Cards and Tards in Mental Wards

The bday girl would like to remind you
that a greeting is much a gift as something you write or give me.

I like getting cards
And I like getting anything written.
Cards are my favorite part of birthdays.

Kinda disappointed, this year. I was looking forward to reading another one of my mother’s annual cards. They’re always very well written, as expected from a writer. And they’re always very insightful, as expected from a mother—my mother.

Well they did buy me a laptop. Though I was hoping to read a card when I get up from bed. :/

Did you know that I didn’t receive ANY kind of card this year?

It was kind of a school thing to have a card passed around the class for everyone to sign on and write their message. My birthday was on the day of an exam. But even on the day after, or the day before, it’s been a few days now. I have no card.

That’s why I went ecstatic when I read Shakti’s message. ^_^ Always a fun thing.

Though Xela and Nona were in charge of making cards, they…didn’t. ;A;

Well Xel is celebrating it, THAT she is.

Lol.

This is actually from the chorale elocution competition. From our speech choir. RIGHT after we performed, we all headed to the ice cream place. We haven’t eaten anything cold in WEEKS. And now it’s time for pay back.

The cover for the ice cream cone… yeah, that’s the thing on Xela’s head. Lol.

Oh right! SIGABO! That’s a frikload of fun

From the far left is my teacher in Filipino class, who is also the animator for the school’s Theatre troupe, and our trainer and choreographer.

To the right, the boy with glasses, is my hubby! 8D Yay hubbs. Lol. He’s one of my writers. He is “as reliable as a husband”. REALLY punctual when it comes to submissions. And always follows up on work. He’s always with ‘Wifey’, who IS a boy, another of my writers, and who “nags and complains like a housewife”.

I have no picture of Wifey. :/

Anyhow, the day after that, we had a dinner party with the family.

Finally got ourselves to try that restaurant called Chef’s Quarters at the Atrium. Lol. Dad didn’t like it, because it wasn’t FILIPINO. I’ll agree with him, though. I think Filipino cuisine is the awesome-est.

And anything else gets everyone bored.
L
O
L.



Which, dear friends, results to THIS piece of mayhem:


Ate Irsh and Kuya Manny, turning into zombies.

 
And, ohnoezmigash, not Ate Aleth as well!
Don’t eat Ate Hershey’s shoulderrrrr. D: I know it’s fugly, but it doesn't deserve to be eaten. You’ll only get a stomach ache

Or would get you drunk.
‘
Cheers.

Let’s drink on the night of a child’s sweet sixteen. ;)



While she has ice cream. :’> I love ice cream. I’m such a child
I don’t intend on growing up, really.

HAAAGEN DAAAAZS

And, yeah. So I’m wearing a little black dress and a white-gold bracelet. Yes, my styles will change, but I’ll always love the same things. Let’s face it. Ice cream is immortal.



You can hold on to your glass.


  
I’ll just have lobster soup.

btw, the photos that Gabs gave me were perfect for wallpapers.

REALLY liked the one that reminded me of raspberry rapture ice cream from FIC (fruits in icecream)
And the one with the moon on the very side. ;)

I’m such a nut. =P