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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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Wednesday, January 10, 2007
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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:
  1. Delight - "Wow! Mukha akong artista! Yehey! Ang saya!"
  2. [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]."
  3. The Blank Face - :-|
I'm more of a number 2 kind of person. I get compared to celebrities. Too much. Take note that the celebrities I get compared to are usually irritating, and because of the neverending "Kamukha mo si ____"s, they have turned into a bane[s] of my very existence. Want a sure-fire way to get on my nerves? Just compare me to the right wrong celebrities. Easy-peasy lemon-squeezy.

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.]

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