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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, December 04, 2006
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I call this post: Smells Like PMS [BGmusic: It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends by Bright Eyes]

And
this
post
sucks.
[Boohoo.]
[Boohoo.]
I don't know your thoughts these days
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
I 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.

Sorry, was that too much information?

I'm just so
So
So
So
So
So
Sad.

Tears
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and I
am
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b
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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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