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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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Friday, March 30, 2007
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I call this post: Done. [BGmusic: Something Beautiful by Jars of Clay]


What my room looked like last night. [Packing up - I didn't know I had so much clothes]

Shame on me for worrying.

See, my prof, Ma'am Ho, got her secretary to call me for a consultation. I thought this was just procedure, to get our grades maybe [?], but after I found out that I was the only one called, I was a teeny-weeny bit worried. Then, my partner for the group paper texted, asking me if I had been "summoned". I said I had, and he said he thought it was about our paper - did I plagiarize any of it? It's a wonder my jaw didn't unhinge itself and drop itself on the floor. Me? Plagiarize? No freaking way! So I spent the whole afternoon yesterday feeling sorry for myself because I didn't know what I was going to do, and how I was going to defend mysef for something I couldn't possibly do.

The consultation was this morning, and Ma'am Ho confirmed our fears: there was something about the paper that she needed to talk to us about. And, she needed to talk to us... alone. My groupmate was first. I was waiting outside for around thirty-five minutes, thinking up different "happy" endings to this story. [Most of them involving my groupmate pulling out a gun and going berserk, and killing everyone in Econ. Everyone except me. I'd go crazy, and spend the rest of my life in a mental institute strapped to a chair, talking to myself.]

Then it was my turn.

The first thing Ma'am said was that the paper was very good. So good, in fact, that it led her to wonder why we hadn't performed as well in our exams [in other words, our exams probably sucked]. All she needed was for me to explain how we wrote it, who wrote what, etc. I nearly laughed out loud right then and there. I nearly stood up on my chair and yelled a whooping "Hallelujah!"

But I didn't. That would be too weird, even for me.

I just nodded, smiled, and explained how we came up with it.

She ended our meeting with, "Okay, looks like you really wrote it. I'm going to give you a grade of __."

Turns out we had the best paper in the class. Yet another moment when I almost completely lost it.

How the two most delinquent pupils of Econ102 managed to write the best paper in the class was beyond Ma'am Ho, and is beyond me. This is all God, flexing his muscles yet again for me. Oh me of little faith.

I must have looked like such a fool when I was walking from her office - my face looked a little like this: %-) . And after I got past the Econ walkway, that's when I lost it. I jumped, punched the air, wiggled my arse, pulled a calf muscle, and basically lost the little composure I had left - Let them stare. I'm rejoicing here.


Baguio! You better be ready for me! I'm coming tomorrow!

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