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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.]


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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
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June 2007

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Saturday, May 19, 2007
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I call this post: Home At the dorm on a Saturday [BGmusic: Without You by Bic Runga]

It's been a while since I've stayed at here on a weekend. I've forgotten how boring it is. I miss camping class. [sigh] Anyway, the good thing about dorming is that someone always has a DVD available for my viewing pleasure. Right now I'm in the middle of Hana Yori Dango, which isn't usually the kind of thing I watch but like I said, I'm bored. It's a fun show. Ooh, and I watched The Breakup for the first time last night. I suddenly have a thing for Vince Vaughn, which is weird, but understandable, because he reminds me of - someone [yak].

Summer's ending. I have nothing else to do now that I've finished the first draft for my CW110 class. My turn for workshop isn't until Tuesday, so until then I won't be doing much revising.

Anyway, something to talk about...

Oh yes, I think I talked about this already, but starting this June, my whole family will be based in Quezon City. My dad just retired/quit from the AFP; he's going to be facilitating a new program in ISOT [International School of Theology] now. So it's bye-bye Baguio, goodbye to Q1031 - the house I spent the majority of my life in, hello heat and smog for us. I hope I won't cry too much. When I get home next week [?] I'm not going to be doing a lot of stuff other than sorting out which of my things I want to keep and which I want to throw away. It's going to be really hard for me because I keep a lot of junk around just because of sentimental value. [For example, I have a bowl of pebbles I can't bring myself to throw away because of what they mean, even though I keep them under my bed because I can't bear looking at them.] And there's 19 years of junk in my room. [Sigh.]

I've always thought about what it would be like if I was deeply rooted in a place. I mean, I've moved enough times to be alienated from people my life once revolved around. I've gone to six schools before UP, and I've always been "the girl who moved to _____". It's happening again, so it looks like I'll always be that girl. Sometimes I can't help but feel jealous towards those people who have stayed in the same house since forever, or those people who have gone to the same school since kindergarten - those guys have roots. They have childhood friends they still talk to, they don't feel all awkward around their grade school classmates. My only constants are my family and God. I'm not saying they're not sufficient, it's just that - it's sad.

And the streets of Metro Manila have too many names for me. But I'll get used to that. Eventually. I know.

Hay buhay.



[PAHABOL]

To those who have asking about what happened to Prince Foamday [yes, that will be what I'll be calling him from now on]: To summarize, he doesn't see me. I won't go as far as to saying that he doesn't know I exist, but he doesn't see me. Anyway, I'm sure there will be many more posts about Prince Foamday. Abangan.

[/PAHABOL]

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