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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

Credits

Art: DQ + some brushes from... all over the place.
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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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.

Todaynight, allow me to act like the teenager that I am. I will blog about *sigh* crushes, in celebration of my crush taking notice of me and actually talking to me awhile ago in my futsal class. I think he thought that I was giving him the cold shoulder: after he talked to me, all I could say was "okay", because I really didn't know what else to say. Wonderful.

[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.
  1. 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]
  2. 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
Anyway, what is my point in all of this?

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.]

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