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
Art: DQ + some brushes from... all over the place.
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Code: DQ
Friday, January 26, 2007
I call this post: Facing the Music [Bgmusic: Grace Kelly - Mika]Yup, I know. So I'm 19 already. Tanggap ko na.
Ew. Nineteen. Sagwa talaga.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
I call this post: Goodbye Blue Sky [BGmusic: nothing. Tulog na roommate ko.]I would have posted earlier but it looks like I'm only able to access Blogger after 12MN. Which is very good for me [huhu], since I haven't been able to get a decent night's sleep in three days. But I'm not complaining [oh, no]. I can't sleep now anyway since I just took a shower.
To[Start internal dialogue] Siguro akala niya suplada ako. Siguro iniisip niya, "Sayang, cute sana siya, kaso lang masungit." WAAAAAHHHHH! WHY MUST I BE SO SOCIALLY INEPT?! WHYYY?!?! [/End internal dialogue]
Just to let you know, I haven't had a good serious crush since I was in high school, where I was obsessed with this one guy we shall "hide" [kasi alam naman ng buong class ko nung high school yung crush ko] under the code name Pencil Head, kasi flat top yung hair niya nung second year - mukhang unsharpened pencil. Because of his hairdo, I thought I was the only girl who would take notice of him. But then fourth year came, and he got his hair cut into a normal hairstyle. Girls took notice. They didn't know that I saw him first. And off went Pencil Head with his first girlfriend. And I broke the doll I made in his likeness [yes, I made an actual Pencil Head doll to "accompany me" during classes - it sounds scary now, and yes, now that I think back, my behavior was very frightening].
I used to follow him around high school, picking up the plastic cup he drank from, holding it to my chest, and sighing. But I always knew that we couldn't be together - I didn't like his last name. Hehe.
Oh, and he actually found out that I had a crush on him. Not [only] because I was following him around like a puppy dog oh-so-subtly, but because someone *ehem ehem* decided that it was a great idea to just tell him [actually she yelled the sentence] about my obsession. So a lot of people found out. [Duh.] Oh, and the horrible thing is, I think one of his friends had a crush on me. So that was a little awkward. Moral of the story: Don't tell your whole class who you're obsessed with.
Anyway, my crushes right now are nowhere near as intense as the obsession I had with Pencil Head. Now I just admire them from afar [parang stalker lang eh], and during the rare instances when they give me attention, I act like the fool that I am. Dalawa lang sila ngayon.
- My.Hero - Yes, that is his codename, just because I said so. I won't tell you guys how I met this person, because [certain people] who know him read my blog and may very well blab. Anyway, he's no pretty boy [direct to the point talaga eh]. And that's a pattern I've been seeing in my recent crushes - they aren't pretty boys anymore. I'm over that stage. Now I'm beginning to like people for "who they are". [
And if you believe that, you'll believe anything.IT'S TRUE!]Why I like him: He's so... nice. And I didn't expect him to be that nice, since he really doesn't look like the type. He's musical, artistic, and most of all... weird. [Weird is good for DQ.] Oh, and I think I'm the only girl who has a crush on him. Which is good. I hate sharing inspiration.
DQ's Smooth Moves in Action:
DQ: Bye, _____!
My.Hero: Bye! Ingat ka, ha!
DQ: [starts hyperventilating, stops walking, stands panicking for around 5 seconds] ...IkawdinbyeseeyouaroundIgottago! [Runs away] - Classmate.ko.sa.Futsal - Yan ang codename niya, dahil classmate ko siya sa futsal [huwaw!]. Pretty boy siya, compared to my most recent crushes [like I said above, I'm over the pretty boy stage]. We introduced ourselves not in class, but in his org's tambayan in CBA [long story]. We acknowledge each other in class, but we don't really talk. [And awhile ago he tried to strike up a conversation and... I blew it... wonderful, just terrific.]
Why I like him: He's also... nice. And funny. [I'm sorry, when I'm talking about my crushes, "nice" is the only adjective I can come up with. If I say any more I start gushing and it gets really sickening. You don't want to meet me during one of my gushing sessions, it's a little too much for those with weak stomachs.]
DQ's Smooth Moves in Action: Yung kanina. T_T
Um... I don't know.
Let's find one. Ah yes. I haven't been obsessed over a guy since high school because I have stopped putting guys on pedestals. [They don't belong there, I do. Kidding.] And the crushes I have now are sorry excuses for crushes, because they're more like... guys I really want to be friends with. Not guys I want to get for my boyfriend [although that has never really been my goal]. I feel more drawn to certain boys not because of the way they look, but because I feel an affinity with some of them, almost like sensing a kindred spirit somewhere in there.
For example, with My.Hero... he's different. Different in the same way that I am different. [And if that sentence makes sense to you... you are also different in the same way that I am different - congratulations.] And Classmate.ko.sa.Futsal and I have the same sense of humor, plus he's no snob, which is refreshing from a guy like him.
Guys like them are [sometimes] the reason why I get out of bed and go to school. So because of my crushes, my funding from the Filipino taxpayer isn't all in vain. Mabuhay ang aking mga inspirasyon.
Pahabol: To those people who seem very excited for me to turn 19... I'm obviously not as excited as you [me hates birthdays]. And Friday pa yung birthday ko! I'm still 18! STILL 18!!! STOP GREETING ME! You guys are freaking me out! [Danger Ahead: nervous breakdown.]
Labels: bangagation, guys, list, random
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I call this post: Centennial [BGmusic: Unsaid - The Fray]Ladies and jellybeans, this post is a special post. I mean, I know all of my posts are special [yeah, right, whatever], but this is even more special! Why? This is this blog's one hundredth post. In the words of Calla Lily's [quite annoying] lead singer: Sweet. [Private joke ba? Sorry.]
I should have reached my 100th post ages ago. But I haven't been updating like I used to. Sad, really. Aanyway, I will not waste this special blog post on my so-called normal topics. Let's do something hardcore.
[This is where I attempt to write deep, only to realize that I'm too bangag to produce anything worth reading.]
"Hardcore" picture nalang.
Okay, so I'm feeling [more than] a little lazy right now. I've had a full day. And I need to wake up early tomorrow. I was actually starting to write about the meaning of life [seriously, I was], but a topic like that needs a lot of thinking. And my mind is in no shape to think. So ayan, picture nalang. Cute naman ako. [Walang kokontra, this is my space.]
Sige, para hindi naman walang kwenta ang 100th post ko, I will ask you guys a question.
What would you guys want to see here in posts to come?
i.e. What needs improvement? What should I keep doing? What should I stop doing? What would you like to read about? Etc. [Don't say regular updates, because that just isn't going to happen.]
Labels: bangagation, too short
Monday, January 15, 2007
I call this post: Stint as a Social Injuster [BGmusic: Wala - tulog pa roommates ko kasi umaga pa]Let me tell you a little something about myself. I get easily scandalized when I see extravagant displays of wealth - the mere sight of a diamond-encrusted watch is enough to get my heart palpitating. [SOCIAL INJUSTICE! SOCIAL INJUSTICE!] Even drinking coffee at Starbucks makes me guilty. So you can imagine what I thought of the Peninsula Manila Hotel. To sum up the place, it was very... posh. Why was I there? A family... gathering [wow, we sound like a cult]. Okay, let me rephrase that. We had a family dinner in a restaurant there [family meaning my parents & sister, three sets of uncles and aunts, and four of my cousins].
Anyway, pag pasok pa lang sa Hotel, biglang lumabas ang pagka ignoramus-elitista ko [what a combination]. Ignoramus-elitista meaning hindi mo alam kung feeling superior or inferior ka sa mga tao dun - "You poor, unfortunate rich folk. [Huhuhuhu I feel so deprived.]" Yes, my ignoramus-elitista moods are very confusing experiences. Oh, [tan-an!] nawala pa kami ng ate ko, kasi medyo kakaiba yung directions na binigay sa amin. But that's another story.
Anyhoo, I had the whole hotel beckoning me to "jooooiiiin uuuussss.... jooooiiiin uuuuussss... come into the dark siiiide....", with their shiny marble staircases and their soft lighting. May sun-sculpture pa sa ceiling. Hellur. But I wasn't going to give in. I'm from UP. Even though I'm no activist, it just doesn't seem right to be of this world while other people in our country have nothing to eat.
So we had dinner at this Italian restaurant inside the hotel. Each serving was teeny-weeny, and I don't even want to say how much one costs for fear of being stoned to death for promoting this kind of extravagance. But to prove a point, I shall. I actually don't remember, but these are estimated prices.
Salad:
P300-ish?I split the salad with my sister. It had red pears and mangoes in it. But still, P300?
Verdict: Masarap. Ich liebe salads. Pero hellur, P300?!
Main Course:
[my cousin's hand for scale]Ravioli. P400-ish.
One of my cousins couldn't help but scoff when she saw the serving size.
Anyway...
Verdict: Oo, masarap. But eating when you're constantly thinking, "I wonder how much this bite costs? P40? P50? How many mouths can you feed with P400?" kiiinda takes your mind off the oh-so-beeyootiful flavor.
Dessert:
[from left to right: Mine (shared with my sister), Pito's, Karla and Ate Hazel's]
I don't even want to talk about how much these cost. Because you know what, it doesn't matter. And besides, it's good for the economy.
To make the long story short, it was my sweet tooth that did me in. They were too beautiful. Too wonderful. The chefs were artists, I tell you. Wonderful, wonderful artists.
Maganda ang CR ng Peninsula Hotel.
Maganda ang lobby ng Peninsula Hotel.
Maganda ang mga tao sa Peninsula Hotel. [Nakita ko si Vicky Morales - had to suppress the urge to run up to her and scream "I LOVE YOUR SHOW! (Saksi) WHO WRITES THOSE THINGS?"]
At masarap ang food.
Pero, wait, before I go, here is the star of the show.
Cranberry Juice
The cheapest thing on the drinks menu.
P170 each, so you are looking at P340 worth of fruit juice.
Not counting tax.
Knife for scale.
Mag-Peninsula Hotel kayo. Super sulit.A chance for you to show off your etiquette. [Like me, oh-so-very-refined - see right.]
[in a grave voice] Indeed, I have crossed over.
And it feels good.
Bwahahaha. Mabuhay ang mga taong walang ibang magawa sa pera nila.
I apologize for sounding like such an arse, but don't blame me. Blame my stomach. Blame it on my youth. Blame the weatherman. Blame Vicky Morales. Blame love [?].
Labels: bangagation, day2day
Saturday, January 13, 2007
I call this post: Leaf Me Alone [BGmusic: Where Will I Go - Jason Sweet]I need you to knowGah, I'm in one of my gloomy moods again. I just want to keep to myself and feel sorry for myself. But I realized [once upon a time] that my gloomy moods were just the results of a little voice whispering lies into my head. So I try to ignore these moods, and I do try my best to pretend like they don't exist. But the pain is so real, and now I've come to think that maybe not all of these feelings are based on lies [for one thing, this could be just my raging hormones talking - he he].
I'm not through the night
Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light
I need you to know
That we'll be okay
Together we can make it through another day
- Courage by Superchic[k]
But whatever. I don't get why I even have to try to explain every single one of my emotions.
I'm not going all emo on you guys, don't worry. Hindi bagay. Not my style.
So before I go into an embarrassing whining session on my blog, I'm going to stop myself here. Sorry for the too-short post.
Oh, and my economics exam wasn't bad. But I have no idea how I did. Come what may. Bring it on, world.
Labels: too short, warning: sentiments ahead
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
I call this post: Hindi po ako artista [BGmusic: the hum of my roommate's PC]When people get compared to celebrities, there are three possible reactions:
- Delight - "Wow! Mukha akong artista! Yehey! Ang saya!"
- [Not-so-mild] Annoyance - "Say that one more time and I swear I will do everything in my power to make you [PICK: unable to have any children / run crying to your momma / wish you were never born / take that back]."
- The Blank Face - :-|
When I was brought into this world, I didn't resemble anyone besides my parents, and maybe a few relatives. The first time I was compared to ______, I was fourteen years old and didn't even know who she was. Now that I'm at the ripe old age of eighteen, apparentely I look like _______, or ______, or even ______! And the funny thing is, I don't see [or yes, maybe just refuse to see] the resemblance. To those of you who don't know what I look like, just think of the Asian Barbie and you're there. [Yes, I'm kidding.]Who are those "_____"s? I'm not comfortable with saying their names [because whenever I hear their names I wince - probably some kind of reflex I developed], so here's their pictures. I edited it a little, of course. Couldn't help myself.
Bwahahahahahaha. That felt good.
To _____, _____, and ______: I don't look like you. You may look like me, and if you happen to, you're very lucky girls, but don't take the credit. It's annoying. Thank you.
*Bow*
Pahabol: There is a celebrity I love being compared to: Maggie Q. She's so hawt. When I grow up, I want to look just like her. [If you know any good, affordable plastic surgeons, you know where to reach me.]
Labels: bangagation, random, the mean streak
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
I call this post: Oyah [BGmusic: nothing]I'm back! You better have missed me, blogworld.
First of all, I'm sorry for not updating any sooner - there was something seriously wrong with our internet connection here at the dorm, and because of that, accessing Blogger was impossible. But now, it's not so bad. There's still something wrong with it, but I'll survive with this speed.
So, anyway, what have I been up to lately? [I hear you ask.]
BULLET POINTS AHEAD!
- As you can see, I have a new layout. Reminiscent of The Aftertaste - it has its funky feel. Probably because...
- ...I've been doing a lot of reminiscing lately. When I was home I was reading my old journals, looking through old photo albums [see my photo at the sidebar and marvel at how cute I used to be], and other similar activities. Probably because there was nothing better to do.
- Went to Cabanatuan last weekend for a friend's birthday. Was very, very fun indeed.
- Since my internet connection is still kinda sucky, I have to apologize to those people I have been chatting with for suddenly disappearing in the middle of a conversation. See, I just get disconnected out of the blue. Nakakaasar nga. Oh, and if your comments are hosted by blogger, I can't comment on your blogs right now, because of this @*&(*$#&(#&$ connection!!!! [Okay, lost my cool.... easy.... inhale... exhale...]
- Christmas was nice. We didn't do anything that special, but it was nice spending it with my family. And friends.
- New Year's Eve/Day wasn't bad either.
- Josh [that's my little brother] passed the ACET. Hooray for him! ^_^ I can breathe a little easier - it seems that I'm the only one who feels nervous for him. Hay, UPCAT na lang.
- The stressful part of the semester has begun! Bring on the deadlines and the exams! Aja! Aja! Fighting! And that is why...