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Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

I forgot when I started having parties for my birthday. Years before, my birthday used to be a reason for the family to get together and exchange (un)pleasantries. I blame the officemate friends who, on my very first day with the bank, I thought were homebodies - who loved reading books, paint their own rooms green and engage their moms in neighborhood gossip (hahaha!).

I am so fucking mistaken.

And so, because its my (26th but hey yo can skip the age) birthday, there must be a party for the sake of not breaking the tradition.

Friday, August 22, 2008.

Ma'am Geri and Rein's birthday. Free snacks in the office.

Saturday, August 23, 2008.

Beata and Rein's joint karaoke party.

Beata the singer...

Tipsy...

So the VIP Room is good for only 3 hours. Bollocks. Shit. Happens. We had to transfer. And Chick'n the Bar was the best choice. And then, Gian appears (but not so much hehe).

from right:
1. Markie - undergoing identity crisis
2. Francis mi amiga - has found his/her identity
3. Beata - no identity at all
4. Gian - he with the inferiority complex
5. Giovanni - suffers the same disorder as his buddy Gian

we are...we are...

One hangovery morning later, the kids decided to boss Auntie Beth and let her throw a semi-kiddie party - spaghetti-ice cream-hotdogs-barbecue-cake-incident.

We have no barbecue grill. So we improvised!

Mama's shift on the coal...

And then the kids...

And us...

Feliz Compleano!!!

The spaghetti incident....

I wonder how we'll spend it again next year.

It's not even my birthday yet. jeez...

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