delusional [?]
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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
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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].