My shoes gave out while we were at MOA, so I had an excuse to buy new ones 😉
We watched Django Unchained at Cubao since MOA doesn’t have it in their theaters. Seriously? They’re not showing Django but they’re showing Must Be Love? Seriously? *facepalm*
I finally found a copy of Trese 4. I have Trese 1, 2, 3, and 5, so this makes my collection complete, yay!
In my previous entry, I mentioned how I fell ill in my last day in Caleruega. I had a high fever and chills that lasted for three days. When I went to the doctor, she diagnosed me with urinary tract infection or UTI, and told me to avoid the following:
Despite me wanting to go somewhere new, we ended up once again at Quezon City. It was a downgrade from #XmasThing2011 when we went ice skating, but a definite upgrade from 2010 when we just hung out at a strip mall in Marikina. Either way, it was memorable.
Despite SM Mall of Asia being two hours away from where I live, I enjoy going there. I always find something worthwhile there, even if it’s just seeing the rink where I first ice-skated, or having the strong sea breeze ruffle my hair. So that’s where The Best Friend and I decided to go celebrate my birthday.
Dinner at Pancake House
Here’s how we decided where to eat: Racks? Too expensive. Taco Bell? Not nearly special enough for this occasion. What’s a good-enough-but-not-too-high-end restaurant? Pancake House!
Probably my favorite part of Pulp Fiction is Mia and Vincent’s conversation in the restaurant about milkshakes. And guess what we ordered?
I can’t believe this is the fourth year we’ve celebrated birthdays together. The first birthday we celebrated as a group was my seventeenth: we had pizza at Yellow Cab and christened ourselves the YC Buddies. We’re adorable like that.
Despite my dramatic sad bullshit at the thought that this would be the last time we’re celebrating birthdays as classmates, we had fun. Prelims are over so it was good enough time to blow off steam.
(This photo-heavy post about my recent summer activities is brought to you by my ever-diminishing attention span.)
March 24: BES Ball
We attended this formal year-end event organized by UST’s Behavioral Science Society. It’s fun to be girly and kikay every once in a while, especially since my definition of “dressed up” is “wearing something other than shorts, a shirt, and sneakers”.
March 28: Dylan’s high school graduation
My younger cousin Dylan just graduated from high school and we celebrated with a dinner at Cafe Lidia, my favorite restaurant in Marikina.
Thanks to our conflicting schedules, I only get to see Gelo around once a month. It sucks donkey balls, but it’s a blessing in disguise, because when we do meet, we make sure it counts.
Yesterday, we went to Gateway. I am sick of malls, so before that, we tried coming up with other places we could go, including Milky & Sunny, Bookay-Ukay, and Quezon Memorial Circle. We even almost boarded a bus to Tagaytay on a whim, until we decided to just go to Cubao. Shame. I really wanted to go to Tagaytay, but we’ll save it for next time.
You are Finn-ter Angelo and I shall be Mikaelarceline! #AdventureTimeGeekgasm
It’s February 12 and you know what that means. WOW YOU’RE TWENTY YEARS OLD God, you’re so fucking old already. I mean, seriously. You’re twenty. TWENTY. Your age no longer has the -teen suffix. You’re an adult now! You’re growing up! I wish I could say the same for your height, though. HAH!
#tooexclamationpoint-y #mustcalmdown
So, you know the deal. This is the third birthday blog I’ve written for you, and you know that I’m just going to prattle on about how you’re an amazing person and how I’m lucky to have you in my life, blah blah.
But I can’t help it; you are amazing. You:
are the best listener I’ve known. When I talk to you, you don’t seem distracted or uninterested, you engage me and make me feel better even if your advice, um, sucks
are the only one who doesn’t get annoyed when I get picky and high-maintenance about where to eat. California Pizza Kitchen, The Old Spaghetti House, Cafe France… Yep, you’d eat with me anywhere
are a good sport when I beat you in videoke (in your face, cunt! TAYLOR SWIFT 4EVR!)
don’t know how to accept compliments about your art, which pisses me off because you’re talented
were so generous as to give me your original copy of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I never really forgot that favor
always manage to salvage my self-esteem when I feel like a needy, clingy, worthless loser
have EXCELLENT taste in music and movies
For me, your birthday is a big deal, because hello, this is the day you were born and I am so thankful that you are alive today. So. You know. Happy birthday, I labia, and stuff!
(You might have noticed that I made a conscious effort not to make this too sappy. My sketchpad is cheesy enough.)
Adventure Time photo taken here. Because I like to give credit.
Last week, the University of Santo Tomas held its closing celebration for the Quadricentennial. I almost didn’t go because I didn’t think I’d be missing out on anything. Boy, am I glad that I chose to drag my ass to Manila, because it was a hell of a time!
We participated in 40,000 Voices for UST, ate free food (the lechong karne was DA BEST), and watched the program which included performances by Rico Blanco, Side A (much to my mom‘s jealousy), and Gloc 9.
There was a technical problem that delayed the program for several minutes, during which time my friends and I decided to have a concert of our own, belting out Thinking of You at the top of our lungs.