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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.]


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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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Tuesday, October 17, 2006
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I call this post: Domo Arigato Mistah Roboto [BGmusic: Mr. Roboto - Queen]

Most of you out there are probably deathly afraid of dentists. Now, I don't enjoy my dental checkups, but compared to going to the hairdresser's, dental appointments are definitely less scary.

Ladies and jellybeans, I got my hair cut at Bench Fix last night. I had lunch with my parents because my mom was going to Davao, and when she saw me, she handed me some money and told me to get my hair cut. [Now really, was my hair that bad?] I agreed, just as long as I had someone with me for moral support. Since my sister had work, I waited until 6PM to get my hair cut.

It wasn't that scary. If you're scared of going to the hairdresser's, you should go there at night when they don't have any other customers and everyone's all laid back, and the hairstylists don't seem as biatchy as usual. The whole thing was just so stressful for me though - I hate being subject to people's scrutiny, especially when it comes to my looks. [Part of the reason why I never agreed to joining those silly pageants.]

Pictures!


My Before and After Pics [My hair's still a little wet in the "after" pic]

I like to think that look like a Japanese rockstar, but Ann said that I looked like a coconut husk... which is also true. Hehehe. When I woke up and saw my reflection, I was like, "Richie Sambora, is that you?" I like looking at myself in the mirror now [even more than before]. I find my hair highly amusing. If I put my hair in a side ponytail I look like Cyndi Lauper. And I look especially entertaining when I'm headbanging.


I'm part of a First Day High skit for the upcoming Leadership Training Institute [LTI - this yearly CCC camp]. I'm Brainy High. We're shooting it later at 3pm. Bagay na bagay ang bangs ko. :-]