diese-ocho.
Whee! I turned eighteen twelve!
My Birthday cake from the Westin, where the fam and I, along with Uncle Henry, Giro, and Mrs. King, of course, had the long buffet dinner.
Chinese? Japanese? Italian? Yes, yes, yes, please.
Whoo.
So much "now-that-you're-legal-you-can-finally-do-this" stuff.
Where do I begin?
Should I get a legit non-prof Driver's License (finally!), see an X-Rated movie and head over to the store for a copy of the latest FHM issue o_O, or go get jailed? :D
Kabaklaan ko. :D Yesterday, before leaving for the Westin.
(No more pics! :( Can I go now?)
Grinning Dumass ä ^______^
Clutter here, clutter there, clutter everywhere.
Slicing the cake this morning. (Vi-An made me wear the bday dress again for the foto. o_O (that's her knee at the right.)) ..atop the bed. GO ANTS!
Of course I ate the part that says "JOM". (o:
It's Quiapo Day tomorrow. Heavy traffic en route to the Uni for sure.
It's a fricking Sunday, and a fricking holiday, I fricking know.
I have to do Literacy Training Service for the little kids still, and go tire my arse out on Football Training later that day.