How can I make this post more dramatic? Ah yes.]

...

[I think that ellipses did the trick... Obvious ba na hindi ako marunong mag-emo masyado? Sorry guys, I have gone past the I'm-crying-and-I-love-the-drama stage. Now, I'm going through my I'm-crying-but-let's-all-pretend-that-I'm-not stage. Wala lang. - Oh, shoot.]