I am now officially over donuts. I say that aequo animo (with an even mind in Latin). No, I do not know how to speak in Latin, what am I, a Cardinal? You wish. I found the "Foreign Words and Phrases" section of Trish's dictionary. I am officially over Krispy Kreme. I am officially over Krispy Kreme. I am officially over Krispy Kreme. Yes do believe me. Remember the boxes I got yesterday? I only ate three or four of the donuts! That's an eternity smaller than my average (a whole box), which means I'm normal again. And you, people, who are still addicted to the foreign donut and buy them from Megamall instead of The Fort, you'll continue to see that adorable manager-ish guy! He's the little guy with a permanent smile, he's really nice, one of the nicest managers I've met.
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Krispy Kreme is just like McDonalds. They take too much advantage of their customers, the price they sell individual donuts for is outrageous, really. The only difference between McDo and Krispy Kreme is that Krispy Kreme knows of their humongous profits thus giving us freebies and packages. We think we're saving a lot of money because they always give us complimentary original glaze donuts! Yes! That's amazing, that's a free P30! Ehamgod, Krispy Kreme is so generous! Ha, wake up dimwits. They're doing that to make us think exactly like that, we're practically paying for that because of the outrageous sum we submit to. That's a smart strategy, making customers think they're getting freebies.
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But that doesn't change the fact that it's the best donut in the WORLD. Oh god, there goes my "I'm totally over Krispy Kreme" pact.

We attended ate Chik's wedding this afternoon and we ran pretty late because of my curled hair. We didn't know it would take 786981 years to curl it and make it look like it has weaves. Jimmel's back! Jimmel's the owner of the salon I always go to, and he just came from a cruise. He's the make-up artist of the ship and he went to London, Vancouver, Mexico, Hawaii, and all those cruise stops. Lucky, lucky, person. I wish he was here all the time because he does make up so well. I'm not saying his assistants sucked, but he's way better. His assistants don't really do the drama as good as Jimmel Javier does.
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Dad fetched us and it's now official, I'm going to take up Western Cooking at CCA! Probably on May 30, before SEP. I used Dad's good mood. Very bad girl. But Dad's willing to have me study cooking (maybe because I finally had the guts to go near the burning stove, damn that annoying stove!)
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I dressed quickly since the time's running out, and guess what, I don't have a silver pouch! Oh my, disastrous minutes. I couldn't find Mom's silver clutch to match my silver shoes, so I rummaged downstairs for something neutral I could use. Now, now, earlier this morning, another wedding took place and Dad was a ninong too. The give-aways were these abaka bags. Smart little Bianca took it, removed the ribbons and names, and used it! What do you call that word? Ah, improvise. I improvised! A shame though coz it's see through and everyone could see that I brought batteries, that bulky camera of Dad's, my phone and make-up. It's one thing to have a see-through bag, it's quite a different world to have a see through bag with a jungle of things stacked inside. Oh, good news! I found my old camera! I FOUND MY CAMERA! Wait a minute, I never lost it. I found the extra memory card and it feels so good! Booyah! I can now use my old cam again! However, I must get a new set of rechargable batteries coz I lost mine. I think I left it on our kitchen or Mica's place. Or maybe Dad's car or Tiendesittas. Basta, I lost it the day we went to Tiende.
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We got to the church, we walked down the aisle, and we sat down burning in hell the heat of our religious sanctuary. I watche dthe kids all the while, and they were so funny. None save two or three stayed in place, they all went to the back, brought out food, walked in front, to sum it all up, they used the church as their play ground. Maybe they thought that because they were dressed up and perfectly made up, their playground would be made up too, thus the church. Kids.
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I took stolen pictures and waited for the photo sessions to end. It. Was. An. Eternity. Know why? Coz Marcus aka Coycoy was baptised. He's the couple's son and he was born three months prior to the church wedding. They were married by the judge or the mayor when they found out Ate was pregnant. I admire them, they loved each other and they were not afraid to live a stable family life once they found out about their situation. They are two brave people. They could've gotten an abortion, but thank you Jesus for opening their eyes. I wouldn't have been able to forgive them if they killed an innocent child.
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By the way, trivia. In Europe and America, unwed persons who desire a child would go up to good-looking and intelligent people. They'd offer a sum of money and ask them to father or mother a child. Then, they'd sign a contract that says something like, "Anak ko to, hindi natin. Wala ka nang pakialam pagkatapos mo ko anakan." Potek. Ano ba namang klase yun. But that's smart, I wonder. I wonder how Brad Pitt and Jen Aniston's kids would've looked like? I bet they'd be so good-looking we would need to cover our eyes from their glares or we would've been blind.
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There's not much more to tell about today's wedding, except that the gown looked like some flimsy nightgown. It sucked. It really, truly did. They tried to rush it in 2 days and 3 nights, what do you expect. I don't think the timing was right because the seamstress was more focuesed on Holy Week. Damit ng mga poon. Arg.
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We ate, my escort is shorter than I am. Ha Ha. =)) You know, it's during social gatherings that being tall becomes either a blessing or a hindrance. Today, it was a god damned annoyance. People keep on looking me up and down whenever I pass by them because I'm taller than most girls and some guys. There's nothing wrong about people looking, I guess, but it makes it so hard to eat! Or even walk. I have to always be prim and proper because if I check my left or right, there'd always be people looking. Add the fact that I'm in heels 3-inch stilletos (Thank you, I didn't get the 5-inches. Moms are always right!). Ugh, at any given time, I would've enjoyed this (Haha, bitch, Bee), but now, I just WANT the food and I can't eat properly! I get too self-conscious. Curse this height I still love being tall though, I wouldn't trade it for anything. But I want three more inches, then I'm solved. Hmm, I should've been ad utrumque paratus. Too bad I was only focused on the I-hate-stares phase.
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And, when I came up to my Great Uncle para mag-mano, he didn't even recognize me. Gone not are the days when Mano Po is an honored tradition before it was a series of movies from Regal Films. In Teresa, and probably a lot more places, pagmamano remains a constant part of our days.
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By the way, today, there's some sort of a meeting de avance at the plaza. I feel like a traitor. I'm for Tito Edwin (Francisco) for mayor, I really am. If I were a votee, I would've given him my full support. There's this thing about him that, even as a mere child of 4 years, made me admire him as mayor. But then, I heard my Dad talking to Mom, saying they were for Tito Rodel (dela Cruz). They're closer to him because of the Rotary meetings, I think. I understand my Dad, he's been buddies with Tito Rodel since forever, but Mom? Mom's Dad is barkadas with Tito Edwin's Dad. They're practically cousins (very, very, very far, so I guess it's not considered anymore) because their fathers are tight. But hey, each one is entitled to his or her choice. They have reasons. But I am for Tito Edwin, the same way I am for Gloria for some reason that I can't comprehend. This is the time when I really wish I can vote. :( What is up with Tito Sotto? Ha, why, why, is he on the administration's side? What about Angara and Oretta? WHAT THE FUCK! They spoke really harsh insults and criticism about Gloria, and now they're on her side? It's very clear that they're up to something, they're after popularity? Are they? Something like that, maybe. Then they win, then they become more corrupt. Our country's politics is disgusting. I swear. It makes me want to vomit, it's so selfish. The politicians don't even have permanent stands and dignity! Imagine! After trashing GMA, they go to her party? Ha, but I have no idea what is up with Gloria for accepting them. Oh yeah, maybe she wants peace. I admire her for that. She's very brave to swallow her pride and accept A.S.O. to keep peace within the country. Imagine, accepting people who trashed you with all their might? It takes courage to do so. I really, truly am pro-GMA. I hate being young and unheard. Audentes fortuna juvat! (Fortune favors the bold, Latin)
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Audemus jura nostra defendre! (We dare defend our rights, Latin)
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Oh, I've realized that my sisters and I are not exactly arcades ambo, seeing that our clothes couldn't be any more different, but I love them still. It came to my mind when I saw Trish coming home wearing this outfit that would totally not suit me but it looks good on her. Ami de cours are everywhere, you'll see them maybe as real, loyal friends, but friends are not always family. Your family will never leave you no matter what, at least the cliche says so, and I know mine won't leave me forever. All my friends can desert me (Oh God forbid, have mercy on me. I'm just using this as an example, Lord please don't take this seriously!) but my sisters will be there. :) Wee. I love my kids.
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Here are some pictures of today (a lot of them are KIDS. I just ADORE kids. And my parents and second parents are the stars too. Ha Ha!):