But we're not Chinese..

But mom bought Chinese food to celebrate Pa's birthday. Dimsum and the like. And Pa bought the grilled stuff we love from Ihaw Balot Plaza, this place we've always liked but never visited. It was so beerhouse-y when we suggested the place to Joannaman's friends who were all manly men, they refused to go there. Our dad frequented the place when he was younger so we all got takeout grilled squid and tuna.

I was so freaking full I couldn't even eat the pistachio ice cream Mom bought.

I got a mango bravo from Conti's as cake. And we put the really gay candle on it. Pa almost singed his eyebrows coz he was leaning over the thing before it started to flare up.

It was fun. Just the family. Though Tito Monching, Pa's best friend came over, and after a few hours, Ate Ins, Kuya Uel, and Kuya Butch.

I got a Kuya Butch hug. Weee. He never falters to smell really good. And Ate Ins was beautiful as always. I loved the preppie thing she had going on (then again I am a sucker for preppie).