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What About?

-It's about a girl who never grows up named Raissa.

-She's eighteen and will forever be eighteen for the rest of her life. (Until her birthday comes up that is.)

[What's more?]
-Her days are bleak without happiness.

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What defines a Raissa?

A Raissa has to be:
Anything other than nothingness.
It's that simple.



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WAH.
Monday, January 15, 2007
The gods were testing my patience last Saturday as I was driving home from school. It was understandable to be caught in traffic for 2 hours but last Saturday was a different story.

It was the last day for the Pyro Olympics and everyone else was so eager to see the finale... everyone except me. I didn't understand what the hype was all about. I mean, they're just having a showcase of fireworks. doh! Ok. So the reason behind this attitude of mine is probably due to the fact that I live 5 minutes away from MOA and I can see the fireworks from our place AND that I was NEVER fond of fireworks. For me, fireworks are just noise. They're not a spectrum of wonder and creativity for everyone to see. They're plain NOISE. But I did enjoy the sight while I was stuck in traffic the other day. <<---This was last Friday (different from the one on Saturday). I'm uncertain if it was because I was inside the car and I couldn't hear the noise or because I was kind of tipsy from the birthday party I attended that night that caused me to enjoy the fireworks display that evening.

Anyhow, last Saturday was something else. I left school around 5:30 pm unaware of what's awaiting me on the road. When I reached C5, my gas meter was blinking and cars were starting to slow down to a stop.(That's the problem with electronic meters whatchamacallit- u wouldn't actually know how much gas you have left until it starts blinking.) I couldn't find a gasoline station anywhere. AAAH! I turned off the AC and the radio in the hopes of saving the last few drops of gasoline. HAHA. I didn't know if it worked but I was desperate to try anything at that moment! I found a Caltex station along the way and that literally saved my ass from utter humiliation and despair. So anyway, to make a long story short, I was stuck in C5 for an hour and in EDSA for 4 hours... a total of 5 hours!!! When I reached Heritage, not a single car was moving. It was really a long night for me. I ended up watching the fireworks display again and I wasn't pleased this time. The driver in front of me even got out of his car and went somewhere else to pee. At least that's what I think he did. Even Macapagal road was in mayhem- part of the road was turned into a parking space. People were having picnics everywhere! How would you expect me to go back home?!!! My last resort was to turn left to Baclaran, so that I could avoid the traffic jam, then pass Mia road, and then turn right to Uniwide Coastal Mall. The traffic subsided only after passing Coastal Mall. *sigh* And to think that I haven't eaten dinner yet. time check: It was around 10:30 pm when I arrived home and boy was I tired. The maids reheated my food (makong mami, turbo chicken, and rice). Because I was so famished, I gobbled down everything. I think that was the best meal I had ever tasted. BWAHAHA. What's funny is that I was the first one to arrive home. My grandparents (at a party) and sister (had a practice)weren't even home yet. They got home around 2:30 am. WTF, right? I can now say that I can officially last 5 hours driving a car. Make me drive that long again and I'll break down and bawl.

That was a traumatic experience for me. See why I never liked fireworks?


{/1/15/2007 03:03:00 PM}
Waiting for you is like waiting for the rain in this drought- useless and disappointing.
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WAH.
The gods were testing my patience last Saturday as I was driving home from school. It was understandable to be caught in traffic for 2 hours but last Saturday was a different story.

It was the last day for the Pyro Olympics and everyone else was so eager to see the finale... everyone except me. I didn't understand what the hype was all about. I mean, they're just having a showcase of fireworks. doh! Ok. So the reason behind this attitude of mine is probably due to the fact that I live 5 minutes away from MOA and I can see the fireworks from our place AND that I was NEVER fond of fireworks. For me, fireworks are just noise. They're not a spectrum of wonder and creativity for everyone to see. They're plain NOISE. But I did enjoy the sight while I was stuck in traffic the other day. <<---This was last Friday (different from the one on Saturday). I'm uncertain if it was because I was inside the car and I couldn't hear the noise or because I was kind of tipsy from the birthday party I attended that night that caused me to enjoy the fireworks display that evening.

Anyhow, last Saturday was something else. I left school around 5:30 pm unaware of what's awaiting me on the road. When I reached C5, my gas meter was blinking and cars were starting to slow down to a stop.(That's the problem with electronic meters whatchamacallit- u wouldn't actually know how much gas you have left until it starts blinking.) I couldn't find a gasoline station anywhere. AAAH! I turned off the AC and the radio in the hopes of saving the last few drops of gasoline. HAHA. I didn't know if it worked but I was desperate to try anything at that moment! I found a Caltex station along the way and that literally saved my ass from utter humiliation and despair. So anyway, to make a long story short, I was stuck in C5 for an hour and in EDSA for 4 hours... a total of 5 hours!!! When I reached Heritage, not a single car was moving. It was really a long night for me. I ended up watching the fireworks display again and I wasn't pleased this time. The driver in front of me even got out of his car and went somewhere else to pee. At least that's what I think he did. Even Macapagal road was in mayhem- part of the road was turned into a parking space. People were having picnics everywhere! How would you expect me to go back home?!!! My last resort was to turn left to Baclaran, so that I could avoid the traffic jam, then pass Mia road, and then turn right to Uniwide Coastal Mall. The traffic subsided only after passing Coastal Mall. *sigh* And to think that I haven't eaten dinner yet. time check: It was around 10:30 pm when I arrived home and boy was I tired. The maids reheated my food (makong mami, turbo chicken, and rice). Because I was so famished, I gobbled down everything. I think that was the best meal I had ever tasted. BWAHAHA. What's funny is that I was the first one to arrive home. My grandparents (at a party) and sister (had a practice)weren't even home yet. They got home around 2:30 am. WTF, right? I can now say that I can officially last 5 hours driving a car. Make me drive that long again and I'll break down and bawl.

That was a traumatic experience for me. See why I never liked fireworks?


{/1/15/2007 03:03:00 PM}
Waiting for you is like waiting for the rain in this drought- useless and disappointing.
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WAH.
The gods were testing my patience last Saturday as I was driving home from school. It was understandable to be caught in traffic for 2 hours but last Saturday was a different story.

It was the last day for the Pyro Olympics and everyone else was so eager to see the finale... everyone except me. I didn't understand what the hype was all about. I mean, they're just having a showcase of fireworks. doh! Ok. So the reason behind this attitude of mine is probably due to the fact that I live 5 minutes away from MOA and I can see the fireworks from our place AND that I was NEVER fond of fireworks. For me, fireworks are just noise. They're not a spectrum of wonder and creativity for everyone to see. They're plain NOISE. But I did enjoy the sight while I was stuck in traffic the other day. <<---This was last Friday (different from the one on Saturday). I'm uncertain if it was because I was inside the car and I couldn't hear the noise or because I was kind of tipsy from the birthday party I attended that night that caused me to enjoy the fireworks display that evening.

Anyhow, last Saturday was something else. I left school around 5:30 pm unaware of what's awaiting me on the road. When I reached C5, my gas meter was blinking and cars were starting to slow down to a stop.(That's the problem with electronic meters whatchamacallit- u wouldn't actually know how much gas you have left until it starts blinking.) I couldn't find a gasoline station anywhere. AAAH! I turned off the AC and the radio in the hopes of saving the last few drops of gasoline. HAHA. I didn't know if it worked but I was desperate to try anything at that moment! I found a Caltex station along the way and that literally saved my ass from utter humiliation and despair. So anyway, to make a long story short, I was stuck in C5 for an hour and in EDSA for 4 hours... a total of 5 hours!!! When I reached Heritage, not a single car was moving. It was really a long night for me. I ended up watching the fireworks display again and I wasn't pleased this time. The driver in front of me even got out of his car and went somewhere else to pee. At least that's what I think he did. Even Macapagal road was in mayhem- part of the road was turned into a parking space. People were having picnics everywhere! How would you expect me to go back home?!!! My last resort was to turn left to Baclaran, so that I could avoid the traffic jam, then pass Mia road, and then turn right to Uniwide Coastal Mall. The traffic subsided only after passing Coastal Mall. *sigh* And to think that I haven't eaten dinner yet. time check: It was around 10:30 pm when I arrived home and boy was I tired. The maids reheated my food (makong mami, turbo chicken, and rice). Because I was so famished, I gobbled down everything. I think that was the best meal I had ever tasted. BWAHAHA. What's funny is that I was the first one to arrive home. My grandparents (at a party) and sister (had a practice)weren't even home yet. They got home around 2:30 am. WTF, right? I can now say that I can officially last 5 hours driving a car. Make me drive that long again and I'll break down and bawl.

That was a traumatic experience for me. See why I never liked fireworks?


{/1/15/2007 03:03:00 PM}
Waiting for you is like waiting for the rain in this drought- useless and disappointing.
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Monday, December 11, 2006










{/12/11/2006 06:16:00 PM}
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no to veggies!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
I just had the nastiest meal ever- we had vegetarian dishes for supper. :(

kiampeng (which is sort of a different chinese-version fried rice), sauteed eggplant with chili sauce, artificial fish/chicken (i couldn't tell what they were because they looked like white blobs to me..)with mushrooms and stringed beans, and chinese noodles. The only non-vegetarian dishes were the 2 sticks of puny pork barbeque (which I ate one with gusto) and the leftover bulalo soup that we had last night.

On a normal occasion, I would probably have eaten these dishes if it weren't for the horrible flavor and smell. The problem with vegetarian food is, they have this distinct taste that I couldn't bear. And they smell bad too. They make me lose my appetite. I could smell vegetarian food a foot away and I'd shun them. Chinese temple foods are definitely the last thing on my list. Oh and I was even excited when I saw that we had restaurant food for dinner! Noodles are my favorite but when I ate them, they tasted like celery or something. The eggplants were supposed to be delish but mine weren't exactly the best thing I had ever tasted. Then I tried the rice but they also tasted like vegetables. I was left with the barbeque and soup. I didn't bother with the fish/chicken thing because they didn't look palatable to me. Then I had a slice of melon.

It was bad having one vegetarian dish. But a LOT all at the same time?! I couldn't tolerate it. How can you enjoy a decent meal if you were left with vegetable-smelling pork with tofu or odd-looking chicken balls with green peas? It's not fair. We should've just bought the real thing. haha.
So anyway, just to make up for my growling appetite, I had to do with a mocha mamon I found in the fridge. It's nothing much, but just enough to satisfy my hunger for now.


{/12/05/2006 08:06:00 PM}
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Now this is weird.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Our history teacher reminds me of Elmo especially when he narrates his past dramatic experiences in class. He really looks a lot like Elmo whenever he feigns a whine. haha. Ahem...I'll try to conceal his identity by calling him D.L. instead of using his whole name. Who knows? He might drop by this blog sometime.

So anyway, this D.L. guy is definitely one of the best professors I've ever had since I set foot on the Ateneo. His lectures are more than just lectures. He can turn any piece of history into such a mind-blowing story that when he starts talking, everyone would just put their pens down and start listening to him. Actually, we have this "pens-down" session wherein we literally have to put our pens down and set them aside so we'd listen to what he's saying. But pens down or no pens down session, I bet everyone in class would still stop what they're doing and just listen to whatever's coming out of his mouth. Let me tell you, he's THAT exciting. Well... for me he is. And I hope everyone shares the same sentiments as I. We didn't have to take notes because there's nothing to write, really. And he didn't want us to write anything at all. The class was like a storytelling class.He makes it such an interesting subject that he leaves students clamoring for more! I mean, I think that's the only subject I look forward to during Tuesdays and Thursdays. And he's the only professor I know who could keep me awake for an hour and a half when all he does is talk- no games or any fancy whatnot to keep us attentive. Once, I tried looking at my seatmates to see if they were as engrossed as I. . . And yes, they were. All their faces were veered toward the Prof's direction. And no, they weren't just staring into space. They were actually listening and you can see it in their eyes how eager they wanted to listen to him. D.L.'s quite passionate about his work, which I think is one factor that sets him apart from all the other teachers. He's definitely a breath of fresh air amidst our hectic schedule. And I'm proud of him for that. I think the school would be a better milieu for learning if there were more professors like him.


{/11/22/2006 08:45:00 PM}
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Mom treats me to shop.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Last Sunday, my Mom was in a spending mood so she was urging me to buy a colorful pair of bras, which I have been dying to have. She told me I could pick any one I like because it was her treat. So she told me to choose one while she tries one of her own. While she was inside the dressing room, I was busy looking for the perfect pair. Part of me didn't want to let my Mom buy me one because I didn't want to waste her money. I'm not exactly thrifty, but I am scrupulous when it comes to shelling out what's inside my wallet. But then again, I've never asked anything from my Mom. And even if I did, it was only for the things that I desperately need. But yes, I do love shopping and looking for gorgeous things to buy. When I see something that catches my attention, I tell her... not because I want her to BUY me one, but only because I LIKE it. LIKING something is different from BUYING something, if you catch my drift. I'm just the sort of person who likes a lot of things, but doesn't have the urge to buy them. If I were extremely affluent, then buying whatever I want probably wouldn't bring me guilt. But for now, maybe it's better if I just save my money then use it for something else next time.
So anyway, after Mom emerged from the dressing room, she came to me to ask which one I wanted. [In this part of my story, I finally relented to let her buy me a bra because I've never asked anything from her before. I might as well grab the opportunity. haha] I chose an aqua-colored one with flowery outlines on the sides (it's hard to describe it!). When I went inside the dressing room to try it on, I suddenly realized something...I wasn't exactly well-endowed in that area. So (!!!) even if it was my size, it wouldn't fit me perfectly because the space that needed to be filled in wasn't entirely filled, you know what I mean? My Mom, however, was determined to buy me one and we even had to seek assistance from the saleslady. The lady told us that the type of bra for me would have to be the maximizer. But there weren't many designs to choose from...and I didn't want my breasts to appear bigger. So in the end I told my Mom that maybe it's not my day to buy a pair of bra. The bra will have to wait. We bought her lingerie and proceeded to the other sections of the mall to shop for something else.


{/11/02/2006 10:46:00 AM}
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Welcome!
Friday, October 20, 2006
Oh wow. I finally finally finally (!!!) got to dispose of my old template and change it into a new one! Isn't it fab? Today, and I mean right now, is officially my sembreak! A fresh new template would be just the right thing to indicate the start of a new sem! Bah..let's scrap the first semester because it was pure torture! We had to deal with Accounting, Economics, Sociology and Anthropology, etc. And I don't think I have a knack for doing accounting. I mean... why not just let the computers do the accounting for you? They have programs like that. It's a miracle I survived. Just this morning I was frantically typing my last paper due and then I didn't have to go to school because I asked Pat to submit it for me (Thanks Pat!). It was really weird to be bumming around again when I was always stressed to do loads of things in school. I was hardly home. I'd spend more hours in school than at home. And if ever I was home, it was only to eat, sleep, and do more homework. Now it's a pretty weird feeling not to be doing anything. Bumming exactly.


{/10/20/2006 10:07:00 PM}
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21 more!
Saturday, September 09, 2006
After 21 days, we're officially boyfriend-and-girlfriend-together for one whole year! YEY. I wonder what I should give him... Or should I bother giving him anything? Does he even expect to get something from me!? It's just a thought because I don't know how a boy's mind runs. Err...so maybe I have an inkling of how their mind runs. I'm not naive, okay? But sometimes even if action speaks louder than words, you still have to utter a few syllables. (I need to sleep. What am I thinking???) You know... different boys, different personalities. He might be far from the thoughts of a typical boy so he might fall under a different category. I wonder if he's even anticipating our anniversary! If he is, then he's pretty good at keeping his emotions hidden. I know he's waiting for that special day, but his face conceals every hint of excitement. COOL! I wanna learn how to do that. LOL. Maybe I'm just sleepy so all these weird thoughts keep popping out of my brain. After this, let me try to catch a few zzz.

So anyway, what should I give him? HELP! This is urgent!


{/9/09/2006 10:22:00 PM}
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Sunday, September 03, 2006
While others are out this Saturday night, I'm stuck at school/home doing anything school-ish. Eww. Let's face it, the next few weeks will probably be the same as before. SO. Until my life gets better, my entries will most likely be about SCHOOL. Or anything closely related to that.

I can't wait for sembreak. It's like a million miles away!


{/9/03/2006 12:18:00 AM}
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