The ultimate bad boy, Rez Cortez, was watching my mother's badminton group play. I, in turn, was watching him watch my mother's badminton group play. He looks like such a villain, I swear.

Anyway, the trainer said I can play a real game next time. Yay, I can't wait to be reintroduced to society. Don't get me wrong, though. I love training because he's so damn strict. Every time I mess up my footwork, he'd catch the shuttlecock (such an ugly word) and say "No. Again." He reminds me of my tennis trainer back in high school, si Poli. I remember wheedling my way out of practicing serves so that I could go straight to rallying. Those were the days. I wasn't a spectacular player but I was so into the sport that I bought those cute tennis outfits so I can at least look like one. I was with Jezer who christened me Martina Singit (He was Pete Lampas) and had a really good time.

The highlight of my day was the beautiful Quarter Pounder with Cheese Sandwich I had for lunch. Mcdonald's, my favorite sin.

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My mom has this weird obsession with denim. She wants everything in denim and she calls it maong. It's pretty funny.

"Oh this is a pretty bag. Sana may maong"

"Oh look, you get a free denim pouch with every Php 600 purchase. I wonder if it's nice"

She has tons of denim, sorry, maong skirts, bags, dresses, etc. I swear, if there were maong sheets or shower curtains, I would buy her a set.

She is also obsessed with army clothes.

I love her. Especially now, because she seems to be the only person who believes in me. We get into such huge fights but in the end, she's my buddy.

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I ran into my friend from St. Scho today and it was so great how she hugged me and said "Oi masyado kang puyat," pointing to my eyebags. I loved it. I miss them, actually. I got myself a nice bunch of friends in that school and I've never seen them since. Hay.

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By the way, Mai? My mom got Clara 3 pairs of shoes again :) They're bigger sizes, don't worry.