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sounds of the summer
"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
hazedtrained 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
Art: DQ + some brushes from... all over the place.
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Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Gah. Dial-up kami dito sa Baguio. This calls for a blog break.Blogworld, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Fröhliche Weihnachten und ein glückliches Neues Jahr!
Mo'adim Lesimkha. Shanah Tova!
Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année!
Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo!
Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon!
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
I call this post: On change [BGmusic: Another Little Hole]
Erratic thought #1:
Ooh!
Wow, I'm posting today even though I already posted yesterday. It's been a while since my last consecutive posts.
Erratic thought #2:
I have changed.
A lot. I was browsing through my old blogs yesterday, and besides that sad I-wish-I-could-go-back-to-that-time feeling, the I-wish-I-didn't-do-that thoughts, and the wow-I-am-funny-after-all realizations, was the awareness that I have changed in ways I thought I never would.
Want some elaboration? [For my posts in my Kalayaan blog, you have to click on the "read the blog" button"][5.7.05] Here's me annoyed at my parents for the rules they set up for me [i.e. no boyfriends until you're 43, only group dates, blah blah blah]. And [4.23.05] here's me contradicting myself. I was a very confused girl. I'm [not so] confused anymore, so don't worry [too much] about me.I'm [a little] more grown up now. I still eat like a kid. I haven't gotten rid of the little mannerisms that everyone's been pestering me to grow out of [e.g. wiping my nose with my hand, for starters]. I will always be a little isip-bata, and I don't want to change that.
[7.16.05] Here's some more confusion. [Warning: this post does not sound like me at all, because this was during my - what's the word... ah yes - emo phase.]
Aha! [9.29.05] This was... hehehe... if you get it, laugh/sigh/cry with me. If you don't get it, just pretend you do, and laugh/sigh/cry with me anyway.
Erratic thought #3:
People change. Every day. Change like you. I've got all the time in the world. [Kanta!]
Yeah, people change. It's kind of funny, because before I was about to graduate from high school, people started telling me that I should never ever change. You may say that they liked me just the way I was [pfft!], which is great, but to not change is a difficult, if not impossible, thing to do when there are so many... externalities [uy, econ!] to take in.We grow. That's the magical ceremony that occurs when you give humans enough water and sunshine.
And with that growth, comes the growth that occurs in our relationships. Sometimes, we grow apart. Sometimes, we grow even closer to each other. Sometimes, we think we are growing apart only to find that the distance has only made our bond even stronger. [Am I making any sense here?]
I know that friends come and go. The friends I have right now may not be the same friends I have ten years from now. It's sad, but this knowledge has made me value the friendships that I still do have.
Erratic Thought #4:
This is for the Tribe.
I don't expect that many of you will read this [because hardly any of you ever drop by here - hmph *tampo*], but I just want you to know that I will always remember the way we were. Yes, I have changed. Yes, I know that you all have as well. But I will always know you as my high school friends, that group of obnoxious actors, writers, painters and photographers who dominated the front gardens during lunch time and paraded around the school like we were the kings and queens of the place. [Everyone hated us back then, remember? Now we've befriended our rivals, which is pretty funny.]
Back then we thought it would never end. And now, look at us. Maybe you don't agree with some of the decisions I've made the last couple of years, and maybe I don't agree with some of yours. But really, does it even matter? We're scattered all over the place, and our friendship isn't the same anymore.
But it's still there.
And I'm good with that.
Thank you for helping me re-learn Tagalog [I'm still working on my grammar - haha]. Thank you for showing me the wonders of street food. Thank you for helping me abandon of my pretentions and my elitista tendencies. Thank you for making me proud of the undeniable fact that God made me a little crazy. Thank you for showing me that going to a public school isn't so bad after all.
In the words of ee cummings,
i carry your heart with me (i carry it inI love you guys. [Ick! Too - sappy - must - escape.]
my heart)
Happy Anniversary, mga Katribo.
Labels: thinking: a dangerous past-time, warning: sentiments ahead
Monday, December 11, 2006
I call this post: Invisible [BGmusic: Soul Meets Body by Death Cab for Cutie]I'm sick, and I'm going to attend only one of my classes. I wasn't planning on being absent; I must have slept through my alarm, because when I woke up it was already 9AM. I was going to take a quick shower and still go to my Eng11 and Kas1 classes, but - freaking heck - my head hurt, my stomach hurt, my nose was running, I was sneezing every two seconds, and coughing like there was no tomorrow. Plus, last night I had a fever. [Just trying to prove that I didn't skip my classes for just nothing.]
hap.pi.nessSomeone once said that stupidity, selfishness, and good health are three requirements for happiness, and although I don't totally agree with the statement, I have to admit that stupidity does play a huge role in my seratonin generation. Okay, let me rephrase that. Not stupidity, but total abandon of pretentions [what a way to rephrase - hehe].[hap-ee-nes] Pronunciation Key
1. the quality or state of being happy.
2. good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy
Happiness. Who truly understands how the emotion really works? They teach in your Biology classes that it's just seratonin. In my case, it's crayons and sunshine. Ann gave me a box of 64 crayons [the one with the built-in sharpener] for my barkada's little exchange gift thing. I don't know what it is about crayons that makes me happy. Perhaps its sheer simplicity does the trick.My happiness flourishes with the little things - having a classmate I hardly know wave at me in the hallway, having my professor remember my name, drinking a cup of really good coffee [outside Starbucks - the place makes me feel guilty, talk about social injustice], having a great conversation, dancing alone in my room [or just in my head], etc. Thank goodness for the little things. Without them, our lives would probably just revolve around the crises we are faced with day after day after day.
So, here's to the little things. Here's to the smell of freshly-cut grass, to kittens, to puppies, to bubble wrap, to chocolate-flavored toothpaste, to cute panties, to bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.
*sneeze*
And now, for some "interactive fun":
What's your simple pleasure?
Labels: random
Thursday, December 07, 2006
I call this post: Rescue Me [BGmusic: Tiny Vessels - Death Cab for Cutie]
Chivalry is so not dead.Awhile ago in the sheer excitement [and violence] of my Footsol class, I fell and grazed my knee for the first time in a loooong time. I thought I was long past the skinned knee phase, but it turns out that I'm still the same - yelling, "I'M FINE! I'M FINE!" only to realize minutes later that - ouch - that really really hurts.
Anyway, that was around 9:30 in the morning, and basically I limped through all my classes without stopping once to clean it [yes, I take so much care of my body *braces self for sermons*]. It was fun showing it to my classmates though [and hearing their 'ooh's, 'aah's, and 'ew's]. I love showing off scars, cuts, and bruises. [I actually don't mind getting scars, as long as they're cool, strategically positioned, and nowhere near my face.]
So, after my classes [4PM], I went straight to Molave [this on-campus dorm] because I needed to get it cleaned quick, and I knew that Eden had Betadine. But it turns out that she wasn't there. I didn't know this at the time, so I waited. And Kuya Ian comes out, on his way to class, and asks me what I was doing there. When I told him I was waiting for Eden and her Betadine, he takes one look at my knee, tells me to wait, and before I can say anything, he ventures inside on a brave quest for Betadine. He took quite a while, and I would have gone inside and told him to go to his class, but I don't like going inside Molave. [One of the girl RAs hates my guts. But that's another story.] When he finally came out, he had a bottle of alcohol with him and some cotton. I don't like putting alcohol on my wounds, but since he exerted so much effort to get it... I used it.
So he went off to his class, and there I was, alone in the kiosk with a bottle of rubbing alcohol [alone except for a little street kid who was pestering me to buy a scrunchie from him]. Then, as destiny would have it, Boris came along just as I was dabbing on the first drops of alcohol. [I learned something today. Alcohol + open wound = PAIN.] Since Boris was the only one present [besides the little street kid], I was free to abandon my ego and whimper like the injured puppy that I was. Then Boris tells me how to do it properly, since [surprise!] I was doing it all wrong. He tells me to pour the alcohol on the knee, and blow. And after I follow his oh-so-wise advice, he laughs at my [I'm sure quite endearing] reactions to the seering pain. If that was anyone else, I would have throttled him, but he was Boris, and Boris is special. [Teehee. Mwah mahal ko si Boris!]
But that isn't the end of my little adventure. Boggs [enter SFX: screams of fangirls], probably informed by Ian earlier, came out with a large cup containing Betadine and the frothy stuff I forgot the name of. He would have cleaned my wound himself, but I was like, "Icandoitmyselfthankyou." [I learned something else today. The frothy stuff hurts.]
Anyway, I felt so special and frail [ha!] and ladylike [HA!]... three guys [four, if you include the little street kid], all concerned about my knee's wellbeing. It was just a little cut [hey, it still hurt], but they still attended to me like my leg was about to fall off.
Henceforth, I shall call them...
If any of you out there know these guys, don't tell them I wrote about them, or photoshopped their friendster photos. I don't want them to stop coming to my rescue. :P
Poo, ngayon ko lang nakita na "Shinig" yung nakalagay. Ah well, what's done is done [in other words, I've flattened the image and no way am I doing it all over again].
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
I call this post: Yet another crappy post. [BGmusic: Party at Ground Zero by Fishbone]
Kagabi:I won one of the highly sought-after Kalabasa Awards at my dorm's Christmas party [oo, maaga nga Christmas party namin, I know, I know]. Since I am such a responsible dormer [ahem ahem], I got the Skeleton Key Award, in recognition of the numerous times I have borrowed the spare key from the office [it's not my fault I lost my key last sem and couldn't be bothered to get it recut - okay, maybe it is]. Out of the 272 residents, I am the one who has the most entries in the borrowed key log book. I'm so proud of myself. *bats eyelashes*
Left: Me [duh] with my [pretty scary looking] Kalabasa Award.
And that's all I'm going to post for today. I didn't get any sleep last night [had an serious attack of insomnia], I had a tiring morning [CWTS], and now I really need to catch up on my z's.
So, good night, people of the Philippines/world.
PAHABOL: None of you got my last post? Haay.... don't worry, hardly anyone ever gets my sense of humor anyway. ;P
Labels: day2day
Monday, December 04, 2006
I call this post: Smells Like PMS [BGmusic: It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends by Bright Eyes]
Andthis
post
sucks.
[Boohoo.]
[Boohoo.]
I don't know your thoughts these daysI know there's something wrong with my hormones when I'm listening to Bright Eyes/Damien Rice/Death Cab for Cutie/Keane/insert depressing band here.
We're strangers in an empty space
I don't understand your heart
It's easier to be apart
We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in a another time
We might as well be strangers
For all I know of you now
Sorry, was that too much information?
I'm just so
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Oh my gosh I've crossed over and turned emo. Note to self: Download Dashboard Confessional and Sunny Day Real Estate. [Haha lakas ng topak ko ngayon, sorry.]
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Friday, December 01, 2006
I call this post: Falalalalalalalala [BGmusic: the sound of an approaching typhoon changing its mind and choosing another course]It's advent at last, and I can finally play my Christmas carols without annoying myself [in my opinion, Christmas carols only belong during the Yuletide season, meaning mid-November - at the earliest - until January 6, but maybe that's just me.]
Not feeling very merry this Christmas?
I've felt that way as well. We all expect Christmas to feel the same as it used to when we were kids, but as we all know, it doesn't work out that way. Now, I don't have trouble sleeping before Christmas Day in painful anticipation, I don't go on my annual Search for the Gifts' Hideout, I don't jump at the sight of the first presents under the tree, and I don't shake packages in [often futile] attempts to try and guess what's inside.
It was saddening, at first, but after a while I realized that this change was a good thing, because it meant that I was finally able to see past all the buy-this-buy-that trash the media ceaselessly bombards us with from September to Christmas. Now I could focus on the real meaning of Christmas - which is, as we all know, the birth of
Yeah, we've all heard the story before. He was born in a stable; he slept in a trough; he had three Oriental men gift him with gold, frankincense and myrhh; angels sang; shepherds shepherded; blah blah blah, you get the picture. It gets kind of boring after hearing it over and over again every single year. Basically, the story is deadened by the repetition, and as a result, we bring in Santa Claus and his rocket-powered reindeer to make the season more exciting.
But eventually, Santa Claus begins to bore us as well. How could he keep us captivated when he's not real?
But Jesus' birth was real [contact me if you think otherwise - we'll talk]. Why doesn't that keep most of us captivated?
Maybe we see him as yet another fictional character some very bored people made up 2000 years ago [so they could be tortured and painfully murdered by the Romans because of their belief]. Maybe we just know about him, but he's not real to us anymore. Santa Claus is more real than Jesus - we see more of the former on the latter's birthday.
Maybe we just don't understand what the implications of his birth means. His birth fulfilled prophecies from the Torah concerning his lineage and manner of birth [later on he continued to fulfill over 300 - if I recall correctly - prophecies]. Why is this so important?
Basically he was born to die. Not without reason - it was all for us. It should have been us on that cross, but he - although pure and blameless - took our punishment. Because of him, we are freed from our chains. And I hope you agree that that's more than enough reason to be merry.
:)
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Labels: random