This is going to be a long post, if what I predict is right. Long post materialized from long day which means I had an incredibly long day with emotions that could fill up a whole crappy too much of a cliche teen movie.

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Let's begin this epic (that I wouldn't be--what's the opposite of lazy, whatever that is--Iwouldn't be that enough to make this entry a reincarnation of Lam-ang.) with what I began my April 11 with.

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The first parts of the day was spent getting to know this incredible young woman I described last time, Jan Miller. Does the name ring a bell? If it doesn't, well, you didn't read my previous post. So she's the girl I've been trying to understand as she spilled all her guts like the carton of fresh milk I always end up drinking almost all on my own. In other words, she's the main character of the book I was reading this, err, dawn. Confessions of a Not It Girl is such a nice book I didn't even mind that Trisha already spoiled the ending for me. It was like reading something out of the Quizilla plots, but the manner in which she was speaking (well, the author really--Melissa Kantor) was definitely what made it rock. IM me if you want to borrow the book, okay? So before I decided to sleep, I first got what I figured was one block of the new chocolate my Dad got from China. By the way, he's back. It's Dove with nutmegs but I can't figure out the name since being from China, naturally the writing would be in Chinese. So unless I go to Xavier or San Beda or have half of my parents as Chinese immigrants, I wouldn't know. That doesn't sound so bad, knowing that Chinese immigrants are the likes of Henry Si, John Gokongwei, enough dreaming.

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When I woke up from my 4-hour slumber, I went straight to bath and the PC while waiting for everyone to be finished. I was too engrossed on my own work to notice that all of us save Arianne were wearing green. Trish, Mom, and I are going to do a dance. Insert sarcasm. It was fine, really, until Tita Che got in the van and blessed us with the vision of her in a green shirt. They say daughters are the fruit of a mother's tree, looking at what my Mom was wearing just made me understand why both Trish and I are personifications of Kero-keropi. What is it with green shirts and us? Reminds me of a time last summer...

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While my sisters were waiting for the report card to be released from the hands of their respective class advisers, I was painting at Grand Heights. I could imagine them now laughing and talking--or arguing--but deep inside they were chanting chants that goes like Good grades you give to me, a good girl I will be. I was painting. I realized that what Sir Andy was trying to do was give me back my stroke of the brush and confidence. So, for four meetings now, all I did were landscapes that aren't much detailed and full of large globs of paint. Guess what, I can sell that for P1,500. I average 2 paintings a day, and God, I can earn P3000 a day? Cool. Anyway, I felt really really relaxed today and I played with the colors and I played with the brush and I took care of my brush. I made sure I cleaned them properly, which I will continue doing today at home, of course. You can breathe easier now, I am not going to show you the pictures of these paintings again, I know you're tired of it. My laptop (where I can send the pictures to using infrared because my bluetooth device has gone unsuspiciously wrecked due to my little brother) is not with me now, it's in some computer shop. But I do have pictures, whether you mind it or not. The key word is not. (Now what would the other key word be? Oh, I'm sounding like Melissa Kantor.)

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Aren't you wondering where my Mom and Tita Che, and Trish of course, went while I paint and Arianne and the maid watched me? They went to a spa. The bitches. Oh well, I enjoyed my teacher's company and the visits of lots of artists. Kinikilig ako, ang daming artists! Hindi kilig na kilig crush, kilig na kilig unexplainable lang. HIHI! Here are these artists, real live artists with galleries of their own being introduced to me on a daily basis! *does the Bianca dance*

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My teacher's cousin-in-law, who happened to be a guy, was asked to buy feminine wash, specifically Lactacyd, for my teacher's wife. Being a guy, he was totally awkward and embarassed, syempre MACHO daw siya eh. Pagdating niya sa Mercury, hindi niya maalala yung brand name.

Guy: Miss, Miss, meron po ba kayong panlinis ng ano...

Saleslady: Ng ano, sir?

Guy: Ng ano po, PECHAY

Saleslady: Ah! Doon po yun sa kabila! (points to the place where Vee or something was sold, FYI, that was for cleaning vegetables {!!!})

Guy: (gets Vee or something) Miss, hindi po ito. Yung para po sa (insert the numerous euphonims--I know that's not the right word, it sounds like that but what is it?--he could muster and somehow he managed to get the feminine wash)

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HA! HA! Benta talaga sakin yung PECHAY at panlinis ng GULAY.

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Then we went to Katipunan for Trisha's CCA summer culinary workshop. Guess what, 25 of them enrolled and paid the full tuition, but only 10 of them had the mind to show up. So much for the lesson. Trish was 30 minutes because apart from my session being extended, we had to get drive-thru lunch from McDo Marcos. I had 5 chicken nuggets and 3 packets of barbecue sauce. I'm beginning to think that it is true that I need 1 packet per nugget because tinipid ko pa yung 3 just so it would fit. I never knew how people survived with only one packet, let alone not even finishing one. Tita Che explained to me very patiently that "Hija, iyan ay sawsawan, ginagawa mo naman sabaw." Ahh. Kaya pala.

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After leaving my sister in the midst of ovens and lovely classmates, we went to Megamall for Arianne's skating lessons. We're like the primitive ancestor of chainsaws, the simple uncomplicated saw. Back, and forth, back, and forth. During one of those forths, I overheard my Mom tell Tita Che that she was going to Divisoria tomorrow. Much to my dismay, I realized that the AFS meeting was, is, going to be tomorrow at 1 PM. How the hell am I to get there when my Mom is going to Divisoria to get my Dad a barong for Kuya Jojo's or someone else's wedding? And how the hell am I supposed to enroll for SEP tomorrow when I am going to be mysteriously missing in action only to be jailed inside my own house on a day I would have been out. I should have been out since they already say YES. I was trying to not act all disappointed but my hormones surged from that bank we studied in biology where all the hormones come from and they took over me. I tried keeping a straight face while my heart was beating to the rhythm of Making plans sucks. Making plans sucks. Making plans sucks. And as if things couldn't get any worse, my Mom noticed my flinching and asked me why I looked like I was about to cry and the rhythm of my heart drastically transformed into Life sucks. Life sucks. Life sucks. (I know my Mom was right about getting me the dog-collar-slash-tag made for people that says Drama Queen for me.) And when you think you got the worst and things get worse, they don't end there, they become even worseer than worse. I spent an entire thirty minutes sitting by the rink with the maid while waiting for the driver who will replace our post as Arianne's baby sitters. If you think about it, it was my fault because I didn't want to be with my Mom just at that moment (curse you hormones) and I said I'd stay there or go to the cafe or Powerbooks. The driver took forever. It was long enough to let me cry. I cried at the bleachers-slash-risers. I couldn't help it. My heart was beating the same rhythm, but now it was more like Josh Groban rather than the previous My Chemical Romance.

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I tried to get my cool back before I pissed my Mom off. If I was with her then, like the few minutes I spent with them before they left to go somewhere in Megamall, I would've had only one wish. Some people are afraid to be hit by lightning. I longed for it. Only that particular time of course, to disappear and hide from Idonna and Maan for the plans I had to cancel. But the lightning never came and in a snap non-manicured finger, I managed to be extremely happy. By the way, that was along the fact that I was going around Megamall with our maid who is sixteen years old (How very sad, I felt awkward, she became my friend :p) and only having SEVENTY PESOS and some coins inside my bag. I didn't plan on buying anything so I survived. Except probably for that small canvas that costs P88.00 and I didn't have the patience to count my coins to see if it would fit.

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Eventually I ended up in Powerbooks (like I normally would on any given Megamall day) and I ordered 2 glasses of iced tea (more like froth of ice with a glaze of ice tea :) and 2 plated of bolognese (how the hell do you accent this? boLOGnese or BOlognese?) for me and Ate Tintin. Seeing that I had no money whatsoever to pay for this, I turned to my Mom. I had this weird feeling that maybe she had no money and we couldn't pay for this, what would happen? What would happen if I order something with no chances of being able to pay for it? How cool would that be? Ha! Ha! Anyway, my Mom was a total lifesaver and even said I could get a book. During the time that she wasn't there, we were looking at this book entitled HIPS and true enough, it was all about hips. It wasn't a book-book really, it was more of an uncaptioned album. It's a whole book full of pictures of hips from exactly the same angle and different concepts and art designs of hips. It's totally cool and I wonder what was going on in the artist's mind when he photographed these. Some are nude but it's cool.

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Well, Arianne got a book or an art set, I don't really remember. While I, with particularly no craving for a certain book as of the moment, picked the first book I landed my eyes on. It was entitled Specials and I realized that it was Book 3. I got Book 1 and Book 2, but I didn't want to press my luck so I stopped at that and then, I am going to get Book 3 on Monday probably when I go to Megamall again.

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Aside from being 30 minutes late in bringing Trish to her class,we were 30 minutes to one hour late on picking her up. She and her groupmates made 5 dishes. I now know who her groupmates are by heart. They are Alvin (15 years old, incoming 3rd year at Xavier, etc.) and Maria Paula (12 years old {?} from Bohol.) I asked Lanz if he had a batch mate named Alvin and he said yeah, Alvin Go. Haha, I have no idea if that's the guy. But Trish is listing down her groupmates so I wanted to find out? Not exactly, perhaps I should meet Alvin and Maria Paula (who talks about nothing because she does not talk at all. Shy girl.) because their hands were on the food I am eating and was eating yesterday. Based on Trish's stories, they were AWESOME friends. Are they even friends already? My sister is shy when it comes to new people. I hope she becomes friends with these two people even after the sessions. It would be really cool. You know? He he. And she mentioned her other classmates (who didn't touch the food I'm eating so I won't bother to mention them anymore by name, meanie.) and thought they were cool.

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After that, we went to Sta. Lucia to get my Mom's laptop. The WiFi isn't working as wireless in the house so she had it fixed only to find out that it was off. And I left mine there. Must I survive a full day and night without my own laptop? Oh, God. I bought Gulaman from the stall beside Milo Ice Cream and creampuffs from Dulcinea. I also got a computer exterior cleaner for my poor laptop. (or laugh tough as Kuya Eds says, he pronounced it as laftaf. So funneh.) Oh, Tita Che asked me for the meaning of this word she pronounced as "Beh-Kon". Beckon? To summon or something. NOPE, it was BRIKPAST. AHHH! BACON. Ampotek, ang corny but it got me laughing my lungs out. Hahaha!

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Oh anyway, on the way home, the Bloomfields were playing and the old people (read: Mom and Tita Che) thought they were too trying hard. Blast you! They are good. :) I love them. And we went to Inra Pasing (that's a seamstress at Morong) to have my measurements. Well, from last summer, I gained 13 pounds and 3 waist inches. How heart-warming. Wow. Ha. And the gown's design was kind of showing the cleavage and my Mom made the mistake of reminding Inra Pasing na "Huwag po luluwa-luwa at mapapagalitan ng Daddy." so she made the hem HIGHER. Way higher than the other girls! Haha? Huhu? Am I supposed to be happy? All the other girls have proper hems. And I'm going to be the girl with the strict Daddy again. Oh boy. The irony of life.

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And I went home and ate the food made by Trish, Alvin, and Maria Paula. By the way, Maria Paula is so because Trish just read her name tag. Unfortunately she wrote her whole name on her application form (?) so thus the long "name". I shall keep on calling her Maria Paula. Well, I wish I could meet these excellent JUNIOR chefs! :)

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Toodles!

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I was planning on painting today but I have no more time.

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PS, while I was telling my Mom stories, she noticed that I always begin with the obviously-wrong and unnecessary "Mommy, ALAM MO BA!". Duh, hindi pa niya alam. Barkada ni Pau, kayo din nakapansin niyan. Sorry na. =)) Haha!

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PPS, UBER-gorgeous net-slash-computer genius Cara, update MORE! :> Hehehe! Blast those BLOODY smileys. (Weh, British accent yan ha! ;p)