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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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Thursday, November 02, 2006
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I call this post: Howdilly-doodilly! [BGmusic: ewan ko ba kung anong kanta ito.]

Ladies and jellybeans, I give you... a real post. Not one of those annoying filler-type posts I've been giving you. [You missed me, admit it now. Hehe.] Like I said before, the connection at home's dialup and thus, very slow. Right now I'm at an internet cafe, so here I am posting again. I have loads to talk about, but I won't go over them all in one post lest the whole thing would end up like a novel.



Awhile ago I was sitting in our van outside the commissary [that's like a grocery/supply store in military bases], all spaced out as usual and contemplating on the beauty of peeling green paint on the doorposts, when a cadet suddenly appeared in the doorway. I don't usually give cadets any attention, but this one was different. Why? Freaking heck, I grew up with this one!

It was Mark A, and basically we went to preschool together, played together [he was always Red/Green/White Ranger - always the leader, and naturally, I was the Pink Ranger], walked in on each other half-naked, made each other cry, hit each other, etc. There was even one point when I thought he was my best friend, but best friends don't suddenly stop talking to you one day without any explanations. Oh, and best friends don't badmouth your parents and glare at you whenever you see each other.

So that friendship went down the drain. Whatever, I was like six anyway so I got over it in a week.

Anyway it was weird to see him again after so long. His family moved out of PMA a couple of years ago due to some... complications with his dad's job, so I didn't see him as much as I did. He looked a whole lot different - his hair, as you can imagine, was cropped short so he resembled a pencil eraser. He also looked a whole lot older. That uniform can do wonders for men. Those little boys you used to pummel suddenly look very proper and un-pummelable. If there is such a word.

I never thought that he would join the military. For one thing, he was is short. I always thought that he wouldn't make it past the height requirement. Hehehe. And in military families, the ones more susceptible to joining would be those warfreak-type children who grow up immersed in books about artillery and playing games like medal of honor and the like. But Mark played the violin and took ballet lessons until... has he stopped taking ballet lessons?

People are weird. Who knows what goes on in their demented heads? You think you know someone and then they suddenly act totally out of character. I thought he was planning on studying in Ateneo. Or UP. He gave me post-exam jitters after the UPCAT because he said it was too easy and that it was right-minus-wrong [basically he was telling me that I had no chance, because I shaded "C" for every answer I didn't know].

Oh, and here's something totally out of the topic, but in a little way it's related as well - a friend made a testimonial for me and told me that people have been saying that I resemble Paris Hilton.

Again, people are weird.